PREFACE In November 1953, three men were forced by weather to spend the night as the only persons on Boughton Island. In this book there is an account of that event. The author, the Reverend John Paine ended his account of the adventure with this comment: word about Boughton Island itself. This is one of the historically important spots in the Province. Many generations of hard—working and honest people called it home. Now it has been abandoned and there is a touch of sadness in its forlorn and waste places. Houses which once echoed the noisiness and laughter of children, and which were the centre-pieces of life with its alternate lights and shadows, are now falling rapidly into decay. Once fertile land will soon be wilderness. There is desolation on every side. Certain/y no one would blame the last remaining residents for evacuating the island, and it may be assumed that they did so reluctant/y and only under pressure of physical difficulties which seemed to have no other solution. Nevertheless, it seems a pity that successive governments have not seen their way clear to devise some plan whereby the little island-community might have been given such transportation facilities as would have made abandonment of their homes unnecessary. My father, Andrew Macdonald, was one of the three who were forced by bad weather to spend a cold November night on Boughton Island. He and his brother Gerald operated their store, known as R.J's, with a view of Cardigan River. In 1955 he and my mother drove across Canada and my father said that nothing they had seen on that journey appealed to him as much as the view down the Cardigan River to Boughton Island. This book is lovingly dedicated to his memory.