Ellsworth American., 1923-12-19
A FISHING TRIP.
Final Chapter of Famous Voyage,
with Some Philosophy.
BY A. r. Milliken, SurryD

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The last days of our stay at Long
| Island the monotony was broken by
| the appearance of the strangest femi-
nine creature the writer has ever
| seen She was between sixty and
seventy years of age, tall, bare
| headed, barefooted, thinlyclad, al
| though it was in October. She was
| smoking a clay pipe, and introduced
herself by begging pipe full Of
| tobacco from father. She lighted her
pipe, seated herself beside Capt. Sin
clair, and then blew the smoke in
| the old sea dogs face. The captain
| didn't like this. He said, drolly, that
| that woman had nerve enough to b T.
president of a soap club. She came
daily after that, and begged tobacco.
| The captain named her the witch of
| Endor.
1t had now been about four weeks
since we left home, and our supply
| of both food and money was ex-
hausted. What to do was the ques-
ton. Father decided to ask credit at
the store. The storekeeper was a
small, frail man, but had a cast
iron voice. When father asked him
if we could get trusted for some
grub he replied, in a voice that
could have been heard in every part
of the island, no" | have read of
Stentor, the Greek, whose voice
equalled the voices of fifty men, but
I'm sure that that venerable gentle
man had nothing on that Long Is
land storekeeper for voice. Father
never thought to refer that merchant
to Dunn's or Bradstreet's for our
financial standing.
We marched back to our barracks
in single file, solemn procession of
two men and a boy. We were the
most discouraged, disheartened, de
pressed lot of human beings that ever
visited that island, On the way,
Capt Sinclair suggested that we
pray for the Lord to change the wind.
Father didn't take much stock in the
captains suggestion-said he had
prayed a thousand times, and so far
as he knew, his prayers had never
been answered. But he said we
might try it, as it might do some
good.
That night, in the smoky, dimly
lighted room, these two men prayed.
The captain prayed first, and de-
manded that the Lord give us fair
wind before daylight the next morn
ing. Father was more diplomatic.
He explained that we were in hard
circumstances, and asked the Lord to
kindly shift the wind The next
morning the wind was fair. Father
always claimed that our prayers were
answered. Perhaps so. I can't prove
they were, nor can | say they were
not We left the island the follow
ing morning by daylight. We never
as much as said goodbye to the
storekeeper
About noon, we reached Colts
Island in possession of three ever
increasing appetites. We secured
sleeping accommodations for the
night with a man by the name of
Rich, who lived in one of the small
camps on the bar which separates the
two pools. Rich was a kind-hearted,
generous man, who willingly divided
his small supply of food with us.
During the afternoon we were the
center of attraction. Men, women.
children, old and young, came from
every nook and corner of the island
for one satisfying look at us. The
people on Colts Island seemed
rather curious, yet they were kind
hearted and friendly. We slept that
night in Capt. Rich's hut, packed in
like sardines The next morning we
| left for home. Whether we left
more yermin than we brought away
| don't know. 1t isn't likely that |
shall ever know.
When near Goose Cove, we went
ashore in search of clans We hadn't
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