Australia’s Famous Clipper at Journey’s End

Manawatu Times, Volume 61, Issue 188, 11 August 1936, Page 5

Australia’s Famous Clipper at Journey’s End

bllunbl'. —toyuney snip breakers uAti taken delivery ox luo wurrfl-iameu ocean lirer 01 sainug snip uays, tne iirigiia, anu aiu tearing ner niiu sman pieces, Boon uicvessci, once .ne prruo or tno Devon Bens, wnl be mutiny a nuni, anu sue Will uo omy one or Urn) many sea memories mat ueron b .0 x'ort oaervson. But ru jaou at Aberdeen, the vessor nils uumou Booiuou, j: asnioueil to regiSicr ziui tons, me Bouraon was tne .digest composite sailing sniji to carry me melt mno.gn ox mu jjiruun mexcan me marine, xt was onginauy liuenuuu to nt ner out as a steamer, xue limners useu in closing me opening ror tne profiler snail are sun in tneir places. The only utner teak-bum ciippei unoac 10-uny is tne Gutty Burk, wmen was uunt at Dumbarton m isutk ft captain mlmsiie nail driven tne Bouraon as mud us Captain WooUget drove tne Cutty Bark, tno Bouraon might easily nave held the record lor the fastest sailing-snip passage from .London to Ateluourne. For zu years tho ship did ner work, making tho round trip irom Eondou to Melbourne or {Sydney once every year.

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