'Shelter me from the powder and the finger.' (NY)

I had this vision of a backwoodsman lurking in that dark cabin with a shotgun. 'Get off may land, son, or I'll blow you straight to Hell.'

Happily this was all in my imagination. I spent a productive day volunteering in the garden at Anum Cara, mostly moving horse manure and spreading it on what is going to be the potato patch. And I planted some potatoes.