AT SEA IN A 20-FOOTER. 



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mainsail, made it slow work beating up 

 against wind and tide. At one time we 

 were struck by a squall and had to let go 

 the sheet for a minute. 



At noon we got into Westport, which is 

 a tiny harbor, but thoroughly protected. We 

 went alongside a wharf, to repair damages, 

 piled some large rocks on the stern of the 

 boat, so the bow was well out of the water, 

 and found that the wire bobstay had bro- 

 ken, leaving the 2 ends intact, with the 

 turnbuckle. We got some stout wire and 

 made it as strong as ever. We were well 

 treated by some of the residents of that 

 place, who helped us all they could, one 

 man riding 3 miles on his wheel to get us 

 some wire. As it was blowing hard and 

 there was a nasty sea on, we decided to stay 

 one night at Westport. I did some fishing, 

 with indifferent luck, and after an early 

 supper we walked along the beach to West- 

 port, 3 miles away, a quaint, old fashioned 

 village. The mosquitoes were bad and we 

 were glad to get on board again, as they 

 never troubled us much on the Luella, the 

 atmosphere probably being a bit too smoky 

 for them, what with an oil stove and 3 

 strong pipes. 



At 5 o'clock the next morning we made 

 our way out of the harbor, standing out to 

 sea clear of the reefs. The wind was light, 

 and although ahead was sufficiently on the 

 bow to allow us to make leg for the light- 

 house, which we were just able to weather 

 without coming about. We passed a large 

 steam fishing boat and were interested to 

 see the crew fishing. A man up in the 



mast sights a shoal of fish, then the boats 

 cast a net around them and the crew haul 

 in. We saw about 20 of these steam fish- 

 ing boats around Newport, which was then 

 coming into full view. We stood over 

 toward Point Judith. The wind was fresh- 

 ening and a nasty sea getting up. We 

 passed Narragansett Pier and at 2 p. m. were 

 off Point Judith, where we caught the full 

 force of both the sea and the wind. We kept 

 at it 2 hours, but could make little head- 

 way, catching the wind when on the top of 

 a wave and when in the trough of the sea 

 getting none at all ; so we went about and 

 headed for Newport. We then had wind 

 and tide with us and went at a great pace. 



When off Narragansett Pier we noticed a 

 schooner moored behind a breakwater and 

 concluded that where she could go we 

 could ; so we stood in and went through a 

 narrow entrance into a little harbor about 

 200 feet square. Soon after we went in, 

 the schooner was towed out. There were 

 3 fishing boats of about our own size 

 in there. We spent the rest of the day do- 

 ing Narragansett Pier. The next morning 

 the weather was worse and the breakers 

 were dashing right across the mouth of the 

 harbor, making it impossible for us to get 

 out. 



As my time was up I was unable to con- 

 tinue my water trip to New York, and had 

 to return overland ; but I had thoroughly 

 enjoyed my vacation and felt braced up to 

 contend with the rest of the summer in a 

 place that shall be nameless, but is only one 

 degree removed from Hades. 



MUCH IN LITTLE. 



DR. C. B. ALBRIGHT. 



Never has my barque been cast 

 On mighty rivers rushing fast ; 

 Nor have I stood on mountain height 

 Where lonely eagles rest their flight. 

 I have not been upon the shore 

 And heard the mighty ocean roar; 

 Nor have I ever lived to see 

 The desert's wide monotony. 



But well I know the inland lake, 

 Where bass and trout the waters break ; 

 The woodland filled with song and flowers, 

 Where breezes whisper 'mongst the bowers. 

 The hills, the brooks, the meadows free — 

 I'm born for them — they're born for me. 



