pilot-lights

Updated: July 23, 2026

Nearer at hand, just shaving the long strip of sandy, wooded point that jutted far out into the lake, a broad raft of timber, pushed by a hard-working, black-funnelled stern-wheeler, was slowly forging its way to the outlet of the lake, its shadowy edge sprinkled here and there with little sparks of lurid red, the pilot-lights that gave warning of its slow and silent coming.

Charles King - From the Ranks