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abating. I already had me some indication that that be the case because of the way the old girl was a-temperin' her protests. I grabs me bundle and gear and goes topside with Bellows. Aye, it was somethin' to see, alright. It was a white ice world, hoar frost everywhere and everything coated with ice fog and sea mist. Couldn't see more'n twenty or thirty feet in front of me." |
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"We put ashore. I wanted to find out what was happenin'. We was still under wraps; no radio, no news, no orders. Choker Point was a smoke station." |
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"Let the record show that Captain Cartwright is referring to a Canadian radio contact point. Smoke signal does mean designated communications point, doesn't it, Captain ?" |
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"Aye, I'd put into Choker a number of times afore the war. That's how I knew about them shallows. It weren't much but a handful of Lutes, a supply depot for fishermen and some Kiska kids." |
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"They be Lute orphans, sir, some seven or eight of 'em. All in all, ain't more'n twenty, twenty-five people total at Choker." |
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"Please continue, Captain Cartwright; tell the panel what you found." |
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"Aye, sir. Nary a sign of a livin' soul." |
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