An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . erboard lapslreak boat and unrestrictedpersonal liberty, in off hours of boyhood, and there is no better kindergarten forthe angler than its broad expanse and the tideways of its indented shores; andinasmuch as the greater part of my tuition was acquired at Brooks & Thatchersboathouse with the hopeful son of the senior partner as my inseparable com-panion—unless I chanced to take up with Charles F. Hotchkiss or George , of East Haven, who were much older men—we two, John and I, soo
An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author . erboard lapslreak boat and unrestrictedpersonal liberty, in off hours of boyhood, and there is no better kindergarten forthe angler than its broad expanse and the tideways of its indented shores; andinasmuch as the greater part of my tuition was acquired at Brooks & Thatchersboathouse with the hopeful son of the senior partner as my inseparable com-panion—unless I chanced to take up with Charles F. Hotchkiss or George , of East Haven, who were much older men—we two, John and I, soonlearned the caprices of that changeful Mediterranean and all its belongings, andhow to shape the Teazers course accordingly. And John is living yet—atMinnetonka. We knew every rock, ledge and reef, and every spit, spar-buoy andspindle from Charles Island to New London. We made the acquaintance of the light-keepers at Marvins Point and Faulk-ners Island, and were solid witli the hotel-keepers at Branford Point, DoubleBeach, Stony Creek, Thimble Islands, and Savin Rock, Sam Upson, Malachi. K I .\> King, and the rest. Once on a July day we made for the land in time to avoida thunder squall which was coming up in a threatening manner. There werequite a few sailing craft in the offing. Being less prudent than we, several werecapsized, and the Teazer ran out picked three men, who were strangers,off the bottom of a yacht that had turned turtle. Some fifteen years afterwardsI happened to be in Savannah, Ga., and was telling the incident to Fred Sims,of the Morning News, when he exclaimed, I was one of those three men! Charles F. Hotchkiss was a forty-niner, and I saw him start that year inthe brig, Gen. Armstrong, from the end of The Pier at New Haven, for the longvoyage around Cape Horn to San Francisco. There he set up in a tent one ofthe hob-nailed iron safes used in those days, and that was the first bank of de-posit in California. George Townsend was a man of
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