#Schooner Wharf

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Bidwill's gardener, George Dart, remembered:

After we crossed the bar and coming into the river, scores of naked blacks swam to the schooner and boarded. They explained to the captain where the deep water was, pointing the way the schooner would have to go. When we arrived at the wharf at the "Old Township" there were more naked blacks, male and female, about the wharf, more so than whites. As soon as they commenced to discharge the cargo of the boat, which was principally flour, a train of blacks began carrying the 200lb. bags of flour to Mr. H. Palmer's store and other places on their heads, and all in rotation. In fact, nearly all the discharging of vessels in those days was done by the naked blacks.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

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"N. P. Railway, Tacoma [Wash. Terr.] Shipping first cargo of halibut caught in Puget Sounds by crew of schooner Oscar and Hattie. September 20, 1888." By N. B. Miller.

Record Group 22: Records of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife ServiceSeries: Albatross Cruises from the West Indies through the Strait of Magellan then North to California and along the West Coast to Alaska

Black and white photograph of men in working clothes standing on a wharf next to a train car. The men are posing around a number of large fish. One man is handing a fish to a man in the train car.

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Morro Bay Harbor, CA (No. 1)

While governed by Mexico, large land grants split the surrounding area into cattle and dairy ranchos. These ranchos needed shipping to bring in dry goods and to carry their crops, animals, and other farm products to cities.

The town of Morro Bay was founded by Franklin Riley in 1870 as a port for the export of dairy and ranch products. He was instrumental in the building of a wharf which has now become the Embarcadero. During the 1870s, schooners could often be seen at the Embarcadero picking up wool, potatoes, barley, and dairy products.

A subspecies of butterfly, the "Morro Bay Blue" or " Morro Blue" (Icaricia icarioides moroensis) was first found at Morro beach, by the entomologist Robert F. Sternitzky, in June 1929.

Source: Wikipedia

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The Pearl Incident in 1848 was the single largest recorded escape attempt by enslaved people in US history. On April 15, 1848, 77 enslaved attempted to flee DC by sailing away on a schooner called The Pearl. They planned to sail south along the Potomac River and north up the Chesapeake Bay and to the free state of New Jersey.

The mass escape attempt was organized by both Black and white abolitionists in DC. Paul Jennings, the former enslaved of President James Madison, and Paul Edmonson, whose wife and 14 children were still enslaved, were the initiators of the escape. They enlisted the help of William Chaplin, a DC white abolitionist who in turn contacted Philadelphia abolitionist Daniel Drayton, Captain and owner of The Pearl, and pilot Edward Sayres. Abolitionist Gerrit Smith of New York provided financial backing for the escape.

With the help of numerous members of DC’s free Black community, slipped away from their places of work or residence on the evening of April 15 and made their way to The Pearl at a wharf on the Potomac. They boarded the ship which set sail. After realizing their enslaved and The Pearl were missing, sent out an armed posse of 35 men on the steamboat Salem. They caught up with The Pearl near Point Lookout, Maryland, boarded the vessel, and took the enslaved and the ship back.

An angry mob formed and for the next three days lashed out at suspected white abolitionists and the entire free Black community of DC in what would be known as the first DC Riot. The mob focused much of its wrath on Gamaliel Bailey and his antislavery newspaper The New Era.

Once the DC Riot ended, the slaveowners sold the attempted escapees to slave traders from Georgia and Louisiana, who took them to New Orleans. Two of the Edmonson children, Mary and Emily, were purchased and freed.

A provision of the Compromise of 1850 enacted by Congress ended the slave trade in DC although it did not abolish slavery. The Pearl incident is said to have inspired Harriet Beecher Stowe in her writing of Uncle Tom’s Cabin. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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Time for a behind the scenes reveal: the playlist of a writer.

This is a mix of physical media, and whatever I can find on YouTube. Make of it what you will.

• The Maid on the Shore- Trad.

• Northwest Passage- Stan Rogers

• Peer Gynt Suite 1- Edvard Greig

• Wiscasset Schooners- Lois Lyman

• The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald- Gordon Lightfoot

• Don’t Forget Your Old Shipmate- Trad.

