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FOREST AND STREAM 
[Dec. 30, 1905. 
Off Asbury Park our tender broke away, the painter 
having chafed through on the taffrail. We at once 
hauled on the wind and by making a couple of short 
tacks soon had our boat again in tow. By this time the 
wind had materially freshened and the sea was making, 
giving us quite a little trouble with our tender. At 6 
P. M. we rounded Sandy Hook, having run 80 miles 
from Atlantic City since morning. The wind being fa- 
vorable it was decided to run up New York Bay, al- 
though we were somewhat doubtful about doing so, 
owing to the traffic in the Narrows. Coney Island looked 
like a Fairyland, as we passed, gorgeously illuminated 
with electric lights. At 10:20 we dropped anchor off 
Staten Island Y. C, which ended a remarkable day’s 
run. The entire party w^as pretty well tired out, and all 
hands were soon asleep, assisted, no doubt, by the patter 
of the raindrops on the cabin top. 
Monday morning dawned cold and dreary. After 
breakfast Schmaltz and the captain went ashore for a 
fresh supply of provisions. At 9 o’clock it cleared and 
we started across the bay for East River, which was not 
reached until noon, the wind having again failed us. Nu- 
merous snapshots were taken of the various boats that _we 
passed. A tug towing a small schooner hailed us, a line 
was passed and we were soon going up the river at a 
lively rate, making our way in and out in a skillful man- 
ner among the traffic, which was particularly congested at 
this time. Off Piker’s Island our tow dropped us and a 
light S. breeze carried us around Throg’s Neck into Long 
Island Sound. We had been prepared for a glorious sur- 
prise upon entering the Sound, but the beauty of the 
surroundings surpassed our wildest imagination. Dotted 
with numerous sailing and steam craft of the most mod- 
ern type, it looked indeed like a }^achtsman’s paradise, 
especially in comparison with the muddy^ Delaware. 
As we passed New Rochelle we saw Reliance at anchor, 
but we did not run in close to her, as me had little time 
to complete our long journey. Upon sighting later some 
large sloops in the distance, the temptation proved too 
strong for us and we deviated from our course in order 
to get a better view and possibly some photographs. They 
proved to be sloops of the 51ft. class, and we again stood 
up the Sound. _ . 
The wind continued from the S.W. and we laid our 
course E. H N. for Faulkner’s Island. At dusk we came 
dangerously near being run down by the steamer Dimock. 
This course was held all night, each man taking a trick 
at the wheel, and by Tuesday morning we had Faulkner’s 
Island astern. The wind held to the S.W. all day, and at 
3 P. M. we ran through the Race. Passing to E. of 
Fisher’s Island, we stood by Watch Hill and sailed our 
course due E. for Point Judith. 
Bo thought it best to put in at Newport for the night, 
but the wind still held true and it was decided to try and 
reach Vineyard Haven by morning, a distance of 61 miles. 
Off Point Judith we encountered heavy seas and were 
forced to lower our peak to ease Lavinia up a bit. At 
midnight the wind dropped again, but the sea continued 
lumpy, proving too much for Schmaltz, who lay in the 
scuppers, wishing he was ashore. Bo took the wheel and 
the captain spent the remainder of the night fending off 
the tender, which threatened to come aboard with every 
following sea. Schmaltz being incapacitated, we were 
shorthanded and neither of us got any sleep all night. 
By morning we were well up Vineyard Sound and the 
sea had subsided. 
For the past three nights we had had little or no sleep, 
and it was with difficulty that we kept awake, but the ex- 
citement and our realization of the importance of absolute 
vigilance when in strange waters at night, no doubt pre- 
vented our dozing. At daybreak we were off Tarpaulin 
Cove and stood for West Chop, which we could inake out 
in the distance. Schmaltz had recovered by this time, 
the ladies, tried to cheer us up by a hot and dainty 
breakfast. 
Vineyard Haven is a quaint little town, having an ideal 
harbor with deep water. The shores are dotted with 
cottages aiming more to comfort than expense. Alto- 
gether it seemed an ideal home for the yachtsman of 
modest tastes. 
After putting some provisions aboard we again got 
under way and at 9 o’clock rounded East Chop and 
headed E. by S. from across Rip Shoal Lightship. Quite a 
number of schooners kept us company as well as numer- 
ous tugs with barges in tow. We were becalmed after 
passing Cross Rip for several hours, and Bo and the cap- 
tain took this time to make up for lost sleep. A breeze 
from the S.E. reached us at 2' P. M. and we stood over 
for Handkerchief Shoal. 
Those on board the fleet of big schooners, which must 
at least have numbered fifty boats, often hailed us and 
asked where we were bound. Among the schooners was 
an old, dilapidated looking hulk with the distinguished 
name of Thomas B. Reed. Heretofore we had passed 
every schooner with ease, but this hooker went by us 
as if we were anchored. 
