With many tears of sorrow to think of leaving companions, friends and
Traverse City, the place where we had been so happy in the four years of
our stay, we bade adieu to our kind friends and neighbors and once more
were sailing away over the waters to Beaver Island. As we sailed toward
Northport it was not long before all traces of the little city had
passed from our view, and though I could not see it with my eyes, I
could see it with my heart, as I said to one of the gentlemen on board
our vessel. There were three summer people that had been at the island
since early June. They came over to Traverse City to see what the
country looked like and voted their preference for the island as a
summer home.
We called at Northport, stopping to see several friends and wait for a
fresher breeze. There we met Mr. Dame, his wife and daughter, Mrs. Page,
and son Sebe, as we always called him. Mr. and Mrs. Smith and many more
wished us "God speed" on the way across the water to our "Island home."
We left Northport just as the sun was rising over the treetops. The
little town looked bright and pleasant in the morning sunlight. The wind
was fair and sea smooth. We soon were past the point, where we could
look upon Lake Michigan. North and South Fox Islands at our left,
Charlevoix shore on our right, and soon Cat Head was left far behind,
with the "Beavers" growing larger every minute.