The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-04-12

Authors note-I do not claim that
these Logs Of the Peep o. Day" have
the slightest literary merit-simply
that they are not much sillier than
Married Life the First Year" Or the
Second, or the Third.
The Logs are kept primarily for the
Bingham children.
Being a more or less truthful rec
ord OF the daily events of camping
trips. I believe that when these Bing-
ham children are grown men and wo-
men, they will call for the Logs of
the Peep o. Day, and read delight
eddy, YES, hungrily,-of the happiest
days OF their lives.
In the meantime, II the Pensacola
public cares ever so little for this sort
or stuff, with my poor descriptions OF
our beautiful woods and waters, why,
/ am doubly paid for my small trouble
IF. BINGHAM.
Camp End O. Nowhere" Wednesday,
July 9. 1918, a. m.
1t ended, after a years argument,
with the Missus deciding to come.
Her decision was not expressed in the
beautiful language of Ruth, whittier
thou goest, / will go, etc" but in about
these words: "If stay home I will
have to take care of three babies; If
j so with you will only have to care
for one. / goeth."
I wouldn't call Charlie, aged five.
and Harry, aged two, babies, unless
was getting the worse OF the argu-
ment.
The plan was to start yesterday
morning about nine o'clock, but it was
hot and there was at least a ton of
camping equipment, provisions and
water, to stow aboard. so 1t was ten
o'clock, and I was dripping, before
we cast off and proceeded down Pal
afox slip to the ice-house. There we
took on two hundred pounds Of ice.
i then shouted to Dick to take the
wheel and diyed below to start the
engine. The children clapped their
hands and Dorothy made note OF the
Then, what wonder was this!
The engine wouldn't so.
Again and again / spat on my hands,
gritted my teeth, and whirled the fly
primed. I ran over the wiring I
tried my spark. 1 advanced it and
retarded 1t. 1 drained the carbure-
tor. I sounded the gasoline tanks. /
opened the engine ports and closed
them.
/ did everything. The Missus is my
witness. All in vain, the Peep o. Day,
the champion cruiser of the Gulf of
Mexico, was dead.
kept it up for an hour, then hur-
in the mystery Of gasoline engines.
and both OF us went to work. 1 was
afraid I had a cracked cylinder as
now and then in cranking we would
get salty tasting spray from the aft
err cylinder cock. The expert said no,
that it was a leaky gaslxet. 1t took an
hour to prove that he was wrong, and
only five minutes to prove that I was
wrong. We tried out other plausible
theories, and proved that all of them
were wrong.
The hours dragged along, with the
children fidgeting and wondering
aloud when we would start. Headed
off in that direction they took to won
dering when we would "get there"
The Missus was very decent about
it. and loyalty backed up my state
ment, made repeatedly, that this has
never happened before"
The expert said he guessed I had
strained the engine in the July 4th
race last week. At the time this ex-
PLANTATION seemed reasonable enough,
but. now I have an idea he was max
ing sport Of me. for though we won
the race. n handicap, we cama in last.
At two y. m. the engine showed its
individuality, as well as it's contempt
for expert and owner, by starting, and
the 1913 cruise commenced. forth
with.
Twenty-Five minutes later. off Point
Comfort. We fell in with the sixteen
feet launch "Wewahitchka" under