On shore I was greeted warmly by Ruth Heartz and her father 
     
     and mother. At their beautiful summer-cottage they extended me 
     
     every kindness as well as a “lodging for the night" and next morning 
     
     came down to the beach to see me off. 
     
    
   
   
    
     As I started away, I though how much easier it would be to 
     
     “portage” over to Mt. Stewart and head down the Hillsboro‘ River 
     
     and back home to Tea Hill. As a glance at a map will show, I was 
     
     now directly opposite the point on the South side of the Island from 
     
    
   
   
    
     which I had first started my venture. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Musing, however, on Ulysses’ words: “for my purpose Ira/(1’s 
     
     T0 sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, 
     
     until Idle. ”I resolved to “smite the sounding furrows”, and pointed 
     
     Tota north straight out Tracadie Bay. 
     
    
   
   
    
     First thing I realized I was out in the Gulf about a mile from 
     
     shore, such was the amazing force of the dropping tide. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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