I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be, The first low wash of waves where soon Shall roll a… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“Our house has its back to the sea,' writes Hester in her journal. 'Below us, the ocean spreads to the sky, twitching… — Tanya Moir Copy Share Image
“There was always a big party on the night before anyone left for the States. They called it an American wake, because… — Cole Moreton Copy Share Image
