The age-herald., 1899-10-11
BIG YACHT RAGE
 AGAIN POSTPONED Fog Prevents Racers from Leav- ing Their Mooring Buoys. SIR THOMAS DISAPPOINTED Next Attempt Will be Made Tomorrow and Daily Thereafter Until Series
 is Completed-Noth Done
 on Board the Shamrock
SIR THOMAS DISAPPOINTED

New York, October 10.-TIard luck con tinues to pursue the big single stickers. On three days last week. when the yachts made attempts to sail, light, fiuky winds left them stranded on the course when the time limit expired. Today a fog prevented them from leaving their mooring buoys inside the spot of land which forms Sandy Hook at the entrance of bhe lower bay. This was by far the most dismal iasco of all City and bay were done up in gray swa thing cloths of impenetrable i...Sts when the yachtsmen jumped out of bed this morning to get look at the weather and there was gloom and dismay l.ong the water front. The old salts sniffed, saw the mist wraiths and shook their heads. Moth ing doing on the ocean today" was their sage verdict. But the weather bureau, with Its eccentric meteorological methods, had predicted fair weather witfS freshening winds today, and a few chung vainly to the hope that the weather bureau prog nostications would turn out to be true.
 Only the poor, misguided public went like lambs to the slaughter. They backed Uncle Sam's weather bureau. They went, but not in such numbers as formerly They nave
 
 to restore their confidence and enthusiasm. The fog had let down its blank gray cur tains all around them. The circle of vision was barely 200 yards in diameter. The yachts were completely shut off from the rest of the world as if they had been inside a big circus tent. The gray water matched the gray mist, and plotted out sky and sea line. The sun tried to bore into the gloom, and once or twice its dim outlines, looking like shining silver dol lar could just be discerned through the haze. There was no wind. to lift the cloud of mist that literally rested on the water. If anything, the cuItain seemed to grow denser as the time for the yachts to get impossible for the yachts to put to sea in such weather. Sir Thomas and Mr. C. Oliver Iseiin had concluded at o'clock not to run until the fog had lifted and there was suitable breeze. So the big sloops lay idly at their moorings. Their crews loafed about the decks with nothing to do but wait The prospect of a race was never at any time good enough to even justify them in removing the covers from their mainsals
 About tnem lay the little fotilla of bottle holders who attend upon the fighters of the deep-tenders, tugs, barges and launches Sir Thomas Lipton and his guests aboard the yacht Erin and the flagship of the New 1ork Yacht club, the CorsaE, with Con- modore Morgan and his guests, were within hailing distance of the yachts. Through the mists came the untitled clang of the great fog bell at Sandy Hook, tolling it's warning to marines, while from the dis tance fioated in the deep wall of the fog horns of the excursion steamers as they felt their way outward toward the starting line. Shortly before 12 o'clock the commit tee boat which had gone outside to take the last look around returned and reported no indications of a change in the weather so the formal announcement was made that there would be no race today. Soon after ward the excursion fleet which had been drifting about in the vicinity of the light ship got wind of the decision of the com mittee and one by one they began to ap- pear in the circle where the racers lay, looking like ghost ships as they struggled through the wet mist in Indian file. By