• She Moved Through The Fair- Trad.

• Pavane for a Dead Princess- Maurice Ravel

• Cobh of Sorrow- Bob Wright

• The Leaving of Liverpool- Trad.

• Lowlands- Trad.

• Fisherman’s Wharf- Stan Rogers

• Redemption Song- Bob Marley

• Witch of the Westmoreland- Archie Fisher

•The Parting Glass- Trad.

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Dutch Maritime Loanwords in English

Discovering Dutch Through the Sea Dutch has had an extensive impact on global languages, thanks to its history as a seafaring nation and its colonial ventures.

Loanwords from Dutch often reflect the practical, everyday life of a society deeply involved in trade, exploration, and the development of infrastructure.

The Dutch you already know. If you're an expat looking to start learning Dutch, you might be surprised to find you already know more words than you think! Many Dutch words have found their way into English, particularly in maritime language.

As a seafaring nation with a rich naval history, the Dutch contributed numerous terms that sailors, traders, and explorers brought with them around the world.

Words like "yacht," "skipper," and "buoy" are just a few examples. But why do these words sometimes look or sound a little different from their Dutch origins? Over time, loanwords evolve in both spelling and pronunciation, adapting to the new language while still carrying a bit of their Dutch heritage.

In this blog, we’ll dive into the fascinating influence of Dutch on maritime English and show you how your first step into learning Dutch might already be aboard! Let's explore some often used words in English, that have clear identifiable Dutch roots. Why some words have become different in pronounciation is food for another blog.

Welcome on board and let's set sail on Dutch maritime loanwords in English! Here goes:

Yacht - From the Dutch jacht, meaning "hunt" or "fast sailing ship."

Skipper - From the Dutch schipper, meaning "ship captain."

Sloop - From the Dutch sloep, a small boat.

Schooner - from the Dutch schoener, a type of sailing vessel defined by its rig: fore-and-aft rigged on all of two or more masts.

Deck - From the Dutch dek, referring to the surface covering the hull of a ship.

Bowsprit from the Dutch boegspriet, the spar extending forward from the vessel's prow.

Keel/Keelhaul - From the Dutch kielhalen, meaning "to drag under the keel of a ship as punishment."

Freight – Refers to goods transported by ship, derived from Dutch vracht.

Flotilla – A group of small ships, from the Dutch vloot (fleet).

Hawser – A thick rope or cable for mooring or towing a ship, possibly from Dutch haas (hook or rope).

Gybe - from the Dutch word gijpen, a change course by swinging the sail across a following wind.

Maelstrom - from the Dutch word maalstroom, a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

Avast – A command to stop, from the Dutch hou vast (hold fast).

Dock – The area of water between two piers, from the Dutch dok.

Wharf – A structure where ships dock to load or unload, derived from Dutch werf (shipyard or dockyard).

Taffrail – The rail around the stern of a ship, from Dutch tafereel.

Cruise - Cruise is adapted from the Dutch verb for crossing, 'kruisen'.

Sluice - From the Dutch sluis. A sluice is a water channel controlled by gatess.

Canal - From the Dutch kanaal, a man-made waterway.

Anchor - From the Dutch anker, a heavy object to hold a ship in place.

Tide - From the Dutch getijde, tide refers to the rise and fall of sea levels.

In all the harbours along the North Sea sailors used a common lingo, and this helps to explain how vulgar slang and taboo words from Dutch entered into English. We will skip explicit vulgar words, but even a common word like sh*t has Dutch origins, unfortunately. Today it would seem the loan is being repaid with interest, as English shit! is now the most common and popular exclamation in Dutch.

Set Sail on Your Dutch Language Journey with Flowently As you’ve discovered, Dutch has made waves in the English language, especially in maritime terms. So why not dive deeper into the language itself?

Whether you want to understand more about Dutch culture or communicate with locals, learning Dutch can open doors to a richer experience in the Netherlands. At Flowently, our private tutors offer personalized lessons that make learning Dutch practical, fun, and tailored to your needs. Ready to embark on your Dutch language journey? Book a session with Flowently today! Check out our website for a special offer.



