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at East Gloucester, are more for the permanent Summer guest than for the transient visitor.

BOSTON AND MAINE R. R. (EASTERN DIVISION.)

Station on Washington street. A. E. Elliott, ticket agent. Summer Season, 1885. Trains leave for Boston

From Rockport at 6.05, 7.20, 7.40, S.30, 10.00 A. M.; 1.20, 5.00, 6.10, 9.00 P. M.

From Gloucester at 6.15, 7.29, 7.48, 8.39, 10.08 A. M.; 1.30, 5.08, 6.20, 9.09 P. M.

From Magnolia at 6.25, 7.37, 7.57, 8.46, 10.16 A. M.; 1.39, 5.17, 6.28. 9.18 P. M.

Trains leave Boston

For Magnolia, Gloucester and Rockport, at 6.10, 8.05, 10.45 A. M.; 2.15, 3.30, 5.00, 6.20, 7.10, 9.20 P. M.

During the season of 1885 a Sunday train leaves Gloucester for Boston at 7.55 A. M.

Mr. Elliott, at this station, will cheerfully render any assistance to inquiring wheelmen. Stages connect here for Bay View, Lanesville, Essex, Annisquam and East Gloucester.

BOSTON AND GLOUCESTER STEAMBOAT CO.,

Foot of Duncan street, Gloucester, Abbott Coffin, agent; Central Wharf, Boston, E. S. Merchant, agent.

Steamers "City of Gloucester" and "George A. Chafee" leave daily-
For Boston at 3.00 and 7.45 a. M. No 3 A. M. steamer Mondays.
Leave Boston af 11.00 A, M., and 3.15 P. M. (excepting Sundays.)
During July and August, weather permitting, on Sundays boats
Leave Gloucester at 6.00 and 10.00 A. M.

Leave Boston at 3.30 P. M.

Single fare, 50 cents; commutation ticket (6 trips), $2.40.

EAST GLOUCESTER FERRY

Leaves foot of Duncan street (Parkhurst's wharf) every 15 minutes for East Gloucester.

Fare, 4 cents each way.

THE ELLIOTT SKATING RINK.

In the way of places of amusement Gloucester is sadly in want. The only really attractive section of the city in the Summer evenings is that bordering the Pavilion Beach and along the locality known as the "Cut" on Western avenue. In this vicinity there is one amusement temple that calls for especial mention here. The Elliott Skating Rink is situated nearly opposite the Pavilion Hotel; it has a skating surface 40 x 116 feet, and is the favorite resort of a large portion of our youthful populace. The proprietor is Mr. Smith, of the L. A. W. hotel, and he has proven a most energetic one, with the able assistance of his manager, Mr. Fred. A. Harbison. A specialty at this place is a series of social dancing parties, on Saturday evenings -it is just the place to pass a pleasant two-hours for our wheelman visitors.

THE CAPE ANN YACHT CLUB.

As many visitors come to Gloucester during the Summer months that are either more or less interested in the yachting matters of the city, I have obtained from the secretary of our local club a list of the several boats over 15 feet water-line, belonging to that organization, together with their respective sizes, rig, and owner's name, as appears on the following page :

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This Club has about sixty members and twenty-five yachts, and is quite a healthy organization. The Club was organized July 28, 1880, and the following are its officers for 1885:

Commodore, Bennett Griffin; Vice Commodore, Frank H. Gaffney; Treasurer, Frank E. Smothers; Secretary and Measurer, H. Frank Sanford; Fleet Captain, John F. Bickford; Trustees, Bennett Griffin, Frank H. Gaffney, William McKenzie.

II-A WHEEL RUN IN '78.

NOTE.-The following sketch of a run made by the author in the early days of bicycling, was written for the columns of a juvenile weekly, and first appeared in the winter of 1879. I give it place here as of more or less interest, with a few slight alterations.

The City Hall clock was just pointing to eight, on as fine a morning as one could wish to enjoy a bicycle spin, and the roads looked their very best after the slight rain-fall of the evening before, as the writer and a companion, "Tommy," made their first vault upon their respective "pig-skins," preparatory to a run of forty miles, and a day's enjoyment. My machine was a Pope "Columbia” of the Excelsior pattern, and was the first bicycle introduced into this city; it was half-nickle plated, and measured fifty-two inches across its forward wheel; it had been my pride for many weeks, and I was warmly attached to it-in fact, I often remarked that five hundred dollars would not tempt me to part with my "wheel," were another machine unobtainable. The saddle was a "patent suspension " a pear-shaped piece of cast iron, hollowed out, and covered with a tightlydrawn piece of "pig-skin," and was the easiest in use. Attached to the rear of the machine, and just beneath the projecting end of the saddle, was a small leathern bag, containing our sundries -oil can, wrench, key, chain, rag, etc.

My companion bestrode a similar patterned machine, though of smaller size. Tommy was a splendid rider, and one I always watched with envy-he could make his fifty miles and scarcely show the cost in the way of "wind.”

Well, all this time we have been gliding along "in our noiseless flight," with the town of Beverly, our destination, fourteen miles ahead. We kept up a spirited conversation, and now and then attempted the "fancy" on the broad and well trodden track. But here we are at the summit of a long hill, with a descent before us, foretelling lively riding, and ere I think we are already upon its surface, and like the wind itself go tearing down the irregular course. Such fun, boys! Get a bicycle, by all means-my word for it, you will never regret its purchase. Continuing on over level ground, up and down steep ascents and falling grades, taking the sidewalk here and there, we finally reach Manchester, one hour from the start, and seven miles on our journey.

At Manchester we carefully oil our machines, give them the customary "shake," to see if "all is well," and then again secure our balance and resume the ride.

Good roads are found all along our route from this place, save a short and gravelly hill as we enter Beverly Farms. I was in advance of Tommy as we were nearing this hill, and intending to ride to the top, glanced back over my shoulder to look for my companion, when my wheel struck a great mound of loose gravel, and over I went to the ground.

We had a most delightful run through Beverly Farms. Here we found an unusually fine road, and over it we rapidly wheeled to Pride's Crossing, where again we tested the racing qualities of our slender wheels to the fullest extent. I held the advance for about a quarter of a mile, then Tommy overtook and passed

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