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considered and a very early start recommended if 

 we wanted to meet the seven A.M. at Falmouth. 



Those of us who elected to go were up at day- 

 break for our first voyage in the Shag, a fishing 

 boat which I had hired at Falmouth with her crew 

 - Captain Vinnicombe and his brother Frank. 

 I am not nautical enough to describe her rig but 

 I have, fortunately, the power of calling in photo- 

 graphy to my aid and can give you a picture of her. 



She travelled well that early morning and we 

 all enjoyed the nine-mile sail that took us to meet 

 the travellers, who wore a sleepy look that caused 

 me to ask : " Did you get much sleep ? " 



"Sleep! Look at us. But we'll tell you all 

 about our journey down, dad, when we get on 

 board." 



It was a glorious morning and the breeze was 

 just sufficient to show our little craft off to advan- 

 tage ; when clear of the bay her full sheets gave 

 her a list, and such speed as made her captain 

 smilingly look to the new-comers' faces to see 

 what they thought of her. 



In the meantime the mate who was cook, and 

 every other needed man in turn, had prepared 

 a breakfast which was much enjoyed in spite of 

 difficulties with restless cups and plates. 



When the meal was finished both my sons 

 expressed willingness to tell of their journey down 

 but the younger of the two seemed the fuller of 

 the strange doings of the night they had passed 

 through and, from his recital, I think it probable 

 he will do the journey now and then in dreamland. 

 This is his description of it : 



"The difference between our present happy 



