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0UTING. 


AN  ILLUSTRATED  MONTFILY   MAGAZINE 


OF 


SPORT,  TRAVEL  AND  RECREATION. 

VOL.  XXXI L 

April — September,    1898. 


JAMES  H.  WORMAN,  Uw//^ 
BEN  J.   WORMAN,         \  ^^"'^^^' 


THE    OUTING    PUBLISHING    COMPANY, 

NKW  YORK:  Nos.  239  AND  241  FIFTH  AVENUE. 
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CONTENTS  OF  VOLUME  XXXII 


APRIL   TO    SEPTEMBER,    1898. 

ATHLETICS.  page. 

Columbia's  Athletics.     Illustrated  from  Photos J.  Parmly  Paret,  9 

Outdoor  Life  AT  Wellesley  College.     Illustrated Jeannette  A.  Marks,  117 

Sport's  Place  in  the  Nation's  Well-being    ......   = Price  Collier,  3S2 

CAMPING. 

Camping  in  Comfort.     With  numerous  Diagrams H.  A.  Hill,  505 

CANOEING. 

Canoeing  on  the  Iowa.     Illustrated  by  Marc  Lucas L.  B.  Robinson,  31 

A  Canoe  Trip  avi  th  a  Vengeance G.  F.  Russell,  1S2 

Canoeing  down  the  Androscoggin.     Illustrated  by  the  Author    .    .    .   G.  E.  Browne,  35S 

CYCLING. 

Camp  and  Cycle  in  the  Yellowstone  Park.     Illustrated W.  W.  Thayer,  17 

Round  About  Old  Manhattan.     Illustrated A.  H.  Godfrey,  130 

Thro'  the  Shenandoah  Valley  Awheel.     Illustrated  by  G.  W.  Bonte  .   D.  F.  Gay,  232 

Bicycling  in  the  Black  Forest A.  P.  Atterbury,  252 

Vignettes  FROM  1  he  Wheel.    (Older  Cambridge.) Charles  Turner,  349 

Illustrated  by  G.  W.  Bonte. 

Up  to  the  Tappan  Zee  Awheel A.  H.  Godfrey,  375 

Illustrated  from  Photos  by  the  Author. 

U.'  TO  the  Catskills  Awheel ,  A.  H.  Godfrey,  458 

Illustrated  from  Photos  by  the  Author. 

EQUESTRIANISM. 

Ponies.     Illustrated "  Rittenhouse,"  125 

\yiTH  a  Pack  Team  on  the  Sierra  Madre O.  C.  Farrington,  141 

Buckboarding  in  Switzerland.     Illustrated  by  G.  W.  Bonte    .    .    .    Edith  A.  Logan,  149 

My  Greatest  Race.     (A  Steeplechase  Reminiscence.) Cockburn  Harvey,  274 

FICTION. 

The  Last  Aztec Therese  Guertin  Randall,  41 

Illustrated  by  the  late  A.  W.  Van  Deusen. 

■     Her  Photograph.     Illustrated  by  J.  F.  Kaufman Louise  D.  Mitchell,  164 

Cupid  on  Wheels.     Illustrated  by  F.  W.  Read Caroline  Shelley,  219 

A  Maiden  Effort  with  the  Wheel The  late  Kathleen  F.  M.  Sullivan,  276 

Illustrated  by  the  late  A.  W.  Van  Deusen. 

A  Crustacean  Idyl.     Illustrated  by  Alex.  J.  Rummler Ward  Cruikshank,  341 

The  Romance  of  a  "Jock  Scott" M.  Gertrude  Cundell,  467 

Illustrated  by  F.  W.  Read. 

"Moses,"  the  Tale  of  a  Dog - F.  J.  Hagan,  569 

Illustrated  by  F   W.  Read. 


J^AS 


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CONTENTS.  3 

FISHING.  I'AGK. 

Troutinc;  in  the  Bushkill.     Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston     ....     Percy  Stanford,  25 

A  May-day  Troutinc.     Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston Georgia  Roberts,  iii 

A-Trouting  We  Did  Go    .    .    .   •» James  H    Benton,  155 

A  Bit  of  a  River.     Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston Ed.  W.  Sandys,  176 

Black  Bass  on  the  Orange  Watershed L.  H.  Johnson,  2S1 

Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 

Sea-fishing  at  Montauk E.  M.  L.,  282 

The  Salmon  of  the  Sou'west  Miramichi.     Illustrated F.  H.  Risteen,  333 

Salmon-fishing  in  Newfoundland Cockburn  Harvey,  495 

A  Bit  of  Sea-fishing.     With  Sketches  by  the  Author Ed.  W.  Sandys,  511 

How  Swordfish  Are  Caught.     Illustrated 603 

Black  Bass  FIshing  on  Lake  Emile Harold  A.  Scott,  600 

FRONTISPIECES. 

"A  Labor  of  Love."    (See  Taxidermy  for  Sportsmen,  pp.  33-40) 2 

Painted  for  Outing  by,  and  published  by.  the  courtesy  of  Edgar  M.  Ward. 

"  A  Boy  OF  the  Old  Brigade."     (See  A  Bit  of  a  River,  pp.  148-158) no 

Painted  for  Outing  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 

"  A  Friend  in  Need  IS  a  Friend  Indeed" .  218 

Painted  for  Outing  by  A.  J.  Rummler. 

"The  Freedom  of  fhe  Camp  " 328 

Painted  for  Outing  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 

"To  Be  or  Not  TO  Be."     (Golfing.) 436 

Painted  for  Outing  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 

"  An  Anxious  Moment."     (See  One  Day's  Ducking,  pp.  619-624)     .....;....  546 

Painted  for  Outing  by  the  late  Hermann  Simon. 

GOLF. 

Canadian  Golf.     Illustrated John  P.  Roche,  260 

Golf  at  the  St.  Andrew's  Club  of  America John  Reid,  399 

Illustrated  from  Photos  by  T.  C.  Turner. 
How^  TO  Get  Out  of  Trouble  in  Golf   ....  Willie  Tucker  (Instructor  St.  Andrew's 

Golf  Club).     Illustrated  from  Photos  by  T.  C.  Turner 437 

Golf  on  the  Seaboard.    Illustrated Hugh  Fitzpatrick,  498 

One  of  Nature's  Golf-links.     Illustrated C.  J.  Jacobs,  608 

HUNTING   AND    SHOOTING. 

A  Tiger  Hunt  in  India.     Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston A  Cavalry  Officer,  3 

Mallard-shooting  in  the  Timber F.  E.  Kellogg,  54 

Rogue  Elephants.     Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston Dr.  J.  H.  Porter,  157 

Wild-goat  Hunting  in  Santa  Catalina De  Witt  C.  Lockwood,  187 

A  Morning  with  the  Woodcock Wm.  Howell,  338 

Illustrated  by  the  late  Hermann  Simon. 

Petticoats  on  the  Deer-traii Mrs.  S.  W.  Belcher,  368 

Shore-bird  Shooting.     Illustrated  by  Jas.  L.  Weston Fisher  Ames,  Jr.,  445 

Elk-hunting  in  the  Rockies.     Illustrated  by  C.  Rungius J.  B.  Doe,  585 

The  Mongolian  Pheasant.     Illustrated  by  G.  W.  Bonte T.  G   Farrell,  596 

A  Morning  with  the  Squirrels.     Illustrated  by  J.  L.  Weston.     .    .    .   B.W.Mitchell,  606 

One  Day's  Ducking.     Illustrated  by  the  late  Hermann  Simon.    .    .    .   Ed.  W.  Sandys,  619 

KENNEL,  THE. 

The  Borzoi  or  Russian  Wolfhound H.  W.  Huntington,  490 

Sportsmen's  Dogs — The  Spaniel.     Illustrated "Nomad,"  553 

LAWN-TENNIS. 

The  Building  of  Lawn-tennis  Courts.     With  Diagrams 50 

A  Summer  with  the  Tennis  Experts.     Illustrated .J.  Parmly  Paret,  483 


4  CONTENTS. 

MISCELLANEOUS.  page. 

How  THE  MooR-HEN  BECAME  HuMP-BACKED     ..,.,,.....    »  W.  B.  Cameron,  31 

The  Sporting  Clubs  of  the  Adirondacks.     Illustrated  ........  S.  A.  Miller,  475 

NATURAL  HISTORY. 

A  Springtime  Ramble.     Illustrated o  .......    .   Lyn  T.  Prague,  69 

A  June  Day  on  Egg  Island  off  Alaska    .......    ......  G.  C.  Cantwell,  241 

POETRY. 

Nature's  Easter-tide Charles  Turner,  3 

The  Secret .........  Pauline  Frances  Camp,  53 

The  Trail , Marca  E.  Lillie,  148 

A  Presence Ingram  Crockett,  154 

June Anna  M.  Williams,  251 

The  Gold  Palace  Out-of-Doors J.  H.  La  Roche,  259 

The  Orchid ............  Mary  A.  Mason,  2S4 

Katydid .....    Minna  Irving,  504 

A  Kentucky  Summer .  T.  P.  Terry,  514 

Our  Camping-out .......  George  Hartley,  560 

Cupid's  Tandem ...„.....,.,,.,.....    .M.  G.  Ormond,  620 

My  Lady ..,..,    o    ..    .   Mildred  McNeal,  624 

TAXIDERMY. 

Taxidermy  for  Sportsmen Ed.  W.  Sandys,  33 

Illustrated  by  Edgar  M.  Ward  and  by  Photos  of  the  Author's  Collection. 

TRAVEL. 

The  Gota  Canal.     Illustrated E.  W.  Foster,  329 

Summering  in  an  Old  Italian  Castle ,  Jean  Porter  Rudd,  63 

Illustrated  by  the  late  A.  W.  Van  Deusen. 

With  the  Canadian  N.  W.  Mounted  Police .  H.  C.  Thomson,  75 

Buckboarding  in  Switzerland.     Illustrated  by  G.  W.  Bonte.    .    .    .   Edith  A.  Logan,  149 

With  a  Pack  Team  in  the  Sierra  Madre.     Illustrated O.  C.  Farrington,  141 

A  June  Day  on  Egg  Island  off  Alaska.     Illustrated. G.  C.  Cantwell,  241 

A  People's  Playground.     (Muskoka.)     Illustrated Ed.  W.  Sandys,  267 

Older  Cambridge Charles  Turner,  349 

Illustrated  by  G.  W.  Bonte  and  from  Photos. 

One  Day  on  Georgian  Bay.     Illustrated Ed.  W.  Sandys,  394 

Among  the  English  CoTswoLDS.     Illustrated,    .........  Gertrude  F.  Smith,  582 

YACHTING. 

A  Dash  for  New  York.     (An  Ocean  Yacht-race.) E.C.Jewell,  57 

Yachting  in  Southern  Waters C.  H.  Glidden,  136 

The  Yale-Corinthian  Yacht  Club.     Illustrated F.  Coonley,  245 

The  Atlantic  Yacht  Club  and  its  New  Home  at    Seagate    ....  A.  J.  Kenealy,  285 

Illustrated. 

Yacht-racing  Wrinkles A   J.  Kenealy,  388 

The  New  One-design  Schooners.      Illustrated  by  a  Series  of  Photos 407 

The  Yarn  of  the  Yampa.     Part  I.— A  Transatlantic  Cruise.   .    .   E.  L.  H.  McGinnis,  449 

Part  11. — From  Southampton  to  Kiel 561 

The  First  Cruise  of  the  Seavvanhaka  Knockabouts 547 

Illustrated  from  Photographs  by  T.  C.  Turner. 

Racing  in  a  Down-to-Date  si-Footer  , A.  J.  Kenealy,  613 

OUTING'S   MONTHLY   REVIEW   OF   AMATEUR   SPORTS   AND   PASTIMES. 
Athletics,  Baseball,  Cricket,  Cycling,  Canoeing,  Equestrianism,  Kennel,  Rod  and 
Gun,  Lawn-tennis,   Lacrosse,  Skating,  Rowing,   Swimming,  Yachting,  Ice- yachting, 

81-108,  189-216,  297-325,  411-434,  515-545.  625-653 


Painted  by,  and  Published  by  the  courtesy  of, 
Edgar  M.  Ward. 


See  "  Taxidermy  for  Sportsmen."    (//.  33-4''-') 
"A  LABOR  OF  LOVE." 


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No. 


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BY  A  CAVALRY  OFFICER. 


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HE  exact  position  of 
the  country  which 
was  the  scene  of  our 
"shoot  "  is  of  no  im- 
portance. Suffice  it 
to  say  that  it  is  some- 
where about  the 
middle  of  the  Indian 
Peninsula,  and  that 
my  companion,  who 
was  fortunate  enough  to  obtain  more 
leave  than  myself,  got  there  some 
days  before  me.  When  I  found  him, 
he  was  comfortably  encamped  under 
the  shade  of  mango  trees,  with  two  tiger- 
skins  pegged  out  to  dry,  and  according 
to  his  own  account  live  tigers  tumbling 
over  one  another  all  around  him. 

Before  going  any  further,  it  might 
be  as  well  to  describe  the  means  by 
which  tigers  are  shot  in  the  particular 
part  of  India  to  which  I  allude,  at  any 
rate  by  persons  of  limited  means  like 
myself. 

The  time-honored  method  of  shooting 
"  stripes  "  from  the  backs  of  elephants 
is,  of  course,  well  known  by  everybody, 
for  most  of  the  sporting  literature  on 
the   subject  deals  with  this  somewhat 


expensive  way  of  killing  him.  Some 
people  prefer  to  walk  up  their  tigers 
on  foot,  a  method  which  is  not  only 
dangerous  to  the  sportsman,  but  to  his 
"shikaris"  (native  trackers,  etc.),  on 
whom  it  is  hardly  fair.  There  is,  how- 
ever, a  third  way,  perhaps  more  com- 
plicated, but  certainly  safer  than  the 
second  and  less  expensive  than  the  first. 

The  jungle  where  a  tiger  is  said  to 
be  is  first  searched  for  tracks,  which 
are  usually  to  be  found  in  the  sandy 
beds  of  "  nullahs  "  (dried  watercourses) 
near  such  pools  as  the  hot  weather  may 
have  left.  It  follows  then  that  the  hotter 
the  season,  the  fewer  pools  of  water 
there  are,  and  the  easier  it  is  to  locate 
one's  tiger. 

The  first  step  is  to  "tie  up." 

A  buffalo  calf,  or  "hela,"  as  the  in- 
habitants call  it,  is  fastened  by  the  leg- 
in  the  usual  path  of  the  tiger,  so  that  the 
next  time  he  passes  that  way  he  may 
find  a  m-cal  ready  to  his  mouth. 

Early  next  morning  the  place  is  vis- 
ited and,  if  "  stripes  "  has  risen  to  the  oc- 
casion, it  sometimes  happens  that  he  is 
found  finishing  his  breakfast,  when  mat- 
ters  are   greatly   simplified  by  potting 


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"SUDDENLY  THE   TIGRESS   BROKE."     ip.  S.) 


A    TIGER-SHOOT  IN  INDIA, 


him.  Usually,  however,  he  is  found  to 
have  eaten  what  he  wanted,  washed  it 
down  with  a  long  drink  from  some  neigh- 
boring pool,  and  gone  to  sleep  off  the 
effects  of  his  heavy  meal  in  some  cool 
and  shady  spot. 

Next,  the  exact  whereabouts  of  this 
spot  is  "ringed;"  that  is  to  say,  his 
"  pugs  "  or  footprints  are  followed,  fre- 
quent casts  being  made  round  what  ap- 
pear to  be  likely  places. 

In  this  way, given  a  reasonable  amount 
of  luck, and  fairly  impressionable  ground, 
the  tiger  can  be  located  to  within  a  small 
area ;  for  if  pugs  are  seen  to  enter 
any  particular  piece  of  jungle,  and  no 
tracks  can  be  found  leaving  it,  it  follows 
that  *'  stripes  "  is  probably  inside. 

A  number  of  men,  varying  in  accord- 
ance to  the  size  of  the  jungle  to  be  beat- 
en, are  next  collected  from  the  various 
villages  in  the  neighborhood,  and  ar- 
ranged round  what  is  considered  a  tri- 
angle, the  sides  of  which  are  represented 
by  lines  of  men  in  trees,  to  act  as  "  stops," 
and  the  base,  by  the  beaters  proper, 
armed  with  axes,  sticks,  tomtoms  (native 
drums),  or  anything  else  they  can  get 
hold  of  calculated  to  make  a  noise. 

Through  the  apex  of  the  triangle  the 
path  passes,  which,  it  is  considered,  the 
tiger  will  probably  take  on  being  dis- 
turbed, and  it  is  here  that  the  gun,  or 
gims,  station  themselves.  Should  the 
tiger  take  a  path  different  from  the  one 
he  is  expected  by,  it  is  so  arranged  that 
he  must  come  in  contact  with  the 
stops,  whose  duty  it  is,  by  breaking 
a  twig,  gently  clapping  the  hands,  or 
coughing,  to  prevent  the  tiger  from 
breaking  out  of  the  sides  of  the  triangle. 

The  beaters  proper  simply  walk 
through  the  jungle,  either  shouting  and 
making  a  noise,  or  merely  tapping  sticks 
together,  according  to  the  tiger  one  has 
to  deal  with. 

A  savage  old  tiger,-  one  which  has 
been  already  beaten  over,  will,  on  hear- 
ing a  great  noise,  almost  invariably 
break  back  and  charge  through  the 
line,  whereas,  if  the  disturbance  appears 
to  be  caused  merely  by  people  cutting 
wood,  or  gathering  sticks,  he  will  in  all 
probability  move  on  very  quietly. 

When  the  tiger  has  been  brought  up 
to  the  guns,  the  man  whose  luck  it  is  to 
be  nearest  him  fires,  and,  by  means  of  a 
whistle,  informs  the  beaters,  by  precon- 
certed signal,  whether  the  beast  is  dead 
or  wounded  ;  and  in  the  latter  case,  in 


which  direction  he  has  gone.  If  the 
signal  for  a  wounded  tiger  is  heard,  the 
beaters  climb  trees  and  otherwise  make 
themselves  as  scarce  as  possible,  while 
the  sportsman  proceeds,  if  he  is  wise, 
with  the  utmost  caution  to  make  the  best 
of  a  bad  job. 

On  commencing  the  last  stage  of  my 

journey  I  had  got  a  letter  from  B , 

in  which  he  told  me  of  one  tiger  in  the 
neighborhood  of  his  camp  which  had, 
up  to  the  time  of  writing,  never  failed 
to  make  the  most  of  any  meal  provided 
for  him.  B had  beaten  for  him  sev- 
eral times,  but  without  success,  not  hav- 
ing been  able  to  cover  a  sufficient  space 
by  himself  to  make  sure  of  getting  a  shot 
on  the  tiger's  breaking.  The  letter  im- 
plored me  to  make  what  haste  I  could. 

On  arrival,  therefore,  I  was  disap- 
pointed to  learn  that  "  stripes  "  had  not 
kept  up  his  reputation  in  the  killing 
line,  and  was  still  more  disappointed 
when  two  more  days  of  my  leave  went 
without  a  kill  of  any  kind. 

The  weather,  too,  which  always  does 
the  wrong  thing  at  the  wrong  time,  be- 
came distinctly  unfavorable,  the  sky 
clouding  over,  and  the  temperature  drop- 
ping to  not  more  than  one  hundred  de- 
grees at  the  hottest  part  of  the  day. 
Now,  when  it  is  really  hot,  a  tiger  sticks 
to  the  nullahs,  where  he  can  get  shade 
and  water,  and  one  knows  where  to  find 
him;  but  when  it  is  cool,  he  wanders 
about,  and  as  he  is  a  great  traveler  there 
is  no  certainty  of  finding  him. 

The  country  round  our  camp  was  full 
of  game,  but  when  there  is  a  tiger  about 
it  is  unadvisable  to  shoot  anything  else 
for  fear  of  disturbing  him.  It  is  in  this 
that  to  my  mind  the  chief  disadvantage 
of  tiger-shooting  lies,  as  not  only  is  it 
annoying  from  a  sporting  point  of  view 
to  sit  still  doing  nothing  when  there  is 
sport  in  plenty  to  be  had  for  the  taking, 
but  one  has  to  subsist  entirely  on  tough 
village  fowls,  a  form  of  diet  which  soon 
becomes  distinctly  monotonous. 

On  the  morning  of  the  eighth  day 
after  my  arrival,  however,  luck  turned, 
and  the  prospect  of  a  hotter  day  was 
rendered  pleasant  by  the  discovery  of  a 
kill  in  a  nullah  about  half  a  mile 
from  camp.  We  ringed  the  place  care- 
fully, took  all  the  usual  precautions, 
beat  and  drew  a  blank. 

The  tigress  (we  knew  she  was  a 
tigress  from  the  pugs,  which  are  longer 
and  narrower  in  the  case  of  a  female) 


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was  not  at  home,  and  we  were  com- 
pletely sold.  Very  disgustedly  we  went 
over  the  ground  where  "stripes"  had 
been,  but  search  as  we  would,  we  could 
find  no  tracks  leaving  the  jungle,  until 
one  particularly  sharp-eyed  shikari  dis- 
covered what  he  took  to  be  faint  pugs 
leading  through  some  dead  leaves  in 
the  direction  of  a  "  cora,"  or  gully,  in 
some  high  hills  in  the  neighborhood. 

This  cora  was  full  of  rocks,  and 
had  no  water  within  a  mile  of  it,  mak- 
ing it  most  improbable  that  any  tiger, 
after  a  heavy  breakfast,  would  find  his 
way  there  ;  it  looked,  however,  an  ex- 
cellent place  for  bears,  and  we  settled 
to  try  a  beat,  having  first  agreed  to 
shoot  any  game  which  might  happen  to 
break. 

