The New York herald. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1920-1924, 1920-11-02


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Smith of the Gorton Pew Company was
standing near the skipper.
Marty looked to Russell and said
you represent the owners. Russell"
ITO hell with the owners" said Rus
sell. and Marty held her to IL. and -
the Delawana swung off. We were sc
close together at that time. that our
main boom hung over the Delawana' S
quarter rail as she want off on her heel
We swept safely by the surf ridden
ledge, and that settled the race. Up to
that time we had doubts of winning
Clear of the ledge Marty said: INC
more luffing-I think 7 can lay her
straight for the buoy" And he so laid
her. And side by side we ran the
next three miles Cor whatever 1t was)
to the last turning buoy.
Looked Like One Boat.
There was another pretty race with
the wind increasing, the Delawana, by
reason of her lighter draft. held her
own. Almost held her own. She was
still to weather of us. but we were
footing faster as the wind made. II
came to our scuppers again and we
drew out from under her. 1t became
q Ddltie now 10 see WHO cOulu turn lha'
last buoy first. Men on the destroyer
said that we looked like one boat, so
close were we, as we neared the buoy.
Whoever turned the buoy first would
have the weather gauge, and the
weather gauge would be of great help.
All the superior knowledge they might
have OF slants Of wind off the high shore
would not avail them when we could
make tack for tack with them, for the
Gloucester lady was at her prettiest
going to windward.
We turned the buoy first, the Della
wana's bowsprit as we turned being al
most over our taffrail. We of the crew
were by this time working like men in
a battle.
IAN hands to the main sheet" said
Marty, and twenty-five men stood by
to pull the long sheet in. AS she came
about we grabbed it and drove the
length of the deck forward on the dead
run. Again we did that. And again.
By then we could take it in hand over
hand.
Drive her! Drive her!" was about
all we could hear along the deck. We
must have beat the Delawana's crew a
full minute in getting in the main sheet.
Wind Favorable at Last.
The wind was coming fine now and
there was a drive of rain. We tucked
under the weather rail and with a driv-
ing rain beating on the back OF our
necks. And we let it beat. We had been
sitting on the wet deck all day and a
little more wetness was not going to hurt
U.S. And from the rocky western shore
to tho rocky eastern shore Mary drove
the vessel. Jam up to the rocks he sent
her. and as the sea swished through our
scuppers the crew slapped their hands
to the deck and said "Attaboy.' partly
to Marty and partly to the vessel.
"a full nova good full-Marty-
she loves a full!' roared Roy Patton
The lower she rolled the more loudly
he roared It.
sight then. The cheering crowds on the
steamers and tugs we passed told las
that If we did not know it ourselves
Everybody in Halifax said that the
Esperanto as she finished at an eleven
knot clip in Saturdays race was the
greatest marine picture they ever saw.
She must have been as great a picture
in q different way as we finished to-
day. 1t was a clear sky Saturday with
the bright sun shining down on smiling
blue waters. 1t was a murky day to-
day with the low black clouds driving
across the heavens.
A Thrilling Finish.
Hard a lee!' the skipper would yell,
and 1t was shifting of tacks and q
hauling on sheets and halyards and the
rocks sliding away under our boiling
stern. Tackle on your staysail Sheet"
Tackle on your balloon Sheet"
Tackle on your fore sheets. Tackle
on your main sheets!" John Mathison
would yell when about she came.
And the gang jumped to toggle on the
chains and they swayed on the tackles.
We had one less tackle to handle when
the heavy steel chain balloon sheet
parted. 1t was a yell of hoarse voices
the skipper could hardly speak from his
seven hours at the wheel He never left
it. not even to go below to get a cup of
coffee during those seven hours. and
John Mathison when he gets warmed
up has a voice which is about as smooth
as breaking surf
Through the waiting craft in the har-
Dor we went and swish past the crowd
on the breakwater. There was a toot-
ing OF whistles, n cheering of crowds
and a gun cracked out. In that muzzling
six mile drive for home we beat her
seven minutes. A lady by the wind
we think so. And then we went to our
slip. the cook stuck his head out of. the
fo'c'sle hatch and yelled Supper In a
voice as loud as even John Mathison' s
own and down the foc'sle companion
way piled the first gang. Those who
stayed on deck shook hands with the
people who jumped aboard.
We sail for Gloucester Wednesday.
Mayor Brown says he is going to de-
clare q holiday there. He should