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et。 There were few better yachtsmen than Phil Adams。 He usually went sailing alone； for both Fred Langdon and Binny Wallace were under the same restrictions I was。
Not long after the purchase of the boat； we planned an excursion to Sandpeep Island； the last of the islands in the harbor。 We proposed to start early in the morning； and return with the tide in the moonlight。 Our only difficulty was to obtain a whole day's exemption from school； the customary half…holiday not being long enough for our picnic。 Somehow； we couldn't work it； but fortune arranged it for us。 I may say here； that； whatever else I did； I never played truant （〃hookey〃 we called it） in my life。
One afternoon the four owners of the Dolphin exchanged significant glances when Mr。 Grimshaw announced from the desk that there would be no school the following day； he having just received intelligence of the death of his uncle in Boston I was sincerely attached to Mr。 Grimshaw； but I am afraid that the death of his uncle did not affect me as it ought to have done。
We were up before sunrise the next morning； in order to take advantage of the flood tide； which waits for no man。 Our preparations for the cruise were made the previous evening。 In the way of eatables and drinkables； we had stored in the stem of the Dolphin a generous bag of hard…tack （for the chowder）； a piece of pork to fry the cunners in； three gigantic apple…pies （bought at Pettingil's）； half a dozen lemons； and a keg of spring…water…the last…named article we slung over the side； to keep it cool； as soon as we got under way。 The crockery and the bricks for our camp…stove we placed in the bows； with the groceries； which included sugar； pepper； salt； and a bottle of pickles。 Phil Adams contributed to the outfit a small tent of unbleached cotton cloth； under which we intended to take our nooning。
We unshipped the mast； threw in an extra oar； and were ready to embark。 I do not believe that Christopher Columbus； when he started on his rather successful voyage of discovery； felt half the responsibility and importance that weighed upon me as I sat on the middle seat of the Dolphin； with my oar resting in the row…lock。 I wonder if Christopher Columbus quietly slipped out of the house without letting his estimable family know what he was up to？
Charley Marden； whose father had promised to cane him if he ever stepped foot on sail or rowboat； came down to the wharf in a sour…grape humor； to see us off。 Nothing would tempt him to go out on the river in such a crazy clam…shell of a boat。 He pretended that he did not expect to behold us alive again； and tried to throw a wet blanket over the expedition。
〃Guess you'll have a squally time of it；〃 said Charley； casting off the painter。 〃I'll drop in at old Newbury's〃 （Newbury was the parish undertaker） 〃and leave word； as I go along！〃
'Bosh！〃 muttered Phil Adams； sticking the boat…hook into the string…piece of the wharf； and sending the Dolphin half a dozen yards towards the current。
How calm and lovely the river was！ Not a ripple stirred on the glassy surface； broken only by the sharp cutwater of our tiny craft。 The sun； as round and red as an August moon； was by this time peering above the water…line。
The town had drifted behind us； and we were entering among the group of islands。 Sometimes we could almost touch with our boat…hook the shelving banks on either side。 As we neared the mouth of the harbor a little breeze now and then wrinkled the blue water； shook the spangles from the foliage； and gently lifted the spiral mist…wreaths that still clung along shore。 The measured dip of our oars and the drowsy twitterings of the birds seemed to mingle with； rather than break； the enchanted silence that reigned about us。
The scent of the new clover comes back to me now； as I recall that delicious morning when we floated away in a fairy boat down a river like a dream！
The sun was well up when the nose of the Dolphin nestled against the snow…white bosom of Sandpeep Island。 This island； as I have said before； was the last of the cluster； one side of it being washed by the sea。 We landed on the river…side； the sloping sands and quiet water affording us a good place to moor the boat。
It took us an hour or two to transport our stores to the spot selected for the encampment。 Having pitched our tent； using the five oars to support the canvas； we got out our lines； and went down the rocks seaward to fish。 It was early for cunners； but we were lucky enough to catch as nice a mess as ever you saw。 A cod for the chowder was not so easily secured。 At last Binny Wallace hauled in a plump little fellow crusted all over with flaky silver。