The  beat  came  on,  and  on,  and  up  to 
our  posts,  without  our  seeing  so  much  as  a 
peafowl.  B had  put  his  rifle  at  half- 
cock,  preparatory  to  unloading,  when 
suddenly  the  tigress  broke  and  made 
straight  across.  Taken  completely  by 
surprise,  he  missed  her  altogether  with 
his  right  barrel,  but  managed  to  get  her 
in  the  forearm  with  his  left  as  she 
passed. 

The  wound,  though  a  fairly  severe 
one,  did  not  stop  her,  but  seemed  rather 
to  accelerate  her  movements,  and  as  the 
country  round  was  seamed  with  gullies 
like  the  one  we  had  just  beaten,  I  an- 
ticipated some  trouble  in  bringing  her 
to  bay.  More  by  good  luck  than  good 
guidance,  however,  as  she  passed  an 
opening  in  the  jungle  about  one  hun- 
dred and  fifty  yards  from  my  tree,  mak- 
ing the  best  possible  use  of  her  three 
sound  legs,  I  succeeded  in  knocking  her 
over  with  my  left  barrel. 

From  where  I  was  I  could  just  see  her 
yellow  and  black  body  as  she  lay  half 
hidden  in  the  long  grass,  and  wishing 
to  make  assurance  doubly  sure  before 
we  walked  up  to  her,  I  fired  again.  That 
the  precaution  was  a  wise  one  the  se- 
quel proved,  as,  rousing  herself  at  the 
shot,  she  charged  down  on  my  post, 
getting  the  contents  of  my  left  barrel 
in  her  neck  at  about  fifty  yards.  Even 
after  this  shot  she  lived  for  close  upon 
an  hour,  and  was  the  best  example  I 
have  ever  seen  of  the  wonderful  vitality 
of  her  species. 

The  tigress  proved  to  be  an  old  lady, 
measuring  only  eight  feet  one  inch,  but 
her  cunning  seems  to  have  been  in  in- 
verse ratio    to   her   size,   for   the   local 


shikaris  assured  us  that  her  habit  of 
taking  a  long  walk  after  breakfast  over 
the  most  unimpressionable  ground  she 
could  find  had  often  previously  saved 
her  skin. 

For  the  next  few  days  our  enemy  the 
weather  was  again  a  nuisance,  there  be- 
ing many  clouds,  cool  temperature,  and 
even  some  rain.  We  were  tempted  into 
trying  to  get  something  for  the  pot,  but 
though  we  saw  numbers  of  nylghaie, 
sambur,  and  chital,  they  generally 
managed  to  avoid  the  ground  we  had 
already  disturbed,  and  to  keep  as  close 
to  the  jungles  where  we  knew  tigers 
were,  as  they  possibly  could. 

One  night  I  sat  up  for  a  panther  which 
had  taken  one  of  our  kills,  and  which  I 
thought  might  fancy  some  supper  and 
return;  but  the  jungle  around  me  caught 
fire,  and  the  night,  although  a  most  in- 
teresting one,  was  no  use  for  panthers. 

This  jungle  fire  not  being  conducive 
to  further  sport  in  this  particular  neigh- 
borhood, we  determined  to  move  our 
camp,  and  accordingly  packed  up  our 
traps  next  day  and  moved  about  four- 
teen miles  further  south. 

By  great  good  luck,  on  the  road  to  our 
next  camping-ground,  we  came  upon 
the  pugs  of  two  tigers,  and  following 
them  up  found  that  they  led  to  a 
"tanda,"  or  cattle  encampment,  the 
owner  of  which,  a  Brinjara,  was  re- 
duced to  despair,  having  lost  two  cows 
on  two  successive  nights. 

Brinjaras,  for  the  benefit  of  the  unin- 
itiated, are  a  tribe  of  gypsy  extraction; 
they  own  large  herds  of  cattle,  and  have 
no  fixed  place  of  residence,  but  wander 
about  from  place  to  place,  acting  as 
carriers  for  the  surrounding  country. 
Every  animal  in  the  herd,  even  includ- 
ing the  larger  calves,  carries  a  pack  of 
some  kind,  and  the  transport,  as  it  is 
quite  independent  of  roads,  is  about  as 
well  suited  to  the  jungle  as  anything 
could  be.  The  Duke  of  Wellington  is 
said  to  have  made  use  of  Brinjara  trans- 
port almost  exclusively  in  his  campaigns 
against  the  Mahrattas,  and  attributed 
his  success  in  no  small  measure  to  the 
assistance  it  rendered  him. 

The  men  and  children  dress  much  the 
same  as  the  other  inhabitants  of  the 
jungle,  that  is  to  say  the  men  wear  next 
to  nothing,  and  the  children  absolutely 
nothing;  the  women,  however,  have  a 
distinct  dress  of  their  own,  which  is 
much   embroidered    and  covered    with 


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fragments  of  looking-glass.  Report  says 
that  they  first  put  this  dress  on  as 
brides,  and  do  not  remove  it  for  any 
purpose  whatever  until  it  drops  off  from 
natural  causes.  I  am  bound  to  say  that 
the  appearance  of  the  dress  of  an  elderly 
woman  testifies  to  the  truth  of  this 
statement. 

We  left  two  men  with  our  friend,  the 
Brinjara,  bribed  him  to  give  the  tiger  a 
■further  chance  by  delaying  his  move- 
ments another  day,  and  moved  on  to  our 
camp,  which  was  some  little  way  off. 

Going  round  the  kills  the  following 
morning,  we  witnessed  such  a  strange 
occurrence  that  I  cannot  pass  it  by  with- 
out mention.  A  peacock  rose  in  front 
of  us,  and  started  flying  in  our  direction, 
pursued  by  two  hawks.  Alarmed  by  our 
unexpected  appearance  it  seemed  en- 
tirely to  lose  its  head,  and  dashed  itself 
with  such  violence  against  an  over- 
hanging bamboo  that  it  broke  its  wing, 
and  was  picked  up  by  one  of  the  men, 
who  promptly  converted  it  into  food. 

On  our  return  to  camp  we  found  that 
our  Brinjara  tiger  had  come  well  up  to 
our  expectations,  and  again  visited  the 
tanda,  reducing  the  Brinjara's  worldly 
possessions  by  yet  another  cow  ;  the 
man  whom  we  had  left  behind  had  a 
busy  night,  so  they  said,  in  preventing 
the  entire  herd  from  stampeding,  and 
gave  us  every  hope  of  a  successful  beat. 

I  had  the  choice  of  places,  the  last 

tiger  having  fallen  to  B ,  and  posted 

myself  accordingly.  As  usual,  the  tigress, 
a  very    large    one,    came    where    least 

expected  and   went  straight   to  B , 

who  fired  two  shots  at  her  without  any 
visible  result. 

Fortunately,  however,  we  had  posted 
lookout  men  in  our  rear,  and  one  of 
them  informed  us,  much  to  our  relief, 
that  the  tigress  had  stopped  about  a 
hundred  yards  further  on,  and  was  lying 
under  a  tree  near  him. 

A  somewhat  noisy  consultation,  car- 
ried on  between  B and  myself  at  a 

distance  of  about  a  hundred  and  fifty 
yards,  was  interrupted  by  the  appear- 
ance of  ■  another  tigress,  which  quietly 
walked  up  to  me  to  investigate  matters. 

However  eager  "stripes  "  was  to  join 
in  the  discussion,  being  shot  was  evi- 
dently not  to  her  taste,  for,  turning  round, 
she  did  such  good  time  back  to  the  jun- 
gle that  I  had  barely  time  to  be  surprised 
at  her  appearance.  Once  under  cover, 
however,  her  curiosity  got  the  better  of 


her,  and,  like  Lot's  wife,  she  stopped  to 
look  behind,  just  showing  her  head  and 
neck  between  two  bushes. 

My  shot  was  followed  by  a  roar,  which 
generally  means  that  the  bullet  has 
taken  effect,  but  the  beast  galloped  off, 
apparently  none  the  worse,  and  disap- 
peared into  the  jungle. 

Between  the  devil  and  the  deep  sea  is 
proverbially  a  bad  place,  but  I  doubt  if 
the  place  between  two  wounded  tigers 
is  much  better.  We  looked  as  brave  as 
we  could,  however,  and  first  turned  our 
attention  to  our  friend  under  the  bushes, 
which  we  bagged  with  very  little  trouble, 
and  the  expenditure  of  a  good  deal  of 
ammunition.  She  measured  eight  feet 
seven  inches,  was  very  heavy  and  in 
excellent  condition. 

My  tigress  was  still  to  be  accounted 
for,  and  the  lookout  men  having  told  us 
of  roars  which  they  had  heard  coming 
from  the  direction  in  which  she  had 
gone,  we  followed  cautiously  and  saw  a 
tiger  lying  on  the  side  of  a  nullah,  in 
what  we  considered  to  be  a  dying  con- 
dition. We  decided,  however,  that  an- 
other bullet  was  necessary. 

I  believe  that  it  is  a  rule  that  a 
wounded  tiger  should  be  shot,  if  possi- 
ble, in  the  head,  but  knowing  from  ex- 
perience that  this  is  apt  to  spoil  the  skin, 
and  thinking  that  our  friend  was  too 
sick  to  move,  I  aimed  at  the  shoulder, 
about  four  inches  of  which  I  could  see 
between  the  trunks  of  two  trees. 

When  the  smoke  cleared  away  there 
was  no  tiger  to  be  seen,  nor  could  we 
find  any  trace  of  one  until  we  unex- 
pectedly tumbled  over  a  striped  corpse 
lying  on  the  bed  of  the  nullah.  She 
was  a  small  tigress,  measuring  only 
eight  feet  two  inches,  and  evidently  a 
cuId  of  the  first  we  had  shot.  We  were, 
however,  astonished  to  find  only  one 
bullet-hole,  through  the  base  of  the 
neck  ;  and  moreover  that  the  beast  was 
quite  stiff,  and  had  been  dead  for  some 
considerable  time. 

Here  was  a  mystery  out  of  which 
there  was  only  one  way,  namely,  that 
there  had  been  three  tigers,  and  not  two, 
in  the  beat ;  that  the  one  whose  skin  I 
had  tried  to  save  was  evidently  a  sec- 
ond and  quite  unwounded  cub  of  the 
large  tigress  we  had  first  shot,  and  that 
I  was  more  kinds  of  a  fool  than  it  was 

safe  to  have  about.     This  last  fact  B 

took  special  care  to  impress  on  me, 
when  an  inspection  of  the  trees,  through 


OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


which  I  had  tried  to  shoot,  showed  my 
biillet  safely  imbedded  in  one  of  them, 
and  conclusively  proved  that  tiger  num- 
ber three  had  gone  away  with  his  skin 
absolutely  sound.  It  was,  to  say  the 
least,  a  matter  for  congratulation  that 
our  skins  were  in  the  same  condition. 

For  the  next  several  days  there  were 
no  kills,  and  nothing  to  do.  There  had 
been  a  herd  of  bison  in  the  vicinity  of 
our  camp,  but  they  had  all  died  early  in 
the  year  of  what  the  natives  called  fever, 
probably  foot  and  mouth  disease,  and 
we  found  their  bones  lying  about  the 
jungle  when  we  went  out  looking  for 
tracks.  During  our  stay  at  this  camp 
we  also  came  upon  a  panther  which 
bore  marks  of  having  been  killed  by  a 
tiger  about  fifteen  days  previously  ;  its 
skin  was  in  a  mummified  condition,  and 
the  holes  made  by  the  tiger  in  its  throat 
were  quite  visible  ;  the  men  looked  upon 
this  as  a  great  windfall,  and  appro- 
priated the  teeth  and  claws,  which  are 
much  valued  as  charms  among  the  na- 
tives of  India. 

Several  days  having  passed  without 
further  indications  of  the  presence  of  a 
tiger,  we  packed  up  our  heavy  baggage, 
tents,  etc.,  one  evening  and  sent  them 
on  to  a  village  about  sixteen  miles  dis- 
tant, intending,  if  there  were  no  kills, 
to  follow  ourselves  at  daybreak.  As 
a  natural  consequence  of  this  arrange- 


ment a  tigress  was  killed  that  night  in  a 
nullah  quite  close  to  the  camp. 

We   had  a  beat,  and  about  half-way 

through  I  heard  two  shots  from  B , 

whom  I  could  not  see,  then  four  whistles, 
the  signal  that  the  tiger  had  been  shot 
dead,  and  that  the  beat  should  continue 
for  anything  else  which  might  come  out. 

I  took  up  the  signal,  and  was  still 
whistling  to  the  beaters  when  I  was  as- 
tonished to  hear  two  more  shots  on  my 
right,  followed  by  a  flash  of  yellow  and 
black  among  the  bushes  behind  my  post. 
The  signal  w^as  not  so  satisfactory  this 
time,  and  told  that  the  tiger  was  wounded 
and  had  gone  on.  We  took  up  the 
tracks,  found  blood,  and  followed  it  up 
for  quite  a  considerable  distance,  losing 
it  eventually  among  some  rocks. 

All  the  remainder  of  the  day  we 
searched  diligently  in  the  hot  sun  among 
the  burning  rocks,  without  food,  or  the 
prospects  of  getting  any  inside  of  a  six- 
teen-mile ride,  but  nowhere  could  we 
find  that  tiger  ;  worse   than  this,  when 

we  got  to  camp,  B complained  of  a 

headache  and  succumbed  to  a  fever. 

A  few  days  after  the  beat  I  have  just 

described,  B 's  condition  became  so 

bad  that  it  was  necessary  to  send  him 
back  to  civilization,  and  finding  that  with 
one  gun  I  could  not  cover  enough  jungle 
to  do  much,  I  shortly  followed  him,  hav- 
ing had  very  little  further  sport. 


fSATURt 


^ASTeRTiOI 


HE  Easter  sun,  with  each  recurring  year, 
Dispels  the  shades  of  death,  the  chill  of  fear. 
Gilds  with  its  rays  the  budding  Christian  hope. 

And  breaks  the  gates  which  bound  his  earthly  scope. 
***** 

So  Nature,  too,  cries,  "  Glory  be  to  God," 
As  thrills  of  Spring  re-animate  the  sod  ; 
"  Glory  to  God"  is  Nature's  Easter  cry, 
"  Thanks  be  to  God  "  is  Nature's  Easter  sigh. 
For  once  again  the  glow  of  life  is  given, 
Once  more  the  fiat  has  gone  forth  from  Heaven, 
"  Let  there  be  light,"  and  light  and  warmth  appear, 
At  His  command  who  wields  the  cycling  year  ; 
Once  more,  in  order,  come  from  out  their  tomb 
The  lowly  violet  and  the  apple  bloom  ; 
With  genial  rays  now  breaks  the  wintry  clod. 
And,  decked  in  greens,  earth  glorifies  her  God. 
Charles  Turner. 


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COLUAl^B^'^  ATHLeTlC 


BY  J.  PARMLY  PARET. 


THE  dawn  of  a  new  era  in  the  life 
of  Columbia  has  stirred  up  a' 
wonderful  amount  of  enthusiasm 
among  the  students,  and  a  sys- 
tematic effort  is  on  foot  to  revive 
the  days  of  its  greatest  athletic  triumphs. 
In  the  '"seventies"  Columbia's  crew 
was  always  a  factor  in  the  big-  races  for 
intercollegiate  championship  honors. 
In  1874  it  led  the  whole  fleet  over  the 
finish  line  at  Saratoga.  Only  a  few 
years  later  Columbia  turned  out  a  foot- 
ball team  that  actually  beat  the  ever- 
victorious  Yale  eleven — or  thirteen,  as 
it  was  in  those  days.  Then  came  many 
other  successes  in  sports.  One  year's 
baseball  team  was  recognized  by  all 
as  the  collegiate  champions,  and'  the 
"  Mott  Haven "  runners  carried  the 
blue-and-white  stripes  to  the  front  again 
and  again.  There  is  a  long  list  of 
heroes   writ   down    in    the    tablets    of 


memory  at  old  Kings  College,  and  the 
trophies  they  won,  as  well  as  their  rec- 
ords, are  still  dear  to  the  hearts  of  the 
older  generation  of  Columbia's  sons. 

Gradually  the  college  outgrew  its 
quarters  in  the  big  metropolis,  and  one 
building  after  another  curtailed  the 
open  grounds  of  the  institution  until 
there  was  practically  no  campus  at  all. 
There  was  little  or  no  dormitory  life, 
and  the  students'  home  interests  over- 
shadowed those  of  the  college.  They 
were  not  thrown  together  enough  dur- 
ing their  hours  of  recreation,  which 
were  spent  away  from  the  college, 
rather  than  in  the  gymnasium,  around 
the  boathouse,  or  on  the  "bleachers." 
Under  these  conditions,  undergraduate 
enthusiasm  waned  rapidly,  the  alumni 
became  apathetic,  and  the  flame  of  ath- 
leticism flickered  and  flickered — indeed, 
at  one  time  all  but  went  out. 


THE   TEMPORARY    GYMNASIUM. 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


All  this  is  changed  now.  Columbia 
has  moved  into  her  new  home  on  the 
Morningside,  where  the  very  air  is  an  in- 
spiration, and  once  more  all  is  life  about 
the  college  ;  a  new  spirit  of  enthusiasm 
has  sprung  up.  Great  things  are  boom- 
ing for  the  blue-and-white.  An  excel- 
lent athletic  field  has  been  acquired  in 
Columbia  Oval,  although  it  is  some  dis- 
tance from  the  University.  A  fine 
boathouse  on  the  Hudson  River,  barely 
over  a  stone's  throw  from  the  campus, 
has  been  built  at  the  expense  of  one  of 
its  loyal  alumni,  and  a  gymnasium 
which,  when  complete,  promises  to  be 
the  finest  of  its  kind  in  the  world  is  in 
course  of  erection. 

New  conditions  have  offered  new 
possibilities.  The  alumni  have  taken 
hold  of  matters  with  a  willing  hand, 
and  the  undergraduates  have  kindled 
the  smoldering  embers  of  their  enthu- 
siasm into  the  bright  flame  of  hope. 
Last  winter  some  of  the  most  influen- 
tial of  the  older  alumni  and  a  number 
of  recent  graduates  of  athletic  promi- 
nence got  together  and  planned  reforms 
to  meet  the  new  conditions  of  the  col- 
lege. The  Columbia  University  Union 
was  formed,  and  in  its  hands  has  been 
placed  the  supervision  of  all  sports 
at  the  college.  The  only  restrictions 
placed  on  them  are  a  brief  series  of 
rules  laid  down  by  the  faculty,  as  fol- 
lows : 

Any  student  who  has  not  been  permitted  to 
continue  in  the  class  in  which  he  entered  the 
University  will  not  be  allowed  to  become  a 
member  of  any  athletic  team. 

A  student  coming  from  another  institution 
must  be  in  the  University  a  full  year  before  he 
will  be  permitted  to  participate  in  athletics. 

No  student  will  be  allowed  to  belong  to  any 
athletic  team  representing  Columbia  unless  he 
has  been  thoroughly  examined  by  the  physical 
director. 

The  schedule  of  the  various  teams  must  be 
approved  by  the  Athletic  Committee. 

No  athletic  association  or  club  shall  be  al- 
lowed to  enter  any  team  in  any  contest  if  it 
has  an  outstanding  indebtedness. 

This  Union  is  composed  of  the  Row- 
ing Club,  the  Track  Athletic  Association, 
the  Baseball  Association,  the  Wheeling 
Association,  the  Gun  Club,  the  Hockey 
Club,  the  Lacrosse  Association,  the  Golf 
Ckib  and.  the  Fencing  Club,  and  each  of 
these  organizations  elects  to  the  Execu- 
tive Committee  of  the  Union  one  dele- 
gate for  every  fifteen  members  on  its 
roll.  To  this  committee  each  section 
must  apply  for  sanction  for  its  schedules 


and  other  plans  that  involve  the  com- 
mon interest  of  the  University,  for  no 
student  is  allowed  to  represent  Colum- 
bia in  any  sport  at  all  without  first  re- 
ceiving the  sanction  of  the  Union.  Nor 
can  any  student  wear  his  class  numerals 
or  college  letters  without  permission. 

When  the  hockey  team  was  organ- 
ized, early  in  the  winter,  the  Union  in- 
sisted that  the  players  should  perfect 
their  organization  and  make  every  pos- 
sible effort  to  make  their  team  a  credit 
to  the  college  before  it  was  allowed  to 
use  the  University  name  or  its  schedule 
of  games  was  sanctioned.  They  were 
even  stricter  with  the  baseball  nine,  and 
withheld  the  necessary  sanction  until 
the  Baseball  Association  could  satisfy 
them  that  its  tearn  could  not  only  play 
good  ball,  but  that  its  members  were 
bona  fide  amateurs  and  not  "summer 
nine  "  players. 

Of  the  nine  divisions  in  the  Union, 
the  Rowing  Club  is  undoubtedly  the 
most  influential.  Soon  after  Edwin 
Gould,  '88,  gave  the  new  boathouse  to 
the  college,  an  organization  was  formed 
to  govern  all  rowing  matters  at  Colum- 
bia, with  Francis  S.  Bangs,  '78,  at  its 
head.  The  rowing  element  in  the  col- 
lege stood  solidly  back  of  their  new 
leader,  and  the  Columbia  University 
Rowing  Club  was  on  a  sound  basis  at 
the  opening  of  the  collegiate  year. 

The  crew  this  year  has  been  placed 
under  the  tutelage  of  Justus  A.  B. 
Cowles,  '81,  as  head  coach,  and  George 
E.  Webb,  a  well-known  professional  boat 
builder,  of  Worcester,  Mass.,  has  been 
employed  by  the  club  to  carry  out  Mr. 
Cowles's  ideas.  Webb's  own  experience 
and  knowledge  of  rowing  will  also  be  of 
great  value  to  the  Columbia  oarsmen. 

