Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-10-05
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boat-and then endangering the lives Of my
children by chasing around the Atlantic.
We've crossed that ocean in spots three
times, by the way, and in weather that has sent
heavier crafts to the bottom.
I'VE have had 70 take on new supplies from
time to time, getting cheap fresh meats when
we put into port. Also, we have found the
world more than passingly hospitable bestowing
gifts upon us and inviting us about.
LET me relate one experiences we were
coming into New York. In several ports we
had met with difficulty because we could not
afford to take on pilot, according to the GUS
tom, and insisted in plotting our own way into
often treacherous waters
But when we headed into New York. we had
not only the pilot trouble to think about, but
the Coast Guard operators. Seeing little ship
Sneaking in under full sail, they naturally
jumped to the conclusion that we were snug
Cling liquor into port. And out came the guard
boats.
"They asked us what we were doing and
where we were from. AS we talked, the chill
dren romped on the deck and waved to the
officers The officers made a perfunctory search
and went on.
Next morning. while still making our way
In. we saw the Coast Guard boats coming to-
ward us again. We prepared for very dis
agreeable search and cross-examnation.
Imagine our surprise, then, when these Govern
ment men came alongside and passed us big
baskets of fresh fruits and groceries. They said
children"
Emotional tears came to, the shippers eyes
as he related a tale which would doubtless floor
many rumrunner.
IT have never seen such kindness in any
land" he says. 1T was marvellous"
GAS for our trip-wnere haven't we beene
Spain, Africa, the Canaries, England and
the French coast South America And ALWAYS
taxing our time What difference did it make
II we went to this place or that? We would
well laugh at the struggling herds in the world
outside!
Eyes my friends thought had gone clean
daft. And to fit into my dream had to have
the boat manned by men who really loved the
sea-men who loved it so much that they
would think nothing of money merely seekine
to capture old traditions of sailing Yet theV
had to be the most expert of mariners since
we were setting out in a 60-foot ketch
Is it sacrilege to say that one has never
really appreciated his land home? Well that's
how felt about it. Everything was too closely
knit on land-things moved in and crushed. T
wanted my children and my wife to know the
freedom that only the sea can give.
wen, come to my crew. Could get men
VINO were content to live on romance and bright
Illusion? The first two or three men were
attracted because they had read my writings
One of them was a splendid pianist who had
followed the sea for years. Two had warnings
to write. They were, of course youngI The
COOK Is French chef, and very good one He
Is something of poet, as we'll
ut reached the point where I had all out
one man.
81 went to a sailors home and there
found my man-ragged, homeless, without pros
pect for anything better than he had and
quite young. Also bit bitter. He had been
in contact with world that brushes relent-
lessly. He had not heard of the trip. When
he did, he jumped at the opportunity
1.-THE whole thing has been communal since
that day. We all sit at the same mess, and
after dinner, the pianist plays for us and the
boys gather around the piano and sing
There Is more than little old Viking blood
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