Evening star., 1897-07-31
BY WHEEL TO BOSTON
Glancing at Newport's Attractive
Villas and Yachts.
SAIL TO WOODS HOLL STATION
Examining the Greatest Fish Hatch
cry in the World.
On NEW ENGLAND ROADS
ON NEW ENGLAND ROADS
Special Correspondence of The Evening Star

Special Correspondence of The Evening Star.
WOODS HOLL, Mass, July %, 1897
The sail from Narragansett Pier to New
port on the new steamer ''Manisees' in
strong southeasterly breeze and a rough
sea is voyage long to be remembered.
Leaving the pier the breakers dash in fury
over the huge wall at its outer end and the
little steamer, rising like cork. is tossed
to and fro on the rolling seas, until, haV-
ing turned she is headed on her course
across the bay and the long ground swell
of old ocean is felt with increased vigor.
OFF to the left the black outlines of Whale
Rock are seen occasionally as the envelop-
ing spray releases its grasp and falls back
with the receding waves. Directly ahead
the lighthouse at Beavertail looms up at
the outer entrance to Newport harbor, and
far out on the right the Brenton Reef
lightship tosses and rolls. it's globe-like
masts swinging rhythmically to the cadence
of the sea. Farther inshore the precipi-
touS heights of Castle Hill are approached
and the line villas of fashionable Newport
greet the eye. while. as if to add additional
variety to the beautiful picture, the frown-
ing walls of Fort Adams, relieved by the
glorious stars and stripes far above them,
guard the entrance to one of the safest
harbors the Atlantic seaboard.
Passing the lower end of Rose Island and
heading directly into the harbor. the ves-
sci to roll. and the spectator is
charmed by the view of the immense fleet
of trim yachts. representing, many of
them DO, the floating homes of Americas
milionaires. Conspicuous among them We
recognized the Vigilant and the Nayahoe.
and the ocean steam yachts Conqueror and
Sutana OF Vanderbilt and Drexel fame
Numberless other craft. showing how fond
the American people are of marine lie.
lay at anchor near by, while the black hull
of the natty government torpedo boat Por-
ter passed swiftly by. bound to the torpedo
station at the opposite side of the harbor.
Tour of the Island Awheel.
Entering our dock near the New York
Yacht Club station, were soon off for
a tour of the island awheel. Before leav-
ing the shopping district We stopped at
the Parry TO the famous old mill. of
which the oldest inhabitant knows not
word. and whose history lies buried in the
ashes of long ago. The solidity of it's tow
ering walls bids fair to render it an object
Of interest for centuries to come Passing
by the old church and up shaded avenue,
the first Of the long procession of magnifi-
cent villas is seen. and soon the more nota-
BILE of these wonderful residences appear
in infinite variety In many cases the high
walls hide the beauty of the costly man
sions from the public view, but there are
enough left to fill every want and to spare
Arriving at the costly marble fence in
closing Cornelius Vanderbilt's palatial villa,
The Breakers, We passed down the Dri-
vate street to the ocean front, where the
full meaning CT the name is at once aD-
parent. The long, rolling waves dash high
upon the massive cliffs. throwing the spray
over the smoothly rolled path bordering
the estate. To keep these twelve acres in
proper order Mr.. Vanderbilt employs thir-
teen landscape gardeners, and the effect of
their handiwork is seen in the beautiful
lawns. choice flowers and playing fountains
which have transformed this villa into a
summer paradise. The massive residence IS
said 10 have cost S3.O0,OW. and it is a
fitting tribute to the refined tastes of its
owner.
Continuing our tour. passed farther
down the mair avenue the beautiful white
marble mansion of Mrs. o. H. P. Belmont
with its fantastic iron gateway and walls
Along Lake View avenue the marvellous
house of Mr. Belmont is seen. and through
out Newport the student of architecture
may md represented nearly every type
from the earliest days of handsome dwell
inss to those of the present time.
Ride to Fall River
Our ten-mile ride was soon over. but well
repaid for our brief visit to this million
aires wonderland. we embarked on the
steamer King Philip for the hive of Amer
lean industry. the city of Fall River which
produces annually the third largest sup
ply of textiles in the world. The ride from
the edge of the city to its center is Ie-
main street and the vicinity Of the city
hall just the shades of night were fall
ing. We were warmly welcomed by the
members of the Fall River Indian Cycle
Club and our evenings stay nearly as
sumed the character of an ovation, so cor
daily were We greeted and entertained.
1t was with regret that we pedaled out of
the city at an early hour the following
morning over the Sanford road to New
Bedford. but we were due at Woods Holl
at 10:3p. and necessity knows no law. A
notable sight on our ride through Fall
River was the throng of workers on their
way to the mills long before the inhabit-
ants OF the capital city are leaving the
realms of dreamland The twin towers of
the huge Friends Church were passed at
the beginning of fourteen-mile spin
over The smooth road to New Bedford, and
the run was especially attractive to us for
the variety of the scenery en- route, sue
cession of woods parks and lakes with
midway another cluster of busy mills.
Sail to Woods Holl.
Arriving at Union street. New Bedford.
We passed the old First Church, with its
ivy-covered belfry, and then some of the
newer buildings and handsome houses along
this well-shaded thoroughfare. At the pier
We hastily boarded the steamer Narragan-
sett just as the whistle blew and the gang
plank was hauled in.
Down the picturesque harbor and by the
gigantic Wamsutta mill and the lighthouse
on the right. We were soon among the
white caps again. our appetites sharpened
by the mornings ride and the crisp salt
breezes from broad Buzzards Bay. The un-
garrisoned post at Clark Point looms up
majestically through the mist, and nearly
thirteen miles ahead. the dim outlines Of
Grassy Island ledge, the southern extrem-
ity of Cape Cod. are barely discernible.
An hours run. however. brings the steamer
well across the bay, and the narrow en-
trance 10 the beautiful little settlement of
Woods Holi. the headquarters of the
largest rish-hatching station in the world
is reached. At some points in the tortuous
channel. just within the harbor's mouth
the Jagged reefs nearly touch the steam
ers sides. but through the skill of the
pilot Nobska Point is weathered. and we
are within the land-locked bay.
The large buildings and plant of the
United States fish commission form the
center of interest here. and thither we
wheeled, or rather raced with a wind al
our backs blowing at the rate of forty
eight miles an hour.
Wonders Of the Hatchery.
We halted at the main building where the
hatche-ies are located. and were soon un-
mindful of the gale out of doors as we were
shown the wonders of the hatching indus
revealed hy the microscopo IT,