Webb  has  built  a  number  of  new  cedar 
shells  for  the  Columbia  crews  in  a  barn 
close  to  the  college  grounds,  which  he 
rigged  up  as  a  workshop.  Here  the 
three  eight-oared  cedar  boats  have  been 
built  which  will  be  used  in  the  big  races. 

Both  Mr.  Cowles  and  Webb  have  been 
particularly  pleased  with  the  candidates 
for  this  year's  crews,  and  with  the  spirit 
the  men  have  shown  in  their  early  train- 
ing. When  Captain  Longacre  called  for 
candidates,  more  than  enough  for  three 
eights  responded  for  the  University, 
and  almost  twice  as  many  for  the  fresh- 
man squad. 

In  the  original  University  squad  there 
were  seven  men  from  last  year's  crew 


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ir 


and  substitutes,  six  from  last  year's  fresh- 
men's crew  and  a  dozen  new  men.  vSix  of 
these  veterans,  with  three  of  last  year's 
freshmen,  were  put  into  the  first  boat 
and  a  second  crew  was  made  upof  the  best 
of  the  others.  With  very  few  changes, 
they  worked  for  six  or  seven  weeks 
on  the  machines.  With  Captain  Long- 
acre,  Mackay,  Oddie,  Tilt  and  Shattuck, 
of  last  year's  University,  to  form  the 
nucleus,  some  of  the  experienced  sopho- 
mores were  put  into  the  first  boat  to  fill 
the  seats.  The  candidates  were  soon 
reduced  until  these  two  crews  and  a 
few  substitutes 
were  rowing  to-  r 
gether  on  the  ma- 
chines daily.  Two 
full  crews  will  be 
kept  throughout 
the  season. 

The  early  work 
of  the  crew  candi- 
dates consisted  of 
ordinary  exercises 
o  n  chestweights, 
backlifts  and  mat- 
tresses, crosscoun- 
try running,  and 
daily  practice  on 
the  rowing  ma- 
chines. Two  full 
sets  of  machines  of 
anew  pattern,  with 
a  clever  device  for 
regulating  the 
pressure  on  the  oar 
by  turning  a  small 
thumb-screw  a  t 
the  lock,  were  put 
into  the  temporary 
gymnasium  in  the 
basement  of  the 
college  buildings, 
and  the  freshmen  and  University  squads 
alternated  on  these  daily.  For  weeks 
they,  did  not  use  the  slides  at  all,  and  the 
training  was  all  for  the  back  and  arms. 
Then  they  were  allowed  the  slides,  and 
they  rowed  in  eights. 

As  soon  as  the  water  was  free  from 
ice,  the  machines  were  given  up.  Cross- 
country running  for  endurance  and  daily 
spins  in  the  boats  are  the  regular  rou- 
tine, and  the  strictest  training  is  ob- 
served. Several  Columbia  crews  will 
be  entered  in  the  Harlem  regatta  on 
Decoration  Day,  and  the  freshmen  will 
also  have  their  usual  race  against  the 
Cornell  and  Pennsylvania  freshmen.    It 


IRWIN    A. 
Manager  of  the  i8( 


is  further  expected  that  the  University 
will  row  against  the  Naval  cadets  at  An- 
napolis, May  28,  and  their  season  will 
finish  with  the  race  against  Cornell  and 
Pennsylvania,  about  July  i.* 

There  is  no  reason  why  Columbia 
should  not  have  as  strong  a  team  of  track 
and  field  athletes  as  any  of  the  other 
universities.  She  has  had  in  the  past, 
and  her  students  probably  contain  as 
much  athletic  ability  as  ever  before. 
Over  one  hundred  candidates  answered 
the  call  issued  soon  after  the  Christmas 
holidays  for  men  to  train  for  the  "  Mott 
Haven  "  team,  and 
"1  this  number  does 
not  include  the  bi- 
cycle riders,  who 
are  generally 
counted  in  atother 
colleges.  Bicycling 
is  conducted  by  a 
separate  organiza- 
tion at  Columbia. 
The  athletic 
squad  has  been 
slightly  reduced 
since  they  began 
training,  but  there 
still  remains  a 
large  number,  in- 
cluding many 
promising  ath- 
letes, from  which 
to  select  a  team 
for  the  intercolle- 
giate champion- 
ship and  the  meets 
with  Princeton, 
C  or  n  e  1 1  a  n  d 
I  Brown.  The  men 
'  trained  with  the 
oarsmen  in  t  h  e 
temporary  g  y  m  - 
nasium,  but  their  cross-country  running 
outdoors  was  the  most  important  feat- 
ure of  their  work  up  to  the  time  the 
outdoor  season  opened.  Columbia  Oval, 
at  Williamsbridge,  is  the  real  head- 
quarters of  the  team,  but  some  of  the 
men  have  been  training  at  Manhattan 
Field.  There  are  fine  cinder  tracks  at 
both  fields,  and  under  the  watchful  eye 
of  Trainer  Mack  and  Captain  Hersfield 
much  improvement  has  been  shown 
since  they  began  to  work  against  the 
watch  and  tape. 

*  The  details  of  this  year's  crews  will  be  found  under 
"Rowing"  in  our  monthly  Review,  at  the  (?nd  of  this 
issue. 


POWELL, 

17-98  Bicycle  Team. 


OUTING  FOR   APRIL. 


There  are  quite  a  number  of  athletic 
stars  in  the  college,  and  the  blue-and- 
white  has  excellent  chances  of  finishing 
well  up  among  the  leaders  in  the  inter- 
collegiate games,  as  well  as  of  running 
up  creditable  scores  against  her  oppo- 
nents in  the  dual  contests.  Among  the 
students  this  spring  there  are  also  anum- 
ber  of  the  schoolboys  who  made  excel- 
lent records  last  year  and  the  season 
before  in  the  interscholastic  races,  and 
they  are  still  improving.  Long,  with  a 
record  of  under  49s.  for  the  quarter-mile, 
and  under  22s.  for  the  220-yard  dash,  is 


miler ;  Ehrich,  Karns,  and  Stevens,  fast 
sprinters  ;  Von  Baur  and  Mason,  hur- 
dlers and  broad  jumpers  ;  Wenman  and 
Shearman,  jumpers,  and  Cooper  and  De 
Mille,  long-distance  runners. 

It  must  not  be  overlooked,  too,  that 
there  are  several  point-winners  from 
other  universities  who  are  taking  post- 
graduate courses  at  Columbia,  including 
L.  P.  Sheldon  and  D.  B.  Van  Ingen,  of 
Yale,  and  H.  L.  Patterson,  of  Williams, 
whose  advice  and  encouragement  will 
be  helpful,  although  no  effort  is  made , 
to  get  them  to  run  in  Columbia's  colors. 


THE    NEW    BOATHOUSE    ON     THE   HUDSON. 


the  star  of  the  team.  Then  there  are 
Schaff,  who  has  covered  half  a  mile  in 
1:58^;  Reynolds,  who  is  said  to  be  as 
fast  as  i6|s.  for  the  high  hurdle  race  ; 
Carter,  with  a  record  of  40  feet  in  put- 
ting the  shot  ;  Cowperthwaite,  who  can 
jump  22  feet  8  inches,  and  Staab,  who 
has  walked  a  mile  in  7m.  12s.,  besides  a 
whole  host  of  other  promising  men, 
whose  records  have  not  yet  equaled  the 
figures  quoted.  These  include  Captain 
Hersfield  himself,  a  two-minute  half- 


The  revival  of  the  baseball  team  has 
stirred  up  a  good  deal  of  enthusiasm, 
and  the  arrangement  of  a  schedule  that 
includes  games  with  Princeton,  Yale, 
Harvard,  "and  the  University  of  Penn- 
sylvania, as  well  as  many  of  the  lesser 
teams,  has  added  an  additional  imcentive 
to  hard  work  among  the  candidates  for 
places  on  the  nine.  There  were  forty- 
five  candidates  for  the  University,  and 
twenty-seven  for  the  freshmen,  to  an- 
swer the  call  for  the  baseball  teams  this 


COL  UMBIA  'S  A  THLE  TICS. 


13 


stroke.  Tilt.        7.  Erdal. 


Shattuck. 


5.  Longacre. 

Bow,  Oddie. 

FIRST  CREW. 


4.  Mackay.         3.  McLintock.         2    Jones. 


spring.  A  temporary  "  cage  "  was  ar- 
ranged in  a  building  half  a  mile  from 
the  college  grounds,  in  the  absence  of 
the  regular  gymnasium,  which  after  this 


outdoor  work  in  a  field  just  south  of  the 
college  grounds.  The  hard  work  of 
Coach  Davis  has  been  very  apparent, 
and  the  men  have  shown  great  improve- 


THE  BUILDING  OF  THE  RACING   SHELLS. 


year  will  have  all  the  needed  facilities 
for  training  the  baseball  players.  The 
men  trained  there  faithfully  for  four 
weeks,  and  now  that  the  open  season  is 
practically   under   way,   they  do    their 


ment  in  their  play.  There  will  be  a 
freshman  team,  too,  and  a  schedule  has 
been  arranged  for  them,  which  will  in- 
clude the  freshman  teams  at  several  of 
the  other  universities,  and  some  of  the 


stroke,  Boyesen.        7.  Thomas. 


6.  Betts.        5-  Brown. 
Bow,  Welles. 
SECOND  CREW. 


Bayles.        3.  Gardiner.        2.  Finnegan. 


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strong-  preparatory  school  nines.  The 
freshmen  have  been  in  training  with  the 
University  players,  and  have  also  re- 
ceived the  advantage  of  some  coaching 
from  Davis. 

The  schedule  for  the  'Varsity  team 
opens  April  2d  at  Princeton  with  the 
intercollegiate  champions.  Here  is  the 
list  of  dates  : 

April    2— Princeton,  at  Princeton. 

April    g— Trinity,  at  Hartford. 

April  13— New  York  University,  at  New  York. 

April  22 — Harvard,  at  New  York. 

April  23 — Princeton  at  New  York. 

April  30— Univer.sity  of  Pennsylvania,  at  New  York. 

May     7— Orange  Athletic  Club,  at  Orange. 

May    13 — Trinity,  at  New  York. 

May    18— Yale,  at  New  Haven. 

May    30— Cornell,  at  Ithaca. 

June  II — Oritani  Field  Club,  at  Hackensack. 


work  in  order  to  uphold  the  fine  record 
of  the  university  in  this  sport.  For  sev- 
eral years  the  intercollegiate  bicycle 
meetings  have  been  held  separate  from 
other  track  gaines,  and  the  five  races 
taken  collectively  have  been  counted  as 
one  event  in  the  final  reckoning  for  the 
intercollegiate  athletic  championship. 

Last  season  Columbia  scored  first 
place  in  every  one  of  the  five  events  on 
the  bicycle  programme,  and  the  students 
have  great  hopes  for  a  repetition  this 
year.  The  blue-and-white  loses  only 
two  of  its  crack  racers  of  1897,  W.  H. 
Fearing,  Jr.,  and  W.  H.  Hays,  while  six 
of  the  other  fast  men  of  last  year  are 


Photo  by  Pach,  N.  Y. 

COLUMBIA  COLLEGE   BICYCLE  TEAM,    1 897. 
I.  H.  S.  Waterman.  2.  W.  H.  Hays.  3.  J.  T.  Williams,  Jr.  (Captain). 

5.  P.  L.McGue  (Trainer).  6.  Irwin  A.  Powell.  7.  Ray  Dawson. 

g.  M.  H.  McGuire. 


4.  W.  H.  Fearing,  Jr. 
8.  H.  H.  Hall. 


A  number  of  the  most  important  of 
Columbia's  home  games  will  be  played 
at  the  Polo  Grounds,  the  finest  ball  field 
around  New  York.  The  field  near  the 
college  grounds  is  not  large  enough  for 
a  full-sized  diamond,  and  will  be  used 
only  for  practice. 

Columbia's  previous  successes  in  cycle 
racing  have  stirred  up  the  candidates  for 
the  1898  team  to  the  necessity  for  hard 


still  in  college.  They  are  Irwin  A. 
Powell,manager  of  the  1897-8  teams;  Ray 
Dawson,  H.  K.  Bird,  H.  S.  Waterman,  H. 
H.  Hall,  and  J.  T.  Williams,  Jr.  These 
six  men  will  be  relied  upon  for  the 
greatest  share  of  the  point-winning,  al- 
though there  are  a  number  of  younger 
men  in  training  for  the  team  this  spring. 
The  most  promising  of  the  other  candi- 
dates are  H.  Beadel,  D.  S.  Hudson,  John 


COL  UMBIA  '5  A  THLE  TICS. 


»5 


COLUMBIA    COLLEGE   CREW    AND    COACH,    iSqy. 
E    Pierpont,  '97.  3.  R.  W.  G.  Pressprich,  '97,  Captain. 

^..,._.        6.  C.  H.  Elmer, '(  ^    ^    - -  -    - 

9.  J.  H.  Schiussell,  '98,  Coxswain 


Photo  by  Pach,  N.  Y. 

I.  P.  G.  Carter,  '96- 
5.  J.  W.  Mackay.  1900 


4.  O.  Longacre,  'q 
B.  P.  Shattuck,  '99  Law.         8.  J.  A.  B.  Cowles,  Coach. 
10.  A.  W.  Putnam,  '97.        11.  C.  McK.  Lewis,  'gS. 


S  S.  Mack, 


Photo  by  Pach,  N.Y.  COLUMBIA   COLLEGE  TRACK   TEAM,    1897. 

[.  F  W.  Cowperthwaite,  1900.       2.  Stephen  Higginson,  '98,  Manager.      3.  C.  W.  Burnside.^'oS.        . 
Trainer.        5.  O.  B.  Smith, '97.         6   C   H.  w:  Gregg, '00,  Ass't  Manager.         7.  W.  H- Mills,  Ass  t  iramer. 
8.  H.  M.  Cogan,  '99.  g.  A.  B.  De  Young,  '98-         i°-  'S- 'H.  Bigier,  Captain.  11.  ^S.  b.  Joseptnal,  ^99. 

12.  H.  G.  Hersfield,  '98.      13.   H.  Von  Baur,  'gg.     14.  E.  J.  McCarville,  igoo.       15.  H.  O.  Mosenthal,  99. 
16.  J.  W.  Ehrich,  P.  G.     17.  George  Ehret,  'gg.      18.  W.  C.  De  Mille,  igoo.      19.  W.  D.  Marcus,   go. 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


Martin,  C.  F.  Schwarz,  C.  P.  Read,  T.  F. 
Hildreth,  W.  A.  De  Witt,  L.  Mortimer, 
W.  A.  Belden,  H.  C.  Morrill,  and  J.  Ray. 

The  team  has  been  in  training  ever 
since  the  snow  left  the  ground,  and  long- 
road  runs  are  varied  with  sprints  on  the 
track  whenever  the  men  can  get  away 
from  their  studies.  Manager  Powell  in- 
tends to  enter  some  of  his  men  in  most 
of  the  important  race  meets  around 
New  York  this  spring,  and  the  fastest 
will  also  be  used  for  the  dual  meets 
with  Brown,  Princeton,  and  Cornell. 

A  hockey  team  was  formed  early  in 
the  season,  and  having  finally  got  per- 
mission from  the  Union,  entered  the 
Intercollegiate  Hocke}^  League  with 
Yale  and  Brown.  Columbia  had  two 
games  scheduled  with  each  of  the 
others,  and  an  arrangement  by  which  a 
third  should  be  played  with  either  or 
both  if  a  tie  resulted  from  the  first  two. 
These  were  the  most  important  games 
of  the  winter  for  Columbia's  team,  al- 
though they  played  a  number  of  others, 
both  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink,  New 
York,  which  was  the  home  rink  of  the 
Columbia  boys,  and  at  the  Ice  Palace 
Rink,  in  New  York,  and  the  Clermont 
Avenue  Rink,  in  Brooklyn. 

Columbia  was  beaten  in  her  first  game 
with  Yale  and  also  by  Brown,  although 
both  games  were  closely  contested,  and 
the  wearers  of  the  blue-and- white  were 
not  at  all  disgraced  by  their  showing. 
The  second  game  with  Yale  resulted  in 
a  tie.* 

W.  A.  Belden,  of  the  crack  New  York 
Athletic  Club  team,  has  made  an  ef- 
ficient captain  throughout  the  winter, 
and  it  is  largely  due  to  his  coaching 
that  the  Columbia  men  have  made  so 
good  a  showing.  Belden  is  considered 
one  of  the  best  hockey  players  on  this 
side  of  the  Canadian  border,  and  he  has 
worked  wonders  with  the  raw  material 
at  his  command.  A  second  year  will  give 
them  added  experience  and  a  much 
better  showing  is  looked  for.  The  men 
line  up  as  follows  in  most  of  the  big 
games  :  W.  A.  Belden,  B.  W.  VanVoor- 
his,  J.  D.  Pell,  and  Arthur  Henderson, 
forwards  ;  J.  Livingstone,  cover  point  ; 
Robb,  point,  and  Clifford  Roberts,  goal  ; 
J.  T.  WilliamaS,  Jr.,  and  F.  Maguire,  sub- 
stitutes. 

The  Lacrosse  Association  has  made 
a  well-directed  effort  to  revive  its  favor- 


ite sport  this  spring  at  Columbia,  and 
judging  from  the  preparations  making 
for  the  season  when  this  article  went  to 
press,  it  will  prove  a  decided  success. 
It  is  due  largely  to  the  efforts  of  a  num- 
ber of  old  players  from  other  colleges 
who  are  studying  at  Columbia,  combined 
with  the  interest  shown  by  some  of  the 
college  alumni,  that  the  team  was 
formed.  Clarence  Starr,  of  last  year's 
Harvard  team,  has  been  chosen  captain, 
and  Giles  Whiting,  a  Columbia  gradu- 
ate, and  C.  C.  Curry,  both  of  the  Cres- 
cent Athletic  Club  crack  team  that  pla5'ed 
abroad  last  season,  will  coach  the  Co- 
lumbia candidates.  There  are  in  Colum- 
bia this  season  a  number  of  old  players 
from  Harvard,  Stevens,  Lehigh,  City 
College  of  New  York  and  other  col- 
leges, and  in  all  twenty-five  experienced 
players  were  picked  from  the  candidates. 

Games  will  probably  be  played  with 
Harvard,  Stevens,  Yale,  Johns  Hopkins, 
Cornell  and  Hobart  —  the  latter  being 
a  newcomer  in  the  lacrosse  field — and 
with  several  of  the  clubs  around  New 
York,  as  well  as  Toronto  University, 
Harvard,  and  perhaps  the  All  England 
team  expected  here  this  spring.  The 
candidates  did  their  early  training  in 
the  baseball  lot  directly  opposite  the 
college  grounds,  although  Columbia 
Oval  was  used  as  the  regular  practice 
ground,  and  regular  weekly  games  were 
played  there  after  the  weather  opened 
enough  last  month.  This  is  the  first  year 
of  lacrosse  for  a  long  time  at  Columbia, 
but,  \n\X\  the  advantage  of  experienced 
players  and  plenty  of  good  coaching, 
hopes  run  high  for  victories. 

The  sport  above  all  others,  however, 
that  fosters  the  true  college  spirit  and 
does  so  much  to  bring  together  the  men 
at  a  big  university  like  Columbia  is  foot- 
ball. It  is  the  American  college  sport, 
pai'  excellence,  for  the  promotion  of  good 
feeling,  camaraderie  among  the  students, 
and  enthusiasm  among  all  interested  in 
the  college,  alumni,  faculty,  students, 
even  employees.  The  Columbia  men 
realize  this  and  a  determined  move- 
ment is  already  on  foot  to  organize 
a  teain  in  the  fall  and  meet  the  other 
college  elevens.  I.  M.  Hewlett,  captain 
of  '90  football  team,  A.  C.  Gildersleeve, 
who  captained  that  of  the  following  fall, 
and  T.  L.  Chrystie,  football  captain  in 
'92,  are  the  leaders  in  the  revival. 


*  The  year's  record  of  the  team  will  be  found  under  "  Ice  Hockey  "  in  our  monthly  Review  at  the  end  of  this 
issue. 


Gsmp  and  (/i^ele  in  ^ 

Uelloidsione  J  ark. 


tf:!jrryrii>Mt-*f~  ^^  . 


BY    WADE    WARREN    THAYER. 


WE  were  not  a  particularly  attract- 
ive trio  as  we  clambered  down 
from  the  steps  of  the  smoking- 
car  at  Cmnabar.  Unshorn,  un- 
shaven and  unkempt,  from  four  days  of 
railroad  travel,  each  with  a  roll  of 
blankets  over  his  shoulder  and  a  fishing- 
rod  under  his  arm,  it  was  small  wonder 
that  the  fashionably  dressed  ladies  de- 
scending from  their  Pullman  held  aside 
their  skirts  as  they  passed  us. 

The  autocratic  baggageman  trundled 
forth  our  wheels,  and  in  a  moment  the 
three  of  us  were  busily  engaged  in  solv- 
ing the  problem  of  how  best  to  adjust 
our  numerous  belongings  to  the  wheels 
and  leave  room  for  ourselves. 

