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and I begin to think, as I stretch my- fixed upon me with an appearance of self on deck in the shadow of the sail, interest. that yachting is a very delightful thing,
When I have rounded my first pe and that a lady's being nautical is, per- riod, she makes a little well-bred pause haps, after all, no drawback to her then asks me to hand her the lunchcharms.
basket from below, as Mrs. Halibut is going to give us something to eat.
It is this, then, which has given her The wind blows fresh from the cold Northwest, The ship swings clear and free,
that flattering appearance of attention! And we tread the deck with a sailor's zest,
Quite crestfallen, I go below, and, And point for the open sea.
after knocking my head on the beams, We trim the sheets, and fill the sails, And let the boom swing by ;
and stumbling over the oars, which trip There is not one heart in our midst that fails,
me up, I succeed in finding the hamEach pulse beats loud and high.
pers, and Guy helps me to bring them The white sails shiver, the thin sheets lash,
on deck. And up in the taut-strung shroud
We discuss ham sandwiches, and We hear, keeping time with the soft waves' plash, The wind pipe sweet and loud.
fried chickens, and blueberry pies, and For the breeze of the ship and the sounding sea drink cider which pops like champagne, Makes his barp and trumpet shrill,
while Bob builds a fire in the stove, to And plays the strings with a Triton's glee, And murmurs or peals at will.
give us hot water to make tea. Crowd hard the helm ! till the dashing spray
I try to go into the forecastle to do Flies up o'er the vessel's prow,
something to help him, but the aperTill the deck is wet, and the sailors say,
ture between the after-cabin and the She quivers from stern to prow.
fore is so narrow, that I stick fast, and Then away, then away, o'er the white-capped wave, And sing as we sail along,
kick about helplessly, till Guy comes For our spirits are light, and our hearts are brave, to the rescue and straightens me out And our good ship stout and strong.
again. Behind us lies the river, blue, and Lunch on a yacht is pleasant, but exdimpled with the dying breeze. An citing. Now and then an unexpected August haze softens the outlines of the lurch upsets your mug of hot tea, which picturesque hills that rise from its you are carefully balancing on your shores. Before us, the bay widens, dis- knee, and scalds you. Then those playing its islets, and its fair, broad dreadful sheets play the mischief with waters covered with shimmering sails ; the knives and forks; and, not being while the round outlines of the bluffs quite' used to the motion, I find myself on the Mascarene shore rise before us, dropping a large piece of butter in Ladark and wooded at the base, bald and sella's lap, which she bears with great gray on their summits; and between equanimity, assuring me she doesn't the islands we catch glimpses of the mind.” narrow passage through which Pierre With the exception of one or two du Guast, Sieur de Monte, sailed more little drawbacks of this kind, I get than two hundred and fifty years ago through very well, but I am glad when to explore, with his brave sailors, his
it is over. grant of the broad lands of Acadie. “Now let us set the ring-tail, boys,"
Far up in the distance one can see says the skipper. the island on which the adventurers This I take to be a kind of nautical passed that ill-starred winter, where the dance, till Flirtina tells me it is another remnants of French bricks and pottery little sail which I see them rigging upon still show the site of his little settle- the far end of the main boom. ment.
I venture something about the Hur. Having read a book, recently, about ricane being now a Ring-tailed RoarDe Monte's expedition, I venture little er, but nobody seems to think it is a allusions to this circumstance, and be joke, so I don't emphasize it. come eloquent as Flirtina's eyes are The wind is certainly very light. We
have got still another sail up now,
called sand in a broad beach, with curiouslya square sail, which has to be moved shelving cliffs behind it. A great'rock about distractingly, as it is a temporary towers in the foreground, whose sandaffair, rigged on one side of the main- stone base, washed all around by the mast; and when the mainsail goes one tide at high-water, has been worn away way, it has to go the other.
into the semblance of an hour-glass pul“Stand by!” calls the skipper. pit. On its lofty crest, two hundred “Let her go about!'
