_Aristides_—The Aberdeen White Star Flagship 274
_Loch Etive_, of Captain William Stuart and Joseph Conrad fame 284
The Loss of Lochs _Shiel_ and _Sunart_ 287
Passages under 80 days to Sydney in 1881 300
Passages to Australia in 1882 and 1883 324
_Mount Stewart_ and _Cromdale_—The Last of the Wool Clippers 335
Iron Barques of Walker and Trinder, Anderson 341
Occasional Visitors in Australian Waters 344
_Helen Denny_ and _Margaret Galbraith_ 349
End of Some of Shaw, Savill’s Earlier Ships 350
Patrick Henderson’s Albion Shipping Company 354
_Christian McCausland_ Loses her Wheel 363
Robert Duncan’s Six Beautiful Sister Ships 376
_Wellington_ Collides with an Iceberg 382
_Marlborough_, _Hermione_ and _Pleione_ 384
_Taranaki_, _Lyttelton_ and _Westland_ 384
Appendix A—Extracts from _Lightning Gazette_, 1855-1857 391
„ B—Later American-built Passenger Ships to Australia 410
„ D—Log of Ship _Theophane_, 1868—Maiden Passage 414
„ E—List of Clipper Ships Still Afloat and Trading at the Outbreak of War, August, 1914 416
Emigrant Fleet in Hobson’s Bay _Frontispiece_
_Donald Mackay_ entering Port Phillip Heads 83
_Orient_, arriving at Gibraltar with Troops from the Crimea 148
_Pekina_ and _Coonatto_ at Port Adelaide, 1867 154
_John Duthie_ at Circular Quay, Sydney 154
_City of Adelaide_, David Bruce Commander, 178
Mr. Thomas Carmichael, of A. & J. Carmichael 200
_Thomas Stephens_, _Cairnbulg_, _Brilliant_ and _Cutty Sark_, in Sydney Harbour 266
_Mermerus_ in Victoria Dock, Melbourne, 1896 284
_Loch Torridon_, with perforated Sails 308
_Wellington_, at Picton, Queen Charlotte Sound 382
Sail Plan of _Ben Cruachan_ and _Ben Voirlich_ 234
Sail Plan of _Loch Moidart_ and _Loch Torridon_ 304
Those splendid ships, each with her grace, her glory, Her memory of old song or comrade’s story, Still in my mind the image of life’s need, Beauty in hardest action, beauty indeed. “They built great ships and sailed them” sounds most brave, Whatever arts we have or fail to have; I touch my country’s mind, I come to grips With half her purpose thinking of these ships.
That art untouched by softness, all that line Drawn ringing hard to stand the test of brine; That nobleness and grandeur, all that beauty Born of a manly life and bitter duty; That splendour of fine bows which yet could stand The shock of rollers never checked by land. That art of masts, sail-crowded, fit to break, Yet stayed to strength, and back-stayed into rake, The life demanded by that art, the keen Eye-puckered, hard-case seamen, silent, lean, They are grander things than all the art of towns, Their tests are tempests, and the sea that drowns. They are my country’s line, her great art done By strong brains labouring on the thought unwon, They mark our passage as a race of men Earth will not see such ships as those again. —JOHN MASEFIELD.