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ting, the boat would certainly be destroyed. T got down into the fore- 

 hold and pulled tlu i hatch shut, where, though very wet. it was quite 

 comfortable out of the sweep of the wind, and there lay for an hour 

 or more. Presently there was a shout and, putting my head 

 out of the hatch 1 found a row boat, half full of water and manned 

 by a couple of darkies. My crew had called to the shore and 

 these men had put off, well up the harbor, come down with the 

 run of the sea and wind and got alongside. \Ye bailed out the 

 boat as well as possible, I climbed into its stern, and we started off 

 before the wind and sea toward the Hat rocks on shore. There a 

 dozen or so of friendly negroes waded into the water up to their 

 waists, grabbed the boat, hauled her up on the Hat rocks and I stepped 

 out. Of course my first thought was for my crew, who were out in 

 the boat, with no food, not much clothing and thoroughly wet. and 

 without waiting to shift my drenched clothes I got word to the white 

 owner of the boat to send them an anchor, with food and drink also at 

 my expense. This imitation of a man came down to the harbor, looked 

 out at his boat, concluded there was no hope of saving her, and did 

 nothing whatever. My crew stayed on that boat without food and 

 thoroughly chilled until three o'clock in the morning, when the gale 

 moderated, they were able to land, and after getting dry clothes and 

 a cup of coffee came over to tell me the story. 1'eing pretty thorough- 

 ly indignant. T started out to find that man and tell him my opinion 

 of him but, perhaps fortunately, could not then find him and my 

 anger had time to coo! down before I saw him again. 



The bothers during this winter were not by any means confined 

 to fishing. Photography has always been a pet occupation of mine, 

 and during the last year I had taken up photographic portraiture and 

 become greatly interested in it. My trunk contained a large kodak 

 with an especially fine lens, a number of rolls of film, and a new metal 

 tripod bought for use on this particular trip, the wooden ones not 

 being trusted. This tripod broke a leg short off the first day it was 

 used. None can be got in Nassau, nor could it be repaired there, and 

 over a month passed before it could be replaced by a new one from 

 the north. A\ ithin the first ten days the shutter of my camera began 

 to act badly and soon broke down entirely. So shutter and lens had 

 to be taken oft. sent north to be repaired, and were not returned to- 

 me for nearly six weeks. Xo films of the size necessary can be pur- 

 chased in Xassau. and orders sent to the north seemed to meet with 



