The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1901-03-22

. Grove City, March Sths 1901.
DEAR GRAPHIC
Yesterday afternoon the All There
came bowling up the bay under fore
sail or ly, strong south-wester blow
ing. Gu Friday first of this month
she started on a cruise down the coast.
taking Mr.. and Mrs. Barker to Punta
IO,'da on their, way north and home. s
They ran out of the bay into Little
Gasparilla sound. where they dropped
anchor for dinner, then ran down the
sound and up Charlotte harbor TO
Panta Gorda, arriving at this place
about p. %.
The next morning the wind was N
w. blowing hard. but the party want
ed to get to- Matlasha pass TO lay in
stock OF oysters. The captain said,
blows hard, but we can make it,"
and they all echoed ''let her go,'' and
Kansas tourists say it with emphasis.
The party now consisted of Capt.
Mac Lewis aud wife. AL Merryman
and wife and Miss Dorothy Merry
man, the latter the most exuberant,
jubilant, roll-about young lady that
you ever saw. Miss Merryman had
suffered with arrangement .of solar
plexus In bygone days, therefore her
parents and friends were a little shy
of giving her bountiful tossing on
the nriny deep, but the wind was fair.
Matlasha fine harbor, oysters ahead
and the party unanimous.
So about 9 Il. M, close reefed, the
sharpie plunged out into the harbor
and down the bay, wind abeam and
flying. Six miles to Point Punta
Gorda and she fairly flew as she
iibed over swinging ewing out'' down
the bay and buried herself in the foam
of the waves as she tried to catch
them. 1t was no wonder that Mrs.
Merryman was seasick. AL held his
own. Capt. and Mrs. Mac, old sail
ors. never succumbed; but little Dor
othy, white around the mouth, got in
to the cabin and lay down, sometimes
rising on her hands and knees and
trying to achieve something in the way
of usual results, but in vain. At one
fort her. but Dorothy shook her head
and pitifully said, $50 to Mother; she
is sicker than I am.''
The rushing, roaring and plunging
! of the sea, the roaring OF the north
wester. the calm, watchful eye of the
captain. the boat bnrying her bow in
| a smother of foam. thel rising bravely
and rushing over, the crest of the
waves make picture you never for
get.
At noon they glide into Matlasha
and round to n a pool perfectly calm
and smooth, with huge mangroves ON
either side: not ripple on the water,
the wind bowling and roaring over
head, a picture so qniet and peaceful
that the dashing of the sea and the
roaring of the wind seem but a dream
! of half an hour before.
Here they picked up six bushels of
oysters, l will send up to the Graph
ic Office some of the shells that will
tell their own story, and next morn
ing fresh as daisies they start for
Marco. 100 miles below.
They stopped at Punta Rassa and
here left card from the captain re-
porting ''all we'll and we are having a
good time
Here they met Burgess, of Horse
Had ranch fame. with his son Frank,
both OF Cleveland. They We're criuis
ing on S. w. Florida waters and
Frank had added to his string of fish
an alligator that measured twelve feet
in length.
From here they went out on the
Gulf and Miss Dorothy's solar plexus
became disturbed again, but after \
five mile run they ran through pass.
Deep and still water with islands of