Baltimore to Bangor and Back 
A Leisurely Cruise on a Small Yacht from 
the Chesapeake Northeastward 
By E. P. MORRIS 
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A T Sandy Hook we lay over two nights, sleep¬ 
ing, eating and resting. The heavy cloud 
of smoke continued till the second eve¬ 
ning, when it was lifted by a westerly wind, and 
we were able to look up at the Navesink High¬ 
lands and the splendid wheeling light. But the 
BUCKSPORT LOOKING SOUTHWARD. 
impression that remains on my mind is dun- 
colored. This may have been partly subjective, 
for I felt a considerable dislike to going through 
New York Harbor under sail. But on the morn¬ 
ing of the glorious Fourth, there was a fine 
W. S. W. wind, and the prospect, both within 
and without, was more cheerful. By the time 
we reached the Narrows, the air was clearer, and 
at Quarantine there was a brilliant scene, a dozen 
big steamers waiting to go in, decorated with 
flags in honor of the day and crowded with ex¬ 
cited passengers. The sail up to the Battery, 
too, was extremely interesting and the buildings 
of the lower city had never before seemed so 
impressive. But by the time we turned into the 
East River, the wind had gone around, first to 
the northwest and finally to northeast dead 
ahead, light at times, so that we could scarcely 
stem the tide under the bridges, then increasing 
and puffy, till we were occasionally sailing rail 
under. 
With room enough this would have been noth¬ 
ing. Even in a narrow channel, like that by 
Blackwell's Island, it would have been a bother 
only if we had had the place to ourselves. But 
the day was the Fourth and every excursion 
steamer was out, nor was the ordinary traffic 
greatly diminished, as I had hoped it might be 
by the holiday. As my sailing has almost al¬ 
ways been in a small boat, it has been my habit 
to keep out of the way of steamers, without 
standing much upon my rights. But the- skipper 
has been trained in another school. He not 
only knows his rights, but also “ knowing, dares 
maintain.” 
No other sailing craft was so insane as to be 
beating through the East River that day, and 
we had, therefore, the right of way over every¬ 
thing. It was an inspiring and instructive sight 
to see the skipper holding his course. “That 
ferryboat is just coming out,” said I. “We’re 
big enough for him to see us, I guess,” said the 
skipper, and did not turn his head to look. He 
might have been a second Hendrik Hudson, ex¬ 
ploring a river in a wilderness. And it was 
equally instructive to note the behavior of the 
steamers. The ferryboat backed into her slip 
to let us pass, and a tug with an unwieldy car- 
float swung out of our way. Nor did the cap¬ 
tain of the tug, as experience in the past would 
have led to expect, lean from his pilot house to 
curse us. Nor, by this time, so great was the 
effect of the skipper’s coolness, should I have 
cared if he had. Indeed, I ought not to be 
speaking thus of tugboat captains, for it was one 
of that much tried, and I am sure much maligned 
class who, as we were making short tacks past 
Blackwell’s Island, shouted out to us that there 
was plenty of water and we could run right up 
to the shore anywhere. And we were soon to 
need all the water there was, for a tug with two 
barges was going up just ahead of us, and we 
could not get room to beat past on either side. 
Our right, of way was gone and we had to sail 
with jibs aback to keep astern of the barges, 
making nice calculation of their rate of speed. 
While we were thus busy, an excursion 
steamer came up astern to pass us and a steam 
yacht selected this particular juncture to come 
down on the other side of the barges, cutting 
us off from a tack in that direction. It was a 
crowded moment, and the skipper, who had 
never been through the East River before, said: 
“How much more is there of this?” It .was 
the only indication he gave that he was not en- 
UNDER WAY. 
joying himself. As for me, I was not yet enough 
at home with a wheel to trust myself to relieve 
him, but I tended jib sheets with such earnest¬ 
ness that I wore my trousers through at the 
knees. 
And how did all these excitements, nautical 
and sartorial, work out? As such things usually 
do, we anchored at five in Manhasset Bay, got 
supplies and fresh drinking water, had a dinner 
of unusual splendor, celebrated the day with 
