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said, there must be time and patience. and so great would be the power of the The way must be made clear. I will see forces they might bring to bear on the how the case stands; and you may be child, that her little heart might break sure, when I can in good conscience, I and the saints claim her too soon.” will befriend you."

Well, then, father, come hither to “ Thank you, my father, thank you !" me to-morrow at this same hour, if I be said the young man, bending his knee to not too unworthy of your pastoral care.” receive the monk's parting benediction. “I shall be too happy, my son," said

“ It seems to me not best,” said the the monk. “ So be it." monk, turning once more, as he was leav- And he turned from the door just as ing the threshold, “ that you

should come

the bell of the cathedral struck the Ave to me at present where I am, - it would Maria, and all in the street bowed in the only raise a storm that I could not allay; evening act of worship.

A NIGHT IN A WHERRY.

As the summer vacation drew near, line, and a boat-hook were stowed in the and the closed shutters and comparative bottom. quiet of the west end made one for a The day fixed for departure rose clear. moment believe in the phrase, “Nobody An east wind tempered the heat of the in town,” I had, after some thought, de- sun; but the tide, which by starting eartermined to resist the many temptations lier would have been in my favor, was of a walking tour, and, instead of trust- dead low, and would turn before I could ing to shoe-leather, try what virtue lay round the northern point of the city. Afin a stout pair of oars, and make a trip ter all my traps had been put on board, by water instead of land.

seating myself carefully, the oars were But first, in what direction ? The handed in, and a few strokes sent me careful search of a huge chart and some ahead of the raft. The tide was low, knowledge of the Northern and Eastern dead low, in the fullest meaning of the seaboard led me to mark out a course word; the sea-weed slowly circled and along the shore of Massachusetts and eddied round, foating neither up nor among the beautiful islands which stud down; while the unrippled surface of the the coast of Maine.

Back Bay reflected the city and bridges The cruise was at that time a novel so perfectly that it was hard to tell where one,

and many were the doubts express- reality ended and seeming began. Passed as to the seaworthiness of my boat. ing beneath the Cambridge draw, I turnShe was twenty-two feet long, nine inches ed the boat's head for the next one, and high, and thirty-two wide,-canvas-cover- kept close to the northern point of the ed, except about four feet of the middle city. Seven bridges must be passed ere section, with sufficient space to stow two the bay opened before me. The boat had days' food and water, and to carry all the just cleared the last, when, remembering baggage necessary for a week’s voyage. that no matches had been provided, and The oars were made especially strong not knowing where a landing might be for the occasion, of spruce, ten feet three made, I decided to lay in a stock before inches in length, and nicely balanced. putting to sea. With a narrow shave past In addition to provision and clothes, a the Chelsea ferry-boat, I backed water, gun, a couple of hundred feet of stout and came alongside a raft of ship-timber

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seasoning near one of the docks, tenant- ing seaward. After dining, and allowing ed by a score or more of semi-amphibious the boat to drift while rearranging my urchins, who were running races over the provisions, I took my place, and, getting half-sunken logs, and taking all sizes of the proper bearings astern, bent on the duckings, from the slight spatter to the complete souse. Engaging the services To those who have rowed only clumsy of one of these water-rats, by a judicious country-boats, with their awkward rowpromise of a larger sum as payment than locks and wretched oars, slimy, dirty, and the one intrusted to him for the pur- leaking, trailing behind tags and streamchase, I had soon a sufficient supply, and, ers of pond-weed, or who have only resting the boat-hook on one of the logs, experimented with that most uncivilized pushed off. East Boston ferry was quick- style of digging up the water called padly passed, my boat lifting and falling grace- dling, the real pleasure of rowing is unfully in the swell of the steamer, and I be- known. gan to feel the flow of the rising tide set- Grover's Head went astern ; Nahant ting steadily against her. Governor's Isl

