I learned the death of Homer Stevens yesterday evening, surfing on the Internet. The idea came to type his name in the Google search window for getting news of him, I knew that he had published a book in collaboration with the canadian writer Rolf Knight, his autobiography entitled A life in fishing, it was enough to get some information about him. A phrase in italics drew my attention to the Google search page: He was the best of who we are. It was a title appeared on the front page of the Vancouver Sun, an article by Stephen Hume. I understood immediately, but I had read several articles before the confirmation of the death of Mr. Stevens, died Oct. 23, 2002 at the hospital in Nanaimo. Homer Stevens was Greek and Aboriginal descent, it was a hardening Paul-Emile Victor and an Farley Mowat, because he was alone a bit of both: a kind of explorer and ethnographer at its own way, but his life he lived in fishing for salmon on the coast. Louidger.