p.2 Among The Islands - Warner's yacht, the Siesta, has been out at Clayton.
The yacht Junita, now lying at Clayton, has been chartered for the season by Chas. G. Emery of New York.
The wreckers are still at work at the prop. Oneida, getting ready to use the pumps, three of which have been put in position for use.
Some time ago Mr. G. Osborne, Secretary of the K. & P.R.R. Co., sold his 10 ton yacht, the George Frederick, to Mr. Glenn, Owen Sound. Mr. Glenn arrived here a few days ago to take possession of the yacht to Owen Sound. Monday was the day set for the departure, and Mr. T. Paddon, ex-President of the Seamen's Union, was engaged by Mr. Glenn to sail the yacht to Toronto. It will be remembered that the wind played high carnival on that day. Exactly at 1 o'clock the asylum was passed, and the yacht scudded along before the breeze "like a thing of life." At six o'clock the yacht was almost at Salmon Point, and there was no abatement in the fury of the storm. It blew a perfect gale from the north-east.
About ten o'clock at night the sensations were frequent. Paddon says the waves rolled as high as the mast-head, that the spray caused by collisions with them dashed over the occupants of the boat every few moments and in time drenched them. Glenn is a good yachtsman and Paddon somewhat enjoyed the position as he knew he had a safe boat and one easily handled. He says she fairly jumped out of the water occasionally, and gliding down one breaker pierced another. At 3 a.m. in the morning one of the bobstays gave way, and the anxieties of the situation increased. The man at the helm was still gamey, but he wouldn't have felt so happy on some crafts. In fact he doesn't think he would take $500 and one of Kingston's yachts and go through the same experience. At Port Hope a halt was made, and the bobstay fixed. At Oshawa, reached at 6 o'clock p.m. another halt was made for the night. On Wednesday morning a fog interfered with the progress of the yacht, she hove to with close-reefed mainsail and stowed jib, but at 4 o'clock she arrived in Toronto.
Mr. Paddon says it is a long time since he had such a rough voyage. The behaviour of the George Frederick on Monday night justifies him in saying that she is one of the safest yachts afloat. Mr. Glenn left with the yacht for Owen Sound on Wednesday night. He wanted Mr. Paddon to go with him to his destination, but the latter's engagement ended at Toronto and he did not desire to go further.
CUT DOWN IN A FOG.
During the fog says the Oswego Palladium on Thursday night a disaster occurred eight miles out which sent the schr. Nellie P. Downey to the bottom with 6,700 bushels of rye. The schr. Downey was on her way to Oswego from Napanee. Captain Bartley stood on the quarter deck with a foghorn in his hand, when the lights of a tug suddenly appeared. The Captain supposed the lights to be those of the night tug. They belonged to the tug Glide, on her way across the lake with the barges Oswego and Oneida, loaded with coal. The schooner passed the tug all right, and still supposing it was a harbor tug, Capt. Bartley "hove to" with the intention of taking in his canvass. He could see nothing. This movement brought her between the Glide and her barges, and she brought up on the tow line. In a moment the head barge, the Oswego, crashed into the Downey amidships, and she rapidly filled. It required prompt action to save the crew of the schooner and two women in the cabin. The only thing saved from the vessel was the fog horn, which Capt. Bartley held in his hand. In four minutes from the time the collision occurred the Downey disappeared.
The Glide and her barges were forced to return for shelter. The Downey, owned by Gaylord, Downing & Co., was valued at $6,000. She was built eleven years ago, rated A 2, and was partially insured. No blame can be attached to anyone for the accident - it was unavoidable.
The schr. Olive, Charlotte, arrived yesterday with a cargo of coal.
Thomas Naughton, who died at Port Dover on June 7th, aged 70, came to Kingston in 1842, and Port Dover in 1846.
Mr. S.J. Kilpatrick is loading the sloop Pilot with stone for the U.E. Loyalists' Church at Adolphustown.
Arrived at Swift's - str. Corsican, Prescott; Corinthian, Toronto; and the steam barge Belle Wilson, Brockville, for Trenton, light.
The steamer Corsican, of the Royal Mail line, runs to Prescott only, where she connects with the Cultivateur for Montreal.
The harbor is very quiet. Several vessels in commission have been pounding the wharves for weeks while awaiting cargoes.
This morning a schooner lay at Four Mile Point. She wanted a tug, and the Wright and Folger realized the fact. The one that got to her first would certainly be engaged. Steam was got up on both of them, and they started. It was a good race all the way. The Wright got to the schooner first.
M.T. Co. - Arrivals: prop. Alma Munro, Duluth, 7,802 bush. wheat; schr. Speedwell, Toronto, 13,802 bush. wheat; schr. G.S. Houghton, Milwaukee, 22,787 bush. wheat; tug Glide with two barges, 1,200 tons coal from Oswego. Departures: tug Glide, four barges, 1,200 tons coal and 4,000 bushels grain.
Capt. J.H. Scott claims that the prop. Persia made the fastest passage on her late trip from Montreal that has yet been made. He had a full load of freight, called at the way ports and made the passage from Montreal to Toronto in 48 hours, or two straight days.
The repairs to the steamer Rothesay are about completed, and the boat will be launched on Monday or Tuesday. H.P. Alden, of Montreal, manager, is in the city and says he is astonished at the rapid way in which the work was done. "Mr. Power had a big job and he did it quickly." he added. The steamer begins running on June 23rd, and will connect at Dickenson's Landing with the Prince Arthur for Montreal.
She Was Indignant and Plain Spoken - An amusing incident occurred on the steamer Norseman while crossing from Rochester to Port Hope. A young lady had been very ill and was sitting near the stove when a man laid his hand on her shoulder and said:
"I would like to speak to you a moment," said the stranger.
"Well, I don't want to speak to you," angrily returned the victim of sea-sickness.
"I belong to the boat," explained the man, "and wish to speak to you."
"Oh, you belong to the boat," said the young lady. "You may speak to me if you belong to the boat."
"You were very ill last night," said the stranger; "would you like a cup of tea?"
The young lady blushed up under her bangs, at first refused the proffered beverage, but finally accepted it. Stevenson, the steward, was both satisfied and revenged.