American Merchant Ships and Sailors by Abbot, Willis J. - CHAPTER II.

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American Merchant Ships and Sailors

CHAPTER II.

THE TRAN­SI­TION FROM SAILS TO STEAM--THE CHANGE IN MA­RINE AR­CHI­TEC­TURE--THE DE­POP­ULA­TION OF THE OCEAN--CHANGES IN THE SAILOR'S LOT--FROM WOOD TO STEEL--THE IN­VEN­TION OF THE STEAM­BOAT--THE FATE OF FITCH--FUL­TON'S LONG STRUG­GLES--OP­PO­SI­TION OF THE SCI­EN­TISTS--THE “CLER­MONT”--THE STEAM­BOAT ON THE OCEAN--ON WEST­ERN RIVERS--THE TRANSAT­LANTIC PAS­SAGE--THE “SA­VAN­NAH” MAKES THE FIRST CROSS­ING--ES­TAB­LISH­MENT OF BRITISH LINES--EF­FORTS OF UNIT­ED STATES SHIP-​OWN­ERS TO COM­PETE--THE FA­MOUS COLLINS LINE--THE DECA­DENCE OF OUR MER­CHANT MA­RINE--SIGNS OF ITS RE­VIVAL--OUR GREAT DO­MES­TIC SHIP­PING IN­TER­EST--AMER­ICA'S FU­TURE ON THE SEA.

Even as re­cent­ly as twen­ty years ago, the wa­ter front of a great sea­port like New York, viewed from the har­bor, showed a tow­er­ing for­est of tall and ta­per­ing masts, reach­ing high up above the roofs of the wa­ter-​side build­ings, crossed with slen­der spars hung with snowy can­vas, and braced with a web of taut cordage. Across the street that passed the foot of the slips, reached out the great bowsprits or jib­booms, spring­ing from fine-​drawn bows where, above a keen cut-​wa­ter, the fig­ure­head--pride of the ship--nes­tled in con­fi­dent strength. Nep­tune with his tri­dent, Venus ris­ing from the sea, ad­mi­rals of ev­ery age and na­tion­al­ity, fa­vorite heroes like Welling­ton and An­drew Jack­son were carved, with vary­ing skill, from stout oak, and set up to guide their ves­sels through tu­mul­tuous seas.

[Il­lus­tra­tion: “THE WA­TER FRONT OF A GREAT SEA­PORT LIKE NEW YORK”]

To-​day, alas, the tow­er­ing masts, the trim yards, the web of cordage, the quaint fig­ure­heads, are gone or go­ing fast. The docks, once so pop­ulous, seem de­sert­ed--not be­cause mar­itime trade has fall­en off, but be­cause one steamship does the work that twen­ty stout clip­pers once were need­ed for. The clip­per bow with fig­ure­head and reach­ing jib-​boom are gone, for the mod­ern steamship has its bow bluff, its stem per­pen­dic­ular, the “City of Rome” be­ing the last great steamship to ad­here to the old mod­el. It is not im­prob­able, how­ev­er, that in this re­spect we shall see a re­turn to old mod­els, for the straight stem--an Amer­ican in­ven­tion, by the way--is held to be more dan­ger­ous in case of col­li­sions. Many of the old-​time sail­ing ships have been shorn of their tow­er­ing masts, robbed of their can­vas, and made in­to ig­no­ble barges which, load­ed with coal, are towed along by some fum­ing, fuss­ing tug­boat--as Sam­son shorn of his locks was made to bear the bur­dens of the Philistines. This trans­for­ma­tion from sail to steam has robbed the ocean of much of its pic­turesque­ness, and sea­far­ing life of much of its charm, as well as of many of its dan­gers.

The greater size of ves­sels and their swifter trips un­der steam, have had the ef­fect of de­pop­ulat­ing the ocean, even in es­tab­lished trade routes. In the old days of ocean trav­el the meet­ing of a ship at sea was an event long to be re­mem­bered. The faint speck on the hori­zon, dis­cernible on­ly through the cap­tain's glass, was hours in tak­ing on the form of a ship. If a full-​rigged ship, no hand­iwork of man could equal her im­pres­sive­ness as she bore down be­fore the wind, sail mount­ing on sail of bil­low­ing white­ness, un­til for the small hull cleav­ing the waves so swift­ly, to car­ry all seemed noth­ing sort of mar­velous. Al­ways there was a hail and an in­ter­change of names and ports; some­times both ves­sels round­ed to and boats passed and repassed. But now the cour­te­sies of the sea have gone with its pic­turesque­ness. Great ocean lin­ers rush­ing through the deep, give each oth­er as lit­tle heed as rail­way trains pass­ing on par­al­lel tracks. A twin­kle of elec­tric sig­nals, or a flut­ter­ing of par­ti-​col­ored flags, and each seeks its own hori­zon--the in­ci­dent bound­ed by min­utes where once it would have tak­en hours.

It would not be easy to say whether the sailor's lot has been light­ened or not, by the sub­sti­tu­tion of steel for wood, of steam for sail. Per­haps the best ev­idence that the na­tive-​born Amer­ican does not re­gard the change as whol­ly a bless­ing, is to be found in the fact that but few of them now fol­low the sea, and scarce­ly a ves­tige is left of the old New Eng­land sea­far­ing pop­ula­tion ex­cept in the fish­eries--where sails are still the rule. Doubt­less the ex­pla­na­tion of this lies in the changed con­di­tions of sea­far­ing as a busi­ness. In the days which I have sketched in the first chap­ter, the boy of good habits and rea­son­able ed­uca­tion who shipped be­fore the mast, was fair­ly sure of prompt pro­mo­tion to the quar­ter-​deck, of a right to share in the prof­its of the voy­age, and of fi­nal­ly own­ing his own ship. Af­ter 1860 all these con­di­tions changed. Steamships, al­ways cost­ly to build, in­volved greater and greater in­vest­ments as their size in­creased. Ear­ly in the his­to­ry of steam nav­iga­tion they be­came ex­clu­sive­ly the prop­er­ty of cor­po­ra­tions. Lat­ter­ly the steamship lines have be­come ad­juncts to great rail­way lines, and are con­duct­ed by the prac­ticed stock ma­nip­ula­tor--not by the vet­er­an sea cap­tain.

Richard J. Cleve­land, a suc­cess­ful mer­chant nav­iga­tor of the ear­ly days of the nine­teenth cen­tu­ry, when lit­tle more than a lad, un­der­took an en­ter­prise, thus de­scribed by him in a let­ter from Havre:

“I have pur­chased a cut­ter-​sloop of forty-​three tons bur­den, on a cred­it of two years. This ves­sel was built at Dieppe and fit­ted out for a pri­va­teer; was tak­en by the En­glish, and has been ply­ing be­tween Dover and Calais as a pack­et-​boat. She has ex­cel­lent ac­com­mo­da­tions and sails fast. I shall cop­per her, put her in bal­last, trim with L1000 or L1500 ster­ling in car­go, and pro­ceed to the Isle of France and Bour­bon, where I ex­pect to sell her, as well as the car­go, at a very hand­some prof­it, and have no doubt of be­ing well paid for my twelve months' work, cal­cu­lat­ing to be with you next Au­gust.”

[Il­lus­tra­tion: AN ARMED CUT­TER]

In such en­ter­pris­es the young Amer­ican sailors were al­ways en­gag­ing--brav­ing equal­ly the per­ils of the deep and not less treach­er­ous reefs and shoals of busi­ness but al­ways strug­gling to be­come their own mas­ters to com­mand their own ships, and if pos­si­ble, to car­ry their own car­goes. The youth of a na­tion that had fought for po­lit­ical in­de­pen­dence, fought them­selves for eco­nom­ic in­de­pen­dence.

To men of this sort the con­di­tions bred by the steam-​car­ry­ing trade were in­tol­er­able. To-​day a great steamship may well cost $2,000,000. It must have the fa­vor of rail­way com­pa­nies for car­goes, must pos­sess ex­pen­sive wharves at each end of its route, must have an army of agents and so­lic­itors ev­er en­gaged up­on its busi­ness. The boy who ships be­fore the mast on one of them, is less like­ly to rise to the po­si­tion of own­er, than the switch­man is to be­come rail­road pres­ident--the lat­ter progress has been known, but of the for­mer I can not find a trace. So com­par­ative­ly few young Amer­icans choose the sea for their work­shop in this day of steam.

