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RECREATION. 



swell was still rolling in from the East, and 

 within half an hour the weather bureau had 

 ordered up Southeast storm signals, un- 

 known to us, of course. The wind switched 

 back in the same old quarter, and gradually 

 increased in force. About that time the 

 captain of the life-saving station was re- 

 marking to our deserter that we were 

 catching it, and we were. We were then 

 abreast of Sandusky, and could have made 

 shelter there, but we kept right along and 

 stayed out all day. Late in the afternoon, 

 just before we reached Lorain, we took a 

 header into an extra large comber, which 

 tore off our bow light, fastened with screws 

 and electric light wires to the cabin roof; 

 also washed overboard our large anchor, 

 and 175 feet of heavy cable. We put into 

 Lorain and called it a day. When inside 

 the river, the captain of a gasoline launch 

 twice the size of ours wanted to know if 

 we came down the lake. He had started 



out in the morning and put back, and laid 

 there all day; but when we told him we had 

 been outside all day he immediately started 

 for Cleveland. 



The next 2 days we were dodging squalls 

 and thunderstorms, and hustling from port 

 to port whenever we could get a chance. 

 Storm signals were up at every station, and 

 we were on the anxious seat every minute. 



We caught one good day for rounding the 

 peninsula at Erie, and ran 15 hours that day 

 without stopping the engine a minute. This 

 took us back to Dunkirk, only 40 miles 

 from home. That 40 miles was made with- 

 out any chance of shelter, on a threatening 

 day, a heavy sea following, and a strong 

 gale broke shortly after we slid in behind 

 the breakwater at Buffalo, with the satis- 

 faction and pleasure of having successfully 

 navigated our launch on the longest open 

 water cruise made up to that time by any 

 of the Buffalo fleet. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY U. C. WANNfR. 



IN BAD COMPANY. 



One of the 2d Prize Winners in Recreation's 9th Annual Photo Competition. 

 Made with a Pony Premo Camera. 



Mrs. Smith — I'd like to sell yon a ticket, 

 sir. We're getting up a raffle for a poor 

 sailor. 



Mr. Krusty — Not to mc. I shouldn't 

 know what to do with a sailor if I should 

 win him. — Exchange. 



