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Five. The Log of the Light
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yn test Five. The Log of the Light
Peter Amsel was a man who did not enjoy being asked to do anything, and Nora found that this made him excellent at it."You are going to write to the Department of Environmental Resources," he said, "and they are going to write to the Coast Guard, and the Coast Guard is going to write to a file that does not exist, and this will take between two and four years, and it will cost you six thousand dollars, and at the end of it a clerk in Augusta will write a letter saying that no responsive records have been located.""Unless.""Unless," Amsel agreed, "you go at it from the other end.""Which is?""The tower." Amsel took off his glasses and cleaned them, which she had learned he did when he was pleased with himself. "The Coast Guard retains the station records — the station's own books, the light list, the tower's inspection file, the equipment log — in Boston, at the marine museum, under their own retention schedule, and not under the Board's. The Board's file is the file the Board made
yn test Four. The Island of Light
The mail boat came out to Thrush on the first Thursday of June, and Nora Vance brought with her one camera, one tape recorder, three legal pads, and a hat that blew into the harbor twice.Thrush Island in June was four hundred yards of shoreline and a great deal of spruces and the tower. The lighthouse stood at the north shoulder of the hill with the fog-signal building beside it, whitewashed, tar-papered on the north face, with its red door, and the whole place looked exactly as it had looked in the log books for a hundred and twenty years, except that everything was now made of concrete and aluminum and had a number stenciled on it.The tower was open. The Coast Guard had opened it in 1996 for the hundredth anniversary and had never closed it, and there was a plexiglass case in the lantern room with a lamp that had been in service from 1911 to 1969 in it, and the lens was a second-order Fresnel, twelve feet tall, made of a hundred and sixty prisms in a brass framework, and it turned
yn test Three. What the Water Kept
The email arrived on a Tuesday in October 1998, and it took Nora Vance nine months to understand that it was not an email at all but the last card in a hand of cards that had been dealt out in 1878.It came to her at the State Marine Historical Library, where she had been working for three years as a reference assistant on a grant-funded project cataloguing the Commissioners of Lighthouse Inspection records. The email was from a woman named Delia Ferrand, who had been the keeper's daughter at Thrush Island's fog signal from 1963 to 1969 and who now ran a post office in Ellsworth and had, over the years, been the recipient of a great many forgotten letters that the mailman had brought back from the island because nobody had ever come for them.Dear Miss Vance, the email said. You wrote to me about the Warren Light logbooks and I have something you should see. I am seventy-eight and my eyes are going and there is a trunk in my barn that my mother put in there in 1963 and I have never be
yn test Two. The Winter of the Long Cold
The cold came in January and it did not leave.By the second week it had frozen the puddles in the cart track up to the north cottage into sheets you could break with a boot, and Ada Beausoleil had stopped coming down to the tower, and the reason was not the cold. Everyone said it was the cold. Hester Warren said it was the cold and then went on folding sheets and looking at the window, which is a thing women in that era did with their mouths when the truth was that they had already decided.Ada was sick. Ada had been sick since before Christmas, in the way of a chest that has been working too hard for too many years, and the doctor from Gulls End had come out on the mail boat and sat with her for an hour and an hour and a half and had come back in and said the word consumption in the doorway and then, being a decent sort, said something else for twenty minutes afterward to take the weight off it."She's not going to see spring," Hester said."She'll see the light," Elias said. "The l
yn test One. The Winter of the Big Blow
The light was the last thing Maren Warren could fall asleep to and the first thing she woke inside of.She would remember, for the rest of her life, that she had been born into it: the low thumping of the mercury bath as the great lens turned on its bed of quicksilver, the slow tick of the clockwork weight unwinding toward the floor, the particular sigh the wind made when it came around the north corner of the tower and found the gallery rail. The sound went through the walls of the keeper's house like a heartbeat through a chest. When they had lived in the town, in a house with a piano and a neighbor with a dog, she had never once been able to sleep without it, and she had decided, somewhere around the age of six, that this was the family's due, the way other families owed a mortgage or a mother-in-law.The house at Thrush Island consisted of the tower and the keeper's quarters joined by a short stone passage, and the whole thing sat on the shoulder of a granite hill like a man sitti
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