If this book were the sto­ry of the mer­chant ma­rine of all lands and all peo­ples, a chap­ter on the de­vel­op­ment of the steamship would be, per­haps, the most im­por­tant, and cer­tain­ly the most con­sid­er­able part of it. But with the adop­tion of steam for ocean car­riage be­gan the de­cline of Amer­ican ship­ping, a de­cline has­tened by the use of iron, and then steel, for hulls. Though we cred­it our­selves--not with­out some protest from Eng­land--with the in­ven­tion of the steam­boat, the adap­ta­tion of the screw to the propul­sion of ves­sels, and the in­ven­tion of triple-​ex­pan­sion en­gines, yet it was Eng­land that seized up­on these in­ven­tions and with them won, and long held, the com­mer­cial mas­tery of the seas. To-​day (1902) it seems that eco­nom­ic con­di­tions have so changed that the ship­yards of the Unit­ed States will again com­pete for the busi­ness of the world. We are build­ing ships as good--per­haps bet­ter--than can be con­struct­ed any­where else, but thus far we have not been able to build them as cheap. Ac­cord­ing­ly our builders have been re­strict­ed to the con­struc­tion of war­ships, coast­ers, and yachts. Na­tion­al pride has nat­ural­ly de­mand­ed that all ves­sels for the navy be built in Amer­ican ship­yards, and a fed­er­al law has long re­strict­ed the trade be­tween ports of the Unit­ed States to ships built here. The lake ship­ping, too--prodi­gious in num­bers and ac­tiv­ity--is pure­ly Amer­ican. But un­til with­in a few years the Amer­ican flag had al­most dis­ap­peared from ves­sels en­gaged in in­ter­na­tion­al trade. Amer­icans in many in­stances are the own­ers of ships fly­ing the British flag, for the Unit­ed States laws de­ny Amer­ican reg­istry--which is to a ship what cit­izen­ship is to a man--to ves­sels built abroad. While the re­sult of this at­tempt to pro­tect Amer­ican ship­yards has been to drive our flag from the ocean, there are in­di­ca­tions now that our ship­yards are pre­pared to build as cheap­ly as oth­ers, and that the flag will again fig­ure on the high seas.

Pop­ular his­to­ry has as­cribed to Robert Ful­ton the hon­or of build­ing and nav­igat­ing the first steam­boat. Like claims to pri­or­ity in many oth­er in­ven­tions, this one is stren­uous­ly con­test­ed. Two years be­fore Ful­ton's “Cler­mont” ap­peared on the Hud­son, John Stevens, of Hobo­ken, built a steam­boat pro­pelled by a screw, the mod­el of which is still in the Stevens Poly­tech­nic In­sti­tute. Ear­li­er still, John Fitch, of Penn­syl­va­nia, had made a steam­boat, and urged it up­on Franklin, up­on Wash­ing­ton, and up­on the Amer­ican Philo­soph­ical So­ci­ety with­out suc­cess; tried it then with the Span­ish min­is­ter, and was of­fered a sub­sidy by the King of Spain for the ex­clu­sive right to the in­ven­tion. Be­ing a pa­tri­ot­ic Amer­ican, Fitch re­fused. “My in­ven­tion must be first for my own coun­try and then for all the world,” said he. But lat­er, af­ter fail­ing to reap any prof­it from his dis­cov­er and find­ing him­self de­prived even of the hon­or of first in­ven­tion, he wrote bit­ter­ly in 1792:

“The strange ideas I had at that time of serv­ing my coun­try, with­out the least sus­pi­cion that my on­ly re­ward would be con­tempt and op­pro­bri­ous names! To refuse the of­fer of the Span­ish na­tion was the act of a block­head of which I should not be guilty again.”

In­deed Fitch's for­tune was hard. His in­ven­tion was a work of the purest orig­inal­ity. He was un­read, un­ed­ucat­ed, and had nev­er so much as heard of a steam-​en­gine when the idea of pro­pelling boats by steam came to him. Af­ter re­peat­ed re­buffs--the lot of ev­ery in­ven­tor--he at length se­cured from the State of New Jer­sey the right to nav­igate its wa­ters for a term of years. With this a stock com­pa­ny was formed and the first boat built and re­built. At first it was pro­pelled by a sin­gle pad­dle at the stem; then by a se­ries of pad­dles at­tached to an end­less chain on each side of the boat; af­ter­wards by pad­dle-​wheels, and fi­nal­ly by up­right oars at the side. The first test made on the Delaware Riv­er in Au­gust, 1787--twen­ty years be­fore Ful­ton--in the pres­ence of many dis­tin­guished cit­izens, some of them mem­bers of the Fed­er­al Con­ven­tion, which had ad­journed for the pur­pose, was com­plete­ly suc­cess­ful. The boil­er burst be­fore the af­ter­noon was over, but not be­fore the in­ven­tor had demon­strat­ed the com­plete prac­ti­ca­bil­ity of his in­ven­tion.

For ten years, strug­gling the while against cru­el pover­ty, John Fitch la­bored to per­fect his steam­boat, and to force it up­on the pub­lic fa­vor, but in vain. Nev­er in the his­to­ry of in­ven­tion did a new de­vice more ful­ly meet the tra­di­tion­al “long-​felt want.” Here was a grow­ing na­tion made up of a fringe of colonies strung along an ex­tend­ed coast. No roads were built. Dense forests blocked the way in­land but were pierced by nav­iga­ble streams, deep bays, and placid sounds. The steam­boat was the one thing nec­es­sary to ce­ment Amer­ican uni­ty and speed Amer­ican progress; but a full quar­ter of a cen­tu­ry passed af­ter Fitch had steamed up and down the Delaware be­fore the new sys­tem of propul­sion be­came com­mer­cial­ly use­ful. The in­ven­tor did not live to see that day, and was at least spared the pain of see­ing a lat­er pi­oneer get cred­it for a dis­cov­ery he thought his own. In 1798 he died--of an over­dose of mor­phine--leav­ing be­hind the bit­ter writ­ing: “The day will come when some pow­er­ful man will get fame and rich­es from my in­ven­tion; but no­body will ev­er be­lieve that poor John Fitch can do any­thing wor­thy of at­ten­tion.”

In try­ing to make amends for the long in­jus­tice done to poor Fitch, mod­ern his­to­ry has come near to go­ing be­yond jus­tice. It is un­doubt­ed that Fitch ap­plied steam to the propul­sion of a boat, long be­fore Ful­ton, but that Fitch him­self was the first in­ven­tor is not so cer­tain. Blas­co de Garay built a rude steam­boat in Barcelona in 1543; in Ger­many one Pa­pin built one a few years lat­er, which barge­men de­stroyed lest their busi­ness be in­jured by it. Jonathan Hulls, of Liv­er­pool, in 1737 built a stern-​wheel­er, rude en­grav­ings of which are still in ex­is­tence, and Syming­ton in 1801 built a thor­ough­ly prac­ti­cal steam­boat at Dundee. 'Tis a vexed ques­tion, and per­haps it is well enough to say that Fitch first scent­ed the com­mer­cial pos­si­bil­ities of steam nav­iga­tion, while Ful­ton ac­tu­al­ly de­vel­oped them--the one “raised” the fox, while the oth­er was in at the death.

To trace a great idea to the ac­tu­al birth is apt to be ob­struc­tive to na­tion­al pride. It is even said that the Chi­nese of cen­turies ago un­der­stood the val­ue of the screw-​pro­peller--for in­vent­ing which our adop­tive cit­izen Er­ic­sson stands in bronze on New York's Bat­tery.

From the time of Robert Ful­ton, at any rate, dates the com­mer­cial us­age of the steam­boat. Oth­ers had done the pi­oneer­ing--Fitch on the Delaware, James Rum­sey on the Po­tomac, William Longstreet on the Sa­van­nah, Eli­jah Orm­sley on the wa­ters of Rhode Is­land, while Samuel Morey had ac­tu­al­ly trav­eled by steam­boat from New Haven to New York. Ful­ton's craft was not ma­te­ri­al­ly bet­ter than any of these, but it hap­pened to be launched on

----that tide in the af­fairs of men Which, tak­en at the flood, leads on to for­tune.

But the flood of that tide did not come to Ful­ton with­out long wait­ing and painstak­ing prepa­ra­tion. He was the son of an Irish im­mi­grant, and born in Penn­syl­va­nia in 1765. To in­ven­tive ge­nius he added rather un­usu­al gifts for draw­ing and paint­ing; for a time fol­lowed the call­ing of a painter of minia­tures and went to Lon­don to study un­der Ben­jamin West, whom all Amer­ica of that day thought a ge­nius scarce­ly sec­ond to Raphael or Titian. He was not, like poor Fitch, doomed to the nar­row­est pover­ty and shut out from the so­ci­ety of the men of light and learn­ing of the day, for we find him, af­ter his Lon­don ex­pe­ri­ence, a mem­ber of the fam­ily of Joel Bar­low, then our min­is­ter to France. By this time his am­bi­tion had for­sak­en art for me­chan­ics, and he was deep in plans for div­ing boats, sub­ma­rine tor­pe­does, and steam­boats. Through var­ious chan­nels he suc­ceed­ed in get­ting his plan for mov­ing ves­sels with steam, be­fore Napoleon--then First Con­sul--who or­dered the Min­is­ter of Ma­rine to treat with the in­ven­tor. The Min­is­ter in due time sug­gest­ed that 10,000 francs be spent on ex­per­iments to be made in the Har­bor of Brest. To this Napoleon as­sent­ed, and sent Ful­ton to the In­sti­tute of France to be ex­am­ined as to his fit­ness to con­duct the tests. Now the In­sti­tute is the most learned body in all France. In 1860 one of its mem­bers wrote a book to prove that the earth does not re­volve up­on its ax­is, nor move about the sun. In 1878, when Edi­son's phono­graph was be­ing ex­hib­it­ed to the em­inent sci­en­tists of the In­sti­tute, one rushed wrath­ful­ly down the aisle and seiz­ing by the col­lar the man who ma­nip­ulat­ed the in­stru­ment, cried out, “Wretch, we are not to be made dupes of by a ven­tril­oquist!” So it is read­ily un­der­stand­able that af­ter be­ing re­ferred to the In­sti­tute, Ful­ton and his project dis­ap­peared for a long time.

