Life — March 31, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: | mine. All bets were declared off, which is just as well, as to-day is THE YACHT RACE. (By Special Bottle Service.) LARGE case of variegated bottles was received at LIFE’S office, on Saturday afternoon. Originally made to contain apollinaris, soda-water, champagne, and other bever- ages of a like nature, they now held nothing other than spirited accounts of the progress of the Dauntless and Coronet, as they sped over the waters between Sandy Hook and the pinnacle of Fame. LIFE’s correspondents, on the two vessels, had full instruc- | tions to note down all the most interesting events of the voyage, and when opportunity and bottles offered, to drop them overboard, addressed to the editor. The subjoined messages are the result: FIRST DAY. ON BOARD THE DAUNTLESS, OFF CONEY ISLAND. Have just arrived. The captain has gone ashore for bottles. Weigh anchor in ten minutes, and start for deep water. The Coronet is ten miles to Elephantward. * CORONET, OREGON BUOY. Had a fine sail thus far. We are anchored over the Oregon. The captain has been fishing all the morning for hand-bags and state-room trunks. Managed to bring up three ball-dresses and a set of false teeth from the room occupied by Mrs. * * * * * We have suppressed this name by request.) The Dauntless is nowhere n sight. * x THIRD DAY. DAUNTLESS, WAVEVILLE, OCEANA. Couldn’t write yesterday. Too empty for utterance. We are still here. Passed two schooners loaded with bricks bound for Egypt. Very exciting sport. Captain washed overboard this morning. So did the rest of us. Nine miles ahead of the Coronet at lunch. * MAST-HEAD, CORONET, 5 P.M. Booming along with sails full. Steward in same condition. Got a tow from a Cunarder last night, and made a three hundred mile run before the Dauntless caught on. Couldn’t write yester- day, as captain had a prohibition fit on, and there were no bottles. Scenery monotonous. * * * EIGHTH DAY. DAUNTLESS-ON-ATLANTIC, Still here. Captain says we're nearer there than we were a week ago, but I haven't noticed any change. Have kept my eye on the same piece of horizon for four days, and she hasn’t moved an inch. Saw a whale this morning, and heard a sermon on Jonah from a | Unitarian clergyman in the crew. Jonah evidently struck oil. To | liven matters up, opened a pool on whether the whale was dead or alive. Unfortunately he dived out of sight before we could deter- | Sunday, and there’s no money aboard. ‘There is a speck on the horizon that looks like the Coronet, but the captain says it is a storm brewing. I wish we could run against a brewery of some kind, as the Milwaukee is getting low. : * CORONET, SUPER-WAVE. Have just sighted a lumber barge from Maine, and learn by signal that we are forty miles ahead of the Dauntless according to the New York papers. This is the best news we've had since the Herald reporter was washed overboard. There has been much suffering among the crew owing to the captain having neglected to lay in enough champagne, and had it not been for the kind- ness of a passing steamer in lending us a case I fear we should have had a serious mutiny. The brilliant young man who represents the Suz has been sea-sick ever since we left shore, and is vociferous in his demands to be landed. He wants the earth. The circulation of the World on board is something enormous. One copy has gone through every department in the ship from the captain down, and he is beginning to peruse the want columns a second time. * * * TENTH DAY. * DAUNTLESS, WATERTOWN. Had mighty hard luck yesterday. A heavy wind came from to-forrard I think they call it, and blew us back ninety-three miles. We had the consolation of passing the Coronet, but we did it stern first, so nothing has been gained by it. The captain is quite put out over the accident, and has gone into the cabin to write to the papers about it. It was very careless in the weather bureau to leave such a wind out here without a guardian. Our only hope now is in another Cunarder, * FORECASTLE, CORONE’ Oh, dear! oh, dear! we are forever lost. There is a strike among the sailors because of that unfortunate champagne affair. The men refuse to work and have declared a boycott on the officers and guests. They nearly killed the cabin-boy for polishing up the railing in the saloon, and called your correspondent a scab because he tried to splice matters for the benefit of all concerned. Unless we meet with a kindly disposed steamship the Dauntless will take the cup. " x % These were all the dispatches received up to the time of going to press. It is very evident that if Messrs. Bush and Colt fail to arrange with the Cunard or White Star Steam- ship Company the race will be lost by both parties. It is to be hoped that some solution to the difficulty will be reached, as business is at a standstill, and the Queen’s Jubilee will be seriously interfered with if the deadlock continues. THE Evening Post.—Lamp-post. MODERN DEFINITIONS. BOHEMIA.—An idyllic resort for people of culture who wear ragged clothing and consider it vulgar to pay their debts; a refuge for securing indemnity for social ostracism. LABORER.—A man to whom the world owes a living, because he is too indolent to earn one_himself. A DISTURBING ELEMENT, comicbooks.com