The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1916-04-22
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come.
| At Race Point.
Or you may choose Race Point for
your visit. You find the road a mile
and half from Provincetown lifting
slowly, and at the top you stop to
look beyond upon the long reach of
sand. heaped into curious mounds,
with the curving shore and the heav-
ing sea beyond. Amid these sand
mounds the road winds along. then
I climbs abruptly to the summit OF a
| CHI. and there at the top are the
three gray buildings of the Race
Point station.
1t may be your good fortune-or Ill
fortune, as you choose-to be at
Peaked Hill when a storm RACES The
sand is beating like ocean spray on
the windows of the station house and
the rain is coming down in sheets
Your experience is likely to be that
of man who few years ago spent
several days at one Of these stations
He thus told of the temerity with
which he went out into the storm and
of his rather speedy return
I'VE ate our breakfast by lamplight.
as the windows were battened up for
safety against the fury Of the storm.
noticed the morning patrol washing
at the kitchen sink. It's a howler.'
he said sand in mouth. throat, ev-
erywhere. coming up in bucketfuls;
eyes near knocked off me-
Peaked Hill in a Storm.
"All this was just what had hoped
for. l wanted to see the real thing.
and no half measures: SO after break
fast put on my thickest clothes. sup
plemented with borrowed invest
err. and started out. Started. howev-
er. hardly described my exit from the
station. for on opening the door | was
literally hurled into space. The rain
could stand; it was the sand, the
ever-shifting sands. that needed a
stronger physique than mine to keep
time to their war dance. This sand
can pile up outside your door three
feet of night, can in one day take
all the paint off your house and make
1t white and clean as bleached bones.
can SO cut the glass Of all your win
dows that in a few hours they are
useless. all transparency gone out of
them.
up the beach forced myself. en-
veloped in this dazzling drift Blind
ed and bewildered by 1t, buffeted yet
by the on-rushing torrent Of |
air. was obliged to own myself
beaten this time: my face was suffer |
ing as il cut by knives. | forced nv |
way back with even greater difficulty,
for the wind was off shore entered |
the house once more with gratitude.
The men said nothing about nv !
speedy return: one merely muttered !
to another: mo need for the lad to
punish himself"
The Men and Their Lives.
If you can ingratiate yourself with
,hese men and stay at station for
several days. you will get a rather
complete notion of the life they lead
=,
he rescues they have accomplished.
The guardsmen are as class
Teatherbeaten and strapping fellows.
'ecruited largely from the Grand
3anks and Cape Cod fishermen. Many
" them commanded vessels on the
Banks before entering the service.
Most Of them also have been local
'ilots. Therefore they are very fami-
ar with the waters and coasts to
which they are assigned, and in case
# war they would be likely to be
cry valuable because OF their local
and their general all-round
bility.
Theirs is a military service. The
uardsmen are actually enlisted. for a
ear at a time in every case. with the
rivilege Of re-enlisting within few
avs after the expiration of their
me. when the service would be re-
arded as continuous. Many of the