Explore "A Brave Heart" by Henry Van Dyke on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The voice in the canoe behind me ceased. The rain let up. The SLISH, / SLISH of the paddle stopped. The canoe swung sideways to the breeze. I / heard the RAP, RAP, RAP of a pipe on the gunwale, and the quick scratch / of a match on the under side of the thwart.
"What are you doing, Ferdinand?"