New-York daily tribune., 1858-11-17
Netu3lprk DAILY Gribn,re
4 SIMMER Cruise on HE COAST OF
NEU-ENGLAND...M.
cor,ropderce q The y. Y. Tiblae.

The little harbor Of Pigeon Cove, where We an-
clored about dark on Thursday, July IL, s hAe
the neighboring harbor of ROckport, partly ar,i-
fcsl, being protected from the ocean by high
granite wall. II was filed with vessels. mostly
fishing schooners, of from fifty 10 q hundred tuns,
manned each by ten or twelve men. They had
| taken refuge here from tie fog. aud were waiting
| impsten.ly for breath of wind TO enable them TO
get away. Most OF them were from Gloucester
and Swampscoii though there We're q few from
| from the south shore, aud one or t~o from Pro-
! vincetOwD.
While We were rowing the vessel into port, the
pilot had boiled the big lobster, and made tea. So
We had supper immediately on coming to anchor
After supper the Assyrian, protesting that in con-
siderston Of the fog, the lobster, and hard work
at the oar, our stom, jacks needed and deserved
q little something 10 strengthen lhem volunteered
to concoct general cocktail. He produced his
bottle Of strong biiters, which be kept carefully
tucked away in S corner of bis BERTH IL was
nearly empty. Still there WAS enough TO Jay the
foundation Of a cocktail in each of the SIX tum-
blers which stood i'll row before him
on the cabin table The dark-rtd fluid
was carefully drained to the last drop. Recording
the empty bottle, the Assyrian, forgetting that we
were not out at sea, flung it through the cabin door
with such force that it fell smash on the deck OF
vessel astern of ns causing gruit shout OF,
Halo, what are you at thereN The skipper,
who was always properly tenacious OF the proprie-
ties of sea life stepped on deck for moment to
explain 10 our neighbors that the missile was uni-
tentionally sent in their direction. The Assyrian,
intent only on his cocktails grssped large stone
Jug which stood conveniently st hand in a recess
near the head of his berth. He elevated it in a
peculiar way that he had prded himself on, which
brought the body of the jug to rest in the hollow
of his extended arm. | heard him mutter as he
felt its weight, that the whisky held out well, If
the btters had given ont AT this moment the Pro-
fessor, who was seated at the opposite end OF the
table drew our solitary lamp toward him to light
his cigar. The Assyrian, not seeing very well
what be was about, decanted pretty large allow
ance into each glass and putting in little water.
handed tho tumblers around and requested us to
drink" Confusion to the fog and success to the
- last Of the cocktails
We drank: and then followed general splut-
tering and splitting forth. accompanied by ener
getic requests to the Assyran to know what on
earth he had made the cocktails of That gentle
man himself had swallowed copious draught and
was exhibiting alarming symptoms OF strangula
ton. As soon a. he could speak, he produced the
Jug and held it up for inspection. The skipper
burst INTO roar Of laughter. why, that is the
burning fluid jug; filled the lamp from it just be-
fore supper and put the jug there so as to have it
handy"
Handy it was" said the Assyrian with Il
groan-'' il has spoiled our cocktails, and for aught
! know. poisoned us. But what have you done
with the whisky ~
THE whisky is all gone" replied the skipper,
land put the empty jug in the fore peak, where
nsed to keep the burning fluid"
well WELL" said the Assyran, what il swal-
lowed, is swallowed. There is an end to cocktails.
But must have something to dilute this confounded
camphene in my stomach, or l shall die of spOnta-
neous combustion. There is a box of caret in the
fore peak skipper; get out couple of bottles, and
LET US wash down the abomination. Keep your
mouth away from that lamp, s." addressing the
Professor, who was reghting his cigar; if your
breath comes in contact with the fame, you will
certainly explode and We shall have another dread
full burning-huid accident"
The skipper produced the claret, and the
night was warm and still, We adjourned from the
cabin to the deck. II was very dark The soft.
white fog enyelopej us like vail, through which
we could dimy discern the sea.wall of the harbor
looking, as it loomed In the haze, Like some huge
castle, or Like
"the fsr-faIne: hold
Piled by the hinds Of ssnis
For sod!ke kings Of old"
We could see vaguely the outlines of the thronged
vessels around US, and that was all. Everything
was weird and mystic and spectral in aspect All
around us We're Voices but not man was visible
We felt like those in the Arabian story, who, in
the enchanted forest, heard many but saw no one
Talking and laughter on every side showed that the
hundreds Of fishermen in the harbor we're like
selves. on deck enjoying the mildness of the
night.
AS the evening wore away We slipped our claret,
smoked cur cigars, and chatted over the events OF
the past and the projects for the future listened
dreamily 10 the laughter and the talk that came
gayly out Of the darkness. At length there was a
momentary silence. Ii was brokea by u song. A
rich deep, n anly voice from the Venus schooner
that lay some distance sstern of MS, sung IN iine
| style poetic. sentimental song elegantly worded
and full OF simple, terder sentiment. / cannot
recall the lines, but it expressed the longing Of
sailor for his home for the scenes of his childhood,
for the peace and innocence Of rural hie, for his
mother and sisters, for the waving woods and grss-
sy fowery fields. Ii was long. and was sung
slowly and distinctly, with perfect taste and pro-
priety Of pronunciation. The most entire silence
prevailed. Not a sound broke the universal hush
of attention, save the low ripple Of the tide pouring
through the narrow entrance of the port. A. the
song closed there all instant's pause. and then
there resoundcd at once over the harbor the vehe-
ment clspping of hundreds of hard hands. II was
very striking-this imultaneous and hearty ap-
plause from an invisible audience, shrouded in
darkness and mist.
Presently some one on the other side Of the har-
bcr began song which our pilot said was called
Cape Ann" IL seemed to have no meaning. or
if any, a mystical one like - the House that
Jack built" Ii began
". hunted and haoea, sai ihe fret ding til find,
"ss ban Il the meadow, and ttst We lef behind 90.
l.ooA ye there
The only allusion to Cape Ann that caught my
ear was:
W. hunted a9a W. tsoed and tie hing we IL I'D