. St. Nicholas [serial] . : -- \. By Meredith Nugent. It was a glorious day. The breakers boom-ing across the Sculpin Shoals wore the whitestof whitecaps; the cloudlets swept through thesky in a golden chase, while the waters whichhurled themselves against the weed-clothedfoundations of Hunters Head thundered andflung far the jeweled spray, as if in restless im-patience for the contest to begin. They re off! suddenly shouted a group ofexcited boys and girls on Knowltons Point;and by the time I had climbed to that samevantage-ground, the long-looked-for strugglewas well under way. Now, of a
. St. Nicholas [serial] . : -- \. By Meredith Nugent. It was a glorious day. The breakers boom-ing across the Sculpin Shoals wore the whitestof whitecaps; the cloudlets swept through thesky in a golden chase, while the waters whichhurled themselves against the weed-clothedfoundations of Hunters Head thundered andflung far the jeweled spray, as if in restless im-patience for the contest to begin. They re off! suddenly shouted a group ofexcited boys and girls on Knowltons Point;and by the time I had climbed to that samevantage-ground, the long-looked-for strugglewas well under way. Now, of all the boat races that I ve everseen this was the queerest, and even to-day I am unable to tell you whether it was a sailingmatch or otherwise. To be sure, the contestingboats were moved by the wind; yet, on theiroutward journey at least, they did not sail withthe wind on any point; instead, they saileddirectly against it! And who ever heard of asail-boat sailing against the wind? No ; clearlythese could not be classed with sail-boat
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