"I am going on a mile further to Sachacha Pond, ladies," he remarked; "will you drive there, or directly home ?" "There, if there is time to go and return before the bathing hour," they answered.
"Quite.

I think," he replied, and the carriage moved on, he with Max and Lulu, and several of the young gentlemen of the company following on foot.
Sachacha Pond they found to be a pretty sheet of water only slightly salt, a mile long and three quarters of a mile wide, separated from the ocean by a long narrow strip of sandy beach.

No stream enters it, but it is the reservoir of the rainfall from the low-lying hills sloping down to its shores.
Quidnet--a hamlet of perhaps a half dozen houses--stands on its banks.
It is to this pond people go to fish for perch; calling it fresh-water fishing; here too they "bob" for eels.
Our party had not come to fish this time, yet had an errand aside from a desire to see the spot--namely, to make arrangements for going sharking the next day.
Driving and walking on to Quidnet they soon found an old, experienced mariner who possessed a suitable boat and was well pleased to undertake the job of carrying their party out to the sharking grounds on the shoals.

He would need a crew of two men, easily to be found among his neighbors, he said; he would also provide the necessary tackle.

The bait would be perch, which they would catch here in the pond before setting out for the trip by sea to their destination--about a mile away.
Mr.Dinsmore, his three grandsons, and Bob Johnson were all to be of the party.