August, 1920 
FOREST AND STREAM 
467 
“Oh look at the crabs,” said Tom as 
one of the boys came in with a big basket 
of those delicious critters on his arm. 
Right then and there an exchange was 
made to the entire satisfaction of all 
parties concerned and “fried soft-shell 
crabs” was written on the menu. 
We stayed till along toward evening 
and, after making arrangements with one 
of the boys who had a car to take our 
stuff up to the railroad station in the 
morning, we leisurely strolled back, by 
a short cut through the dunes, to camp. 
The boys were nowhere in sight, but 
evidehce of some forethought on their 
part was discernible. A good stack of 
wood had been piled up for a night fire 
and a pile of cut lengths was all ready 
for the cook. 
Much pleased, I began supper prepara- j 
tions — I soon had the chowder steaming j 
merrily, the soft-shell crabs and a ‘fillet j 
of fluke” sputtering, while creamed spbds j 
and coffee added their appetizing odors to j 
the atmosphere. I was somewhat worried 
lest the boys would tarry too long at 
whatever was occupying them but they 
hove into sight in a little while around 
the bend and were evidently fagged out. 
Upon seeing me bent over the fire, how- 
ever, they took on speed and were, in a 
very few minutes, swarming over that 
feed like half starved wolves. I don’t 
believe anyone said a word till the last 
crumb vanished. 
A FTER dinner, and clean up, we dug 
up our clams and went down the 
beach a ways to a new hole; the 
boys were too tired to care very much 
whether they fished or not — oh, yes, they 
were good sports and did try to keep 
awake, but their tramping had tired 
them; they were very full of supper and 
the fast descending gloom of evening, the 
soothing roar of the breakers and the 
purr of the receding waves upon the 
pebbles shortly proved too much for them. 
Their rods soon dropped from their 
hands; they leaned against each other 
more and more and nodded in slumber. 
I sat in huge content, puffing away on 
my cherished old briar (ye gods, will they 
ever dare to take that away) musing on 
this and that and happy to the brim. 
Rousing myself at last, I knocked my 
pipe against my heel, stuck my rod into 
the sand, lugged the boys to their tents 
and threw them in like so many duffle 
bags. A protesting grunt or two and 
they were deep in sleep. 
I was soon back at my fishing, but this 
night proved uneventful — I caught a few 
croakers, a couple of skates and an occa- 
sional weak fish, but they were small 
and I was tired, too, so I soon gave it 
up. I was glad that I had taken that 
channel bass, though, the night before. 
After another pipe and a drink of 
water I dove into my own tent feeling 
that the trip had been a huge success. 
The youngsters had had a wonderful and 
healthy outing anyway and that was 
enough; besides I had taken my channel 
bass and I was satisfied. I drew my 
blanket up and slowly the stars, dimly 
seen through my mosquito bar, grew 
fainter, more and more distant became 
the roar of the breakers and in a minute 
or two I was again taking giant bass — 
in my dreams. 
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