Henry Griffin had concluded to stay at home for one trip, and was fishing with Sam Hadlock, in a canoe, about three miles to the southward of Elm Island. Tempted by the fineness of the day, a large number of the neighbors were fishing near them. Among the rest, Uncle Sam, Captain Rhines, and Uncle Isaac, all in Captain Rhines’s big canoe.
“What’s that, Hen, coming down the bay?”
“Whereabouts?”
“Why, off the sou’west pint of Elm Island.”
“A canoe.”
“It don’t look like a canoe to me.”
In a short time Sam said,—
“That’s not a canoe; she’s got two sails, and is coming down ‘wing and wing;’ there’s no canoe round here with two sails.”
Henry now viewed the strange craft more narrowly as she came nearer. At length he said,—