Photographs by F. A. WALTER, GEORGE J. HARE, SUMNER W. MATTESON, and others
SAILOR is born, perhaps not made. By "sailor" is meant, perhaps not the typical ineffective and hopeless animal who's found to-day into the forecastles of deepwater vessels, nevertheless the man who'll simply take a fabric compounded of timber and iron and rope and fabric and compel it to follow their will on top associated with the sea. Barring captains and mates of huge boats, the small-boat sailor may be the real sailor. He knows—he must know—how to help make the wind carry their craft in one given indicate another provided point. He must know about tides and rips and eddies, bar and station markings, and night and day signals; he must certanly be wise in weather-lore; and then he should be sympathetically acquainted the unusual qualities of their boat which differentiate it out of each and every various other vessel that has been previously built and rigged. He must know just how to gentle the lady about, as one example of a myriad, and to fill the lady on the other side tack without deadening her way or allowing the woman to fall off past an acceptable limit.
The deepwater sailor of to-day needs know nothing of those things. And he does not. He brings and hauls while he is bought, swabs porches, washes paint, and chips iron-rust. He knows nothing, and cares less. Put him in a little boat in which he is helpless. He can cut an even much better figure in the hurricane deck of a horse.
I shall never forget my child-astonishment when I very first experienced these unusual beings. He was a runaway English sailor. I became a lad of twelve, with a decked-over, fourteen-foot, centre-board skiff that I had taught myself to sail. We sat at their legs as on feet of a god, as he discoursed of unusual places and peoples, deeds of assault, and hair-raising gales at water. Then, one day, we took him for a sail. While using the trepidation of veriest small amateur, we hoisted sail and got under way. Here ended up being a man, looking on critically, I was sure, who knew much more in one 2nd about boats and water than i really could ever before know. After an interval, by which we surpassed myself, he took the tiller plus the sheet. I sat regarding the small thwart amidships, open-mouthed, ready to learn exactly what genuine sailing had been. My mouth remained available, for I learned just what an actual sailor was at a tiny watercraft. He couldn't trim the sheet to save lots of himself, he almost capsized many times in squalls, and, again, by blunderingly jibing more than; he don't know what a centre-board was for, nor did he know that in running a boat ahead of the wind you have to sit-in the middle as opposed to quietly; last but not least, whenever we came back to the wharf, he ran the skiff completely tilt, shattering the woman nostrils and carrying away the mast-step. And yet he was a really undoubtedly sailor fresh through the vasty deep.
Which tips my ethical. A man can sail into the forecastles of huge ships all his life rather than know very well what genuine sailing is. From the time I was twelve, we paid attention to the lure of water. Once I was fifteen I happened to be the captain and owner of an oyster-pirate sloop. By the time I happened to be sixteen I was cruising in scow-schooners, fishing salmon with all the Greeks within the Sacramento River, and offering as sailor from the Fish Patrol. And I also was a beneficial sailor, also, though all my cruising have been on bay area Bay and also the streams tributary to it. I experienced never been on ocean within my life.
After that, the thirty days I happened to be seventeen, we signed before the mast as a ready seaman on a three-topmast schooner bound on a seven-months' cruise over the Pacific and back. As my shipmates promptly informed me personally, I experienced had my nerve with me to sign on as able seaman. However behold, we had been an able seaman. I had finished through the right college. It took only minutes to master the brands and utilizes associated with the brand-new ropes. It had been quick. I didn't do things blindly. As a small-boat sailor I'd discovered to explanation out and know the why of every thing. It is true, I had to understand just how to steer by compass, which took perhaps half a minute; but once it stumbled on steering "full-and-by" and "close-and-by, " i really could overcome the common of my shipmates, for the reason that it had been the very way I had constantly sailed. Inside fifteen minutes i really could box the compass around and back. And there clearly was small else to master during that seven-months' cruise, except elegant rope-sailorizing, including the harder lanyard knots while the making of varied kinds of sennit and rope-mats. The purpose of all of the that is the fact that it really is through small-boat cruising your real sailor is the best schooled.
And if a guy is a produced sailor, and it has gone to the school regarding the sea, never ever in every his life can he get off the sea again. The salt of it is within their bones including his nostrils, and also the ocean will-call to him until he dies. Recently years, I have discovered much easier means of earning money, but constantly I come back into the sea. During my situation it is almost always san francisco bay area Bay, than which no lustier, harder sheet of water-can be located for small-boat cruising.
It really blows on bay area Bay. During the winter, the most readily useful cruising period, we've southeasters, southwesters, and occasional howling northers. Through the summertime we what we call the "sea-breeze, " an unfailing wind off the Pacific that of many afternoons in few days blows what the Atlantic Coast yachtsmen would name a gale. They are always surprised because of the tiny scatter of canvas our yachts carry. A number of them, with schooners they've sailed all over Horn, have actually checked proudly at their lofty sticks and huge spreads, then patronizingly and even pityingly at ours. Then, perchance, they've accompanied in a club cruise from san francisco bay area to Mare Island. They discovered the early morning run up the Bay delightful. Within the afternoon, once the brave west wind ramped across San Pablo Bay plus they faced it in the long beat home, things had been in some way various. One after the other, like a flight of swallows, our more meagerly sparred and canvassed yachts passed, making all of them wallowing and lifeless and shortening down with what they labeled as a gale but which we called a dandy sailing breeze. The next time they arrived on the scene, we might observe their particular sticks cut-down, their particular booms shortened, and their after-leeches nearer the luffs by entire cloths.