Just before titution closed for t  my teacion at Breer, on Cape Cod, ed, for my mind ive joys and of tories I  the sea.

    My most vivid recollection of t summer is t air; but I ;Our orldquot; a description of tense longing to toucy sea and feel it roar. So my little  leaped ement  to be realized.

    No sooner o my bat t upon t t of fear plunged into ter. I felt t billo motion of ter filled me e, quivering joy. Suddenly my ecstasy gave place to terror; for my foot struck against a rock and t instant ter over my  out my o grasp some support, I clutc ter and at tossed in my face. But all my frantic efforts o be playing a game ossed me from one to anot , and everyt out from trange, all-enveloping element--life, air,  last, s neoy, tant I eac of tender embrace! As soon as I ly to say anyt; salt in ter?”

    After I  experience in ter, I t it great fun to sit on a big rock in my bat and feel er e covered me. I felt ttling as t against terrific onset, and tions. to gatier leap, and I clung to tense, fascinated, as I felt the rushing sea!

    I could never stay long enougang of tainted, fresing t, and tiny living creatures attaco it never lost tion for me. One day Miss Sullivan attracted my attention to a strange object er. It   one I  of  it very strange t  suddenly occurred to me t  make a delig; so I seized ail  pleased me  took all my strengto drag  leave Miss Sullivan in peace until s troug  next morning I  to trougment ter at time; but little by little I came