[read online Pdf] The Boat Who Wouldn't FloatAuthor Farley Mowat – Bilb-weil.de

One of the few books that had me laughing out loud while I was reading it My grandfather suggested in to me and told me it made him laugh I was sceptical but found myself looking foolish while reading it on a bus trying to keep myself from cracking up. I adore this book I don t know if there are still books like this being read out there well written, eloquent without being stuffy or pretentious and moments of beautiful writing that capture you in the story I wonder if we have the patience for them if they aren t big and full of long, dull paragraphs, or short with little story to tell But, if one is looking for a fun, self effacing, humorous look at life with some truly magical passages of writing stuffed in between the exploits of a b I adore this book I don t know if there are still books like this being read out there well written, eloquent without being stuffy or pretentious and moments of beautiful writing that capture you in the story I wonder if we have the patience for them if they aren t big and full of long, dull paragraphs, or short with little story to tell But, if one is looking for a fun, self effacing, humorous look at life with some truly magical passages of writing stuffed in between the exploits of a boat with a personality larger than she, this book will hold water and your attention Makes me want to run out and find Mr Mowat s other books and pencil in some time to follow along on his journeys Funny and satisfying Mowat chronicles his misadventures sailing around the Canadian Maritimes in the 1960s The lack of GPS and anythingmodern than a compass make his time at sea sound like the ancients He recounts a drive across Newfoundland destroying his car s muffler and tailpipe, blowing 7 tires, and lasting 5 days Google Maps says it now takes 9 hours The 50 year old world of this book is as distant as the Vikings.For a chapter or two Mowat anchors in Saint Pierre and Miquelon, Funny and satisfying Mowat chronicles his misadventures sailing around the Canadian Maritimes in the 1960s The lack of GPS and anythingmodern than a compass make his time at sea sound like the ancients He recounts a drive across Newfoundland destroying his car s muffler and tailpipe, blowing 7 tires, and lasting 5 days Google Maps says it now takes 9 hours The 50 year old world of this book is as distant as the Vikings.For a chapter or two Mowat anchors in Saint Pierre and Miquelon, a delightful quirk of geography, islands off the coast of Newfoundland that are French Not just francophone they belong to France, not Canada.This is my second reading of the book I read it in middle school I so rarely re read books because I read so so slowly and life is short It was fun to experience the semi familiar I can t recall the last time I so thoroughly enjoyed a book This one held me in rapt attention From the opening lines through to the final word I ve read that Farley Mowat is a natural story teller and I totally agree I burst out in laughter so many times while reading this book, and often in public places Thankfully most everyone on the plane was sleeping while I was trying unsuccessfully to contain my chuckles What did I find so amusing you might ask Well, just about everything Mr Mo I can t recall the last time I so thoroughly enjoyed a book This one held me in rapt attention From the opening lines through to the final word I ve read that Farley Mowat is a natural story teller and I totally agree I burst out in laughter so many times while reading this book, and often in public places Thankfully most everyone on the plane was sleeping while I was trying unsuccessfully to contain my chuckles What did I find so amusing you might ask Well, just about everything Mr Mowat wrote He can manage to turn the most sorry of stories into an award winning humorous novel This is the tale of his little Newfoundland boat that just didn t want to float Whether it was the wood or the design, the Happy Adventurer was continually threatening to take Farley and his sailing companions down into the deep During the several years of fretting and sailing this little vessel, there were many times when Farley could have called it quits, but he perservered and eventually succeeded in turning her into a sea worthy ship This true life story shows great spirit and tenacity.I have severalbooks by Mr Mowat that I am moving to the front of my reading list I can t imagine why I haven t read any of these works earlier I have really liked most of the Farley Mowat books I have read, both fiction and non fiction Sadly, I found myself a bit bored with The Boat Who Wouldn t Float There were enough funny moments, but in between those it was often repetitious and I didn t feel invested in most of the side characters The exception was Jack McClelland, who was certainly the most entertaining Unfortunately, when Jack wasn t around the humor was notably less consistent It is a decent light read and I liked the way I have really liked most of the Farley Mowat books