The learned men of the In­sti­tute of France were not alone in their in­creduli­ty. In 1803 the Philo­soph­ical So­ci­ety of Rot­ter­dam wrote to the Amer­ican Philo­soph­ical So­ci­ety of Philadel­phia, for in­for­ma­tion con­cern­ing the de­vel­op­ment of the steam-​en­gine in the Unit­ed States. The ques­tion was re­ferred to Ben­jamin H. La­trobe, the most em­inent en­gi­neer in Amer­ica, and his re­port was pub­lished ap­prov­ing­ly in the _Trans­ac­tions_. “A sort of ma­nia,” wrote Mr. La­trobe, “had in­deed pre­vailed and not yet en­tire­ly sub­sid­ed, for im­pelling boats by steam-​en­gines.” But his sci­en­tif­ic hear­ers would at once see that there were gen­er­al ob­jec­tions to it which could not be over­come. “These are, first, the weight of the en­gine and of the fu­el; sec­ond, the large space it oc­cu­pies; third, the ten­den­cy of its ac­tion to rack the ves­sel and ren­der it leaky; fourth, the ex­pense of main­te­nance; fifth, the ir­reg­ular­ity of its mo­tion and the mo­tion of the wa­ter in the boil­er and cis­tern, and of the fu­el ves­sel in rough weath­er; sixth, the dif­fi­cul­ty aris­ing from the li­abil­ity of the pad­dles, or oars, to break, if light, and from the weight if made strong.”

But the steam­boat sur­vived this sci­en­tif­ic in­dict­ment in six counts. Vi­sions proved more re­al than sci­en­tif­ic rea­son­ing.

While in the shad­ow of the In­sti­tute's dis­fa­vor, Ful­ton fell in with the new min­is­ter to France, Robert R. Liv­ingston, and the re­sult of this ac­quain­tance was that Amer­ica gained pri­ma­cy in steam nav­iga­tion, and Napoleon lost the chance to get con­trol of an in­ven­tion which, by rev­olu­tion­iz­ing nav­iga­tion, might have bro­ken that British con­trol of the sea, that in the end de­stroyed the Napoleon­ic em­pire. Liv­ingston had long tak­en an in­tel­li­gent in­ter­est in the pos­si­bil­ities of steam pow­er, and had built and test­ed, on the Hud­son, an ex­per­imen­tal steam­boat of his own. Per­haps it was this, as much as any­thing, which aroused the in­ter­est of Thomas Jef­fer­son--to whom he owed his ap­point­ment as min­is­ter to France--for Jef­fer­son was ac­tive­ly in­ter­est­ed in ev­ery sort of me­chan­ical de­vice, and his mind was not so sci­en­tif­ic as to be in­hos­pitable to new, and even, rev­olu­tion­ary, ideas. But Liv­ingston was not pos­sessed by that idea which, in lat­er years, politi­cians have de­sired us to be­lieve es­pe­cial­ly Jef­fer­so­ni­an. He was no foe to monopoly. In­deed, be­fore he had per­fect­ed his steam­boat, he used his po­lit­ical in­flu­ence to get from New York the con­ces­sion of the _ex­clu­sive_ right to nav­igate her lakes and rivers by steam. The grant was on­ly to be ef­fec­tive if with­in one year he should pro­duce a boat of twen­ty tons, moved by steam. But he failed, and in 1801 went to France, where he found Ful­ton. A part­ner­ship was formed, and it was large­ly through Liv­ingston's mon­ey and in­flu­ence that Ful­ton suc­ceed­ed where oth­ers, ear­li­er in the field than he, had failed. Yet even so, it was not all easy sail­ing for him. “When I was build­ing my first steam­boat,” he said, "the project was viewed by the pub­lic ei­ther with in­dif­fer­ence, or with con­tempt as a vi­sion­ary scheme. My friends, in­deed, were civ­il, but were shy. They lis­tened with pa­tience to my ex­pla­na­tions, but with a set­tled cast of in­creduli­ty up­on their coun­te­nances. I felt the full force of the lamen­ta­tion of the po­et--

Truths would you teach, or save a sink­ing land; All fear, none aid you, and few un­der­stand.

[Il­lus­tra­tion: “THE LOUD LAUGH ROSE AT MY EX­PENSE”]

“As I had oc­ca­sion to pass dai­ly to and from the build­ing yard while my boat was in progress, I have of­ten loi­tered un­known near the idle groups of strangers gath­ered in lit­tle cir­cles and heard var­ious in­quiries as to the ob­ject of this new ve­hi­cle. The lan­guage was uni­form­ly that of scorn, or sneer, or ridicule. The loud laugh of­ten rose at my ex­pense; the dry jest; the wise cal­cu­la­tion of loss­es and ex­pen­di­tures; the dull, but end­less rep­eti­tion of 'the Ful­ton Fol­ly.' Nev­er did a sin­gle en­cour­ag­ing re­mark, a bright hope, or a warm wish cross my path.”

The boat which Ful­ton was build­ing while the wiseacres wagged their heads and proph­esied dis­as­ter, was named “The Cler­mont.” She was 130 feet long, 18 feet wide, half-​decked, and pro­vid­ed with a mast and sail. In the un­decked part were the boil­er and en­gine, set in ma­son­ry. The wheels were fif­teen feet in di­am­eter, with buck­ets four feet wide, dip­ping two feet in­to the wa­ter.

It was 1806 when Ful­ton came home to be­gin her con­struc­tion. Since his luck­less ex­pe­ri­ence with the French In­sti­tute he had test­ed a steam­er on the Seine; failed to in­ter­est Napoleon; tried, with­out suc­cess, to get the British Gov­ern­ment to adopt his tor­pe­do; tried and failed again with the Amer­ican Gov­ern­ment at Wash­ing­ton. Ful­ton's thoughts seemed to have been riv­et­ed on his tor­pe­do; but Liv­ingston was con­fi­dent of the fu­ture of the steam­boat, and had had an en­gine built for it in Eng­land, which Ful­ton found ly­ing on a wharf, freight un­paid, on his re­turn from Eu­rope. The State of New York had mean­time grant­ed the two an­oth­er monopoly of steam nav­iga­tion, and gave them un­til 1807 to prove their abil­ity and right. The time, though brief, proved suf­fi­cient, and on the af­ter­noon of Au­gust 7, 1807, the “Cler­mont” be­gan her epoch-​mak­ing voy­age. The dis­tance to Al­bany--150 miles--she tra­versed in thir­ty-​two hours, and the end of the pas­sen­ger sloop traf­fic on the Hud­son was be­gun. With­in a year steam­boats were ply­ing on the Rar­itan, the Delaware, and Lake Cham­plain, and the de­vel­op­ment and use of the new in­ven­tion would have been more rapid than it was, save for the monopoly rights which had been grant­ed to Liv­ingston and Ful­ton. They had the sole right to nav­igate by steam, the wa­ters of New York. Well and good. But sup­pose the stream nav­igat­ed touched both New York and New Jer­sey. What then? Would it be se­ri­ous­ly as­sert­ed that a steam­er owned by New Jer­sey cit­izens could not land pas­sen­gers at a New York port?

Ful­ton and Liv­ingston strove to pro­tect their monopoly, and the two States were brought to the brink of war. In the end the courts set­tled the dif­fi­cul­ty by es­tab­lish­ing the ex­clu­sive con­trol of nav­iga­ble wa­ters by the Fed­er­al Gov­ern­ment.

