The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1895-09-14

wise, not emitting their own sense of
location. They rowed and they rowed
until they were nearly exhausted, when
at last they heard the sound of breakers,
and soon saw the dashing foam and the
black rocks They concluded that they
had reached Cushings Island for "hadn't
they been rowing right straight for it all
the time"
The gentleman was put ashore with no
little difficulty, and the boys rowed away
in the fog on their return trip as they
supposed. The former climbed over the
rocks and was soon floundering in a
morass, and later struggling through a
thick forest But he kept on and reached
| house whose occupant nearly took away
what little breath he had left by coolly
| informing him that he was on Peaks Is
land only short distance from the hotel,
and that he had been landed on the back
side, and that 1t was most probable that
the boys were now well on their way
| towards Africa.
His story told at the hotel, searching
party was Immediately organized, but
had not progressed very far when a boat
was met in the fog, wherein were the two
boys safe and sound. They had with
remarkable good luck followed their
course back through White Head channel
and at last landed on Cushings Island,
though. they believed themselves to be on
Peaks. However they soon encountered
some boys in camp and were informed
of their error, and after being we'll fed
and warmed were taken back to Peaks by
their kind hosts.
A native of the island once made the
same mistake in fog. He started for
Cushings, was carried out through White
Head channel by the tide, landed on the
back side of Peaks, believing himself
on Cushings, and finally came upon a
house which he did not recognize as his
own and in dazed condition asked his
own wife, who came to the door if she
could directlhim to the Ottawa House
He was brought to his senses by her
familiar tones "Why you fool you
What's the matter with yer? Don't yer
know yer own wife?'
The Canadians used to come early and
stay late and no matter what the weather
sisted in taking their daily bath in tho
salt water. One man in particular was
almost crank in this respect and would
seemingly enjoy plunge into water that
would turn the average Yankee blue with
cold. 1t was late in the season, most of
tho cu1n nor visitors bod oopa homo tho
day was raw and fine rain was falling
The Canadian started for his customary
bath at little cove just beyond where
Greenwood Garden is now located He
placed his clothes in crevice of the rocks
and plunged into the icy water. Whether
the shock was too much for even his
tough, Northern sensiblities isn't known,
at all events when he came ashore, which
he did right speedily, he had lost his
bearings, and for the life Of him couldn't
locate the crevice, wherein were his prec-
ious clothes. He was scrambling over the
wet rocks in the chilly drizzle, with
frantic haste in his futile search, when
the presence of two women coming along
the shore in waterproofs and under an
umbrella sent a chill of horror through
him. compared to which that of the
water was evidently warm for he sought
relief therein Immediately and lost no
time in swimming around a point out of
sight. AS he cautiously climbed the
bank to look over into the little cove,
lodging from rock to rock, he found his
worst fears were confirmed. For some
unaccountable reason they had seated
themselves on the rocks at the head Of
the cove and calmly conversed together,
protected by their huge umbrella. By
this time our. friend was pretty we'll con-
geal ed, but while he was celebrating
whether to make break for the woods..or
commit suicide by drowning, he discov
cred the Lost crevice at some distance
from the women. He managed to reach
it undiscovered by crawling.from rock to
rock, but found that he had been mis-
taken, and saw at last the real crevice
and his clothes therein under the very
rock on which those awful females were
sitting With despair in his heart he re-
traced his painful journey on bruised
knees and hands to the other side Of the
point. He saw that there was but one
course to take and he took it. He swan
around into the cove, hailed the unwel-
come intruders and calculated the situa-
ton to them as VOL as his chattering
teeth would permit. Without a word they
arose and departed, and when the unfor-
tunate bather finally reached the hotel he
concluded his narrative of the afternoon
adventure by saying, land I'm that
chilled that can't speak for the shivers. "
Had he known that clothing not generally
worn by women was concealed beneath
those deceitful waterproofs his 'shivers'
might have been succeeded by high
fever.
Another queer story is about Capt
Jones's big yellow dog. He was great
favorite with the guests of the Union
House, of which the Captain was proprie.
tor and there were. few things that he and
they enjoyed more than his swimming
after sticks which they had thrown into
the water. To plague him the boys