New-York tribune., 1885-09-17

domnated-bg and little schooners, big and little cu.
ters big aud little sIoops, rakishlookng skifs win
triangular sails at each end, little steam Launches WIN
! shrll baby whistles, all flying before the wind'
To the distant observer they looked ike inc
down of thistles floating currents OF air.
Up on the Highlands few people climbed the doupie
towers of the castleke lighthouse others sat down at
its basc others clustered along the fence in 'front.' few
invaded the telegraph stational provided with feld
glasses all laughing and chatterlng all betting on the
result without putting up money, but all wondering IN
particular where they to get something for lunch
At IL o'clock q stylish uncovered double carriage
drove among the group of spectators lady sat back
among the cushions langudly giving directions to o
brilliantly arrayed coachman The lackey took high
mahogony stand from the carriage which he placed on
the ground, mounted 1t with long Held
glass and turned crank until tie
instrument swung level with the lady's blue eyes
While she adjusted the feldgass big blue-shirted
fisherman took possession OF a fence post on which he
placed glass equally long, but showing marks Of old
age and hard usage The lady seemed half angry at
first. but after the stalwart fisherman took
q squlnt adjusted his eyepiece and began to tell the
little crowd around him exactly what was taking place
off the Hook, she interested and checked of his
remarks 1t were through her glass. The fisherman
pulled OF his wastcoa pocket old silver watch
"Taint much OF q turnip" he said, but the marine
telegraph man up in the tower thar has given me
the time TO set BY right direct from the Western Union
budln Now that English critter is spinnn' across the
Yankee You seed bigger balloon jbs than them
fears are baggin up the air In and as for pnnaehers
they've got 'em out thar big enough to make Methodist
camp meetin." The bueeyed lady smiled through the
glass at Sir Richard, but she was thinking oi
the fisherman. The yachts got away before the WHO
after huge quarergger with every particle OF her can
vas trying to steal their breeze The Yank don't Ike
dozed by no three master Sec her dodge; nrst sne
Nnso wSr in behind hsI GS on ony then ONE she wants ss
to SEQ how Boston cutchaw eats beans, just tax"
q squint. Tho BrOns have kcg OK beer, which re-
minds mo that tho atmosphere Is little dry on the hi
to-day"
the horizon but failing to observe the ntmated signs oi
lunch ordered her aeSey TO place her own well hlled
blinds the telegraph house and sending the fret dead
leaves OF autumn sclrFyng down the blum. The yachts
Long Branch, tucked away their superfGous sails,
described right-angled triangle ana headed
vacation" said the fisherman, stoically leaving
his glass That ere big cloud may be squal or rain
You Won't have il again on that tack and not much
more on 1t terday Iyouye got any other amo0semeht
along you might mention H. for all you'll see now Will
be alo OF scared yachts getting under Coney Island as
fast as they've got legs That Bron what wanted WING
With" wit n"''' "'''' ''''' =" '"'' ''' w. '''
Tho fisherman took cut an old clay ppo and got
under the lee OF the lighthouse wall Tbc lady In the
the clam boats tossing like corks on the Horseshoe.
The IN the telegraph station came down TO boiled
ham and potatoes. over toward Coney Island host
yHSn'S were running gad IN 0' Ig they SSdind
make the ghtship I'm time for the fnsh The wind in
creased In violence aud people on the hillside held on to
their hats
It was nearly O'Clock when tho fisherman returned
his elafs. The competing yachts suddenly emerged
from tho heavy bank OF haze. making straight
for tho finish. Every shore
missed the Yankees club tcpsa and supposed
IL had been carried away In the gale AL became In
tsnsey excited at the Purans lead under such sup
posed Disadvantages. Tho race was wonderfully
cl0se. Naked eyes replaced glasses; the sun
Suddenly got q lcad on the Clouds new
observing craft swanned down tcwarl tho
liShtshp from the Narrows puff OF smoke noatet OF
toward Florida faint echo Of whistles beat against the
lighthouse ana the fate OF tn6 Americas cup deter
mined Then the fisherman whistled ns he carried away
his OLD worn glass The lady with baecyes smiled on him
as her splendid animals trotted down the incline.
Around the Hook many yachts swept In beauty and
anchored silently la the Horseshoe. The visitors
from New-Yotk rode the bay with sgery moon
.shed t-a far behCd them gazing alternately at H.
aud tho spectacle oitae triumphant works aud
OF gayy coorcd lights of Bay Ridge. where tho victory
OF the day being celebrated IN manner betting
cluster OF steam aud sail yachts