THE FOURTH OF JULY 1 



our northern board. The Fourth dawns rather foggy, but it 

 soon yields to the sun's rays and a good breeze which bowls 

 us along toward the Cape. An elaborate celebration of the 

 day is planned, but only the poem is finally rendered, due 

 probably to increased sea which the brisk breeze raises inca- 

 pacitating several of the actors for their assigned parts. The 

 poem, by the late editor of '91's "BUGLE," is worthy of preser- 

 vation, but would hardly be understood unless our whole 

 crowd were present to indicate by their roars the good points 

 in it. 



At night our constant follower, the fog, shuts in, and the 

 captain steering off the Cape, we lay by, jumping and rolling 

 in a northeast sea, waiting for daylight to assist us to Cape 

 Canso Harbor and the Little Ant. About six next morning 

 we form one of a fleet of five or six sail passing the striped 

 lighthouse on Cranberry Island, and with a rush go through 

 the narrow passage lined with rocks and crowded with fisher- 

 men. Out into the fog of Chedebucto Bay we soon pass and 

 in the fog we remain, getting but a glimpse of the shore now 

 and then, till we reach Port Hawkesbury. 



JONA. P. ClLLEY, JR. 