I have read, both fiction and non fiction Sadly, I found myself a bit bored with The Boat Who Wouldn t Float There were enough funny moments, but in between those it was often repetitious and I didn t feel invested in most of the side characters The exception was Jack McClelland, who was certainly the most entertaining Unfortunately, when Jack wasn t around the humor was notably less consistent It is a decent light read and I liked the way Mowat s writing gives some personality to the titular boat, but this isn t one of Mowat s best But boat enthusiasts will probably get a kick out of it, and they are probablyof this book s target audience anyways As I sat in the companionway of our Alacrity eyeing a leak, a fellow sailor suggested I read The Boat Who Wouldn t Float After reading the book, I feel we may have sold the Alacrity too soon Farley proves that with some work and determination, a leaky boat is still able to provide plenty of adventure He tells an endearing story of finding his boat, dreaming of a cross Atlantic sailing to Bermuda, and the many adventures that are realized with Happy Adventure at sail The book has amusing As I sat in the companionway of our Alacrity eyeing a leak, a fellow sailor suggested I read The Boat Who Wouldn t Float After reading the book, I feel we may have sold the Alacrity too soon Farley proves that with some work and determination, a leaky boat is still able to provide plenty of adventure He tells an endearing story of finding his boat, dreaming of a cross Atlantic sailing to Bermuda, and the many adventures that are realized with Happy Adventure at sail The book has amusing characters throughout Many with the fearlessness that East Coast living brings like the dark cliffs that stand tall through years of wind and fog and rain Farley s writing took me there I could imagine searching through the fog for a safe harbour or watching an incoming tide to be sure we made our crossing in time Learning the geography of the area and the history of those who settled to live with the Miq Mac Nations was a bonus, and most surprising to me, the islands of St Pierre and Miquelon the last piece of French territory in North America I m now curious to visit these islands that are officially French and just 12 miles south of Newfoundland A most enjoyable story It aims for light humor and not much, and usually succeeds The humor is never cruel, but always tolerant and humane The people, the boat, the dog, are all wonderful characters yes, even the boat There is some real adventure, but Mowat s endurable cheer is relentless She immediately proceeded to give evidence of what was to be her most salient characteristic She leaked as no boat I have ever known, before or since, could leak A hundred arms began to wave A most enjoyable story It aims for light humor and not much, and usually succeeds The humor is never cruel, but always tolerant and humane The people, the boat, the dog, are all wonderful characters yes, even the boat There is some real adventure, but Mowat s endurable cheer is relentless She immediately proceeded to give evidence of what was to be her most salient characteristic She leaked as no boat I have ever known, before or since, could leak A hundred arms began to wave as hoarse voices were raised in a great shout Jack, at the wheel of the red beast, was delighted He thought the people were welcoming him to Muddy Hole He also thought he was still on the ill defined track which led down the boulder scree to the shore of the cove He was wrong on both counts There was no road, and the inhabitants were trying vehemently to warn him of this fact My son one of the observers of the scene told me afterwards It were a wunnerful sight to see And here I had better explain that in Newfoundland the word wonderful still means what it used to mean in older times full of wonder, full of awe The car negotiated the first few yards without incident, then the slope abruptly steepened and although Jack, suspecting by now that all was not well, tramped on the brakes, it was too late Down came the red behemoth, careless of the boulders in its path and heedless of a number of split stick fences, leaping and bounding with the abandon of a hippopotamus driven mad by hashish There was no clutch and no gear box When, and if, the engine started, the boat immediately began to move She did not necessarily move forward It is an idiosyncrasy of the make and breaks that when they start they may choose to turn over either to left or to right which is to say either forward or astern , and there is no way known to man of predicting which direction it is going to be It was Jack who saved us all He did not even pause to curse, but leapt into the engine room with such alacrity that he caught the bullgine sleeping Before it knew he was there he had spun the flywheel and, even without a prime, the green beast was so surprised she fired She had been taken totally off guard, but even as she belched into life she struck back at us, thinking to make us pay for our trickery by starting in reverse