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"'MAHAHAT' ARRESTED," Vancouver Sun. May 29, 1934. Page 13. --- CREW CLAIM $1926 FOR WAGES ---- The five-masted schooner Malahat as arrested this morning by Marshal Valter M. Cochrane.

Less than two months after she sailed out of Vancouver Harbor, re- conditioned for coast shipping, the Malahat once again lies at the Burrard docks after running ashore in a fog.

Now she is attached for wages totalling $1926 claimed by members of her crew since Feb. 12.

Writs have been issued out of Admiralty Court against the Malahat Hamilton Read Patterson, solicitors for the following members of The crew: Capt. Robert Gemmeli Lawson, master, who claims $713.30; Chester R. Stone, assistant chief engineer, $252; George Lewis, junior engineer, $234.60; Ronald Stone, junior engineer, $174; George Smith, boatswain, $109; Allan Whiting, third ate, $183.80; Percy Conover, able seaman, $95.80; Thomas Adair, cook, 103; Norman Towers, steward, $47; Falter Brown, cabin boy, $13.50.

This five-masted schooner has had an interesting career since she was launched at Victoria in 1917, and made her first voyage to Australia and return entirely under canvas, in the lumber trade.

In 1923, the Malahat went into the liquor trade and for 10 years was a "mother ship" for rum runners off the coast of California and Mexico.

After many months at the North Vancouver wharf, the Malahat went to dry dock and was reconditioned early this year for the coast trade only to run ashore after a call at Prince Rupert.

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The Ghostly Voyage of Ellen Dower

Ellen and Ned Dower were real, historical figures; that much is true.

The Dowers lived in Conche, on Newfoundland’s great northern peninsula, in the later half of the 19th century.

They are well-remembered, not so much for their successful business or contributions to the community but, for the tale of an impossible visit Ellen paid to her husband’s sealing ship in the spring of 1872.

Winter in Conche

It was winter 1872 and Ned Dower was looking through the window at the schooner, Elsie. He owned the ship with his brother John. She wasn’t a big boat but, the Elsie was profitable and, between the cod fishery and seal hunt, the men could feed their growing families and manage to offer work to a good number of locals from Conche too.

Winter was a slow season for the Dowers. The Elsie had been tied to the wharf since late fall and, by the end of February, Ned was itching to set sail again.

Thankfully, it would soon be time for seals.

Ned Dower’s Mistake

Ned wanted to be able to head to the ice floes the minute the conditions were right. To that end, he hauled out his old sea chest and began filling it with the things he might want for the voyage. If he hadn’t been in such a rush, he might have noticed a small box in the bottom corner of the chest.

The box held an assortment of important papers. Among them were the deeds he and his wife Ellen needed to guarantee their financial well-being..

The box didn’t really belong in his sea chest. He had quickly stashed it there for safe keeping after were reviewing the papers and forgotten about it. He had no intention of taking it to sea with him; the papers would be safer on dry land. If he’d seen it there, he’d have given it to Ellen to stow away but, in his rush, he missed it and soon, it was tucked away under his blankets and clothes.

By March 1st the conditions were perfect for seals. The Elsie left Conche with Ned at the helm… and a misplaced box of important papers in the chest under his bunk.

By March 17th, the Elsie was ‘in the fat.’

The seals were plentiful, and for the next week the men worked hard, pausing long enough only to sleep.

Things couldn’t be going better.

The Missing Papers

Everyone knew Ellen Dower as a capable woman. If Ned was skipper of the Elsie, Ellen was captain at home. She took care of the business affairs on land while Ned was at sea.

She’d grown used to Ned’s voyages but she didn’t like them. His life was a dangerous one, and she was never quite at ease when he was gone. She was always half-afraid something bad would happen to him. When she was worried about Ned, she found herself worrying about other things; things that wouldn’t normally bother her.

Shortly after Ned left, she found herself thinking about their financial affairs. She wanted to review the papers, to set her mind at ease but she couldn’t find their little document box anywhere.