grew more and more distinct. There was and showed rather hazy three miles off; but little wind, and the boat went rocking Apple Island, tufted with trees, looked in over the long roll of the huge waves, cutthe shimmering light like one of the palm- ting smoothly through their wrinkled surcrowned Atolls of the Pacific; and, just face. In sight to the south and the east discernible through the foggy air, Deer were the Brewsters, the outer light, and Island and the Hospital loomed up. A the sails of vessels of all sizes and shapes straight course would have saved at least which were slowly making their way into two miles and avoided the strength of the the harbor. The afternoon was cloudy; tide; but, though my boat drew only three but now and then a brilliant ray of suninches, and there was water enough and shine would fall on islands and vessels, to spare on the flats, the sea-weed, grow- lighting them up for an instant, and then ing thick as grain in the harvest-field, and closing over again. My route took me half floating where the depth was three about three miles outside Nahant and in or four feet, collecting round the sharp full view of the end of the promontory. bow as a long tress of hay gathers round There was now a clear course, except that a tooth of a rake, and burying the oar- occasionally a huge patch of floating seablade, impeded all progress, and obliged weed would suddenly deaden and then me to pull almost double the distance stop the boat's headway, compelling me to against the rapid tide-set of the circuitous back water and clear the bow of the long channels. I worked through the bends strands. It was at first very startling to be and reaches, till the deep, strong current thus checked when running at full speed; of Shirley Gut was to be stemmed, where the sensation being that some one has the tide runs with great force, - nearly grasped the boat and is pushing her back fifty feet in depth of pure green water,

With the resistance come the rush and eddying and whirling round, all sorts of ripple, as the sharp stem plunges through ripples and small whirlpools dimpling its the floating mass of weed. The wind, surface, — with the rushing sound which which had been light and baffling all the deep and swift water makes against its forenoon, after I had passed Nahant, and banks. A few moments tough pulling was abreast of Egg Rock with its little brought me through, and, once outside whitewashed light-house, freshened, and, Deer Island, nothing lay between me and veering to the southeast, blew across my Nahant. The well-known beach and the track. The vessels began to lean to its sandy headland called “Grover” stood force, and the waves to rise. I was then out at the edge of Lynn Bay, and the rise outside Swampscott Bay, about eight and fall of the white surf, too distant to miles from land. The shore was plainly he heard, marked the long reef stretch- visible, with the buildings dotted along like specks of white, and the outlying nasal hail suddenly roused me to the fact reefs showing by the sparkle of the foam that there were other navigators in those upon them. Phillips's Beach, and the isl- seas. “Bobat ahoy! Whar' ye boõund ?” and called by the romantic name of Ram, Giving a stroke with the larboard oar, were now opposite. Half-Way Rock, so I saw, hove to, a fishing-schooner,- her named from being half way from Boston whole crew of skipper, three men, and a to Gloucester, was the point towards boy standing at the gangway and looking which I had been pulling for two hours, with all their ten eyes to make out, if and it could now for the first time be possible, what strange kind of sea-monster seen. It came in sight as the boat was had turned up. My boat could not have rising on a huge wave which broke under seemed very seaworthy, only seven inchher and went rushing shoreward, roaring es above water, disappearing in the trough savagely, with long streaks of foam down of every sea that passed, then lifting its its green back. The elevation of the eyes long and slender bow of brilliant crimson above the water was so small, that, when above the white foam, and the occupant my boat sank away in the trough of the apparently on a level with the water. sea, nothing could be seen above the top The hail was repeated. The answer, of the advancing wave. I had, therefore, “ Cape Ann," did not satisfy them; and to watch my chance, and when she rose, the question, “ Waānt any heēlp?” was get my bearings.

