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The four of them whispered among themselves for a few moments. They had rolled down the windows so they would be able to hear better. Gradually their conversation faded away, and they realized they were all staring at something through the windshield. car. Bert, looking up as well, saw an orange-colored light, like a glowing ball of fire, south of them and just above the tree line, moving silently but slowly across the star field. There were spark-like objects emanating from it but there was no sound. "Do you see that?" he asked. "If it is, it's the quietest airliner I've ever seen. Besides, it doesn't look right." Constable Andrew saw it as a candle-flame-shaped object but it looked as though the flame was upside down. He, too, remembers sparks and a corona around the object. They watched for a few moments, standing on the logging road in silence as the object slid across the night sky, at what the Mountie guessed was a low altitude of about two to three hundred feet. Bert pulled a compass from his pocket and took a bearing. The object glittered and sparkled and then finally disappeared over the tree line at the south end of the clearing. They spent the rest of their watch wondering what it could have been. When asked why he had not filed a report later, when he returned to his post, Ian Andrew explained that in those days, when they filed reports on UFOs, there was a tremendous amount of paperwork, with three different reports required by RCMP headquarters, the Air Desk in Ottawa, and the National Research Council. His caseload was heavy enough without adding to it. But the event impressed him enough that he could remember the details of it clearly twenty-nine years later. Wednesday, October 4, 1967, approximately 11:20 PM. Atlantic daylight time Highway 3, Lower Woods Harbor Half mile west of Shag Harbor, Nova Scotia The Dark Object now rocked gently on the salt waters of the southern passage. It drifted with the ebb tide, slowly, intelligently, toward the south end of the sound, and the deeper waters of the North Atlantic. It formed a dark silhouette in contrast to the warm glow of the lighted houses on shore. "It's cooler than I thought it would be too." Finally Ian broke the silence. "What the hell is that?" he asked. He opened his door and got out of the "Yeah, I see it. What is it? Is it an airliner?" CHAPTER THREE THE SHAG HARBOR INCIDENT