EXCURSION TO PORT GAMBLE
Last Sunday morning the Steamer Nellie got up steam and blew her first whistle at have past four o'clock.
Early as it was there were plenty of lights in town. At half past five
the boat was to start on her excursion to Port Gamble, and those who
intended to participate were already a stir.
The
Pacific Base Ball Club were to try their strength with the Unknowns at
Gamble. The day was delightfully pleasant. The trip across the placid
waters of the Sound was enough to induce any one to get on board, even
if they took no interest in B. B. After the usual delays of waiting for
the last man and his Mary Jane, the final whistle was blown and we
started down the river, a merry crew on pleasure bent.
Quite an accession to our numbers was received at Lowell, all eager to participate. About seven o'clock
we reached the mouth of the river, the tide was nearly out. Bare mud
flats with nothing to relieve them except a few snags, storks and gulls,
the latter so silent and still that snag or bird could hardly be
distinguished the one from the other, stretched away on our left; to the
right was Priest Point; behind us great reaches of tide marshes, whose
waving tale and wild grasses at this season of the year reminds one of
the half ripe rice fields of South Carolina, and ahead Hat Island, with
its great white sand bluffs crowned with emerald. Between us and deep
water, was a serpentine channel, of shallow depth, whose course could be
followed by a constant use of the sounding rod. We all expected to be
stuck in the mud at every revolution of the wheel. But we listened in
vain for the sound of the bell. On we went, twisting and turning as if
hunting a sea-serpent, heading to all points of the compass, stirring up
the already ruly water, but still edging out towards Hat Island, till
all at once the boat headed up Sound, we glided into deep, blue water
and were over the bar at as low a stage of water as ever a steamer
crossed before.
Many had tumbled out of bed
as early, or rather so late for the boat, that they came aboard before
breakfast. But no matter. We ask for no better breakfast than the one we
all sat down to on board that morning. It is but just to remark, that
all the way over and back, everything was done by Capt. Low that could
be done, to make the trip a pleasant one. Every one was made to feel at
home on board. Not a word of complaint was heard from any one during the
day. May many such excursions fall to the lot of the Nellie, before
Capt. Charley's hair turns gray.
Before we
reached Gamble, the boys in blue, the Pacifics, sat down to a light
lunch, preparatory to the contest to take place immediately on their
arrival. We were met at the wharf by the Gamble boys, cordially welcomed
and courteously entertained.
Port Gamble is a
beautiful town site, and will be a beautiful town, years hence, long
after the mammoth mills have become silent for want of forests to
consume. It being Sunday,
the mills were idle. But the presence of several large vessels at the
wharves and so large a concourse of people, employed in the harbor trade
and manufacture, indicated the immense business of Puget Mill Company.
There are several [best] but no very costly residences. The chief beauty
of Port Gamble is her fruit and flower gardens with which every home is
ornamented. Where such evidences of taste are seen out door, there must
be refinement within. If this is not true of Gamble, the town is an
exception.
The B. B. Grounds are about one
mile from town. A fine road, beautifully shaded, leads out to them. The
ground is not as well fitted up as it should be. There is no convenience
for spectators. It is not level. The brush is too near, and the deep
gulch in rear of the home base is a great draw back. This is no fault of
the club. Suitable grounds are hard to be found anywhere. But, if the
ground is level, all other objections can be overcome. Well our boys
take the hint, and do a little work before fair time. Our ground if put
in order, is every way superior to theirs; But as it now stands, the
Gamble boys are entitled to more credit than ours; for, if we had spent
as much labor on our ground as they have, we should have the best field-
but without more work it is not so good. So take of your coats boys and
pitch in. It will do you good. You need a little muscular exercise, to
prepare you for the championship at the next contest.
At fifteen minutes of twelve o'clock
the game commenced, Mr. Shoe, umpire. W. D. Scott and C. Packard
scorers, with the Pacifics in the field. The game was as fair and
impartial as ever was played, the only advantage being that the Unknowns
were at home and familiar with the ground. The umpire and scorers did
their duty like perfect gentlemen, showing neither partiality or
favoritism. They all three gave perfect satisfaction to the players of
both clubs, and won remarks of praise from the spectators. The most
perfect order and decorum prevailed during the entire game. Not a word
of obscene or profane language was used by either players or spectators.
A great many ladies and gentlemen were present and readily expressed
their approbation whenever a good play was made by either side.
The
Unknowns took the lead at the start. Towards the middle of the game the
Pacifics nearly caught up with them, the former being only two talleys
ahead. But they steadily gained from them till the close of the game,
beating the Pacifics by a score of sixteen. Both clubs showed want of
practice. Each club has some excellent players. Specimens of good
pitching, batting, catching and running were exhibited by several of the
participants during the play. Some difficult flies were skillfully
taken, and many good ones missed. Much wild throwing was done on both
sides, but we think the Pacifics did much more of it than their
opponents. The utmost good feeling prevailed throughout the contest. No
question at any time arose that led to any wordy altercation. The
umpires' decision seemed to be received by all with satisfaction; and at
the close of the game, rousing cheers were giving for both visitors and vanquished, those for the Pacifics, louder than for their conquerors.
After
the game, the two clubs, with a few invited guests, repaired to the
hotel and sat down to a magnificent banquet provided by the Unknowns. We
acknowledge our inability to do justice in words to this tempting bill
of fare, although we showed our appreciation at the time in the usual
manner. The table contained all the epicure could wish, carefully
prepared and in profuse or drinkable abundance. Nothing edible or
drinkable was lacking. All traces of the chagrin of their defeat
vanished from faces of the Pacifics as they beheld this bountiful
repast. The dinner alone, was worth the trip to Gamble; the trip there
and back on the Nellie, with the view of the heavens above, the snowy
mountains with summits lost in the clouds to be seen in every
directions, the mirror like waters of our beautiful inland sea with its
borders of green, reflecting the ever changing clouds, the far off
mountains and the nearer foliage of evergreen forest, is worth a trip
across the continent to behold. And, then, with these beautiful scenes,
free to all, to meet with such whole souled fraternal feeling, is enough to make any one willing to be defeated every day in the year. That
is the way our boys felt, after parting with the Unknowns, obtaining
promise from them to return the visit on October 5th, shaking hands, shouting good bye boys as we left the wharf and waiving handkerchiefs as long as anybody was in sight.
The trip home, mostly by moonlight, was a fit rounding off of a day of unalloyed pleasure.
Crossing
from Port Gamble to Skagit Head we had the best view of Mount Rainier we
ever beheld. No matter when whether from where seen, this hoary old
sentinel of the ages is always grand, magnificent and sublime; but to
see it as we saw it then, with the illusion of the waters of the Sound
stretching far away, seemingly to the very foot hills at its base, its
western visage all aglow with the rays of the setting sun, will
photograph a picture on the brain that live will not efface.
It was approaching midnight
when we reached the wharf. There was no expression of regret by any
participant no signs of fatigue. We believe all hands would have gladly
turned back for a repetition of the day's pleasure. We have been a five
years resident of the Sound, and have never spent a happier day since we
have been here.
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