The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-12-27
ON AN ICE BOAT.
A Wild Cruise of Two NOvices-Went
HaIf-Crazy, But Liked 1t.
From the Minneapolis Journal

From the Minneapolis Journal.
Yesterday McMasters and Flynn went
ice yachting. Neither of them had ever
been ice yachting before, and naturally
they were interested. The boat that hrst
carried this pair of worthless athWart the
glittering CLINT is good-sized sloop-
rugged affair, owned by Acton Cross, and
at home on Calhoun. She has been known
to take trips inland, in especially fresh
breezes, but under normal conditions may
be found somewhere within hail or the Ice
house.
Acton Cross was determined he would
show Flynn things about ice boating, ana
Flynn, who had heard that the flight or
an ice boat was akin to falling off q mon
ument wanted to give McMasters a thrill.
The two boarded the ice boat at 10:41:46.
At 10:42:59 they struck the other Shore OF
the lake. whirled around couple OF
times, congra tulated themselves on being
alive, and took a new TACK. MeMasters
was first to catch the wild, reckless de-
sire for aerial flight that besets the Ice
boat novice on his first trip. Flynn mao
. nticipated being discovered by his rela-
RI yes after contact with the shore, ana
Ia with that devoutness characteristic
of ,.lll men. and his own in particular.
whe, Acton pulled the helm. hard over
and l. he ice boat came about with a sWoop
that i 1duced Flynn to say amen IN some
zinc ike record time. Having new
iease a. life. Mr.. Flynn was just about
70 start, a new prayer in more decorouS
and ieislI ely fashion when he was started
Nv a fearf III yell from the direction OF Inc
Syindward 'urfner. The ice boat was un
der way az -ain, and Just as tne , WHO
U@bieb NfcNas ter had perched himself, the
latter opened Z y. o,,+ old man Give.
the old girl her neau' can ' YOU
FIvnn;s ewes be gan to shine ominously.
He wanted to do the entire. proper thlnS
under what seeme to be fearfully RISKY
cnnditionst hut sol 1ehow the tearing,
wild deyilishness on the lcepoat > nlShs
MT ali thoughts of future state out OF
M In he middle of the lake gale was
blowing. II wasn't SD bad ashore, but
ont in the lake sonathmg especlally
adapted to this occasion fbs is was The boats
windward runner was up in the ar az
an angle of fifty, and Mca1asteFs, VINO
was perched up there, didn.t know thlils1
a9 Vow he Wiped. '"Whooee-ee-ee-ee,,,
ee-e-e-e! What's the matter with th ms.
LET 'er flicker = Hl-l-l-l-l-l-l-l!'! (
Si Oh. they . We're V wild--clean up in tn e
air. FLYNN forgot all about haVlng a
wife and family and MeMaseers nroisct l.
enronte to the moon There wasn't a
man aboard except the skipper that ear 20
a continental what l15 opened.
Then The shore line doomed up close at
hand again. and the Lug poaI CANT at 81 -
with a swing that sfsook Flynn OH ne
stern and NcMasters 2 the 1,a eutiie Ward Of
euticle. but that didn't matter Ifpey
climbed aboard again and made the Pr
crit Of the lake five or six times, yen png
like all possessed. Thens cross soy Heo
Of handling the boat and ran ashore,
Near the landing therei Is a smaA zee
boat. and McMasters at once boardeut IL
He did some sailing in sm III water y1cnls
down east once, and thotfght ne hAleN
enough about ii to mana2e a llttle " az az
Ike this one. At first sh dldA rave
very fast, but getting away NroHl Inc sLloIfe
the wind caught her and She Went Ike a
streak for the opposite shDfe. ~ VIZ )
about a mile-a-minute clip, ana NcMat $
ters was trying to figure out how ne won ia
stop when the realization cal ne that the re
was no time to think about IT,, Tor the
wooded bank was advancing ON MIN at an
awful rate. At this startling unctufe Fac
Masters showed his helm har over, aind
achieved the most complete spectacular
triumph of the So season.
The ice boat began to spin round IN a
circle like one of those buZZy tops war
ranted to run five minutes or more she
went so fast that Mac grabbed the filler
with both hands to steady hin tsef, and
the harder he hung on the fast n the ice
boat whizzed The Mortified sailo rs as hore
could see nothing but a ha3y $ lmet hing
spinning round like the base of IA storm
cloud until suddely a black objec eulerg-
ed from the whrling mass, described an
arc lit on the ice fifty yards aw ay. slid
another hundred yards and then lay mo-
tionless. 1t was McMasters, and, strange
to add, he had lost nothing but his NFoice.
Even that was only temporary afaiction,
and the daring navigator is now pr Vel pared
to tell everybody how it happened. \