National Geographic : 1927 Jul
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Geo. Finlay Simmons THE BEAUTIFUL HORSESHOE HARBOR OF PORTO GRANDE This, the capital of St. Vincent (Sao Vicente), is the most perfect port in the Cape Verde Archipelago. It is protected on three sides by mountains and has its entrance partly shut by the massive island of St. Anthony (Santo Antao), rising in the hazy distance (see illustration on opposite page). the crew ill from exposure and tropical fevers, the specialists worked with sails and sailors helped skin birds. Needles and pins, shoes and sou'west ers, books and beans and shotgun shells bewildering were the kinds of supplies needed to make the ship a self-sustaining world. The lower part of the hold was pretty well filled with the old whaling casks, lying on their sides and containing the major part of the water supply. On top of these were stowed barrels, boxes, and crates of food; bales of excelsior and sacks of cotton for the taxidermists; and many cases of medical supplies presented by the United States Navy. DOWN TO THE SEA IN SHIPS We cast off shore lines as a depressing drizzle enveloped the Connecticut coast. Despite the rain, throngs of people covered New London's water front and cheered us, as a tug towed us down the Thames to Gardiners Bay, where Cap- tain Kidd had anchored many decades be fore (see page 2). We lay at anchor for several days, get ting things shipshape and making ready for sea. Decks were high with equip ment overflowing the hold-so high that the men, as they worked, could scarcely see the surrounding hills and shores tinted red with the foliage of fall. Finally, with all repaired equipment and added stores back in place aboard, at noon of Saturday, November Io, 1923, we weighed and catted our anchors in the bows of the little schooner, slowly came about on an unrippled sea, and moved gently eastward on a southeast breeze. During the afternoon we passed Plum, Gardiners, and Gull Islands; but, after dark, when the tides were setting strong against us, we made a long tack toward Long Island, lying south of us. came about, and made it past Block Island and Montauk Point, and slid comfortably out on to the gentle, open sea. A tiny, black-hulled schooner . .