We scoured the shallows for a month that summer trying to find a seahorse. It seems a most unlikely thing to find in this latitude; but I read somewhere that one species had been found as far...
Mistaken Island
It was a fisherman who led us through the reefs and hidden dangers into the little anchorage in the middle of the Winchelsea Islets. We had been hanging round the edge of the Gulf of Georgia since...
Trouble
It was one of those sudden unplanned things. I had called in to see some friends of mine on my way up from Vancouver, late in September. The weather had been perfect and I was reluctant to cross...
A Whale . . . Named Henry
The Coast Pilot at times either terrifies us or else gets us into trouble. Quite naturally, I suppose; for they have big vessels in mind—and what does or doesn’t do for a big vessel isn’t...
The Gathering In
You just said suddenly, “We’ll probably leave for home tomorrow.” You started off . . . and you arrived. It wasn’t really quite as simple as that. You probably decided suddenly because the...
Little House
I remember when we first found Little House, lying all by itself in the middle of the forest. It was June-time. Everything was covered with the roses in bloom—on the paths—in the...
Seven Acres
After a big storm we always had expeditions and explorings to find out how many trees had blown down and what had been cast up on the beaches—the choice depending on how strong the wind...
