The Republican journal., 1892-06-30

trees, which at intervals grow down to the
! waters edge, and anon leave pretty clear
| ings where cosy farmhouses peep from theil
enclosures These are not all the pretty
places on the cape, for they are to be found
on every hand. Here is charming spot for
the rusticator.
The next morning the wind was from
the southeast, the sky overcast and rain
threatened. We had no barometer but
it is said an acceptable substitute may be
inprovised from a cup of coffee. Drop
Jumps of sugar into the cup of coffee care
fully, watch the air bubbles that rise to
the surface. If they suddenly rush from
the center to the side Of the cup, be sure
that 1t is going to rain very hard. III
the air-bubbles assemble in the center and
then pass to the side of the cup in a deliber
ate way. You must still he prepared for what
the weather forecasts would call ''some
showers" But if the bubbles refuse to Stir
from the center of the cup, you may 60 forth
to your labors assured Of fine day The
cup OF coffee indicated ''Solne showers, so
an early start was made towards home. AS
the rain kept away it was decided to sail
around Islesboro, rp through Cilkey's harbor
INTO the western bay. Here the light sails
came into play, and started the Marjorie
along at good pace. 1t rained gently but
it Will take more than summer showers to
daunpen the ardor of the Marjories crew.
When u1t Crow Cove it was decided to put
i'll and secure CLAIMS enough for a chowter.
IT is old t1,t ,.l1, n of ;,,
summer, but that is all moonshne. The
ancientS had many notions about CLANS and
the cooking of them, which are now discard
ed. Here is an ancient recipe:
First catch your clams-llong the ebbing
edges
OF saline coves you'll find the precious
wedges
With backs up, lurking in the sandy bot
toln
Pull in your iron rake, and 10! you've got
Take thirty large ones, put basin under,
Add water (three-quartsl to the native
liquor,
Bring to boil (and, by the way, the quicker
It bolls The better, if you do it cutely);
Now add the CLANS, chopped up and minced
mnutely,
Allow longer boil of Just three minutes
And While it bubbles. quickly stir within its
TumultuouS depths, where still the molllls1s
mutter,
-Four tablespoons of flour and four of butter.
y pint OF milk, some pepper to your notion
And CLANS need sailing, although born of
ocean.
Remove from fire Gf much boiled they will
suffer
You'll find that intlia-rubber isn't tougher);
After 'tis off add three fresh eggs we'll beat
en-,
STIR and it'S ready IA bn
Fruit of the wave! Oh, dainty and delic-
iouS.
Food for the Gods! Ambrosia for Aspicius,
Worthy to thrill the soul of Sea-born Venus,
Or tltlllate the palate of Silemes.
The last four lines, however, are as true
now as when this ancient clam rhyme was
written.
The choWder was served off Nortllport.
4 low fog hung over the waters of the lower
bay. and from out It's depths the sound Of a
steamers paddles was heard. Pr, sentlv
the kdtal,ln came out of the msts and
passed us off the Bluff. Capt. Pierce kindly
acknowledges oUr salute by giving us three
blasts from tile steam whistle. Mrs Damon
and her guests al South Shore also returned
our salute to the Northport cottagers
When the Marjorie was fured up at her
mooring it was voted that tile first trip was
d ''hoWling success r. g. d.