By way of Cape Horn : $b four months in a Yankee clipperStevenson, Paul Eve
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By way of Cape Horn : $b four months in a Yankee clipper
Stevenson, Paul Eve
Hosea Higgins (Ship); Seafaring life; Voyages to the Pacific coast
at it like Kilkenny cats, so that the air quivered with blasphemous
discharges. It was quite astonishing to hear the mate answer back with
such intrepid vehemence, and they kept it up so long that the captain
lost his sight; for when he removed his sextant the sun was falling,
which didn’t add very much to the geniality of his temper. Scenes of
this sort are heralded with the most intense joy by the men, who turn
their heads away to hide faces which actually glisten with delight.
Latitude, 43° 13′ south; longitude, 58° 24′ west.
+July 4+
We celebrated Independence Day not with pyrotechnical demonstrations,
but with a remarkable barometric performance: it fell seven-tenths of
an inch in ten hours, from 30.40 to 29.70, and this with an ugly look
to windward. The breeze began to freshen late yesterday afternoon,
and at five o’clock in came the fore- and mizzen-royals. At table,
the various utensils suddenly began to jump about, which was very
astonishing, inasmuch as the sea was almost perfectly quiet half an
hour earlier. The breeze kept on making, and when we came up from
supper, at six o’clock, the captain ordered the main-royal- and
mizzen-top-gallant-sail clewed up. At this time the ship was diving
heavily, and it was time to take the fore- and maintop-gallants off
her, too; the skipper had just concluded to furl them, when, with
a great weltering plunge, the ship pushed her lofty flaring bows
completely under a coaming sea, and then instantly rearing back, the
enormous mass of water was projected with terrific force against the
forward end of the forecastle-house. It smashed the lee door like
cardboard, though it was three inches thick, and then washed aft like a
Hooghly bore, absolutely filling the lee decks to the rail with solid
water,--that is, it was six feet deep in the scuppers, and it seemed
incredible that any bulwarks could withstand the strain; yet the water
ran off in a few minutes, leaving no further trace of its power than a
snarled mass of running gear which had been lifted off the pins. Good
luck that the lookout had just been ordered to the top of the house
instead of the forecastle-head, or there wouldn’t have been much of him
left after that sea had struck him.
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