210 Recreations of a Sportsman 



the school, boats were running in every direc- 

 tion. Up to this time the water had been as 

 smooth as glass the deep blue of the ocean 

 seemed to be covered with oil but suddenly a 

 heavy swell began to roll in and from far away 

 came a strange churning sound. 



" It 's all off," said Bill, pointing seaward. 

 " The wind 's comin'." 



Turning I saw, a mile away, a line of foam, 

 like a tidal wave. It was the " trade " wind 

 that blows every day on this coast, coming in 

 and converting the smooth bay into a seething 

 caldron. So I reeled in, Bill broke out the sail, 

 trimmed aft the sheet, and presently with all 

 the fleet w r e were headed for port in half a gale. 

 For those who angled for pleasure alone, the 

 sport was at an end for that day at least. 