next bawled out. My only reply was by Half-Way Rock is a water-washed mass a shake of the head; and settling back of porphyritic stone, the top about twenty into my place, I gave way on the oars, feet above high tide, shaped much like a and left my fishing friends still looking pyramid, and a few years since was cap- and evidently very uncertain whether it ped with a conical granite beacon, strong- were not better to make an attempt at a ly built and riveted down, but which had been two-thirds washed away by the tre- I now kept on about a mile farther tomendous surf of the easterly storms. The ward the Cape, but found that the time rock stands at the outer edge of a long before sundown was too short to reach it. sand-shoal, and is east of Salem. To the About seven miles distant, perched on a northward, a dim blue line on the horizon, cliff overlooking the sea, was the hospitalay Cape Ann, by my reckoning, about ble mansion of Mr. T., where I was sure eighteen miles distant. I kept on pulling of a welcome and a good berth for my over the swell, which was growing larger, boat, and which snug harbor could just not quite in the trough of the sea, — but be reached by nightfall. The way lay when a particularly large wave came eas- straight across Gooseberry Shoal, on the ing up a little, so as to take the boat more outside of which stands Half-Way Rock. on the bow, the motion was not a pleasant The sea for my small boat was very heavy; one. It was a sort of half rolling, half but, having full confidence in her buoypitching, – very unlike the even, smooth ancy, I drove straight on. Upon the shoal slide of the early part of the afternoon. the color of the water changed from deep The rock soon became plainer, and at to light green; the sea was shorter, much last I rested on my oars to watch the higher, and broke quicker; the waves waves as they broke on its furrowed face. washed over the stern of the boat, buryThe great rollers, which became higher ing it two feet or more, and coming almost as the water shoaled toward its foot, fell into the seat-room. Then she would lift upon it bursting into foam, and jetting the herself free, and ride high and clear on spray high above the half-broken beacon. the backs of the great rollers, which would It was a beautiful sight as the spray broke break and crush down under her, sendunder the shadow of the seaward face ing her well ahead. The sunlight, falling and was thrown up into the sunlight. from behind, shone through the body of Not heeding whither I was drifting, a each wave, making it of the most trans

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parent brilliant emerald, and tinting the stern and lifted her high and dry upon foam with every hue of the rainbow. the beach. And so my afternoon's pull Pulling with the sea is very easy work, of thirty miles was safely and successfully if the boat be long enough to keep from finished, my boat having proved herself broaching to,- that is, swinging sideways thoroughly seaworthy, though my friends and rolling over, a performance which could hardly believe that such a craft dories are apt to indulge in.

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could be safely trusted. After removing on the shoal several reefs, whose black the stores and arranging other matters, ridges are just awash at high tide; past we took her up, placed her quietly upon these the inner edge of the water deep- the grass, and left her for the night. ens and the sea becomes smoother. About The next morning was rather hazy. an hour brought me inside what is call About nine o'clock I took my way to the ed by the dwellers thereabout the "outer beach, and began to prepare for departisland,"— its gray-red rocks tufted here ure. Mr. T.'s house lies several miles to and there with patches of coarse grass, the south and west of Cape Ann. Eastand weather-worn and seamed by surf ern Point, on the Cape, was therefore the and storm, with the usual accompaniment place to be steered for in a straight line, of mackerel-gulls screaming and soar- - perhaps six miles distant. Two miles ing aloft at the approach of a stranger. on, the white light-house on the Point can When within about a quarter of a mile be plainly seen. The tide was rising, and of the shore, I backed round to come up the two lines of ripple met across the on the beach stern foremost through the sand-bar which connects a little island surf. If the surf be high, coming ashore with the beach. My boat was now caris a delicate operation ; for, should the ried down from her night's resting-place boat be turned broadside on, she would and set at the edge of the water. The be thrown over upon the oarsman,

and oars being placed in readiness, two of us both washed up the beach in a flood of waded out with her till she would just sandy salt-water; so it requires some little float, when, quickly and cautiously stepsteadiness to sit back to the coming wave, ping in, I met the advancing wave in time hear the increasing roar, and feel the sud to ride over it. The line of surf is hard den lift and toss shoreward which each to cross, unless one can catch the roller roller gives you as it plunges down upon before it begins to crest. Once outside the sand. Just before coming to the outer the line, I turned and pulled swiftly across edge of the surf, I was seen by my friends, the bar, over which the tide had risen who hastened down the cliff-road to re a few inches, and, bidding good-morning ceive me. Resting on my oars, I waited, to my hospitable entertainers, set off for till, hearing a large roller coming, whose Eastern Point. There was considerable voice gained in strength and depth as it swell, though not much wind. The shore drew nearer to the shore, I looked be- being familiar to me, I was rowing along hind. The crest was already beginning leisurely, recognizing one well-known cliff to curl, as it dashed under the boat and after another, as they came in sight, and swept me in-shore, breaking, as the stern was between Kettle Island and the main, passed, the top of the sea, and carrying when a slight dampness in the air caused me in, full speed, with the food of foam me to turn my face to the eastward, and and spray. After three or four quick I saw coming in from the sea, preceded strokes I jerked the oars out of the row by an advance guard of feathery mist, a locks, jumped into the water knee-deep, dense bank of fog. It swept in, blotting and wading dragged the boat backwards out sea, shore, everything but the view as far as she would float, when the re a few feet around the boat. Fortunately ceding surf let her gently down upon knowing the place, and guided by the the sand, and before the next wave the sound of the surf, I soon neared the servant had taken the bow and I the wet, brown rocks at the inner edge of

