Written and published in New York in 1876. Yachting as well as Fishing are the subjects of this interesting story. (258 pages)
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Chapter I. Getting Ready ----- Chapter II. A Splendid Run ----- Chapter III. Bits of History ----- Chapter IV. Among the Rocks in a Fog ----- Chapter V. Trout and Mosquitoes ----- Chapter VI. Larks and a Chat ----- Chapter VII. A Sand-bank and a Fight ----- Chapter VIII. Scenery and Fly-making ----- Chapter IX. A Salmon and a Fox ----- Chapter X. Along Prince Edward's ----- Chapter XI. Chaleur and Percè ----- Chapter XII. Indian Canoes ----- Chapter XIII. Enough, and Home.
......In a work so unpretending as this a Preface is hardly needed. My book would never have seen the light but for the kindness of friends. They listened so patiently to my repeated recitals of adventure that I was tempted to seek a larger audience. I have had three objects in view in elaborating my log: First, the happiness it always gives me to talk about the ocean; second, the hope of giving pleasure to others; and, third, my desire to induce yachtsmen to venture into blue water. If I fail in the last, I shall fall back cheerfully to the other two; and if the second be unattainable, then the pleasure I have had in writing the book remains, and I am quite content.
......I desire to give public expression of my gratitude to the Rev. M. Harvey, of St. John's, Newfoundland, who sent me maps and public documents concerning an island which offers special inducements to the angler, the hunter, and the explorer—which island I hope to visit some day, when I shall be under still greater obligations for his kindness; also to the Massachusetts Arms Manufacturing Company of Chicopee, Mass., which very generously presented me with a couple of the justly celebrated Maynard rifles for my expedition. I had the pleasure of using them on some small game, and am perfectly willing to trust them against larger game when the opportunity shall present itself.
......And so I launch my little craft into what I hope will prove to be the sea of a kind and friendly criticism.
......THERE is no love so absorbing as a love of the ocean, and there are few pleasures in life half so sweet as drifting on the current or facing the gale in a trim, well-built, and weatherly yacht.....but on the ocean the scene is changed not only with every change of wind, but with the ever-varying force of the wind. In the morning you have the gentle zephyr, just filling your sails and curling the water into little fantastic ripples which rise and fall on the regular swell with the perfect rhythm of poetry, and in the afternoon a heavy blow from the east, coming like a giant with his whip and driving the frightened waves before him until they rise from the surface in snow-capped ridges, all the while muttering their deep-voiced mournful music, which just colors your consciousness of the grandeur of the picture with a pale shade of fear. At one time the clouds seem to be looking at themselves as though the sea were a mirror, and you watch the shadows as they play at hide-and-seek with something of the interest with which you watch the moods of a child's face; then from horizon to horizon, unbroken by intruding island or rock, stretches the somber gray which makes you feel that Nature herself is sad. At another time the sky, absolutely cloudless, shines like burnished silver, into which has been thrown the faintest possible reflection of blue, while the heat pours down with torrid power; then you rise and fall on the watery undulations, and your reefing-points rap the sails with a conscious impatience. Ah! there is nothing half so sweet in life as a full, deep, and open-souled communion with the sea.