The  kitchen  utensils  were  trouble- 
some, despite  the  rigid  process  of  elimi- 
nation which  they  had  undergone  before 


our  departure  from  the  East.  We  were 
in  despair  for  a  while  until  at  length 
Warren  drew  forth  from  the  hidden 
recesses  of  his  pack  a  child's  school 
satchel.  "  I  knew  this  thing  would  come 
in  handily  somewhere,"  he  said  triumph- 
antly, and  he  tucked  plates,  cups  and 
pans  snugly  within  and  fastened  it  all 
in  the  frame  of  his  wheel  with  bits  of 
twine.  To  be  sure,  the  handle  of  the 
frying-pan  protruded  incontinently  forth 
and  threatened  to  play  havoc  with  the 
enamel  on  his  wheel,  while  the  tin  pail, 
which  was  to  do  duty  as  coffee-pot  and 
canteen,  he  was  forced  to  dangle  from 
his  handle-bars,  but  that  did  not  matter, 
he  assured  us.  Our  blankets  we  rolled 
tightly  and  strapped  to  the  handle- 
bars, and  Jack  carried  a  square  valise, 
fastened  beneath  his   seat,   containing 


BY  THE  GROTTO  GEYSER. 


OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


most  of  our   canned  bacon  and  other 
provender. 

Our  road  wound  up  the  brown  hillside, 
leaving  the  broad,  rolling  Yellowstone 
for  a  moment.  Electric  Peak  above  us 
stood  silhouetted  against  the  blue  sky, 
its  rough  slopes  flecked  with  patches 
■of  snow,  which  gleamed  white  and  cool 
in  the  morning  sun.  Lofty  unnamed 
mountains  shut  us  in  on  every  hand, 
and  they  seemed  highest  just  ahead 
whither  the  road  twisted,  a  yellow 
thread  of  dust. 

There  was  a  level  stretch,  then  a 
series  of.  rolling  hills,  and  presently 
Gardiner  hove  in  sight,  an  unsightly  row 
of  frame  buildings  and  saloons  along  the 
Park  line,  just  outside  its  prohibiting 
limits. 

Leaving  Gardiner  behind,  we  bowled 
for  a  mile  across  a  smooth  bit  of  sage- 
strewn  prairie  to  the  foot  of  the  hills, 
and  turning  our  backs  to  the  Yellow- 
stone plunged  into  the  depths  of  Gardi- 
ner Canon,  up  which  the  road  winds  for 
five  miles,  following  the  sinuosities  of 
the  Gardiner  River,  to  the  Mammoth 
Hot  Springs.  Those  miles  were  miles 
of  toil  for  us,  pushing  our  heavily  laden 
wheels  up  the  steep  grade,  and  after  the 
first  mile  we  gave  up  our  pleasantries 
and  got  down  to  right  hard,  solid  work. 
There  were  compensations,  however,  at 
every  turn;  at  times  the  picturesque 
canon  walls  beetled  overhead  in  crags 
and  cliffs  that  were  a  delight  to  our  low- 
land eyes,and  again  the  shoulder  of  some 
grand  old  hoary  peak  thrust  itself  into 
view  above  the  nearer  hills  and  nodded 
<:heerily  down  to  us. 

Two  thousand  feet  the  road  ascends 
between  Cinnabar  and  Mammoth  Hot 
Springs,  and  what  with  the  hot  sun  pour- 
ing down  upon  us  and  the  fact  that  we 
were  as  yet  unused  to  the  altitude  and 
had  to  pause  for  breath  at  every  turn,  it 
was  nearly  noon  before  we  reached  the 
last  long  hill  where  the  road  leaves  the 
Gardiner  to  climb  to  the  Springs.  We 
stopped  here  for  a  brief  rest  and  enjoyed 
a  delightful  dip  in  the  ice-cold  waters 
of  the  tumbling  stream.  Then  we 
■climbed,  refreshed  and  invigorated,  into 
the  little  village  of  Mammoth  Hot 
Springs.  We  took  a  peep  into  the  spa- 
cious office  of  the  Mammoth  Hot 
Springs  hotel,  and  as  we  found  no  one 
there  whom  we  knew  or  who  would 
have  been  willing  to  recognize  us  in  our 
soiled  apparel,  we  wheeled  up  to  the  foot 


of  the  great  pink  and  white  mountain 
where  are  the  famous  springs.  It  tow- 
ers above  the  little  valley,  a  hill  of 
daintily  colored  porcelain,  numerous 
overflowing  rivulets  sparkling  in  the 
sunlight  and  curling  clouds  of  mist  hov- 
ering over  it  all. 

Under  the  shadow  of  Liberty  Cap,  a 
white  pillar  of  crumbling  rock,  said  to 
be  the  crater  of  an  extinct  geyser,  we 
held  a  brief  council  of  war  with  our 
maps  and  guide  -  books  before  us.  It 
was  high  noon  by  the  sun,  and  savory 
odors  which  floated  to  us  on  the  breeze 
from  the  hotel  kitchen  spoke  eloquently 
of  luncheon.  We  were  mightily  tempted 
to  return  to  the  hotel  and  lunch  in  style, 
but  the  thought  of  our  resolution  to 
rough  it  throughout  the  trip  deterred 
us,  and  we  put  away  the  base  tempta- 
tion. So  we  pushed  on,  crossing  the 
river  of  hot  water,  which  flows  a  steam- 
ing flood  from  the  springs  above.  At 
the  crest  of  the  hill  beyond,  with  the 
beautiful  valley  of  the  Gardiner  below 
us,  the  red  roofs  of  Fort  Yellowstone 
peeping  from  the  green  pines,  and  the 
great  hotel  a  castle  of  gables  and  win- 
dows in  view,  we  ate  our  lunch  be- 
neath some  scrub  cedars  near  a  deli- 
ciously  cool  spring  which  wells  forth 
from  the  mountain  just  beside  the  road. 
A  pipe  afterward,  as  we  sprawled  in  the 
shade  and  drank  in  the  beauties  of 
rugged  Bunsen  Peak,  and  the  velvet 
green  slopes  of  Mount  Evarts  over  the 
valley  ;   then  we  were  up  and  on. 

It  was  up-hill  with  a  vengeance  for 
the  first  few  miles.  At  length  we  turned 
abruptly  into  a  narrow  cleft  which  has 
sundered  Bunsen's  Peak  from  Terrace 
Mountain  with  its  great  ledges  of  bare 
rock  climbing  the  mountain-side  in  a 
huge,  rough-hewn  stairway.  This  defile 
or  pass  has  been  named  the  Golden 
Gate,  and  it  forms  a  fitting  portal  to  the 
wonderful  region  beyond.  Red  cliffs 
rise  at  either  hand  hundreds  of  feet  sky- 
ward, while  the  road  clings  timorously 
to  the  northern  precipice.  Below  it 
the  torn  rocks  descend  sheer  to  the  lit- 
tle trickling  brook  which  dances  merrily 
in  shadow  at  the  bottom  of  the  ravine. 

Trundling  our  wheels  slowly  up  the 
winding  chasm,  we  reached  the  top  of' 
the  notch.  A  strange  contrast  was  the 
scene  before  us.  A  little  mountain- 
walled  prairie  across  which  the  broad 
■  level  road  stretched  in  a  white  ribbon  ;  a 
tiny  lakelet  among  trees  to  the  right,  and 


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above  it,  mirrored  in  its  placid  surface, 
the  sharp  peaks  of  the  Gallatin  Mount- 
ains. This  was  Swan  Lake  Basin,  one 
of  the  many  dainty  little  parks  typical  of 
this  mountain  region.  We  crossed  the 
basin,  wheeling  rapidly  along  the 
smooth,  hard  road,  now  curving  around 
the  base  of  a  hill,  now  whizzing  over  a 
rustic  bridge  beneath  which  flowed  a 
foaming  stream.  An  hour  or  so  of  easy 
riding  brought  us  to  Apollinaris  Spring, 
where  purest  Apollinaris  water  wells 
forth,  cool  and  fresh  from  the  earth, 
most  delightful  and  invigorating. 

Here  we  camped  for  the  night  in  a 
grove  of  great  pines  near  a  stream 
which  meanders  lazily  through  the 
quiet  valley,  its  waters  well-nigh  hid 
from  sight  under  overhanging  willows. 
Pitching  camp  proved  an  easy  task  with 
our  limited  amount  of  baggage,  A 
huge  camp-fire  was  started,  and  over  this 
Warren  pottered  with  frying-pan  and 
tin  pails  preparing  supper,  while  Jack 
and  I  stretched  a  light  blanket,  canopy- 
wise,  between  two  trees,  pegging  down 
one  side  firmly  to  the  ground  and  mak- 
ing thus  a  shelter-tent  facing  the  fire. 
We  spread  our  blankets  upon  the  soft 
turf,  and  ate  a  huge  supper  with  the  zest 
which  this  mountain  air  imparts  even  to 
bacon,  potatoes,  bread  and  butter,  and 
coffee.  Other  camp-fires  gleamed  in 
the  woods  farther  up-stream,  and  from 
one  of  them  came  the  tinkle  of  a  banjo 
and  a  girl's  fresh  voice  singing  famil- 
iar songs. 

It  was  a  cold  awakening  in  the  morn- 
ing, with  the  fire  a  heap  of  dead  ashes 
and  coals,  a  thin  scum  of  ice  upon  our 
water-pails  and  the  chilly  sunlight  slant- 
ing through  the  trees.  A  brisk  fire,  and 
a  hot  breakfast  of  trout,  which  Jack 
caught  in  a  dark  pool  down-stream, 
heartened  u-s,  and  quickly  getting  to- 
gether our  baggage,  we  were  off. 

For  miles  the  smooth  road  is  a  veri- 
table cyclist's  dream.  It  winds  up  the 
pine-girt  valley,  skirting  the  base  of 
Obsidian  Cliff,  a  black  frowning  preci- 
pice of  volcanic  glass  which  glitters  and 
glints  strangely  in  the  sunlight,  and 
passes  along  the  shores  of  Beaver  Lake 
with  its  curious  dams  built  ages  ago 
by  the  industrious  little  animals  whose 
domed  houses  dot  its  marshy  waters. 
We  caught  fleeting  glimpses  of  many 
other  little  ponds  and  lakes  where  water- 
fowl by  scores  and  hundreds  swam  and 
dove    at    will,   seemingly    conscious   of 


their  immunity  here  from  the  gun  of 
the  hunter  and  the  eager  jaws  of  the 
dog.  We  paused  for  a  breathing  spell 
in  the  little  hollow  where  the  Devil's 
Frying  -  Pan  is,  a  large  pool  of  hot 
muddy  water  which  simmers  and  bub- 
bles quietly  and  unostentatiously  here 
in  this  secluded  corner  to  the  no  small 
wonderment  of  the  casual  visitor,  com- 
ing upon  it  as  suddenly  as  he  does 
among  the  swaying  pines. 

A  few  miles  farther  on  we  descended 
a  long  winding  hill,  crossed  a  tiny 
stream  and  were  at  Norris.  Then  we 
climbed  the  hill  to  the  geyser  basin. 

A  geyser  !  How  shall  one  describe 
it  or  explain  it  ?  Eminent  authors  have 
written  long  and  beautiful  descriptions 
of  these  strange  freaks  of  nature's  fan- 
cy, but  they  all  seem  to  have  one  pecul- 
iar fault — their  descriptions  do  not  de- 
scribe. And  eminent  scientists  have 
discoursed  learnedly  as  to  the  whys  and 
wherefores  of  the  existence  of  these 
spouting  monstrosities,  and  their  ex- 
planations likewise  seem  to  be  faulty 
in  but  one  respect — they  do  not  explain. 
Yet  through  it  all,  the  subjects  of  their 
controversy,  tucked  away  up  in  this 
wonderland  among  the  mountain-tops, 
go  on  playing  imperturbably  and  unin- 
termittently  —  the  unexplainable  and 
the  indescribable.  And  poor  little  Man 
clambers  toilsomely  up  to  their  habitat, 
gazes  for  a  brief  space,  and  goes  away 
confounded  and  wondering. 

The  geysers  and  hot  springs  of  the 
Norris  Basin  are  tiny  fellows  compared 
with  the  leviathans  which  snort  and 
blow  further  south.  Yet  they  are 
strange  enough.  From  the  crest  of  the 
hill  above  Norris  a  valley  stretches  to 
the  southwest.  A  broad,  brown  valley 
it  is,  a  few  trees  here  and  there,  but  for 
the  most  part  barren.  As  the  eye 
glances  over  it,  a  puff  of  steam  juts 
from  the  level  surface  in  a  most  absurd 
and  unexpected  fashion,  then  a  little 
column  of  water  shoots  sparkling  sky- 
ward, plays  a  moment  in  the  sunshine, 
and  all  is  quiet  again.  That  is  a  geyser. 
Again,  at  another  point,  in  a  totally  un- 
looked-for locality,  a  spout  of  steam  and 
water  leaps  forth,  and  vanishes  almost 
before  one  can  turn  to  look  at  it. 

Over  among  the  pines  at  the  side  of 
the  valley  something  is  making  a  great 
fuss,  roaring  mightily,  like  an  enraged 
dragon.  A  cloud  of  white  vapor  floats 
above  it,  and  on  inquiry  we  learn  that  it 


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IN   OUR    CAMP   BY    THE    APOLLINARIS    SPRING. 


is  the  Black  Growler,  a  geyser  which 
spouts  steam  unceasingly.  We  walked 
gingerly  across  the  yielding,  powdery 
surface  of  the  plateafi,  now  lifting  our 
wheels  across  a  rivulet  of  sparkling  hot 
water,  now  peeping  into  a  little  aper- 
ture where  the  water  bubbled  and 
danced  in  frantic  warmth,  again  gazing 
down  into  the  pellucid  depths  of  a  still 
blue  pool.  A  few  paces  in  front  an- 
other geyser  shot  suddenly  into  the  air, 
and  as  we  turned  to  fly,  it  subsided 
again  just  as  suddenly.  We  picked 
our  way  across  the  crumbling  deposit 
to  its  edge  and  peered  cautiously  into 
its  crater.  This  they  called  the  Con- 
stant Geyser,  and  some  one  has  aptly 
dubbed  it  the  "  Minute  Man,"  from  its 
frequent  eruptions.  While  we  watched, 
the  waters  rose  beneath  us,  and  we 
turned  away  quickly  in  time  to  escape 
a  hot  shower-bath,  as  the  geyser  again 
played  momentarily.  The  Congress,  a 
great  boiling  spring,  was  near  by,  and 
we  gave  it  a  cursory  glance,  and  then 
crossed  to  the  roadway. 

Mounting  our  wheels,  we  soon  left 
Norris  Basin  behind,  and  began  a  hard 
push  up  a  long,  sandy  hill.  Topping 
the  rise,  we  rode  down  into  Elk  Park,  a 
quiet  valley  surrounded  by  pine-cov- 
ered hiils,  'with  the  beautiful  Gibbon 
River  to  the  right.  Soon  we  were  in 
the  winding  depths  of  Gibbon  Canon, 
•following  for  several   delightful   miles 


the  laughing  waters  of  the  stream. 
Above,  the  walls  at  times  towered  thou- 
sands of  feet,  and  still  higher,  the  green 
slopes  of  the  mountains  stretched  to  the 
blue  sky.  It  was  a  grand  ride  down 
the  hard,  well-graded  road  to  Gibbon 
Falls,  where  the  river,  split  in  twain  by 
a  huge  crag,  tumbles  on  the  one  hand 
down  a  series  of  ledges  and  on  the  other 
falls  sheer  eighty  feet  in  foaming  spray, 
glistening  and  dancing  to  the  sun. 

Leaving  the  canon,  we  encountered 
a  toilsome  four  miles  over  a  series 
of  sandy  hills.  The  road  debouched 
finally  upon  the  Firehole  River,  just 
where  it  leaps  forty  feet  into  a  deep, 
black  gorge  and  goes  swirling  away  to 
join  the  Gibbon.  A  stretch  of  three 
miles  up  the  Firehole,  which  flowed  at 
our  side  in  wide,  shallow  reaches,  and 
we  came  to  the  winter  cantonment  of  a 
portion  of  Uncle  Sam's  cavalry  at  Nez 
Perce's  Creek. 

It  was  growing  late  in  the  afternoon 
and  we  were  weary  with  our  thirty 
miles'  ride,  so  we  resolved  to  camp  here 
for  the  night.  Then  it  was  that  Warren 
outdid  himself.  Jack  and  I  had  thrown 
ourselves  down  under  the  shade  of  a 
tree  by  the  river,  lazily  watching  the 
bubbles  as  they  floated  by,  and  too  tired 
to  move.  Warren  had  leaned  his  wheel 
•against  the  tree,  and  gone  off  toward 
the  row  of  tents  in  quest  of  we  knew 
not  what.     Presently  he  returned. 


CAMP  AND   CYCLE  IN   YELLOWSTONE  PARK. 


"  Well,  fellows,"  he  beg-an,  as  soon  as 
he  was  within  hearing  distance,  "  I've 
fixed  it  all  up.  I've  just  been  over  talk- 
ing with  the  soldiers,  and  they  tell  me 
there's  an  empty  log-  cabin  up  the  road 
where  we  can  sleep  to-night.  The  cook 
over  at  the  camp  likewise  says  we  can 
get  our  grub  at  the  mess-table." 

And  so  we  trundled  our  wheels  up- 
stream to  a  warm  little  cabin  by  the 
roadside,  and  after  a  dinner  with  the 
hospitable  soldiers,  we  turned  in  all 
three  in  the  big  springless  bed,  wrapped 
in  our  own  warm  blankets. 

In  the  early  morning  we  enjoyed  a 
warm  breakfast  with  Warren's  friend,  the 
cook,  and  then  rode  a  dusty  mile  to  the 
Fountain  Geyser,  the  largest  we  had  yet 
encountered.  It  played  thunderously 
while  we  were  there,  and  subsiding  left 
a  great  yawning  pit  down  whose  sides 
trickled  rivulets  of  steaming  crystal 
water.  Here,  too,  is  the  Mammoth 
Paint  Pot,  a  chaldron  of  boiling  mud, 
exquisitely  tinted  and  singing,  as  it  bub- 
bles, a  hoarse  "  plop,  plop,  plop,"  exactly 
like  a  pot  of  hasty  pudding  just  ready 
to  come  off  the  fire.  A  number  of 
miniature  mud  cones  at  one  side  bubble 
away  happily,  whistling  a  treble  to  the 
bass  of  the  mother  chaldron. 


We  also  visited  the  Great  Fountain 
two  miles  farther  up  the  river,  but  he 
was  not  active  the  day  we  were  there, 
and  we  passed  him  by  reluctantly,  after 
a  look  into  his  bubbling  blue  crater. 
Hell's  Half  Acre,  just  beside  the  Fire- 
hole,  was  once  the  Excelsior  Geyser, 
the  greatest  in  the  world,  but  now  it  is 
only  a  vast  pool,  boiling  mightily  and 
pouring  a  flood  of  steaming  water  over 
its  rim  into  the  river. 

As  we  rode  up  the  valley  beyond, 
puffs  of  steam  shot  from  among  the 
trees  ahead  at  every  opening,  fearful 
witnesses  of  the  turmoil  below  us.  Bis- 
cuit Basin,  across  the  river,  we  reached 
by  a  little  swaying  foot-bridge.  There 
are  several  little  geysers  over  there,  and 
we  managed  to  get  well  soused  with 
warm  water  by  going  too  near  them  in 
efforts  to  see  down  into  their  brilliantly 
tinted  depths.  The  Sapphire  Pool  is  a 
wondrously  deep  circular  spring,  and 
gazing  down  into  its  calm,  unruffled 
heart,  we  seemed  to  look  into  the  very 
bowels  of  the  earth. 

We  crossed  the  river  by  a  wooden 
bridge,  with  the  great  Riverside  Geyser 
spouting  and  fuming  to  the  left,  and  the 
little  Mortar  firing  broadsides  into  the 
stream  at  our  right,  and  wheeled  in  the 


THE  GORGE  OF  THE  UPPER  FALL. 


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wake  of  a  caravan  of  stages  filled  with 
dust-covered,  sneezing  passengers  up  to 
the  Grotto.  An  odd  creature  is  this, 
spitting  steam  and  boiling  water  in 
every  direction  from  the  many  vents 
about  its  irregular  crater.  We  were  now 
well  within  the  Upper  Geyser  Basin, 
and  geysers,  big  and  little,  were  on 
every  hand.  For  blissful  hours  we  wan- 
dered among  them,  getting  a  wicked 
pleasure,  like  unruly  small  boys,  in 
wading  through  the  tepid  overflow  of 
some  of  them,  for  a  breathless  moment 
gazing  down  into  their  cavernous  craters. 
Near  the  Castle  we  waited  with  a  dozen 
others  to  see  its  eruption,  nearly  due 
after  two  days  of  quiescence.  Warren 
improved  the  time  by  fussing  with  a 
broken  valve  on  his  wheel,  and  man- 
aged to  get  himself  well  drenched  by 
the  spray  of  the  geyser,  whose  eruption 
he  forgot  entirely  until  it  indignantly 
turned  its  wrath  upon  him. 

Up  by  Old  Faithful  we  rested,  watch- 
ing his  hourly  eruptions  and  trying  to 
calculate  the  height  of  the  tall  column 
of  water  which  shoots  from  his  little 
crater.  From  this  coign  of  vantage  the 
whole  basin  was  spread  before  us,  a  bar- 
ren plainsurrounded  by  rolling  hills.  The 
Firehole  flowed  at  one  side,  and  geysers 
were  everywhere,  marked  out  by  puffs 
and  clouds  of  steam,  while  over  all  hung 
a  hazy  sky,  through  which  a  red  sun 
gleamed,  lending  a  weird  color  to  this 
uncanny,  unearthly  picture. 

