Chapter 23 No.23

In the far-off Northland it is winter again,-the winter of 1919-20. Trigger Island is bright and clean with the furbishings of summer. It is January,-January without its coat of white,-January as green as the tender gourd.

There are a dozen graves or more on Cape Sunrise; Betty Cruise no longer lies alone out on the windswept point. Crudely chis