Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1953-08-10


my partnership with Tony were
nearing an end. The partner
to date had not been very sue
cessful. but if our financial status
had been better, things might
have been different.
Much depends on the success
of such a partnership on a VEN
ture such as ours. One author
has warned. Never take part
ner who is bigger than your
self, as he can easily dump you
overheard"
A state Of violence never oc-
CURED on the Deben Peace. True,
we had only actually been at
sea for about 10 days since quit
ting Britain. However, I had
known Tony since we were babes
in arms, so it was not the terse
disagreements that caused me
to think of disSolving the part
. nersh1p. I felt detected when
Tony was i'll and wanted to help
him, but here we were, on a
proposed crossing of the Allan
tic in a small craft. Would we
have to abandon the idea or
could I go it alone?
With these thoughts in mind,
on the third day after leaving
Gibraltar we discovered that we
could not enter Port Lyautey be-
cause of the terrific swell. This
decision disappointed Tony, for
We had to push on to Rabat and
attempt an entry there.
was sure that the short dis
lance would not allow time for
the seas to abate and my opin-
ion was confirmed by the sight
of the broiling surf right across
the harbor mouth. But Tony in
sisted that we attempt the en-
trance. I refused and a row be-
tween us was averted by my
spotting a danger signal flying
from the pilot station warning
us against attempting to enter
the harbor.
Then we sighted Fedala, but
we spent another damp night
waiting near Fedala, and not far
distant was the glow of Casa
blanca. At daylight Tony took
the helm, weak and hardly able
to talk because of sore throat,
and steered for the harbor Of
Fedala. We had no charts. I
thought we were going wrong,
but we got by the danger Of
rocks and that straightforward
entry to the port was something
! shall always remember.
Z AS We felt ourselves on smooth
water, the turbulence of my
mind was eased and I decided,
with perfect GOODNESS, that I
would become the sole owner of
the cutter and would put it into
9 effect at this harbor.
AS soon as we tied up along
side another craft, Tony went
into the cabin and reappeared,
looking wan and i'll. An Arab
boy rowed Tony ashore when
he asked, as best he could, where
in CaSablanca he could get medi-
cal treatment. He returned
sooner than I expected and, be-
cause his voice failed him, pen
ciled a note saying that he had
been soaked for an introduction
to the hospital in Casablanca.
He packed his bag and left. I
promised to see him the next
day.
When I did see Tony at the
hospital, he still had to resort
to writing notes, as his voice was
completely gone. BY pencil he
asked me if I was really going
on eventually to the United
States. I nodded. That day I
gave him my check for his share
of the boat and so forth.
Yacht Owner and Broke.
So. in Morocco, without any
means of support, I was a yacht
owner who was determined to
cross the Atlantic. Fedala to
Casablanca, about IA miles, I
made on a calm day-October Is,
1852, one that also nearly saw
the end of my shipowning days.
The temperamental engine
took me out of Fedala Harbor
and then, with my Deben Peace
under sail, I began to round the
cape, the last promontory before
CaSablanca. Then, to my great
chagrin. the wind died and the
engine refused to start. drifted
along the rocky shore with whis-
perS of wind. PRESENTATION
poured from me, not so much
because of the heat, but because
OF fear that the craft might be
tossed on the rocks.
But disaster was averted and
! had the satisfaction of enter