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HITTING vs. MISSING. 
By S. T. Hammond (“Shadow”). Cloth. Price, $1.00. 
Mr. Hammond enjoys among his field companions the 
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THREE HARBORS. 
Concluded from page 586. 
Numerous farms will replenish the larder, and 
the farmers are delightful conversationalists. 
One informed me proudly that the place was a 
great resort for yachtsmen, stating that twenty- 
four yachts visited there the previous summer. 
Seeking to quiz him, I asked if he meant all at 
one time, but a fleet of twenty-four yachts was 
beyond the wildest flights of his imagination. 
He told me that a certain steam yacht, over a 
hundred feet in length, made a stop there every 
season. As the chart shows at least 16 feet all 
the way through the Ovens’ Mouth, I presume 
that fairly large craft could enter if easily 
handled. 
It is 9[4 miles from the Ovens to Griffith’s 
Head at the mouth of the Sheepscott, but in go¬ 
ing out a pleasant diversion is to run down 
through Townsend’s Gut, a charming little 
passage, as narrow, and bordered with as many 
cottages, as a suburban street. It can only be 
negotiated with a fair tide, and is crossed by a 
drawbridge. It is a decided short cut if you 
are making for Boothbay Harbor, and saves 2 
miles when bound to the eastward. 
I shall never forget my first entrance to Seal 
Bay. We had come across from Camden in a 
freshening southerly breeze and. while running 
through beautiful Fox Thoroughfare, tied a reef 
in the mainsail. That not proving to be enough, 
we lowered away the mizzen and shifted to 
storm jib, thus reducing Sassoon’s canvas as 
much as I have ever been compelled to do. 
Passing Goose Rocks Light, we hauled on the 
wind and had a magnificent sail to Winter 
Harbor (Vinal Haven Island), where we pinned 
in our sheets for the thrash to windward into 
the anchorage. The shores are bold—running 
from 60 to 140 feet high—so the flaws came 
screaming out of the entrance with the speed 
and weight of “perishable freight’’ trains. They 
came from all directions, too, so that just as we 
were tacking they would take us aback with a 
terrific slam. I had to be guided entirely by a 
friend’s description of the place and my memory 
of the chart, for it was a fight to get in and 
to consult a chart then was an utter impossi¬ 
bility. A puff would hit 11s like a bolt from the 
blue, coming over the cliffs above us with no 
warning, and the Sass would go down, down 
until green water poured into the cockpit. Then 
she would wrench to her feet again and spring 
ahead like a horse under the lash after stumb¬ 
ling. Rapid fire tacks carried us in by the Hen 
Islands (both to port), where vve put the helm 
hard-a-starboard and pinched in between the 
inner Hen and Long islands, keeping close to 
the former to avoid some bad ledges; the 
channel is a scant 30 yards wide in places, and 
the steep, wooded shores make it seem very 
much narrower. Passing two small islands, we 
held along, intending to beat up the bay to an 
anchorage, northwest of Hay Island, but the 
“williwaws” were too much for us, so we 
anchored where the chart shows 11 fathoms, 
meanwhile having crossed a hole that carries 
21 fathoms. 
Seal Bay is tin the East Penobscot, about op¬ 
posite the northern end of Isle au Haut. The 
easterly side of the entrance is marked by Bluff 
Head, an island whose summit rises 80 feet 
above the water and which looks like a part 
of the main island when seen from outside. In 
the bay are sixteen islands, thirteen small coves 
and numerous ledges. The current runs with 
considerable strength and it is advisable to lie 
to bow and stern anchors. There are three 
farmhouses on the easterly shore, which is 
cleared and tilled. The rest of the bay is closed 
in, apparently, by virgin forest. _ Strawberries 
grow in great profusion on the islands, and. if 
of mischievous disposition, you can have great 
larks chasing sheep. Here it was that a friend 
once pursued and caught a sheep, and in the 
ensuing struggle they both fell over a 15-foot 
cliff, locked in each others arms (so to speak). 
One of them was killed—but I won’t say which. 
In a farmhouse in Deep Cove we found de¬ 
lightfully hospitable people who gave us liber¬ 
ally of their harvests and filled our water tanks. 
