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28 April 2024

ORCAS ISLAND WELCOMES BACK OLGA STORE !!!!! APRIL 2024


WSF service has had trials with 
crew who cause cancellations
 for the interisland ferries this week.
This dock at Olga, Orcas Island,
 is just below the newly re-opened
OLGA STORE.
How convenient-- get out your chart.




 
                                                                        


                                                                        

Photos courtesy of L.A. Douglas on 22 April 2024.







The bottom photo card was mailed from the 
Olga Post Office in 1955.

Click image to enlarge.
These 3 photo cards by Ellis and Jacobson,
are from the archives of the 
of the Saltwater People Historical Society.©

Five years with buckets of money, hard work, lots of volunteer hours, and hired professional help, a class act; congratulations to you all. Adult beverage, boat moorage within yards, hot coffee, partnership with the Orcas Food Co-Op, you have it up and running, soon to be joined by the US Post Office. 
For more please see the official HERE.

21 April 2024

BOOK REVIEW: The SINKING OF THE PRINCESS SOPHIA . . .



PRINCESS SOPHIA 
Last position
Vanderbilt Reef,
Lynn Canal, Alaska
24 October 1918
All hands lost.
Photograph by Winter-Pond Co.
Juneau, AK.



TAKING THE NORTH DOWN WITH HER.
Authors Ken Coates and Bill Morrison
Oxford University Press,
Don Mills, Ontario, Canada.

"The most tragic maritime event ever to occur on the Pacific Coast was the sinking of the Canadian Pacific Railway Steamer Princess Sophia, in October 1918. All of the 353 crew and passengers aboard died in the icy waters of the Lynn Canal when the ship was southbound in Alaskan waters from Skagway to Vancouver, B.C. The shock to the people of the Pacific Northwest was devastating at the time, particularly in the Yukon and Alaska. But the appalling shipwreck was overshadowed by two concurrent tragedies that took millions of lives -- the Great War and the Influenza Epidemic.
        Time has healed most of the wounds of that period, and few people today remember Princess Sophia. Her sad story is back in the limelight again with a book by two Canadian historians–– The Sinking of the Princess Sophia; Taking the North Down With Her, by Ken Coates and Bill Harrison, published by the Oxford University Press.
      The Princess Sophia, built in Scotland in 1912, was the finest and newest ship operating in Alaska, well-found, well-manned, equipped with wireless, and met all safety requirements.
        On her fatal voyage, she carried a maximum number of passengers, for she was one of the last ships of the season to sail south with passengers escaping the northern freeze-up. Some of the most prominent citizens of the Yukon and Alaska were aboard. One-tenth of the citizens of Dawson City were involved in the winter exodus, so hardly a family in the Northland was unaffected by the tragedy. In addition, the ship carried many of the crews of the Yukon River steamboats. In command of Sophia was Capt. L.P. Locke, one of the most experienced masters in the C.P.R. coastal fleet.
         The liner left Skagway, at the head of Lynn Canal on her last run of the season for Vancouver, B.C., on the early evening of 23 October 1918. She soon ran into a raging storm, for the Lynn Canal is notorious for sudden furious gales that whip down its narrow waters from the north. In a blinding snowstorm, destroying visibility, somehow Capt. Locke lost his bearings. At 2:00 a.m. at a speed of 12 knots, the ship ran up on Vanderbilt Reef, a then poorly marked rock in the center of the channel, and there she settled fair and square on an even keel, though she had suffered a mortal wound to her hull.
        A distress call was sent out, and several small vessels were on the scene from Juneau the next morning. It was hoped she would float off at high tide, but it was not to be. The storm increased in ferocity, from fifty miles to one hundred miles-an-hour winds, while the ship founded and groaned with the fury of the elements. Capt. Locke refused to lower the lifeboats because he feared they would be dashed against the reef. He was apparently not too worried about the fate of the ship, thinking the storm would soon abate.
        For forty frightening hours, the reef maintained the grip on the ship, while all aboard waited for the expected rescue attempt. The storm increased in strength, and the small stand-by vessels were forced to take refuge. The grinding of the ship's plates on the reed added to the apprehension of those on board. At 4:30 on the afternoon of Friday 25 October, a fateful message came over the airwaves from the Sophia.



PRINCESS SOPHIA
photo dated 24 October 1918.
Vanderbilt Reef, Alaska.
Orginal photo from the archives of the 
Saltwater People Historical Society



        "Ship foundering on reef. Come at once."
        
        At 5:20 p.m. the static broke with the horrifying message from wireless operator David Robinson. "For God's sake, hurry. The water is coming into my room."