There were a great many people watching from the fish plant wharf Since they could not hear the roar of the bullgine above the thunder of the plant machinery they were incredulous of what they saw Under full sail and snoring bravely along, Happy Adventure slowly came to a stop Then with all sails still set and drawing she began to back up The fish plant manager, a worldly man who had several times seen motion picture films, said it was like watching a movie that had been reversed He said he expected to see the schooner back right up Obie s stage, lower her sails, and go to sleep again The engine roared and the heat became so intense that we were sweating almost as much water back into the bilges as we were pumping out We pumped Trepassey is, as they say in other parts of Newfoundland, t place where t fog is made I believe it Happy Adventure lay in Trepassey for almost a week, and during that time we never knew if the sun still shone somewhere, or if it had been extinguished by some cosmic cataclysm They re a nasty bunch over there They won t hardly part with a drop of gasoline on tick Won t give a feller no credit at all I told em last time I filled up there I d pay em when I got the money, and one of these years I may The bullgine had learned how to heat herself up until she got so hot that when we tried to stop her we could not do it Disconnecting the battery did no good because the igniter, having become incandescent, would continue to fire the gasoline charges anyway The only way we could stop her was to turn off the gasoline tap at the main tank, and it then took up to five minutes for her to consume the gasoline remaining in her huge carburetor before she would finally give up the ghost She revealed this distressing new trait the day before the Jeannie Barnes arrived, when we made a voyage across the harbour to the wharf of a small merchant who sold fuel, food, and sundries to fishermen His dock was crowded with small boats and so, for safety s sake, I ordered Jack to stop the engine while we were still some distance, off The engine refused to stop and we ploughed ahead at full speed I managed to heel her over in a sharp turn, doing nodamage to the moored boats than to skin the paint off a trap skiff Shaken to the quick, I headed the vessel back toward the cen tre of the harbour whereupon the engine stopped Naturally it would not start again While stationed in Holland after the end of the Second World War Mike Donovan stole a German v 2 rocket After painting it blue, building a wooden conning tower on it, and brazenly calling it a one man submarine, he shipped it back to Canada as a glorious souvenir We had given up our original intention of sailing to the tropics because it was clear from a scrutiny of our log that, even if we maintained our current rate of progress, it would take us sixteen months to reach the Caribbean twenty nine months to reach the Azores and seven and a half years to reach the South Pacific Happy Adventure puttered blindly on into the dark and brooding murk and I was soon fog chilled, unutterably lonely, and scared to death Since rum is a known and accepted antidote for all three conditions I took a long, curative drink for each separate ailment Where you bound, Skipper someone called across to us St Pierre, I cried back Heading to clear Cape St Mary s with a five mile offing There was a long thoughtful silence from our neighbour And then Well, byes, I don t see how you re going to do it steering the course you is Unless, that is, you plans to take her up the Branch River, carry her over the Platform Hills, and put her on a railroad train If I was you, I d haul off to port about nine points Good luck to ye The thought occurred to me that if we had to find ourselves in a situation of some jeopardy, we were better off aboard Happy Adventure than aboard a well found, comfortable, and properly equipped yacht You have to be kidding Jack said when I propounded this idea Not at all Look at it this way If we were in a hundred thousand dollar yacht we d have to worry like hell about the prospect of losing her We don t have that worry aboard Happy Adventure They were very good about some other small matters to which I had forgotten to attend before we left Muddy Hole For one thing, I had not obtained official clearance for my vessel to sail to foreign ports Also, I had not bothered to have her registered and so I had no papers No papers No flag No port of registration, and not even a name painted on her stern or bow It was a wonder that Mike and I were not immediately jailed and our ship interned If one o they cutters comes onto we, we heaves bags and boxes over side The salt, bein heavy, takes the boxes straight down below, and there they stays till the salt melts into the water How long that ll take depends on how much salt you uses and what kind o bag A brin bag ll soak out fifty pounds o salt in fifteen hours but fifty pounds in a flour sack ll take nigh onto twenty four hours The cargo that was lovingly unloaded from the skiffs was the real stuff whereas