We soon passed Handkerchief Shoal Lightship and 
altered our course for the Lightship off Monomoy Point. 
Instead of going to the E. of the southerly lightship off- 
Pollock Rip, we headed for Pollock Rip Shoals Lightship, 
the chart giving us plenty of water for our boat. Schmaltz 
swore he saw bottom on several different occasions, but 
it must have been imagination on his part. Although the 
wind became somewhat lighter we still made good time, 
and by dark were well off Chatham. All were now in 
good spirits and our trials of the previous night, were 
wholly forgotten. The moon showed clear and bright, 
and it was an ideal evening at sea. We had expected a 
rough trip around the Cape, but it proved the most pleas- 
ant of our journey north. 
By midnight Nausett Beacons were, passed, and at 2 
P. M. we were abeam of Cape Cod Light. Here the 
wind flattened much to our disgust, for we had pictured 
ourselves by early morning anchored in Plymouth Har- 
bor. Little or no progress was made during the re- 
mainder of the night. In the morning we were still off 
Cape Cod Light and there was no prospect of any wind. 
Thursday morning was spent in cleaning up and polish- 
ing brass in order to create as favorable an impression 
as possible when we reached port. A supply of fish lines 
would have helped us pass the time. By noon we had 
nursed our boat in the catspaws, passed Race Point Light 
and steered our course W. S. for Gurnet Light, which 
marks the entrance to Plymouth Harbor. 
At 2 P, M. a light E. Iff^eze sprang up, sheets were 
LAVINIA. 
started and we set our topsail. A haze had settled on 
the bay, making it difficult to see more than a mile ahead. 
At 4 o’clock the captain sighted land from the spreaders 
and the haze lifting with the increasing wind we could 
make out the Gurnet over our port bow. It was dead 
low water when at 5 P. M. we passed the red light and 
started to beat up the 50ft. channel to the town. There 
was hardly room to get headway on before we had to 
come about to avoid running aground, but by careful 
navigation and quick handling of the sails we reached the 
Plymouth Y. C. The harbor master directed us to an 
anchorage and we dropped our mainsail for the first time 
since leaving New York. 
The trip from Maurice River to Plymouth, a distance 
of 424 miles, had been made in six days, wdth practically 
a day lost off Cape Cod. No time was lost in, getting out 
to the house, where we were welcomed with open arms. 
We were royally entertained Friday and Saturday, at the 
same time making up for lost time on mother’s cooking. 
Friday was spent in a pleasant sail about the Gurnet 
and later in the harbor, which proved equally unpleasant, 
owing to the shallow water and numerous bars on which 
we grounded many times but always managed to get off. 
Realizing that our return trip would consume more 
time, as the chances were we would have head winds all 
the way (the prevailing winds ai this time of the year 
being southerly), it was decided to start back Saturday 
afternoon, when the tide would be favorable. Saturday 
morning was spent in getting our supplies and filling the 
water tanks. In warping up to the dock Schmaltz fell 
overboard while trying to fend off and promptly hugged 
a pile to avoid getting wet. It would have been better 
had he got a ducking, for the pile was covered with 
barnacles, which badly laccerated his arms. The captain 
of a tug bandaged them in cylinder oil. In renewing our 
ice supply we noticed that a portion of the ice still re- 
mained which we had put aboard in New York. We had 
a most generous supply of mother’s cookies, doughnuts 
and jam. 
To prevent the tender from giving trouble on the re- 
turn trip an outrigger w^as constructed similar to a yawl’s 
bumpkin, by fastening a pole 6ft. long to the taffrail and 
securing the inboard end to the deck. It was kept in 
position by lines fastened to either side of the stem, 
enough play being given so as not to allow the boat to 
bring up too abruptly. The painter of the tender was 
passed through a ring at the end of the pole and led 
inboard to a cleat on the deck, which allowed the boat to 
run up within a foot of the stern. This scheme proved 
very satisfactory, in spite of the fact that it was criti- 
cised by the crew, as it did not present a very orna- 
mental appearance. 
Our glowing accounts proved too' much for the Little 
Man, who packed his grip and came aboard to sail with 
us as far as Newport. At 2 P. M. Saturday we bade 
our friends good-by and started on our long return jour- 
ney. The wind was S.W., giving us a‘ reach to the Cape, 
which we rounded at 5 P. M., a marked contrast to the 
time consumed in previously crossing the bay. Little 
Man lo,st no time in learning the mysteries of the wheel 
and compass and enj oyed himself to such an extent as 
to refuse to turn in for the night. It was a glorious 
evening and by morning we were off Pollock Rip Light- 
ship, the breeze having held true all night. During the 
night we passed very, close to several schooners, which 
were indiscreet enough not to carry riding lights. Off 
■ Pollock Rip the wind again failed us and we bobbed 
around in the sea watching the various lobster men haul 
their pots. At ii P. M. a S.W. breeze sprang up and we 
made Vineyard Haven by 4 in the afternoon. Some of 
the party donned their shore clothes and visited Cottage 
City, which proved most interesting. Upon our return 
we found the cook had really outdone himself in pre- 
paring dinner. 
