The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-05-14

hard luck, and was as homely as any other old coaster. Now she's done for, and the way it came about makes some of the Buckporters grin, although to Captain Hi Fogg it is no joke, at all. The Ada Herbert was good enough to make a living in, and earned as much money as though she'd had a lean run, sharp bows, and a coat of peagreen paint, with a red stripe at the waist. Last Friday-unlucky day, according to Captain Tom Nicholson's bank fish ermen-the Ada Herbert got under way, light, from Bucksport, bound down the Prospect shore to load kiln ! wood for Rockland. The wind was through Bucksport Narrows, and at the start Captain Fogg made long hitch that brought him away over un-. der the steep bank just below Fort Knox. Here the Penobscot is deep enough to float a battleship and plenty to spare, and the bank is an almost perpendicular precipice, the rock cov- cred with just enough soil to afford Judgement for thick growth of young 1 birches. In among the birches grew some ancient spruces, stunted and gnarled, and although unlike their kindred of the big woods, save that they yield good crops of gum.
 Captain Hi Fogg let the Ada Herbert stand so long on the port tack-the first hitch-that, with the current swirling around the footwalls of Fort Knox to help, she went right up to the bank and poked her jib-boom into the crotch of spruce tree.
 Here you," shouted Capt. Hi to his crew, which was Ansel Guptil, a lank, good-natured giant, always hungry, and aged eighteen. Here, you, Ansel, git out thar an shove her off-she's afoul O one O them trees"
 With a mighty and reluctant effort Ansel arose from where he had been | roasting, doubled up like an enormous jackknife, on the sunny side of the house, and numbered forward and out on the jibboom. When he had stood I there five minutes, holding on to the forestay with one hand and working with the other among the branches of the tree. Captain Hi, who was at the wheel. yelled:
 Hey, thar, Anse! What ye doin'? Why'n blazes don't ye cast her off?"
 "Oh, hor on minute" came the an- swer, mumbled as though Anse had his mouth full of Inolasses candy.
 Captain Hi held on a minute, and several more minutes, and still Anse stayed in the top of the tree. A lot more yelling from the skipper, convey ing the information that this was no logging trip, etc. brought from Anse in the tree this impatient response:
 "Oh, what's yer rush-let her stan as she is while. Thar's more'n fifty cents wuth O good gum up here. Give yer some when come aft"
 And there Anse stayed, digging gum out of the crotch of the old spruce with his jackknife, while Captain Hi l fumed and fretted at the wheel. Pres ently came the disaster that might have been expected. A sudden rush of 1 the ebb tide With a puff of wind from over the fort, the Ada Herbert swung around and brought up with bang on the rocks, grounding hard and fast, fore and aft
 l See what yeye done?" queried Cap tain Hi as Anse came aft, brown fists full of gum and his jaws working like 8 ticket chopper.
 "Huh!" grunted Anse, shell come off'n here all hunky." But she didn't.
 As the tide ebbed the Ada Herbert, as though wearied of carrying burdens of bricks and kiln wood, heeled over on her side, grooming and cracking all through her battered and weather worn old frame. There was no help for her, for nothing short of a wrecking tug could have moved her, and the tugs were all away to the Kennebec. So there the Ada Herbert gave up the ghost, and next day they stripped her, leaving her bones to show the cost of Anse Guttirs crew of gum-Philadel- phia Record.