Augusta Ramsay_. And Captain Henry, of the _Augusta
Ramsay_, knew it, too, and he was hurrying as fast as he could. The
_Augusta Ramsay_ was a good deal bigger than the _Industry_, but Captain
Sol had his mind made up to beat her if he blew the sticks right out of
the _Industry_.

So it happened that the ship _Augusta Ramsay_ pulled out from her wharf
at exactly the same time that the brig _Industry_ pulled out from hers.
And they both began to set all the sails that they possibly could. And
the ship and the brig sailed down the harbor together before a fair
wind. A fair wind is a wind that blows about the way the vessel is
going. But the _Augusta Ramsay_ was just ahead, going down the harbor,
for the wharf that she started from was a little nearer to the channel
than Captain Jonathan's and Captain Jacob's wharf; and the channel that
led out of Boston Harbor was even more crooked and narrow than it is
now. So the _Industry_ couldn't pass the _Augusta Ramsay_, while they
were in the channel and setting all those many sails, and Captain Sol
didn't try it.

By the time the _Industry_ had got out into Boston Bay she had set her
mainsail and her foresail, and her maintopsail and her foretopsail, and
her maintopgallantsail and her foretopgallantsail, and her mainroyal and
her foreroyal, and her mainskysail and her foreskysail, and all of her
jibs and her spanker and her staysails; and the sailors were busy
getting out her studdingsail booms. The studdingsail booms are sticks
that stick out beyond the ends of the yards; and, as soon as the sailors
had got out these booms, they set the studdingsails that belonged on
them, so that it was just as if the foresail and the other sails that
had studdingsails had been made so much bigger. And the _Industry_ had
set all the sail that she could set.

The _Augusta Ramsay_ had all the sails that the _Industry_ had and,
besides those sails, she had the sails that belong on the mizzenmast:
the cross-jack and the mizzentopsail and the mizzentopgallantsail and
the mizzenroyal and the mizzenskysail and all the mizzenstaysails. But
the _Industry_ couldn't set those sails on the mizzenmast, because she
didn't have any mizzenmast. And the two vessels leaned a good deal and
the foam piled up under their bows and they just flew out of Boston Bay
into Massachusetts Bay and out past Provincetown into the great ocean;
but neither gained on the other any worth mentioning.

And night came and they d