From the day the “Cler­mont” breast­ed the tide of the Hud­son there was no check in the con­quest of the wa­ters by steam. Up the nar­row­est rivers, across the most tem­pes­tu­ous bays, along the placid wa­ters of Long Is­land Sound, coast­ing along the front yard of the na­tion from Port­land to Sa­van­nah the steam­boats made their way, ty­ing the young na­tion in­dis­sol­ubly to­geth­er. Cu­ri­ous­ly enough it was Liv­ingston's monopoly that gave the first im­pe­tus to the ex­ten­sion of steam nav­iga­tion. A me­chan­ic by the name of Robert L. Stevens, one of the first of a fam­ily dis­tin­guished in New York and New Jer­sey, built a steam­boat on the Hud­son. Af­ter one or two trips had proved its use­ful­ness, the pos­ses­sors of the monopoly be­came alarmed and be­gan pro­ceed­ings against the new ri­val. Driv­en from the wa­ters about New York, Stevens took his boat around to Philadel­phia. Thus not on­ly did he open an en­tire­ly new field of riv­er and in­land wa­ter trans­porta­tion, but the trip to Philadel­phia demon­strat­ed the en­tire prac­ti­ca­bil­ity of steam for use in coast­wise nav­iga­tion. There­after the ves­sels mul­ti­plied rapid­ly on all Amer­ican wa­ters. Ful­ton him­self set up a ship­yard, in which he built steam fer­ries, riv­er and coast­wise steam­boats. In 1809 he as­so­ci­at­ed him­self with Nicholas J. Roo­sevelt, to whom cred­it is due for the in­ven­tion of the ver­ti­cal pad­dle-​wheel, in a part­ner­ship for the pur­pose of putting steam­boats on the great rivers of the Mis­sis­sip­pi Val­ley, and in 1811 the “New Or­leans” was built and nav­igat­ed by Roo­sevelt him­self, from Pitts­burg to the city at the mouth of the Mis­sis­sip­pi. The voy­age took four­teen days, and be­fore un­der­tak­ing it, he de­scend­ed the two rivers in a flat­boat, to fa­mil­iar­ize him­self with the chan­nel. The bi­og­ra­pher of Roo­sevelt prints an in­ter­est­ing let­ter from Ful­ton, in which he says, “I have no pre­ten­sions to be the in­ven­tor of the steam­boat. Hun­dreds of oth­ers have tried it and failed.” Four years af­ter Roo­sevelt's voy­age, the “En­ter­prise” made for the first time in his­to­ry the voy­age up the Mis­sis­sip­pi and Ohio Rivers from New Or­leans to Louisville, and from that era the great rivers may be said to have been fair­ly opened to that com­merce, which in time be­came the great­est agen­cy in the build­ing up of the na­tion. The Great Lakes were next to feel the quick­en­ing in­flu­ence of the new mo­tive pow­er, but it was left for the Cana­di­an, John Hamil­ton, of Queen­ston, to open this new field. The progress of steam nav­iga­tion on both lakes and rivers will be more ful­ly de­scribed in the chap­ters de­vot­ed to that top­ic.

So rapid­ly now did the use of the steam­boat in­crease on Long Is­land Sound, on the rivers, and along the coast that the news­pa­pers be­gan to dis­cuss grave­ly the ques­tion whether the sup­ply of fu­el would long hold out. The boats used wood ex­clu­sive­ly--coal was then but lit­tle used--and de­spite the vast forests which cov­ered the face of the land the price of wood in cities rose be­cause of their de­mand. Mr. Mc­Mas­ter, the em­inent his­to­ri­an, dis­cov­ers that in 1825 thir­teen steam­ers ply­ing on the Hud­son burned six­teen hun­dred cords of wood per week. Four­teen hun­dred cords more were used by New York fer­ry boats, and each trip of a Sound steam­er con­sumed six­ty cords. The Amer­ican who tra­vers­es the placid wa­ters of Long Is­land Sound to-​day in one of the swift and splen­did steam­boats of the Fall Riv­er or oth­er Sound lines, en­joys very dif­fer­ent ac­com­mo­da­tions from those which in the sec­ond quar­ter of the last cen­tu­ry were re­gard­ed as pala­tial. The lux­ury of that day was a sim­ple sort at best. When com­pe­ti­tion be­came strong, the old Ful­ton com­pa­ny, then run­ning boats to Al­bany, an­nounced as a spe­cial at­trac­tion the “safe­ty barge.” This was a craft with­out ei­ther sails or steam, of about two hun­dred tons bur­den, and used ex­clu­sive­ly for pas­sen­gers. It boast­ed a spa­cious din­ing-​room, nine­ty feet long, a deck cab­in for ladies, a read­ing room, a prom­enade deck, shad­ed and pro­vid­ed with seats. One of the reg­ular steam­ers of the line towed it to Al­bany, and its pas­sen­gers were as­sured free­dom from the noise and vi­bra­tion of ma­chin­ery, as well as safe­ty from pos­si­ble boil­er ex­plo­sions--the lat­ter rather a com­mon per­il of steam­boat­ing in those days.

[Il­lus­tra­tion: “THE DREAD­NAUGHT”--NEW YORK AND LIV­ER­POOL PACK­ET]

It was nat­ural that the rest­less mind of the Amer­ican, un­tram­meled by tra­di­tions and im­pa­tient of con­ven­tion, should turn ea­ger­ly and ear­ly to the ques­tion of cross­ing the ocean by steam. When the rivers had been made busy high­ways for puff­ing steam­boats; when the Great Lakes, as tur­bu­lent as the ocean, and as vast as the Mediter­ranean, were con­quered by the new ma­rine de­vice; when steamships plied be­tween New York, Philadel­phia, Bal­ti­more, Sa­van­nah, and Charleston, brav­ing what is by far more per­ilous than mid-​ocean, the dan­ger of tem­pests on a lee shore, and the shift­ing sands of Hat­teras, there seemed to the en­ter­pris­ing man no rea­son why the pas­sage from New York to Liv­er­pool might not be made by the same agen­cy. The sci­en­tif­ic au­thor­ities were all against it. Cu­ri­ous­ly enough, the weight of sci­en­tif­ic au­thor­ity is al­ways against any­thing new. Ma­rine ar­chi­tects and math­emati­cians proved to their own sat­is­fac­tion at least that no ves­sel could car­ry enough coal to cross the At­lantic, that the coal bunkers would have to be big­ger than the ves­sel it­self, in or­der to hold a suf­fi­cient sup­ply for the fur­naces. It is a mat­ter of his­to­ry that an em­inent British sci­en­tist was en­gaged in de­liv­er­ing a lec­ture on this very sub­ject in Liv­er­pool when the “Sa­van­nah,” the first steamship to cross the ocean, steamed in­to the har­bor. It is fair, how­ev­er, to add that the “Sa­van­nah's” suc­cess did not whol­ly de­stroy the con­tention of the op­po­nents of steam nav­iga­tion, for she made much of the pas­sage un­der sail, be­ing fit­ted on­ly with what we would call now “aux­il­iary steam pow­er.” This was in 1819, but so slow were the ship­builders to progress be­yond what had been done with the “Sa­van­nah,” that in 1835 a high­ly re­spect­ed British sci­en­tist said in tones of au­thor­ity: “As to the project which was an­nounced in the news­pa­pers, of mak­ing the voy­age from New York to Liv­er­pool di­rect by steam, it was, he had no hes­ita­tion in say­ing, per­fect­ly chimeri­cal, and they might as well talk of mak­ing a voy­age from New York or Liv­er­pool to the moon.” Nev­er­the­less, in three years from that time transat­lantic steam lines were in op­er­ation, and the doom of the grand old pack­ets was sealed.

The Amer­ican who will read his­to­ry free from that na­tion­al prej­udice which is mis­called pa­tri­otism, can not fail to be im­pressed by the fact that, while as a na­tion we have led the world in the va­ri­ety and au­dac­ity of our in­ven­tions, it is near­ly al­ways some oth­er na­tion that most prompt­ly and most thor­ough­ly uti­lizes the ge­nius of our in­ven­tors. Em­phat­ical­ly was this the case with the ap­pli­ca­tion of steam pow­er to ocean steamships. Amer­icans showed the way, but En­glish­men set out up­on it and were trav­el­ing it reg­ular­ly be­fore an­oth­er Amer­ican ves­sel fol­lowed in the wake of the “Sa­van­nah.” In 1838 two En­glish steamships crossed the At­lantic to New York, the “Sir­ius” and the “Great West­ern.” That was the be­gin­ning of that great fleet of British steam­ers which now plies up and down the Sev­en Seas and finds its po­et lau­re­ate in Mr. Kipling. A very small be­gin­ning it was, too. The “Sir­ius” was of 700 tons bur­den and 320 horse-​pow­er; the “Great West­ern” was 212 feet long, with a ton­nage of 1340 and en­gines of 400 horse-​pow­er. The “Sir­ius” brought sev­en pas­sen­gers to New York, at a time when the sail­ing clip­pers were car­ry­ing from eight hun­dred to a thou­sand im­mi­grants, and from twen­ty to forty cab­in pas­sen­gers. To those who ac­com­pa­nied the ship on her maid­en voy­age it must have seemed to jus­ti­fy the doubts ex­pressed by the math­emati­cians con­cern­ing the prac­ti­ca­bil­ity of de­sign­ing a steamship which could car­ry enough coal to drive the en­gines all the way across the At­lantic, for the luck­less “Sir­ius” ex­haust­ed her four hun­dred and fifty tons of coal be­fore reach­ing Sandy Hook, and could not have made the his­toric pas­sage up New York Bay un­der steam, ex­cept for the lib­er­al use of spars and bar­rels of resin which she had in car­go. Her voy­age from Cork had oc­cu­pied eigh­teen and a half days. The “Great West­ern,” which ar­rived at the same time, made the run from Queen­stown in fif­teen days. That two steamships should lie at an­chor in New York Bay at the same time, was enough to stir the won­der and awak­en the en­thu­si­asm of the provin­cial New York­ers of that day. The news­pa­pers pub­lished ed­ito­ri­als on the mar­vel, and the ed­itor of _The Couri­er and En­quir­er_, the chief mar­itime au­thor­ity of the time, haz­ard­ed a prophe­cy in this cau­tious fash­ion:

“What may be the ul­ti­mate fate of this ex­cite­ment--whether or not the ex­pens­es of equip­ment and fu­el will ad­mit of the em­ploy­ment of these ves­sels in the or­di­nary pack­et ser­vice--we can­not pre­tend to form an opin­ion; but of the en­tire fea­si­bil­ity of the pas­sage of the At­lantic by steam, as far as re­gards safe­ty, com­fort, and dis­patch, even in the rough­est and most bois­ter­ous weath­er, the most skep­ti­cal must now cease to doubt.”

Un­for­tu­nate­ly for our na­tion­al pride, the sto­ry of the de­vel­op­ment of the ocean steamship in­dus­try from this small be­gin­ning to its present prodi­gious pro­por­tions, is one in which we of the Unit­ed States fill but a lit­tle space. We have, it is true, fur­nished the rich car­goes of grain, of cot­ton, and of cat­tle, that have made the ocean pas­sage in one di­rec­tion prof­itable for shipown­ers. We found homes for the mil­lions of im­mi­grants who crowd­ed the “'tween decks” of steam­ers of ev­ery flag and im­pelled the com­pa­nies to build big­ger and big­ger craft to car­ry the ev­er in­creas­ing throngs. And in these lat­er days of lux­ury and wealth un­par­al­leled, we have sup­plied the mil­lion­aires, whose de­mands for quar­ters afloat as gor­geous as a Fifth Av­enue club have re­sult­ed in the build­ing of float­ing palaces. Amer­ica has sup­port­ed the transat­lantic lines, but al­most ev­ery civ­ilized peo­ple with a sea­coast has out­done us in build­ing the ships. For a time, in­deed, it seemed that we should speed­ily over­come the lead that Eng­land im­me­di­ate­ly took in build­ing steamships. Her en­trance up­on this in­dus­try was, as we have seen, in 1838. The Unit­ed States took it up about ten years lat­er. In 1847 the Ocean Steam Nav­iga­tion Com­pa­ny was or­ga­nized in this coun­try and se­cured from the Gov­ern­ment a con­tract to car­ry the mails be­tween New York and Bre­men. Two ships were built and reg­ular trips made for a year or more; but when the Gov­ern­ment con­tract ex­pired and was not re­newed, the ven­ture was aban­doned. About the same time the own­ers of one of the most fa­mous pack­et lines, the Black Ball, tried the ex­per­iment of sup­ple­ment­ing their sail­ing ser­vice with a steamship, but it proved un­prof­itable. Short­ly af­ter the New York and Havre Steamship Com­pa­ny, with two ves­sels and a postal sub­sidy of $150,000, en­tered the field and con­tin­ued op­er­ations with on­ly mod­er­ate suc­cess un­til 1868.

The on­ly re­al­ly no­table ef­fort of Amer­icans in the ear­ly days of steam nav­iga­tion to get their share of transat­lantic trade--in­deed, I might al­most say the most de­ter­mined ef­fort un­til the present time--was that made by the pro­jec­tors of the Collins line, and it end­ed in dis­as­ter, in heavy fi­nan­cial loss, and in bit­ter sor­row.

E.K. Collins was a New York ship­ping mer­chant, the or­ga­niz­er and man­ag­er of one of the most fa­mous of the old lines of sail­ing pack­ets be­tween that port and Liv­er­pool--the Dra­mat­ic line, so called from the fact that its ships were named af­ter pop­ular ac­tors of the day. Rec­og­niz­ing the fact that the sail­ing ship was fight­ing a los­ing fight against the new style of ves­sels, Mr. Collins in­ter­est­ed a num­ber of New York mer­chants in a dis­tinct­ly Amer­ican line of transat­lantic ships. It was no easy task. Cap­ital was not over plen­ty in the Amer­ican city which now boasts it­self the fi­nan­cial cen­ter of the world, while the op­por­tu­ni­ties for its in­vest­ment in en­ter­pris­es longer proved and less haz­ardous than steamships were nu­mer­ous. But a Gov­ern­ment mail sub­sidy of $858,000 an­nu­al­ly promised a sound fi­nan­cial ba­sis, and made the task of cap­ital­iza­tion pos­si­ble. It seems not un­like­ly that the vi­cis­si­tudes of the line were large­ly the re­sult of this sub­sidy, for one of its con­di­tions was ex­treme­ly oner­ous: name­ly, that the ves­sels mak­ing twen­ty-​six voy­ages an­nu­al­ly be­tween New York and Liv­er­pool, should al­ways make the pas­sage in bet­ter time than the British Cu­nard line, which was then in its eighth year. How­ev­er, the Collins line met the ex­ac­tion brave­ly. Four ves­sels were built, the “At­lantic,” “Pa­cif­ic,” “Arc­tic,” and “Baltic,” and the time of the fleet for the west­ward pas­sage av­er­aged eleven days, ten hours and twen­ty-​one min­utes, while the British ships av­er­aged twelve days, nine­teen hours and twen­ty-​six min­utes--a very sub­stan­tial tri­umph for Amer­ican naval ar­chi­tec­ture. The Collins lin­ers, fur­ther­more, were mod­els of com­fort and even of lux­ury for the times. They av­er­aged a cost of $700,000 apiece, a good share of which went to­ward en­hanc­ing the com­fort of pas­sen­gers. To our En­glish cousins these ships were at first as much of a cu­rios­ity as our vestibuled trains were a few years since. When the “At­lantic” first reached Liv­er­pool in 1849, the towns­peo­ple by the thou­sand came down to the dock to ex­am­ine a ship with a bar­ber shop, fit­ted with the cu­ri­ous Amer­ican bar­ber chairs en­abling the cus­tomer to re­cline while be­ing shaved. The pro­vi­sion of a spe­cial deck-​house for smok­ers, was an­oth­er in­no­va­tion, while the sa­loon, six­ty-​sev­en by twen­ty feet, the din­ing sa­loon six­ty by twen­ty, the rich fit­tings of rose­wood and sat­in­wood, mar­ble-​topped ta­bles, ex­pen­sive up­hol­stery, and stained-​glass win­dows, dec­orat­ed with pa­tri­ot­ic de­signs, were for a long time the sub­ject of ad­mir­ing com­ment in the En­glish press. Old voy­agers who crossed in the hal­cy­on days of the Collins line and are still tak­ing the “At­lantic fer­ry,” agree in say­ing that the in­crease in ac­tu­al com­fort is not so great as might rea­son­ably be ex­pect­ed. Much of the in­creased ex­pen­di­tures of the com­pa­nies has gone in­to more gor­geous dec­ora­tion, vast­ly more of course in­to push­ing for greater speed; but even in the ear­ly days there was a lav­ish ta­ble, and be­fore the days of the steamships the pack­ets of­fered such pri­vate ac­com­mo­da­tions in the of roomy state­rooms as can be ex­celled on­ly by the “cab­ins de luxe” of the mod­ern lin­er. Aside from the ques­tion of speed, how­ev­er, it is prob­able that the two in­ven­tions which have added most to the pas­sen­gers' com­fort are the elec­tric light and ar­ti­fi­cial re­frig­er­ation.

The Collins line charged from thir­ty to forty dol­lar a ton for freight, a charge which all the mod­ern im­prove­ments and the in­crease in the size of ves­sels, has not ma­te­ri­al­ly less­ened. In six years, how­ev­er, the cor­po­ra­tion was prac­ti­cal­ly bankrupt. The high speed re­quired by the Gov­ern­ment more than off­set the gen­er­ous sub­sidy, and mis­for­tune seemed to pur­sue the ships. The “Arc­tic” came in­to col­li­sion with a French steam­er in 1854, and went down with two hun­dred and twen­ty-​two of the two hun­dred and six­ty-​eight peo­ple on board. The “Pa­cif­ic” left Liv­er­pool June 23, 1856, and was nev­er more heard of. Short­ly there­after the sub­sidy was with­drawn, and the fa­mous line went slow­ly down to obliv­ion.