We  dropped  in  at  the  soldiers'  quar- 
ters and  gossiped  with  them,  while  War- 
ren cajoled  the  mess-cook  into  furnishing 
us  with  dinner.  As  we  were  about  to 
take  our  departure,  there  came  an  ex- 
plosion and  an  ominous  rumbling  from 
across  the  river.  We  hurried  over  in 
time  to  witness  a  grand  demonstration 
by  the  Giantess.  Entirely  off  schedule 
time,  the  "Old  Lady/'  as  the  irreverent 
troopers  called  her,  had  evidently  pre- 
pared this  exhibition  for  our  special  de- 
lectation. For  an  hour  she  roared  and 
shook  the  earth  with  mighty  explosions, 
casting  forth  immense  volumes  of  water 
and  vast  clouds  of  steam.  Then  she 
quieted  down,  and  we  spread  our  blank- 
ets among  the  trees  up  beyond  Old 
Faithful  and  slept  with  the  song  of  the 
geysers  as  our  lullaby. 

We  were  early  awheel  and  were  soon 
well  on  our  way  up  the  winding  hill 
road  toward  the  Thumb  of  Yellowstone 
Lake.    For  several  miles  we  plodded  up 


through  the  piny  woods.  Then  be- 
hold !  There  came  an  opening  in  the 
timber  and  before  us  was  the  river  which 
we  had  left  far  back  among  the  geysers. 
We  seated  ourselves  upon  an  overhang- 
ing rock,  and  watched  the  water  dance 
and  roar  among  the  black  boulders  and 
then  leap  into  a  deep  gorge  below  us, 
to  swirl  away  foam- crested  out  of  sight- 
It  was  so  delightfully  lonesome  up  there 
on  our  dizzy  perch  above  the  river,  that 
we  were  loth  to  leave. 

This  proved  the  hardest  day  of  the 
trip.  Our  road  led  up  a  long  zigzag- 
ging canon,  and  the  sand  seemed  miles 
deep.  The  little  stream  beside  us- 
cooled  the  air  somewhat  and  we  stopped 
frequently  to  drink  and  rest.  At  length 
the  summit  came  and  we  wound  along 
a  mountain  side,  catching  glimpses, 
of  pine-clad  slopes  all  about  us,  and 
once  of  a  glint  of  blue  water  far  down 
the  valley.  A  bit  down-hill  to  a  cool 
spot  by  a  stream,  and  we  stopped  for 
lunch  ;  then  on  again  up-hill  once  more, 
this  time  with  a  hard  road  beneath  us,, 
and  we  crossed  the  Continental  Divide 
and  whizzed  down  the  shores  of  Yellow- 
stone Lake. 

A  lake  among  lakes  is  Yellowstone. 
A  blue  expanse  of  waters,  whose  white- 
capped  waves  nod  to  forest-clothed  and 
snow-tipped  mountains.  Little  rocky 
islands  dot  its  surface.  Hawks  and 
eagles  skim  the  air  above,  bearing  in 
their  talons  great  flapping  fish  to 
squawking  fledglings  alongshore.  We 
stayed  for  a  day  at  the  Thumb  Warren 
fished  industriously  and  we  gorged  our- 
selves with  plump,  pink-fleshed  salmon 
trout.  We  viewed  the  numerous  geysers 
and  hot  springs  alongshore,  some  of 
them  at  the  water's  edge,  so  that  one 
can  catch  a  fat  trout  and  pop  him  still 
on  the  hook  into  a  spring  where  he  will 
be  in  a  moment  cooked  for  the  table. 
We  enjoyed,  too,  a  delicious  long  drawn- 
out  bath  in  a  hot  waterfall,  just  where 
the  overflow  from  a  large  geyser  tum- 
bles into  the  icy  waters  of  the  lake. 

We  had  heard  much  of  the  bears  in 
the  Park,  but  we  had  not  come  into 
personal  contact  with  any  of  the  genus 
Ursus.  I  was  returning  to  camp  late  at 
night  through  the  pines  when  I  heard  a 
sharp  rustling  and  crashing  as  of  some 
large  animal  thrusting  its  way  through 
the  undergrowth  just  beside  the  path. 
I  halted  and  my  heart  climbed  right  up 
into  my  throat  and  stood  there  pumping. 


CAMP  AND   CYCLE  IN    YELLOWSTONE  PARK. 


23 


The  rustling  continued,  and  I  thought 
of  horses  and  bears  and  cows  and  all 
sorts  of  horrible  things.  I  quakingly  lit 
a  match  and  held  it  aloft.  It  flared  for 
a  moment,  and  the  soft  breeze  which 
blew  through  the  woods  extinguished 
it.  But  by  its  momentary  flash  I  caught 
a  glimpse  of  a  little  black  creature  not 
as  big  as  a  dog,  that  at  sight  of  me 
turned  and  shambled  awkwardly  away 
through  the  timber.  It  was  a  black 
bear  cub,  and  it  was  probably  just  a 
trifle  more  frightened  than  I  had  been. 

We  passed  a  lazy  morning.  Shortly 
after  noon  there  came  a  white  dot  upon 
the  waters,  and  presently  the  little 
steamer  Zillah  was  moored  at  the 
landing.  It  seemed  an  incongruity  in 
these  mountain  fastnesses.  But  we 
packed  up  our  traps  and  trundled  our 
wheels  aboard,  to  sail  for  a  delightful, 
restful  afternoon  among  the  bays  and 
islands  of  this  charming  lake  with  the 
enchanted  hills  above  it. 

Landing  at  the  great  hotel  near  the 
outlet  we  found  a  little  dell  near-by 
where  a  cool  stream  trickled,  and  here 
we  pitched  our  camp.  Our  roaring  fire 
brought  visitors  from  the  soldiers'  camp 
down  below.  vSome  one  of  them  had  a 
guitar  and  we  sang  and  listened  to  tales 
of  poachers  and  of  wild  chases  after 
daring  highway  robbers  until  a  late 
moon  peeping  down  into  our  snug  hol- 
low reminded  us  of  the  hour,  and  we 
rolled  into  our  blankets  by  the  fire  and 
tumbled  into  slumber. 

There  was  more  fishing  in  the  morn- 
ing along  the  sand-bars  where  the  broad 
Yellowstone  leaves  the  quiet  lake  for  its 
adventurous  race  toward  the  Grand 
Canon.  The  great  trout  swarmed  here 
and  took  our  flies  readily.  Valiantly 
they  fought,  too,  and  many  a  grand 
struggle  we  had  while  the  slender  rod 
bent  and  the  line  sang.  Then  we 
trudged  back  to  camp,  each  with  a 
proud  burden  that  made  his  wrists  ache 
with  its  weight.  A  luncheon  with  the 
soldiers,  to  save  time,  and  packing  our 
fish  as  best  we  could  we  wheeled  away 
over  the  hill  and  down  the  road  beside 
the  river.  There  had  been  a  sharp 
shower  while  we  were  at  luncheon.  It 
had  left  the  road  hard  and  smooth,  and 
the  air  clear  and  fresh.  In  the  most 
hilarious  spirits  we  bowled  along,  the 
white  milestones  at  the  roadside  fairly 
flying  by  us. 

At  the  Mud  Geyser  we  pulled  up  for 


a  breathing  spell.  It  is  a  strangely 
fascinating  monstrosity,  that  geyser, 
and  withal  repulsive.  We  climbed  a 
mound  of  earth  which  clings  much  like 
a  huge  mud-plastered  swallow's  nest  to 
a  steep  clay-bank  near  the  road.  At 
the  top  we  looked  down  through  clouds 
of  steam  into  a  crater  where  yellow  mud 
was  bubbling  viciously.  There  was  a 
sudden  commotion  below  the  over- 
hanging bank;  the  ogre  that  dwelt  in 
that  slimy  cave  roared  hoarsely  and 
spat  out  a  shower  of  hot  liquid  mud. 
Steam  rushed  forth,  vile-smelling;  the 
monster  blew  its  nose,  gulped  once  or 
twice,  then  the  mud  simmered  gently 
again.  We  lingered  there  long  under 
the  spell  of  this  strange  spectacle,  then 
we  turned  away,  mounted  our  wheels 
and  were  off  again. 

We  passed  through  Hayden  Valley, 
where  the  hills  slink  away  and  the  river 
winds  placidly  through  broad  reaches 
of  rich  meadow-land.  Myriads  of  wild 
geese  and  ducks  dotted  the  bosom  of 
the  stream  and  we  yearned  for  a  gun. 
We  crossed  Alum  Creek,  and  the  hills 
began  to  close  in  and  the  river  raced 
and  sang  among  rough  boulders.  The 
banks  grew  high  above  us,  and  little 
rocky  islets,  to  which  an  occasional  pine- 
tree  clung  with  a  precarious  foothold, 
broke  the  tossing  surface  of  the  now 
rushing  stream.  The  road  skirted  along 
the  river  bank,  giving  delightful 
glimpses  of  the  black,  oily  flood,  between 
the  pine-trees.  At  length  we  swept 
suddenly  around  a  bold  point  of  rocks, 
and  the  river  left  us  and  before  our  eyes 
disappeared  in  a  mass  of  foam  into  a 
dark,  fearsome  gorge.  A  dull  roar  came 
up  from  the  black  depths — a  roar  that 
reverberated  and  re-echoed  about  the 
green  cliffs  below  to  become  a  ghost  of 
the  roar  above. 

We  clambered  cautiously  over  the 
rocks  and  gazed  down,  down  to  where 
the  waters  whirled  and  leaped  amid 
clouds  of  mist.  This  was  the  Upper 
Fall  of  the  Yellowstone,  where  the 
stream  takes  its  first  plunge  into  the 
world-famed  canon.  Looking  down- 
stream we  could  see  the  river  dash 
headlong  out  of  sight  about  a  sharp 
bend  of  the  gorge,  and  through  the 
pines  there  were  glimpses  of  still  greater, 
deeper  depths  and  of  softly  tinted  cliffs 
and  precipices  glowing  in  the  red  light 
of  the  setting  sun. 

We  wheeled  down  the  road  a  short 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


distance  and  pitched  camp  in  a  quiet 
nook  where  a  soft  carpet  of  yielding- 
pine-needles  covered  the  ground.  Camp- 
fires  were  numerous  about  us,  and  after 
dinner  we  strolled  over  to  where  a 
merry  party  was  seated  about  a  huge 
fire  of  logs.  The  fire  cast  its  licking 
tongues  aloft  among  the  waving  pine- 
tops  and  the  shadows  leaped  and  danced 
ghost-like  about  us,  while  the  breeze 
from  down  the  gorge  below  brought 
now  and  again  the  musical,  sleepy,  sigh- 
ing roar  of  the  falls,  reminding  us  of  the 
wonders  in  whose  very  home  we  were. 

Next  morning,  after  a  hurried  break- 
fast, we  left  our  camp  and  worked  down 
to  the  Lower  Fall.  A  little  breakneck 
path  brought  us  to  a  platform  of  rock 
fenced  by  a  stout  rail  just  where  the 
great  river  leaps  off  into  nothingness. 

I  never  knew  how  that  first  view  af- 
fected the  others.  It  took  my  breath 
away  for  a  moment,  and  after  that  I  for- 
got everything,  even  myself.  I  stood 
upon  the  edge  of  the  earth,  it  seemed, 
the  "jumping-off  place"  of  the  fairy 
tales.  All  below  and  beyond  was  so  im- 
measurably far  away  that  it  was  like  a 
picture  seen  in  a  dream  or  a  glimpse  in- 
to some  unknown  world,  a  world  built 
upon  a  Titanic  scale.  A  vast  panorama 
of  cliffs,  of  jutting  fingers  of  rock,  of 
fantastic  storm-and-sun-carved  towers, 
of  frightful  precipices,  of  pillars,  pyra- 
mids and  castles,  behind  and  among 
which  lingered 
the  shadows  of 
fathomless  gulfs 
and  chasms.  And 
the  riot,  the  wil- 
derness of  color 
which  overspread 
it  all !  Each  face 
of  rock,  each 
crumbling  sand- 
pile  caught  a  dif- 
rerent  hue.  Reds, 
from  flaming 
scarlet  to  dull 
crimson;  yel- 
lows, saffron, 
orange  and 
sulphur;  even 
pinks  and  laven- 
ders were  there 
mixed  and 
mingled  in  a 
profusion  that 
shamed  the  colors 
of  the  sunset  skv 


and  the  brightest  rainbow  that  ever 
arched  a  rain-swept  heaven.  Far  down 
at  the  bottom  of  the  vast  gorge  a  little 
ribbon  of  blue  flecked  with  creamy 
white  wound  its  way  among  the  mighty 
cliffs.  This  was  the  great  river  which^ 
beside  me,  raced  heedlessly  to  its  fall 
and  whose  strong,  grand  music  per- 
vaded the  air  and  silenced  every  voice 
about  me.  I  was  held  as  in  a  spell  cast 
over  me  by  some  Merlin  of  the  hills,  my 
sense  visual  caught  by  the  wealth  be- 
fore me  and  my  hearing  dulled  and 
deadened  by  the  thunderous  voice  of  the 
waterfall,  rising,  sinking,  with  the  gusty 
breezes  from  far  down  among  the  echo- 
ing walls. 

I  do  not  know  how  long  I  lingered 
there.  When  I  turned  away  at  length, 
the  others  were  already  laboriously  toil- 
ing up  the  path  among  the  pines.  All 
day  I  wandered  from  point  to  point 
along  the  wall  of  the  canon.  The  eagles- 
winged  about  and  above  me,  and  I 
watched  them  feed  their  young  and 
wage  fierce  war  upon  a  hapless  crow 
which  had  invaded  this,  their  own 
domain.  Toward  evening  I  reluctantly 
turned  campward  for  a  hot  supper  and 
a  welcome  bed  among  the  pines. 

Next  day  we  bade  farewell  to  this 
fairyland,  climbed  a  long,  steep  hill  and 
whirled  away  toward  Norris.  Our  way 
led  through  a  wilderness  of  forest,  now 
thick  and  luxuriant,  shading  the  fine 
road,  and  again 
blasted  as  far  as 
eye  could  reach 
by  the  withering 
breath  of  some 
fierce  long-ago 
fire. 

We  tested  a 
little  lakelet  of 
hot  water  which 
hides  itself 
among  the  pines, 
took  a  breathless 
plunge  into  the 
rushing  Gardi- 
ner, ate  a  last, 
lunch,  and  then 
a  few  miles  more 
of  pleasantly  va- 
ried coasting  and 
pedaling  brought 
us  to  Cinnabar, 
the  railway,  and 
commonpl  ace 
civilization. 


AT  THE  GOLDEN  GATE. 


IT  happened  one  day  last  spring,  on 
one  of  the  most  beautiful  trout- 
streams  in  this  part  of  the  country, 
the  Big  Bushkill  River,  in  Monroe 
County,  Penn. 

F and  I   had  been  fishing  a  week, 

with  only  moderate  success.  It  was 
early  in  the  season,  about  the  2 2d  of 
April,  and  very  cold. 

The  big  streams  were  high  and  hard 
to  wade,  so  we  had  been  driven  to  the 
smaller  creeks  and  runs.  The  trout  we 
had  taken,  though  doing  very  well  as 
to  numbers,  were  lacking  in  size.  The 
largest  we  had  caught  was  a  little  over 
eleven  inches,  while  I  had  thrown  back 
over  a  hundred  imder  eight  inches,  the 
limit  we  always  set. 

On  the  last  day  of  our  stay  the  event 
happened  I  am  going  to  chronicle. 

The  water  in  the  big  creek,  though 
still  high,  had  fallen  a  good  bit ;  as  it 
was  our  last  chance,  we  decided  to  try  it. 

It  was  an  ideal  day  for  trout  at  that 
season  of  the  year  ;  a  trifle  hazy,  and 
just  warm  enough  to  keep  the  fish  mov- 
ing, the  first  real  good  day  we  had  had 
for  successful  fishing. 

We  were  just  finishing  breakfast  when 
Bill,  the  old  farmer  with  whom  we  were 
stopping,  came  in  and  remarked  :  "Well, 
boys,  ef  ye  don't  ketch  trout  to-day, 
it'll  be  because  you  don't  know  how. 
I  never  seed  a  purtier  day." 

"  All  right.  Bill,"  I  answered  ;  ''  we'll 
show  you  trout  before  night,  if  there  are 
any  in  your  old  stream.  I'm  out  for  a 
big  one,  and,  what's  more,  I'm  going  to 
get  him." 

"  Bet  you  don't  catch  a  fish  over 
twelve  inches,"  said  F . 

"  I'll  take  that,"  I  replied,  "  and  Bill,  as 
witness  to  the  bet,  will  come  in  on  it." 


BY 
PERCY  STANFORD. 


"That  goes  ;  get  the  rig.  Bill,  and 
we'll  start." 

Bill  was  to  drive  us  up-stream  about 
two  miles,  and  we  were  to  fish  back. 

The  road — or,  at  least,  that's  what  Bill 
called  it,  though  how  he  had  the  nerve 
to  do  so  I  don't  know — was  an  old  log- 
ging road  that  hadn't  been  used  in  sev- 
eral years.  It  was  all  grown  up  with 
bushes,  and  had  a  varied  assortment  of 
rocks  strewn  over  it.  When  the  wagon 
wasn't  in  the  air,  it  was  on  top  of  a  rock 
about  two  feet  high.  That  we  didn't 
upset,  I  state  as  a  fact  ;  why  we  didn't, 
will  always  remain  a  mystery  to  me. 

On  the  way  up.  Bill  regaled  us  with 
tales  of  the  fish  he  had  caught  and  seen 
in  years  gone  by.  He  told  wonderful 
tales,  that  it  took  a  strong,  healthy  man 
to  swallow  without  taking  any  harm. 

According  to  Bill,  there  was  a  trout 
in  that   stream   big  enough    to    bite   a 

man's  leg  off.     F suggested  that  it 

might  be  dangerous  to  wade. 

"Oh,  well,"  I  said,  "a  little  spice  of 
danger  rather  improves  the  sport." 

In  about  an  hour  we  arrived  at  our 
destination,  an  old  disused  saw^-mill. 

AVe  got  off  that  wagon  with  a  heart- 
felt sigh  of  relief,  and  Bill,  by  some 
miraculous  process,  known  only  to  him- 
self, turned  around  and  started  for 
home,  with  a  farewell  remark  to  look 
out  for  that  big  trout. 

I  will  not  attempt  to  describe  the 
events  of  the  day  ;  suihce  it  to  say,  that 
by  four  o'clock  we  had  fished  down 
nearly  to  Bill's,  and  I  hadn't  seen  a  sign 
of  any  big  trout.  I  had  about  twenty- 
five  fish  in  my  basket,  ranging  from 
nine  to  eleven  inches,  and  had  thrown 
back  as  many  smaller  ones  ;  but  I  was 
beginning  to  despair. 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


Just  above  Bill's  house  is  a  dam  about 
twelve  feet  high,  and  just  above  that  a 
broad  pool  fully  ten  feet  deep  and 
about  two  hundred  yards  long  by  a  hun- 
dred broad.  Then  there  is  a  stretch 
of  shallow  water  leading  from  another 
smaller  pool.  Over  this  shallow  stretch, 
the  water  was  about  up  to  a  man's  thigh 
and  very  swift. 

I  fished  the  upper  pool  from  above, 
and,  arrived  below  it,  worked  my  way 
out  about  twenty  feet  from  shore,  so  I 
could  cover  the  big  pool.  It  was  hard 
work  standing  in  that  raging  current, 
but  I  braced  my  foot  against  a  rock  and 
started  to  make  a  last  try  for  my  fish. 

The  shore  I  had  just  left  was  fringed 
with  bushes,  and  under  them  the  water 
was  very  deep  and  quiet,  the  current 
swinging  out  from  shore. 

"  There's  just  the  place  for  a  big  one," 
I  thought  ;  ''  here  goes  for  him."  I 
dropped  my  flies  lightly  in  the  shade 
cast  by  the  bushes.  They  had  hardly 
touched  the  water  when  I  saw  a  sight 
that  made  every  nerve  in  my  body  thrill; 
there  was  a  flash  of  brown  and  red,  and 
a  gleaming  shape  went  curving  over 
my  leader.     He  had  missed  the  flies. 

But  shades  of  light  and  glory,  what 
a  trout  !  Seventeen  inches  if  one,  and 
as  broad  as  my  hand.  I  hastily  drew  in 
my  flies  and  made  several  casts  out  over 
the  pool.  After  about  five  minutes  I 
decided  to  try  him  again,  and  once  more 
dropped  my  line  in  that  quiet,  shady 
spot.  This  time  there  was  no  mistake  ; 
a  quick,  sure  strike,  and  I  had  him  fast. 

Any  one  who  is  not  a  fisherman  will 
not  understand  how  I  felt  at  that  mo- 
ment. A  broad,  deep  pool,  with  no 
stumps  or  brush  to  bother  me  ;  a  five- 
ounce  rod,  and,  best  of  all,  a  three- 
pound  trout ;  a  fair  struggle  of  skill 
against  strength. 

Up  and  down,  back  and  forth,  shot 
the  fish  ;  one  moment  leaping  a  foot  in 
the  air,  the  next  diving  straight  down, 
to  sulk  for  an  instant  in  the  deep  water; 
then,  in  answer  to  my  steady  pressure, 
starting  off  again  on  one  of  his  mad 
rushes,  making  the  line  sing  as  it  cut 
through  the  water  and  my  reel  hum  as 
he  took  out  yard  after  yard  of  my  line. 
I  was  beginning  to  get  him  under  con- 
trol, when  F appeared  on  the  bank. 

"Hello,"  I  shouted,  "you've  lost,  old 
man.  I've  got  a  trout  here  that  will  go 
over  seventeen  inches." 

The    fish  just  then  broke  water,  and 


F let  out  a  yell.  "  By  Jove,"  he  said, 

"you're  right  ;    don't  lose  him." 

