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RECREATION. 



Highland light, and the wireless station at 



3 p. m. We stood in close to Nausett, as 

 we had thoughts of putting in there for the 

 night. However, the entrance to the har- 

 bor, if such it can be called, looked too 

 risky, so we stood out to sea again. We 

 had been warned at Provincetown that 

 Nausett was a poor place to make unless 

 acquainted with the coast. While off Nau- 

 sett we were hailed through a megaphone 

 from the life-saving station and told to look 

 out for the bar that ran out about 2 miles 

 from Chatham. It was then almost dark, 

 and we signalled back as well as we could 

 with a lantern that we understood. 



We were then about 4 miles off Chatham. 

 It was a glorious night, with a full moon. 

 There was a light breeze ahead, but we still 

 had the assistance of the tide. As we were 

 going to carry on all night, we decided to 

 go on watches. I stayed at the wheel until 

 12 o'clock and then Wells came on. We 

 had the regular Government charts, so were 

 easily able to find our way, picking up the 

 various lights as they came. Still it kept 

 us busy all night locating whistle buoys and 

 lights as we passed them and setting a 

 course for the next. We went through sev- 

 eral tide rips, which are alarming in ap- 

 pearance, as they look like breakers, and 

 we could hear them roaring a long way off. 



I turned in at 1 a. m., and when I awoke 

 the following morning we were just enter- 

 ing the harbor of Hyannis, having made 

 the trip from Provincetown in 24 hours. 

 The distance being about 80 miles, this was 

 not remarkable time, but considering the 

 weather it was not bad. In the harbor we 

 passed the Mayflower, a large schooner 

 yacht. We anchored close into a little pier 

 that ran out about 100 yards and after 

 breakfast I went ashore to fill our water 

 bottles and buy grub. 



We decided to stay a day in Hyannis, so ' 

 we went outside the breakwater and fished, 

 but it was far from exciting. Toward even- 

 ing the weather grew stormy and wet. We 

 put back to our former anchorage, but 

 found that we were on a lea shore, with a 

 nasty sea running. We put out both an- 

 chors and prepared to make the best of it, 

 but as it was impossible to cook, we had to 

 content ourselves with a cold supper. Just 

 before dark Wells went out on the bow- 

 sprit to see how things were and came back 

 with the news that our hawser was nearly 

 chafed through with rubbing against the 

 bobstay, so he tied it up with a lot of can- 

 vas and small rope; not a pleasant job, as 

 every now and then a large wave gave him 

 a complete ducking. We took turns at 

 keeping watch, but sleep was almost out of 

 the question, as the boat pitched furiously. 

 L. kept watch until midnight and I until 



4 a. m., when the weather cleared and we 

 all got a little sleep. 



At 6 a. m. we were getting breakfast. The 

 weather was still squally, but evidently on 

 the mend. An old fisherman came out to 

 know how we ■ had weathered, and he 

 seemed surprised when we told him we had 

 come from Boston and were bound for 

 New York. 



We left at 7.30 a. m. and had a good reach 

 to the Vineyard sound. Meanwhile the sun 

 came out and again we had a chance to dry 

 our clothes and blankets. At 11 o'clock we 

 entered the Vineyard sound and, the tide 

 still with us, we went past Woods Holl 

 and Tarpaulin Cove. We had figured on 

 making one of those places for the night, 

 but we decided to try for Cuttyhunk. We 

 had the choice of 3 passages to Buzzard's 

 bay, and chose the middle one, which is the 

 widest. We went through it like a shot out 

 of a gun, with a fa ; r wind and tide, but as 

 soon as we were in Buzzard's bay we had 

 a 4-mile beat dead to windward to make 

 Cuttyhunk. That we did at 6 p. m. After 

 supper we went ashore in search of fresh 

 provisions and water. Cuttyhunk is a quaint 

 little island at the end of the Vineyard 

 sound. It is almost joined to the next is- 

 land by a strip of beach with just a narrow 

 channel through, and along this beach are 

 innumerable wrecks. Cuttyhunk is hilly and 

 rocky, and apparently is not much culti- 

 vated. 



I was awakened the next morning by. 

 Layton, asking what we would have for 

 breakfast. We had to humor Layton. We 

 said politely, "Ham and eggs for a change," 

 and tried to look as if we had had anything 

 else on the trip. After breakfast we stood 

 out to sea, intending to make Newport. 

 We had a strong head wind and a nasty 

 sea. After beating out as far as the Hen 

 and Chickens lightship we decided we could 

 not make Newport that day, so returned 

 to Cuttyhunk harbor, where we spent the 

 rest of the day, roaming over the island 

 and picking strawberries, which abounded. 

 Several other boats put into the harbor for 

 shelter during the afternoon, and when we 

 returned to the Luella for supper we found 

 quite a fleet around us. 



We made an early start the next morn- 

 ing, and although the wind was still in our 

 teeth we made fair headway. When 6 

 miles from Westport we suddenly felt a 

 jar, as if we had struck something, and on 

 going forward found that we had carried 

 away our bobstay and the bowsprit had 

 sprung up 6 inches from the deck. This 

 meant that we had to reduce our sail and 

 make for the nearest harbor, which was 

 Westport, 6 miles to windward. There 

 was a high sea running and the channel 

 is narrow, with sunken reefs on both 

 sides, over which the sea was break- 

 ing heavily. Our accident, which compelled 

 us to take in the headsail and reef the 



