• SAILING ALONE AROUND THE WORLD (completed 2+3) (3/3)

    From Captain Joshua Slocum@21:1/5 to All on Fri Jan 25 20:18:07 2019
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    inboard, broken boom and all. How I got the boom in before the sail was torn
    I hardly know; but not a stitch of it was broken. The mainsail being secured,
    I hoisted away the jib, and, without looking round, stepped quickly to the cabin and snatched down my loaded rifle and cartridges at hand; for I made mental calculations that the pirate would by this time have recovered his course and be close aboard, and that when I saw him it would be better for me to be looking at him along the barrel of a gun. The piece was at my shoulder when I peered into the mist, but there was no pirate within a mile. The wave and squall that carried away my boom dismasted the felucca outright. I perceived his thieving crew, some dozen or more of them, struggling to
    recover their rigging from the sea. Allah blacken their faces!

    I sailed comfortably on under the jib and forestaysail, which I now set. I fished the boom and furled the sail snug for the night; then hauled the
    sloop's head two points offshore to allow for the set of current and heavy rollers toward the land. This gave me the wind three points on the starboard quarter and a steady pull in the headsails. By the time I had things in this order it was dark, and a flying-fish had already fallen on deck. I took him below for my supper, but found myself too tired to cook, or even to eat a
    thing already prepared. I do not remember to have been more tired before or since in all my life than I was at the finish of that day. Too fatigued to sleep, I rolled about with the motion of the vessel till near midnight, when
    I made shift to dress my fish and prepare a dish of tea. I fully realized
    now, if I had not before, that the voyage ahead would call for exertions
    ardent and lasting. On August 27 nothing could be seen of the Moor, or his country either, except two peaks, away in the east through the clear
    atmosphere of morning. Soon after the sun rose even these were obscured by haze, much to my satisfaction.

    The wind, for a few days following my escape from the pirates, blew a steady but moderate gale, and the sea, though agitated into long rollers, was not uncomfortably rough or dangerous, and while sitting in my cabin I could
    hardly realize that any sea was running at all, so easy was the long,
    swinging motion of the sloop over the waves. All distracting uneasiness and excitement being now over, I was once more alone with myself in the
    realization that I was on the mighty sea and in the hands of the elements.
    But I was happy, and was becoming more and more interested in the voyage.

    Columbus, in the Santa Maria , sailing these seas more than four hundred
    years before, was not so happy as I, nor so sure of success in what he had undertaken. His first troubles at sea had already begun. His crew had
    managed, by foul play or otherwise, to break the ship's rudder while running before probably just such a gale as the Spray had passed through; and there
    was dissension on the Santa Maria , something that was unknown on the Spray.

    After three days of squalls and shifting winds I threw myself down to rest
    and sleep, while, with helm lashed, the sloop sailed steadily on her course.

    September 1, in the early morning, land-clouds rising ahead told of the
    Canary Islands not far away. A change in the weather came next day: storm- clouds stretched their arms across the sky; from the east, to all
    appearances, might come a fierce harmattan, or from the south might come the fierce hurricane. Every point of the compass threatened a wild storm. My attention was turned to reefing sails, and no time was to be lost over it, either, for the sea in a moment was confusion itself, and I was glad to head the sloop three points or more away from her true course that she might ride safely over the waves. I was now scudding her for the channel between Africa and the island of Fuerteventura, the easternmost of the Canary Islands, for which I was on the lookout. At 2 P.M., the weather becoming suddenly fine,
    the island stood in view, already abeam to starboard, and not more than seven miles off. Fuerteventura is twenty-seven hundred feet high, and in fine
    weather is visible many leagues away.

    The wind freshened in the night, and the Spray had a fine run through the channel. By daylight, September 3, she was twenty-five miles clear of all the islands, when a calm ensued, which was the precursor of another gale of wind that soon came on, bringing with it dust from the African shore. It howled dismally while it lasted, and though it was not the season of the harmattan, the sea in the course of an hour was discolored with a reddish-brown dust.
    The air remained thick with flying dust all the afternoon, but the wind, veering northwest at night, swept it back to land, and afforded the Spray
    once more a clear sky. Her mast now bent under a strong, steady pressure, and her bellying sail swept the sea as she rolled scuppers under, courtesying to the waves. These rolling waves thrilled me as they tossed my ship, passing quickly under her keel. This was grand sailing.

