The daily gazette., 1874-09-08

this land by means Of steam. Steam
might be profitably used to break the
ground, to NOW or reap the crops, to
thresh the grain and to dig the bitches,
to say nothing Of cutting the timber,
saving the fire wood and lumber, and
many other matters that it might be
made perform as readily as horse or OK
power.
After an enjoyable day we returned to
our friends the fishermen, expecting to
find them equally pleased with their sue
cess, 10 our surprise they were weary
and disheartened, having had, as they ex-
pressed it, no luck at all, and ready to go
home at once. We persuaded them to
wait until morning, good sleep might
do them good. We had seen no mosqui-
toes in our rambles over the uplands, per-
haps We were outside the mosquito fim-
its. Tomorrow we would set sail for the
oy ster beds and the Bay trout. We re-
mained all night. We don't like to say
anything about the mosquitoes. 1t kind
OF riles us to think of them. We believe
we would all have been carried off bodily
had all the mosquitoes been of one mind
and worked harmoniously. But as they
pulled different ways they just seemed to
tear us up in little pieces, singing, as it
seemed, requiem over the grave of
every little bit-which was anything but
cheerful.
Morning came at last, and as it came
we left; left with n feeling of pity in our
hearts for the mosquitoe troubles of the
grand peach kings of the Appoquini-
mink: We vote that the mosquitoes are
sufficient cause to justify rebellion in the
SUBJECTS OF their ma ajesties-notwith-
standing we know the rule to be mild and
the rewards generous.
Lightly danced our little craft over the
waves, and the spirits of the party were
exhilerated with the buoyant motion.
WHITTIER shall we goP'' demands tho
captain" ''Wheresoever the winds will
faster carry lis" replied the crew. So
away we sped towards the oyster beds
across the bay which is here some fifteen
| miles in width. In mid channel we sail
ed under the bows of the steamer India
ma, helpless upon q shoal. What mon
ster she looked with her putting clouds of
smoke! And what an atom were we
with our topmost reaching not half way
to her deck But if we were not too
tall neither were we SO deep, and We
could sail on safely where she dared not
venture. On to Bayside, the present
terminus of Jay Gould's intended Air
Line between New York and Washington
Bayside is at the mouth of Stowe river,
here over one hundred yards wide and OF
sufficient depth to float O man of war
with all her armament. Here the rail
road seems to have come, for the present
at least, to a sad ending, as Stowe creek
is only next to nowhere. Instead of
crossing the bay to Bombay Hook, oppo-
site, the road has run itself into chance
ry, and for all we see may remain there.
The harbor is good. An outlet has been
cut into the bay at great expense. Two
steamers have been built to carry whole
trains across the bay. Wharves are
erected and a fortune is lying idle in the
machinery which is here already falling
into decay.
At Cohansey Light, q half dozen miles
beyond, we find in the keeper, Mr..
Reeves, the man made for his response
low, active, big-hearted and an excellent
sailor.
We explained to him that we were
greenhorns looking for oyster-beds in
order to fish for trout. He lost no time
in idle ceremonies, but furnished us
with q net, set us to fishing for soft crabs
for bait, and in a half hour was leading
lis away in a little shell of q boat to the
fishing grounds, all equipped for bust
lose patience if the fish did not bite
freely at first, as the hest fishing was on
the turn of the tide.
That parting advice was lucky, else
we would never have seen the scale of n
trout. As it was we gave patience Sc
we're trial in the half hour in which we
never got bite. The captain wis about
voting the trout fishing a humbug, just
as we had found the fishing elsewhere.
He was ready to hoist sail and turn the
prov of the Brownie homeward. So
were we all-but wait moment, the
captain feels u bite. A vigorous pull
brings up wriggling toad-fish, which is
greeted with a round of merriment.
Did you ever see toad-fsh? 1t is an
ugly customer with body between an
ordinary fish and q toad, and head al
most as large as the body, of which two
thirds seems to be mouth. But toad
unfortunate was hurled overheard two
great trout were handed in the boat.
From this time the sport was exciting.
Almost as soon as the hook touched the
water it was seized by great fish which
would instantly dart away with it like
flash of light Sometimes two fine fel-
lows, weighing from a pound to pound
to o pound and q half each would be
pulled up on the same line ut once. For
the next half hour our four lines togeth-
er averaged at least four pounds the min
ute, when the sport ceased as suddenly
as it began.
But it did not cease too soon. Our
hands were torn with the line, our arms
weary-neither of which We're felt until
after the fishing was over.
Now let us collect and count our catch
One hundred and thirty eight trout!
Pretty well for half hours fishing
We lay them carefully in the ice-chest--
some Of them still alive-hoist our sail,
and this time in earnest turn our prov
up stream. A fresh south wind gives us
promise of making before sunset the fif-
ty-odd miles that stretch their watery
lengths between us and home. The
gruff voice of our captain seemed soften
ed and musical as it expands in song
over the water, and three other voices
Join in the chorus of
"Home, Sweet Home"