St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-09-12
VIGILANT THE VICTOR.
HER WHITE WINGS WOW THE RACE
OFF SANDY HOOK.
WILL DEPEND AMERICAS CUP.

Beantiful Trial of Speed by YES
sells of the New York Yacht
Club to Decide Which Shall
Try Conclusions With Eng
lands Swfftcst SaiIer The
Race in Detail.
New YORK, Sept. 1l.-Vigilant and
Victor is the banner the New York
Yacht club will swing from its mast
head during the coming great contests
for the Americas cup. Tonight the
cup committee chose the Morgan
ISelin boat as the cup defender,
for the out and out c3nter-boarder,
the true Yankee type OF sailboat,
has proved herself wonder i'll all
weathers. She lives or wind, and can
hold enough of tough weather IN those
great sails of hers to ship the seas open
from Sandy Hook to Fire Island. She
walked away from the rest of the cup
defending fleet today in wind that
came screaming across from England at
the rate of twenty-five knots an hour.
1t was an English wind. but she ate Der
way into it as Georgia negro eats his
way into watermelon.
A cleaning sea, that lay like all I'M
broken sheet OF beaten silver to the
East; blue sky shot with flying clouds,
and wind that Sbrilled through the
rigging with nasal twang that sounded
like the voice of Uncle Sam. Red in the
faces of hundreds Of pretty girls, white
in the foam that flew from the soaring
hulls,and blue in the rolling deep, where
the big flSh and the little fish put their
noses together and marveled. Uncle
Sans colors throughout. and yet there
were men ousr there on the staggering
craft who turned up their noses and
their trousers ana vowed that the big
seas over which they were climbing
were mole hills compared 10 the beau-
tiful creations blown up by the wind
Of the Isle of Wight. There
were girls out there who averred
that the QUalmS which they
were suffering were American qualms,
and therefore vulgar; but let it go.
Time at last makes ali things even. and
if the bias OF these English jacks is not
whelmed under the glorious folds of the
old flag on Sept. %, many yachtsmen
will miss their guess.
GETTING READY FOR THE CONTEST.
The four big racers did not look very
gay as they were toWed out past the
hook by procession of black and grimy
tugs. There is no poetry in the soul of
tug, anyway. They simply lay hold
and do things. The yachts looked like
big lily-whlte butterflies in the
grasp OF Splders. Inside the
hook the sea was respect
ably quiet. But outside it climbed and
roared away in waves as steep as the
roofs of the old Dutch houses of Am
sterdam. One by one the tugs cast Off
their hawsers, and then the racers be-
gan to tumble on their own RESPONSE
biiity. The smash of their Shearing
bows as they leaped into the great
head seas, sounded like the thump
of a pugilist's glove against the nose of
an adversary. ALI Of them had housed
their topmasts aud were staggering
along under mainsaiis and jibs. They
had nothing to do for a few minutes but
hump around and get the hang Of their
sea wings. In the meantime the scat
tered feet was f1ouudering about next
door 10 Jones' locker. Very miserable
some of the smaller craft looked, too.
AT 10:30 or tbereabouts the little brass
cannon on the port side of the May shot
an imaginary hole right through the old
Scotland lightship, and then the Colonia
and Vigilant began to strew the ocean
with enough tackS to lay large carpet.
The jubilee and Pilgrim held away to
leeward, and to all appearances were
not anxious to start with their New
York rivals. Ten minutes more
of marine Waiting, and again the little
cannon doomed. A minute later the
green -bottomed Colonia reared her long
nose over the line, followed closely by
the Vigilant. Hardly had the two lead
ing hulls slid over before they swung
about on the port tack and went careen-
ing away like twin gulls. The Pilgrim
and Jubilee evidently intended to
have a private battle Of their own.
Five minutes after the Vigilant and
COlonia got away third gun was fired,
and the two Boston boats came tearing
for the line on fast sprint. The
Jubilee got there first by about min
ute. As soon as the Pilgrim had
crossed the flock of big and little steam
ers began to churn away to the best of
their ability, and the long, laundering
whip to windward had begun.
Then faraway look began to come
into peoples eyes. Their compilations
took on sort Of pea-green hue. their
conversations we're limited and some
of them cast their bread and other
things upon the waters. 1t was very
rough.
EXCITEMENT RAN HIGH.
"Vigilant is bearing up to the wind
ward" howfed somebody with his hand
enough, the center Doarder had gone
palpably to the windwarI of the Col
onia, and was buclling along like an
ocean broncho, with the spray whoop-
ing up from her bows in grand
| white fleur de lis. Poor Colonia !
she hung on gamely for a while,
and then stood off by herself to
| the northwest. She looked like lonely,
storm-worn dove. The Jubilee was out
pointing and seemingly outfooting the
Pilgrim. The weather did not seem TO
fit the latter at all. All at once some
body on board one of the big steamers
| groaned in loud voice. There had
been great deal Of groaning going OH,
and nobody paid much attention to it..
| The groan, however, was from a man
with bet on the Jubilee.
''She's broken the jaws of her gaff, -
he walled. In an instant a thousand
glasses were on the black Paine boat.
| The head of the mainsail where it
Joined the mast was dropping badly.
The Jubilee was plunging harder than
ever through the rolling rills of green,
/ but small. fy-like figure started up
/ the reeling mast, stopping, cling