A Steam-Powered Saturday at the Ballgame

Last Sunday morning the steamer Nellie got up steam and blew her first whistle at half past four o'clock. The Pacific Base Ball Club were to try their strength with the Unknowns at Gamble. The day was delightfully pleasant. After the usual delays of waiting for the last man, we started down the river, a merry crew on pleasure bent.

We reached the mouth of the river; to the right was Priest Point, behind us great reaches of tide marshes, and ahead Flat Island. We glided into deep, blue water and were over the bar at as low a stage of water as ever a steamer crossed before. It is but justice to remark that all the way over and back, everything was done by Capt. Law that could be done to make the trip a pleasant one.

Before we reached Gamble, the boys in blue, the Pacifics, sat down to a light lunch. We were met at the wharf by the Gamble boys, cordially welcomed and courteously entertained. Port Gamble is a beautiful town site. Being Sunday, the mills were idle, but the presence of several large vessels at the wharves and the large commerce indicated the immense business of Puget Mill Company. The chief beauty of Port Gamble is her fruit and flower gardens.

At fifteen minutes of twelve o'clock the game commenced. The game was as fair and impartial as ever was played. Not a word of obscene or profane language was used by either players or spectators. The Unknowns took the lead at the start, and at the close of the game, beat the Pacifics by a score of sixteen. At the close, rousing cheers were given for both victors and vanquished. After the game, the two clubs repaired to the hotel and sat down to a magnificent banquet provided by the Unknowns. It was approaching midnight when we reached the wharf. I have been a five years resident of the Sound, and have never spent a happier day since we have been here.