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A GALE ON SATURDAY BUT IDEAL…

WATCHING AND WAITING.

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WATCHING AND WAITING. It was the day before the great event-the Friday before the Saturday, when the Swansea Bay Royal Regatta was to take place. The yachtsmen of the Channel had been jubilant for months. Friday they were in ecstasies, simply. The sky was clear, the sun was warm, a good stiff wind blew, and our bay looked as it never looked before—and, the Meteor, the Britannia, the Satanita, &c., were due here. Everybody was anxiously expectant. A rumour circulated in the morning that the Britannia had been seen down Channel had the effect of sending a couple of hundred people to the Mumbles. The rumour was wrong, the expectant ones were disappointed. That the boats would be off the Mumbles Head by four p.m. was regarded as a dead certainty. A few, however, were sure two or three o'clock at the latest would see them. They included the Mayor (Alderman F. Bradford) Captain Dahne (German Consul), W. F. Smith (Regatta secretary), Johnsrm, Mr. T. P. Martin, Mr. P. Shuttlewood, Mr. A. Michael, and Mr. W. Ll. Thomas. They arrived at the Bristol Channel Yacht Club at the Mumbles by the 12 train from Swansea. No one seemed to know what their business was. Probably they wanted to be the first alongside the Royal yachts. When asked whither they were bound, Captain Johnson said they were simply bent on a little pleasure cruise--nothing more and nothing less. They boarded the Challenger consciously proud of the fact that they were the first to set out to meet the yachts, and they complimented each other upon their tact and forethought! But little did they dream what was in store for them. They not only failed to see the yachts, but the less experienced sailors among them' suffered from the mal de vier sensation, and succeeded in getting into Swansea only when 11 o'clock had come round and after much trouble. In the meantime the expectancy and curiosity of the people had been keenly accentuated. Crowds lined the foreshore hundreds dotted the hills overlooking the bay, and every yacht that rounded the Mumbles Head was subjected to speculative criticisms. By 7.30 p.m. upwards of twenty yachts had entered the bay. They presented a pretty picture, enhancing the beauty and symmetry of the bay to an extent considered almost impossible. Every yacht was as smart as she could be, with her beautiful sails going up, burgee and ensign flying in the breeze of the loveliest evening that could possibly have been provided for the eve of a great event like the Swansea Bay Royal Regatta. On the Thursday it had rained heavily, but what did it matter ? On the Sunday the wind might blow a hurricane, but what would that matter? Friday was delightful, and so would Saturday be. Had we not had four months of dry, fine weather ? Was a change to set in on the day of the great event, about which we had talked so muck, of which we had hoped more ? Certainly not And Swansea people shook hands with themselves over their good fortune. OMINOUS SIGNS. At about 8.30 p.m. on Friday the writer left the Bristol Channel Yacht Club — where all was gaiety and ex- expectancy—for Bracelet Bay, and climbing the hill near the Inner Sound gazed down the Channel. Here he sat for nearly an hour. In that hour sickening suspicions were roused within him. The rumbling and moaning of the sea grew louder and deeper; the curtseying and bobbing of the yachts under the Read- which half-an-hour previous had been slow and graceful—became more vigorous and brisk; the Mixen Bell's tolling lost its cadence at each toll, and the mist which bun,, over the waters on the Devonshire side of the Channel grew thicker and nearer. At mid- day the wind, which had been fairly brisk in the morning, died away somewhat, and the only doubt which arose in the people's minds was whether there would be enough wind. There is always that doubt in yachting forecasts —that and the lesser fear of having too much- without which, however, yachting would be no fun at all. But as the writer sat on the hill in Bracelet Bay miniature squalls struck his face, each succeeding one stronger and longer than the other. The wind was rising, and quickly, too. The outlook grew more suspicious each minute. At nine o'clock it became as clear as phosphorous that we were in for rough weather. The wind blew quite fiercely into Bracelet, and the receding tide t laughed revengefully. Anxious eyes peered through binoculars