"  Oh  !  I've  got  him  all  safe  enough," 
I  replied  ;  "  he's  about  safe  now  ;  "  and  as 
I  spoke,  I  swung  him  out  of  the  current 
and  drew  him  up  as  near  as  I  could  in 
the  still  water.  Then  I  began  to  work 
him  slowly  toward  me  across  the  current. 

I  had  gotten  that  fish  nearly  up  to 
me,  and  taking  my  net  in  my  hand, 
prepared  to  land  him.  As  I  leaned 
over,  I  shifted  my  foot  a  little  to  get  a 
firmer  hold  on  the  rock — I  forgot  to 
mention  that  the  rocks  here  were  cov- 
ered with  moss  ;  as  I  moved  my  foot, 
that  infernal  moss,  without  an  instant's 
warning,  gave  way,  and  my  feet  shot 
out  from  me  as  suddenly  as  though  I 
had  stepped  on  the  business  side  of  a 
banana-peel.  I  made  one  desperate, 
flotmdering  effort  to  recover  myself, 
but  it  was  useless,  and  in  an  instant  I 
was  floatmg  down  in  twelve  feet  of  icy 
water,  with  a  fish-basket  trailing  behind. 

For  a  moment  F was  scared,  fear- 
ing I  might  go  over  the  falls  ;  but,  as  he 
saw  me  making  lusty  strokes  for  shore, 
and  that  I  would  have  no  trouble  in 
reaching  it,  he  stood  there  and  roared. 

I  reached  shore  all  right,  thoughhandi- 
capped  with  a  rod  and  my  heavy  waders, 
which  immediately  filled  with  water,  and 
weighed  about  a  ton. 

But  my  trout ;  oh,  where  was  he  ? 

I  had  hung  on  to  my  rod  like  grim 
death,  both  because  I  hated  to  lose  it, 
as  it  was  my  favorite,  and  I  hoped  that 
the  fish  might  be  too  solidly  hooked 
to  throw  the  hook. 

It  was  vain,  and  when  I  stood  there 
on  the  bank  and  drew  my  line  in,  the 
wettest,  coldest,  maddest  man  in  the 
whole  State  of  Pennsylvania,  and  felt 
it  come  in  free,  that  capped  the  climax. 
Mad — well,  I  only  know  that  I  came 
out  there  early  the  next  morning  and 
fancied  the  bushes  were  scorched. 

Then  I  had  to  listen  to  some  original 

remarks  from  F .    "  How  about  that 

fish  ?  "  he  yelled.  "  Where's  that  big 
trout  you  were  talking  about .''  That's  a 
decidedly  unique  way  to  land  a  fish. 
Pretty  cold  day  for  swimming,  I  should 
think,  but  some  people  say  it's  healthy." 

Fortunately  we  were  only  a  step  from 
Bill's,  and  I  was  soon  there  toasting 
myself  over  a  roaring  fire. 

By  the  time  I  had  put  away  a  dozen 
fried  trout,  together  with  sundry  other 
things,  I  was  all  right. 


Painted  for  Outing  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 

"THERE'S   JUST  THE  PLACE    FOR   A  BIG   ONE.''     (/.  ^6.) 


1  mm  a  tor  Outing  by  Mai'  Lu   i 

"WE   CAMPED   THAT    XIGHT   IN   THE   LATE   DUSK.'"     (/.  29.) 


CAHOmmQ   OH    THie   IIOVAo 


BY  L.  B.   ROBINSON. 


OUR  famous  cruise  was  only  a 
hundred-mile  jaunt  on  the  Iowa 
River,  and  we  didn't  have  any- 
thing but  a  good  lazy  time,  but 
the  memory  of  those  few  days  will  live 
long  in  our  hearts  after  the  stanch  ribs 
and  polished  hulls  of  our  craft  are  gone 
in  substance. 

We  spent  a  half  day  of  the  four  in  a 
hot  caboose  at  the  tail-end  of  every- 
thing, waiting  for  no  one  knew  what, 
but  at  last  the  lazy  wheels  began  to 
"  clickety- click  "  and  the  old  car  woke 
up  in  a  hundred  voices  and  grumblings, 
and  we  passed  a  good  eighty  feet  above 
the  river,  on  whose  ruffled  bosom,  a  hun- 
dred miles  up-stream,  we  were  to  launch 
our  craft  that  night  for  our  long-planned 
cruise. 

The  long  restless  column  of  brown- 
roofed  cars  in  front  of  us  panted  along 
the  level  stretches  and  dodged  around 
the  good-natured  shoulders  of  the  hills 
all  the  long  afternoon,  while  we  three, 
the  Artist,  the  Engineer  and  the  Law- 
yer, kept  wary  eye  on  our  battered  and 
highly  prized  traps,  but  especially  upon 
a  certain  comfortable-looking  valise,  in 
the  packing  of  which  we  had  all  willingly 
helped. 

Why  did  we  carry  our  grub  in  that 
way  ?  Only  for  this  reason,  my  friend  : 
water  is  sometimes  deep  and  the  canoe 
restive,  and  in  such  a  case,  if  you  have 
your  eatables  at  the  other  end  of  a  good 
strong  rope  tied  to  a  thwart,  life  will 
seem  far  more  worth  living  if  you  are 
stranded  "twenty  miles  from  anywhere." 
Go  thou  and  do  likewise  ;  it  is  the  only 
safe  method. 

We  swooped  down  upon  the  natives 
of  the  little  town  where  our  start  was  to 
be  made,  and  in  all  our  ancient  garb  and 
equipment  were,  in  "  a  wee  bit  o'  time," 
snugly  packed  on  a  big  roomy  truck 
and  rolled  away  to  the  cozy,  sleepy  Iowa, 
which  we  had  planned  to  infest  for  half 
a  week. 

Our  camp  was  on  the  edge  of  a  clear- 
ing, and  supper  was  eaten  beneath  the 
fantastic  tapestry  our  camp  fire  flung, 
now  with  weird  splendor,  and  now  with 
eerie  delicate  tracing,  on  the  wall  of 
straight  gray  trunks  and  sleepy  leaves 
about  us.  The  water  rippled  and  sung 
below  us,  and  out  on  the  sandy  curve  of 


the  river  bend  our  canoes,  three  shad- 
owy forms,  were  sleeping. 

Out  across  the  river  the  owls  were 
hooting,  and  now  and  then  the  whip- 
poor-wills  called  musically  to  one  an- 
other through  the  darkness,  as  the  three 
tired  tramps  rolled  snugly  in  their 
blankets  and  went  where  the  weary  are 
at  rest,  for  a  night  at  least. 

Did  you  ever  lie  half  awake  after  the 
first  night  in  camp,  with  the  gray  tent 
over  you  barely  aglow  with  the  sun's 
curious  glances,  with  scores  of  phoebe 
birds  plaintively  whistling  their  calls 
all  through  the  moist  still  woods,  with 
all  the  world  stretching  for  its  morning 
waking?  You  wish  those  sordid-mind- 
ed fellows  would  lie  there  and  sleep  all 
day,  but  we  must  get  breakfast  and  be 
off. 

By  the  time  the  ripples  are  laughing 
in  the  sun,  camp  is  struck  and  we  are 
off  down-stream  through  the  refreshing 
green  coolness.  First  in  line  goes  the 
Artist,  the  Lawyer  loafs  along  behind 
him,  and  away  in  the  rear  toils  the 
Engineer  with  his  heavier  craft,  round- 
ing one  bend  just  in  time  to  see  the 
widening  ripples  from  the  Lawyer's 
paddle  break  on  the  curve  ahead. 

The  Artist  finds  the  heat  too  much  for 
him,  and  as  he  ''  never  sunburns "  he 
dons  a  light  rowing  jersey  and  swings 
away  with  his  tireless  sweep,  and  his 
great  muscles  rising  and  falling,  till  we, 
too,  wish  we  might  make  as  strong  a 
picture.  But,  alas,  that  night  in  camp 
the  athlete's  arms  and  neck  are  strange- 
ly red,  and  he  insists  on  occupying  one 
whole  side  of  the  tent  in  solitude.  We 
don't  think  it  is  sunburn,  of  course,  but 
we  are  compelled  to  wonder  why  said 
athlete  appears  for  the  rest  of  the  cruise 
in  a  roomy  shirt  instead  of  the  jersey. 

It  may  at  times  become  uncomfort- 
ably warm  on  a  wood-lined  stream  out 
here  in  Iowa,  even  in  April,  and  we  are 
not  averse  to  taking  a  good  long  rest  on 
the  rich  grass  through  the  middle  of  the 
day.  We  do  nothing,  say  nothing,  and 
think  nothing  until  the  shadows  point 
insistently  down-stream  and  beckon  us 
on  our  way. 

Once  we  passed  four  stolid  Dutch 
Communists  plodding  along  the  bank, 
with  their  clumsy  oxen  and  lumbering 


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wagon,  out  for  a  load  of  wood.  The 
surprise  in  their  great  calm  faces  upon 
our  appearance  moved  us  to  treat  them 
to  a  real  old  University  yell,  and  as  the 
kindly  brutes  under  the  great  yoke 
turn  their  surprised  eyes  in  our  direc- 
tion, the  three  lunatics  drift  away 
around  the  bend  and  are  lost. 

We  camped  that  night  in  the  late 
dusk,  and  lingered  over  our  supper  till 
at  last  the  embers  of  the  fire  drew  their 
gray  blankets  about  them  and  drowsed 
off  to  sleep,  and  the  clear  stars  looked 
down  upon  the  group  of  good  fellows 
by  the  shadowy  tent.  Long  we  lay 
there  in  the  silence  and  drank  deeply  of 
the  cup  which  good  old  Mother  Nature 
ever  holds  out  to  us,  worshipers  at  her 
shrine. 

The  sun  waked  us  the  next  morning 
and  the  Artist  showed  another  of  the 
many  sides  to  his  nature,  the  inventive 
and  labor-saving  one  this  time.  He 
cleaned  our  encrusted  fry  -  pan  with 
burning  kerosene.  The  result  was  first- 
class,  but  we  thanked  him  by  compel- 
ling him  to  wash  all  the  morning  uten- 
sils in  the  intervals  of  his  running  up 
and  down  the  beach  to  warm  his  shapely 
limbs.  Wet  sand,  thrown  by  lusty  arms, 
is  a  most  effective  persuader  when  a 
fellow  hasn't  finished  his  morning  dip, 
and  our  "  Light  Running  Domestic  " 
realized  the  fact  and  submitted  to  his 
fate. 

When  breakfast  was  over  and  duffie 
stowed,  the  sun  was  looking  broad  over 
the  tree-tops  at  us,  no  doubt  expecting 
to  see  us  miles  down  the  river  by  this 
time.  But  the  laziness  of  spring  was  in 
our  veins  and  we  loafed  along  all  day, 
except  when  a  barbed  -  wire  fence, 
stretched  low  over  a  swift  reach  of 
water,  gave  us  each  a  bad  scare,  a  sud- 
den tussle,  and  even  a  few  nasty  cuts 
as  we  charged  in  succession  unwarily 
upon  it. 

The  Artist  bore  the  gun,  and  several 
times,  as  the  silent  hull  of  his  flying 
craft  dropped  around  a  bend  of  the 
stream,  did  the  gun's  quick  flash  and 
roar  answer  to  the  challenging  wings 
hurrying  from  the  startled  surface  of 
the  river,  and  we  feasted  well  on  duck 
that  night.  True,  the  Engineer  wasn't 
a  shining  success  as  a  cook,  but  he  in- 
sisted that  he  was,  and  although  the 
string  which  he  utilized  for  a  spit  fre- 
quently burned  through  and  dropped 
the  duck  into  the  fire,  we  found  that  we 


could  commence  on  the  inside  and  eat 
to  the  outer  casing  of  the  resulting 
product,  and  manage  to  taste  the  game 
flavor. 

We  pitched  our  tent  at  the  romantic 
State  quarries,  below  an  old  brush  dam, 
through  the  break  of  which  we  ran  by 
moonlight ;  and  just  as  we  finished  our 
hearty  meal  a  few  scattering  rain  drops 
from  the  gathering  clouds  warned  us 
into  the  shelter,  and  the  later  downpour 
lulled  us,  contented  and  warm,  to  sleep. 
But  alack,  our  canvas  had  been  drawn 
too  taut,  and  about  2  a.m.  our  stakes 
gave  way  \inder  the  strain,  and  while 
two  of  us  woke  in  a  smother  of  wet  can- 
vas, the  Artist  was  left  stranded  outside 
in  the  rain,  yelling  for  help  until  he 
wisely  concluded  to  help  himself. 

Fortune,  that  patron  saint  and  patient 
guide  of  canoeists,  favored  us  this  time 
in  pitching  those  clumsy  folds  in  the 
rain  and  dark  ;  and  we  slept  through 
the  storm  till  morning  broke,  and  we 
heard  the  swift  brown  flood  of  the 
river  cheerily  singing  to  us  through  the 
trees. 

The  genial  Artist  made  his  appear- 
ance in  a  new  role,  and  fascinated  us  for 
part  of  a  second  by  trying  frantically  to 
keep  on  the  upper  side  of  his  rolling 
canoe,  which  needed  a  wash  -  down. 
There  was  no  fascination  in  it  for  him, 
however,  as  he  dolefully  swam  ashore  in 
six  feet  of  water  instead  of  the  expected 
two  feet. 

All  day  we  swung  along  on  the  yel- 
low flood  toward  home,  dined  at  the 
Turkey  Creek  Bluffs,  and  rested  at  But- 
ler's Landing  during  a  smart  shower; 
and  at  last,  just  as  the  famous  old  al- 
chemist was  touching  with  magic  finger 
the  great  gray  robes  of  the  sunset  sky, 
we  glided  in  single  silent  file  alongside 
the  dock — our  cruise  over. 

An  inspection  of  our  commissary 
showed  one  dry  slice  of  rye  bread  and 
half  a  tallow  candle,  and  only  too  glad 
were  we  that  our  load  was  no  heavier  as 
we  tramped  the  long  hill  home. 

That  early  cruise  was  our  last  to- 
gether. One  of  that  jolly  company  now 
paddles  on  the  quiet,  happy  river  where 
all  canoes  carry  double.  Another  is 
within  sight  of  the  beckoning  leaves 
along  its  peaceful  banks,  and  the  third 
can  but  let  his  fancy  float  with  the 
smoke-wreaths  from  his  pipe  away  to 
the  soothing  memories  and  pleasant  as- 
sociations of  those  days  of  old. 


HOW   THI 


BY  WILLIAM    BLEASDELL  CAMERON. 


Should  you  ask  me,  whence  these  stories, 
Whence  these  legends  and  traditions. 
With  the  odors  of  the  forest. 
With  the  dew  and  damp  of  meadows, 
With  the  curling  smoke  of  wigwams    .    .    . 
I  should  answer,  I  should  tell  you. 

— Longfellow. 

AT  Victoria,  on  the  Saskatchewan, 
our  ways  first  ran  together,  sea- 
sons past.  He  was  returning 
to  his  home  at  Saddle  Lake 
with  his  black  flour  from  the  old  water- 
mill  on  the  creek  there,  which  wrought 
only  when  it  had  a  deluge,  during  the 
spring  freshet.  I  was  guessing  my  way 
down  the  Saskatchewan  through  a  re- 
gion— new  to  me  —  of  majestic  hills, 
blue,  sedge -girt  lakes,  emerald  bluff 
and  sweeping  plain,  tumbling  stream 
and  rugged  ravine. 

The  companionship  of  a  native  who 
knew  the  country  was  a  thing  desirable  ; 
and  the  more,  therefore,  I  felicitated 
myself  over  his  being  so  enlightened 
and  entertaining  a  fellow-wayfarer  as 
was  Meeminooke. 

Stretched  in  the  genial  glow  of  our 
poplar  camp-fire,  on  the  soft,  luxuri- 
ant carpet  of  the  prairie,  late  into  the 
night  we  lay,  smoking  and  swallowing 
occasional  copious  draughts  of  strong 
black  tea  out  of  the  sooty,  copper,  two- 
quart  pail.     And  Meeminooke 

"  Fought  all  his  battles  o'er  again  ; 
And  thrice  he  routed  all  his  foes, 
And  thrice  he  slew  the  slain  ;" 

raced  and  winged  his  lance-head  arrows 
among  seas  of  earth-quaking  bison,  and 
— sinking  his  naturally  melodious  voice 
almost  to  a  whisper — recounted  weird, 
horrible  tales  of  cannibalistic  weetigoes, 
the  mystery  of  the  dread  Thunder  Bird, 
and  the  wild,  fanciful,  legendary  lore  of 
Weesahkeechak,  or  The  Old  Man  who 
built  the  Ark. 

"  Ah, .  Brother  ;  that  was  a  time  to 
live !  "  he  said  mournfully,  in  his  flow- 
ing Cree  tongue,  and  grave,  deliberate 
way,  while  he  raked  a  glowing  coal  out 
of  the  fire  and  placed  it  upon  his  pipe  ; 
"when  the  buffalo  were  like  the  grass 
for  number,  and  their  tread  shook  the 
earth  with  the  thunder  as  of  a  mighty 
torrentj  so  that,  with  your  ear  to  the 


ground,  you  might  not  sleep.  ...  A 
time  for  feasting  and  for  fighting — a 
time  to  make  men — warriors  !  .  .  . 
'Whs!  there  are  no  men  now  —  all 
women,  except,  here  and  there,  one  of 
the  old  eagles  of  our  nation.  A  few 
more  snows,  and  they,  too,  will  be  gone 
— gone,  like  the  days  for  which  we  sor- 
row ;  they  will  follow  on  the  lonely, 
naked  trail  of  the  buffalo  !  "  And  he 
waved  a, wreath  of  smoke  off  into  the 
night  with  his  hand,  and  gazed  long  and 
gloomily  up  at  the  silent  stars. 

"  I  have  heard,  Meeminooke,"  I  said 
at  length,  "  that  all  your  Indian  nations 
have  a  story  of  the  Flood  and  the  Ark — 
the  big  boat ;  is  it  so  ? " 

He  turned  from  his  sombre  thoughts  ; 
and  when  he  spoke  again  it  was  in  a 
more  cheerful  tone. 

"  Yes  ;  we  have  a  tradition.  I  will 
tell  you,"  he  said  : 

"  Your  Christian  religion  teaches  that 
it  was  the  o-viay-may — the  wild  pigeon, 
or  dove,  as  you  name  it — which  your 
Noah  sent  out  to  find  the  land.  Now, 
our  tradition,  coming  down  from  father 
to  father  and  father — many,  many  times 
— from  tongue  to  tongue — says  it  was 
the  vmskrat  Weesahkeechak  dispatched. 
This  seems  better  ;  for  your  dove,  O 
Brother,  is  but  a  timid  bird  ;  while  the 
muskrat — why — is  he  not  brave  ?  And 
his  home  is  built  in  the  water  ! 

"  When  he  came  the  second  time  he 
brought  between  his  two  little  front 
paws  a  bit  of  mud — earth,  you  see — with 
which  he  plasters  his  house  ;  so  there 
could  be  no  mistake  ;  not  a  leaf,  which 
might  have  floated — floated  long.' 

"  You  reason  hard,  O  Brother,"  I  an- 
swered, nodding  deferentially. 

"  Let  me  tell  you  something  more  of 
Weesahkeechak,"  he  went  on,  after  a 
pause, with  a  slight  smile;  "  something  at 
which  you  may  laugh,  probably — after 
the  fashion  of  the  white  men — because 
it  is  the  tradition  of  The  People  (as  we 
call  ourselves) ;  and  you  are  wise — you 
white-skins. 

"  Weesahkeechak,  then,  you  know,  was 
king  of  all  beasts  and  living  things. 
Well  ;  you  have  shot  the  water-hen  ? 
You  have  seen  how  she  flies — fluttering, 


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splashing  along  the  water,  as  from  a 
weak  back — not  rising  gracefully  into 
the  air,  like  the  duck  ?  And  that  her 
eyes  are  red  ?     Good. 

"  One  afternoon  Weesahkeechak  came 
to  the  rim  of  a  wood-girt  lake — not  a 
very  large  one.  He  was  hungry — ah,  so 
hungry !  On  the  breast  of  the  lake 
ducks,  geese,  and  water-hens,  fat  and 
lazy,  paddled  in  hundreds. 

" '  How  !  How  !  N'  Ta-waJi-seevi-suk!  ' 
(My  Children !)  cried  Weesahkeechak 
to  them.  '  Listen  to  me  !  To-night  I 
give  a  dance.  Here,  in  the  wood,  close 
to  the  shore,  I  have  set  up  my  lodge.  I 
wish  you  all,  when  the  darkness  falls,  to 
come.' 

"  They  all  said  they  would  surely  be 
there  ;  and  Weesahkeechak  went  to  his 
lodge  to  make  his  plans  for  receiving 
them. 

"  First  he  got  together  a  good  pile  of 
wood.  Next  he  made  a  bright  fire  in  the 
center  of  the  lodge,  filled  his  large  kettle 
with  water  and  set  it  over  the  blaze. 
Then  he  sat  down — to  wet  and  work  his 
hungry  lips,  and  wait. 

"  He  had  not  long.  Soon  it  was  dark, 
and  in  came  the  guests  in  a  body. 

'' '  A/i-/ia,  my  Children  !  '  —  so  he 
greeted  them — '  a/i-Aa,  aJi-ha  I  Glad  to 
see  you,  my  Children,'  shaking  them  by 
the  foot  or  bill ;  '  very  glad  i  Hope 
you'll  enjoy  yourselves.  Be  seated — be 
seated  ;  take  your  places  round  the  tent 
and  the  dance  shall  begin.  Our  Brother, 
the  Wolf,  will  supply  the  music.  See  ! 
After,  we  will  have  something  to  eat — 
the  fire  burns  bright,  the  pot  bubbles — 
I  have  not  forgotten  that  you  have  gul- 
lets.' 

