. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 1887 %}x& gmtler awxX §poxismzn. Taylor, placed od board the yacht his gilt of eighteen dozen of fresh eggs and forty pounds of fresh batter. All these were from Mr. Taylor's farm in Weschester connty. With the nackages on board, there was mnsic. "; *\Look here, ; *'Oh, say, ; And so it went on calling npon Mr. Colt, Mr. Staples and Mr. Bird, owner and guests of the Dauntless. "Goodbye" shouted willing voices, and "God bless you" came from dozens. The crew of the Dauntless manned the nggina and
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 1887 %}x& gmtler awxX §poxismzn. Taylor, placed od board the yacht his gilt of eighteen dozen of fresh eggs and forty pounds of fresh batter. All these were from Mr. Taylor's farm in Weschester connty. With the nackages on board, there was mnsic. "; *\Look here, ; *'Oh, say, ; And so it went on calling npon Mr. Colt, Mr. Staples and Mr. Bird, owner and guests of the Dauntless. "Goodbye" shouted willing voices, and "God bless you" came from dozens. The crew of the Dauntless manned the nggina and heartily responded. Hats waved, handkerchiefs floated and cheery words passed. "The boats look well," said Mr. Lloyd Phoenix, owner of the schooner yacht Intrepid and an off-shore sailor, "and their trip will be creditable, but I like the yachty looks of the Dauntless, and think that she is better prepared for an ocean voyage than the ; "Eternal vigilance," chimed in Larry Jerome, "will win this race. The Coronet, to my mind, is not so thoroughly rigged as the other. Samnels knows his boat. It is just the same as the driver of a trotting horse. Know him, and if he has speed you ire sure of the end. Now, I know that Sam- nels is sure of his boat and it is dollars to cents that he ; Mr. E. Willard was not so certain about the Dauntless. To his mind the Coronet was an unknown quantity, and must be so respected. Meanwhile the Coronet wab reached by the tug boat. Cheers went up from the committee boat, but there ^ere no answers. They seemed so much bent on business on board Mr. Bush's craft there were no responses to the official cheers of success. Owl's Head was reached. Tugs gathered and pilot boats came around. Whitecaps were everywhere upon the deep. The preliminary whistle blew. The ocean racers stood off and on. The club men talked. Mr. E. M. Brown was part- ing with his friend Bird and he shouted. Captain Tom Har- rison loo
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