'Lads,' he cried, 'there's spoor here;'
- John Buchan, Prester John
In the right perspective, all records of history are ephemeral. However, there are certain records that are hostage not only to the passing of time but to the passing of seasons, and this becomes particularly evident in winter when frost, snow and ice preserve certain records just long enough to create an illusion of permanence. In a landscape where most of history has gone unrecorded, the tracks of various animals that appear after a snowfall or right on the verge of thaw serve as good representatives of what passes as history in these parts.
Earlier this week, I came across some striking examples of this kind of illusory permanence. In my native village of Hyen in the Western Norwegian fjords, there is a lake in the centre of the village which froze a few weeks ago, only to loose its grip on land during a sudden and intense thaw. The ice on the lake, however, remained solid despite being unmoored from the shore, and when a cold period came a week later, the lake once more became available for human exploration. In that middle period during the sudden thaw, the ice had been accessible to animals, and I happened upon the track of a fox who had crossed the lake while the surface of the ice was sufficiently permeable for the weight of a fox to leave imprints. When the ice is frozen solid, a fox leaves no track at all. Consequently, when the ice later became solid again, we can be certain that this fox, and probably some others, too, have moved back and forth from shore to shore, but without any witness to the event. This one journey by a fox, therefore, is our only solid proof that the foxes use the ice as a shortcut. Although this only proves what we already know, it is nonetheless a reminder of both how little we need to assess patterns, and also how much happens around us that leaves no trace in the visible record. As a historian, I find the reminder very welcome.


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