It was dur­ing the best days of the Collins line that it seemed that the Unit­ed States might over­take Great Britain in the race for suprema­cy on the ocean. In 1851 the to­tal British steam ship­ping en­gaged in for­eign trade was 65,921 tons. The Unit­ed States on­ly be­gan build­ing steamships in 1848, yet by 1851 its ocean-​go­ing steamships ag­gre­gat­ed 62,390 tons. For four years our growth con­tin­ued so that in 1855 we had 115,000 tons en­gaged in for­eign trade. Then be­gan the ret­ro­grade move­ment, un­til in 1860--be­fore the time of the Con­fed­er­ate cruis­ers--there were; ac­cord­ing to an of­fi­cial re­port to the Na­tion­al Board of Trade, “no ocean mail steam­ers away from our own coasts, any­where on the globe, un­der the Amer­ican flag, ex­cept, per­haps, on the route be­tween New York and Havre, where two steamships may then have been in com­mis­sion, which, how­ev­er, were soon af­ter­ward with­drawn. The two or three steamship com­pa­nies which had been in ex­is­tence in New York had ei­ther failed or aban­doned the busi­ness; and the en­tire mail, pas­sen­ger, and freight traf­fic be­tween Great Britain and the Unit­ed States, so far as this was car­ried on by steam, was con­trolled then (as it main­ly is now) by British com­pa­nies.” And from this con­di­tion of deca­dence the mer­chant ma­rine of the Unit­ed States is just be­gin­ning to man­ifest signs of re­cov­ery.

When steam had fair­ly es­tab­lished its place as the most ef­fec­tive pow­er for ocean voy­ages of ev­ery du­ra­tion, and through ev­ery zone and clime, im­prove­ments in the meth­ods of har­ness­ing it, and in the form and ma­te­ri­al of the ships that it was to drive, fol­lowed fast up­on each oth­er. As in the case of the in­ven­tion of the steam­boat, the pub­lic has com­mon­ly light­ly award­ed the cred­it for each in­ven­tion to some be­lat­ed ex­per­imenter who, walk­ing more firm­ly along a road which an ear­li­er pi­oneer had bro­ken, at­tained the goal that his pre­de­ces­sor had sought in vain. So we find cred­it giv­en al­most uni­ver­sal­ly to John Er­ic­sson, the Swedish-​born Amer­ican, for the in­ven­tion of the screw-​pro­peller. But as ear­ly as 1770 it was sug­gest­ed by John Watt, and Stevens, the Amer­ican in­ven­tor, ac­tu­al­ly gave a prac­ti­cal demon­stra­tion of its ef­fi­cien­cy in 1804. Er­ic­sson per­fect­ed it in 1836, and soon there­after the British be­gan build­ing steamships with screws in­stead of pad­dle-​wheels. For some rea­son, how­ev­er, not easy now to con­jec­ture, ship­builders clung to the pad­dle-​wheels for ves­sels mak­ing the transat­lantic voy­age, long af­ter they were dis­card­ed on the short­er runs along the coasts of the British isles. It so hap­pened, too, that the first ves­sel to use the screw in transat­lantic voy­ages, was al­so first iron ship built. She was the “Great Britain,” a ship of 3,000 tons, built for the Great West­ern Com­pa­ny at Bris­tol, Eng­land, and in­tend­ed to eclipse any ship afloat. Her hull was well on the way to com­ple­tion when her de­sign­er chanced to see the “Archimedes,” the first screw steam­er built, and straight­way changed his plans to ad­mit the use of the new method of propul­sion So from 1842 may be dat­ed the use of both screw pro­pellers and iron ships. We must pass hasti­ly over the oth­er in­ven­tions, rapid­ly fol­low­ing each oth­er, and all de­signed to make ocean trav­el more swift, more safe, and more com­fort­able, and to in­crease the prof­it of the shipown­er. The com­pound en­gine, which has been so de­vel­oped that in place of Ful­ton's sev­en miles an hour, our ocean steamships are driv­en now at a speed some­times close­ly ap­proach­ing twen­ty-​five miles an hour, seems al­ready des­tined to give way to the tur­bine form of en­gine which, ap­plied thus far to tor­pe­do-​boats on­ly, has made a record of forty-​four miles an hour. Iron, which stood for a rev­olu­tion in 1842, has it­self giv­en way to steel. And a new force, sub­tile, swift, and pow­er­ful, has found end­less ap­pli­ca­tion in the body of the great ships, so that from stem to stern-​post they are a net­work of elec­tric wires, bear­ing mes­sages, con­trol­ling the in­de­pen­dent en­gines that swing the rud­der, clos­ing wa­ter-​tight com­part­ments at the first hint of dan­ger, and mak­ing the dark­est places of the great hulls as light as day at the throw­ing of a switch. Dur­ing the pe­ri­od of this won­der­ful ad­vance in ma­rine ar­chi­tec­ture ship-​build­ing in the Unit­ed States lan­guished to the point of ex­tinc­tion. Yachts for mil­lion­aires who could af­ford to pay heav­ily for the plea­sure of fly­ing the Stars and Stripes, ships of 2500 to 4000 tons for the coast­ing trade, in which no for­eign-​built ves­sel was per­mit­ted to com­pete, and men-​of-​war--very few of them be­fore 1890--kept a few ship­yards from com­plete oblit­er­ation. But as an in­dus­try, ship-​build­ing, which once ranked at the head of Amer­ican man­ufac­tures, had sunk to a point of in­signif­icance.

The present mo­ment (1902) seems to show the Amer­ican ship­ping in­ter­est in the full tide of suc­cess­ful reestab­lish­ment. In Congress and in boards of trade men are ar­gu­ing for and against sub­si­dies, for and against the pol­icy of per­mit­ting Amer­icans to buy ships of for­eign builders if they will, and fly the Amer­ican flag above them. But while these things re­main sub­jects of dis­cus­sion nat­ural caus­es are tak­ing Amer­icans again to sea. Some buy great British ships, own and man­age them, even al­though the laws of the Unit­ed States com­pel the fly­ing of a for­eign flag. For ex­am­ple, the At­lantic Trans­port line is owned whol­ly by cit­izens of the Unit­ed States, al­though at the present mo­ment all its ships fly the British flag. Two new ships are, how­ev­er, be­ing com­plet­ed for this line in Amer­ican ship­yards, the “Min­neton­ka” and “Min­newas­ka,” of 13,401 tons each. This line, start­ed by Amer­icans in 1887, was the first to use the so-​called bilge keels, or par­al­lel keels along each side of the hull to pre­vent rolling. It now has a fleet of twen­ty-​three ves­sels, with a to­tal ton­nage of about 90,000, and does a heavy pas­sen­ger busi­ness de­spite the fact that its ships were pri­mar­ily de­signed to car­ry cat­tle. Quite as strik­ing an il­lus­tra­tion of the fact that cap­ital is in­ter­na­tion­al, and will be in­vest­ed in ships or oth­er en­ter­pris­es which promise prof­it quite heed­less of sen­ti­men­tal con­sid­er­ations of flags, was af­ford­ed by the pur­chase in 1901 of the Ley­land line of British steamships by an Amer­ican. Im­me­di­ate­ly fol­low­ing this came the con­sol­ida­tion of own­er­ship, or merg­er, of the prin­ci­pal British-​Amer­ican lines, in one great cor­po­ra­tion, a ma­jor­ity of the stock of which is held by Amer­icans. De­spite their own­er­ship on this side of the wa­ter, these ships will still fly the British flag, and a part of the con­tract of merg­er is that a British ship­yard shall for ten years build all new ves­sels need­ed by the con­sol­idat­ed lines this sit­ua­tion will per­sist. This sug­gests that the ac­tu­al par­tic­ipa­tion of Amer­icans in the ocean-​car­ry­ing trade of the world is not to be es­ti­mat­ed by the fre­quen­cy or in­fre­quen­cy with which the Stars and Stripes are to be met on the ocean. It fur­ther­more gives some in­di­ca­tion of the ra­pid­ity with which the Amer­ican flag would reap­pear if the law to reg­is­ter on­ly ships built in Amer­ican yards were re­pealed.