feet high, stunted evergreens are growNow there is a tremendous scrab- ing, and wiry grasses cling in the cranbling and ducking, and the sails flap, nies of its walks, and blue hare-bells and the sheets lash, and there is a com- are waping gracefully among them, as plication with the gaff-topsail, and a we can see plainly with the skipper's dreadful difficulty with the squaresail, glass. and the jib, which is soon of no use, “That is Pulpit Rock," says Lasella. comes down with a run, and, the boys “At high-water you can only see the not being quick enough, it gets in the top, like a little island rising from the water, and excites the skipper.
bay; but now, to a good cragsman, the Now we should be going before the summit would be quite accessible. See wind, but there is no wind. The sails how curiously laminated those rocks are “wing and wing,” Lasella tells me, are; they break off in scales, like slates, one on one side of the mast, and the and some of them are full of little other on the other, like a bird's wings, holes, worn by the falling water before but we do not progress rapidly. In the mass hardened. I believe a geolofact, on consulting a pine-tree on the gist would find bird-tracks, or even a shore, I find we are going backwards. footprint of the pre-Adamite man, if he
I am reminded of the naval examina- examined them." tion of one of my friends, who, after “I wonder if the antediluvians held having given several satisfactory an- forth here," said Flirtiva, meditatively, swers to the question, “What would “and what they preached !” you do if your vessel was in irons (i. e. “ Sermons in stones," I suggested. going astern) ?” and, being irritated by “ Let us hope they were not in propora reiteration, on the part of the exam- tion to the pulpit's size." iner, of the words, “And then ?” fu- “Hallo!” shouts Guy, from the other riously thundered out, having lost side of the yacht. " What's this? patience utterly, “Blast her, let her Look at this canoe coming in. Did drive!” I would like to tell the story, you ever see such paddling? Those but am afraid Mrs. Halibut might think fellows are in a terrible hurry about it profane.
something. What magnificent strokes!” Mr. Halibut tells us we are drifting “ That looks like Pete Scepsis,” says with the tide, and that he is afraid we Mr. Halibut, scanning the water from shall have to cast anchor, and spend under his hand. the night on board. There is a tent We cross the deck and look eastward. below, which the gentlemen can pitch A birch canoe, with two occupants, is on the neighboring beach, and leave the coming swiftly towards us, impelled by cabin for the occupation of the ladies. vigorous arms to a wonderful speed,
This is unexpected. I prefer a hair- which, as it nears the yacht, is slackmattress to a mossy couch, but do not ened gradually, until the fragile craft say so. The ladies seem pleased with floats like a withered leaf towards us, the proposition. The boys and Guy are and two brown hands are put forth to overjoyed. I pretend to like it.
catch our vessel's side and prevent any We drop anchor, and lie floating idly collision, which might be fatal to the on the surface of the bay, the swift tide delicate bark. drifting past us. The shore is near, In the stern sits a broad-shouldered, stretching out a long line of warm red athletic Indian, with shaggy hair and
strongly-marked features, clad in dark chase us. We paddle in shore, and trowsers and a red flannel shirt, belted pull the canoe up on the beach, and round his waist with a broad leathern run up to hide in the bushes. Snake belt, from which hangs a sheath of he come up and upset the birch, and leather containing a dirk-knife. His open his mouth big as a barrel ; all red companion is a middle-aged woman,
inside. Then he turn round and go with delicate features, and long black 'way."* hair which hangs to her waist, and then “Why, you've seen the sea-serpent ! ” is gathered at the ends in a loose knot. cries Mrs. Halibut. A calico gown, covered with a bright “ Sea-serpent ! What he ?” asks plaid shawl, confined across the bosom Scepsis. with a huge plate of silver three or four A big snake that lives in the water," inches in diameter, with a hole in the answers the skipper. centre; a man's beaver hat encircled “Me see big snake,” says Scepsis. with a silver band, and gayly-worked
“Never hear of um before.
Me no moccasins, compose her costume. want to see um again. You see um,
“Well, Pete,” says Mr. Halibut, “how Halibut? What you think ?” are you? And how is Mrs. Pete ?" “No, Scepsis,” replies that gentle
“Pretty well,” responds the Indian. man; “I would like to see him. I “ Wife he well too;” and he says some have heard a good deal about that felwords in the native guttural to his low. I shall look out sharp for him squaw, who smiles pleasantly upon the
now." party, but says nothing, as she cannot * Не very long," says Scepsis. “He understand English.
hold his head up like a goose—so," “ You seemed in a hurry, just now," and he bent his arm to show the curve continues the skipper.
