just before the perkins institution closed for the summer, it was arrahat my teacher and i should spend our vacation at brewster, on cape cod, with our dear friend, mrs. hopkins. i was delighted, for my mind was full of the prospective joys and of the wonderful stories i had heard about the sea.
my most vivid recolle of that summer is the o. i had always lived far inland and had never had so much as a whiff of salt air; but i had read in a big book called "our world" a description of the o which filled me with wonder and an intense longing to touch the mighty sea and feel it roar. so my little heart leaped high with eager excitement when i khat my wish was at last to be realized.
no sooner had i been helped into my bathing-suit than i sprang out upon the warm sand and without thought of fear plunged into the cool water. i felt the great billows rod sink. the buoyant motion of the water filled me with an exquisite, quivering joy. suddenly my ecstasy gave place to terror; for my foot struck against a rod the instant there was a rush of water over my head. i thrust out my hands to grasp some support, i clutched at the water and at the seaweed which the waves tossed in my face. but all my frantic efforts were in vain. the waves seemed to be playing a game with me, and tossed me from oo another in their wild frolic. it was fearful! the good, firm earth had slipped from my feet, and everything seemed shut out from this strange, all-enveloping element--life, air, warmth and love. at last, however, the sea, as if weary of its oy, threw me ba the shore, and in another instant i was clasped in my teachers arms. oh, the fort of the long, tender embrace! as soon as i had recovered from my panic suffitly to say anything, i demanded: "who put salt ier?”
after i had recovered from my first experien the water, i thought it great fun to sit on a big ro my bathing-suit and feel wave after wave dash against the rock, sending up a shower of spray which quite covered me. i felt the pebbles rattling as the waves threw their ponderous weight against the shore; the whole beach seemed racked by their terrifiset, and the air throbbed with their pulsations. the breakers would swoop back to gather themselves for a mightier leap, and i g to the rock, tense, fasated, as i felt the dash and roar of the rushing sea!
i could ay long enough on the shore. the tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought, and the shells and pebb
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