The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-09-16
EnOCh Walkers
Clambake.

a long visit. This was the first time he
mad ever been out Of the State Of Vermont
and when he returned he had many won
| derful adventures to relate to the little
company that gathered In Josiah Potti-
fields grocery store during the long win
ter evenings when the north wind
| thrashed the snow against the windows,
| and the old box stove was ruby red. He
had been to Boston. he had climbed
| Bunker Hill Monument. he had stood upon
| Plymouth Rock. But the story that his
hearers liked best of all was the story OF
| the clambake and the rescue OF the Junk
| heads
Il had ben down to my daughters quite
| a spell" Enoch began, ''and one day be-
| gun to talk as ef t was time for me TO
| be p'intin' toward home.
oh, no, father. says Ellen, you hain't
ben here half Icing enough yet; besides.
Winslow and I-Winslow. that's her hus-
bands name. they are all Winslow Brad
fords or Bradford WinsIows. or Standish
Brewsters, or some sich name down therd
-'Winslow and T. she says, have plan
ned to take you for sail out TO the Fish
in Rocks and end up with a grand clam
bake
g 'Clambakei' says I. kinder snortin';
do you suppose that / would eat clam
never see a clam, anyhow only few
berrils that Norris had to the market;
but they never looked to me like anything
q decent mortal ought to put into his
maouth.''
wal. they amt. thafs sure" growled
Jared knights.
"Jest you wait till git thrrzgh. Jared !"
said Enoch, calmly, " n then see what ye
say
''wal," he continued. 1.-The day 'p'inted
come around. 1t was a good clear day.
but the wind was poorly strong from the
north When they was gettin' things
ready / says to Ellen. You might put in
little extray grub for me- I says, for I
shan't eat no clans
All right, pa says Ellen; but I no--
ticed she kinder smiled a little.
I'VE went down to the wharf and Wins
low he had hired Cap'n John Drew to take
up all IN his boat Now. 1t was wonder
full how Cap'n Drew could make his boat
60 / suppose somebody would have to set
to and oar the boat, the wind bowed so
from the forth. But, sir. although the,
wind blowed from the north, Cap'n Drew
would make his boat sail almost right to-
ward the north, and jest as slick as any
trotter I ever drove. Jared"
How the mischief could he do it?''
asked Jared.
'PIegg'd if could tell; but he KEEP his
rope that he called the sheet (made me
larf) and t'otEer hand a-hoit of the han
die TO the steerer; and away we went,
full ehisel.
we want long gittin' to the place
where they was goin' to have the clam
bake. but it was none too soon, for the
tide was goin' out fast. They is a queer
thing about the harbor down at Plym-
outh. The tide goes in and out twice-t
a day. follerin' the moon. When the tids
is in, the bay looks as eff it was deep as
the cshern, but when it is cut, about all
you can see is sand fats. 500
Wal, we got out of the boat. and the
fust thing done, Where's the cIams?'
says /. And then they all sot up a tee
haw. and my son-in-law. he's full of his
tantrums, he said they growed on soma
clam trees. about a mile off,
But Cap'n Drew he hauled out som,
pails-buekets, he called em-ard soma
pitehforks. out of the beat. and sung out
to US to stop cur fooIin' and come along.
We went out onto them wet sand flats,
and Cap'n Drew, he says: There's your
clam. he saya. But ali could see was a
lot of little holes in the sand I squatted
down to look into one of 'em, and fust
knew they was a little stream OF salt
water sJuirted out of that hole and
struck me right in the face n eyes. ami
over / went and sot right square down in
the wet sand. Cap'n Drew said that was
the only way that clans have to be per-
lite to strangers But anyhow l soon
showed EN- that could handle fork as
well as any clam-digger. and / dug a
good hs' bushel or more of old ronchsrs
out of the sand. and the more l dug the
more sure 1 was that l want never ss.1'
to eat one on EN-, although l begun to
git hungry as Bose
I'VE BRING the CLAIMS back TO the shore
and Cap'r. Drew made a circle full OF
stones cot great ways from the water
and built up a rousin' FIRE on EN- When
the stones was red hot, he sweep the Goals
ell away. and We covered EN- with fresh
seaweed from the rocks that the tide left
bare. Then onto the seaweed he piled all
the clans We had dug. and a useless waste
it was. to my way of thinkin' just then.
On top of the clans he put some ears of
sweet corn. and come sweet 'taters. and
two, three Holsters that he .ished out from
In under the seat to the boat. Then we put
On some more CT The rockwell, and the
eap'n kivsred the whole thing up with an
DID sail
wal, sir. that old heap begun to steam
up in good shape, and / swan to man, It
lid smell good. Look-a-here thinks /,
Ell them things taste as good as they smell.
hey might be good TO eat But I didn't
say nothin'
''Bimeby. Cap'n Drew he pulled away the
lidge Of the sail and took out clam and
oroke it open and give it n kind of a fling,
md into his mouh it went.
Done says Cap'n Drew.
Then Ellen brung around a lot of old
fishes and things and filed 'em with the
.lams. She brung one on 'em to me- She
'pened a clam and TOOK 1T by the TAIL or
whatever it is. and swirIsd it around in .
! little dish of melted butter. with pepper
nd vinegar in it, then hilt it up. Now.
"a, this is yours she said
Wall Il was an awful-lookin' object
ut / was awful hungry I've got to eat
or starve,' thinks l. So | shet up my
yes and opened my maouth, and Ellen ~
ropped in the clam The Old and New
Wasn't astonished, I never e
asted anything equal to that, not even the
lst run of maple sugar on new snow.
he upshot of it was that We ct every
lam they was in that pile. and one time
apn Drew and Ellen and Winslow, they
Jrned a procession, with all of EN- a
ism of clans, pretendin' they couldn't
Itch 'em fast enough TO me to eat. And
m goin' to send Cap'n Drew a pail OF
be f:st TUE of sugar, come spring.
by the time We get everything cleaned
p the clam fats was Aiversd with water
gain. and we sot out for home. The wind
as still pccty high, but good deal moro
nifty .hau it was in the mornin'. I see
lat Czp'n Drew kept a-lookfn' and a-look-
y at another boat down the bay, that
as whoppin' Iaould every which way
it'll the wind 1t turned out afterward
lat It was two young fellers from the
ty that was regular lunkheads about
BAT; didn't know no more about sailin'
lan ! DO.
Is The fools gruwled Cap'n Drew; they