She knew if it wasn’t in the house it must be aboard the Elsie, but wasn’t like Ned to take it, especially without telling her. She tried to put it out of her mind, but it worried her.

What if Ned didn’t have the papers? What if they were lost?

Ellen’s Worry

By March 25th the worry had taken it’s toll. She was exhausted.

Early in the evening she retired to her favourite chair. Over the last week her daughter had been reading a story aloud, she was looking forward to hearing more of it but, despite her interest, it wasn’t long before Ellen’s head nodded.

Noticing her mother was asleep and missing the story, Ellen’s daughter put the book down and spoke. There was no response.

She walked over to her mother and spoke again. Still, no response.

Whatever she tried, she couldn’t rouse her mother. Frightened, she ran to the neighbour’s house for help.

They applied every remedy they could think of, but still Ellen was frozen in place. Worse yet, she seemed to be deteriorating. With each passing minute her arms and legs felt colder and the colour drained from her skin. They wrapped her with blankets but it was no good.

Soon her breathing slowed, then no one could find a heartbeat.

Ellen Dower was dead.

Aboard The Elsie

By March 25th, Ned knew the crew need a break. The hunt had been going well and everyone was exhausted. He instructed them to take the evening off, and to get some rest.

The sun had barely set when most of the men were asleep.

Ned retired to his quarters, too. As he lay on his bunk he thought, if the sealing continued at this pace, he’d be back in Conche in a matter of days.

Just as he began to doze, he heard something. It sounded like a rustling on the stairs. If he didn’t know better he’d think it was Ellen. It sounded, for all the world, like the noise Ellen’s dress made as she hurried about the house. He could almost smell her perfume.

What could be making that sound?

He sat up and, before his feet hit the floor, he felt like his heart stopped.

It was Ellen. She was in his room aboard the Elsie.

It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible; Ellen was in Conche, some 70 miles of sea ice and ocean away.

He couldn’t speak, and even if he could, what would he say?

In all their years of marriage, he’d never seen her look so miserable, so tortured. She seemed determined, as if consumed by a single purpose. It was as if Ned weren’t even there.

She pulled the wooden chest from under Ned’s bunk and began searching though it. One-by-one all the articles came out. She stacked them neatly beside her on the floor. Then she found the document box.

She opened it and unfolded the papers inside. She quickly glanced through the documents, and returned them to the box. She put the box back in its place and re-packed the chest.

She pushed the chest back under the bunk, left Ned’s room and disappeared from the Elsie.

Ned was heartbroken.

Even through his shock, he knew this could only mean one thing. He’d heard talk of ‘tokens’ — apparitions of loved ones appearing to their families as they were dying — but he hadn’t believed in them; not til now.

But what else could it have been? A dream?

He pulled out the chest from under the bed and riffled through it. There, just where Ellen had found it, was the document box. He had no idea he’d brought it with him. He couldn’t have dreamed it, Ellen had been there.

Miles from home, Ned began to come to terms with the news fast spreading through Conche — his wife was dead.

Ned told the crew what he had seen. They tried to convince him that everything might be okay but they quietly agreed there was little hope for Ellen Dower.

They small crew join their hands in a prayer and decided to make for Conche as quickly as the ice and wind would allow.

If they could do one last thing for Mrs. Dower, they vowed, it would be to deliver her husband in time for the funeral.

Ellen’s Wake

Back at the Dower house, people were stunned; how could Ellen Dower have died? Mere hours ago she had seemed healthy enough. It didn’t make sense.

Sense or not, there were plans to be made and in the kitchen there was talk of a wake.

In the inside room, Ellen’s daughter crouched next to her mother, whose body was still reclined in her favourite chair. She held her mother’s cold, motionless hand.

Then, suddenly there was a noise. It was like a gentle cough.

Hopefully, she scanned her mother’s face. It didn’t seem as pale.

Could it be? Yes, Ellen was breathing again!!

As if waking from a deep sleep, Ellen slowly opened her eyes. Her lips trembled, “I’ve been so far… so far from here,” she whispered.

