SHIPPING.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume XI, Issue 1370, 18 October 1883, Page 2

SHIPPING.

Should the weather ne favoufabls tO’day for shipping sheep, the Southwra Cross vrtlJ be postponed until the •* 500 head, are booked for Auckland.

If the weather holds fine the ketch Luoy James, Captain A. Miller, will sail f° r Tologa Bay and Kawa Kawa on Tuesday, the 28rd instant. . The Southern Cross will arrive from Napier this morning, and will tb«tf proofed, on to Auckland.

The Ringarooma will twite to-morrow about noon from Auckland. She then goes South. The Waira apa is expected onS**»4 ay from South. The Taiaroa may be looked feP about Munday next. As showing the viscissitudes and ptffV* tending a “ life on the ocean wMtte/ tain Eckford, of the Mohaka, faferiii&d us Chis morning (writes the Melbourne *' Times * of the 6th fast) that as he wtfs doming out a f Wellington harbor the previous night < cutfar made signals of distress. Captain Eckford steamed up to the vessel, and found she was the Days Bay, 17 days out from t/ellfagton The Days Bay was bound for the East Coast, a two days’ journey j but she had met with a succession of bad weather from the start, and running short of provisions on the 13th day out, the captain determined to run to Wellington. When boarded by the crew, those on board the cutter were literally ravenous, the whole of them not having tasted food for three days. Captain Eckford kinkly gave them a loaf and a lot of cold beef, and to see these poor hungry mariners eat was a treat an epicure might have envied, But the strangest request of all was asking for tobacco, a want the genial commander of the steamboat supplied. There must be some hidden virtue in tobacco when starving men crave f>r it. On board the Frank Guy, schooner, now in Bay (says the “ Standard ”) there is a canine wonder in the shape of a large brown retriever dog named “ Maori.” He is hardly up to working a day in navigation, but he is an adept at the wheel, and steers admirably A few days ago Captain Baile sent “ Maori ” to the wheel. Away he went and grasped the spokes in the orthodox sailor style, and alternately put the helm to port or starboard. Occasionally he would glance at the binacle, and look aloft to see that the ship was full and by. Once, on entering Port Chalmers, the Frank Guy had to pass between two ships at anchor, one of them a large immigrant ship. Captain Baile, knowing the schooner would steer herself for a few minutes fa the light breeze, sent the men below, and ensconced himself in the cabin, keeping an eye on ‘J Maori,” who was at the wheel, erect and attentive. The effect of the solitary dog steering a SGO-ton schooner between the two vessels had an almost electrical effect on the crews and passengers, who crowded the bulwarks to wonder at the novel sight.