The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-08-19
a RACE BErwrEn PILOT BOATS.
An Event Occurring Almost Daily or the
Track of Incom,ng Vessels.

Track OF EncOmtnR Vessels.
The reporter slept Ike top till about
O'Clock. Then he woke up in hurry
Pilot Rearden was on deck and operating
the maritime vocabulary in why to make
ones hair stand on end. Sails were shift.
ing, pulleys were crealking, ropes were fly
ing and the bout was plunging. Could it
mean shipwreckp The reporters first i'm.
pulse was to boldly cuddle up in the berth
and be waited to the New Jeragals-n in a re-
| cumbent posture. His second was 10 make
for the deck and perish gallan.ly araonr the
crew. He followed the second. Whe. he
struck the floor the boat lurche6i to iseward,
and the reporter sought another berth,
somewhat impnlsively, and sat down. Then
it lurched to windward and he was thrown
into the society os locker in that quarter
| Then it plunged forward, and he avoided n
collision with the table by nearly telescop
Ing the stove. He never met such socia
BILE lot of furniture in all his life. At last
he scrambled on deck Every one was hay
ing an essentially lively time up there
Pilot Reardon was swinging the tilier and
pointing often to the fog to leeward. Pilot
Conley was standing in his stockings and
some other brief apparel, with the glass at
his eye. Pilot Croker was busy with an
outfit. Pilots Martin and Shields were d.
recting the crew.
"There she is. A steamer, too" called
ont Pilot Reardon, and as he spoke, away
of in the mist appeared the shadowy out.
line of q vessel coming rapidly on.
Wen have to run for her." said Pilot
Conley, and he glanced to windward.
The reporter looked there, too. Away
OF, but full in the course of the incoming
steamer, pair of sails showed up, gradual
ly coming nearer, and on one of them q
number suddenly outAashed. The reporter
understood it then. 1t was another pilot
boat, and race for the steamer was in
progress. The wind freshened Ont
swelled mainsail and foresail. Out bulged
forestaysail, jib and jib topsail. The water
sang about the bow and lashed the sides
with foam.
"Up with the colors !" called out Pilot
Oonley, and in twinkling blue flag float
ed aloft-the interrogative signal il pilot
be wanted. The other pilot boat showed
her colors, too, and came swiftly on.
A cry from the cockpit, g She has jack
fying!" and sure enough jack was flying
from the steamers masthead the answer
ing signal that pilot was wanted. A mo-
ment of excitement and then another cry"
Hurrah she is hauling out for u.s."
It was true. The incoming steamer gradu-
ally diverged from her course, then swung
around and bore down upon us head on.
We had been first sighted. The other pilo.
boat did not give up the chase, though.
She kept on, and presently bright, vivid
fash of fame shot up from her deck, red.
dening the canvas and piercing the mist.
''She is burning torches" cried Pilot
Reardop.
So she was. But it was ia vain. The
steamer came on, came in full sight, and
few minutes later the Valencia was abreast
of No. s, while yawl, with Pilot Croker
in 1t, was plunging through the sea to her,
urged by pair of stout oarsmen.--N. Y.
Herald