Pine Bluff daily graphic. (Pine Bluff, Ark.) 1893-1942, 1903-01-25
Wl,en/ Jenkins Jibed

day at noon with something OF a 'i'.=.
cal look about him, LrimminA - =
with anticipations of cruis ever
Sunday. Jenkins casme bacF 't ~,
office Monday with glow "'1 re
end Of his nose that would ha'' Zen
suspicious in any other man Jeh-
kins also wore am expression If ia
tisue, deeD-seated gloom ami IA" air
81 one who was ponderins ofer some
grave subject. 1t dinner that night,
seeing the gloom hadn't Ii-btenpd. |
asked him ii he had enjoyed him
self.
DO loah as though [ had?3 he
replied ENORMOUSLY. | admitted that
he didn. exactly.
@.Fhats What bothers me, Jenkins
went on. Il have been wondering all
day ii an capable Of enjoying that
particular variety Of sport they call
crnisin4 or whether my experience
WASH pretty tonsh one, considering
that started out with the idea of
,, having a days fun
hat happened2n asked.
, yerything said Jenkins mourn
I'll put it to You and you can
lde for me- On Saturday afternoon
went down to Atlantic Highlands
meet Waterman and his ehum. who
;ere cruising in a tWenty=eight-foot
sharpie. They had been off for a
week when | met them The confine-
ment Of the small boat had got ON
their nerves by that time, and al.
though they are the best OF friends
on shore. BIZ the time arrived they
we're ready to scrap at the drop of
a hat.
w got sail on the sharpe. ran
across the cove and anchored and
then the skipper and the cook were
50 sleepy that they wanted me to turn
in with them although it was only
9 O'clock. Fancy me going to bed at
lantern out in the cockpit, and
read until midnight. Then | crawled
into the cabin and tried to sleep. If
YOU never have seen Watermans
sharpie, you haven't any idea of what
sleeping on board of her is like The
upper berth in Pullman would be a
royal bedchamber compared to it.
must have fallen asleep in the end
however, for the first thing | knew
Waterman was crawling over me and
telling me it was time to get up.
What time is it? asked him.
Half-past A. he replied. Good heav-
ems, Waterman, l protested. You
don't mean to say that you are going
to get up at halfpast 4 ON Sunday
morning Just then the cook broke
in with Sure, We are; we've got a
long run before us. And then he
crawled over me and went on deck.
SO | got up, too. When | scrambled
out in the cockpit found it was
blowing hard from the northwest and
it was as cold as an ordinary day in
November Waterman and his chum
were making sail, bare-headed and
footed, Just as though it We're a
hot afternoon in July. There was no
use kicking so | turned in and both
cred them by trying to help them TN
til the cook yelled at me to sit down
and keep quiet. We beat out of the
cove and worked across and up I'M
der the Highland shore against good
fresh gale and sea that wasn't any
too quiet, considering we hadn't had
breakfast
breakfast while the sea wasn't rough
Il wondered if he thought that was
smooth, and he gave us awful coffee
with condensed milk, big chunks of
bread and slices of timed corned beef.
If you have ever tried to think of the
worst meal you have ever eaten it
couldn't compare with that break
fast When we had reached the ship
channel we had to put on rubber boots
and CONFLICTS suits of oilskins. BY the
time we made the bell buoy off Coney
Island shore enough water had run
down my neck to soak me, and to
make matter worse just as we had
squared off to run before
the wind along the Coney
Island shore the painter of the dinghy
parted. The dinghy belonged to the
cook, and he wanted to let it go. but
the skipper insisted that we should