No sooner had sleep come, it seemed to one of the crew, than "Turn out, you fellows!" was the Cap's command; and turn out they did, in spite of the fact that it was barely six o'clock.

Thus were they rudely, not to say roughly, awakened to the first morning of their cruise. On rising they could not help thinking with pity of the poor mortals left to swelter in the heat of New York, while they were just commencing a two weeks' respite from business worries.

The heat was so intense that, although with some misgivings, all hands were induced to take a plunge into the somewhat doubtful-looking water of the East River- that is, the two brothers did, but His Nibs and Bones had to climb over the boat's side, and hold on for dear life. All hands were considerably refreshed by the performance, and the mud that could not be rubbed off was easily disposed of by rubbing it in. The details of breakfast-making were next on the programme, and by seven, all sat down to oatmeal as course number one, steak as course number two, and criticisms on the cooking served with coffee, for course number three, the fourth course being a solo performed by Bones, with the washing-up mop, two inches of hot water, a small piece of soap and a drying-cloth.

After breakfast the crew got the Irene under way, and the Brooklyn Bridge was reached early in the forenoon. A tow was now agreed upon, as it is always difficult and sometimes dangerous to sail through this part of the East River. A tug was hailed, and the following interesting little dialogue ensued between the captains of the respective boats : Ours "Hello, Cap! Where are you bound?"

Theirs "College Point."

Ours: "How much to take us?"
Theirs "Ten dollars."

Our Captain was observed to smile slightly at this stage of the proceed

clever throw of the line, and an equally clever catch by His Nibs, and all was made taut. Away the Irene went at a spanking pace, the crew wondering if a compromise could not have been made for half a dollar had they held out a little longer.

His Nibs, even when we were under steam, could not sit still a moment. He must be everlastingly tugging at ropes, pulling sheets, tauting bow-lines and doing a hundred and one things-in the proportion of one necessary and one hundred unnecessary. The Cap fooled about

with the wheel, and Lazy worked very hard at his pipe, for he was wonderfully energetic at this sort of thing; and Bones- well, he meandered around, trying to sort out the ropes and find, by tugging them and making many inquiries, which was which; but he finally desisted, with a chaotic idea of main-sheet, toppinglift, down-haul, throat, etc., and a brilliant conception of a fortune to be made by the inventor of a ship with only one string to

pull.

At 9:30 they were off the lighthouse of Blackwell's Island, going along at a rapid rate, and everyone pleased with himself and each other - but then, this was the first morning of the cruise. College Point was reached without disaster, although the yacht was sometimes pretty well submerged. We cast off the line, bade good-bye to three slips of green paper and also to tuggy, then set sail to

pleased at the prospect of stretching themselves a little on Mother Earth.

Everything was made ship-shape, and the crew regaled themselves with a swim, the cold shivers, cigarettes and hot soup; then made themselves look pretty, and prepared to astonish the natives. After supper the finishing touches were put to their already multitudinous charms, and by six o'clock they were ready to go ashore - that is, three of them

the eastward. Before noon we had passed Whitestone, and our indefatigable steward had prepared a great and gorgeous feast. The washing-up process was next performed with its usual good style and superior finish; and by 1:30 o'clock there loomed up in the perspective of the mental horizon of the crew, the prospect of a lazy afternoon.

The wind was favorable, so all sail was set, and little handling was necessary as the Irene pointed directly for Huntington, still on the Long Island shore. She was snugly anchored there by half-past four o'clock, and the crew was greatly

were, and two hours later, the Captain had quite finished his toilet. Arousing the others, who had fallen asleep at their posts in the Captain's gig, sometimes called the "dingey," they pulled ashore.

At II o'clock, keeping country hours, all were in their floating bunks again, and the next impression that reached the brain of Bones was the gruff, "Get up, you! from the Cap, which startled the crew next morn

ing. He was always getting up. The rest declared that they never knew such a man. Sunday morning, too, and only seven o'clock ! Quite three hours before one's usual Sabbath time of rising; but orders must be obeyed, and so they "got.'

Our "second day out," as the trans-Atlantic passengers put it, was uneventful. It was commenced much as usual-with a regular scramble for breakfast. It was then discovered that Lazy was short of only fresh water, sugar, milk and a few other sundries, but after obtaining the first, it was decided to forgive him the rest - for there was no help for it.

After the morning meal, some time was spent in deciding whether or not to run across the Sound to Black Rock, on the Connecticut shore; but when all arguments had been heard, the Captain put his foot down and the Irene scudded away under double-reefed canvas, and an excellent run was made to the destination of the day. Black Rock was reached toward the middle of the afternoon, and after making every. thing snug, the hungry yachtsmen indulged in a well-earned supper, and were rewarded for the poor dinner endured. Then followed the interminable washing up again, a most absurd arrangement, for the things were made as dirty as ever the very next meal by the untidy crew, and the washist was ever in despair at the large pile of dishes and things in front of him.

When plans for the evening were being talked over, the attention of the crew was called to a very pretty girl dressed in a dark-blue sailor costume, who was being rowed around in a prim little boat by somebody's brother. Visions of more loveliness

ashore decided the sailormen, and they agreed to spend the evening on land. Darkness soon followed, and out went the anchor lights and ashore went the crew. His Nibs, at the landing, expressed some little dissatisfaction at the way Bones drove a few of his teeth down his throat in making what he thought to be a graceful side spring from the dingey; but some people are never satisfied. However, the charming surroundings, which had been partly anticipated from the view at a distance, restored good nature, if not the lost teeth.

