|The British navy fires its cannons.|
|The Americans fire back.|
|Time out while the Wolfe Island ferry passes between the ships.|
|The Americans fire on Fort Henry. (This never actually happened, but why waste a good opportunity?)|
|The house, decked out with bunting.|
|A red oak, dated to 1815.|
P.S. I've begun the knitting part of my DSK project, even though there's more spinning to do. See?
Hard to describe the pleasure of working with pure BFL spun by one's own hands.