immense timber-yards were thronged with spectators; not a part of the quay, not a wall of the
wharf, not a factory roof showed an unoccupied place; the river itself was covered with craft of all
descriptions, and the heights of Govan, on the left bank, swarmed with spectators.
There was, however, nothing extraordinary in the event about to take place; it was nothing but the
launching of a ship, and this was an everyday affair with the people of Glasgow. Had the Dolphin,
then — for that was the name of the ship built by Messrs. Tod & MacGregor — some special
peculiarity? To tell the truth, it had none.
It was a large ship, about 1,500 tons, in which everything combined to obtain superior speed. Her
engines, of 500 horse-power, were from the workshops of Lancefield Forge; they worked two
screws, one on either side the stern-post, completely independent of each other. As for the depth
of water the Dolphin would draw, it must be very inconsiderable; connoisseurs were not deceived,
and they concluded rightly that this ship was destined for shallow straits. But all these particulars
could not in any way justify the eagerness of the people: taken altogether, the Dolphin was nothing
more or less than an ordinary ship. Would her launching present some mechanical difficulty to be
overcome? Not any more than usual. The Clyde had received many a ship of heavier tonnage, and
the launching of the Dolphin would take place in the usual manner.
In fact, when the water was calm, the moment the ebb-tide set in, the workmen began to operate.
Their mallets kept perfect time falling on the wedges meant to raise the ship’s keel: soon a shudder
ran through the whole of her massive structure; although she had only been slightly raised, one
could see that she shook, and then gradually began to glide down the well greased wedges, and in
a few moments she plunged into the Clyde. Her stern struck the muddy bed of the river, then she
raised herself on the top of a gigantic wave, and, carried forward by her start, would have been
dashed against the quay of the Govan timber-yards, if her anchors had not restrained her.
The launch had been perfectly successful, the Dolphin swayed quietly on the waters of the Clyde,
all the spectators clapped their hands when she took possession of her natural element, and loud
hurrahs arose from either bank.
But wherefore these cries and this applause? Undoubtedly the most eager of the spectators would
have been at a loss to explain the reason of his enthusiasm. What was the cause, then, of the
lively interest excited by this ship? Simply the mystery which shrouded her destination; it was not
known to what kind of commerce she was to be appropriated, and in questioning different groups
the diversity of opinion on this important subject was indeed astonishing.
However, the best informed, at least those who pretended to be so, agreed in saying that the
steamer was going to take part in the terrible war which was then ravaging the United States of
America, but more than this they did not know, and whether the Dolphin was a privateer, a
transport ship, or an addition to the Federal marine was what no one could tell.
“Hurrah!” cried one, affirming that the Dolphin had been built for the Southern States.
“Hip! hip! hip!” cried another, swearing that never had a faster boat crossed to the American
coasts.
Thus its destination was unknown, and in order to obtain any reliable information one must be an
intimate friend, or, at any rate, an acquaintance of Vincent Playfair & Co., of Glasgow.
A rich, powerful, intelligent house of business was that of Vincent Playfair & Co., in a social sense,
an old and honourable family, descended from those tobacco lords who built the finest quarters of
the town. These clever merchants, by an act of the Union, had founded the first Glasgow
warehouse for dealing in tobacco from Virginia and Maryland. Immense fortunes were realised;
mills and foundries sprang up in all parts, and in a few years the prosperity of the city attained its
height.
The house of Playfair remained faithful to the enterprising spirit of its ancestors, it entered into the
most daring schemes, and maintained the honour of English commerce. The principal, Vincent
Playfair, a man of fifty, with a temperament essentially practical and decided, although somewhat
daring, was a genuine shipowner. Nothing affected him beyond commercial questions, not even
the political side of the transactions, otherwise he was a perfectly loyal and honest man.
However, he could not lay claim to the idea of building and fitting up the Dolphin; she belonged to
his nephew, James Playfair, a fine young man of thirty, the boldest skipper of the British merchant