    September 4, the wind, still fresh, blew from the north-northeast, and the
    sea surged along with the sloop. About noon a steamship, a bullock-droger,
    from the river Plate hove in sight, steering northeast, and making bad
    weather of it. I signaled her, but got no answer. She was plunging into the head sea and rolling in a most astonishing manner, and from the way she yawed one might have said that a wild steer was at the helm.

    On the morning of September 6 I found three flying-fish on deck, and a fourth one down the fore-scuttle as close as possible to the frying-pan. It was the best haul yet, and afforded me a sumptuous breakfast and dinner.

    The Spray had now settled down to the tradewinds and to the business of her voyage. Later in the day another droger hove in sight, rolling as badly as
    her predecessor. I threw out no flag to this one, but got the worst of it for passing under her lee. She was, indeed, a stale one! And the poor cattle, how they bellowed! The time was when ships passing one another at sea backed
    their topsails and had a "gam," and on parting fired guns; but those good old days have gone. People have hardly time nowadays to speak even on the broad ocean, where news is news, and as for a salute of guns, they cannot afford
    the powder. There are no poetry-enshrined freighters on the sea now; it is a prosy life when we have no time to bid one another good morning.

    My ship, running now in the full swing of the trades, left me days to myself for rest and recuperation. I employed the time in reading and writing, or in whatever I found to do about the rigging and the sails to keep them all in order. The cooking was always done quickly, and was a small matter, as the
    bill of fare consisted mostly of flying-fish, hot biscuits and butter, potatoes, coffee and cream - dishes readily prepared.

    On September 10 the Spray passed the island of St. Antonio, the northwesternmost of the Cape Verdes, close aboard. The landfall was
    wonderfully true, considering that no observations for longitude had been
    made. The wind, northeast, as the sloop drew by the island, was very squally, but I reefed her sails snug, and steered broad from the highland of
    blustering St. Antonio. Then leaving the Cape Verde Islands out of sight astern, I found myself once more sailing a lonely sea and in a solitude
    supreme all around. When I slept I dreamed that I was alone. This feeling
    never left me; but, sleeping or waking, I seemed always to know the position
    of the sloop, and I saw my vessel moving across the chart, which became a picture before me.

    One night while I sat in the cabin under this spell, the profound stillness
    all about was broken by human voices alongside! I sprang instantly to the
    deck, startled beyond my power to tell. Passing close under lee, like an apparition, was a white bark under full sail. The sailors on board of her
    were hauling on ropes to brace the yards, which just cleared the sloop's mast as she swept by. No one hailed from the white-winged flier, but I heard some one on board say that he saw lights on the sloop, and that he made her out to be a fisherman. I sat long on the starlit deck that night, thinking of ships, and watching the constellations on their voyage.

    On the following day, September 13, a large four-masted ship passed some distance to windward, heading north.

    The sloop was now rapidly drawing toward the region of doldrums, and the
    force of the trade-winds was lessening. I could see by the ripples that a counter-current had set in. This I estimated to be about sixteen miles a day. In the heart of the counter-stream the rate was more than that setting eastward.

    September 14 a lofty three-masted ship, heading north, was seen from the masthead. Neither this ship nor the one seen yesterday was within signal distance, yet it was good even to see them. On the following day heavy rain- clouds rose in the south, obscuring the sun; this was ominous of doldrums. On the 16th the Spray entered this gloomy region, to battle with squalls and to
    be harassed by fitful calms; for this is the state of the elements between
    the northeast and the southeast trades, where each wind, struggling in turn
    for mastery, expends its force whirling about in all directions. Making this still more trying to one's nerve and patience, the sea was tossed into
    confused cross-lumps and fretted by eddying currents. As if something more
    were needed to complete a sailor's discomfort in this state, the rain poured down in torrents day and night. The Spray struggled and tossed for ten days, making only three hundred miles on her course in all that time. I didn't say anything!

