Happy Island

light smoke from Uncle William's pipe and the cigarette that Bodet held in his finger

y spot-"They stopped here, they said-off St. Pierre, and then run along up through Placentia Bay and stopped off two-three t

l right!" said

enery and about their feelings, and so on; but I managed to make out their course-puttin' this and t

tand it-with g

'll bring her 'round to your back door some day, safe an

." He gave a little puff to the cigarette and wrinkled

and rumbled a little down below-"You can't find a much better place 'n this is, can you?" He moved his hand tow

them. "Best place in

aid Uncle William,

Now, that," he shoved his finger at a point on the map-"That's the farthest north I ever went." Uncle

r 'twas going way up-they said. Seem's if we always got stuck or got a cargo-

e, Andy-and I do' 'no's I'd risk taking you

've been," he said

rather be right here with you and Benjy a-traveling this way-after them young things, that don't know where they're sailing or what kind of waters they're comin' to-and not t

boat," said

st of anybody't that time-and Captain Hall, he was for pushing on-and all of 'em, except Buddington-he was sailing master and that slow, cautious kind-no sort o' timber to go after the North Pole with-but he said we 'd winter right there-'twas somewheres along in August then-and we run back a little to a good place-and that's where it got its name now, 'Polaris Bay'-we was the ones that named it." Uncle William looked at it, with the pride of possession, and rubbed his finger on it. "Well, we stayed there.... But Captain Hall-you couldn't hold him still, and he was all the time sledgin' off, one way and another-to see what the earth was doin' up that way-and it run along into October-the last of the month-It all seems like yesterday," said Uncle William slowly.... "I was a young fellow, you see-not more 'n twenty-two-three, and I'd left Jennie down here, and gone up there-so's to make money faster."-His eye traveled about the red room... and came back to the map... "and there we was, settin' down up there-waitin' for winter and not a whale in sight-and then, all of a sudden, before you could say Jack Robinson-Captain Hall die

om looking out. When he turned about, his eyes were shining-like

here waitin' for ye and needin' ye, it's more homier than any of 'em." Andy got slowly to his feet. "Harr'et's waitin' for me," h

ncle William. "I was thinkin' of going down to look after

t," said Andy, "

path below. "He's a good boy," said Uncle William. "He 'll stan' a lo

d indifferently to the door and passed out-as if a summon