12 Children On A Rock In Lake Superior: Menagerie Island

We were sitting around on the grass-upholstered rocks of Menagerie Island, sailors from the lighthouse tender Marigold and I, talking of this and that, and watching the ship drifting about in Siskiwit Bay. The sailors were waiting for a bo'sun's chair so that a man could be lowered from the top of the automatic light to make certain repairs. Our call at Menagerie Island was part of the routine of the Marigold in its first trip out in the spring, distributing men and supplies to the loneliest lighthouses in the world so that the lights might burn steadily and brightly for the ships that were to pass. My part was that of an observer, to learn the romance of the lighthouse service.