down the Channel, but not a sail could be seen. The Challenger was steaming up off Pwlldu Point. Her captain, like an old war-horse, scented the battle in store for them, and so put on all steam to reach the Mumbles before rude Boreas became too turbulent. Rounding the head in fine style, the tug dashed toward the flotilla of yachts that were being tossed about, and tootled a loud tootle, which could have been heard at Swansea. To those on shore the tootle seemed to say Hip, hip, hip, hurrah, the yachts are coming j but it was nothing of the sort. An old Mumbles dredger remarked to a crowd of people on the Cliff Road Thees't can go home, for thee'l see no yachts to-night, and if thee'st stop here thee'st '11 get wet." It was not raining just then, but half-an-hour afterwards the rain- clouds opened and huge drops fell. It was the commencement of a storm which dashed the cup from the lips of thousands of people. A STORMY NIGHT. So fierce did the storm become by the morning that the flotilla of yachts under the Mumbles Head were forced to run for the Swansea Docks. The bay was like a boiling cauldron the waves chased each other like mad horses. The coasting vessels that had anchored under the Head since Thursday evening were safe. Had they gone on their passages they would have been caught right in the teeth of the storm. Perhaps they would not have survived it. Their captains knew that a storm was near, and sought safe anchorage until it blew over. But where were the yachts all this time-the Britannia, the Meteor, the Satanita, the Ailsa, the Isolde, the Caress, the Saint, &c. ? Ask the captains, and they will say they were beaten and battered about in the Channel as they had never been before. The Ailsa, the Isolde, the Caress, and the Saint were forced to make for Milford Haven. The others continued the journey, under the charge of the Knight of the Cross and another tug. They arrived off the Mumbles Head at about twelve o'clock on Saturday morning, where they found shelter until day-light. It was impossible for them to stop there longer and they were forced to make for the Swansea Docks, followed by the smaller yachts. Thanks to skilful handling the South Dock was entered without any damage being done, except that the Satanita met with a slight mishap which displaced some of her handrails. The crews were dead beat; the storm had thoroughly exhausted them, and even had the day turned out one of the finest it was clear they could not have raced. The storm of wind and rain continued, and by eight o'clock it was generally known that the much-talked of Swansea Bay Royal Regatta had been ruined, for that day, at any rate. The excursions by land and sea had been rendered practically useless, although it is calculated that about 7,000 people came to Swansea. It was a bitter disappointment, the most bitter Swansea has ever experienced. We had worked hard and long for the Royal Regatta; the members of the Committees had been so energetic and unselfish; the public had been so thoughtful and generous. And to have it all spoiled by a storm of wind and rain after four months of gloriously fine weather. Any other day and we should have welcomed the storm; it was welcomed by thousands, we have no doubt; but it was unfortunate that the first break in a phen- omenal spell of phenomenally fine weather should occur on the day of all days that we wanted fine. The people took the blow struck at them in good heart. They saw it was no use crying over spilled milk, or trying to control that which was beyond human power. The consolation Swan- sea people had was one which did them credit. It was that they had done their duty. No one could have done more. That knowledge enabled them to bow their heads to the inevitable with more grace of heart than they would have otherwise. The members of the Regatta Committee seemed to have had all life knocked out of them when they first met on Saturday morning; but they soon buckled to. Captain Smith hurriedly convened a meeting, which was well attended, and after a slight discussion it was decided to postpone the regatta and a deputation was appointed to wait on Lord Lonsdale, whose magnificent steam yacht lay near the Britannia in the South Dock, and ask him to use his influence in getting the yachts to race on Monday. The result of the interview was received at about 12.30 a.m., and when it was made known the utmost enthusiasm prevailed. Lord Lonsdale, on behalf of the captains of the various yachts, said he was quite willing that the boats should race