The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1892-08-16

The Experience OF News Reporter while
out Bluefishing.

The Experience or n News Reporter While
out Bluefshing.
'Tt's q beautiful day." said the Captain.
It was the first day of my vacation at
Port West Harbor and l had arisen early
to try my luck ut bluefishing with the
captain. We had boarded the Pumpkin
seed, as the catboat was called, because of
the letters =. X. s. X. on the stern; rounded
the Point of Rocks, and were out on the
broad Atlantic,
1t was indeed beautiful day. Oppo-
site us was Horse Neck Beach with the
sands Sparkling in the suns bright rays
looking over the bow we could see Goose
berry Neck. about four miles away; and
to the windward was the ocean with
numerous sails showing above the distant
horizon. Fleecy clouds studded the deep
blue sky and the sun in all It's splendor
shone over the whole scene.
ITS q beautiful day." repeated the
the Captain and could but echo his sem
timents.
''iake the wheel.n said the Captain,
"while overhaul the lines" looked in
vain for the wheel, but finally was made
to understand that it was the tiller that
was meant. The Captain had once CON-
manded New Bedford whaler and the
land-lubber he had aboard found IL hard
TO obey his commands, not understand.
Ing his nautical terms
Lines were dropped and we trolled for
some fifteen minutes. A passing boat
was hailed and IL was learned that two
bluetish had been caught. All that we
had aboard was a squeteague, but that
was not the kind of fish we were after.
MAY be we will have some luck out by
the Hen and Chickins," suggested the
Captain. l assented; lines were drawn in
and Gooseberry Neck was rounded. We
were then in Buzzard's Bay and wond-
cred how far away we were from ex-Presi-
dent Cleveland's fishing grounds. The
water was choppy and the boat began to
dance about.
The Captain said that the tide ran
rather strong there and silently affirmed
his statement. / lost interest In fishing
and listlessly held the line.
Feel little qualmishW asked the Cap
tain.
did not answer but made show of
having bite.
and the more 1t danced the worse felt.
When we had rounded the hen aud her
fetherless brood OF chickens gave In and
owned that was sea sick.
The boat descended until thought 1
could put out my hand and touch bot
tom. Then it would rise, and to my be
wildered senses the sky seemed to be
within easy reach. Everything around
spun like top, and i was completely
overpowered by that tired feeling" 1
could not hold my own, and for some
time was In close communion with Father
Neptune.
And we were five miles out. Would
we ever get on land IL we did would
never go out on the ocean again. Such
were my mental exclamations. The
beautiful day was lost to me, and the
thought OF fishing was nauseating.
The Captain put for home and tried to
comfort me by saying that sea-sickness
was an awful sensation. / fully agreed
with him, but was not comforted.
The Captains first voyage was forty
three months long and he was sick all Of
the time
Finally we rounded the Point of Rocks
and glided into the harbor. pulled my
self together and, with a face picturing
unspeakable misery, climbed onto the
dock. Wearly / made my way to my
room and there my woes were drowned,
for | lay down and, imaging that my
bed was boat and that was In momen-
tarry danger of being thrown out. / fell
asleep.