National Geographic : 1942 Jan
The National Geographic Magazine Dr. Raymond A. Dillon "Sunk" in the Trough of a Mountainous Wave An instant later the Yankee bobbed up again on the crest of a swell (oppo site page). Loafing along in this storm rig, Yankee was dry and comfortable. The camera used for this photograph and the one opposite was kept dry in a waterproof can until the instant of picture taking. signed on as blacksmith and sailmaker, both old windjammer jobs, and the skipper's wife as bath stewardess! At sundown after leaving Gloucester the wind failed, so under power we headed down through the Cape Cod Canal, nearly freezing on the way. By noon we were off Cutty Hunk and with a fresh breeze coming up were well beyond Block Island by nightfall. So far the weather had been quiet and smooth, for which we were thankful, with a tired and green crew and many small articles not yet stowed se curely. The next week, however, is remembered by some of the crew as a series of nightmares. We met with three cyclonic storms and sailed di- rectly through the cen ter of two of them. Once, just before we got the Yankee prop erly hove to in a nasty cross chop near the storm's center, she rolled close to 45 de grees. The mate, the radio operator, and the cook were the only ones not under the weather. Though the wind blew harder during the last hurricane, the crew was getting its sea legs, and many were out on deck watching the seas. The Yankee was hove to and the wheel lashed hard over. What a ride we had! We would climb way up the steep side of one of those huge waves, then dive headlong into the next hollow. Fascinated, we watched the seas come at us. Our little schooner could take it all right; she rode the seas like a gull. It was a fine show that afternoon, but we would have liked it bet ter if the wind had let up before dark. Full gales are never much fun at night. The roar of the wind, the bat tering of the waves against the hull, and the motion of the ship are all intensified in the dark. In the morning things had eased up enough so that we could hoist the mainsail again and be on our way. We certainly were proud of the Yankee. "Bos'n Chairing" Thrilling Sport Once south of Cape Hatteras, the life of the ship changed. With sunny days and warmer breezes, seasick sailors recovered. Everyone took it easy, sprawling on deck in the sun, reading in the shade of the boats, and enjoying relief from the boisterous North Atlantic. Be low, everything dried out and the sun shone down the wide-open skylight.