        It was the last human contact with the ship. She slipped off the reef into the icy seas and sank like a stone. Within hours the adjacent waters were littered with bodies. Every human aboard perished. Only a dog swam safely to shore.
        The people of the nearby little town of Juneau rose nobly to the crisis as they United to search for hundreds of bodies, washed the oil-soaked and battered remains, and prepared them for a decent burial. Everything that could be done was done given the tragic circumstances. The Canadian Pacific rescue ships, Princess Alice and Tees only arrived in time to carry the makeshift coffins south. Their arrival at Vancouver coincided with the celebration of the Armistice on November 11, but the Yukon Territory and Alaska went into mourning.
        The subsequent marine inquiry absolved the C.P.R. from blame, for there were no witnesses alive to tell exactly what had happened on that fateful morning when the ship ran ashore. Relatives of the victims sued the railway company for damages in the American courts. The litigation went on for years, entailing huge legal fees, and was not concluded until October 1932, fourteen years after the disaster, when the U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled in favor of limited liability for the defendants. The relatives received nothing.
        Some of the relatives of the crew members of the ship and of the river steamers were a little more fortunate. In the courts, the C.P.R. fought payment by the Workmen's Compensation Board of B.C., because the tragedy occurred in Alaskan waters outside of B.C.'s jurisdiction. Canadian courts concurred in the claim, and the litigation went to the final court of appeal, the Privy Council in London, which ruled in favor of the bereaved relatives. Widows received the modest sum of $20.00 per month life pension, with a bonus of $5.00 a month for each orphaned child.
        The two authors of the book have taken a scholarly approach to the story. The opening chapters emulate the successful technique used in  "A Night to Remember," by Walter Lord––the story of the sinking of the Titanic. They describe the inexorable decline of the Gold Rush communities in the North, which culminated in the loss by shipwreck of many of their most prominent citizens. The lives of many of the victims have been researched from the human-intere4st side. Appendices include the names of all known victims of the disaster, although several stowaways were never accounted for. The book clearly demolishes many wild rumors that flourished at the time, such as the canard that Capt. Locke refused to launch the boats to save money for the C.P.R.
        The authors are guilty of one geographical 'howler.' They have the Princess Sophia sailing north from Vancouver up Howe Sound en route to Skagway. That would only have taken her to Squamish. And Johnstone Strait is misspelled 'Johnson Strait.'
        There are excellent photographs and maps, but the book would have profited by the inclusion of an index."

Words by Norman R. Hacking
Published by The Sea Chest, a membership journal of the 
Puget Sound Maritime Historial Society.
December 1990.
Archives of the Saltwater People Historical Society.




12 April 2024

THE "FRENCHMAN"

 


"The Frenchman"
COLONEL De VILLEBOIS MAREUIL
in tow 1912,
Columbia River Bar,
caught on film by the noted 
Captain Orison Beaton
Click image to enlarge.
Original photo from the archives of the 
Saltwater People Historical Society©

Captain Orison Beaton was born in the lumber town of Port Madison 30  August 1878, one of five children. He ran away from home at the age of fifteen and the world unfolded to him from the decks of Puget Sound steamers. Later, applying for his first job on a tugboat, he was asked his name. "That's too long and doesn't suit a seafaring man," said the skipper. I'll call you Jim." Young Jim worked up to become master of several of the Puget Sound Tugboat Co.'s tugs; it was during this time he also earned himself a reputation as a good marine photographer.

Perhaps his best-known photograph is that of the three-masted French bark COLONEL De VILLEBOIS MAREUIL passing in over the Columbia River Bar in tow of the tugs GOLIAH and TATOOSH in October 1912. Horace McCurdy recounts the experience as told him by Capt. Beaton:" I saw this enormous sea rolling up astern," said the captain, "and from the tug it appeared as if the bark was being engulfed. My camera was ready and I ducked hurriedly out of the pilot house door, snapped the picture and got back inside just as the GOLIAH herself was smothered in foam. Light conditions were very poor and it was necessary to develop the negative an extra long time to bring up an image."

Captain Beaton was the co-author of what has now become known as the Plummer-Beaton collection of marine photographs. He passed away 29 August 1938.

Short Biographies of Photographers Who Helped to Record the Maritime History of the Pacific Northwest.
By Gordon P. Jones
Puget Sound Maritime Historial Association Newsletter Supplement.
November 1966.
From the Library of the Saltwater People Historial Society.



05 April 2024

SEATTLE'S BARKENTINE DAYS


Barkentine DIAMOND HEAD
(ex-Gainsborough)
O.N. 157574
194.2' x 31.2' x 20.2' 
G.t. 1,012
Built 1866
photo by the remarkable tug master
Capt. H.H. Morrison
Undated. Low-res in public domain.