" Where are
of the reptile's neck. * We see um you bound ?"
very plain.” “ Down to Pleasant Point, to see um
“ This is very singular,” says the papoose marry," says Scepsis, briefly. skipper, thoughtfully. "Scepsis is per“Whose papoose
?” asks Mrs. Hali- fectly trustworthy, and has evidently but, appearing up the companion-way. never heard the wonderful tales of the
“My boy; he going to get married monster.” to the governor's daughter,” replies the
Further questioning follows, eliciting Indian, with composure. “Have a great perfectly consistent answers, and then time down there."
the Indians loose their hold on the " What kind of a girl is she ?” asks yacht and paddle down-stream, gaining Mrs. Halibut, interestedly.
swiftness from the fast-ebbing tide, and “He nice girl," says Scepsis—“ very
we watch them as they glide in their nice girl-only thirteen-too young- egg-shell craft, and wonder at its lightboy he young too. Ought to marry old
ness and grace. woman-better for him. She tell um “ That is the perfection of motion," young man."
says Lasella, “unless one could fly. At this every body laughs, and Scepsis Nothing was ever more delicious than smiles gravely.
that sensation of stillness and peace “I come fast over the bay,” he con- which it conveys. I shall never forget tinues. “ Afraid of the snake.”
an evening on the lakes at the head“What snake ?." says Guy, hanging waters of this river, when an Indian on the shroud to lean over the canoe.
paddled two of us four miles among “See um big snake in the water, yes
the rushes. The water-lilies were just terday,” says the Indian. “He chase in blossom; and as we dropped our us half across the bay. He have head hands in the water, which was warm big as a man's hat-stick up out of the with the rays of the setting sun, their water. Squaw she frightened ; me soft pads brushed our fingers, and the scared too, so we paddle fast. He
This story is entirely authentic.
great sweet white blossoms broke off at I sit and talk and sing with the rest a touch. The west was rosy and clear, until ten o'clock, and then I row ashore and all the sky suffused with golden and find that the useful Jack, and Guy light. It gave one an idea of heavenly the indefatigable, have set up the tent bliss."
and strewn the ground with soft hem“I know that well,” says Mrs. Hali- lock boughs, which, covered with blanbut. “ Who could ever forget those kets, make an elastic and fragrant
couch. It is deliciously comfortable, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams ?
and I sleep soundly till morning, when
I am waked by a sensation of chilliness; The night falls, a lovely, calm, glow- and, on putting my head outside the ing evening having preceded it, which tent, I find every thing enveloped in fog. has beguiled us into sitting on deck, I look at my watch. It is seven until the skipper, having finished the o'clock. I rouse my companions, and furling and covering of the sails, comes we strike the tent and row out to the aft, and tells us it is time for a light. yacht, which we have great trouble in
Thunder and turf | the matches have finding, though we are at last aided by been forgotten. We hunt our pockets the blowing of a horn in that direction. in vain; there is not a stray lucifer in We find the skipper on deck, who, the company; and, feeling about be- having heard the sound of our oars, has low, we find the lamps are empty. This been giving us the signal. He looks is very bad. At this point the skipper gloomy. explodes.
“No wind, and a thick fog; this is Mrs. Halibut, who is a person of ex- a bad egg," he says. “ We may have cellent sense and good-humor, adroitly to lie here for a week.” tempers the wrath of her justly indig- I remember my limp collar, and my nant spouse.
spirits sink. The young men are to go ashore in There is a buzz and stir below. One the boat and fetch candles from the by one the ladies come up, showing nearest farm-house, and the shore is only their several dispositions in the way in a few hundred yards distant.
