During
the winter of 1906, Door County's largest newspaper, the
Door County Advocate, reported that negotiations were underway
for the Oak Leaf's purchase by the Sturgeon Bay
Stone Company. From the opening of navigation in spring
1906, the Advocate regularly reported the movements and
activities of the barge and her escort, the
steam barge
I.N.
Foster.
At times the Oak Leaf was paired with the barge Ida
Corning on its
transport route, but the tow seldom if ever consisted
of more than two barges in line. Tugs and barges from
other quarries often escorted the Oak Leaf,
demonstrating that the various quarries cooperated when
their loads of stone had to be delivered to the same destination.
During the early years of operation, the Sturgeon Bay
Stone Company periodically contracted tugs from local
quarries to do its towing.
Barges
and their escorts appear to have spent an inordinate amount
of time dodging storms and inclement weather, a reflection
of their poor seafaring qualities. On one occasion the Foster and Oak Leaf survived
a three week odyssey, dodging storms, seeking harbors and
island lees, and crisscrossing the same bodies of water
more than once, all in an attempt to get a simple cargo
to Petoskey, Mich., a day's sail away in good weather.
On another occasion the Oak Leaf rolled
so badly on a return trip from Ludington, Mich., that she
unshipped her mast and her deck-boiler went over the rail.
Indeed, most barges lost on the lakes were victims of shifting
cargo that resulted in capsizing.
Occasionally,
however, fatalities occurred even when a barge was not
in distress. The body of 30-year-old Francis C. Brown,
deckhand on the Oak Leaf, was recovered in Sturgeon
Bay on 27 August 1908, after apparently falling overboard
during the barge's outbound journey to the Michigan shore.
With only two or three men on board, it was unlikely
that anybody would witness a sailor falling overboard.
Moreover, should an accident be seen, it would take a
great deal of time to signal the tug and more time still
to turn around the consort--by which time it would be
virtually impossible to spot a small head bobbing in
a sea of waves. |