Bow drill day.  Will had warned us it would be a killer, and he wasn’t kidding.  My hands were already blistered and bruised from carving out a spindle and a hearth board (two things which I didn’t even know existed before that day) for nearly four hours.  Now, my rubbery left arm was supposed to press down on the spindle with more weight than I knew it was capable of while my right arm was supposed to spin the spindle in this perfect stiff-armed sawing motion with the