on Monday, and so the Swansea Bay Royal Regatta was postponed till that day. INTERESTING NARRATIVE BY COL. PIKE. Colonel Pike, who, with Colonel Mock and Mr. Arthur Smith, came round with the tug from Kingstown, describes his trip as follows The Knight of the Cross arrived at Kingston at 8 p.m. on Thursday, having left Liverpool at 8 p.m. the previous day. The party witnessed a grand race, and the tug was all ready at 8 p.m. for towing the yachts to owansea. The yachts, however, were not ready at this time, and this is unfortunate, for had they left at this early hour they would not have had such a heavy sea, and so strong a wind to contend with. However, at 11 o'clock the yachts were all ready, and the Britannia, Satanita, Caress, Isolde, and Corsair were disposed off behind the tug. The course was S.lW., and the wind was blowing from the south-west till about half- way to the Bishops, the sea rising all the time and the wind gaining in strengh. By this time it was daylight. At this point Col. Pike's entry in his diary is Only wish we were round,' and he adds the significant remark, Two out of five turned up for breakfast.' When about six miles north of the Birhops the Cardiff pilot boats No 50 and No. 70 were sighted, an extraordinary fact when it is learnt that no Swansea pilot boat was spoken even after the Mumbles Head was rounded. At 2 p.m. they were abreast the Bishops with a heavy head, the boats rolling .awfully, but it was fine and clear. The vaehts were off Skomer at 3.45, and they kept close ill. The Satanita here set her forestaysail, Caress and Britannia setting staysails and tiae wind was south, and all ° the crews were the Britannia set sail, and the Isolde also set her canvass. At this point several large warships and a torpedo fleet was sighted; also the Cardiff pilot boat No. 11. The course was then S.E.iS. Off St. Ann's at 4.25 ten more large warships were sighted, while soon after the Meteor was caught up in tow of the Evange- line, having her topsail, foresail, and jib set. Off here there was a heavy beam sea, and the behaviour of the yachts was quite a sio-ht When off Caldy the Isolde's tow rope parted. The crew of the yacht were very smart. They took in the jib and forestaysail and immediately got a jib-headed trysail set, and then sailing by the wind and heading up the 0 Channel her master quickly got hold of a new rope, which the captain of the tug very smartly passed to the Britannia, behind which Isolde had been towing. Half an hour was occupied in this work, and the success with which it was accomplished in such rough weather speaks volumes for the skill of Capt. Gough, of the Knight of the Cross. Then without further incident the yachts passed the Helwicks, and steered a course to the Mumbles Head. When off Langland, how- ever, the towrope of the Isolde again parted, and the captain decided to sail on round the Mumbles. Great difficulty was experienced on board the tug in picking up the Mumbles Light owing to the rain, accompanied by a south-east gale. Long before this point was reached it had been fully expected to find a Swansea pilot boat. Indeed, one was expected off the Worm, and none being found there it was deemed an absolute certainty that one would be found before the Mumbles Head was reached. None, however was forth- coming, and unaided the yachts got into the outer roads about three-quarters of a mile east of the Mumbles Light. Here flash lights were shown and hooters blown from 12.30 till nearly 2, and as these were quite ignored, it was finally decided to advise the Britannia to bring up, as the yachts might do better on their own chains than on a tow rope. This was done and, the other yachts casting off, they dropped anchor and rode till daylight, when the .Challenger gave the yachts a lead into dock." THE YACHTS. The Britannia, Meteor, Satanita, and a crowd of smaller yachts lay in the South Dock and South Dock Basin, and were visited by thousands of people on Saturday and Sunday. It rained heavily all day Saturday, but on Sunday it was fine, and everything promised to be all right for Monday. The Britannia, Meteor, and Satinita were,of course, the centres of attraction, and created the greatest admiration. They are magnificent boats, wcrth going miles to see. Appended are some interesting particulars concerning them:— The Britannia, designed by Mr. G. L. Watson, was built at Glasgow by Messrs. Henderson, who have turned out other such famous craft as the Valkyrie and Meteor, also by the way, designed by Mr. G. L. Watson, and