Uncle Terry a Story of the Maine Coast

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. A WAIF OF THE SEA It's goin' to be a nasty night, said Uncle Terry, coming in from the shed and dumping an armful of wood in the box behind the kitchen stove, an' the combers is just a-humpin' over White Hoss Ledge, an' the spray's flyin' half way up the lighthouse. The Lord-a-massy help any poor soul that goes ashore to-night, responded a portly, white-haired woman beside the stove, as a monster wave made the little dwelling tremble.