. An angler's reminiscences. Fishing. ANGLING DAYS AND ANGLING WRITERS. 11 One learns his salt water lessons early who is reared beside the bright waves of Long Island Sound. Given a good centerboard lapstreak boat and imrestricted personal liberty, in ofif hours of boyhood, and there is no better kindergarten for the angler than its broad expanse and the tideways of its indented shores; and inasmuch as the greater part of my tuition was acquired at Brooks & Thatcher's boathouse with the hopeful son of the senior partner as my inseparable com- panion—unless I chanced to take up with Charle
. An angler's reminiscences. Fishing. ANGLING DAYS AND ANGLING WRITERS. 11 One learns his salt water lessons early who is reared beside the bright waves of Long Island Sound. Given a good centerboard lapstreak boat and imrestricted personal liberty, in ofif hours of boyhood, and there is no better kindergarten for the angler than its broad expanse and the tideways of its indented shores; and inasmuch as the greater part of my tuition was acquired at Brooks & Thatcher's boathouse 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 H. Townsend, of East Haven, who were much older men—we two, John and I, soon learned the caprices of that changeful Mediterranean and all its belongings, and how to shape the "Teazer's" course accordingly. And John is living yet—at Minnetonka. We knew every rock, ledge and reef, and every spit, spar-buoy and spindle from Charles Island to New London. We made the acquaintance of the light-keepers at Marvin's Point and Faulk- ner's Island, and were solid with the hotel-keepers at Branford Point, Double Beach, Stony Creek, Thimble Islands, and Savin Rock, Sam Upson, Malachi. CASTLE. King, and the rest. Once on a July day we made for the land in time to avoid a thunder squall which was coming up in a threatening manner. There were quite a few sailing craft in the ofifing. Being less prudent than we, several were capsized, and the "Teazer" ran out snd picked three men, who were strangers, off the bottom of a yacht that had turned turtle. Some fifteen years afterwards I 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 in the brig, Gen. Armstrong, from the end of The Pier at New Haven, for the long voyage around Cape Horn to San Francisco. There he
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