It was 1989 when I started building a large 1/4"= 1 foot scale model of Constitution and today, 16 years and 18,000 hours later, I honestly believe this is how she was rigged during her last chase, exactly one hour prior to her last battle against the British HMS Levant and HMS Cyane. I had already invested more than four thousand hours in the construction of this model, and had intended, upon completion of the hull, to proceed with the stepping of masts and rigging her just as I had done previously on other models. However, In February 1992, when Commander Martin presented me with an original typescript of Midshipman Edward Clifford Anderson's notes on the rigging of the ship in 1834-35 at Boston, the earliest such specific information known, I decided I would follow Midshipman Anderson's directions and record the progress, step by step, discovering for myself what was done and how. This meant creating additional scaled parts relating to sheer poles, etc. to simulate exactly how the masts and the bowsprit, etc. were stepped in this era, and for this reason. Due to the equipment available today, and rightfully so, I do not believe that Constitution, or any ship's from this era, will ever again be rigged, including the stepping of the masts, using sheer poles and tackle only, and so I chose, while this one and only opportunity lent itself, to show this pictorially.
Emma Leslie's actual name is Emma Dixon and that she lived from 1837-1909 and made her home in Lewisham, Kent, in the south of England. She was a prolific Victorian children's author who wrote over 100 books. Emma Leslie's first book, The Two Orphans, was published in 1863, and her books remained in print for years after her death.
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...boards, or any objects that might support them in the water, and others, crazed by the terrible scenes about them, dashed into the roaring flames, their dying shrieks mingling with the hopeless cries of those who still struggled for life. From the shore scores of helpless people, without boats, or any means of assistance, watched the frightful spectacle, and strong swimmers struck out to give what aid they could. Only a few were saved. For days scorched and unrecognisable corpses floated ashore, and when the final death-roll was called, it was found that 286 lives had gone out in that frightful hour of fire. Is there a more tragic page in the history of any ocean than this?--a page to which must still be added the burning of the steamer Erie, with a loss of one hundred and seventy lives, the sinking of the Pewabic with seventy souls off Thunder Bay Light, in Lake Huron, the loss of the Asia with one hundred lives, and scores of other tragedies that might be mentioned. The Inland Seas have borne a burden of loss greater in proportion than that of any of the salt oceans. Their bottoms are literally strewn with the bones of ships and men, their very existence is one of tragedy coupled with the greatest industrial progress the world has ever seen. But there are no books descriptive of their "attractions," no volumes of fiction or history descriptive of those "thrilling human elements" that tend to draw people from the uttermost ends of the earth. This field yet remains for the writers of to-day. And romance walks hand in hand with tragedy on the Inland Seas. For two or three years past a new epidemic has been sweeping the world, an epidemic which has attracted attention in every civilised land and to which I might give the...