in her first season met with an extra- ordinary amount of success, as will be seen by the following record:—Number of starts, 43; first prizes, 24; other prizes, u; total prizes, 33; total value, £1,572, which, by the way, did not include the Royal Alfred Challenge Cup (value R100) or the German Emperor Challenge Cup (value X150). The Britannia has a record which has never been equalled by any yacht, and it is more than probable that when the returns for the present seascn are made up she will have another four-figure innings to her credit. As a matter of fact, with her prizes in the Mediterranean she is well on the way towards the coveted amount already. The Britannia is under the command of Captain Carter, one of the best skippers that ever handled the tiller. Carter has associated with him Mr. William Jameson, of Iverna fame, one of the best Corinthians that ever stepped on board a yacht, and the two, in combination with a picked crew, are well nigh invincible. The Meteor was built this present season for the German Emperor by Messrs. Henderson, of Glasgow, Mr. G. L. Watson, the designer of the Britannia, being responsible for her lines. In appearance she greatly resembles the Prince of Wales' cutter, though she has a rather prettier stem and a noble cut off counter, while she is considerably larger than her predecessor. It may be mentioned that from the truck of the topmast to the water-line on which she sails she measures 168 feet, while the boom to which her mainsail is laced is over 100 feet in length. The Meteor's crew is composed of 39 Englishmen, three Scotchmen, and one German. Captain Gomes, who commands, is an Englishman, and was in the service of the Emperor on the Thistle, which was the first Meteor, and is now known as the Comet. Mr. Charles Day Rose's big cutter the Satanita is the hard weather boat of the fleet. When the stormy winds begin to blow this fine craft, which was designed by a Southampton draughtsman, Mr. J. M Soper, can show the way to the fleet, but in light winds she makes a very poor show. Visitors to the regatta had no difficulty in distinguish. ing Satanita, which has a rather stunted looking stem as compared with the spoon bows of the other big racing boats. Satanita, it will be remembered, ran into the second Valkyrie, owned by Lord Dunraven, at one of the Clyde regattas, a couple of years ago, and sank the unfortunate America's Cup challenger. Mr. A. D. Clerk, who then owned the big cutter, has since retired from yacht racing. Mr. Rose, the owner of Satanita, is also the owner of the twenty-rater Penitent, Penitent, which was also designed by Mr. Soper, who is now busily engaged laying down the lines of another big boat for Mr. Rose to take the place of the Satanita next season. Mr. Rose, after the failure of Valkyrie in the America's cup races last season, issued a challenge to the Americans, but owing to the strong feeling among yachtsmen that Lord Dunraven had been badly treated, he withdrew it. By the way, a peculiarity about all Mr. Rose's boats is that they are named after his well-known race horses. The only big Fife designed boat is the Ailsa, which, when it came out a couple of years ago, gave promise of making the Britannia take a back seat. She was not so successful last season, but this year the promise has been fulfilled. Young Willie Fife, Ailsa's designer, is more at home with 40 raters, and his Isolde is one of the best racing boats that ever floated, as she last year won over £ 1,000 in prizes for her owner, Mr. Peter Donaldscn, a well-known Clyde yachtsman. The Saint, Mr. F. B. Jamieson's fine 20 rater, which has been defeating the crack Niagara so often during the season, is really a miniature Isolde, being built on the same lines, on a reduced scale, of course. Niagara is a second year's boat, and has done fairly well, although in light weather she is no match for either the Saint or the Penitent. MONDAY. A great sigh of relief went up from all Swansea when Monday came around. The weather was delightfully fine, with a fairly brisk breeze. It was an ideal yachting day, and some grand sport was looked forward to. The Ailsa arrived in Swansea on Sunday evening. Swansea Bay was simply charming on Monday morning. The yachts were astir early, and by 9 o'clock the bay was studded with craft of all shapes and sizes. The Meteor was towed out of dock by Lord Lonsdale's steam launch Evangeline, whilst the Knight of the Cross took charge of some of the others.

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