Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-02-14
A RACE BETWEEN PILOT BOATS
A Sociabie Lot of Furniture--The In
coming Steamer Victory.

A socisbie Lot of Furniture--The In
coming Steamer Victory.
= lNe~ York HeraIdl
The reporter slept like top till about 6
o'clock Then he woke up in hurry.
Pilot 4 eardon was on deck and operating
the maritime vocabulary in way to make
ones hair stand on end Sails were shift.
ing pulleys were creaking. ropes were
flying and the boat was plunging. Could
it mean shipwreckf The reporters first
impulse was to boldly cuddle up in the
berth and be waited to the New Jerusalem
in q recumben; posture. His second was
to make for the deck and perish gal
family among the crew. lie followed the
second
When he struck the floor the boat
lurched to leeward. and the reporter
sought another berth, somewhat impul.
sively. and sat down. Then it lurched to
windward, and he was thrown into the
society of a locker in that quarter Then
it plunged forward, and he avoided col
lision 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 OIL deck. Every one was
having an essentially lively time up there.
Pilot Reardon was swinging the tiler and
;,oInting often TO the fog to leeward.
+ ilot Conley was standing in his stockings
and some other brief apparel, with the
g!ass at his eye. Pilot Crocker was busy
with an outfit Pilots Martin and Shields
were directing the crew.
There she is. A steamer, too, called
out Pilot Reardon. and as he spoke. away
of in the mist appeared the shadowy out
line of a vessel coming rapidly on.
We'll have to run for her, said Pilot
Conley, and he glanced to windward
The reporter looked there, too. Away
off, but full in the course of the incoming
steamer, pair of sails showed up, grsdu
ally coming nearer, and on one Of them a
number suddenly out ashed The re-
porter understood il then. ltwss another
pilot boat. and a race for the steamer was
in progress. The wind freshened Out
swelled mainsail and foresaiL , ut bulged
forestaysail. jib and jib topsail The
water sang about the bow and lsshed the
sides with foam
Up with the coIors," called out Pilot
Conley, and in twinkling q blue flag
fioated aloft-tbe interrogative signal
If a pilot be wanted The other pilot
boat showed her colors, too, and came
swiftly on
A cry from thi cockpit. "he has sack
flying!" and surs enough jack was fly
ing from the steamers masthead-the an
swering signal that pilot was wanted. A
moment of excitement and then another
cry. -Hurrah, she is hauling out for us. =
1t was true. The incoming steamer
gradually diverged from its. course, then
swung around and bore down upon US
head on We had been first sighted The
other pilot boat did not give up the chase,
though. She kept on, and presently q
bright. vivid fash of flame shot up from
her deck, reddening the canvas and pierc-
n; tie mist
-she is burning Torches cried Pilot
Resrjon.
So she was But It was in vain. The
steamer came on. came in full sight and
q few minutes later the Valencia was
abreast of No 3. while yawl with Pilot
Crocker in it. was plunging through the
sea to her, urged by a pair of stout oars
men