When one looks seaward from the shore, and sees a ship disappear
in the horizon as she gains an offing on a voyage to India, or the
Antipodes perhaps, the common idea is that she is bound over a
trackless waste; and the chances of another ship sailing with the same
destination the next day, or the next week, coming up and speaking
with her on the “pathless ocean,” would to most minds seem slender
indeed. Yet the truth is, the winds and the currents are now becoming
so well understood, that the navigator, like the backwoodsman in the
wilderness, is enabled literally to “blaze his way” across the ocean;
not, indeed, upon trees, as in the wilderness, but upon the wings of
the wind. The results of scientific inquiry have so taught him how to
use these invisible couriers, that they, with the calm belts of the
air, serve as sign-boards to indicate to him the turnings and forks and
crossings by the way.
Let a ship sail from New York to California, and the next week let
a faster one follow; they will cross each other’s path many times,
and are almost sure to see each other by the way, as in the voyage
of two fine clipper-ships from New York to California. On the ninth
day after the _Archer_ had sailed, the _Flying Cloud_ put to sea.
Both ships were running against time, but without reference to
each other. The _Archer_, with wind and current charts in hand,
went blazing her way across the calms of Cancer, and along the
new route down through the north-east trades to the equator; the
_Cloud_ followed, crossing the equator upon the trail of Thomas of
the _Archer_. Off Cape Horn she came up with him, spoke him, and
handed him the latest New York dates. The _Flying Cloud_ finally
ranged ahead, made her adieus, and disappeared among the clouds
that lowered upon the western horizon, being destined to reach her
port a week or more in advance of her Cape Horn consort. Though
sighting no land from the time of their separation until they
gained the offing of San Francisco,--some six or eight thousand
miles off,--the tracks of the two vessels were so nearly the same,
that being projected upon the chart, they appear almost as one.
This is the great course of the ocean: it is 15,000 miles in
length. Some of the most glorious trials of speed and of prowess
that the world ever witnessed among ships that “walk the waters”
have taken place over it. Here the modern clipper-ship--the noblest
work that has ever come from the hands of man--has been sent,
guided by the lights of science, to contend with the elements, to
outstrip steam, and astonish the world.--_Maury._