In­deed, it would ap­pear that the law pro­tect­ing Amer­ican ship-​builders, while ap­par­ent­ly ef­fec­tive for that pur­pose, has de­stroyed Amer­ican ship­ping. Our ship-​build­ing in­dus­try has at­tained re­spectable and even im­pres­sive pro­por­tions; but our ship­ping, wher­ev­er brought in­to com­pe­ti­tion with for­eign ships, has van­ished. One transat­lantic line on­ly, in 1902 dis­played the Amer­ican flag, and that line en­joyed spe­cial and un­usu­al priv­ileges, with­out which it prob­ably could not have ex­ist­ed. In con­sid­er­ation of build­ing two ships in Amer­ican yards, this line, the In­ter­na­tion­al Nav­iga­tion Com­pa­ny, was per­mit­ted to trans­fer two for­eign-​built ships to Amer­ican reg­istry, and a ten years' postal con­tract was award­ed it, which guar­an­teed in ad­vance the cost of con­struc­tion of all the ships it was re­quired to build. It is a fact worth not­ing that, while the for­eign lines have been vy­ing with each oth­er in the con­struc­tion of faster and big­ger ships each year, this one has built none since its ini­tial con­struc­tion, more than a decade ago. Ten years ago its Amer­ican-​built ships, the “New York” and the “Paris,” were the largest ships afloat; now there are eigh­teen larg­er in com­mis­sion, and many build­ing. Be­sides this, there are on­ly two Amer­ican lines on the At­lantic which ply to oth­er than coast­wise ports--the Pa­cif­ic Mail, which is run in con­nec­tion with the Pana­ma rail­way, and the Ad­mi­ral line, which plies be­tween New York and the West In­dies. In­deed, the Com­mis­sion­er of Nav­iga­tion, in his re­port for 1901, said:

“For se­ri­ous com­pe­ti­tion with for­eign na­tions un­der the con­di­tions now im­posed up­on ocean nav­iga­tion, we are prac­ti­cal­ly lim­it­ed to our reg­is­tered iron and steam steel ves­sels, which in all num­ber 124, of 271,378 gross tons. Those un­der 1,000 gross tons are not now com­mer­cial­ly avail­able for over­sea trade. There re­mains 4 steamships, each of over 10,000 gross tons; 5 of be­tween 5,000 and 6,000 gross tons; 2 of be­tween 4,000 and 5,000 tons; 18 be­tween 3000 and 4000 tons; 35 be­tween 2000 and 3000 tons, and 33 be­tween 1000 and 2000 tons; in all 97 steamships over 1000 tons, ag­gre­gat­ing 260,325 gross tons.”

Most of these are en­gaged in coast­wise trade. The fleet of the Ham­burg-​Amer­ican line alone, among our many for­eign ri­vals, ag­gre­gates 515,628 gross tons.

How­ev­er, we must bear in mind that this seem­ing­ly in­signif­icant place held by the Unit­ed States mer­chant ma­rine rep­re­sents on­ly the part it holds in the in­ter­na­tion­al car­ry­ing trade of the world. Such a coun­try as Ger­many must ex­pend all its mar­itime en­er­gies on in­ter­na­tion­al trade. It has lit­tle or no riv­er and coast­wise traf­fic. But the Unit­ed States is a lit­tle world in it­self; not so very small, and of late years grow­ing greater. Our wide ex­tend­ed coasts on At­lantic, Pa­cif­ic, and the Mex­ican Gulf, are bor­dered by rich States crowd­ed with a peo­ple who pro­duce and con­sume more per capi­ta than any oth­er race. From the oceans great nav­iga­ble rivers, deep bays, and placid sounds, ex­tend in­to the very heart of the coun­try. The Great Lakes are bor­dered by States more pop­ulous and cities more busy and en­ter­pris­ing than those, which in the proud­est days of Rome, and Carthage and Venice skirt­ed the Mediter­ranean and the Adri­at­ic. The traf­fic of all these trade high­ways is by leg­is­la­tion re­served for Amer­ican ships alone. On the Great Lakes has sprung up a mer­chant ma­rine ri­val­ing that of some of the fore­most mar­itime peo­ples, and con­duct­ing a traf­fic that puts to shame the bus­iest mar­itime high­ways of Eu­rope. Long Is­land Sound bears on its placid bo­som steamships that are the mar­vel of the trav­el­ing pub­lic the world over. The Hud­son, the Ohio, the Mis­sis­sip­pi, are all great ar­ter­ies through which the life cur­rent of trade is cease­less­ly flow­ing. A book might be writ­ten on the one sub­ject of the part that riv­er nav­iga­tion has played in de­vel­op­ing the in­te­ri­or States of this Union. An­oth­er could well be de­vot­ed to the his­to­ry of lake nav­iga­tion, which it is no over­state­ment to pro­nounce the most im­pres­sive chap­ter in the his­to­ry of the Amer­ican mer­chant ma­rine. In this vol­ume, how­ev­er, but brief at­ten­tion can be giv­en to ei­ther.

The fig­ures show how hon­or­ably our whole body of ship­ping com­pares in vol­ume to that op­er­at­ed by any mar­itime peo­ple. Our to­tal reg­is­tered ship­ping en­gaged in the fish­eries, coast­wise, and lake traf­fic, and for­eign trade num­bered at the be­gin­ning of 1902, 24,057 ves­sels, with an ag­gre­gate ton­nage of 5,524,218 tons. In do­mes­tic trade alone we had 4,582,683 tons, or an amount ex­ceed­ing the to­tal ton­nage of Ger­many and Nor­way com­bined, or of Ger­many and France. On­ly Eng­land ex­celled us, but her lead, which in 1860 was in­con­sid­er­able, in 1901 was prodi­gious; the British flag fly­ing over no less than 14,261,254 tons of ship­ping, more than three times our ton­nage! It is prop­er to note that more than two-​thirds of our reg­is­tered ton­nage is of wood.

[Il­lus­tra­tion: THERE ARE BUILD­ING IN AMER­ICAN YARDS ]

I have al­ready giv­en rea­sons why, in the nat­ural course of things, this dis­par­ity be­tween the Amer­ican and the British for­eign-​go­ing mer­chant ma­rine will not long con­tin­ue. And in­deed, as this book is writ­ing, it is ap­par­ent that its end is near. Though ship­yards have mul­ti­plied fast in the last five years of the nine­teenth cen­tu­ry, the first years of the new cen­tu­ry found them all oc­cu­pied up to the very lim­it of their ca­pac­ity. Yards that be­gan, like the Cramps, build­ing Unit­ed States war­ships and find­ing lit­tle oth­er work, were soon un­der con­tract to build men-​of-​war for Rus­sia and Japan. The in­ter­est of the peo­ple in the navy af­ford­ed a great stim­ulus to ship­build­ing. It is told of one of the prin­ci­pal yards, that its pro­mo­tor went to Wash­ing­ton with a bid for naval con­struc­tion in his pock­et, but with­out ei­ther a ship­yard or cap­ital where­with to build one. He se­cured a con­tract for two ships, and cap­ital read­ily in­ter­est­ed it­self in his project. When that con­tract is out of the way the yard will en­ter the busi­ness of build­ing mer­chant ves­sels, just as sev­er­al yards, which long had their on­ly sup­port from naval con­tracts, are now do­ing. There were built in the year end­ing June 30, 1901, in Amer­ican yards, 112 ves­sels of over 1000 tons each, or a to­tal of 311,778. Many of these were lake ves­sels; some were wood­en ships. Of mod­ern steel steam­ers, built on the seaboard, there were but six­teen. At the present mo­ment there are build­ing in Amer­ican yards, or con­tract­ed for, al­most 255,325 tons of steel steamships, to be launched with­in a year--or 89 ves­sels, more than twice the out­put of any year in our his­to­ry, and an im­pres­sive earnest for the fu­ture. Nor is this rapid in­crease in the ship-​build­ing ac­tiv­ity of the Unit­ed States ac­com­pa­nied by any re­duc­tion in the wages of the Amer­ican work­ing men. Their high wages, of which ship-​builders com­plain, and in which ev­ery­one else re­joic­es, re­main high. But it has been demon­strat­ed to the sat­is­fac­tion, even of for­eign ob­servers, that the high­ly-​paid Amer­ican la­bor is the most ef­fec­tive, and in the end the cheap­est. Our work­ing­men know how to use mod­ern tools, to make com­pressed air, steam, elec­tric­ity do their work at ev­ery pos­si­ble point, and while the Unit­ed States still ranks far be­low Eng­land as a ship-​build­ing cen­ter, En­glish­men, Ger­mans, and French­men are com­ing over here to learn how we build the ships that we do build. If it has not yet been demon­strat­ed that we can build ships as cheap­ly as any oth­er na­tion, we are so near the point of demon­stra­tion, that it may be said to be ex­pect­ed mo­men­tar­ily. With the cheap­est iron in the world, we have at least suc­ceed­ed in mak­ing steel, the raw ma­te­ri­al of the mod­ern ship, cheap­er than it can be made else­where, and that ac­com­plished, our pri­ma­cy in the mat­ter of ship-​build­ing is a mat­ter of the im­me­di­ate fu­ture. A pic­turesque il­lus­tra­tion of this change is af­ford­ed by the fact that in 1894 the plates of the “Diri­go,” the first steel square-​rigged ves­sel built in the Unit­ed States, were im­port­ed from Eng­land. In 1898 we ex­port­ed to Eng­land some of the plates for the “Ocean­ic,” the largest ves­sel built to that time.

