Daily Evening Bulletin

THE GENESTA'S VOYAGE
CAPTAIN CARTER'S ACCOUNT OF HER
GALLANT TRIP HOME.

Portsmouth, Nov. 2.—The little Genesta whose arrival was cabled, saucily anchored within a cable's length of that huge old hulk, Lord Nelson's flagship, the Victory, when a reporter boarded her. She looked as trim and tight as though the voyage of 8,800 miles which she had just done in nineteen days and nineteen hours were a dream. A few stitches and a coat of paint will make her as fresh as when she left England.

Capt. Saunders, the navigator who brought her over, left for New York. He is delighted with the yacht and declares that he never would have believed that a vessel of her size could behave so well. He seems to regard his perilous trip as mere child's play. He says that though he has sailed across the Atlantic thirty or forty times he never shipped so little water.

Capt. Carter and Mr. Beaver Webb were having a "bad quarter of an hour" with the custom house officers when the reporter stepped on deck. "What sort of a journey had you?" "A capital one," replied Capt. Carter, opening his log. "A wonderfully quick run over. Nobody injured except the mate, who hurt his foot badly when we were lowering the trysail. We weighed anchor at 2:55 p. m. on October 8. After we passed Sandy Hook we had rainy squalls and a head set. At 8 p. m. we lowered the foresail and let her go easy, heading E. S. E. By noon on the 9th we had made ninety-nine miles, but the weather moderating, the next day we put on 199 more."

From this point forward the Genesta had a tough battle. On the morning of the 11th, when about three hundred and fifty miles out, the topsail halyards chafed through. Capt. Saunders took in the sail and found the gaff halyard block split. A nasty beam sea was running, but by noon another 212 miles was added to the record, though it still blew hard and every man had to keep his weather eye open. This splendid record was eclipsed on the following days, when the cutter made respectively 238 and 240 miles. "I never knew a yacht of this size to do such a run," remarked Mr. Webb at this point. "The most I ever made, even on the Mediterranean, was 207 miles."

On October 14 the weather was so ugly that the captain hove to. Much time was now lost in tacking. The record on the 15th is only seventy-five miles; but fairer weather followed and the Genesta again made good headway. On the 20th she had the bad luck to break the neck of the trysail gaff, and the crew were obliged to lower the sail and rig a jurymast till the evening, when they got up the sail again and boomed out the spinnaker. Stormy squalls and high seas continued almost uninterruptedly after this, but the gallant yacht skimmed along "like a duck," said Capt. Carter, often doing nine or ten knots an hour. The Genesta now passed several vessels. "At a quarter to 11 o'clock on Tuesday morning," said Capt. Carter, "we sighted the Lizard. The same evening we made the Start light on the port bow. We passed the Needles at 7 a. m. Three hours later we brought up safe and sound in harbor."

"What about the race?"

"It was a fair race," replied Capt. Carter. "The Puritan is the quicker boat, but this one is the better. I would not run another match over the same course, though."

Just then the captain began to get restless. "I'm sorry to hurry you," said he, "but the tide won't wait." A few minutes later the Genesta glided out of Portsmouth harbor.

She reached Wivenhoe, Essex, where she will lie up for the winter.