    On September 23 the fine schooner Nantasket of Boston, from Bear River, for
    the river Plate, lumber-laden, and just through the doldrums, came up with
    the Spray , and her captain passing a few words, she sailed on. Being much fouled on the bottom by shell-fish, she drew along with her fishes which had been following the Spray , which was less provided with that sort of food. Fishes will always follow a foul ship. A barnacle-grown log adrift has the
    same attraction for deep-sea fishes. One of this little school of deserters
    was a dolphin that had followed the Spray about a thousand miles, and had
    been content to eat scraps of food thrown overboard from my table; for,
    having been wounded, it could not dart through the sea to prey on other
    fishes. I had become accustomed to seeing the dolphin, which I knew by its scars, and missed it whenever it took occasional excursions away from the sloop. One day, after it had been off some hours.

    It returned in company with three yellowtails, a sort of cousin to the
    dolphin. This little school kept together, except when in danger and when foraging about the sea. Their lives were often threatened by hungry sharks
    that came round the vessel, and more than once they had narrow escapes. Their mode of escape interested me greatly, and I passed hours watching them. They would dart away, each in a different direction, so that the wolf of the sea, the shark, pursuing one, would be led away from the others; then after a
    while they would all return and rendezvous under one side or the other of the sloop. Twice their pursuers were diverted by a tin pan, which I towed astern
    of the sloop, and which was mistaken for a bright fish; and while turning, in the peculiar way that sharks have when about to devour their prey, I shot
    them through the head.

    Their precarious life seemed to concern the yellowtails very little, if at
    all. All living beings, without doubt, are afraid of death. Nevertheless,
    some of the species I saw huddle together as though they knew they were
    created for the larger fishes, and wished to give the least possible trouble
    to their captors. I have seen, on the other hand, whales swimming in a circle around a school of herrings, and with mighty exertion "bunching" them
    together in a whirlpool set in motion by their flukes, and when the small fry were all whirled nicely together, one or the other of the leviathans, lunging through the center with open jaws, take in a boat-load or so at a single mouthful. Off the Cape of Good Hope I saw schools of sardines or other small fish being treated in this way by great numbers of cavally-fish. There was
    not the slightest chance of escape for the sardines, while the cavally
    circled round and round, feeding from the edge of the mass.

    It was interesting to note how rapidly the small fry disappeared; and though
    it was repeated before my eyes over and over, I could hardly perceive the capture of a single sardine, so dexterously was it done.

    Along the equatorial limit of the southeast trade winds the air was heavily charged with electricity, and there was much thunder and lightning. It was hereabout I remembered that, a few years before, the American ship Alert was destroyed by lightning. Her people, by wonderful good fortune, were rescued
    on the same day and brought to Pernambuco, where I then met them.

    On September 25, in the latitude of 5 degrees N., longitude 26 degrees 30'
    W., I spoke the ship North Star of London. The great ship was out forty-eight days from Norfolk, Virginia, and was bound for Rio, where we met again about two months later. The Spray was now thirty days from Gibraltar.

    The Spray's next companion of the voyage was a swordfish, that swam
    alongside, showing its tall fin out of the water, till I made a stir for my harpoon, when it hauled its black flag down and disappeared. September 30, at half-past eleven in the morning, the Spray crossed the equator in longitude
    29 degrees 30' W. At noon she was two miles south of the line. The southeast trade-winds, met, rather light, in about 4 degrees N., gave her sails now a stiff full sending her handsomely over the sea toward the coast of Brazil, where on October 5, just north of Olinda Point, without further incident, she made the land, casting anchor in Pernambuco harbor about noon: forty days
    from Gibraltar, and all well on board. Did I tire of the voyage in all that time? Not a bit of it! I was never in better trim in all my life, and was
    eager for the more perilous experience of rounding the Horn.

    It was not at all strange in a life common to sailors that, having already crossed the Atlantic twice and being now half-way from Boston to the Horn, I should find myself still among friends. My determination to sail westward
    from Gibraltar not only enabled me to escape the pirates of the Red Sea, but, in bringing me to Pernambuco, landed me on familiar shores. I had made many voyages to this and other ports in Brazil. In 1893 I was employed as master
    to take the famous Ericsson ship Destroyer from New York to Brazil to go against the rebel Mello and his party. The Destroyer , by the way, carried a submarine cannon of enormous length.

    In the same expedition went the Nictheroy , the ship purchased by the United States government during the Spanish war and renamed the Buffalo. The
    Destroyer was in many ways the better ship of the two, but the Brazilians in their curious war sank her themselves at Bahia. With her sank my hope of recovering wages due me; still, I could but try to recover, for to me it
    meant a great deal. But now within two years the whirligig of time had
    brought the Mello party into power, and although it was the legal government which had employed me, the so-called "rebels" felt under less obligation to
    me than I could have wished.

