MacGregor’s ‘Rob Roy’

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Sleeping aboard ‘Suddenly’ for the first time last night I discovered the perfect situation for reading and dreaming about a voyage. Snug in the harbor of the Berkeley Marina while the sailboat rolled and bobbed in the wind and changing tides, I switched between “1000 Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe” (1865) and “The Voyage Alone in the Yawl Rob Roy” (1868), both by John MacGregor.  I first stumbled upon the Scottish explorer’s writings while researching the right boat to build for day trips on my favorite local waterways, Tomales Bay and Estero Americano. I’ve since purchased plans of the Rob Roy concept adapted by Ian Oughtred, and plan to build my own version as a back-burner project in the shop over the next year or so. My favorite writings whet the appetite for adventure, so I wanted to share some excerpts from each of MacGregor’s sequential books. The first chronicles MacGregor’s journeys on the major rivers of Northern Europe in a 15′ kayak/canoe, and the second is an account of a voyage across the English Channel in a scaled up version of a similar design, albeit sans paddle, with more sail area and a ballasted keel:

“Now these very things which bother the “pair oar,” become cheery excitements to the voyager in a canoe. For now, as he sits in his little bark, he looks forward, and not backward. He sees all his course, and the scenery besides. With one sweep of his paddle he can turn aside when only a foot from destruction. He can steer within an inch in a narrow place, and can easily pass through reeds and weeds, or branches and grass; can work his sail without changing his seat; can shove with his paddle when aground, and can jump out in good time to prevent a bad smash. He can wade and haul his craft over shallows, or drag it on dry ground, through fields and hedges, over dykes, barriers, and walls; can carry it by hand up ladders and stairs, and can transport his canoe over high mountains and broad plains in a cart drawn by a man, a horse, or a cow.
Besides all this, the covered canoe is far stronger than an open boat, and may be fearlessly dropped into a deep pool, a lock, or a millrace, and when the breakers are high in the open sea or in river rapids, they can only wash over the deck of a canoe, while it is always dry within.
The canoe is also safer than a rowing-boat, because you sit so low in it, and never require to shift your place or lose hold of the paddle; while for comfort during long hours, for days and weeks of hard work, the canoe is evidently the best, because you lean all the time against a swinging backboard, and when the paddle rests on your lap you are at ease as in an arm-chair; so that, while drifting along with the current or the wind, you can gaze around, and eat or read, or sketch, or chat with the starers on the bank, and yet, in a moment of sudden alarm, the hands are at once on the faithful paddle ready for action.
Finally, you can lie at full length in the canoe, with a sail as an awning for the sun, or a shelter for rain, and you can sleep at night under its cover, or inside it when made for that purpose, with at least as much room for turning in your bed as sufficed for the great Duke of Wellington; or, if you are tired of the water for a time, you can leave your boat at an inn–where it will not he “eating its head off,” like a horse; or you can send it home, or sell it, and take to the road yourself, or sink back again into the lazy cushions of a first-class carriage, and dream you are seeing the world.” (from ‘1000 Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe’, 1865)

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“The Rob Roy is a yawl-rig, so as to place the sailor between the sails for “handiness.” She is double skinned to make her staunch and dry below, and she is full-decked to keep out the sea above. She has an iron keel and keelson to resist a bump on rocks, and with four watertight compartments to limit its effects if once stove in. Her cabin is comfortable to sleep in, but only as arranged when anchored for the purpose — sleep at sea is forbidden to her crew. Her internal arrangements for cooking, reading, writing, provisions, stores, and cargo, are quite different from those of any other yacht, all of them are specially devised, and all well done, and now on the 7th of June, at 5PM she is hastily launched, her ton and a half of pig-iron is put on board for ballast, the luggage and luxuries for a three months’ voyage are loaded in, her masts are stepped, the sails are bent, the flags unfold to the breeze, the line to shore is slipped, and we are sailing from Woolwich, never to have any person aboard in her progress but the captain, until she returns to the builders’ yard.” (from The Voyage Alone in the Yawl Rob Roy’, 1868)

2 replies on “MacGregor’s ‘Rob Roy’”

  1. Sounds like a great book, and an even better boat! Can’t wait to see it evolve in your shop.

    I’m going to send you “Sailing Alone Around the World”, by Captain Joshua Slocum, about his 1895-1898 voyage. He was the first to go around solo, but he’s very humble and the book is much more about the people he met (he stopped a lot) than about himself.

  2. Thanks, George. That’s awfully sweet. I’ve read the Slocum book but its been a few years and I gave my copy away. It’d be great to read it again if you have the hankering to send it off. Hope all is well with you- I look forward to catching up soon!

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