Everything was here---what’s moving around his toes? “Ouch, that hurt,” he whispered. What else was under his blanket? He rummaged through his backpack.
...stay with the canoe, as long as the current was not heading into far open water. In larger lakes, it is important to skirt the shore rather than head across a large expanse of water.
He was an accommodating young lad, not easily fazed by undue circumstances. In fact his Mi’kmaq heritage allowed him a degree of patience and understanding uncommon for a boy of twelve.
"Sharp edges were worn down by friction," Uncle Larry said, passing it around. "Think of how many years it must have tumbled back and forth with the waves to get to this stage."