To skin the fish； build our fireplace； and cook the chowder kept us busy the next two hours。 The fresh air and the exercise had given us the appetites of wolves； and we were about famished by the time the savory mixture was ready for our clamshell saucers。
I shall not insult the rising generation on the seaboard by telling them how delectable is a chowder compounded and eaten in this Robinson Crusoe fashion。 As for the boys who live inland； and know naught of such marine feasts； my heart is full of pity for them。 What wasted lives！ Not to know the delights of a clam…bake； not to love chowder； to be ignorant of lob…scouse！
How happy we were； we four； sitting crosslegged in the crisp salt grass； with the invigorating sea…breeze blowing gratefully through our hair！ What a joyous thing was life； and how far off seemed death…death； that lurks in all pleasant places； and was so near！
The banquet finished； Phil Adams drew from his pocket a handful of sweet…fern cigars； but as none of the party could indulge without imminent risk of becoming sick； we all； on one pretext or another； declined； and Phil smoked by himself。
The wind had freshened by this； and we found it comfortable to put on the jackets which had been thrown aside in the heat of the day。 We strolled along the beach and gathered large quantities of the fairy…woven Iceland moss； which； at certain seasons； is washed to these shores； then we played at ducks and drakes； and then； the sun being sufficiently low； we went in bathing。
Before our bath was ended a slight change had come over the sky and sea； fleecy…white clouds scudded here and there； and a muffled moan from the breakers caught our ears from time to time。 While we were dressing； a few hurried drops of rain came lisping down； and we adjourned to the tent to await the passing of the squall。
〃We're all right； anyhow；〃 said Phil Adams。 〃It won't be much of a blow； and we'll be as snug as a bug in a rug； here in the tent； particularly if we have that lemonade which some of you fellows were going to make。〃
By an oversight； the lemons had been left in the boat。 Binny Wallace volunteered to go for them。
〃Put an extra stone on the painter； Binny；〃 said Adams； calling after him； 〃it would be awkward to have the Dolphin give us the slip and return to port minus her passengers。〃
〃That it would；〃 answered Binny； scrambling down the rocks。
Sandpeep Island is diamond…shaped…one point running out into the sea； and the other looking towards the town。 Our tent was on the river…side。 Though the Dolphin was also on the same side； it lay out of sight by the beach at the farther extremity of the island。
Binny Wallace had been absent five or six minutes； when we heard him calling our several names in tones that indicated distress or surprise； we could not tell which。 Our first thought was； 〃The boat has broken adrift I〃
We sprung to our feet and hastened down to the beach。 On turning the bluff which hid the mooring…place from our view； we found the conjecture correct。 Not only was the Dolphin afloat； but poor little Binny Wallace was standing in the bows with his arms stretched helplessly towards us…drifting out to sea！
〃Head the boat in shore！〃 shouted Phil Adams。
Wallace ran to the tiller； but the slight cockle…shell merely swung round and drifted broadside on。 O； if we bad but left a single scull in the Dolphin！
〃Can you swim it？〃 cried Adams； desperately； using his hand as a speaking…trumpet； for the distance between the boat and the island widened momentarily。
Binny Wallace looked down at the sea； which was covered with white caps； and made a despairing gesture。 He knew； and we knew； that the stoutest swimmer could not live forty seconds in those angry waters。
A wild； insane light came into Phil Adams's eyes； as he stood knee…deep in the boiling surf； and for an instant I think he meditated plunging into the ocean after the receding boat。
The sky darkened； and an ugly look stole rapidly over the broken surface of the sea。
Binny Wallace half rose from his seat in the stem； and waved his hand to us in token of farewell。 In spite of the distance； increasing every instant we could see his face plainly。 The anxious expression it wore at first bad passed。 It was pale and meek now； and I love to think there was a kind of halo about it； like that which painters place around the forehead of a saint。 So he drifted away。
The sky grew darker and darker。 It was only by straining our eyes through the unnatural twilight that we could keep the Dolphin in sight。 The figure of Binny Wallace was