Under Sail. Felix Riesenberg
MAN LOST OVERBOARD
ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| Old Smith | 19 |
| Frenchy | 26 |
| Deck Plan of Ship A. J. Fuller | 31 |
| Jimmy Marshall | 41 |
| Fred | 49 |
| Joe | 61 |
| Skouse | 70 |
| Martin | 108 |
| Cape Horn | 114 |
| At Brewer's Wharf | 175 |
| Charlie Horse | 196 |
| Watching the Shore When In the Stream | 235 |
| Brenden Reading Letter | 265 |
| Jack Hitchen | 270 |
| Australia | 343 |
| Sketches of Diego Ramirez | 357 |
| Axel | 382 |
| Watching Shore at Delaware Breakwater | 405 |
INTRODUCTION
THE SQUARE RIGGERS
America is again facing forward to the sea. The ancient thrill of the wide salt spaces, of the broad horizon beyond which adventure beckons us, appeals once more to the youth of America. We are living in times when the great importance of the sea as a career comes home to us at every turn. The sea is the great bulwark of our liberty, and by the sea we must persevere or perish in the world struggle of Anglo-Saxon democracy against the powers of autocratic might.
When America returns to her own, she builds upon foundations of tradition that have their footings on the solid bed rock of the republic. One glorious era of our sea history was followed by another, and as times progressed the breed of seamen ever rose capable and triumphant to the necessities that called them forth.
The Revolutionary sailors, and those of 1812, were followed by the great commercial seamen of the clippers. The mighty fleets of the Civil War astonished the world, and in the period just previous to our seafaring decline of a score of years past, the great sailers flying the Stars and Stripes spread their white cotton canvas on every sea.
Their story has never been adequately told. They are not to be measured in terms of tonnage, or in the annals of swift passages from port to port. Their contribution to the legends of the sea remains obscure. They carried a tradition of hard driving, and were a phase of our sea life that formed and forged the link between the old and the new, between the last days of sail and the great new present of the America of steam and steel.
Men who go to sea today in our merchant marine, in positions of command, are, in many instances, graduates of the ships of these latter days of sail.
Looking back, and as time goes it is not so very far away; we can, in our mind's eye, see the great wood-built craft that lined the waterfront of South Street. These were the last of the American sailing ships, entering from, and clearing to, every sea port under heaven. They were not the famous California