National Geographic : 1933 Jan
THE CAPE HORN GRAIN-SHIP RACE other side, and in the trough she lay, rolling. It was now madness to go on the main deck. The pooping seas, sweeping everything in their path, had tossed the steering compass overboard, though the steel wheelhouse had saved the helmsmen's lives. The sea had rushed into the saloon, flooding everything. My wife was down there alone, with the heavy chairs and the saloon table torn from their fastenings, wildly careering around. She clung for her life to the handrail. Next morning she counted 72 bruises on her body. The whole ship was in the hands of God Almighty. What could we do? We waited for her to go. Shedidnotgo. Captain de Cloux, who had been flung across the decks and badly injured, now fought his way aft to the wheel and took the weather helm himself, desperately d e t e r- This German A. mined to bring her out in the tropic sun, ber of the trough if he going aloft; see illu years old, he had bee could and if she would grain racers; the ad grain racers; the d come. If she lay there, the healthfulness of rolling in the belly of the sea, with squared yards, she would have to go. He had to run her off before the wind again, to get her braced up and hove to, in order to weather the night. How the wind screamed! Above all, above even its mighty roar, resounded the mighty thundering of the blown-out can vas, with the roaring of the seas sweeping aboard and the gigantic hissing of their boiling crests as they rolled by. The captain, grim and determined, at the weather helm, bided his time. Out of the trough-if she would come-we could not run on without a compass. © A. J. Villiers How MUSCLES ARE MADE B. from the famous Laeisz Line works barebacked hiding new ratlines (tarred ropes used as steps when stration, page 9) in the topmast rigging. Eighteen n five times around Cape Horn in nitrate ships and development of his body bears ample testimony to sea life We had no light. All the lights in the ship had been put out by sea and storm, and in that raving wind it was impossible to light anything. We had no electricity. If we came out of the trough and ran on, we should broach to again. We had to get her out, take in the main upper topsail, and heave to. Captain de Cloux had never hove to in such a ship before. Round the poop, the boys of the crew clung to what they could for their lives. At the wheel the captain, scarce able to stand, clung with bloody hands waiting for a chance to get her off.