Forest and Stream 
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NEW YORK, SATURDAY, JULY i, 1911. 
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VOL. LXXVII—No. 1. 
I No. 127 Franklin St., New York. 
A FOOTLOG BRIDGE. 
A GLIMPSE OF MOUNTAIN PEAKS THROUGH THE FOG. 
From photographs by John D. White. 
A Week’s Cruise on Puget Sound 
By M. PELTON WHITE 
4, ®T|THAT you girls need”—as usual my 
\\ brother glanced at his wife for ap¬ 
proval—-"is a complete change.” 
“You girls” had reference to a jolly little 
black-eyed chum of mine and myself. We had 
been visiting in Seattle with my brother and 
his wife for a week; that is, we had slept under 
their roof and breakfasted with them. Further 
than that the visit had not progressed, for it 
was the year of the Alas®-Yukon-Pacific Ex¬ 
position, and that had claimed us from the tips 
of our willow plumes down to the blisters on 
the bottoms of our feet. 
We had done the usual gushing over views 
and fruits and flowers and buildings; listened 
to lectures and concerts; gazed at exhibits of 
art, industries, natural resources, and the dear 
Lord only knows what, till every sense had been 
crammed to the point of stupefaction—even taste, 
for food demonstrators had begged us to sam¬ 
ple, and we had not the courage—or was it in¬ 
clination—to pass them by. Small wonder that 
we suffered from “that fair headache.” 
“What did you do yesterday?” my sister-in- 
law demanded. 
“ I he Pay Streak,” my chum answered, first 
glancing at her memorandum, which she had 
dubbed “The First Aid to Memory.” 
“1 hose villages,” she continued as soon as she 
had found the right date, “are so instructive. 
You know I mean the Japanese, Indian and Igor- 
rote.” 
"How about joy wheels, human laundries and 
foolish houses?” insinuated my brother slyly. 
Not caring to be reminded of the previous 
day’s embarrassments, I ignored his banter, in¬ 
quiring : “What sort of a change would you 
suggest ?” 
“The Yatchet is in fine trim. Could you enjoy 
a week’s cruise on Puget Sound?” 
Could we! Was there ever such a foolish 
question ? 
Necessary articles were hurriedly packed, and 
in a few hours we were bobbing over coaxing, 
dimpling waters toward a 2Q-foot launch which 
my brother ca'led an auxiliary, whatever that 
means. Anyway, it had an engine that worked, 
and a boom whose only use seemed to be that 
of a clothes stick for hanging dripping bathing 
suits on, or an obstacle to crack your head 
against every time you entered the trunk cabin. 
As the tender drew alongside, we clambered to 
her deck, glistening white with fresh paint. Up 
came the anchor. “Put-put-put-put” spattered 
the engine and away we went, cutting breeze 
and wave, dodging pleasure boats and fishing 
craft, threading in and out between ocean liners 
and many masted freighters bearing foreign 
flags. We passed Uncle Sam’s gray men-o-f- 
war anchored peacefully in the harbor, and as 
we passed, the stars and stripes of our own 
LTnited States took toll of fluttering kerchiefs. 
Such an afternoon! Overhead great banks 
of white clouds, Apol.o's herd, roamed lazily in 
cerulean pastures; beneath the cutting keel the 
emerald sea was frosted thick with diamonds 
and all around the salty winds caressed and 
freshened. We ran over to Bremerton to in¬ 
spect a big vessel that was in file drydock, under¬ 
going repairs, then on to Agate Passage, our 
anchorage for the night. 
Down went the mud hook. The aroma of 
boiling coffee—the Yatchet possessed a gasolene 
plate—and the fragrance of the nearby pines 
whetted our already ravenous appetites. The 
meal over, a dog would have starved on the 
crumbs that fell from our table. We made haste 
to row ashore that we might enjoy a glimpse of 
the beach ere day was done. 
“Do you girls want to help me dig clams in 
the morning?” asked my brother. “Low tide at 
5 o’clock.” 
We did not care anything about the tide, but 
dam digging—think of it! Nectar and chowder 
that was not tinned! It would not have made 
any difference if the hour had been 2 a. m., we 
would have jumped at the chance to excavate 
for those delicious bivalves, as we proved to my 
relative by our frequent inquiries during the 
night as to whether it was time to get up. 
