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The Charming Lass touched the port at the height of its

season--early September--and, because of the shallowness of the

harbor close in, anchored in the bay amid a crowd of old

high-pooped schooners, filled with noisy, happy Frenchmen. There

were other nationalities, too, in the cosmopolitan bay--Americans

setting a new spar or Nova Scotians in on a good time.

The Charming Lass cast her anchor shortly before six o'clock,

having made the run in five and a half hours with a good breeze

behind. Code and Ellinwood immediately went over the side in the

brown dory of the mate and pulled for the customhouse wharf. The

rest of the crew were forbidden off the decks except to sleep

under them, for it was intended, as soon as the bait was

lightered aboard, to make sail to the Banks again.