'Perry. London: Martin' Hopkinson:
The story of the clipper ship has often been told, Mr. Perry presents it from the angle of mate in the service of an American vessel, out of New York, engaged in the Californian trade, and making those epic voyages round the Hora which occupy, i the annals of seafaring, rome "of the most adventurous Pages. It was towards the close the sixties of last century that the American clipper ships were put into commission, vessels designed and rigged for specd at a time when competition was tierce Their heyday was in the seventies ard early. eighties, when. the advent of the steam vessel gave the first warning of their ultimate! doom. "The prettiest and most graceful object over built by man sail the ocean," as Mr. Perry calls the fall-rigged clipper shi van its brief course until it superseded by a more efficient but Jess romantic rival, Mr. Perry writes from personal experience. After serving as a cadet, he took la, berth on board the Continental, Captain Clark, bound from New York, around Cape Horn to Sar. Francisco. With Captain Clark he made several voyages, which he has worked up into the stuff of the present narrative, possibly com pressing into a single typical voyage the events and experiences of many. It was on one of these voyages that Captain Clark became ill and had to be left at Rio. "The crew, Mr. Perry, "thinking, perhaps Twas too young a man to be skipper, started to raise hell, and they did and so did I. When the trouble was over, the mate was in his room with two fractured ribs and the crew in irons and triced up ito the spanker boom, but, in 10) minutes after the tricing up, every' mother's fon of them was ack at They were, these old-Man deed, nice people, lors. The Old grettably given to the obnoxious habit of personal reflection. Mr. Perry had the misfortune to cross him on the first voyage. There had been a man overboard, and after standing by for four hours the captain had given the order to recall. the search. The mate suggested that they should hold off until daybreak, in the last hope of picking up the unfortunate fellow who had been lost, The Old Man because furious. "With a roar like a maddened bull, he jumped on the tap of the after-house and leaned over the forward rail, waving his arms like two flails and shaking his clenched fist at me, shouting: "You blankety blank who young upstart like you attempts to dictate to me—a man who ha: walked his own quarter-deck with a cro'jack yard swinging over his head for 40 years—how I shall run my ship' The Old Man had his way, but he was exceedingly unapproachable for the next few hours. Finally, he cooled down!
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