On almost every street corner in Victoria there was one saloon or more. There were saloons in the middle of every block as well. I used to think that every saloon belonged to the Navy because sailors, wearing little boys’ collars and wide trouser legs that flapped…
The silence of our Western forests was so profound that our ears could scarcely comprehend it. If you spoke your voice came back to you as your face is thrown back to you in a mirror. It seemed as if the forest were so full of silence that…
James’ Bay district, where Father’s property lay, was to the south of the town. When people said they were going over James’ Bay they meant that they were going to cross a wooden bridge that straddled on piles across the James’ Bay mud flats. At high tide the…
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