Cook Inlet

In his response, Cook spoke sensitively about the very real danger present in the general pickup community.

“It's insane to see what the extreme version of that type of helpless anger combined with mental illness can create,” Cook wrote.

An older white woman, stopped Cook to ask, in strong New York accent, “Oh no, did they let him off?”

She did not need a great cook-book; She knew how much and what it took To make things good and sweet and light.

The camp grew still, except for the rough and ready cook pottering about the fire, boiling buffalo-meat and mixing biscuit-dough.

It is to be feared that like the sauce of sauces in the hands of the inexperienced cook, the result is more than doubtful.

The voice of duty called her to the kitchen, where her cook patiently awaited her inevitable, and always painful, audience.

They stood outside the window and the cook passed them their coffee and a roll, which they drank and ate from the window-sill.