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deck to see passengers taken aboard. The wind blew 

 furiously, and the deck was deserted with the excep- 

 tion of a bridal couple, whom we had seen three times 

 before, — meeting them as we went to Belfast, and again 

 driving off the island as we drove on. They were on the 

 wharf at one of the places we touched at Frenchman's 

 Bay, and here they were again, having retraced their 

 steps, the bridegroom told us, to take the sail along the 

 coast once more, because his wife enjoyed it so much. 

 The fog, however, was no respecter of persons, and, 

 brides or not brides, we were all doomed to the same 

 fate ; an afternoon sail with nothing to be seen but our- 

 selves, and a rolling and tossing that called forth ominous 

 prophecies from pessimistic passengers. We are glad 

 we indulged to the utmost in optimistic hopes, for that 

 was all there was bright about it. 



At Rockland we changed boats, and gladly, feeling 

 that somehow the change of boats would change the 

 atmosphere and still the restless waters. When our bags 

 and wraps were deposited in our stateroom, we went 

 down to see Jerry. Any misgivings we had indulged in 

 as to his state of mind were dispelled when we went 

 towards him with the oats. He was all right surely. 



We went out on deck, but how the wind did blow! 

 And the rolling, creaking and groaning increased as we 

 went out to sea. More than once it seemed as if the boat 

 fell from our feet, and left us standing amid air. One by 

 one the passengers disappeared, and among the last 

 stragglers, we took refuge in our stateroom. There was 

 no inclination for preliminaries. We threw our hats on 

 the upper berth, and camped down for the night's enter- 



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