Winter of Peril

by Jan Andrews

The Newfoundland Diary of Sophie Loveridge, Mairie's Cove, New-Found-Land, 1721

Friday, April 28, 1721 - We have LAND! Land to our left (which Captain Jones has told me over and over I must call "to port"). What does it matter what I call it? I can see it. We are in a channel that is open. Ice is to our right still but LAND IS TO OUR LEFT.
Sunday, April 30, 1721 - We are in a cove. Captain Jones has declared it "more than suitable." The men are fitting out several of the fishing boats so that they may row unto the land. I do not want to go. There are too many trees and it is dark beneath them.