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Northwest Passage [MultiFormat]
eBook by Derryl Murphy
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eBook Category: Science Fiction/Fantasy
eBook Description:  A trip to the Arctic to retrace his grandfather's footsteps leads to a life-saving encounter with the dead. Based, in part, on actual events that happened when the author's grandfather was a trapper in the North.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Realms of Fantasy, ed. Shawna McCarthy, 1999
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [72 KB], eReader (PDB) [31 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [17 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [16 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [67 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [88 KB], hiebook (KML) [69 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [47 KB], iSilo (PDB) [14 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [19 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [46 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [27 KB]
Words: 5707
Reading time: 16-22 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
I stand on the shoreline and watch as the plane races across the lake, waves slapping at its floats. The pilot guns the engine, the whine of the propellers rises in pitch, and then it heaves itself into the air. The plane banks to the right, still over the lake, then the pilot waggles his wings. I wave in return, then watch and listen as it fades out of sight and hearing.
The wind is a bit blustery and cool today, but the sun is shining and it is certainly no worse than I might have been expecting. I pull the canoe farther up onto the rocky shore, then grab some gear from the great pile of it on the ground and load it into the canoe. A nearby copse of awkward-looking trees will provide shelter from the wind for the night, I hope, and so I drag the canoe across the ground, straining against the weight on the rope and against the wind.
There is indeed a small clearing, enough to pitch my tent. I flip the canoe on its side to act as a windbreak, then get the tent up and tied down. After that, I dig a hole for the fire, gather wood, then start it up and get to work on supper. Hunched in behind the canoe I only feel the wind in its brief forays as a Southerly, and the sun will remain in the sky to quite late tonight.
From my pack I pull out my Grandpa's diary and read, pausing only to top up my coffee or stand and look around whenever I hear a twig crack or another unfamiliar sound of nature, so far away from home.
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