Sundown at Dawn excerpt

Stepping out of the tent into the cold morning air, he could see that his campsite around him was wet from the morning fog with glistening drops of dew clinging to every pine bough. The light was flat making everything appear to be shrouded and indistinct.

The sounds were coming from two canoes heading toward him, but still easily a mile away. If  he had not heard the Arabic, he would not have seen them for some time. Sounds in the still of the wilderness carried much farther than most people realized. He could see that they intended to pass between the island he was camped on and another not more than a hundred yards to the east.

Clearly, the canoeists were not aware of his presence on the island. His mountain tent was squat and green, tucked into the background of Norway and balsam pines, and his clothing blended in to make him nearly invisible.  A screen of low bushes along the shoreline helped to break up his outline and completed the illusion. The fog extended several hundred feet above the still water and above that was blue sky. It would be a beautiful spring day when it burned off. The canoes would not have been visible to him from that distance, but the early morning light was coming from behind him and reflecting off the silver hulls of the ubiquitous eighteen-foot Grumman canoes which were riding low in the water.

Copper, whose name came from the unusual color of his coat, sat beside him as still as a statue, but his growling, low and menacing, had not ceased.

“Well, what do you think, Copper? Do you know something that I don’t, Boy?”

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