120 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 nutter 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. 



