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
The wind when we reached the deck was rapidly increasing and had
knocked us off to south again, with a bad, greasy look to windward,
and it was raining heavily. The men were hauling on the lee
maintop-gallant-clew-line and buntlines, while Mr. Rarx was settling
away the halliards and swearing that never, since Noah took charge of
the ark, was there a slower gang on a ship’s deck, as he ordered four
hands aloft to put the gaskets on the sail, the wind blowing their
oil-skin jackets up over their heads as they trotted up the ratlines,
exposing them to a hard drenching in the pelting rain.
During the forenoon watch we sighted a sail, which was doubtless
the “Judas Dowes” again. It is astonishing how enormously a slight
elevation will add to the visibility of objects at sea. From the deck,
for instance, this vessel was sunk to her royals, and at the moment it
was utterly impossible to tell whether she was a ship or a bark; but by
mounting to the top of the wheel-house, only seven feet above the deck,
all three of her upper topsails were in plain sight.
We saw Louis Jacquin fly into a regular Frenchman’s passion yesterday
afternoon while shifting the sails. He was at the lee upper
mizzen-topsail yard-arm, putting the finishing touches on some gear,
when the second mate shouted up to him, “All ready to sheet home?” To
which he answered, “All ready, sair”; evidently misunderstanding the
question; for no sooner did those below man the sheet on which Louis
was seated than crack! went that individual’s black head against the
under side of the yard, and he was then thrown off to leeward, only
preventing himself from going over for good by a piece of wonderful
agility. Oh, what a rage he was in! He thought that Mr. Rarx did it
intentionally, and the atmosphere smoked with foreign imprecations;
and even at that distance we could see his angry blue eyes (he has
china-blue eyes and raven hair) snapping and popping away as he roared
down, “Eh! well, sair; what is zee mattair below? Do you want to heave
me ovair side wiz your sheet?” and it was several hours until he
recovered his composure.
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