“I walked through the ice and climbed over rocks. I passed Grey Islands and I found her. The Elsie was so far away, but I found her. Ned has the papers. Everything’s fine,” she sighed.

With that, Ellen drifted into a heavy sleep.

The Elsie’s Return

As if their prayers were answered, the Elsie cleared the ice the next morning and the crew set a course for Conche, where they were sure they’d find Mrs. Ellen Dower dead.

It was going to be a sad homecoming.

Usually when the Elsie returned from the front it was with full colours. They’d hoist their with flags in celebration of a prosperous hunt and joyful homecoming.

But there was no joy aboard the Elsie, so no flags were raised.

As Conche came into view, they looked for some sign; something to re-assure them that the skipper’s encounter had been wrong and Mrs. Dower was still well.

They saw nothing; nothing to confirm nor deny their fears.

As they were scanning the shoreline, the people of Conche were looking toward the Elsie. There were no flags and that meant one thing — it was a ship in mourning. Someone on board must be dead, they thought.

When the Elsie tied to the wharf, the grieving crew was met with a sea of worried faces; each group afraid to have their fears confirmed.

Much to their relief, they soon sorted out the confusion. It was the best possible news, everyone was well! Ellen Dower was alive and there’d been no death on the Elsie.

They were happy, of course, but as the story came into focus, there was a sense of unease.

What strange event had unfolded around them? Talk of tokens was one thing, but this was something beyond understanding.

Had Ellen Dower left her body behind? Had she travelled miles across the frozen ocean to her husband’s schooner, to ease her troubled mind?

The two halves of the story — one told on shore, and the other recounted far out at sea — fit together perfectly.

It didn’t make sense, but there was little choice but to believe it.

Strange Truth or Tall Tale?

Are tokens real? Can a person astral project or bilocate, or whatever it is Ellen Dower supposedly did?

I’m not a big believer in the supernatural, but I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

The suernatural aside, Ned and Ellen Dower were real citizens of Conche in the 1800s. Their names appear in multiple historical records. That doesn’t, of course, mean they did any of the things attributed to them.

This legend took hold in the early 1900s when it was set down on paper by writer J. W. Kinsella.

Kinsella wrote, “This story came to me from the lips of Captain Edward Dower himself, under his own roof … Many of their children are still living in Conche, who can corroborate the story.”

Take from that, what you will.

In the years since Kinsella’s publication, the story has been told and retold many times, with varying details (See ‘Conflicting Accounts’).

One of the best known versions comes from novelist Earl Pilgrim, who provided more context for the tale in his book, The Ghost of Ellen Dower.

It was published in 2002 by Flanker Press.

Your Turn

Do you think there’s any truth in the tale of Ellen Dower?

Do you have any stories of tokens?

I’d love to hear your thoughts; the comments are always open.

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Sunday Firesides: Make It Past the Port

As a young man, Jack London joined the crew of a schooner bound for seal hunting in the Pacific.  When his ship pulled into port in the Bonin Islands, Jack gazed with wonder upon the jungle-covered volcanic peaks and breathed in the exotic scent of the tropics. “It was my first foreign land,” he remembered. “I had won to the other side of the world, and I would see all I had read in the books come true. I was wild to get ashore.” Jack and his best mates spotted “a pathway that disappeared up a wild canyon, emerged on a steep, bare lava-slope, and thereafter appeared and disappeared, ever climbing, among the palms and flowers.” The men were stirred to follow the trail, sure they’d discover “beautiful scenery, and strange native villages, and find Heaven alone knew what adventure at the end.”  But as they disembarked, they came first to the island’s pier, where other sailors were partying. Jack’s companions suggested they have a drink before starting on their hike, and London acquiesced.  Jack made it no further ashore. He ended up spending the entirety of his leave at “a drinking-place which was very like a drinking-place at home or anywhere else over the world.” Many of us get stuck in a similar “tourist trap” — both literally, and figuratively. Life is a vast continent, and we all begin our existence on its shores. Pacified by the easy entertainments available along life’s wharf, captured by the desire to fit in with the crowds that throng there, most people never make it to the mountains of meaning that lie further inland. Be that rare traveler who explores more deeply. So that at the end of your life, you won’t have to say with regret, as Jack did, “I never climbed that lava path among the flowers.” The post Sunday Firesides: Make It Past the Port appeared first on The Art of Manliness. http://dlvr.it/StG88W

