doe's-liver

Updated: June 1, 2025

But Oan shall make me a song of my club, for the women listen to his songs. Oan: I will make thee no songs, neither of thy club, nor thy cave, nor thy doe's-liver. Yea! though thou give me no more flesh, yet will I live alone in the forest, and eat the seed of grasses, and likewise rabbits, that are easily snared. And I will sleep in a tree-top, and I will sing nightly: The bright day is gone.

Jack London - The Turtles of Tasman