The Lambertville record., 1897-11-24
A DRAMA OF THE SEA.

Deeply touched and still quivcring
with emotion, | write these lines
Many and full of terrors are tho sea
tragedies enacted ON this island, that is
nevertheless rightly named the "beauti-
ful. "
Its lovablo and courteous inhabitants
are divided into two distinct classes
farmers and fishermen.
Tho former plant wheat, corn, oats
and potatoes
The latter catch the sweet heshed
funny fish, sardines and Holsters
Neither farmers nor fishermen ever
become rich, and meat is almost un-
known in their homes
The people are, therefore, far from
strong, the women especially being ten
der and delicate with straight noses,
slender, graceful necks and slow, aris-
tocratie carriage.
The men arc of medium height aud
we'll built, but lack the vigor charac-
ter2ing the peasants of Normandy
The islanders are proud and never
beg. A careful observer cannot fail to
notice that among tho many wrinkles
which give character to their faces
those written by laughter are wanting
Both men and women have serious
and melancholy air and their fereheads
seem burdened with sad memories or a
certain restlcssness. Has not each one
father. "a brother or son on the ma
hgnant water that lies out thcrc--out
there-eucircing tho island everywhere
MS far us the eye can reach?
Here these people have lived for cen.
turies surrounded hy a moving, agitated
cemetery that smiles so alluiugly and
at the Same time SO sayagely
Occasionally the laughter of child
in one of tho huts bubbles ont toward its
mother working III the fields Her face
hghtens up for u moment, but she dare
not seom happy. for as she turns there
lies tho sea, and its waves sob as they
roll mt her feet
Yesterday there stood near me 4
dainty little girl eff IS She shaded her
eyes with one hand in order to watch as
long as possible her brother who was
walking down the street leading to the
hnrhor of Bordery. Soberly as matron
she called after him: BE careful of
yourself and donot take cold Au revoir!
Good catcht"
The boy disappeared. and his sister
returned TO arrange her little household
for tho home coming of both her broth
ers, rs the three were orphans TO whom
the state paid small pension
The girl was dressed i'll mourning.
Father and Mother Gouenantin having
died two years hefore-he in the hospi-
tai after 2 DAYS of cruel suffering caused
by the poisonous sting of a fish, she n
few days later from consumption and
grief
Yes, there they lived, the three or
phans. The elder brother, aged Is, had
arisen at daybreak to be ready for his
share of sardines, and the other, lad
of is, was just to depart with his cousin
Pierre Marie to catch Holsters.
The three companions. Pierre Marie
Gouenantin Eugene Gouenantin, the
orphan, and Michel Samzun, boarded n
little boat, l. Enfant du Desert, hoisted
its pale blue sail and disappeared
The heavens We're slightly misty, the
wind came out of the west, and l, sit.
ting On the rocks. looked before me,
dreaming the endless dreams born of
the changeless yet ever changing sea as
one gazes into its depths, full of charm
and mystery
PARKWAY cries caused me to turn my
head and look about.
A flock of screaming sea gulls flying
above me had attracted my attention /
was just about to leave the rocks when
new cries reached my ears. These were