mat-hung

Updated: August 9, 2026

There, boldly drawn in crayon, was a head in profile; it was the profile of the woman who lay in the lodge, and whose mat-hung door I was guarding. Yes, it was her profile, and it was one that no man could forget, though when I speak of a straight nose and an oddly rounded chin, they are but words to fit a thousand faces. I refolded the bark, put it in my pocket, and buried the dog.

Alice Prescott Smith - Montlivet