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372 pages, Paperback
First published September 11, 2001
In the eyes of the British Crown at the time, the island of Newfoundland wasn't considered a proper colony, but a sort of floating fishing station and training ground for naval recruits, a country that existed only during the summer months. Most of the planters and fishermen returned to England for the winter, as did the governor himself.
We have taken the tragedy of an entire race of people, Mr. Peyton, and cheapened it with our own sordid little melodrama.
The sun had fallen below the ceiling of grey cloud, illuminating the enormous stretch of ice, and the snow on the branches of spruce terraced on the valley's hills burned gold all around them. It was like walking into a cathedral lit with candles and the group stood there exhausted and breathing heavily, leaning on walking sticks and bent forward to balance the weight of their packs, all with the worn look of awe of a group of pilgrims.
Various versions of this event have appeared from time to time in our histories and other publications, but as numerous discrepancies characterise these accounts, I prefer to give the story as I had it from the lips of the late John Peyton, J.P. of Twillingate, himself the actual captor of the Beothuk woman. —James P. Howley, The Beothuks or Red Indians, published 1915The events take place from about 1810 through 1820 in Newfoundland. Nearly all of it takes place in winter, when the rivers and lakes are frozen. It is hard to imagine a harsher life.