Connecticut western news., 1874-08-21


 of late; at anyrate it is not often country teen members, as follows:
 Mr. s. N. Jenks, Leader; and Messrs F. Dakin, Vim James, D. Gager, H. Bis sell, F. White, Dwight Eggleston, H. 0. Rowley, c, H. Rowley, L. Van Alstyne, Geo. Bump, II. Lloyd and Willie White, as members. Aside from the band the follow ing named gentlemen encamped with them more or less of the time: E. Eggleston, Wm. Jenks, Geo. Capron, Col. Knapp, Harry Hamlin, Chas. Rhyson, E. Rowley. c. Abels, M. Whitney, and, some of them said, last but not least, Jack, the dog. May these people, whom a superabundance of cheerfulness and general good nature so eXcellently adapt for making success of just such an excursion as they treated themselves to lest week, live to enjoy to- gether many more of the same sort.
 Cruise of the Nautilus Club"-On Monday, Aug. 3rd. 1874, at 1.30 P. M., the staunch schooner Julia A. Tate might have been seen dividing the waters of Bridgeport harbor, outward bound, while from her deck rang out three cheers, given with will by the members of the Nautilus club there gathered. Yes there they were, the literary man, weeried with the thankless task ot pleasing an exacting and capricious public; the pale clerk, whose cheek has blanched over the day book and ledger :: 1 of whose daily life flesh has yielded. These side by side with robust artisans and sturdy farmers, whose bronzed brows speak of the sunheams caress, make up the list of pas- sengers. They are gathered from various towns in several states. The choice selec- tions from their diverse localities. This IS rare :ime The literateur has laid aside bis pen and stilled the surging of his mighty brain. He rests while the eager public waits. Away says the office man, with the ponderous looks of commerce; let me snuff the oceans briny breath and feel the wild struggle of the glrny blue fish safely hooked; let the cheek redden and the nose peel under the suns ardent rays; what care for external beauty so long as I feel the glad pulsations of health in every vein and draw in life with inc wild, free breezes ot the Atlantic, That start was glorious. Every man felt the freedom of boyhood. and every heart under the blue shirts beat ln merry unison with the dancing waves glltteriDg in the sunshine A fair wind car ried us rapidly on, and at about nine o'clock the rattling of the anchor chain told us that we rode safely in the best harbor of the continent-New London. Twenty-eight passengers and crew of five must eat, so next morning the first business was the lav- ing in of stores, then up anchor and away for Montauk Point, past Race R ock, where light house is being built We stopped at the fishing ground near the Point, but were not very successful, so off we went for Block Island, where we anchored at S.3o in the evening and went on shore to engage pilot to the cod fishes home and to pre- pare ourselves for dropping them line.
 We went en masse to the large and fine hotel opened for its first season, and there sweled the U. s. revenue in telling our friends where we were, on postal cards. Who shall tell of the bright eyes and win hing smiles found at this sea girt island, or ot the reluctance with which we obeyed the summons, All hands to the boats ?- Next morning saw us early on our way to the fishing ground. The wind was heavy off shore and not at all favorable for our business. The largest cod weighed IS 1-2 pounds, and one could easily count all we caught. Having used our new lines and blistered our hands hauling them in and let tlng them run out again, q mean the lines. } we left our lines and went to Newport Eu pds8ent l must mention the fin back whale who kindly interviewed us and sailed his majestic 60 feet of length and allowed his fountain to play quite near our boat. To see whale is worth a fit of sea sickness or the sutfocating otions which flood the soul at the mournful remembrance of Jo- nah's fate.
 On Thursday morning, having reached | Newport in the night we came on deck and saw around us the Boston yacht fleet at anchor. To our left was tue city and to l our right drowned Fort Adams. There, in that little white house on a point of rock lives the heroine of Newport, Ida Lewis, now keeper of the light house. This day is devoted to clam bake at Rocky Point. fifteen miles up toward Providence. We went, saw and conquered! Alas for the clans! A deck of shells formed citadel around each plate when we finished. 1850 people ste clans with us in dining room 3oOx2O feet. Oh! poor clans! Toward night we took the ocean drive, admired the elegant villas, stood on the bank and let the wild waves talk to us, and felt as happy as though we owned villas, drive, waves and all Such is the all embracing elasticity of juvenile comprehensiveness Selah! We were fairly out of the bay at about seven o'clock on Friday morning, and at I2. 30 went foaming into Holmes Hole, Martha's Vineyard, with every stitch drawing, hay ing made the run of 55 miles in little more than five hours. Now must say word about that sail. It was simply grand. Wind exactly astern, and every sail set; we went surging through tho waters of the old ocean, rising and falling with the long swell; the waves dashing from the prov; and all in silence; no hiss of steam or clank of machinery, but quietly gliding on to the goal. Every man felt the subtle en- chantment of the scene, and as we gazed out over the tossing waters whose further shore we saw not, how the importance of him who thinks the rustic cackle of his burgh, the murmur of the world, shrank and dwindled as he recognized how infini- tessimal an atom he really was in the great world of matter Holmes, Hnlo ic tho nr,lxr |