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September 8, 1997

The following story was written by Josie Mercier. Josie grew up in Pendleton Bay on Babine Lake, British Columbia. She treasures the lakes and the wilderness where she was born and raised. She wants to move back to Pendleton Bay, build a log house, and "do what I love best: hunting, fishing, and all the things we used to do back then."

Indian Summer

by Josie Mercier

As the boat came closer to the shore, the autumn leaves were blowing all over the ground. It was beautiful. The sun was shining and a wind was blowing softly, while leaves of different colors were dropping from the trees. My uncle, myself, and nephews had gone for our last boat ride before my dad and everyone else pulled their boats out of the lake for winter freeze-up.

I have always loved the autumn; it's the most beautiful of all seasons. It's so colorful, especially out at the lake. Ever since I was very small, that's where my heart is, living out at the lake. Ever since I was very small, that's where my heart is, living out at the lake where it's so peaceful and quiet. As we ran up the foot path along the creek where the salmon had recently spawned, we saw them now just floating around, dying off.

"What a beautiful day it is", I thought to myself. So it was in years gone by. We bid our last good-bye to the lake I love so much, Babine Lake. Until next year when another fishing season comes...good-bye.

[This story was taken from "In This Country", Personal Stories About Northern B.C. with the kind permission of the Northern Literacy Readers, College of New Caledonia].

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