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From a folding chair on the after deck of the _Haida_ Rod looked back at Hawk's Nest. The cruiser's screw churned up bubbles and foam astern. Dent Island and the gray stone house with its red roof, the pale green of grass and the duskier hue of the woods behind were receding fast. They vanished altogether as they rounded the Gillard light and stood away south.
"I was born there," Rod said simply. "I never went home but I was glad to be there. I never left it before without being sorry to go."