Which is why quite a lot of sensitive meetings have taken place there, between different sensitive people. This was to be my third. Also, blood had never been shed there, as far as I know, which is part of the lure of the island. Hundred years ago, when the Lonesome Game Ranger came to the Island, and saw that the beacon made any unfriendliness unnecesary, position wise, he could talk to the camper without any guilt. Share coffee, talk about the rain, game and so.
Man can get mighty lonesome.
Months on end in the Bush. And white people help each other, it is the law of the bush. But it was that kind of Island, even today. And there he was. We held each other's eyes.