The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1895-09-09

race. What they saw in the early
| morning was about what all the early
corners on the score of excursion boats
| saw when the crowds We're making
ready for what they hoped would be a
day of rare pleasure. That these hoped
in the face of conditions that We're any
| thing but pleasing was their misfor-
tune. drifting match is not the sort
of thing that would arouse enthusiasm
in the breast of anyone but the most
| wildly enthusiastic yachting crank.
A drizzling rain, with intervals of
clearing weather, but with threa tening
Clouds was what the people in New
York, who had made up their minds
to go to the race found when they ven
tured from their homes after hastily
swallowed breakfast. These people
went to the Peck, as they did to host
of other excursion boats, laden with wa
terproof wraps or umbrellas. or at least
with some sort of protection against
| the storm that they were sure was to
come to mar their pleasure. A band of
| lusty-lunged musicians blowing away
on brass instruments welcomed them to
the boat and played lively marches
while the early arrivals rushed about
the boat to secure seats from which
they could get a good view of the race.
| Then all the timid ones and all those
who had never suffered from seasick-
ness i'm all their lives began to specu-
| late with their nearest neighbors as to
the prospects for the days outing. They
| became a. bit squeamish when it be-
| j ~ l,ot bol hna q
rough night out on the water, and that
| the chances were that there would be
good sea on, with further chance that
| there would be a good breeze that would
send the yachts spinning over the thir-
| ty mile course that was to be sailed.
| Lemons came from unexpected quar-
! tiers, while the rest of the crowd We're
assembling and trying to find the best
| points of vantage that had been left
by the early Corners. Every horse car
and elevated train and cabs that came
rolling UP to the piers brought additions
| to the throngs, and where the Peck lay
moored a host of these arrivals had to
go away disappointed, as all the tick
| cts that had been issued had been dis
posed of by Wednesday night last, and
| the result was that late corners had to
| hustle to find other accommodations
| to take them to the battle ground of the
rival yachts.
| The Richard Peck was one of the last
of the excursion steamers to leave her
dock, and so passengers on her had a
splendid chance to witness the beauti-
full nautical panorama that was being
1 6n,,i ho Tro-
cess of it's formation In front of the
swiftly moving propeller were scattered
all over the gateway to the ocean craft
| of every conceivable design loaded with
people moving on to take a part in the
| formation Of the most marvellous pic
ture ever spread about near the en-
trance Of the metropolis of the nation.
| Gayly dressed were these craft, with
colors of every possible design, from
| the red flags that one is accustomed to
see in front of an auctioneer's estab-
| lishment, through, the whole gamut of
signal flags, into the field of national
colors, and away beyond that into fan
TASTES in bunting went the ideas of the
| decorators, and above and over the
whole conglomeration of Kaleidoscope
delirium there waved defiantly and tri-
umphantly the Star-Spangled Banner
that carried a message to every outgo-
| ing steamer flying the flag of some 9TH
| er country that America rules the wave.
The smaller and more significant the
vessel the greater the display of bunt-
| ing. 1t gave life and color to the par
AIDE, if it did nothing else.
| AS the Peck moved out beyond that
funny fertilization on Governors Island
there doomed up in the offing the black
hull of the Hudson, with Captain Hal
sey's portly figure standing out in relief
from his post on top of the pilot house;
the Wyandotte, flying the flag of the
| Seawanhaka-Co rinthian club, and of
the Yorktown, all of these having been
for the nonce converted from sea-going
craft into pleasure boats to satisfy the
demands of those who wished to get
good views of the races from the decks
of craft that were used to heavy seas
and hard winds.
The ST. Johns was packed with the
members of the New York Yacht club
and their friends, and these it could be
seen included number of young Ia
dies back from the summer outings at
the shore or the mountains.
The great white hull of the Nourma-
hal could be seen moving slowly to the
southwark with all the decorum and
dignity possible for a craft to assume
when freighted with such social lot
of lights as graced her decks. A good
glass revealed the presence of Colonel
John Jacob Aston, minus his gorgeous
uniform; Mrs Aston, in yachting in
stead of golfing garb; the Misses Wynd-
ham Quin, daughters of Lord Dunra-
ven. To leeward was the black hull of
the great Valiant, the ocean craft of w.
K Vanderbilt, and underneath the avn
ings spread both over the forward and
after decks were a party of jolly peo-
pie who did not seem to care that such
a place as Newport had place on the
maps.
Saucy tugs, with very democratic par
ties aboard, who hailed every one indis-
criminately between drinks from bottles
that seemed to be receptacles for lager
beer skipped about here, there and eve
rywhere, making lot of fuss and some
little progress. There were no patrol
boats about to prevent their shippers
from doing what they pleased and going
where they pleased, and the chartering
parties were, as rule, determined on
getting the full worth of their money
Appearances seemed to indicate that
they got it.
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