which they accept this new misfortune, Guy and the boys and I row off. It but generally good-tempered, and disis growing very dark. By the time we posed to make the best of it. find a landing-place, it is difficult to see We get breakfast, though the hamany thing. We stumble over slippery pers are getting alarmingly empty, and rocks covered with seaweed for the we have no milk for our coffee. tide is down and then climb a very “There's plenty of hard bread and bushy bank covered with thistles, which salt junk,” says the skipper,
6 when prick painfully. Finally we reach the these provisions give out.” road, and see a light glimmering half a I remember with satisfaction that the mile off, for which we steer. We find shore is accessible. a cottage by the roadside, where we are After breakfast we all row ashore, fortunately able to raise a few tallow and wander round for awhile to change dips, with which we regain the shore. the scene, but it is wet, and every thing
Leaving the others to make the prep- is sogged with mist, so that it is poor arations for the night, I row out to fun; and we go back to the yacht, and the Hurricane, guided by the voices of sit about in rather a melancholy man- . the ladies singing. They are admiring ner, until some blessed benefactor-I the phosphorescence of the water, which think it was Lasella-produces a pack is gleaming and glowing like a sea of of cards, and we go below and console fire. Every dip of the oar scatters a ourselves until noon. shower of glittering sparks. The jelly- We become so much absorbed in our fish sail along, like floating flames, upon rubbers, that we forget our circumthe surface of the waves
stances, till we are recalled to a sense of them by a noise on deck and a rat- “When you can't hoist her up, belay tling of the anchor-chain.
your peak, and haul away on your I go up, and find that the fog has throat;” and to this moment I can't lifted and the wind is rising, and gray, understand why Bob was told to “take heavy clouds are drifting rapidly across
a bite of the rope.” the heavens, while the black water is Flirtina holds the helm manfully, and, crested with foaming white waves. being brave and strong, does her work
" It will blow fresh, I think,” says the well. Two points to round, and we skipper, as he begins to loosen the damp shall be in our own cove. The skipper sails, and calls out to the boys to heave looks grave, but undismayed. up the anchor.
We scud before the wind, with sails It does blow fresh. There is a stiff close down. The cabin is well drenchsoutheast wind, and the tide is ebbing, ed with water, but we have no time for which makes a swell in the bay-a pumping. Ten minutes more, and we very ugly swell.
catch sight of our own buoy and the A gloom settles upon some members beloved shore beyond. We are running of the party.
The swell increases. hard for our moorings, the skipper at One or two of the ladies go below. I the helm once more. Guy and Jack are smoke my pipe. Guy doesn't mind it. in the bow, with the hook ready to He and Flirtina are having a gay con- catch the buoy as they pass. The skipversation. I wonder that I could ever per puts the helm down one point too have joked.
far. Jack makes a lunge at the ring, The skipper goes down, and reappears but misses it. in an oil-skin suit and hat.
“ It has gone under the keel!” cries “It is getting squally," he says. “It Guy, in a voice heard above the roar is going to rain."
of the wind and the whistling of the It does rain. I can't go below in my ropes. He has missed the buoy! present state of mind. I stay up, and We are driving straight upon the am wet through. It blows fresher. shore. Before us rises the cliff in a
“ We shall have a bad gale of wind," perpendicular, jagged wall, with points says the skipper, “but we shall get of cruel rocks running out directly in home ahead of it;” and he has the sails reefed down.
The skipper's lips grow perfectly The yacht careens fearfully, and the white. He crams the helm hard down, deck, what with the water from the sea and cries, in a voice that is fearful, and the rain from the sky, is not much “All hands to the main-sheet, for better than a bath-tub. I wish I had not come.
Every body pulls. The wind resists There is an awful crash-an objurga- with forty horse-power. Each muscle tion from the skipper. One of the is strained to the utmost. The boys shrouds has parted. I should like to tumble up the companion-way and haul
in on the slack. Flirtina looks a little pale.
16 Shall I There is a moment of awful suspense; take the helm ?" she asks.
then the sheet shortens, the sail shivers, The skipper gives it into her hands, the boom approaches. One more tregoes forward with Guy, sends the boys mendous pull, and we all topple down below, and rigs some kind of a support one upon the other, like a row of nineto the mast with the halyards.
pins; the great sail swings over with I am able to be of some use, if the a loud bang, the Hurricane turns her directions do not become too compli- head in obedience to the helm, and we cated, and if the lines are not called by are saved ! We pass the sharp rock on bewildering names; but you must ad- the extremity of the point, so near that mit that, in a moment of excitement, it we could have touched it with an oar, is a little confusing to hear a man say, but we escape it fairly.
your lives ! "