Then coming to the later days of the four-poster, there were McMillan’s _Swanhilda_, which in 1894 made the wonderful run of 66 days from Wallaroo to Queenstown; Mahon’s _Oweenee_, which as late as 1913 made the run from Dublin to Newcastle, N.S.W., in 73 days; Troop’s _Howard D. Troop_, which in 1906 brought 3500 tons of wheat from Sydney to Falmouth in 82 days; that extraordinary four-mast ship, the _Lancing_, which in 1908 ran from Christiania to Melbourne in 75 days; Mackay’s _Wendur_, the rival of _Loch Torridon_; the beautiful skysail yarder _Queen Margaret_; Carmichael’s _Glaucus_; and the _Lord Brassey_, which went missing on her first voyage, after having made a fine outward passage of 77 days to Melbourne in 1892. Footnote. [C] This passage of _Cutty Sark_ has been wrongly given in my _China Clippers_. She left London for the second time on 2nd December, not the 12th, as there stated. The mistake was made in the shipping reports of the day and never corrected, and I have only lately been able to prove it. PART IV.—THE NEW ZEALAND TRADE. The age of dear tradition has gone by And steam has killed romance upon the sea, The newer age requires the newer men, And dying hard in corners of the world, The old hands pass forgotten to their graves. The old Colonial clipper is no more, Denied the wool freights homeward, she must seek For nitre on the South Pacific slope. She need not go to China ports for tea, She need not haunt the Hooghly for the jute, Nor beat the Gulf of Martaban for rice, Her time has come and she must pass away; Yet still she holds the passage of the Horn, And when the waterway of Panama Makes islands of the two Americas, She’ll hold the bleak old headland for her own, And round its pitch she’ll fade away and die.— JOHN ANDERSON, in _Nautical Magazine_. The “Mayflowers” of New Zealand. The _Mayflower_ is a name which every school-child in the United States is taught to reverence. In this part of _Colonial Clippers_ I shall deal with the _Mayflowers_ of New Zealand—the beautiful sailing ships which brought the settlers from the Old Country to the wonderful New Country. The memory of these ships and their swift passages round the Cape and through the roaring forties is still green in the hearts of many a man and woman who travelled out to an unknown land with a stout heart and nothing much else, and is now a prosperous and happy member of a great nation. Only lately there was a reunion of all those who had travelled out in one of these ships, that the anniversary of their great adventure might be suitably kept. The name of this ship has already been mentioned in these pages. _The Chariot of Fame_; a name of comfort and good omen it must have been to those who heard the whistle and scream of the mighty westerlies in her rigging on many a dark and sobbing night when the heart of the exile is low and the spirit of the brave pioneer begins to quiver.