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which would infer water, is odd, it’s
almost as if she was indicating electricity, the way she spoke. But science
isn't my strength. When I return in the summer to Kingston, I shall ask my
professors.
     It was later that morning that I
discovered she is a working woman. This disproves my theory of her being a lady
of the local gentry. She actually works in a sports equipment store! Whatever
do the patrons think?
    Just when she'd convinced me of her
practical nature, Waneeta became entranced by my quoting Wordsworth to her. I
had to. In the morning light, her hair had highlights the color of daffodils.
Again I must confess to being enthralled. I caught her up in a rather lively
polka, but was forced to stop, as she could not follow the music in my head.
Then I kissed her. I shouldn't have taken such a liberty, and immediately
apologized. What kind of boar did she think me? She swooned in my arms, and I
had to help her to a chair. It was most unfortunate, and I feel even now that I
should make amends. But as you'll soon read, how can I?
    That night, I told her a story of the Madawaska
River. I could feel the tension my kiss had caused. I wanted nothing but her. I
believe the feeling was mutual. Once more, it was a long, difficult night.
    To end this, I must keep writing, while
my mind is fresh and can sort out the unusual events. How could I begin
explaining the bizarre twist my adventure took today? Being a practical man,
I've never believed in ghosts, but today, I may change my thinking. Waneeta
wanted to show me her ‘skidoo’. Since the storm has passed, we went outside.
    Other things were also on my mind. It
was wrong to let Waneeta go without offering to assuage the situation her visit
created. She spent two nights alone with an unmarried man. She’ll be ridiculed,
and I'm concerned for her reputation. I am more than concerned! I'm in love
with her, and acted on that! I proposed to her, and was surprised when she
shied away from the idea. I know she is not married, so I have no idea why she
acted as she did. I suppose my austere lifestyle here was a shock to her. I would
have returned to Kingston for her and foregone my father's dream of educating
the Indian children if she'd wanted me to. I've been offered a teaching
position there, and for her, I would gladly leave this shanty. Indeed, should I
decide to stay here, I'll have to move closer to the river where the children
will be able to travel along to school. And I may not want that. I don't know
yet. That's why I am here.
    In all fairness to Waneeta, I gave no
indication of my feelings for her before that time, so I shouldn't be surprised
by her answer. We did, however, compromise. In fact, she insisted on meeting me
here in May. With that much, I was forced to be satisfied. But my thoughts are
moving too quickly for my pen, and I need to get back on track.
    When we entered the woods, my mind went
to her 'skidoo' and her missing cousin. I wasn't as interested in her cousin as
I should have been, hoping we could return that evening to my cabin, having not
found the man.
    But now my story takes an odd twist. We
traveled for about a quarter of a mile until we reached her machine. It was an
ugly conveyance of rusting white iron sitting on a black tread with two skis
out front, one obviously damaged. She asked me to help her turn it around.
Although I questioned her ability to get back to the town of Pembroke on it, I
did as she bid me.
    When the meteorite came up in the
conversation, she pointed to a forked tree a few yards away. But the tree was
unharmed. I can't explain this discrepancy. I love this delightful woman, but I
failed to find proof of her extraordinary tale.
    I decided Waneeta needed more rest and
was about to insist she return to the cabin with me when she assured me she was
fine. I wish I'd stopped her, but I'd no idea what would happen next. I find it
hard to believe the events that unfolded, even now.
    Waneeta produced a small key from her
pocket