Near the beginning of the book Boyle
discusses the various kinds of sailboats a beginner might be tempted to
purchase. He ends up by declaring that if you really mean to sail in style —
and especially if you intend to wear white trousers and to look sometimes
through a telescope — then the right vessel for you is a yawl. He continues:
“Right, then, a yawl it is. The
procedure for acquiring one of your own is familiar enough in one form or
another to most people, even on shore, and is known as ‘buying.’
“Note: There is no point in paying
any attention to such exotic or egregious types of craft as scows, dhows,
catboats, jollyboats, barquentines, corvettes, hoys, galliots, lerrets,
randans, bucentaurs, gondolas, wherries, ferries, corsairs, xebecs, sampans,
catamarans or junks . . .”
Well, the three I’d never come across before
were the lerret, the randan, and the bucentaur. In fact, I was so
over-confident of my nautical knowledge that I took it for granted that Boyle
had made those names up. After all, this is a book of exaggerated humor. But
some cautious nook of my brain suggested it might be wise to do some research,
lest I made a fool of myself (again) in public. And lo! all three are real
boats.
The
lerret. The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia says
of the lerret:
“A boat of great strength, built for the heavy
seas: used about the Isle of Portland.”
The randan.
The Encyclopedia of Nautical Knowledge
(Cornell) says of the randan:
“In England, a boat having three
thwarts and operated by three oarsmen, single oars being pulled from forward
and after thwarts, while man on midship pulls two oars. This arrangement often
is termed randan fashion; as, to row r. fashion.”
The bucentaur. The
same invaluable encyclopedia says the bucentaur (Italian bucentoro) was the
“State barge of Venice used each year (1177 - 1797) by the Doge at a ceremony known as Marriage
of the Adriatic, signifying subjection of the sea to her husband, the
Venetian Republic.”
Well, there we are. We live and
learn.
Today’s
Thought
What’s
in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet.
— Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Tailpiece
Sir Winston Churchill used to say
there were only two things more difficult than making an after-dinner speech.
One was climbing a ladder leaning toward you, and the other kissing a girl
leaning away from you.
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