. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). ove Well damsel snapped the cam-era. After that the instrument went out of com-mission. It may have been because the Brewer and Beautiful Bermuda his wife were posing, or it may have been for anyother reason, but the fact remains it would notwork. In the midst of the succeeding argumentthe Love Well damsel mounted the cart. Ather imperious command the Patriarch started histeam and the way was clear to the Lighthouseroad. The two army men shaped a course for theshade of the ammunition house. Half way to the turn in the road up Mount Hill,we came to
. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). ove Well damsel snapped the cam-era. After that the instrument went out of com-mission. It may have been because the Brewer and Beautiful Bermuda his wife were posing, or it may have been for anyother reason, but the fact remains it would notwork. In the midst of the succeeding argumentthe Love Well damsel mounted the cart. Ather imperious command the Patriarch started histeam and the way was clear to the Lighthouseroad. The two army men shaped a course for theshade of the ammunition house. Half way to the turn in the road up Mount Hill,we came to a cove in which, with tackle on hermasts, lay a boat, heeled over on one side, in posi-tion for overhauling. Several men were paintingand scraping her keel. The boat was The Secret—the first pilot boat launched in Bermuda Artist on this information unlimbered hissketching materials and got busy. The vessel wasa trim looking craft, and if the stories they tell ofher prowess are true, shehas seen a lot moreweather than many a full. 88 Isles in Summer Seas rigged ship of five times her size on the stormymain. We learned that she rode out the hurri-cane of 1896, when seas in the land-lockedharbor raced over the Government buildings inConvict Bay and on Ordnance Island. This detail the Artist picked up from a boat-man—a typical St. Davids Islander, who was amember of her crew. The Artist was very partic-ular about this sketch—it was his first on St. Dav-ids and the fortieth in the series. Further alongup Mount Hill we passed the Brewer and his was a heavy woman, who labored excessivelyin the climb. A little way along, my attentionwas attracted by the sound of a plaintive bleat,apparently emanating from a patch of cactus andcedars on the roadside. It called for little weakling kid disclosed itself, hopelessly en-tangled in the rope by which it was tethered. Istooped to loosen the cord. The Brewer and hiswife toiled by. They had speculated as
Size: 1906px × 1311px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookpublishernewyo, bookyear1913
