millinokett's

Updated: June 8, 2025

And when daylight waned, when stars began to glint in a sky which was a mixture of soft grays and downy whites like a dove's plumage, when the islets on Millinokett's bosom became black dots on a slate-gray sheet, and no laden hunter with rifle and game put in an appearance, even Cyrus became fidgety and anxious.

Isabel Hornibrook - Camp and Trail: A Story of the Maine Woods