The wind in the cars- the salt spray on your hair- and your eyes on the shimmer of sun on sea -- this and the people who lived there a half century and more ago, make up the ""world of Carrick's Cove"", in a story of a boy and a sloop. There's more to the story than that, for Ben Carrick grows to man's estate in the course of his tale; but the part of his story that stays by the reader will be the building of the sloop, painstakingly, longingly, lovingly; his worship of the finished boat, and how it stood for him as a symbol of what he could achieve; and the heartbreak when -- through his feckless father's fault- the Eagle was stove in and had to be sold as it lay for $75. Then too is the young romance when Cora and Ben worked in the fields and fell in love -- and waited while their elders blocked their marriage, one way or another. The story is set in North Weston and Weymouth and the islands and of Down East, when boats moved by sail, and people survived with almost no cash, so long as there were potatoes in the ground and fish in the sea. ""That was the way of it and I can't reasonably ask for anything better."" So the story ends....Not for everyone, with its leisurely pace and aura of nostalgia.