— I went on deck and sent Ellison below. We anchored off the New York Yacht Club at 26th Street, and Lucius came on board for lunch. February 6, GEORGETOWN, S. C. It rained all day, but nothing leaked, since we have put glue in the cracks.
Without waking the sleeping men, we quietly turned ship and started the motor. The boiled eggs turned out hard, but I blessed a strong stomach and ate mine anyway. — Stephen telegraphed to Mr. L-not to come till next Thursday. Then the funny old shape of the Merriconeag Hotel would come into sight and you would recognize where you were.... At this point Stephen thrust the wheel into my hands and ran forward calling directions. Cry of perfection from a carpenter crossword answers. We decided to go to Savannah. He was back in a second, shouting 'All right! ' Soon we shall have passed the point. Those days in the Gulf Stream are already beginning to lose whatever unpleasantness they had, for that is one of the curious things about sailing. The annual trek South is still going on, and every day new boats come in and others leave. — Everyone on deck to take down the jib, which has torn. Something about her looked strangely familiar, as did the antics of the figure on the bowsprit taking down the jib.
The whole boat shook and quivered so that it tore one's heart, and her stern was lifted up. If you will allow me to make you a nice cup of tea.. FACEBOOK SAYS 'TECHNICAL ISSUE' CAUSED ITS ADS TO APPEAR ON PUBLISHER WEBSITES WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION LARA O'REILLY SEPTEMBER 9, 2020 DIGIDAY. Cry of perfection from a carpenter crossword snitch. With every sail on the boat drawing, she is running as dead before the wind as she can go, precariously near the jibing point. Every character in it was highly staked.
Stephen said, 'Well, I guess this is the end of this boat. Their fates were as unhappy and wretched and miserable as fate can be. On a chart the coast of Maine is shreds — long-fingered inlets with vistas between many islands out to sea. I had read that if you kept absolutely still for the first half hour you became numb and could pose indefinitely; so I thought I would try it.
A disreputable little yawl called the Astra — two men and a woman aboard — is anchored next to us. I agreed, and she went on, 'He's rather a character. The night before last, just at sunset, we were watching the big hermaphrodite brig Intrepid, which had lain in here the past four days, sailing out with all her sails set and the slanting rays of the sun making her brass blaze like fire, when we noticed a small boat rapidly approaching. He nourished a mania for making everything himself. It was strange, stumbling on deck from a sound sleep, to see the other boat looming so close. Cry of perfection from a carpenter crossword clue. I let Stephen sleep, as he needed it badly. They ask us where we are going and I am tired of explaining that we are not going anywhere until we feel like it; that we like boats and this one happens to be our home; that, besides, my husband has a certain amount of work to do, as he is having his fourth one-man show in February.
People say the coast of Maine is grim and forbidding. — We passed long stretches of sand near the entrance, but lately the channel is rather winding, with trees on either side. An astounding peacefulness lulls our small world. If I had my way this would be purely a sailing vessel and we should burn oil lamps. One of his remarks concerned a lady who had recently been killed in an automobile accident: 'Of course we were all very sorry she was killed, but at the same time we were sort of glad that something had happened to a Cape May person. All the way up the coast I have watched the spring coming to different places.
I stayed up two hours and finished Smirt. She hung there motionless, the mainsail flapping. There is the usual lift in everyone's spirits with the break of day. Paper plates already seem natural. Even now this expedition has its elements of humor, and, for the discomforts, some marvelous compensating moments. The log read a hundred and eighty miles. This afternoon, coming back from Meeting Street, I stopped over by the Astra. — I have had the wheel the past hour. In the dusk we anchored on a shallow place half a mile from Gravesend between three barges and a big full-rigged ship. All winter long I have sat in other harbors and thought of the summer when I would sit on deck in Boothbay. In No More Sea Wilson Follett describes it, saying that the 'high clouds, flat as marble slabs on their under sides, turned a kind of refulgence downward, investing' the landscape 'with an inexpressibly beautiful and strange distinctness' till you felt you were 'seeing new-created colors, or old colors through newcreated eyes, so limpid and tenuous was this cloud-refracted northern air. ' The people we have met in other places we have compared unfavorably with Maine people. Ellison, his eyes dancing with excitement, says, 'Keep it up, Steve.
All engines are so completely incomprehensible to me that I feel they are purposely perverse and malicious, with wills of their own. This is partly because I have learned to relax completely whenever I am off duty even for an hour. Apparently he spends all his time driving about the country by himself, visiting graveyards. Then, too, from this trip I have learned a lot about what one feels like eating in unhappy moments: dry, tasteless crackers and unlimited coffee come first, then hot soups or mushy platefuls of milk and shredded wheat. The picture is really a portrait of the Cornwallis (the miniature ferryboat), but he has painted also the quality of this still clear day. I am so glad we can stay at anchor; we had to get special permission from the harbor master. As a side line he has been tracing down the Etniers and has decided, to his brother Carey's disgust, that they were of German, not French, origin.
The boat is moving fast. He is working much better here than in Charleston, where he was continually irritated by the self-conscious picturesqueness of the place. He sits in the cabin with the skylight open while Ellison, who is usually working on deck anyway, engages them in conversation. To know the kind of day is always interesting. 00 A. M. the Delco seemed unusually low, so I turned out the binnacle light and steered by moonlight. The boat was steady enough for everyone to eat breakfast — scrambled eggs on deck. Then, with no warning, there was a grind, a crash, and another crash. We went on watch at 12. In the dark water they looked like a whole lot of silver quarters that you had thrown overboard. Stephen fished for dolphins with a lamb chop, but desisted when I said they made a very human cry when killed. — We had a letter saying that it is still very wintry and cold in New York. Below-decks is in its usual disgusting, unbelievable mess — even worse than usual because of wet clothes everywhere. It would begin with the unevenmeasured music of the names: Merrymeeting Bay, Monhegan, and Seguin; Cutler, He an Haut, and Frenchmen's Bay; Cutters Nubble, Christmas Cove; the Cranberry Isles, Vinal Haven, Tenants Harbor. I became exhausted by taking the wheel from 11. till 2.
We frantically telegraphed Mr. Lnot to come, that we would work north gradually by ourselves. Before the war he was in the German air force, from which he was discharged for dueling. The moon was full and very luminous; the calm, unruffled sea was like liquid Monel metal. Stephen went ashore to paint directly afterward. He told me very seriously that he had 'gotten over seven hundred, but there were two or three good ones he just could n't lay his hands on. ' He is indefatigable and a superlative sailor. Let's run her right up on the mud at the end of Ash Cove. ' In Maine the snow melts and leaves in its place drifts of tiny white wild flowers across emerald grass, while the air still tastes like a drink of ice-cold water. The light in Maine is different from the light anywhere else.... It was quite still and the boat seemed moved forward by some invisible force.
Its nearness and mountainousness change continuously as the boat goes up and down the slopes of the waves. I could not stand seeing that Ideal White Swan Laundry man grimacing around again. I have been thinking of all our early struggles with the various mechanical parts of the boat and of how, as Stephen said, they really made us love her more. The sea was confused and the wind strong.
It is another glorious day. Stephen went to bed at 8. If he needed a new mast he anchored by a wood for a few days t ill he had cut and made one (he indicated his latest — the little jigger-mast). I remember how proud I was, when I was first married and came to live in Maine, because I learned their names so quickly. I made him a cocktail to try to cheer him up a bit. Once I had to cook a brown Betty for five hours. — Our electrician has just left. Bends over backwards.