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deserves a warm word of tribute. There are two chefs 

 who revel in producing dishes peculiar to the Cape 

 and Island — dishes which are at once enticing, nour- 

 ishing and appetizing. Some of their productions 

 defy my power to describe; but I will long hold 

 recollections of their huge bowl of delicious, stewed 

 scallops, their quahog stews, quahog pies, quahog frit- 

 ters, clam chowders, steamed clams, boiled clams, 

 fresh boiled cod, fish balls with the accompaniment of 

 thin slices of raw Bermuda onions, fresh cucumbers, 

 the finest of butter, Java coffee, and water that would 

 make any city-bred man's heart thump with joy if he 

 ever got a taste of it. Did our gastronomic quarters 

 have any difficulty in accommodating such a crowd of 

 delicacies ? INTo, not a bit. Thanks to a ravenous ap- 

 petite and a good digestion to wait on it, we found a 

 stomach for them all. Nor did they stir up any mid- 

 night regrets. Think of that, " O ye of little faith " 

 in the virtue of outdoor sports. Think of it, nor won- 

 der that when we turned into our bunks sweet sleep 

 at once embraced us — sleep without bromides or hop- 

 pillows or any other soporific spur — sleep that bore us 

 through the roar of the surf and the rattle of Jove's 

 artillery, until Alonzo, the guide, awoke us with a 

 knock and his customary warning : " Gentlemen, gen- 

 tlemen, the tide's aflowin' in ! " 



