New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-09-08

zee alec the people snd TO get drink Of water for our
supply Of that element the Helen bad grown to 10
somewhat stale, and the day was warm sLd our ak
on Jaquiss Lad htssed Us a LITTLE
The view we found magnificent The psopls-su
that were a; home-cCn.istod Of two young ladies',
both ba'efooted, and the Oldest, handsome healthy
frank looking gil of eighteen thereaboats arfsyed
In dress dstepded by a single hop, taken probably.
as the Artist suggested, from old barrel. The
second dsmst several years younger than her sister,
w1 reading, when we entered. volume which
proved to be Robinson CrusOs not inappropriate book
Tor such sitps.ion.
They received us cordially, AID tie youngest girl
ran for water to the well, which stood at come dis
ance from the house and was worked by an oldfash-
Ioued sweep. We sat down aud had little chat with
she elder girl, whose manners were good, and her
Language excellent. She bad visited the maialaud,
had cnce Travelled even far Boston bat main
tail cd yer, justly that she had econ no place so beau
ful as her native island. She seemed folly to sppre-
cae the romantic natural loneliness Of her hons, aud
ialkd with discrimination of all the characteristics Of
the scenery.
Bidding adieu to these dsmsels, we walked through
grove of stately pines and then through cultivated
6elds on the road toward the store. Shortly after
passing the grove we met, at the top Of long hill
bevy Of children comiog home from school. We
stopped them-and after they had answered some in
quries Ga to the road the Assyran pulled out qusn
ty Of coppers which had been burning his pockets
since he left Portland and with impressive gravity dis
,ributed them among the urchiGs.
The effect Of this doLat was prodigious. Appa-
rendy 30 much money had never before been seen on
Bailey Island. The barefooted recipients, after one
saRtr and amazed glance at their acquisitions, smuta
oeously broke into a run, and as we watched them
scudcing down the long hiI we uld see one after
another darling into the lanes which led to their re-
spective NEE each aoxous to display his treasures to
The sdmiring eyes of his family.
pretty long walk brought us to the store, near
which was the house of tn, Principal Inbsbitan Of the
Island, reired captaio, renowned for bis wealth
and maeuifoenos, of whom We bad heard much from
our female friends at the farmhouse. His abode
surrounded by ap le aud the Principal Inbabitsnt
himself was standing in font Of it; and we paid him
respects in passing and endeavored to enter into
converts tion bot found il rather difficult. lie would
DOT answer question directly, and spoke with most
sxsspsrating slownees. He had be.des, queer habit
of always turning bis back to US when he said aUy-
hing. We tried TO circumver him in this, by dividing
our forces and surrounding him but he was not SO
EASILY bafIled He walked to bic garden fence, and,
getting over placed bio back against it, and thus
tipued the conversation in his old attitude.
We got litle out of him, however, except some Jack
Bunsby opinions about the cult ,tion Of appletrees
AID the assurance given after slow and circumspect
observation of the sky, that thunderstorm WAS
coming up and Il at it would probably rain within a.
hour. As our own meteorological observations cor
,otoratd this prophecy, turned our backs on the
back Of the Principal nbsbtant and proceeded to the
stcre.
1t was a square wooden building, painted white on
o3e side red on another, blue third, and yellow
on fourth, and contained lite apparently, of every
thing on the earth or beneath the earth. We made
purchases under the scrutiny of three or four Of
tire islanders, who eyed atteutively, in profound
silence evidently much perpsxed to reconcile our red
shirts and fsh-saiDed trowsers with something in our
appearance and speech that not exactly in con-
gruity with such garb. The Assyrian, whose long
walk had made him droutby drew the sorekeeper aside
from these spectators and asked if he had anything to
drink. The answer was decided negative-nothlng
of the kind was to be had on the island
We departed with realizing sense OF the efficiency
of the Maine law, and made the best of our way 10
sunset. The thunderstorm had begun, and the rain
was already falling. We were very tired and hungry,
aud anxious to get on board the Helen whose sidge
mast and graceful hull visible in the middle OF
the harbor. We hailed her, and after shouting for
some time we ss v the Skipper come on oeck. He re-
Piled to our hail but the distance such that his
answer was unintelligble, and could make nothing
of his ee.culatons. We could see, however, thattne
dory was abeent from the loop aud no one but the
Skipper appeared on deck could easily conjecture that
the Professor had gone on one of those unmey exPs-
ditions to which he was addicted, and had taken the
Pilot with him.
Here was predcament. But there was no help
for it, We lighted our cigars, and, tired as we were,
peced up and down the beach to keep ourselves warm
for it Was raining hard and the air had, become chilly
At len 9Th, as it was growing dark we dmly saw at
the mouth of the cove the returning boat. Ii gre"
dark go fast that we lost sight Of her before abe gained
the sloop but after the Professor got on board, the
Skipper took the place Of the Pilot and guided by our
shouts, came for Us.
In explanation of the absence Of the boat he said tue
Professor had been " scowbanging'- term new to
u.s. 1t meant that az the Helen sailed into the Mack
erel Cove she parsed school of the fish from which
the hArbcr derives its name, and the Professor who
was peculiarly fond of mackere fishing had taken the
Eliot and the doy as the soop came to anchor
and had gone In pursuit-the chase Of mackerel with
boat being called by the fishermen, scow-banging
They bad caught plenty and by we got on board
and lad changed our wet clothes for dry cnes the Po'
placed on the suppertable hesp Of delicious broil'd
msckerel We fell to with avidiiy, but the Assyrian
turned with disdain from the mug OF tea which the
Skipper Get before him.
"Skipper," he said, 81 am wet to the boneS-noth-
log will dry me but whisky. Let us have some lem
oDsde." 9
The Skipper opened the locker in which the lemons
were X, ut, and after rummaging for some time, do