Midden

The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett.

Chapter fifteen: On Shell-Heap Island.

Some time after Mrs. Fosdick's visit was over and we had returned to our former quietness, I was out sailing alone with Captain Bowden in his large boat.

We were taking the crooked northeasterly channel seaward and were well out from shore while it was still early in the afternoon.

Mrs. Todd had truly said that Joanna was like one of the saints in the desert.

The loneliness of sorrow will forever keep alive their sad succession.

"Where is Shell-Heap Island?" I asked eagerly.

"You see Shell-Heap now, layin' 'way out beyond Black Island there," answered the captain, pointing with outstretched arm as he stood and holding the rudder with his knee.