The Clam Bake That Defined a City

Arriving at Tacoma after dark, we went directly from our cars to the boat, which awaited our coming to carry us to Seattle. Notwithstanding the darkness, hundreds of citizens of Seattle greeted us with shouts and cheers on the wharf, and gave us a glorious welcome as we launched upon the placid waters of this beautiful inland sea. As we neared Seattle, a most enchanting scene was presented. Away in the distance, a brightness like the rising of the sun was seen, and as we drew nearer the scene grew brighter and more beautiful. The whole city was decked in regal splendor. Away up on the mountain side was the masterpiece of the illumination: the words 'Public School' standing out in bold relief, which could be read several miles off. Arriving at the wharf, we were greeted by hundreds of citizens whose cheers reverberated across the Sound. By invitation of our entertainers, we proceeded from Seattle to Port Blakely, just across the bay, for a clam bake. The process is simple: a fire was built on the stones lining the beach, and when the right degree of heat was reached, the coals were raked off and layers of clams were deposited. Over this heap were laid wet grass and leaves which served to keep in the heat and steam. At the proper time, the covering was removed, disclosing the bake. Each individual clam had opened the door of its shell; they didn't have to ask that crowd twice. After trying one, I concluded that a man had to be educated up to eating clams. We boarded the boat and were soon speeding our way down the Sound, carrying with us nothing but good impressions and the most kindly feelings for the good people of Seattle.