CHAPTER II. 



AGASSIZ AND PENIKESE. 



Buzzards Bay! What a glorious mingling of land 

 and water! Well worthy its illustrious discoverer, 

 the famous Bartholomew Gosnold. In fact, both our 

 little Penikese, and its larger neighbor, Cutty Hunk, 

 have contended successively for the distinguished 

 title of "Gosnold's Hat." Adown the broad bosom 

 of this bay we glide. The passengers crowd the 

 prow and stern of our small craft, to drink in the de- 

 licious draughts of cool, fresh air, that fan the cheek 

 into fairly blushing at itself as it tells, so plainly to 

 all around, its secret joy at this occasion: and this is 

 the group most of whom are to bear me company, 

 during a willing summer exile, in an enterprise which 

 is to unite professor and pupil, heart to heart and 

 hand in hand; hearts devoted, and hands ever ready, 

 to do the work which the Master shall assign them. 



Our sail to Penikese was a very pleasant one, and 

 now mark our surprise: As we approach the wharf, 

 there stood Professor Agassiz himself, who had thus 

 anticipated our arrival, with beaming face, ready to 

 welcome us; and his warm, enthusiastic shake of the 

 hand, and gentle, winning words, which were ever 

 new and fresh to each one, sent a glad thrill through 

 each heart. How proud he looked. How like the 

 kind, benignant father to us all that he indeed was. 



After the handshakings, he lead the way, up the 

 old lane or cartpath, to the place of meeting. There 

 all seated themselves save Professor Agassiz, he 

 alone remained standing. What a sight! What a 



