Olsegon, a Mi’kmag word for a peninsula on the southwest coast of Nova Scotia. The Mi’kmag natives inhabited the
piece of land for over seven thousand years. On the marshy east shore, the Tusket River empties into the Atlantic
Ocean. The aboriginals call the fertile, vibrant water, Neketaouksit, “Great Forked Tidal River.” To the west,
Wolfwood Forest edges a bay, low tide mud flats, and sea-carved eelgrass meadows. South, beyond Massacre Island
and Fishermen’s Island, the Atlantic Ocean spans to the horizon.
Several miles of trees, patches of sea-fed salty glades and canals separate Olsegon from the nearest town, Usket.
The first white settlers, French colonists who had been expelled from Acadia in seventeen fifty-five by the English,
arrived in seventeen sixty-seven. In addition, English, Irish, Scots, and Mi’kmag make up the near sixteen hundred
inhabitants.
Like an infant to its mother, Olsegon depends on the sea for sustenance.
Not much happens in Olsegon outside the realm of ordinary human behavior: domestic conflicts, bootlegging, hunting
and fishing out of season, trapping under-sized lobsters, and a bit of the unspoken.
In July 1950, and a year later, events shook the lives of a mother, the sheriff, and Olsegon citizens.
piece of land for over seven thousand years. On the marshy east shore, the Tusket River empties into the Atlantic
Ocean. The aboriginals call the fertile, vibrant water, Neketaouksit, “Great Forked Tidal River.” To the west,
Wolfwood Forest edges a bay, low tide mud flats, and sea-carved eelgrass meadows. South, beyond Massacre Island
and Fishermen’s Island, the Atlantic Ocean spans to the horizon.
Several miles of trees, patches of sea-fed salty glades and canals separate Olsegon from the nearest town, Usket.
The first white settlers, French colonists who had been expelled from Acadia in seventeen fifty-five by the English,
arrived in seventeen sixty-seven. In addition, English, Irish, Scots, and Mi’kmag make up the near sixteen hundred
inhabitants.
Like an infant to its mother, Olsegon depends on the sea for sustenance.
Not much happens in Olsegon outside the realm of ordinary human behavior: domestic conflicts, bootlegging, hunting
and fishing out of season, trapping under-sized lobsters, and a bit of the unspoken.
In July 1950, and a year later, events shook the lives of a mother, the sheriff, and Olsegon citizens.
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Olsegon
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