the cargo we had carried from St Pierre consisted of fourteen wooden cases filled with rocks ballasted with fourteen salt bags filled with sand Our role, as determined for us by the Hondas brothers, had been that of a stalking horse charged with deflecting and preoccupying the hounds of the law They had her hauled on the slip, nominally for repairs, but when they discovered she only needed cleaning out and the replacement of one plank in her counter, they arranged to increase the repair costs by the simple expedient of tearing off six feet of her stern with crowbars What, two months earlier, had appeared to be the prospect of a pleasant voyage to Expo now loomed as an ordeal from which it seemed unlikely that any of us would emerge unscathed My one remaining hope was that the weather, which had been atrocious since late May, would stay that way until October, giving me at least a semi legitimate excuse for remaining snugly moored in Messers Cove until the whole idiotic scheme had been forgotten The weather on the Sou west Coast being what it was, I felt reasonably safe in publicly announcing that we would sail on the first fair weather day Wednesday, August second, dawned fair The inexplicable facts are these when I woke at nine o clock it was to find a clear, cloudless day, not a breath of wind, perfect visibility, and a sea as calm as an average lily pond And Happy Adventure was not leaking At first I did not believe any of it, but when conditions had not changed by noon I had to accept the unpalatable conclusion that there was nothing, short of my sabotaging the boat or engine, that was going to enable me to abandon the voyage She sucked the mud right into her, Ralph explained Filled her pores right up with mud Now she can t leak no matter how she tries not until the mud washes out of her, that is And when it does, well, you better find yourself another mud bank, quick Put back God almighty, that s all you ever do If you had the guts of a canary you d hold your course Afraid to die, are you Bloody coward I was very much afraid to die, but I was also afraid of having to live with Jack in future years unless I took his dare Once beyond Cap Gasp , and properly into the estuary of the mighty St Lawrence River, our progress slowed from a healthy snail s pace, to that of a badly crippled one Christ Almighty, he burst out We could swim to Montreal faster than this He was overstating the case a little, but was not far enough off the mark that I cared to argue with him I kept my peace because, although he was not yet aware of it, we were changing our position in regard to Fame Point We were getting farther and farther away from it It was perhaps underhanded of me, but I arranged with the man who told me the story to come aboard Happy Adventure one night, and tell it again When he was through I asked him what would happen to the forlorn little vessel The government, they take her for wharfage fees, he said, and, brutally, they sell her cheap to some fellow in the town This winter he will haul her out and cut her up for firewood Good riddance, too That night Happy Adventure did not leak a drop When we departed for Quebec on September first, she behaved so well that we ran on by day and by night Somehow Glen had switched his attention from the light on Goose Cape to the bright masthead light of a big ship heading east down the southern channel Happy Adventure was making about seven knots over the bottom, on a falling tide, and heading resolutely for salt water and for home Well, dear, it s all over now Want some coffee I ll put the kettle on I swung my legs out of my bunk and stepped into twelve inches of cold water She had done it again It seemed like a good idea Tired of everyday life ashore, Farley Mowat would find a sturdy boat in Newfoundland and roam the salt sea over, free as a bird What he found was the worst boat in the world, and she nearly drove him mad The Happy Adventure, despite all that Farley and his Newfoundland helpers could do, leaked like a sieve Her engine only worked when she felt like it Typically, on her maiden voyage, with the engine stuck in reverse, she backed out of the harbour under full sail And she sank, regularlyHow Farley and a varied crew, including the intrepid lady who married him, coaxed the boat from Newfoundland to Lake Ontario is a marvellous story The encounters with sharks, rum runners, rum and a host of unforgettable characters on land and sea make this a very funny book for readers of all ages What a book My brother gave this to me a few years ago, and it blew me away This is for the kid in all of us grown men that still wants to go out and see if we can turn our ideas into adventures A highly entertaining tale.By the way, my brothers boats all float, and they are stylish to boot. One of the classic sailing novels of all time Anyone who s an inexperienced sailor that s spent time sailing a boat that needs a lot of repair will appreciate this book Farley Mowatt s sense of humor in seemingly impossible circumstances makes this book a joy to read.