St Nicholas [serial] . ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 181 AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE IN BOATING BY ELIZABETH M. SCUDDER (AGE 17) (Silver Badge) On the day of the naval review in the summer of 1907, westarted in our schooner to sail from Northport to OysterBay to see the battle-ships. There was a fresh breeze blowing when we weighed anchor, so we expected a pleasantsail. When we cleared the harbor and came out into thelong narrow offing, the sea grew more choppy. Our boatis a fair-sized oyster schooner, standing quite high out ofthe water, while the small boats on the davits swing sevenfeet above the waters e
St Nicholas [serial] . ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 181 AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE IN BOATING BY ELIZABETH M. SCUDDER (AGE 17) (Silver Badge) On the day of the naval review in the summer of 1907, westarted in our schooner to sail from Northport to OysterBay to see the battle-ships. There was a fresh breeze blowing when we weighed anchor, so we expected a pleasantsail. When we cleared the harbor and came out into thelong narrow offing, the sea grew more choppy. Our boatis a fair-sized oyster schooner, standing quite high out ofthe water, while the small boats on the davits swing sevenfeet above the waters edge. We were going under fullsail when a squall struck us and the schooner keeled overtill the waves poured over the rail, and the little boats whichI have mentioned trailed along the water. My brotherand I were ordered forward to tend the jibs. We werebeating up against the wind, and in the narrow channelhad to tack often. The decks were tilted to such a degreethat it was difficult to keep our footing. We were dressed. A CONTRAST. BY KATHARINE S. HUNT, AGE 14. (SILVER BADGE ) in oilskins, which protected us partly from the hail whichfollowed, but the rain found cracks, and the wet ropesblistered our hands, making uncomfortable work of it. We doused our topsail, lowered the flying jib, and reefedas much as possible—hard work in the strong wind andpitching of the schooner. A harder gust of wind caughtus, and the foresail ripped and tore, half the great sail be-ing blown to pieces; while below things went smashing ina heap, and carpets and bedding were soaked when thewater came in through windows and forecastle as she buriedher rail till she seemed to be almost on her beam had some very anxious minutes, until finally the men A CONTRAST. BY HARRIET A. DE LANCY, AGE in the little boats, forming the guard line of the fleet, sawour predicament and moved their lines, enabling us tocome up into the wind and drop anchor. My brotherand I never want to repeat the experience.
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