The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1885-10-01

the jib Sheets" learned what the word busy
meant. | never before knew that piece of rope
was endowed with intelligence. l always locke
att as an inanimate object, but when 1 would & o
forward that particular bit Of rope would be lying
there as peaceful as plaster of Paris Sammy at
prayer, when all of sudden 1t would make a
spring, and take one or two turns around my port
leg, and hurry me across the deck at a speed that
my years do not usually allow me to attain, and
would find myself about to go over the side, when
it would let go my leg and lay out on the deck as
still as if it had not moved since came on board.
| had often seen rope walk, but never thought
it was quite so lively The Pilgrim is as staunch
as any of its old namesakes. and she can sail any
where you point her. if there is breeze. She will
sail close up in the wind, and little the other side
of it If anything, and when there is spanking
breeze she would put her lee rail under that
everything would be under water but her keel, and
you could walk around on the side of the cabin and
hang your hat mp on the floor. Anybody who does
not enjoy the water don't want to strike up friend
ship with yacht, for it is strictly water bird, but
if one does enjoy being on the water and has
stomach that is not liable to mutiny, and get the
owner into trouble, there are few sports more en-
joyable than yachting To sit and feel the little
boat spin through the water, the waves dancing by
and the yacht leaping oyer them, the white sails
bagging out, and the mast bending and the boom
creaking, and the vessel keeling under the
force of the wind till the rail IS Under, and it seems
as if the next minute deck and all would be cover.
ed and then to her right and shake her sails,
and seem to laugh to think how near she seemed to
capsizng, and then gather again like race horse,
and plunge ahead, the spray flying, and you pull
your hat down over your head till 1t looks as If you
had putt on with Spite driver and you take hold Of
whatever you can reach with hang toit grip, and
she tips through the water and heels over and you
think if the bottom should drop out what wet and
inexpensive funeral you would have, and the Capt.
yells out "look out" and you give your head an
Episcopal duck Just in time save being unroofed
by the boom II Is sort of sport where there does
not seem to be any work, and yet after sailing all
day with good breeze, you feel at night if you
had wheeled Jumbo up Mt. Washington, but you
are all ready the next day for another dose | find
that can get nowhere that my fame has not pre-
coded me. made a call In company with our Local
on lady at one of the Islands. After an introduc-
ton, she said at Is rather funny, but was think
Ing of you to-day" OF course | naturally felt a
little battered that an entire stranger should be
thinking Of me, and said, "Ah!" "Yes," she said,
81 was making soap, and could not help thinking
of our George don't know why, unless It was
because there was so much lye in lit"
have been from our cruise long enough to let my
ideas crystalline, and | am satisfied that like
| yachting, and any one wanting a good, faithful,
quick, ure-footed man, who has experience, to
tend jib sheet, pun anchor short. and com
mand kerosene stove, may address for a few
weeks, OUR GEORGE.