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water of the inlet without any trouble, and were 

 soon at rest on the peaceful bosom of the bay. 



The yacht was soon anchored over against Jesse 

 Smith's, another of the queer summer resorts that 

 have grown up along the bay shores to meet the 

 needs of the people during the blazing months of 

 our hot weather, a species of country restaurant 

 having no accommodations for boarders, but with 

 cooking not inferior in results, if in science, to that 

 of the most famous city places. There the Superin- 

 tendent, who is of a social turn, spent his evening 

 so effectually that the yacht was not only under- 

 way the next morning, but half up the bay bef oro 

 he left his bunk. The Commissioner had made up 

 his mind that another good sniping day had 

 arrived, and was bound for the shooting ground 

 once more. When they reached his favorite spot 

 they soon discovered, that as usual, there were no 

 snipe, and the Superintendent was forced to fall 

 back upon his love of experiment. He wandered 

 over the beach and took a look at tho ocean, he 

 climbed the sand hills or dunes, that the sea in its 

 winter storms throws up, he pulled up plants, 

 collected berries, and gathered strange flowers, and 

 finally dug a hole in the sand a few yards from the 

 bay and tasted the water that came up in it, pro- 

 nouncing it not good, but six degrees colder than 

 the bay water and quite drinkable. " There," he 

 said, bringing some in a cup to the Commissioner, 

 who was patiently waiting in the blind for that 

 " flight " to begin which he had expected for so 



