NAVAL BATTLES ON CANADA'S GREAT BAY
When I was younger, a boy of 10 or 11, maybe, or more likely of 13 or 14, I'm not too sure, I daydreamed a lot. Like most young boys of that age, I would suppose, I saw myself as a kind of hero, brave and pure of heart, swashbuckling my way through life... I often dreamed myself to be a naval officer, in command of wooden ships-of-war, with tall masts and white sails, gliding upon the high seas, always on the look-out for enemy ships. A particular daydream of mine was to go into the Northern Sea, with a small fleet of those ships, then follow a narrow passage leading into a great bay, a hiding place where the dreaded, hereditary enemy lurked... Then and there, I will battle against enemy ships, capturing them or sinking them, fighting with big, black cannons that hurled big, black balls at great distance, trying to outgun good crews led by tenacious captains. Then and there, I will land with my men, in small embarkations, near this or that enemy fort, besieging it and taking it b...