National Geographic : 1942 Jan
Westward Bound in the Yankee As the Yankee sailed steadily along in the warm blue seas of the Tropics, the skipper introduced the crew to his favorite sport, "bos'n chairing." A davit is swung out and the boatswain's chair hung from it on block and tackle. You climb in and someone on deck lowers away. Then you get a real ride, dragging through the water at the Yankee's side. At three knots it is a languid, cooling bath; at five it is a brisk ride; at seven you whip through the water with every bit of energy ab sorbed in holding your self upright; atnineonly afewofthementryit, and everyone gathers at the rail to watch (p. 7). Sometimes the rider is completely out of sight in a smother of foam; sometimes he is in mid-air for several seconds between the top of one wave and the next. It is a mad ride, and never a silent one. Whoops and shouts come from the boatswain's chair, often cut off abruptly just in time to avoid swallow- Dr. Raymond A. Dillon Yankee Hove To in a Blow With only her forestaysail and foresail set, the little schooner rides the rough seas like a gull. These two photographs were taken from a pneumatic boat, made fast to a long line and towed astern. The United States yacht ing the next wave. ensign is painted on t Pausing at Cap Haitien, Haiti, we met and went aboard one of the United States destroyers patrolling the West Indies. Her crew was quite envious of the Yankee's long voyage, which contrasted so strongly with their job of cruising the Car ibbean in their uncomfortable ship. Crossing the Caribbean to the Panama Canal, we sighted several times the looming hulks of steamers at night showing no lights whatever, bringing to mind the fact that war invades even the easy Tropics. The Yankee was inspected for bombs before entering the Canal, and on the way through she carried two armed soldiers. At Panama the Yankee settled lower in the water than ever before. She was loaded with he ship's bow. all sorts of supplies not only for the crew but for friends in the Galapagos and Pitcairn Islands. We took on board for the descendants of the Bounty mutineers their radio trans mitter which had been here for six months after being repaired, bags of mail, boxes of tools, and bales of clothes. Our own supplies included a ton and three quarters of coal for the galley stove and a quarter of a ton of butter. While we were loading, a government mine layer was dropping mines not far away like a turtle laying eggs. We headed south with the scuppers streaming coal dust, but it wasn't long before the shore dirt and coal dust were washed off and the ship spick-and-span.