This happened once to the first catamaran that was sailed in New York Bay.
I shall want one hand with me to sail the catamaran while I do the fighting.
She was a "twin boat:" that is, she had two hulls, like a "catamaran."
Guided by the breath of heaven, and by that alone, did the Catamaran continue her course.
For some moments the deck of the Catamaran rang with the shouts, “Ship ahoy!”
Fortunately for the crew of the Catamaran, it did not become a storm.
They were evidently in chase of him, with as much eagerness as he was in chase of the Catamaran.
The crew of the Catamaran could only frame conjectures,—all of a horrid nature.
Her slow-sailing was not the only objection to the Catamaran.
As soon as the gig was ready to receive them, the “stores” of the Catamaran were transferred to it.