Monday at 4 P. M. the captain and Little Man got un- 
der way and started for Gay Head, which was reached 
at 10 o’clock, beating all the way. Up to this time we 
had a most interesting race with a cruising schooner 
about 60ft. on the waterline and proved more than a 
match for her until the breeze flattened and we encoun- 
tered the heavy setis off Gay IJea^. Here we met with 
our first disappointement of the return trip, which, how- 
ever, proved not to be the last. Off Cuttyhunk we were 
again becalmed, the sea continuing to run very high, and, 
to cap the climax, it started to pour. Schmaltz and the 
captain remained on deck and tried to make headway in 
the falling wind without success, the rest of the crew 
huddling below pretending to enjoy it. 
The spirits of the party were now at a very low ebb, 
for there was no hope of reaching Newport that night. 
The much-tabooed subject of gasolene engines in connec- 
tion with sail yachts was again brought up. It had been 
touched upon and not lightly when off Cape Cod, but the 
gasolene engine was destined this day to be discussed in 
such a manner that any manufacturer would gladly have 
paid a round sum for the conversation in detail merely 
for advertising purposes. Under the present circum- 
stances and the fact that none of us had any actual ex- 
perience with auxiliaries, you can imagine the argument 
was somewhat one sided and wholly in the engine’s favor. 
Such glowing descriptions of the ease of operation com- 
bined with remarkable speed were presented, and there 
being no decisive opposition argument, one was led to 
believe that the running of an engine consisted in simply 
pressing a button and the engine doing the rest. The 
subject was dropped by the announcement that there was 
a breeze evidently coming our way. This was proved to 
be the case and the wind w^as of sufficient force to require 
a reef, which was promptly put in. Good headway tyas 
made for a time, but when we reached Sakonnet Point 
at dusk, the wind again died out. In vain we tried to 
make headway in the gentle zephyrs, which occasionally 
renewed our hopes, but it was not until after midnight 
that we got a good breeze from the N.'W., and at 4 A. M. 
we entered Newport Harbor, a tired and disgusted lot. 
The Little Man stood in the hatchway all night ready to 
lend a hand, although we had pleaded with him to go 
below and rest. 
We remained at Newport all day to recuperate and 
spent most of the time lolling around on deck and taking 
snapshots of the beautiful yachts in the harbor. The race 
between the Newport 30-footers proved very interesting. 
All hands turned in after dinner, as we wished to make 
an early start in the morning. We might as well have 
slept late, for owing to lack of wind, we were until 8 
o’clock trying to work our way out of the harbor. It 
was a grand morning and several snapshots were taken 
of the beautiful residences which are located on the cliffs 
on either side of the harbor entrance. Later we ran into 
a breeze .and beat up the Narragansett shore, admiring 
the beautiful summer homes with their green lawns. Por- 
poises played about the boat in numbers and several at- 
tempts were made to get a photograph of one in the air. 
Point Judith was rounded at ii o’clock in company 
with a 30-footer, and from here on we had an interesting 
race, which terminated in that boat luffing up and putting 
in a reef. Although it was blowing pretty stiff from the 
S.W., we held on for a time, when we, too, luffed up and 
put in one reef. The tide turning made the sea very 
rough, and at times Lavinia jumped her 13ft. bowsprit 
under water, materially stopping her headway. No solid 
water was shipped on deck, however, the flaring topsides 
forward throwing the spray in sheets to either hand. The 
conditions growing worse instead of better, and seeing 
no possibility of reaching calm water tO' leeward of 
Fisher’s Island before darkness set in, we turned about 
and ran for Newport Harbor. The sea was so rough 
that even by jacking our boom up as high as practicable 
it was difficult to keep it out of the water. Although all 
hands were kept busy handling the boat, we took time 
to watch a whale playing and spouting about a quarter 
of a mile on our starboard hand. 
It was at this time that our towing device gave out and 
we were afraid that the tender would fill. The boat fairly 
flew through the water, touching only the high places, as 
the second mate remarked. Not seeing any boats in the 
breakwater at Point Judith we decided to run on to New- 
port. After passing Point Judith, to alter our course it 
was necessary to gybe, which we feared to do in the 
heavy gale, so came about. At this moment an enormous 
wave came down on us and we thought surely would 
break over the deck. The order was given to “Hold on 