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"The Schooner Jane of Bath, Maine" by William Bradford American, 1823–1892 Oil on canvas Bath, 1857

William Bradford (1823–1892) was an American landscape and marine painter who focused mainly on the Northeastern United States.

The Schooner Jane of Bath, Maine is a painting showcasing a schooner off the coast of Maine entering a harbor. It is one of Bradford’s most iconic works and is now part of a private collection in the USA.

In the 1857, Bath was a bustling port town, with over 60 vessels arriving and departing from the main wharf daily, carrying goods from all over the world.

William Bradford's painting "The Schooner Jane of Bath, Maine" is an oil painting showcasing a schooner entering a harbor. A backdrop of puffy clouds fill the sky and rolling hills in the distance provide a tranquil setting. The hull of the schooner is red, with a white upper deck and a black mast, its billowing sails reflecting the wind on this peaceful voyage. The artwork captures the beauty of Bath, Maine during the period of increased maritime activity in the late 19th century.

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THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE

THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE - https://keywestlou.com/the-charge-of-the-light-brigade-3/On this day in 1854 Alfred, Lord Tennyson published The Charge of the Light Brigade. One of the greatest historical poetic works of all time. The Battle of Balaclava occurred during the Crimean War on October 25, 1854. The poem commemorates the courage of 600 British soldiers who charged a heavily defended position during the Battle. The British were outnumbered 11-1. Four hundred sixty nine of the 600 were killed. Tennyson captures the bravery of the 600: "Half a league, half a league / Half a league onward, / All in the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred. / 'Forward the Light Brigade! / Charge for the guns!' he said. / Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred..... / Theirs not to make reply, / Theirs not to reason why, / Theirs but to do and die..... / Cannon to the right of them, / Cannon to the left of them / Volleyed and thundered; / Stormed at with shot and shell, / Boldly they rode and well, / Into the jaws of death, / Into the mouth of hell / Rode the six hundred." A late lunch yesterday at Harpoon Harry's. Eggs benedict. Busy today. Grocery delivery this morning. Jaqueline. She has been my delivery person forever. Works hard for a 56 year old woman. Generally, 7 days a week. Syracuse/Georgetown at 1. A meeting of former Big East rivals. Many a recollection I have of their competition. The Big East was formed in 1979. The Carrier Dome opened in 1981. I took a box. It marked the beginning of my affinity for Syracuse sports. Jim Boeheim was Syracuse coach. John Thompson Georgetown's. The two despised each other. For real. Competitive both on the court and off. Never spoke with each other unless required. Thompson retired years ago and has since passed on. Boeheim still coaching and in his 47th year at Syracuse. After Thompson retired, the two ran into each other at a conference. They began chatting, shared a drink and became close everlasting friends. Amazing! Neither really knew why they had disliked each other. They made up for it, however. After the game, Sloan. We have work to do. If I was physically in better shape, I would be at the Christmas Boat Parade tonight. Probably watching from somewhere around Schooner's Wharf or the Pier House. Too many people, too much hustling and bustling and too much walking and standing to handle it unfortunately. Any of you in Key West this evening, attend. You will love it, whether on a boat or just standing around on shore watching. Bess Levin is one of my favorite writers. She calls them as she sees them. Interposes her observations with the vernacular. Levin writes for Vanity Fair. Her most recent article appeared on December 8: "Report: Trump Has Been Hibernating At Home For Almost A Month." No Louis thoughts to follow. I merely share certain of Levin's own words for you to enjoy. "After a less-than-rapturous response to his 2024 campaign announcement, the ex-President has 'barely' left the grounds at Mar-a-Lago." "When Donald Trump was preparing to announce his third run for office, he likely assumed the announcement would spark the beginning of a two-year period in which he would be feted the world over. Everywhere he went, people would spontaneously break into song and dance, thanking their 'favorite President' for stepping up to rescue the country. In towns and villages throughout the U.S., parades would be thrown daily in his honor, and not the kind featuring balloons depicting him as a giant, angry baby. No, these would be extremely flattering ones, giving him six pack abs and hair that doesn't look like it could be blown away in the wind. He'd call into FOX News and they'd tell the audience, "We are in the presence of greatness!" The Republican Party would introduce legislation abolishing the Presidential primary, and just give him the nomination. And maybe they'd throw in an addendum that, after he won the general, they'd get rid of the entire electoral process." Levin closes with: ".....he seems to have an inkling of an idea that his candidacy has not been as well received as he'd hoped: The fact that he reportedly has barely left the house in nearly a month." Enjoy your day! Forget not the Boat Parade this evening!  

