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protected beach, comes up to it broadside at hi^^h 

 tide and makes fast by means of hawsers and 

 kedges both bow and stern. A long gangphmk 

 is run out and extended to the s{)ot from which 

 the sand is dug. Men fill broad and capacious 

 wheelbarrows and run them up to the deck of the 

 vessel, where they dump the loose sand into the 

 hold. ''It is the heaviest cargo there is," said 

 Captain Charley, "and very dead; bricks are live 

 in comparison." 



Sanders ply their vocation in winter as well as 

 summer. With a fair wind they can make Bos- 

 ton in seven hours. Captain Charley left Bos- 

 ton on Christmas in 1917 and did not get back 

 until the middle of March. For most of the 

 time he was frozen up. ''Why anybody wants 

 to visit the beach and sand hills I can't see," said 

 the Captain. "If I didn't have to, I wouldn't 

 stay there longer than one minute." ^ 



1 Alas ! the Edivard S. Eveleth has found a grave in the 

 sand and the flowing sea. On an October day in 1922, after 

 she had been filled with sand, a heavy sea, rolling around 

 the point of the dunes, rushed over her decks, and she turned 

 on her beam ends at the edge of the beach. Each tide 

 sucked her deeper into the sand. But it is far better that she 

 ended her days thus than that she sank at sea with loss of life. 



