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THE VOYAGE OF
THE CORDELIA HEALD Tfc» Ccrflrlia Heald lp a rturdy V"-m. ,\r.<i corxi. strong rihs ha." t-h». .A former built her in his tack >ar«1 Ar.d then rut o'^t to sea. Kull-'.uany a month this larvisr^an EailM. Wnh hie mate, a tsrrrpr. tec: They managed the boat ju.-» like a j.iow. These two of a. kind!}- ere?.. But the shhj pjie v.-as s> v.ordrcus wise. Shs would not steer nor hail. She driftf-d homeward. - wile a day. And thereby hang-* this tale. FROM the life of a farmer sov.-jng grain amid the ponty valleys of California, a calm. t;ui*»t life, where one day is the count erparc of the preceding one. to the sale breezes and surging waves that consti tute the life of a sea ca;»tain is a poetic flight— according to how yen look a: it. It may be as well to stay a farmer ami invent harvesting machines that seli for 5150 each. But if you are Joins as well as that you -will want to get rich quicker, and why not get there by water as any other way? At least that is the opinion of Captain John L. Heald. ex-farmcr and inventor, and master of the steam tlredge. three-masted schooner Cordelia Heald, a contrary-minded, wishbone-shaped little craft- The wish for gold was the reason for the captain deserting the peaceful life <'f the handlers of the hoe and the plow and incidentally the beginning of the btnrdy Cordelia, whose mission v.-as lo go gold-dredging in >Jome. She and the captain deciued that to go to sea it way not really necessary to have training or experience as a navigator, or even to be thoroughly proof against seasickness So as soon as Cordelia was finished— and her construction. which has «-:ince been through so much tlriftinj? and steeling, showed that a man nif.y be a farmer 'anil KtfU know how lo buiid a boat that is rtroT.c-^.e turned: her piratical looking . nose northward— bound for St. Michael— o:i August 24. 1500. On this voyage the jaecond skipper 5n command was the wife of the agricultural captain, for whom the craft is named. The little woman had piuck. considering that the sea dog in command scarcely knew port from star board, &nd that the Cordelia ' Heald v.-culd not Fleer except when It suited her — a courrc which she has kept evenly ever since. ' . !t wbs about a hundred miles forward v.hcn the wind was chasing along behind them, anfi airy: a hundred miles back ward v.hcr; it blockaded tha way ahead cf them. It v.-.-js a terrible experience, and they were driven back each time they rtacbc-il t 1 '? C iuTiWa River. Fln j«I1v. rn Datmbfr 21. IPOO. ft was found that tho hundred miles backward had been gaining r.n tlitm and the vessel was discovered to be just <fT San Pedro and ready to stay th^re. which was done. Mrs. lleald'liad enoueh of marine house lrccp'r.g by this time and" vacated the cabin, grcirp to Los Armeies to live. The amateur captain put the boat In •winirr qvartcrs and went to studying books on navigation, and reminiscencing about the time, to be counted by hours, that he had srent on the water when a lad. Then when the summer rolled around again the sturdy little sea-tosssr —a boat of S3 tons and 73 feet in length —sailed for the Klcmath River on July 22. 1901, to dredge for gold, and, as It turned out, to have four months of wind and sea, of storm and calm, and to re turn to the Golden Gate without having entered the Klamath and with two men to whom the sea has been kind In send ing them back alive. For the Cordelia Keald had her way. drifted when she pleased, and sailed when the wind was so that, she could not help it. Now she is kicking up her heels over in Oakland Creek and wondering If next spring, when she again will combat the change ful waters of the ocean in another at tempt to r<?ach the Klamath River, she will have a master who is s«3 reminiscent of his farmer life as to tell her to "lay to" when he means for her to "go ahead." It is bad enough to be a captain, but it is worse to be the first and second mate, the pilot, the cook and the crew; all hands rolled into one man, and a rather small man, too. A. A. Platt, formerly a fruit grower near Los Angeles, has filled all these berths at once on the Cordelia ... Heald, ana still he swears that the sturdy craft Is the finest sea boat afloat, except that "she can't sail and she won't steer." He had to work sixteen hours a day, and It was a "heave ho" sort of time ■with him at first, for the eea acted as If it knew he was a landlubber, and even his own cooking made him sick. He was chief cook and bottle washer, and. about the THE SUNDAY CALL. only thing he did not have to wash was his clothes, and those he never got time to change. He had about as much Idea of making bread as he did of sailing a boat, but how:t^ould any one make even hard tack when they had nothing but sea water to mix it with? So it happened that the first loaf made by the jolly tar was consigned to the ocean at once, and he Bays he saw the fishes playlner marbles with It several times afterward. The next worst Jpb, after playing sailor, of course, was washing dishes. For that sea water must be piping hot and needs a ruinous amount of soap in order to make It efficacious. Platt is a little man,, with a Jolly twinkle in his eye. and wears a nautical looking The Strangest Craft That Ever Put to Sea, Manned by jhe Oddest Crew, And Met With the Queerest,of Adventures. cap with a good deal of knowingness. He is a bachelor, and his idea of home la not the cabin of a home-made schooner. He was after gold when he started on the trip. .He knows a few things now that he didn't know then, and when the Cor- della sails again next summer for the sold fields she will go without him. She Is too rapid and hard to control, he says. If they would give him ;5000 ho would prefer after this to make the journey by land. He remembers the trip as a vast expanse of -work, with a little sleep thrown In. But It Is over now, and he is the sort of a man to remember the pleasant things, and when he takes another tack be all the bet ter for his varied experiences. There was not all comedy, however, in this search for the sands of gold, and Captain Heald Is as glad as any lands man could well be to be back on terra flrma again, and It does his heart good to hear the song of the birds and see th« crass springing? up among the hills. He looks more like an old salt than he ever did before, and he certainly knows more about the sort of man a real old salt should be. But h« Is going to have that gold, and he is going to have the CordfeLj* Heald take him to get it. for he sp€nt J3O.0CO in building her for that purpose. And he has as much obstinacy as she and regards her as the finest vessel of her class to keep afloat most anywhere in the sea. notwithstanding that he never had such a four months in his life as thos« just spent. "Now, I'll tell you," he says, confi dentially, with a stroke of his whiskers and a tug at his sou-wester, "you've got to have a mighty good imagination to think you're on a steamer when you're on board of the Cordelia Heald. She's fitted for steam all right, but it has never been used, and I begin to think now that a landlubber like me, who didn't know the fo-castle from the poop, would not nave made much show with a lot of valves and whistles. If you don't know how to run up a sail just right it won't explode on you! But. I tell you. the Cor delia is about « s good a sea boat as th«r 9 Is afloat. She's got steel ribs closer to gether than th» whalebones in a wom an's stays, though her sides am not more than two inches through. "From the time we left San Pedro on July 22. 1001. till now. never bnt one or two seas broke over us. and she is as dry ns a bone. When we left San Pedro it ww wlth * «ww list or four men. Ona of them was a navigator, something that I thought ft might b» handy to hare around, seeing as most cf my na-rfyatiny had be«n don© In a bath tub, He was a Blue Noae from Nova Scotia, by name Moctler. TT»« Cordelia thought he knew too much. J think, for she humped up h«r -ieck and acted kind of cantankerous, and when we g-ot-to Port Harford the navi gator eot up nome excuse about bis health and left me. "That left It to me to run the ship. "I had then a crew of two besides my self, George Moseley. a youny sailor, a good lad of about 25, whom I hired «j Continued on Page Three.