Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1891-09-17

promised to behave very properly. AS
we drove on, my spirits rose and | sug-
gested that we go to Kempton's Point
for few minutes. Here the coast is
even more rocky than at Seaconuet.
We walked out on the cliff to listen to
the laundering of the breakers as they
crash against their jagged sides. A little
way oil the rocks are lower and lie in
broken piles. Every nook and rock has
a name. There is Long rock, Slant rock,
Bass rock and Granny Carr's Bedroom.
we stayed until the waning sun told us
1t was time to go home. Far up Seacon-
net river, over the Island of Rhode Island
few silvery clouds were drifting slowly
across great masses of gold and crimson
sunset clouds, while over the ocean the
sky was deep blue, shading darker and
deeper, and the new moon smiled serene
ly over ALL The old fashioned house
where | was stopping was on the top Of
little knoll and commanded fine view
up the river, the island of Rhode Island,
all around Satwest Point and beach and
all along the southern shore of Little
Compton, making, in all, more than %
miles of sea-coast. There is also good
view of West Island, which was owned
by Chester A. Arthur and his club. The
revolving lighthouse with its three flash
OF red and one of white, adds to the
scene.
Morning came, but with it the fog and
the beautiful view that | had so long an
ticipated for their enjoyment was COM
pletely cut off. OF course everybody COM
pletelyoutdid everybody else in exclama-
lions of disappointment at the breakfast
table, and when $ Uncle'' Judyer Little
suggest that he harness Nancy into
the lumber wagon and take the entire
family over the farm and down TO The
shore we accepted anything as a refuge.
A fog near the ocean is wet, so wet that
you need gossamer, rubbers and umbrella.
Well, we .jolted slowly across the broad,
open fields, over which are scattered
numberless hen-hOuses, that have made
this town famous for poultry raising,
while ''Uncle" Judyer told stories. Only
few trees scattered over the field stand
the fury of the storms and these all bend
southwark. The storms keep enough
salt on the trunk of one tree in a pasture
to prevent the farmers from being obliged
to salt any animals pastured there.
have often brushed off the white powder
on my finger.
"Not man or woman for miles
around; not even boat in sight" said
Will as we neared the edge of the steep,
rocky bank.
Eyes, there is" Mollie answered.
" See, there is a ship coming up from the
ocean,"
The boat proved to be good-sized
vessel and as she came nearer we mag
ined it came from some foreign port.
The men on deck seemed to be eagerly
watching for some sort of salute. SO
the gentlemen waved their hats and the
ladies their handkerchiefs. Instantly
they caught up and waved the stars and
stripes, and fired an answering salute.
Uncle" Judyer had a mischievous
grandson, whom he left in charge of
Nancy, the large white farm horse, while |
we all clambered down the bank to pick
up shells and pebbles along the beach.
Suddenly, above the roaring of the surf,
we heard Nancy backing and Jamie
screaming. Looking up we saw the
lumber wagon coming over the edge of |
the cliff, puiiing Nancy after it.
We ran from all directions, screaming
Justify but on she came, and before any
one could collect himself to catch the
reins, was backing over the great boulders
into the sucking undertow of the river.
She was finally rescued by Will who
found her legs much bruised and sprained
by the fall. Jamie got good scolding
from Uncle Judyer for playing with the
horse. The excitement was over and in
short time we jolted homeward
OF course Jamie was taken sick at the
last minute before we started out for the
clambake.
80 dear Pm so sick" he sobbed.
"James Little did you eat any of that
mince pie, that | can't find anywhere %
asked his frightened mother
He looked sheepish, confessed his sin,
and his mother commenced to doctor him
Immediately. Will and Mollie seemed
to get plenty of fun out of everything
while | tried not to be annoyed by the
delay.
Jamie got better, the clouds parted and
the sun came out in time to send us off
comparatively happy. We found a large
number of carriages, encircleing num-
Der of long tents and awnings, where all
kinds of fruit, pastry and fancy articles
were being sold for the benefit of the
church. A long string of large chowder
kettles and barrels of CLANS being emp
tied upon the great pile of hot stones, at
tracted the attention of the gentlemen.
''There is Governor Davis and family"
said Mollie. The men soon gathered
around his eXcellency and carried him
uOWn TO WaUcn the proceedings at une
baking stones, which the men were now
covering with wet sea-Weed
Not long after the dinner bell rang
and several hundred sat down and gave
themselves up to the luxuries of a Rhode
Island clam dinner. We were merry
party. viii kept up continual flow of
nonsense. Several people sitting near
us had apparently never seen any CLANS
and wondered what the melted butter
served in individual quahaug shells was
for. They looked shocked when we
crowded over the first pan of steaming
clans and began to pull off their shells,
take off their dark jackets and dip in the
hot butter. They were soon glad to fol-
low our example, however.
Notwithstanding the attention of my
friends, when Will and Mollie said good
b. and started for the boat to go home
| felt lonesome. Every thing had been
done to make their visit success.
They had seemed to enjoy it, but moth
ing had happened as | had anticipated.
Every trifiipg thing had grated upon my
nerves and proved disappointment TO