Text by Margaret Pitcairn Strachan
Courtesy of the Seattle Times 1947

"In 1866 an English ship-building firm named C. Longley christened the first large iron-hulled ship. Hundreds of persons flooded to watch her make her way into the Thames, expecting to see her sink, because such a novelty as a barkentine made of iron couldn't float! But cheers soon were forthcoming, and all those folk who saw the wonder of that age, sail proudly forth, are dead, while today (1947) the ship herself carries on in Seattle's own Lake Union.
        The Lady Gainsborough was indeed a thing of beauty. Painted white, with trimmings of mahogany and with solid teakwood railings, the barkentine had three tremendous masts that carried heavy canvas.
        Today, denuded of masts and super-structure and old-time fittings, she goes by the name of Diamond Head and is leased by the General Petroleum Co to Seattle's City Light for use as an oil-storage tank. Next year, when modern facilities replace the Diamond Head, she will revert to her previous job as an oil barge.
        Fantastic tales have been written about the ship, but mostly they have been the product of someone's imagination. Her real story is thrilling enough without resorting to invention.
        The Lady Gainsborough broke all records when she was in her prime, sailing around Cape Horn with her canvas whipping in the wind. She took mail to Englishmen stationed at the outposts of the Empire, and carried distinguished European passengers. Sometimes she stopped at China and brought back Chinese coolies, crowded together in her hold.
        When bigger ships were constructed, the Gainsborough became a tramp, carrying cargoes of coal and sugar. Laden with coal from Westport, N.Z., she was wrecked at Diamond Head, HI., 31 August 1896. Auctioned for $1,800 and pulled off, she was towed into port and placed under the Hawaiian flag. She was renamed the Diamond Head, for the place where she had come to grief. She served in Allen & Robinson's line of packets between Honolulu and West Coast ports of the US.
        From this time on, the Pacific Northwest figured in the log of the ship. Under a Capt. Petersen, she sailed from Port Gamble, Port Blakely, Port Townsend, Seattle, Vancouver, WA., and Ladysmith, B.C.


Capt. Waldemar C. Sorensen
(1870-1954)
One-time mate of the 
barkentine Diamond Head.
A native of Denmark, Sorensen came 
to Seattle in 1892. He was master of 
vessels sailing to Alaska and 
coastal waters until his retirement
ca. 1917. Before WW I he taught
navigation classes at the YMCA.

Original gelatin-silver photo from the archives
of the Saltwater People Historical Society©


There was a Captain who well remembers this phase of the ship's history, for he sailed on her as mate in 1907.
        The former mate is Capt. Waldemar C. Sorensen of Woodinville. The other day he came to board the Diamond Head once more and stand beside her wheel while I plied him with questions aboard the ship.
        "Here was where the first mate slept." he said, walking along the tarred deck "and here was the second mate's bunk, and here was the dining room. I first saw her when I was a deckboy, sailing on a Danish schooner in 1885. We were lying by Big Ben at London, and she came in. She was good-looking in those days, all right! All white-painted and with the figurehead of the Duchess of Gainsborough."
        Capt. Sorensen enjoyed meeting the present watchman of the Diamond Head, who is in truth a watch-woman--Mrs. Philip Mettler. Mrs. Mettler's husband became the watchman in 1935 and they lived on board, occupying the captain's quarters for two years while a houseboat was prepared for them next to the ship. When there was talk of doing away with the ship, Mettler began working on barges for General Petroleum. Then came the shortage of oil during the war and once more the ship was needed. Mrs. Mettler obtained her license as a "qualified tanker man," 
16 October 1942, and has held the job ever since.
        Three years after Sorensen sailed on the Diamond Head she was sold to the Tyee Whaling Co of San Francisco. Under the command of Captain Barnason, for five years her decks rang with the shouts of whaling men. General Petroleum Co., next purchased the vessel and her glorious days of riding the waves were over.
        Slowly mystery began to enshroud her history. It was told that she had been a vessel carrying prisoners to the penal colony at Van Dieman's Land, Tasmania. Imaginative men claimed to have heard strange noises on board and a tale of the captain's wife being murdered at sea grew rapidly, as well as stories of mutiny aboard her as a slaver.
        Today all known relics of the Diamond Head are gone –– except some teakwood cigarette boxes made from her railing. Her anchor was donated to the scrap drive during the war. Even the captain's quarters are absent. The hold is filled with 7,500 barrels of oil –– a paltry amount compared to the 100,000 barrels a 15,000-ton ship can carry. But those 15,000-ton ships can't boast of having been the first of the large iron ships, or of having been wrecked and salvaged at Diamond Head, or of breaking sailing records long, long ago."