Even the glo­ry, such as it may be, of build­ing the biggest ship of the time is now well with­in the grasp of the Unit­ed States. At this writ­ing, in­deed, the biggest ship is the “Celtic,” British built, and of 20,000 tons. But the dis­tinc­tion is on­ly briefly for her, for at New Lon­don, Con­necti­cut, two pon­der­ous iron fab­rics are ris­ing on the ways that present­ly shall take form as ocean steamships of 25,000 tons each, to fly the Amer­ican flag, and to ply be­tween Seat­tle and Chi­na. These great ships af­ford new il­lus­tra­tions of more than one point al­ready made in this chap­ter. To be­gin with they are, of course, not con­struct­ed for any in­di­vid­ual own­er. Time was that the farmer with land slop­ing down to New Lon­don would put in his spare time build­ing a staunch schooner of 200 tons, man her with his neigh­bors, and en­gage for him­self in the world's car­ry­ing trade. It is rather dif­fer­ent now. The North­ern Pa­cif­ic rail­road di­rec­tors con­clud­ed that their rail­road could not be de­vel­oped to its fullest earn­ing ca­pac­ity with­out some way of car­ry­ing to the mar­kets of the far East the agri­cul­tur­al prod­ucts gath­ered up along its line. As the ten­den­cy of the times is to­ward gath­er­ing all branch­es of a busi­ness un­der one con­trol, they de­ter­mined to not re­ly up­on in­de­pen­dent shipown­ers, but to build their own ves­sels. That meant the im­me­di­ate let­ting of a con­tract for $5,000,000 worth of ship con­struc­tion, and that in turn meant that there was a prof­it to some­body in start­ing an en­tire­ly new ship­yard to do the work. So, sud­den­ly, one of the sleepi­est lit­tle towns in New Eng­land, Gro­ton, op­po­site New Lon­don, was turned in­to a ship-​build­ing port. The two great North­ern Pa­cif­ic ships will be launched about the time this book is pub­lished, but the yard by that time will have be­come a per­ma­nent ad­di­tion to the ship-​build­ing en­ter­pris­es of the Unit­ed States. So, too, all along the At­lantic coast, we find an­cient ship­yards where, in the very ear­li­est colo­nial days, wood­en ves­sels were built, adapt­ing them­selves to the con­struc­tion of the new steel steamships.

How won­der­ful is the con­trast be­tween the twen­ti­eth cen­tu­ry, steel, triple-​screw, 25,000-ton, elec­tric-​light­ed, 25-knot steamship, and Winthrop's lit­tle “Bless­ing of the Bay,” or Ful­ton's “Cler­mont,” or even the ships of the Collins line--float­ing palaces as they were called at the time! Time has made com­mon­place the pro­por­tions of the “Great East­ern,” the ma­rine mar­vel not on­ly of her age, but of the forty years that suc­ceed­ed her break­ing-​up as im­prac­ti­ca­ble on ac­count of size. She was 19,000 tons, 690 feet long, and built with both pad­dle-​wheels and a screw. The “Celtic” is 700 feet long, 20,000 tons, with twin screws. The one was too big to be com­mer­cial­ly valu­able, the oth­er has held the record for size on­ly for a year, be­ing al­ready out­classed by the North­ern Pa­cif­ic 25,000-ton mon­sters. That one was a fail­ure, the oth­er a suc­cess, is al­most whol­ly due to the im­prove­ments in en­gines, which ef­fect econ­omy of space both in the en­gine-​room and in the coal bunkers. It is, by the way, rather a cu­ri­ous il­lus­tra­tion of the grow­ing lux­ury of life, and of ocean trav­el, that the first voy­age of this enor­mous ship was made as a yacht, car­ry­ing a par­ty of plea­sure-​seek­ers, with not a pound of car­go, through the show places of the Mediter­ranean.

It will be in­ter­est­ing to chron­icle here some of the char­ac­ter­is­tics of the most mod­ern of ocean steamships, and to show by the use of some fig­ures, the enor­mous pro­por­tions to which their busi­ness has at­tained. For this pur­pose it will be nec­es­sary to use fig­ures drawn from the records of for­eign lines, and from such ves­sels as the “Deutsch­land” and the “Celtic,” al­though the pur­pose of this book is to tell the sto­ry of the Amer­ican mer­chant ma­rine. But the fig­ures giv­en will be ap­prox­imate­ly cor­rect for the great Amer­ican ships now build­ing, while there are not at present in ser­vice any Amer­ican pas­sen­ger ships which are fair­ly rep­re­sen­ta­tive of the twen­ti­eth cen­tu­ry lin­er.

The “Celtic,” for ex­am­ple, will car­ry 3,294 per­sons, of whom 2,859 will be pas­sen­gers. That is, it could fur­nish com­fort­able ac­com­mo­da­tions, heat­ed and light­ed, with am­ple food for all the stu­dents in Har­vard Uni­ver­si­ty, or the Uni­ver­si­ty of Michi­gan, or Columbia Uni­ver­si­ty, or all in Amherst, Dart­mouth, Cor­nell, and Williams com­bined. If stood on end she would al­most at­tain the height of the Wash­ing­ton mon­ument placed on the roof of the Capi­tol at Wash­ing­ton. She has nine decks, and a few years ago, if con­vert­ed in­to a shore ed­ifice, might fair­ly have been reck­oned in the “skyscrap­er” class. Her speed, as she was built pri­mar­ily for ca­pac­ity is on­ly about sev­en­teen knots, and to at­tain that she burns about 260 tons of coal a day. The “Deutsch­land,” which holds the ocean record for speed, burns near­ly 600 tons of coal a day, and with it car­ries through the seas on­ly 16,000 tons as against the “Celtic's” 20,000. But she is one of the mod­ern ves­sels built es­pe­cial­ly to car­ry pas­sen­gers. In her hold, huge as it is, there is room for on­ly about 600 tons of car­go, and she sel­dom car­ries more than one-​sixth of that amount. One voy­age of this great ship costs about $45,000, and even at that heavy ex­pense, she is a prof­it earn­er, so great is the vol­ume of transat­lantic trav­el and so ready are peo­ple to pay for speed and lux­ury. Her coal alone costs $5,000 a trip, and the ex­pens­es of the ta­ble, laun­dry, etc., equal those of the most lux­uri­ous ho­tel.

But will ev­er these great lin­ers, these huge mass­es of steel, guid­ed by elec­tric­ity and sped by steam, build up anew the race of Amer­ican sailors? Who shall say now? To-​day they are manned by Scan­di­na­vians and of­fi­cered, in the main, by the sea­men of the for­eign na­tions whose flags they float. But the Amer­ican is an adapt­able type. He at once at­tends up­on chang­ing con­di­tions and con­quers them. He turned from the sea to the rail­roads when that seemed to be the course of progress; he may re­trace his steps now that the pen­du­lum seems to swing the oth­er way. And if he finds un­der the new regime less chance for the hardy top­man, no op­por­tu­ni­ty for the shrewd trad­er to a hun­dred ports, the gates closed to the man of small cap­ital, yet be sure he will con­quer fate in some way. We have seen it in the armed branch of the sea­far­ing pro­fes­sion on­ly with­in a few months. When the fine old sail­ing frigates van­ished from the seas, when the “Con­sti­tu­tion” and the “Hart­ford” be­came as ob­so­lete as the car­avels of Colum­bus, when a navy of­fi­cer found that elec­tric­ity and steam were more se­ri­ous prob­lems in his call­ing than sails and rig­ging, and a blue­jack­et could be with the best in his watch with­out ev­er hav­ing learned to furl a roy­al, then said ev­ery­body: “The naval pro­fes­sion has gone to the dogs. Its ro­mance has de­part­ed. Our ships should be manned from our boil­er shops, and of­fi­cered from our in­sti­tu­tions of tech­nol­ogy. There will be no more De­caturs, Som­ers­es, Far­raguts, Cush­ings.” And then came on the Span­ish war and the rush of the “Ore­gon” around Cape Horn, the cool thrust of Dewey's fleet in­to the locked wa­ters of Mani­la Bay, the plucky fight and death of Bagley at Car­de­nas, the brav­ing of death by Hob­son at San­ti­ago, and the com­plete de­struc­tion of Cervera's fleet by Sch­ley showed that Amer­icans could fight as well in steel ships as in wood­en ones. Nor can we doubt that the his­to­ry of the next half-​cen­tu­ry will show that the new or­der at sea will breed a new race of Amer­ican sea­men able as in the past to prove them­selves mas­ters of the deep.