Dedication
TO THE
MEMORY OF MY WIFE
Epigraph
“A drear and desolate shore!
Where no tree unfolds its leaves,
And never the spring wind weaves
Green grass for the hunter’s tread;
A land forsaken and dead,
Where the ghostly icebergs go
And come with the ebb and flow...”
Whittier’s “The Rock-tomb of Bradore.”