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Fire
“I tucked the knot in among the glowing coals, where it was quietly caressed by exploring tongues of flame. It began to burn, gently at first, the yellows, blues and reds of the resins bathing its black surface with strange lights. Here was the accumulated sunlight of bygone days giving off its warmth once more, the sun that had shone over the Quetico-Superior centuries before we were born. Now it was ours to share, and with it, all that pine had known throughout its life.
That pine knot was a concentration not only of energy but of country itself. Burning it was the climax not only to its growth but to the expedition on which I found it.” Sigurd Olson