American boys afloat : $b or, Cruising in the OrientOptic, Oliver
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American boys afloat : $b or, Cruising in the Orient
Optic, Oliver
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"I borrowed the North Atlantic Directory of Captain Ringgold when I saw
him looking it over. It treats mainly of prevailing winds, of tides and
currents," replied the captain. "I had read in some other book that a
current from the Atlantic always sets into the Mediterranean through
the Strait."
"Faix, Oi'd think the big say'd git full, loike an Oirishman at
Donnybrook Fair," interposed Felix.
"The Directory don't take that view, and says it has sometimes been
known to flow outward," added Scott. "But there are currents near the
shores which set out on the tide."
"Then we seem to be mixed up in a lot of currents," said Louis. "Felipe
is very anxious to know what speed the Maud is making; for he says her
usual rate used to be ten knots an hour, though she averaged only about
nine during our voyage from Madeira to Tarifa. He has been at work on
the engine, and he thinks he can make even more than that out of her."
"Begorra, she is makin' ut loively this afternoon," suggested Felix.
"It is easy enough to come at it," replied Captain Scott. "I gave out
west south-west for the course when we were just two miles off Europa
Point, from which we take our departure. When the lighthouse at Tarifa
bears north by the compass, we shall have run fifteen knots."
"That's it to a hair!" exclaimed Louis. "I knew it was to be done in
about that manner."
The steamer continued on her course for over an hour along the north
shore, and as the distance from the land increased the captain looked
out for the bearings of Tarifa lighthouse.
CHAPTER XIX
ENTER ALI-NOURY PACHA AND THE FATIMÉ
There were two compasses on board of the Maud, and Captain Scott had
one of them on the forecastle. Using his ingenuity, he had arranged a
couple of sights so that he could accurately obtain the bearing of the
Tarifa lighthouse.
"Now we have it!" exclaimed he at the right moment.
"Two: forty-five!" shouted Louis, as he looked at his watch.
"We took our departure at one: thirty, and we have made this distance
in one: fifteen, fifteen miles," added the captain.
"But that is incredible!" protested Louis; "for that gives her twelve
knots an hour, and, according to your statement, we have been going
against the current that always sets out of the Strait."
"The Directory does not admit that it always sets that way, though it
does so nearly always," said Scott. "Besides, the statement is that the
tide sets out near the shores on both sides. It is in the middle of the
Strait that the great current runs into the Mediterranean, and only
the last five miles of our course was anywhere near the middle. It is
plain enough to me that we have been helped by the outward current near
the land, and retarded the last fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Swing six and cast out noine, and ye's will come to ut," laughed
Felix, who did not take so much interest in the discussion as his
companions.
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