    During these visits to Brazil I had made the acquaintance of Dr. Perera,
    owner and editor of "El Commercio Jornal," and soon after the Spray was
    safely moored in Upper Topsail Reach, the doctor, who is a very enthusiastic yachtsman, came to pay me a visit and to carry me up the waterway of the
    lagoon to his country residence. The approach to his mansion by the waterside was guarded by his armada, a fleet of boats including a Chinese sampan, a Norwegian pram, and a Cape Ann dory, the last of which he obtained from the Destroyer. The doctor dined me often on good Brazilian fare, that I might, as he said, "salle gordo" for the voyage; but he found that even on the best I fattened slowly.

    Fruits and vegetables and all other provisions necessary for the voyage
    having been taken in, on the 23d of October I unmoored and made ready for
    sea. Here I encountered one of the unforgiving Mello faction in the person of the collector of customs, who charged the Spray tonnage dues when she
    cleared, notwithstanding that she sailed with a yacht license and should have been exempt from port charges. Our consul reminded the collector of this and
    of the fact - without much diplomacy, I thought - that it was I who brought
    the Destroyer to Brazil. "Oh, yes," said the bland collector; "we remember it very well," for it was now in a small way his turn.

    Mr. Lungrin, a merchant, to help me out of the trifling difficulty, offered
    to freight the Spray with a cargo of gunpowder for Bahia, which would have
    put me in funds; and when the insurance companies refused to take the risk on cargo shipped on a vessel manned by a crew of only one, he offered to ship it without insurance, taking all the risk himself. This was perhaps paying me a greater compliment than I deserved. The reason why I did not accept the business was that in so doing I found that I should vitiate my yacht license and run into more expense for harbor dues around the world than the freight would amount to. Instead of all this, another old merchant friend came to my assistance, advancing the cash direct.

    While at Pernambuco I shortened the boom, which had been broken when off the coast of Morocco, by removing the broken piece, which took about four feet
    off the inboard end; I also refitted the jaws. On October 24,1895, a fine day even as days go in Brazil, the Spray sailed, having had abundant good cheer
    and joy.

    Making about one hundred miles a day along the coast, I arrived at Rio de Janeiro November 5, without any event worth mentioning, and about noon cast anchor near Villaganon, to await the official port visit. On the following
    day I bestirred myself to meet the highest lord of the admiralty and the ministers, to inquire concerning the matter of wages due me from the beloved Destroyer. The high official I met said: "Captain, so far as we are
    concerned, you may have the ship, and if you care to accept her we will send
    an officer to show you where she is." I knew well enough where she was at
    that moment. The top of her smoke-stack being awash in Bahia.

    It was more than likely that she rested on the bottom there. I thanked the
    kind officer, but declined his offer.

    The Spray , with a number of old shipmasters on board, sailed about the
    harbor of Rio the day before she put to sea. As I had decided to give the
    Spray a yawl rig for the tempestuous waters of Patagonia, I here placed on
    the stern a semicircular brace to support a jigger mast. These old captains inspected the Spray's rigging, and each one contributed something to her outfit. Captain Jones, who had acted as my interpreter at Rio, gave her an anchor, and one of the steamers gave her a cable to match it. She never
    dragged Jones's anchor once on the voyage, and the cable not only stood the strain on a lee shore, but when towed off Cape Horn helped break combing seas astern that threatened to board her.

    To succeed, however, in anything at all, one should go understandingly about his work and be prepared for every emergency. I see, as I look back over my
    own small achievement, a kit of not too elaborate carpenters' tools, a tin clock, and some carpet-tacks, not a great many, to facilitate the enterprise
    as already mentioned in the story. But above all to be taken into account
    were some years of schooling, where I studied with diligence Neptune's laws, and these laws I tried to obey when I sailed overseas; it was worth the
    while. And now, without having wearied my friends, I hope, with detailed scientific accounts, theories, or deductions, I will only say that I have endeavored to tell just the story of the adventure itself. This, in my own
    poor way, having been done, I now moor ship, weather-bitt cables, and leave
    the sloop Spray, for the present, safe in port.

    One day you will work out why you have been sent this.



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