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connection with one of these frolics, which is worthy of 

 repetition. 



The morning fixed for the frolic proved a very blustering 

 one, and when it blows on Breydon Water navigation is 

 no joke, especially in one of the old style of boats, with 

 their straight, deep sterns, cut-away bows and mass of 

 deadwood for'ard. Well, to get along with the yarn. The 

 Mayor and city dignitaries arrived, the banks were thronged 

 with people, the waters were crowded with craft of all kinds, 



and the band was 

 duly moored in the 

 most conspicuous 

 position just off the 

 course, in a boat 

 gaudily got up in 

 the usual style. 



During the first 

 race for the big 

 yachts, the wind 

 was blowing half a 

 gale and the band 

 was compelled to 

 play for all they 

 were worth to 

 make themselves 

 heard at all. Whilst 

 they were thus straining at their instruments, one of the 

 larger yachts, which was over-canvassed, got the upper 

 hand of her helmsman and ran away. Despite all the 

 efforts of her crew she touched the mud and instantly 

 shot up into the wind, running stem on into the band- 

 boat, upsetting her and precipitating the musician crew into 

 the water. 



Great commotion ensued and a number of boats put off' to 

 the rescue, but the most ludicrous sight of all was to see the 

 big drum sailing merrily away to leeward, towards the " Dicky 

 works," over the Breydon Flats, with a ship's boat and a 



THE "MARS. 



