A Trip to the Farallones, 



and' banged about by the wind and 

 waves. As we neared the shore, how- 

 ever, we stood off on another tack 

 which eased the motion, and, as the 

 sun came out of the fog, we emerged 

 from our dark hole to find the blue 

 water sparkling and dancing about us. 

 Ere long we had crossed the bar and 

 sailed merrily over the bay to our moor- 

 ings at Fisherman's Wharf, feeling that 

 we had added a new experience to our 

 lives and had gained a peep into another 

 of nature's wonderful treasure houses. 



