Where Were You in the Storm?
Off the coast of Nova Scotia wild horses roam this "Island of Lost Ships", where hundreds of shipwrecks claimed thousands of lives. Breathtaking ridgelines and lung-gasping sunsets mask Sable Island's terrible traps: Shoals and reefs so deceptively shallow a ship is trapped before it knows it's in danger; and breakers so deadly mariners have long called this place the "graveyard of the Atlantic". As each storm gathers, wild ponies-remnants of a herd left or lost by John Hancock's brother-lift their mighty manes, stamping their hooves as they cut the herd into the lee behind a dune. There, frail and feeble ponies are packed tightly in the middle of a circle as the stallions and the strong use their own bodies to shield the weak from the storm's relentless pummeling. It is the clearest picture one can imagine of how God expects His children to behave...
