Swans and wild geese paddle in the shallow, reedy bayous; raccoons and even deer traverse the sparsely wooded ridges.

The shores of its creeks and fens are tenanted by minks and muskrats.

The tall tower of a light-house rises at the eastern extremity of the island, the keeper of which is now its solitary inhabitant.
Fourteen years ago, another individual shared the proprietorship of Long Point.

This was John Becker, who dwelt on the south side of the island, near its westerly termination, in a miserable board shanty nestled between naked sand-hills.

He managed to make a poor living by trapping and spearing muskrats, the skins of which he sold to such boatmen and small-craft skippers as chanced to land on his forlorn territory.