"  They  gave  an  approving  sniff,  and 
waddled  to  the  posts  appointed  them. 
(They  did  not,  however,  detect  any  odor 
which  whet  their  gizzards.  Doubtless, 
though,  they  thought  all  was  right.  The 
other  creatures,  which,  like  man,  breathe, 
are  probably — like  him — also  careless, 
my  Brother,  when  chasing  pleasure.) 

"  *  Now  my  Children,  I  see  you  are  all 
ready,'  went  on  Weesahkeechak,  '  and 
we  will  call  for  the  music.  I  must  tell 
you,  though,  that  because  we  have  no 
place  apart  for  supper,  3^ou  must  all 
close  your  eyes.  ...  I  have  a  little 
surprise  waiting  for  you,  he  added,  with 
a  hungry  chuckle  and  a  peculiar  gleam 
in  his  eyes.     .     .     . 

*^' Hoy  ah!' 

**  At  once  fhe  music  burst  forth — on 


the  outside  of  the  tent — a  full  chorus  ; 
and  the  dance  began  ! 

"Of  course  each  stood  in  one  spot, 
bobbing  up  and  down,  as  our  women 
do  in  our  tea  -  dances,  my  Brother. 
Weesahkeechak  watched  thein  out  of 
his  fox-like  eyes,  and  when  they  had 
got  well  into  the  spring  of  it,  reached 
over  and  seized  a  goose  by  the  neck. 

"  '  AJi-uk  !  '  croaked  the  goose,  as  he 
gave  the  neck  a  sharp  wrench  between 
his  fingers  and  dropped  her  into  the  pot. 

"  ^  Ah-qui-see  !  aJi-qiti-see  !  '  (That's  it 
— that's  the  way  !)  cried  Weesahkee- 
chak in  return,  encouragingly. 

"  And  the  dancers  (with  their  eyes 
shut,  you  know)  thought  their  move- 
ments excited  praise  and  admiration, 
and  increased  their  efforts. 

"  '  Qu-a-a-ack !  '  went  a  big  green- 
headed  drake,  as  his  neck  flew  out  of 
gear  with  a  sudden  twist,  and  he  tumbled, 
toes  upward,  into  the  foaming  bath. 

"  '  Ah-qiii-see  !  ah-qid-see  !  '  again 
called  the  Old  Man,  and  faster  and  yet 
more  intent,  up  and  down,  bobbed  the 
dancers. 

"  '  Quack  !  '  went  another  duck  ; 
^  Ah-tik  / '  another  goose,  and  again 
rang  out  the  Old  Man's  voice,  with  a 
hint,  however,  in  its  tone,  of  cruel  exul- 
tation, which  caused  a  water-hen  to 
open  her  eyes,  just  at  the  instant  he 
caught  her  mate  by  the  throttle  ! 

"  The  fire  shone  in  that  water-hen"s 
eyes  very  strongly^  my  Brother.     .     .     . 

"  '  He  is  killing  us  ;  he  will  eat  us  all  ! ' 
she  cried,  in  a  note  of  warning  and 
alarm. 

"  Every  eye  opened ;  every  wing 
spread  for  the  door.  The  water-hen  was 
the  last  to  reach  it.  As  she  did  so,  Wee- 
sahkeechak raised  his  foot,  and  with  a 
curse  between  his  teeth,  caught  her 
squarely  on  his  toe,  just  above  the  tail, 
breaking  her  back. 

"  And  so  you  see  she  wears  a  hump 
to  this  day,  and  flaps  awkwardly  along 
the  breast  of  the  water.  And  her  eyes 
are  red  ! " 

"Of  a  truth  it  is  even  as  you  say, 
O  Meeminooke,"  I  assented,  in  a  tone 
to  convey  my  belief  that  The  People's 
tradition  accounting  for  the  peculiar- 
ities in  the  physique  and  general  style 
of  the  water-^hen,  was  convincing  be- 
yond argument. 

Then  we  knocked  the  ashes  out  of 
our  pipes,  and  each  turned  under  his 
respective  blanket. 


BY   ED.  W.    SANDYS. 


MOST  Sportsmen  are  sufficiently 
in  love  with  their  craft  to  de- 
sire to  preserve  a  few  of  the 
finer  specimens  of  game  which 
fall  to  their  skill.  Indeed,  the  majority 
of  sportsmen  possess  more  or  less  of  a 
museum  of  such  specimens.  Moreover, 
in  nine  cases  out  of  ten  the  specimens 
are  unworthy  of  a  place  in  the  house  of 
a  man  with  any  pretensions  to  good 
taste,  or  to  even  a  rudimentary  knowl- 
edge of  taxidermy  and  natural  history. 
Why  this   should  be   so  may  be  ex- 


plained by  the  fact  that  only  a  very 
small  proportion  of  the  men  who  con- 
stantly shoot  for  pleasure  ever  advance 
beyond  what  I  may  term  the  killing 
stage  of  sportsmanship.  In  this  coun- 
try (and  the  same  holds  good  of  other 
and  older  countries  !)  are  thousands  of 
men  who  know  all  that  sportsmen  need 
know  about  powders,  loading,  game, 
and  shooting.  Experience  has  taught 
them  enough  about  the  haunts  and  hab- 
its of  game,  during  the  open  seasons, 
to  enable  them  to  make  good  bags,  and 


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the  same  practical  instructor  has  made 
them  cunning-  in  field  tactics.  In  other 
words,  there  are  thousands  of  men  who 
can  kill  a  fair  proportion  of  their  birds, 
who  can  make  a  fairish  attempt  at 
handling  a  dog  in  the  field,  who  can, 
perhaps,  even  attain  a  moderate  amount 
of  success  in  training  dogs  that  are 
more  or  less  natural  workers,  but  there 
their  sportsmanship  ends. 

It  is  not  my  purpose  to  criticise  these 
men,  or  their  lack  of  knowledge  of 
what  may  be  termed  the  broader  field 
of  sportsmanship.  Many  of  them  are 
staunch  upholders  of  the  game-laws ; 
they  kill  game  by  sportsmanlike  meth- 
ods during  lawful  seasons,  and  for  pleas- 
ure, not  for  profit  —  hence,  they  are 
sportsmen  ;  but  they  are  not  accom- 
plished sportsmen,  at  least  not  as  I 
should  interpret  the  term. 

This  statement  may  suggest  the  ques- 
tion, "  What  is  an  accomplished  sports- 
man ? " 

In  my  humble  opinion,  too  few  sports- 
men attempt  to  master  what  may  be 
termed  the  accoinplishments  of  the 
craft— too  few  are  sufficiently  interested 
in  what  lies  beyond,  and  I  may  say 
above,  the  killing  stage,  i.  e.,  that  point 
which  has  been  reached  when  a  man  is 
spoken  of  as  a  "good  shot." 

You  may  ask  "  What  is  a  sportsman  ? " 
as  you  might  ask  "  What  is  an  artist  ?  " 
The  man  who  can  paint  a  picture  of  a 
pointing  dog  sufficiently  well  to  please 
men  who  know  all  about  dogs  most  as- 
suredly is  an  artist,  but  if  in  a  picture 
of,  say,  quail  shooting,  he  introduces 
cover,  foliage,  or  a  type  of  country  in 
which  quail  are  not  found,  he  is  not  an 
accomplished  artist,  or,  at  least,  he  will 
not  be  declared  so  by  men  who  know 
about  quail  as  well  as  about  dogs.  I 
believe  that  a  celebrated  artist  once 
painted  an  anchor  floating  ;  if  so,  I  do 
not  believe  that  a  sailor-man  would  give 
a  quid  of  tobacco  for  the  picture. 

In  criticising  the  artist's  picture  of 
the  dog,  an  expert  would  say  that  the 
artist  knew  dogs,  but  that  he  did  not 
know  quail  as  he  should. 

How  is  it  with  sportsmen  ?  How  many 
have  mastered  all  the  interesting  de- 
tails of  sport  ;  of  the  ways  and  game 
of  marsh  and  forest  and  field  during  the 
close  (not  the  open)  season,  of  migra- 
tions, breeding,  and  the  like  ?  Do  not 
be  afraid  of  all  speaking  at  once — the 
clamor  will  not  be  deafening. 


Yet,  these  things  all  belong  to  sports- 
manship, as  I  translate  it,  and  should 
be  worthy  of  places  in  the  general 
knowledge  of  an  accomplished  sports- 
man. As  the  accomplished  artist  should 
be  master  of  detail,  so  should  the  sports- 
man be  thoroughly  informed  in  all 
minor  matters  which  bear  upon  his 
amusement.  The  man  who  never  rises 
above  the  killing  stage  misses  much  of 
the  most  enjoyable  and  satisfying  attri- 
butes of  sport,  for  in  the  thorough  mas- 
tery of  details  lies  the  really  enduring 
pleasure.  Moreover,  I  have  found  that, 
as  a  rule,  the  better  informed  a  sports- 
man is,  the  less  game  he  kills — not  be- 
cause learning  interferes  with  his  skill, 
but  rather  that  he  has  learned  enough 
not  to  kill  too  much. 

My  ideal  sportsman — and  we  find 
him  here  and  there — is  the  man  who 
has  outgrown  the  desire  to  make  big 
bags,  who  has  passed  the  point  when 
pleasure  is  measured  by  the  pile  of 
dead,  who  has  educated  himself  till  he 
has  risen  above  the  selfishness  of  mere 
slaughter,  and  who  has  grown  to  con- 
sider rod  and  gun  as  accessories  to, 
rather  than  essentials  of,  pleasure  afield. 
Such  a  man's  path  winds  through 
places  so  pleasant  that  he  never  wearies 
of  them,  and  his  game-bag-  grows 
lighter  as  his  understanding  of  nature 
broadens.  He  becomes  more  naturalist 
than  sportsman  (in  the  ordinary  accept- 
ance of  that  term),  and,  while  he  prob- 
ably is  an  excellent  shot,  the  very 
knowledge  of  his  ability  to  kill  when 
he  so  desires  tempers  his  eagerness  to 
do  so. 

Imagine  a  man  of  ripened  experience, 
who  is  an  expert  with  gun,  rifle  and 
rod ;  who  can  construct  any  style  of 
camp,  is  at  home  at  paddle  or  on  port- 
age, a  master  of  trapping  ;  who  can  tie 
his  own  flies,  mount  his  own  specimens, 
paint  truthful  portraits  of  bird  and 
beast,  train  his  dogs,  imitate  the  call  of 
any  game  creature  so  as  to  deceive  the 
creature  itself,  identify  any  species  in 
any  state  of  plumage,  correctly  describe 
its  migrations,  habits,  food,  breeding 
place,  and  so  on,  who  is  likely  to  be 
something  of  a  geologist  and  a  botanist, 
and  a  sharp  in  woodcraft ;  and  then  say 
whether  that  man's  enjoyment  of  sport 
is  likely  to  be  superior  or  inferior  to 
that  of  the  man  who  never  rises  above 
the  killing  stage. 

This  is  the  accomplished  sportsman, 


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and  while  the  list  of  his  accomplish- 
ments may  appear  rather  formidable, 
it,  with  the  exception  of  painting,  con- 
tains nothing-  which  any  intelligent  man 
cannot  attain  within  ten  or  fifteen  sea- 
sons of  careful  observation  and  study. 
A  course  of  reading  of  standard  works  ; 
many  trips  afield  with  the  glass  in 
preference  to  the  gun  ;  more  hunting 
for  information  and  less  killing  for  mere 
gratification,  would  soon  broaden  many 
of  our  sportsmen  until  they  became  fit 
to  qualify  for  the  higher  class.  Doctors 
and  lawyers  know  much  more  than  this 
of  their  professions.  By  a  concentra- 
tion of  eifort  they  master  a  host  of  de- 
tails in  a  few  years,  and  then  broaden 
their  views  and  discover  new  facts  by 
the  aid  of  experience.  The  sportsman, 
being  in  quest  of  pleasure,  has  no  need 
to  push  matters,  yet  he  should  follow 
something  of  the  methods  of  the  more 
earnest  students,  at  least  enough  to 
properly  ground  him  in  the  knowledge 
of  his  craft,  for  anything  that  is  worth 
doing  at  all  is  worth  doing  thoroughly 
and  well. 

Because  I  prize  a  fine  specimen  of 
my  own  killing  and  mounting  more 
than  a  dozen  put  up  to  order  by 
a  professional  taxidermist,  and  be- 
cause any  sportsman  may  become  his 
own  taxidermist,  are  my  reasons  why 
taxidermy  should  rank  among  the 
accomplishments  of  a  true  lover  of 
sport.  It  is  a  simple  art,  too,  up  to  a 
certain  stage,  and  much  of  it  may  be 
mastered  by  any  one  who  ranks  among 
his  possessions  a  small  stock  of  patience 
and  perseverance. 

Not  so  long  ago  the  taxidermist  was 
regarded  with  a  slight  feeling  of  awe. 
To  many  he  was  a  rather  uncanny 
person,  one  possessed  of  at  least  pe- 
culiar powers,  who  performed  some- 
thing akin  to  miracles  with  dead  things. 
If  he  were  not  a  bit  of  a  wizard,  he 
was  queer — in  plain  North  American, 
people  didn't  understand  him,  therefore 
he  was  open  to  suspicion.  This  popular 
delusion  was  merely  a  result  of  ignor- 
ance, for.  there  is  neither  mystery  nor 
hanky-panky  business  connected  with 
taxidermy.  To  tell  the  truth,  its  old- 
fashioned  exponent  in  nine  cases  out  of 
ten  was  an  old  duffer  almost  as  ignorant 
of  what  he  was  trying  to  do  as  were  the 
folk  who  misunderstood  his  little  game. 

If  by  their  works  we  shall  know  them, 
the    old    school    of    taxidermists  were 


indeed  a  rum  lot.  Their  works  are  still 
to  be  seen  in  old-fashioned  homes,  whose 
owners  may  perhaps  boast  of  their 
collections  of  birds.  Such  birds!  Cari- 
catures, crowded  into  absurd  cases, 
twisted  into  impossible  positions  in  or- 
der that  certain  showy  plumage  may 
be  unnaturally  displayed;  non-perching 
birds  very,  defiantly  posed  upon  twigs, 
perching  birds  upon  ground  or  rocks, 
the  whole  surrounded  by  a  nightmare 
of  gaudy  leaves  and  dyed  grasses,  the 
like  of  which  nature  knows  better  than 
to  produce.  Such  "work  is  not  taxi- 
dermy— the  specimens  are  stuffed,  and 
they  look  it.  They  are  a  reproach  to 
all  who  know  anything  of  bird-life,  and 
they  are  only  worthy  of  the  torch. 

The  broad  difference  between  the 
methods  of  the  ancient  "  stuffer "  and 
those  of  the  modern  scientific  taxi- 
dermist will  be  at  once  noticed  by  those 
who  visit  our  fine  Museum  of  Natural 
History.  In  that  magnificent  collection 
the  old  and  the  new  are  displayed  side 
by  side,  and  the  specimens  include  many 
of  the  best  and  a  number  of  the  worst 
examples  of  taxidermy  proper  and  of 
"  stuffing  "  to  be  found. 

The  new  work,  from  moose  to  mouse, 
is  a  marvel  of  knowledge,  skill  and  taste 
— the  older  specimens  are  abominably 
bad,  but  they  at  least  serve  the  good 
purpose  of  bringing  the  merit  of  the 
better  ones  into  sharper  relief.  In  time, 
the  talented  gentlemen  in  charge  of  the 
museum  will  remedy  the  present  short- 
comings, and  then  we  shall  have  a 
collection  that  will  be  a  thing  of  beauty, 
a  joy  forever,  an  invaluable  educator 
and  a  boon  to  artists  and  students. 

Fine  as  is  the  taxidermy  of  the 
museum,  the  clever  amateur  need  not 
despair  of  reaching  its  high  standard  as 
far  as  the  smaller  specimens  are  con- 
cerned. The  mounting  of  anything  more 
than  a  large  head  or  of  a  creature  larger 
than  a  lynx  had  best  be  left  to  profes- 
sionals and  specialists.  Big  jobs  require 
too  much  time  and  trouble  to  insure 
good  results. 

As  evidence  of  what  an  amateur  can 
accomplish,  I  introduce  photographs  of 
some  cases  included  in  our  hoine  col- 
lection. Most  of  the  specimens  were 
mounted  by  my  father,  the  late  Arch- 
deacon Sandys.  He  loved  birds  and 
knew  them  as  few  men  not  making  a 
specialty  of  ornithology  do.  His  tax- 
idermy was  self-taught,  and  one  proof 


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of  its  excellence  lies  in  the  fact  that  the 
photos  show  a  number  of  birds  which 
were  mounted  more  than  thirty  years 
ago. 

My  own  knowledge  of  the  art  was 
acquired  while  watching  him  at  work, 
iioy-like,  I  felt  called  upon  to  do  what 
others  did ;  and  I  think  one  of  the  proud- 
est moments 
of  my  juve- 
nile days  was 
when,  after 
bitter  disap- 
pointments, I 
at  last  won  ap- 
proval with  a 
bird  that  was 
deemed  fit  for 
a  position  in 
one  of  the 
cases  shown. 

Since  that 
memorable 
day  I  h  ave 
mounted  hun- 
dreds of  spe- 
cimens, and  I 
the  art  has 
lost  noneof  its 
fascination. 
My  greatest 
successes 
have  been 
with  game 
birds,  in 
groups  and 
singly,  and 
these  I  rec- 
ommend m  y 
readers  to 
turn  to,  not 
solelybecause 
they  may  be 
made  beauti- 
ful while  be- 
ing easier 
tasks  than 
many  others, 
but  rather 
that  the  kill- 
ing of  song- 
birds and  useful  helpers  is  something 
of  which  I  do  not  approve. 

For  the  first  steps  in  amateur  taxi- 
dermy let  us  go  to  the  dead  bird  as  it 
lies  where  it  fell  in  the  field.  Our  bird 
may  be  a  finer  specimen  than  the  aver- 
age of  its  kind — the  very  bird  that  a 
sportsman  would  like  to  preserve.  The 
proper   care   of   a   freshly  killed  speci- 


men  may  save   a  lot   of  trouble  later 
on. 

If  one  be  shooting  from  a  boat  or 
blind,  it  is  a  simple  matter  to  smooth 
the  feathers  of  the  bird  and  lay  it  away 
where  it  may  become  cold  and  stiff,  but 
the  collector  is  not  always  in  a  boat  or 
blind.    In  a  pocket  of  my  shooting  coat 

I  usually  car- 
ry a  f  old  ed 
sheet  of 
strong  brown 
paper  and  a 
handful  of 
cotton  bat- 
ting. It  is  ini- 
por tant  to 
plug  the  nos- 
trils and  fill 
the  mouth  of 
the  bird  with 
the  batting, 
as  this  pre- 
vents any  es- 
cape of  blood 
or  other  fluid, 
which  might 
injure  the 
plumage.  Af- 
ter smoothing 
all  feathers  I 
make  a  cornu- 
copia of  the 
paper,  and 
drop  the  bird 
in  headfore- 
most. If  I  in- 
tend to  repass 
thespotwhere 
the  bird  is 
killed,  I  place 
the  body  in 
some  safe 
place  for  the 
time,  but,  if 
occasion  de- 
mands, one  or 
more  speci- 
mens may,  by 
theexerciseof 
a  little  care, 
be  safely  carried  in  the  coat.  My  regular 
collecting  box  is  a  small  wooden  affair, 
which  contains  plenty  of  paper  and 
batting.  It  also  has  a  strap  by  which 
it  is  hung,  creel-fashion,  over  the 
shoulder.  This  is  an  excellent  con- 
trivance. 

Before  going  further,  let  me  say  that 
I    do  not   believe   in   bothering  over  a 


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37 


bird  much  torn  by  shot,  unless  the  bird 
in  question  be  an  unusually  fine  or  rare 
specimen.  In  such  a  case  the  shot- 
holes  should  be  plug-ged  with  batting 
to  prevent  further  escape  of  blood. 
The  novice,  however,  will  be  wise  if  he 
devotes  himself  only  to  those  subjects 
that  have  been  hit  by  but  a  few  pel- 
lets. To  kill  a 
wounded  bird 
pinch  the  sides 
of  the  bird  un- 
der the  wings 
with  the  thumb 
and  forefinger. 
This  compress- 
es the  lungs 
and  causes  as 
speedy  and 
painless  a 
death  as  possi- 
ble without  in- 
juring bones 
or  plumage. 
Never  knock  a 
bird  on  the 
head,  as  this  is 
almost  certain 
to  damage  the 
skull  (which  is 
wanted  intact), 
or  to  loosen 
feathers. 

To  avoid  pos- 
sible complica- 
tions, let  me 
say  that  the 
finishing  pro- 
cess described 
maybe  omitted 
in  the  case  of 
a  hawk  or  an 
owl,  or  any 
other  bird 
equipped  with 
too  much  claw 
or  beak.  If  the 
reader  desires 
to  learn  why, 
he  may  either 
tryit,oraskPat, 
who  wounded 

an  owl  and  said,  "  Oi'U  jist  tickle  de  sowl 
av  his  little  saft  fut  an'  infarm  meself  av 
he's  ded  orf  oolin'."  He  wasn't  quite  dead. 

The  second  step  in  taxidermy  includes 
the  important  process  of  removing  the 
skin.  This,  although  requiring  care 
and  patience,  is  not  so  difficult  as  many 
people  deem  it.     I  should  say  that  an 


ordinarily  bright  beginner  might  learn 
to  correctly  skin  a  bird  in  three  or  four 
attempts. 

