A Novel Ocean Race

In these days of ocean the is nearly always doné against time, but there was a battle royal ended a few weeks ago between the American steamships Carib Prince and Muriel, says the Cardiff Mail, that would have started the g-ooseflesh of excitement on the most collected of seamen. The Carib Prince left Demerara on November 17 and jogg-ed leisurely away on her journey northward. Three days later the Muriel set sail for Barbadoes and journeyed m the same direction. Both vessels were about abreast at this time but separated by a wide patch of ocean. Three days later, however, they narrowed the angles of their courses down to the apex, and when they were in sig-ht of each other it was pull devil pull baker for the lead. Down in their vessels' holds their en gines banged and rattled in countles revolutions, their screws a they were never twisted before, anc out of the mouths of their smokestack came inky clouds. Neck and neck they came up the coast, and every man jack aboard, in the parlance of th sea, "rooted hard" for victory. In th stokehold. aecording' to one of th firemen, they didn't have to shovel in coal - they just opened the furnac doors and the draft licked in tons a a time. For seven days they were in hight of each other, and the Murie with a mag-nificent burst of speec era wied up on hir rival and then quick iy ran out of sight.