Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-08-31

turned" said Jack. but there aren't any.
I'll tell you what we can do; let's drop the
sail and then paddle her head around
| toward home"
But how are you going to turn the wind
around SO 1t will blow US that ways" asked
| Sam.
| "Graciousw exclaimed the unhappy
| helmsman. II never thought Of that"
There's boat coming along behind US
real fast" remarked Dickey: 'let's all
watch her and see how she turns"
So they all watched, Jack included, al
though the sail of the boat that was fol-
lowing hid the sailor SO shamefully that
wnen the turn was made they could not
see how it was done.
| "Ah, WELL" said Jack. "'twas only a half
| turn anyway, for he's sailing at right
angles to us-See?'
They all saw that Jack spoke the truth,
but as they gazed they heard something
crate and creak, and felt something tip
and spill. and when they recovered them
| selves and looked about them they learned
| that what had spilled was the crew, and
that the boat was well up on the beach and
resting upon her keel and one of her Sides
1t didn't take long for each boy to blame
all the others, and say that he wouldn't
have come on any account il he hadn't
supposed, from their talk that the other
knew the whole theory of boat sailing, but
Jack soon put stop to this by saving.
Lets stop talking and go to work. We're
more than sixty miles from home and on
the wrong side of the bay, and if we don't
| get back before the excursion train leaves
We'll have two or three days tramp be-
| fore us, in country where we're not ac-
quainted with any Of the dogs. We must
| let down the sail, push the .boat back into
the water, and II she won't be persuaded to
sail we must paddle her back. There's one
oar IN the boat and we can find piece of
board to help"
Then followed half an hour of straining
and slipping. and pushing, and tearing Of
| clothes, until some one thought OF pryine
the boats head TO the water by means of
the oar, but just as they succeeded the
oar broke. The shortening Of this main
nope OF the homeward trip heightened SIX
faces until Jack took up collection which
yielded more than so cents, with which he
secured the vicinity until he found a
| farmer, who sold him three narrow boards
and lent him a Ratchet with which to
| roughly convert them into six paddles
BY the time he returned the tide had lifted
the boat, and all the other boys were
standing knea-deep in water to keep the
| wind from drifting the dreadful craft back
upon the beach. At a given signal all six
ciambered in and began to paddle; at this,
thanks to practice with the old punt In
the brook at Glenway; but hard though
they worked that beach behind them con-
tinued to remain exasperatingly near. The
silence OF the crew began to be oppressive
SO Jack said:
Lets make believe that this is one of
the old Norsemen's galleys. boys"
YES let's" growled Sam Shaw "for 1
guess I know how galley slaves used to
feel. My backs aching fit to break, and
my WEI clothes stick to me as If they were
glued and, oh, how the insides of my hands
do burni'
mime, too," responded several voices in
chorus, while Dicky Murrell added: II be-
Deve never was so hungry in all my life"
too. were hungry, and that their lunch
baskets had been put in the baggage car
with those of the other excursionists.
have to p shog aoe 5ss
into us. Let's sing "A Life on the Ocean
Wave again."
IF you do I'll pitch you overheard" de-
clared Sam Shaw; so the padding con-
tinued as dismally as the boys own refec-
items.
Lets hail some other sailboat and prom
Use to pay him for towing US back to the
inlet. Plenty Of the excursionists know US
and our families. and will lend us whatever
1t may cost, which can't be very much"
said Jack.
and the boys began to paddle harder so
as to get within hailing distance OF boats
which did not seem far away; indeed. Sam
Shaw padded so hard that his paddle sud-
denly broke. and the paddler. with nothing
to lean against as he strained, tumbied
overheard and some time was wasted
while ropes were thrown to him and he
was srescued. While he was being helped
aboard deep shadow end rushing sound
made themselves evident and the boys
saw sailboat round their stern and luff.
shouted Jack.
That's what we come for" replied the
man at the tiller; AN when you git in the
old man IL pound the life out Of you If
min her ashore. What sort Of galoots be
you. anyhow
There was no answer. There are ques-
tions for which it is hard to frame an APP
propriate answer.
Chuck us your painter" said one of the
men In the boat
None Of us is painter; honest" replied
I'VE want the end of the rope that the
boat was tied with when the boss was fool
enough to hire 1t to you," said the other
man in the boat. Can you understand
that much of the English language?"
The rope was thrown, the two boats were
drawn together, one Of the men Joined the
boys took the tiller. shouted Let her 60
earnest. although the new helmsman
looked SO contemptuously at the boys that
Dicky Murrell was almost inclined to
drown himself for fear of a worse fate
to gather forward for consultation, but
they were gruff1y ordered back, SO as not
to keep her head down." so they preserved
silence and kept their own heads down. An
attempt to run as soon as the boat touched
the shore was frustrated by the owner of
the boat. who put two or three rough fell
lows on guard over the boys while he care
fully looked his property over. and seemed
angry at learning that the boat had not
been injured in any way, except that the
Car had been broken. About that time sew
eral Members of Rushout Hose Company
had got wind of the trouble and came
down to see fair play SO the boys got only
bad language by way of punishment al
though they had to pay double price for
the broken oar.
The Glenway boys still long to go sailing,
and they talk much about boats and make
pictures OF boats, but they have agreed
that next time there Is an excursion to
Paradise Beach they will hire boat with
man aboard, whether he be called sailor.
master. skipper or ''old man"-and thew
will hire him to show them how to turn a
boat around without turning it too much,
Self-PrOtectfOn,
From Brooklyn Life.
81 see you've let yer bull loose in pas