i2o The Life Worth Living 



A fog meant a stay indoors : talk and dream 

 and read. From our little library we drew 

 forth our treasures and forgot the fog. 



Next morning it was just the same. 



"Look out for weather when this clears 

 up," was George's greeting as I walked into 

 the crew's quarters after breakfast. 



"What sort of weather?" 



"Cold, freezin', goose weather. I see 

 them geese feedin' out there in the sink every 

 day the last week. If this wind hauls into 

 the nor'west to-night, the fog will lift, and 

 we'll talk goose talk in that sink blind in a 

 way that'll make your heart flutter to- 

 morrow." 



Next morning it was freezing and the 

 wind was howling a thirty-mile gale from 

 the north. 



We went to the goose blind located in the 

 sink, a deep place in the mud-flats that rarely 

 goes dry. 



"The wind's just right," said George. 



