The date of November 2, 1907, will be long remembered by all those who went to Portland with the team. It was without doubt the largest crowd that has ever attended a game away from the Hill. About three hundred fellows went down on the Friday night boat. It was a beautiful evening, with the sea as calm as the proverbial mill-pond, and the fellows made the best of it. The Band and the Glee Club gave numerous selections in the main saloon, and cheering was constant.

On Saturday night a heavy swell and a strong south-east wind were the attractions. Scenes of excitement were on every side. The boat rolled and tossed, and before long every one was seeking some point of equilibrium, but it was a variable quantity. One bold seaman lashed a life-preserver about himself and calmly lay down to sleep in a life boat. The crash of crockery in the galley was constant. The rail was lined with those admiring (?) the waves, and many a chalky face betrayed the toll that Father Neptune was exacting.

"Say, Bill, do you think this old tub will ever weather the storm ? " was heard on every side.

Although the trip was tremendously exciting, not a man would have missed the touch of sea life, whether sailor or no. Contrary to the expectation of many the gallant vessel finally docked, with three feet of water in her, and a tired but happy crowd left her for terra firma and the Hill.