p.2 A letter to editor - about reciprocity; Canadian vessels not being allowed to carry railroad iron into American ports - signed "A Forwarder"
LAKE ONTARIO CROSSED IN AN OPEN BOAT,
DURING A VIOLENT STORM.
On Wednesday last, as one of the heaviest gales of the season was sweeping over the broad bosom of Lake Ontario, the little schr. Prosperity was riding safely at anchor under the Canadian shore, at the mouth of Duffin's Creek, about 25 miles east of Toronto. The Prosperity was manned by Capt. Harrington the owner, his boy, and one man, although a small crew in number, they were equal to their task, as the sequel will show. Some ship stores being wanted, the captain and crew went on shore in their only small boat - a flat bottomed scow about fifteen feet long and four wide, commonly called a punt, to procure them. By the time they were ready to return to the schooner, the wind had greatly increased in violence, but this did not deter them from attempting the passage. They put off from the shore in their frail craft, which soon became unmanageable to a great extent, and they were carried past the vessel into the lake despite of all their efforts. The people on the shore who saw them, were unable to render any assistance, and of course gave them up for lost.
Not so with Capt. Harrington; he resolved to make the most he could of his craft, and test his powers as a navigator. Many brave men would have despaired at such a time, and with such prospects; a wide waste of water before, lashed into fury by the violent "Nor'wester" from behind, and only a miserable wooden trough without sail, and poorly supplied with oars, between him and the tumbling waves that threatened momentarily to engulf them. Capt. H. saw that his only chance of safety was in running directly before the wind and waves. He ordered his man and boy to lie down in the bottom of the punt, and thus trim it as well as possible, while he took an oar and steered the little bark before the gale. She dashed on amid the whitecaps laboring hard to withstand the fury of the waves, which she nobly braved for eleven hours - long hours to the captain, who sat at the steering oar, and his companions who were lying in the bottom of the boat, expecting every moment to be engulphed by each wave which rolled successively by. After eleven hours of anxiety and imminent danger thus passed, the captain discovered the American shore and effected a landing in safety, with great hazard.
Capt. Harrington, on taking a brief reckoning, found himself 16 miles east of Niagara river, having drifted across the lake a little west of the widest part. He had probably sailed fifty miles in his frail craft, amidst a heavy storm - a feat we think unparalled in the history of lake navigation. It was thought to be an act worth telling of a hero, that "Bill Johnson of the Thousand Isles," crossed the lake in a good yawl at the risk of a storm, but to cross in a punt while a storm was raging, as did Capt. H. and his crew, makes Johnson's feat dwindle into insignificance.
Capt. Harrington was not so overcome by the fatigue of his voyage, but that he immediately started for Niagara, and there took the steamer for Toronto, and on Thursday appeared at Duffin's to the great astonishment of the good people there, who had given him up for lost. [Rochester Daily Advertiser]