Witches Cove

find a door to new and strange adv

small fire in the low old-fashioned fir

ried joyousl

dered, sea tanned, Don

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. I'll s

t, and listening to her story, "is a right fine dory,

eap. Monhegan! The dream island of every

se this season. I've decided to pack my lobster traps on the sloop and go up about there somewhere,

u'll take me. You won't spend all your time tending lobster pots. There

'd get lonesome, though. Nobody but me and yo

talk about Monhegan over there by the old fort. She'll be wild

ey had been much together on the sea. Unlike his dreamy

, "I don't see why she shou

sion to go, for, though Don had barely turned twenty, he was known as one

a sheet of blue, they rounded the island and we

f the unsolved mystery hidden there and resolved to delve

rs to be true. There was that lurking in the immediate future which was to connect experiences at Monhegan with the old f