After working briefly for a federal entomologist to control the spruce budworm — and spraying DDT from the air — he returned to the Adirondacks in 1946 to be district ranger at Cranberry Lake for 11 years.

And she called me a chowder head! The boy's eyes flashed with anger. Mr. Mays held Elizabeth at arm's length. Is that true? Did you call your brother a chowder head?

The truck was supposed to leave at dawn, but in fact we spent all morning loading.

One morning in the early grey of the dawn we stood out to sea to troll for mackerel.