Greenville The cannery boss said, “Try Sam; he has a gas boat and comes from Greenville. That’s Sam over there–the Indian in the striped shirt.” I came close to where Sam was forking salmon from the scow on to the cannery chutes. “Sam, I want to go to Greenville. Could…

Read More

The cannery boss said, “Try Sam; he has a gas boat and comes from Greenville. That’s Sam over there–the Indian in the striped shirt.” I came close to where Sam was forking salmon from the scow on to the cannery chutes. “Sam, I want to go to Greenville. Could…

Read More

Millie’s stare was the biggest thing in the hut. It dimmed for a moment as we stood in its way–but in us it had no interest. The moment we moved from its path it tightened again–this tense, living stare glowing in the sunken eyes of a sick Indian…

Read More

Emily Carr Chronicles Presentations

signup to learn more about Emily Carr & earn discounts on events