New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-04-24

But there are some :" in our town, and they are
MondrOus wise They have found that such long
trips do not pay. They have found out, also tiht
New York City has treated generously by nature
and that there around this city by the sea many
miles OF meadow and shore which lie rs untouched by
the practical but unromantic march OF culture and i'm
provemcnt rs they did before the Half Moons anchors
went clanlNng 10 the bottom and woke new echOcs
from the palisades. At many OF Long Islands quiet
ocean beaches what traffic there IS is done by
.,u or oor and steam is stu unknown There
arc no elcgruphs and p0stoficeS. The sails
which slip along the horizon and disappear again
arouse only idle speculation. Tho beauty OF
these places by the is that there IS something
in the air that makes II simply Impossible TO WORK.
Men 20 there for few weeks with paper and pens,
perhaps but they always bring them back guiltIes'
Of ink marks For there more serious things TO do
There Is the important question Of what tackle and bait
10 Use for fish, Perhaps the sails need mending a
ni4ht Of wildcwl may be sighted bright crisp
morning. and guns need looking after. But never
any work that belongs 10 town.
II IS there that the really cOntcmplatvc man begins
10 realize how unlmportlnt and unreal geographical
measurements are. Town, according to the map. may
lie fifteen mics away II may be in sight from the
mast Of the yacht. Eut the real distance TO town is
thousands Of miles. After day or two OF ocean
dlIng TIE city becomes Il memory. \ day or TWO
mOrc. and il becomes a myth. And after week there
Is no such place. and the mind refuses 70 think of It,
Then one can get TO the really serious business OF
watching tie marine NE in the shadows noting
The heavy flight OF irresponsible AMI happy
sea bird. or better than that while lying in some
shndv place looking TO seward the miles and
miles OF grass and marsh. creeks and salt ponds. to
do the impossible and actually 10 think OF nothing
In the Wide world
Sands Point on jamaica Bay Is such place, ana
the adventurous man who goes Canarse. that queer
seaside village New-lork where the smell OF
boiled crabs and mngcS with the usy scent OF
meadows and salt waves looking thence across short.
bread arm OF Jamaica Bay. see. half hidden in the
marshes which stretch unbroken and peacefully level
to the horizon II cluster OF cottages The bright red
roof Of the largest makes pretty bit of color
against the dun and green background. Rocking
Gently I'm the swell. there lies at anchor in front OF
them a fleet Of yachts and rowbOats. The cottages
are owned By men. most Of them from Brooklyn, who
are really monarcs Of all they survey when they get
down there They cast OF all convcnonallty then. and
revel I'm old clothes They frce
from the tyranny Of the collar button and the cur ana
the shrtfiOn things not TO be found. Their nights
are cool and peaceful. Their morning breaks un-
herlldcd by rnmbing carts trampmg feet o. dust and
heat No roofs hide the rising pO>tmcn remind
them Of business. II i land Of azinesS and dreams
thl, settlement Sands Point, and the settlers there
enjoy all the delights of camping ont, all the pleasures
OF unrcsraiucd freedom, which any one could enjoy
hundreds Of miles from the city. The largest house
I'm the foreground IS owned by Charles j. Fzmauricc.
KEENAN, own the Others, This settlement Is typical
~ many which are thus scattered around the shores
adjacent to New York Bay. and IL Is AN encouraging
Sign that there are more and more every year.