A SEASIDE GARDEN 245 



between the cottage and the sea, a figure coming up the 

 sand bar, that runs northward and at low water shows 

 a smooth stretch a mile in length, caught my eye. 

 Laboriously but persistently it came along; next I saw 

 by the legs that it was a man, a moment later that he 

 was lugging a large basket and that a potato fork pro- 

 truded from under one arm, and finally that it was none 

 other than Martin Cortright, who had been hoeing dili- 

 gently in the sand and mud for a couple of hours, that 

 his guests might have the most delectable of all suppers, 

 steamed clams, fresh from the water, the condition 

 alone under which they may be eaten sans peur et sans 

 reproche! 