A mile's walk brought them to a trolley road, and a ride of three miles brought them to Bridgeport. Here the evening was spent in the dissipation of ice-cream parlors, fruit stores and cigar emporiums. After a couple of hours of this kind of revelry, the Captain finally called the crew to order, and the return trolley trip was made in safety. They embarked in the dingey and tumbled into their floating home, and turned in before midnight.

The skipper ordered that the first

"BONES."

man to awaken should call the others, for he wanted to get under way by five in the morning. Now Bones was asleep at midnight, and awake half an hour later, owing to an overdose of sunburn on both ears; and according to instructions, he roused the others. To his surprise, they were most unappreciative of his obedience, and positively refused to rise; so poor Bones had to grin and bear it alone unable to sleep, in spite of "that tired feeling.' Doubtless because it was now forbidden time, he did eventually get both eyes closed in forgetfulness just before five, only to be rudely awakened a little later.

It was still early Monday morning when the Irenians tackled breakfast with their usual fortitude. Having set sail during the process of preparation they were well on their way to Clinton by the time that meal was finished. There was not much wind, and even the "not much" died out completely two or three hours later.

A swim was then indulged in, much to the delight of His Nibs, who was an expert at this sport. He could actually take one stroke unassisted and two with help. Bones was really a champion, doing nearly three strokes alone, and the Captain, ever ready to acknowledge great achievements, immediately dubbed these two the "life-saving crew." As for Lazy, he thought that he could swim, merely because he flopped into the water fathoms deep, from the end of the bowsprit, got about half a mile. away and then came in on his back; but of course, the others knew that . the tide took him out and the wind brought him back. The skipper, more dignified, as became his superior position, contented himself with a majestic dive, a leisurely movement of the arms and legs, and a very sedate return.

By

The breeze finally freshened and away went the Irene at a comfortable rate, with no time then for the crew to get out of their bathing suits, for more sail had to be set at once. noon they were off Indian Neck, and Clinton was reached at six o'clock, and anchor cast. After beautifying themselves, the yachtsmen started for the shore to seek what the town could furnish in the way of innocent amusements.

The Captain, on landing, sent a walking delegate to the back door of a hotel, where arrangements were made for fresh water and ice. This done, blithely the crew tramped to a nearby village of a dozen stores, to buy out the groceries for the commissariat department. An early start was made for the return, that they might take it easy with their heavy loads of provisions, of course. By distributing the burdens and cheering their way with "melody," they soon reached the dingey, and once on the Irene they turned in by ten o'clock, being many hours behind in sleep, due to the Captain's insane idea of starting before daylight every morning.

O this day, pisciculture has

"T° nowhere produced results

which can be compared to those obtained in the United States, in no other country has this industry attained the same degree of development, perfection and success," wrote Raveret-Wattel, a French authority, in 1880. This statement was true seventeen years ago; it would be true if made to-day.

Many causes have combined to force the United States to take the lead in pisciculture, the main reason being the incarnate rapacity and stupidity of the early settlers, who found the rivers and the streams filled with the choicest fish, but handed them on to posterity choked with rubbish, and in many cases obstructed by impassable dams. From the Connecticut to the St. Croix, every New-England stream that could float a salmon was thronged with them, and folk were kept awake at night by the splashing of the fish as they forced their way over the shallows-at least, that is one of the fish stories handed down along with the depleted rivers.

For two hundred years, matters went from bad to worse. In season and out of season they netted, speared and trapped the fish, and even went so far in their folly as to erect dams shutting the fish off from their spawning-beds and bringing about. their extinction in a very few years. Thus it has come to pass that NewEngland servants no longer have to entreat their employers not to give them salmon more than twice a week. On the contrary, the employers usually have to content themselves with canned salmon from

Pacific coast, or with fish brought frozen from their home in the St. Lawrence.

About forty years ago this country

awoke from its apathy, and Yankee ingenuity is now as busy in hatching and planting fish as it once was in exterminating them. The first experiment in the United States is said to have been made by the late Dr. John Bachman, in 1804, when, as a boy, he impregnated the ova of "corporal" and brook-trout. Little was done for fifty years after this, however, until the "fifties," when many minds began to study the subject. In 1853 Dr. T. Garlick and Professor H. H. Ackley, of Cleveland, were at work hatching ova in a small way, and in 1857 they wrote a book upon the pisciculturist art. Many others soon became interested in the work, though little progress was made in the next few years.

Until 1864, the one aim of the fishculturist was to raise trout, generally for the market, though sometimes for re-stocking exhausted streams; but in that year the fish commissioners of the New England states moved in the matter of artificial propagation of the salmon, with a view to replenishing streams that had once teemed with fish. Seven years previously the Hon. George P. Marsh had made a report to the general assembly of Vermont upon this subject, and the action taken in 1864 was evidence that the seed had fallen on good ground, although the harvest had not followed immediately upon the sowing.

Dr. Fletcher, of Concord, was sent to the Canadian province of New Brunswick to procure adult salmon with which to re-stock New Hampshire rivers. Two years later he repeated his visit, and again in 1867 the indefatigable Doctor journeyed. into the old fishing-ground of the Abanaquis, and got ico,000 eggs as a reward, not more than about five per cent. of which proved fertile,