July 7, 1906.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
Biidgton, Maine, and ihe knockabout Aspinquid, 
owned by Channing Williams, of Jamaica Plain, 
Mass., to F. E. Gabot, of Milton, Mass. 
The gasolene launch Kasagi, owned by.George 
E. Hills, of Boston, has been chartered to R. M. 
Saltonstall, of Boston. The Kasagi is equipped 
with two 30-horse power standard gasolene en¬ 
gines. _ 
The Ideal and the Real. 
Notes of a Cruise to Acadie. 
BY B. H. W. 
The Ideal. 
As the bow most tightly strung needs most 
the occasional relief from the warping tension 
of its cord, if it is to retain for long the greatest 
force of its elastic recoil; so the man who puts 
the greatest enthusiasm, the greatest energy and 
the greatest thought into his work needs most 
the period of relaxation, appreciating and enjoy¬ 
ing it most fully when he gets it. 
The same warm glow of spring that wakes the 
arbutus and the violet wakes the old-time yearn¬ 
ing, the heritage of long-forgotten centuries when 
our forebears hunted the cave bear and the great 
elk; that atavistic principle that lies deep in the 
soul of every man—the love of nature and of 
the wilderness. And as the spring passes and 
the summer sun shines more warmly the feeling 
grows and spreads and deepens, and then- 
In the clear, cool dawn you are looking across 
the waters of that still northern lake, where the 
ghostly trunks of the. white birch are mirrored 
with the dark branches of the pointed fir, and 
the only sign of human existence is the thin blue 
line rising from your camp-fire, or the birch 
canoe drawn up and waiting. 
It matters little whether your lure reaches the 
trout or the small-mouthed bass, or whether the 
crack of your rifle is often heard, for the mystic 
spell of the wilderness- holds you fast. If you 
are a true lover, nature is a mistress who never 
deceives. Clasped in her arms you drink in with 
every breath joy and health and life. 
“Ycu see the beaver busied; 
You watch the black-tail mating; 
You lie alone to hear the wild goose cry; 
You work the -chosen waters where the ouananiche 
are waiting. 
Or the sea trout’s jumping crazy for the fly. 
You smell wood smoke at twilight; 
You hear the birch log burning; 
Ycu learn to read the noises of the night. 
Aye! Follow, you who linger, 
For I know your hearts are turning, 
To the camps of proved deshe and known delight.” 
Or it may be that your inclination draws you 
to the fascination of the wide sea, and in your 
little bark, known almost as you know yourself, 
and with a trusted companion you brave the un¬ 
certainties, the gray mists, the calms and the 
sudden tempests of the open ocean. At one time 
you glide along under sunny skies, at another 
fight your way over the gray-green ridges, the 
pastures of the white horses, where 
“In tumbling mountains with the wind 
The shivering sea runs dully white, 
And dizzy valleys drift behind, 
Agleam with dusky light; 
And far along the windy lea 
You watch with rapture unconfined, 
The shadowy glories of the night 
Upon the storming sea.” 
Do you remember Van Dyke’s “Lullaby to a 
Fisherman’s Child’’ and the time when it seemed 
written just for you? 
“Come to anchor, little Boatie, 
Here’s the harbor wide and deep, 
Where the dreaming tides in-streaming 
Up the channel creep. 
See the sunset wind is dying. 
Hark, the plover landward flying 
Softly down the twilight, crying, 
‘Come to anchor, little Boatie, 
In the port of sleep.’ ” 
And it seems that your eyes have hardly closed 
when you are waked by the clink of a windlass 
pawl as a fisherman begins to get his anchor. In 
the east a pale gray rose shows the coming of 
dawn. Overhead the stars still shine in a cloud¬ 
less dome, and little ripples run from the north 
over the smooth water. 
The fleet is waking up. There is the rattle of 
chain, the chirp of blocks as sails slowly rise, 
and from somewhere the faint fragrance of old 
Mocha. With sails like wings outspread you 
glide from the calm circle of the port to the 
heaving roll of the open ocean. The tide is low, 
and the rounded swell runs swift and smooth as 
oil until it breaks and crashes into foam on the 
black, weed-covered rocky fangs that guard on 
either hand the harbor’s mouth. In the East the 
glow deepens. Red, orange, azure and purple 
above the sharp cut line of the horizon, silver- 
flecked with flame below, burn sky and sea until 
the sun comes swiftly up and day has begun. A 
couple of small black whales', like huge porpoises, 
swim with soft blowings. In the far northwest 
the peaks of mighty mountains stand clear in the 
soft morning light* West and south curves the 
green, level line of coast, and seaward rises the 
tall, dark tower of an off-shore light. 
Choose which picture you will, the land or the 
sea, the lowland or the mountain, for there is for 
each his wished-for goal. 
“There’s for one the white sail swelling 
And the ripple round the bow; 
And for one the creak of snowshoes on the crust, 
And for one the lakeside vigil where the bull moose 
meets the cow; 
And for one the mule-train coughing through the dust.” 
However the call may come to you, heed it. It 
will bring to you health and vigor and memories 
sweet as the breath of spring. It will teach you 
quick decision, self-reliance, fortitude, persever¬ 
ance. You will take up your work again with an 
energy and a pleasure that will repay you a 
hundredfold for the days—that some count lost— 
when you were far from the haunts of men. And 
when at work again remember 
“It is not rank, nor birth,-nor state; 
It is get up and get, that makes men great.” 
The Real. 
To some of the readers of Forest and Stream 
Istar is known. To the others it may be well to 
explain that she is a strongly built keel yawl 41ft. 
over all. 29ft. waterline, 10ft. breadth and 6ft. 
draft. She is rigged with double headsail and 
carries a topsail on a pole mast. There is 6ft. of 
head room in her main cabin, where there are 
two berths. Forward is a roomy galley and toilet 
room, and in the bow a berth for a man. Aft, in 
the steerage, is a berth to starboard and closets 
to port. Istar is a comfortable, able cruiser, pos¬ 
sibly a little underrigged for light winds, and was 
built by the Greenport Basin & Construction Co., 
of Greenport, N. Y. The skipper carried on this 
cruise a sailor man, appropriately named Sea- 
bury, and three friends—a lawyer, a physician 
and a midshipman. This made the cabin a bit 
too crowded for comfort. After the three left 
the ship at Winter Harbor on the return trip 
their places were taken by two of the skipper’s 
daughters, who sailed down the coast, around 
Cape Cod and home. The distance sailed on the 
cruise was 1,353 nautical miles. 
It wa's toward the close of a beautiful summer 
afternoon that Istar, favored by a light air from 
the N., glided by the gas buoy marking the end 
of the long reef that, stretching like a protecting 
arm from Gardner’s Island, guards the bay from 
the heave that comes in by Montauk from the 
ocean. As she drew out from the shelter of the 
land, the rounded hillocks sliding ever under, 
lifted her with an easy rocking motion. By sun¬ 
set three of the party preferred to watch the 
waning glories of the western sky rather than 
to face the fine steak that was waiting below, and 
a little later, regardless of the promise of the 
night, silently crept into their bunks. 
The light northerly air held, with occasional 
streaks of calm, all through a perfect moonlight 
night, and, yielding to its fascination, the skipper 
sent his man below and sailed her alone across 
the wide stretch between Block Island and the 
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