Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1876-07-06
ADRIFT.

EARLY III March grandma had writ
ten: 1.-The old house seems large
| and empty, and | long for the sound
! Of young voices. You must be sure to
come with the flowers and stay all
summer. SO when spring had come
and gone, we knew that June was car
peting the hills and valleys of PARKWAY
Maine with her greenest velvet, and
that quaint old York, by the sea, was
looking her fairest.
We numbered five, as we filed into
the car on that second day of June
Uncle Frank, Aunt Amy, Fred. Wal
ter and [. Three days of car-riding
made us welcome the coach as a de-
lightful change, and the boys clam
bered to the outside seat to enjoy the
air and get the first glimpse of grand
ma 5 roof. After a ride of an hour
and half up hills and through val
leys, over the stoniest roads you ever
saw, we entered the shade of an or
| chard-llned street, heard merry shout
from Fred and Walter and knew we
were at our journeys end. [ hope
you all have grandmas, and that they
ale as sweet and lovely as Grandma
Seabury. I could almost wish they all
lived III Y Ork, but | suppose there are
other places in the world as pleasant.
am going to pass over the first days
of our visit, and tell you what happened
one bright Wednesday. Capt Norwood
owned a yacht, the Zephyr, and one
| day he came in to grandma's to say
| that he had arranged little party to
go to the Shoals, and wouldn't Frank,
| Amy (fOr they were old schOolmates).
and Miss Nelly-turning to me-like
taste of Old Briny, and a scramble over
the rocks of AppledOre? To be sure
| they would; so, when the sun lifted
himself fresh and bright from the
ocean that Wednesday morning he
was hailed with delight by one member
of the party. The boys were to stay
Will SIE'llotI1'O dIIu AuIIG Lay OEu 10
''keep the CASTLE However, they
might 90 down to the old wharf at
1.-the Harbor'' to see us off.
"Mightn't we come down here and
fish, father?" asked Fled.
"Certainly, only don't leave the
wharf that is, don't get q boat till |
come back
The boys promised, and We're full of
the fish they were to catch.
I'D most as lief stay here and fish
as to go with them; wouldn't you,
Fred?' said Walter, as they stood
watching the graceful Zephyr getting
under way.
-es,-that isl don't know.
Oh, but tell you, Walt, wait till I'm
| eighteen, then won't I-O-o-0Or'
and Fred snatched his hat from his
| curly head and waved it as an imagi-
nary good-by to the shores of his native
| land; for to be sailor was his greatest
desire. 1t was now a little after eight
o'clock, and as the tide was running
out and the wind off shore, the Ze-
phyr made good Roadway, and, round
ing prOmOntory, was soon out of
sight.
The boys slowly climbed the steep
hill which lay between the wharf and
the road leading back to the village
for this queer old town is large, and
has a number of little villages in it,
one, two, and three miles apart.
Grandma house was near the post
| Office, and that was mile from the
harbor. Gaining the summit, they
turned and looked seward There
was the Zephyr Swimming the waves
like gull. Fred drew long breath.
Come on" said Walt, Eve must
dig our bait
Digging the bait was rather slow
work-at least the finding of it was.
declarew exclaimed Fred, COM
ing III for drink and one of grandma's
cookies, 4 don't believe there's a
worm on the place; [ can't find any,
and I've been hunting this hour
Then grandma told them where to
dig, and at last they had their tin box
full But by the time they had their
tishlngtackle in order dinner was ready.
An early dinner, for [ knew you
wouldn't want to wait, and I didn't
want you to go off without it," said
grandma. Then, just as they were
starting, she gave them a basket with
a lunch. You'll be hungry before you