Part 21 (2/2)

And rubber coats, and blankets

Jonathan! Should we camp?

Might have to.

Lets, anyway.

How does that coast-line run? Wheres a map?

All we had were some railroad maps and an old school geographyjust enough to tantalize usbut we fell upon them eagerly. It is curious what a change comes over these dumb bits of colored paper at such times. Every curve of the sh.o.r.e, every bay and headland came to life and spoke to uscalled to us.

We decided on the September plan, and for the next eleven months our casual talk was starred with inapropos remarks like these:

Jonathan, I know we shall forget a can-opener.

Better write it down while you think of it. And have you put down a hatchet?

The camera! It isnt on the list!

Hang it! Those charts havent come yet!

What can we take to look respectable in when we go ash.o.r.e?

Meanwhile the little boat was stirred out of its long sleep in the cellar, overhauled, and painted, and s.h.i.+pped to a port up in Narragansett Bay. And on the last day of August we found ourselves walking down through the little town. Following the instructions of wondering small boys, we came to a gate in a board fence, opened it and let ourselves into a typical New England seaport scenea tiny garden, ablaze with suns.h.i.+ne and gorgeous with the yellows and lavenders of fall flowers, and a narrow brick path, under a grape-vine arch, leading down to the sand and the wharf and the sparkling blue waters of the bay. As we pa.s.sed down through the garden, we saw a little boat, bottom up, dazzling white in the sun.

There it is! I said, with a surge of reminiscent affection.

That little thing! said Jonathan. I thought you said twelve feet.

Well, isnt it? Anyway, I said _about_. And its big enough.

He was spanning its length with his hands.

Eleven foot six. Oh, I suppose sh.e.l.l do. My boat was fourteen.

Now, dont be so patronizing about your boat. Wait till you see how mine behaves.

He dropped the discussion and got her launched. Is there anything prettier than a pretty boat floating beside a dock!

The next morning when we came down we found her half full of water.

Sh.e.l.l be all right now shes soaked up, said Jonathan, and we baled her dry and went off to get our stuff.

I delayed to buy provisions, and when I came back I found Jonathan standing on the float surrounded by plunder of all sorts. He answered my hail rather solemnly.

See here! When this stuffs all stowed, where are we going to sit? Thats whats worrying me.

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