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the morning commute

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Portland waterfront, circa 1900 Maine Historical Society Maine Memory Network, Item 13916

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The Harbour in Bergen The beautiful harbor in Bergen, Norway. You can see the three schooner ships in front of the UNESCO world heritage site of Bryggen (Old Wharf)

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The Royal Tar accident

The Royal Tar was a sidewheel steamer with a schooner sailplan, launched in November 1835 at Carleton.

When the ship sailed from her berth at Peter's Wharf, Eastport, on 21 October 1836, under the command of Captain Reed, she had a crew of 21 and 70 passengers, including a number of women and children. The passenger list was more extensive than usual as members of a menagerie and their animals, of the Burgess and Dexter Zoological Institute were on board. The animals on board were an elephant, six horses, two dromedaries, two lionesses, a leopard, a Bengal tiger, a gnu, a pair of pelicans and several serpents and exotic birds. There was also a large wax figure cabinet, a safe with the passengers' treasures inside, and a huge show wagon called an omnibus, as well as wagons to transport the cages and the horses to pull them.

The second half of October 1836 saw severe weather on the coast, and when the Royal Tar left Eastport on the evening of 21 October, the wind blew so hard from the west that the steamer pulled to safety at Little River (near Cutler). The storm continued for three days, but on the afternoon of 24 October another attempt was made to continue the voyage. In heavy seas and a persistent westerly wind, the steamer anchored again in Machias Bay and stayed until midnight, when the wind shifted to the northwest and the voyage was resumed.

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In the afternoon of 25 October, the engineer reported that the water level in the boiler had become too low. When the captain heard this report, he ordered the engine to be stopped and the safety valve opened to let out the steam and cool down the engine so that it could not cause a fuer. But it was already too late. About 2,4 km from the Fox Islands in Penobscot Bay, it was discovered that the hot boiler had started a fire.  An attempt was made to extinguish the flames with a hose attached to the pump, but this was unsuccessful. The fire spread rapidly and soon consumed the fire-fighting equipment, leaving only the option of abandoning the Royal Tar.

Now the Royal Tar would have had four boats, but to get all the animals and equipment on board, two were left ashore, so there were only two left. Captain Reed and two of the crew lowered the small boat at the stern and climbed aboard to prepare rafts of debris and rescue as many people as possible. Sixteen of the crew, however, lowered the second, larger boat and left the others to their fate. They rowed themselves until they reached Isle au Haut, but what became of them is not known.

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There was no rescue for the animals, however, and all but two of the horses died. Allegedly, the elephant also managed to break free and go overboard, killing several people in the process, before the animal itself drowned.

Captain Reed and his remaining men, however, kept the boat on standby and, as the terrified passengers began to jump overboard, were able to save several of them by rowing them to the U.S. revenue cutter Veto, who had seen the fire and sailed to the scene to help. However, as the cutter was carrying a lot of gunpowder, Veto could not help directly and had to wait at some distance.

In the end, 32 lives were lost, including four men, nine women and 10 children. And four hours after catching fire, the Royal Tar sank beneath the waves, with all its treasures. Attempts to recover some of it have so far been in vain.