Kettle Island. Backing up into a little ment its black crest rose in the trough cove between two huge sea-weedy boul of the wave. One such chance of wreck ders, I waited, hoping that a turn in was enough, and so I kept farther out, the wind might drive the mist seaward losing sight almost entirely of the cliffs. and allow me to keep on. There I sat The sun, meanwhile, was pouring down a full hour, watching the star-fish, and an intense heat, making the fog lumithe crabs scrambling about among the nous, but not rendering the coast any loose strands of the olive-green and deep more visible. I knew that before me, purple rock-weed, which looked almost somewhere, lay the reef of Norman's Woe. black in the shadow, while here and The huge rock on the inside of the reef, there, as it waved to and fro with the separated from the shore by a narrow sca, disclosing patches of yellow sand. strait, I judged must be right ahead, but Very beautiful was this natural aqua not knowing how near, I kept on, caurium; but time was flying, and “ The tiously looking behind, every few strokes, Shoals” were more than thirty miles dis and began to think I must have passed it tant. The mist began to drive in long in the fog, when suddenly, as if it had rifts, and a gleam of sunshine came out, stepped in the way, it rose before me, its but only for a moment. I took advan- top lost in the mist, and with the sullen tage of it at once, and pushed out from drip and splash of the sea on its almost port.

perpendicular sides. I had to back waThe opposite shore of the cove, in the ter with some force, and, skirting the reef, mouth of which the island lies, was dim- stood on till fairly outside, -- when, turnly discernible, and the dense foliage of ing shoreward again, I went on to the the willows surrounding the fishermen's edge of the surf. houses loomed up in the distance, while Resuming my former style of navigaat the extreme end of the Point the sea tion, almost twisting my head off to keep broke heavily on the long protruding a sharp look-out for rocks and reefs, I reef which slanted eastward. I made came to what seemed to be the mouth rapidly for the Point, and reached the of Gloucester harbor, and there stopped outside line of rollers just in time; for for a moment. There was no use in pullthe fog, which had been drifting back ing up one side of the harbor and down wards and forwards and torn in long the other, four miles, while in a straight rents, now closed over again, shutting line to the Point it was only one and a down darker than ever. It was with the half. I had almost decided on rowing the utmost difficulty that I could make out longer distance, however, when I heard the faint gray line of cliff and surf. On a bell ringing somewhere in the directhe whole, however, it appeared best to tion of Eastern Point. It was striking in keep on and feel my way along the measured time, and the sound came across coast, navigating rather by sound than the water with great distinctness. It puzby sight. The shore grows higher as you zled me a little, till I remembered there go northward towards Gloucester harbor, was a fog-bell as well as a light-house on and is, if possible, more rugged and brok the Point. Hoping that the tolling would en than to the south. The chief dan continue, I aimed for the bell as straight ger was from sunken rocks, which every as possible. With a couple of strokes the wave submerged three or four feet, and shore vanished, and nothing could be seen which in the hollow of the sea were whol but fog. Rowing where there is plenty ly above water. I came upon one very of light and yet nothing visible is embarsuddenly, as the wave was swelling above rassing business. One must rely wholly it, and the rock-weed afloat on its sunk upon the sense of hearing, as eyes are of en head looked, for the instant, like the no use in such a case. Fearing that the hair of a drowning person. My boat bell might cease before I got across, I went directly over it, and the next mo bent with a will upon the oars and went

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