For  the  initial  effort  you  will  require 
a  bird  (a  quail  is  very  easy  to  skin,  and 
may  be  bought  or  shot),  a  scalpel  or  a 
pocket-knife  with  a  small  sharp  blade, 
a  handful  of  cotton   batting,  a  handful 

of  fine  ashes 
or  plaster  of 
Paris,  a  sheet 
of  brown  paper 
or  newspaper, 
and  a  conven- 
ienttable.This 
simple  outfit  is 
all  that  is  re- 
quired for  the 
skinning, 
which  must  be 
thoroughly 
mastered  be- 
fore one  can 
hope  to  be 
successful  at 
mounting  and 
finishing  a  spe- 
cimen. Other 
tools  needful 
for  mounting 
will  be  consid- 
ered later  on. 

To  skin  the 
bird :  First 
carefully  plug 
thenostrilsand 
fill  the  mouth 
with  batting  ; 
next  pass  a 
needle  and 
stout  thread 
through  the 
nostrils  and  tie 
the  mouth 
shut;  then  cut 
free  the  nee- 
dle, leaving  a 
few  inches  of 
thread  attach- 
ed to  the  bill. 
This  thread 
will  prove  use- 
ful before  the  skinning  is  completed. 

Next  spread  the  wings  to  their  full 
extent  and  press  them  back  until  they 
touch;  manipulate  the  legs  until  they 
freel)'"  move  in  any  natural  direction. 
This  is  done  to  overcome  all  contraction 
of  the  muscles.  Your  paper,  ashes,  et- 
cetera, are  supposed  to  be  ready.     Now 


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lay  the  bird  upon  its  back  on  the  paper, 
its  head  toward  your  left  hand  as  you 
sit.  With  the  thumb  and  forefinger  of 
the  left  hand  part  the  feathers  of  the 
breast  directly  above  the  keel  of  the 
breast-bone,  as  indicated  in  the  diagram. 
With  the  left  hand  steady  the  bird,  and 
with  the  right  cut  through  the  skin, 
and  no  deeper,  and  continue  the  cut  to 
the  lower  end  of  the  breast-bone. 


WHERE   THE   CUTS   ARE   MADE. 

As  soon  as  the  knife  has  penetrated 
the  skin  you  will  be  able  to  see  exactly 
what  you  are  doing,  and  it  is  a  very  sim- 
ple matter  to  divide  the  skin  without 
causing  the  blade  to  even  scratch  the 
flesh.  Care  must  be  exercised  when  the 
knife  has  reached  the  end  of  the  breast- 
bone. From  this  point  to  the  tail  only 
the  skin  and  an  inner  thin  membrane 
cover  the  intestines.  You  will  notice 
what  will  appear  like  two  skins,  the  in- 
ner of  which  must  not  be  penetrated,  or 
you  will  find  trouble.  A  puncture  of 
this  inner  skin,  in  all  probability,  will 
allow  the  intestines  to  protrude  under 
even  a  slight  pressure,  and  such  an  ac- 
cident is  not  only  unpleasant,  but  it  may 
prove  the  ruination  of  your  specimen. 
With  proper  care,  however,  nothing  of 
the  sort  need  happen.  The  entire  opera- 
tion of  skinning  should  be  both  interest- 
ing and  cleanly;  an  expert  can  skin  a 
bird  without  soiling  his  fingers. 

Now,  with  the  point  of  the  knife,  or 
the  finger-tip,  separate  the  skin  from 
the  breast  along  both  sides  of  the  cut, 
and  also  from  the  covering  of  the  intes- 
tines.    This,  with  a  quail,  is  very  easy. 

The  next  step  is  to  attend  to  the  legs. 
Gently  press  the  skin  aside  until  you 
can  see  the  point  marked  in  the  diagram. 
Cut  through  this,  taking  care  not  to  in- 
jure the  skin.  Twist  the  bird  about  as 
may  be  convenient,  and  draw  what  is 
termed  the  "drumstick"  from  its  skin. 
It  will  come  as  easily  as  a  finger  leaves 
an  old  glove.  Skin  as  far  as  there  is  any 
flesh,  remove  the  fiesh  from  the  bone, 
.slip  the  bone  back  into  its  skin  for  the 
present,  and  repeat  with  the  other  leg. 

Now  comes  the  one  stage  which  you 
may  find  to  be  somewhat  difficult.  With 


the  left  hand  stand  the  bird  upon  its 
crop,  and  with  the  left  forefinger  and 
thumb  part  the  skin  above  the  intes- 
tines, by  the  same  movement  pressing 
the  tail  backward  and  downward.  Cut 
across  the  cover  of  the  intestines  as  near 
as  possible  to  the  tail,  and  the  knife  will 
strike  the  caudal  vertebrae.  Cut  through 
these  so  as  to  leave  what  is  termed  the 
"  Pope's  nose "  attached  to  the  skin. 
Now  turn  the  back  of  the  bird  toward 
you,  still  keeping  the  body  on  end,  and 
with  the  nail  of  the  right  forefinger 
coax  the  skin  free  from  the  almost  bare 
backbone.  Work  very  gently,  and  give 
a  touch  with  the  knife  until  the  skin 
starts  to  peel  freely.  Never  pull  at  the 
skin,  or  you  will  stretch  it  too  much.  A 
piisJi  with  the  finger-tip  is  the  best  way. 

When  once  the  skin  has  been  well 
started  along  the  back,  all  difficulties 
have  been  overcome.  The  wings  are 
now  all  that  prevent  the  skin  from  be- 
ing turned  inside  out.  When  these  are 
reached  cut  into  the  sides  of  the  breast 
so  as  to  disjoint  the  wing-bones  at  the 
body,  as  is  done  in  carving  a  fowl.  The 
skin  will  now  peel  readily  as  far  as  the 
skull.  Here  a  little  care  is  necessary. 
Push  the  skin  along  until  you  can  see 
the  ear-passages,  like  two  small  tubes 
entering  the  skull.  With  the  point  of 
the  knife,  dig  these  tubes  but  entire — 
never  cut  across  them,  as  the  openings 
so  made  stretch  and  show  in  the  skin. 

After  finishing  with  the  ears,  skin  on 
until  you  can  see  the  eye- balls  through 
a  thin  membrane  which  covers  them. 
Use  the  knife  gingerly,  taking  pains  not 
to  cut  the  thin  black-rimmed  eyelids. 
The  transparent  membrane  will  yield 
at  once  to  a  touch  of  the  knife.  Now 
free  the  skin  as  far  as  the  base  of  the 
bill ;  ciit  through  the  base  of  the  skull 
and  the  neck  as  indicated  in  the  dia- 
gram, and  remove  the  brain,  tongue 
and  eyeballs.  Return  to  the  wings, 
draw  bones  and  flesh  from  the  skin  so  far 
as  the  first  joint  you  will  reach  ;  remove 
the  flesh,  and  the  skinning"  is  complete. 

The  reversed  skin  should  now  some- 
what resemble  a  kid  glove  turned  inside 
out.  Examine  the  flesh  side  to  discover 
the  accidental  slits  you  have  made,  and 
pay  especial  attention  to  the  edges  of  the 
original  cut.  If  these  are  about  as  they 
were  first  made,  or  stretched  only  a  trifle, 
you  have  done  a  good  job.  Itis,however, 
more  than  probable  that  you  will  find  a 
side-tear  of  greater  or  less  extent.     If 


TAXIDERMY  FOR  SPORTSMEN. 


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so,  either  yoii  used  too  much  force,  or 
you  failed  to  make  the  opening-  cut 
quite  long  enough.  In  either  event, 
you  can  correct  the  fault  next  trial. 

Now,  dust  every  part  of  the  moist  skin 
with  the  fine  ashes,  or  plaster — this  to 
represent  the  curative  agent  which  will 
be  employed  later,  when  you  have  be- 
come sufficiently  expert  to  remove  a 
skin  in  good  condition.  Shred  out  some 
cotton  and  wrap  enough  of  it  about  each 
wing-bone  to  replace  the  flesh  removed. 
Do  the  same  with  the  legs,  exercising 
care  that  too  much  cotton  is  not  used. 
Draw  bones  back  into  their  receptacles. 

The  skull  is  treated  as  follows  :  Dust 
roof  of  mouth,  interior  of  skull  and  the 
eye-sockets  with  ashes  ;  fill  eye-sockets 
with  cotton,  also  fill  the  skull,  leaving 
an  end  of  cotton  projecting  to  serve  as 
a  rough  neck.  Now  shred  a  bit  of  cot- 
ton as  thin  as  paper  and  wrap  it  over 
skull,  eye-sockets  and  all.  This  is  done 
to  prevent  the  returned  skin  from  ad- 
hering to  the  skull  in  drying.  It  is  im- 
portant, as  it  is  the  simplest  method  of 
insuring  that  softly  rounded  appearance 
of  the  head  of  the  living  bird.  Heads 
treated  without  the  layer  of  cotton  al- 
most invariably  look  hard  and  too  lean. 

Next  comes  the  returning  of  the  skin. 
Be  sure  that  it  lies  straight,  then  gently 
work  the  skull  back  into  the  skin  of  the 
neck  and  keep  the  skin  on  the  table,  and^ 
above  all  things,  yiever  pull  at  it.  The 
finger-tips  holding  the  folded  edge  of 
the  skin,  and  the  thumbs  at  the  base  of 
the  skull  will  work  it  through  until  you 
see  the  projecting  threads. 

Lay  hold  of  these  and  softly  shake  the 
skin  until  the  feathers  have  somewhat 
rearranged  themselves  ;  then  with  the 
finger-nails  coax  the  fold  of  skin  back 
over  the  entire  skull,  and  the  skin  will 
come  into  the  natural  position. 

Now,  with  the  needle  work  the  eye- 
lids round,  and  shape  the  head  by  lifting 
with  the  needle-point  here,  and  pressing 
down  there  ;  straighten  all  feathers,  fill 
the  throat  with  cotton  as  required,  in- 
serting it  through  the  mouth.  Do  not 
put  in  too  much — you  must  trust  to  your 
eye.  A  common  fault  is  to  make  necks 
•  too  thick.  Watch  the  feathers,  and  the 
moment  they  appear  to  be  too  thin  in 
places,  you  are  stretching  the  skin. 
When  the  neck  appears  to  be  about  right 
in  length  and  circumference,  as  far  as  the 
breast,  you  will  be  ready  for  the  body. 

Here,  again,  errors  are  common.    The 


skin  of  any  bird  removed  from  the 
body,  even  if  not  stretched,  will  contain 
a  bulk  greater  than  the  original  body. 
Most  of  the  specimens  put  up  by  old- 
fashioned  methods  are  too  large — 
stuffed  too  much.  Study  the  skinned 
body  as  it  lies  before  you,  and,  of  the 
cotton,  shape  a  rough  imitation  of  it, 
winding  the  cotton  body  in  shape  with 
thread.  With  a  length  of  thread,  tie  the 
two  wing-bones  together,  allowing  suffi- 
cient thread  between  the  ends  of  the 
bones  to  represent  the  distance  they 
were  apart  in  life.  Dispose  the  wings 
in  their  natural  position,  and  insert  the 
cotton  body  within  the  skin. 

Your  specimen  should  now  roughly  re- 
semble the  quail  as  it  was  before  the 
skinning.  Draw  the  edges  of  the  open- 
ing together  ;  smooth  the  feathers,  and 
make  a  last  examination  for  spots  insuffi- 
ciently filled,  or  filled  too  much.  Remedy 
these  by  removing,  or  inserting,  small 
portions  of  cotton,  and  then  neatly  sew 
up  the  opening,  taking  care  that  feathers 
are  not  caught  in  the  stitches.  Lastly, 
with  fingers  and  needle,  work  every 
feather  into  its  natural  position  ;  bring 
the  long,  curving  feathers  of  the  flanks 
outside  of  the  wings,  tie  the  legs  together 
with  thread,  and  the  skin  should  resem- 
ble my  sketch  of  the  completed  skin. 


THE  COMPLETED   SKIN. 

It  is  more  than  likely  that  your  skin 
will  prove  somewhat  unsatisfactory. 
There  may  be  a  great  hump  of  feathers 
upon  the  back,  and  two  glaring  naked 
streaks,  one  on  each  side  of  the  neck. 
Do  not  despair  ;  this  is  but  a  practice 
lesson,  and  my  first  skin  had  that  hump 
and  bare  places  to  perfection.  The 
hump  proves  a  trifle  too  much  cotton 
inside,  while  the  bare  spots  tell  that,  in 
spite  of  care,  you  did  stretch  the  skin 
after  all.  A  little  practice  will  enable 
you  to  avoid  these  undesirable  features. 

The  skin,  prepared  as  above,  will  not 
keep,  and  this  is  well.  You  do  not  want 
the  thing  to  rise  up  against  you  at  some 
inopportune  moment.  Therefore,  after 
having  noted  all  its  imperfections,  re- 
solve to  do  better  next  trial,  and  chuck 
it  into  the  stove  as  the  best  place  for  it. 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


When  you  feel  capable  of  making-  a 
skin  worth  the  keeping,  proceed  as  fol- 
lows :  Procure  about  a  dime's  worth  of 
the  white  arsenic  as  sold  by  chemists. 
This  stuff  is  poison,  and  should  not  be 
left  where  it  might  do  harm.  It  is  all 
that  is  required  to  preserve  a  skin  of 
ordinary  size,  provided  it  be  applied  in 
sufficient  quantity  to  every  part  of  the 
inner  surface.  In  addition  to  the  arsenic, 
have  a  handful  of  cotton  and  twice  that 
much  soft  excelsior,  or  tow,  of  which  to 
form  the  artificial  body.  A  length  of 
stout  wire,  say  ten  inches,  with  a  slight 
notch  filed  in  one  end,  and  the  other  end 
embedded  in  a  big  cork,  or  a  corn-cob, 
makes  a  handy  tool  for  placing  scraps 
of  cotton  where  they  are  needed. 

Remove  the  skin  as  described  ;  coat 
inside  and  outside  of  skull,  the  entire 
skin,  wing-bones,  leg-bones,  and  caudal 
vertebras  with  the  arsenic,  applying 
plenty.  Treat  the  head,  wings,  and 
legs  with  cotton,  and  you  are  ready  for 
the  body.  Model  in  excelsior,  or  tow, 
imitating  the  bird's  body,  winding  the 
artificial  one  tightly  with  fine,  strong 
twine.  Insert  the  body,  fill  out  where  re- 
quired with  cotton  sew  up  opening,  tie 
the  legs,  and  arrange  the  plumage. 
When   as  smooth  as  you  can  make  it, 


wrap  it  in  a  thick  layer  of  cotton  and 
place  it  where  it  may  dry  in  safety. 

This  skin  will  keep,  and  it  may  be 
softened  and  mounted  at  any  convenient 
time.  Many  collectors  never  go  beyond 
this  stage,  preferring  to  keep  their  treas- 
ures in  moth  and  dust-proof  receptacles. 
But  the  skins,  fine  as  they  are,  too  closely 
resemble  mummies.  They  are  dead  in 
all  their  beauty.  I  greatly  prefer  the 
lifelike  specimens  under  glass. 

In  these  the  action,  expression,  ar- 
rangement of  every  feather,  and  the 
most  trifling  detail  of  their  surround-, 
ings,  indeed,  the  making  of  the  bare 
cases,  belong  to  the  artist  and  form  his 
lasting  delight.  That  loving,  patient 
skill  which  grudges  not  the  time  re- 
quired to  manipulate  every  feather — 
nay,  to  catch  and  fix  forever  the  pass- 
ing mood  of  a  bird — is  closely  akin  to 
that  which  causes  a  canvas  to  thrill 
with  passion,  or  to  glow  with  the  glories 
of  a  sunset.  It  is  latent  in  most  sports- 
men, for  the  love  and  appreciation  of 
the  beautiful  is  what  lures  many  of 
them  afield.  Practice  and  intelligent 
study  will  wonderfully  strengthen  it, 
and  to  portray  how  it  may  accomplish 
fair  works  in  taxidermy  shall  be  my 
privilege  in  a  succeeding  paper. 


BY   THERESE    GUERIN    RANDALL. 


WE  were  exploring  through  Mexico 
for  specimens  of  Toltec  and 
Aztec  art,  and  one  afternoon 
found  ourselves  on  a  wild  moun- 
tain road  leading  to  a  little  monastery 
called  San  Matteo. 

We  had  learned  from  our  Indian  guide 
that  close  to  it  were  the  buried  ruins  of 
an  Aztec  settlement,  and  had  deter- 
mined to  remain  some  days  excavating. 

Just  as  we  entered  a  road  leading 
through  a  dense  wood,  Beauvier,  the 
secretary,  pointed  to  a  paper  nailed  to 
one  of  the  wooden  crosses  so  often  seen 
in  Mexico. 

It  was  a  reward  for  the  apprehension  of 
a  terrible  bandit  named  Juan  Escuderos. 

While  we  read,  some  of  our  volcaneros 
had  come  up  and  paused  to  listen. 
Among  them  was  Sixto  Pamez,  the 
most  intelligent  and  talkative  of  our 
Indians. 

"  I  used  to  know  Juan  Escuderos, 
years  ago,"  he  said.  "  He  worked  in 
the  sulphur  mines  of  Popocatapetl  when 
I  was  there.  I  dreamed  not  that  he  was 
an  assassin  until  one  day  when  the 
riirales  came  searching  for  him.  He 
had  slipped  away,  never  to  return.  They 
have  never  been  able  to  catch  him, 
though  they  find  his  murdered  victims, 
sometimes,  on  these   mountain  roads." 

"  Does  he  not  belong  to  a  band  of 
robbers  ?" 

"  Nay,  seiior,  he  seems  to  be  less  a 
bandit  than  an  Aztec,  crazy  on  the  relig- 
ion of  our  ancestors.  Though  many 
of  my  people  are  good  Christians,  there 
are  some  idol  worshipers  among  them 
yet.  I  never  heard  of  any  who  offered 
human  sacrifices  in  these  times  but  Es- 
cuderos." 

"  I  should  like  to  get  my  eyes  on  your 
fierce    Escuderos   while  fingering   this 


piece  of  music,"  said  Beauvier,  leveling 
his  revolver  at  a  banana  tree  opposite. 

At  that  instant  a  tall  monk  walking 
beside  a  burro,  with  well-heaped  pan- 
niers, emerged  from  behind  the  tree. 
He  stopped  and  turned  a  pair  of  un- 
readable eyes  upon  us.  Intensely  black 
and  deep  set,  they  looked  opaque  until  a 
stray  sunbeam  shot  a  gleam  of  red  across 
their  sombre  glassiness.  Then  they 
seemed  like  flame-lit  wells  of  ink.  The 
emaciated  face  with  its  tightly  drawn 
skin  was  that  of  an  ascetic,  but  the 
giant  physique  spoke  of  great  strength. 

"  Pardon,"  said  Beauvier,  recovering 
from  the  surprise  we  all  felt,  "  we  were 
reading  the  aviso  here,  and  I  could  fancy 
the  assassin  creeping  on  us  from  those 
trees." 

"  Does  the  habit  of  a  religious  in  any 
way  resemble  the  bloody  zerape  of  an 
outlaw  ?  "  asked  the  monk,  in  a  voice  as 
deep  and  slow  as  it  was  impressive.  His 
fixed  gaze  and  hollow  tones  made  him 
seem  uncanny.  A  chill  crept  trem- 
blingly up  my  spine  and  wavered  across 
my  brain.  I  could  not  tell  whether  it 
was  from  deep  reverence  or  intense  fear. 

"  Have  you  prayed  ? "  demanded  the 
monk,  approaching  the  rustic  cross. 
"  Beneath  this  sign  lies  the  last  victim 
of  Juan  Escuderos,"  and  he  fell  pros- 
trate before  it. 

While  he  knelt  we  walked  across  the 
road  to  the  spot  from  which  he  had  so 
unexpectedly  emerged.  "  It  is  as  dark 
as  purgatory  in  there,"  whispered  Beau- 
vier. "How  could  one  see  him  among 
those  shadows  ?  " 

"  It  is  a  wonder  he  did  not  think  you 
were  the  redoubtable  Escuderos,  as  you 
stood  there  with  your  revolver  pointed 
directly  at  him,"  said  I. 

"  And,"  said  the  monk  rising,  for  his 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


sharp  ears  caught  our  whispers,  "  had  I 
been  so  stupid  as  to  mistake  this  open- 
faced  youth  for  an  assassin  I  should 
have  felt  no  fear.  Death  is  but  the 
dawn  of  eternity.  Others  of  our  order 
have  come  to  sudden  end  ;  our  last 
messenger  was  murdered." 

"  By  Juan  Escuderos  ? " 

"Alas,   yes,   for   his   heart   was    torn 
■from   his   lacerated   bosom.     So    Escu- 
deros serves  all  his  victims." 

His  remarkable  eyes  fascinated  me, 
they  looked  so  hollow  beneath  their 
beetling  brows  and  the  shadow  of  his 
cowl.  I  was  trying  to  divine  whether 
their  expression  was  supernatural  or 
sinister  when  he  suddenly  turned  them 
upon  me. 

"  You  belong  to  the  monastery  of 
San  Matteo,  I  suppose  t "  I  said,  much 
embarrassed  by  his  disquieting  stare. 

"  Yes,"  he  answered,  in  his  slow, 
solemn  voice.  "  I  am  the  messenger 
brother.  I  sell  the  produce  of  our 
gardens  and  buy  the  few  things  needed 
in  the  monaster}^" 

"  Is  it  not  lonely  in  this  isolated  spot  ?" 
I  asked. 

"  Nay,"  replied  the  monk  ;  "  to  the  re- 
ligious, solitude  is  peopled  with  the  only 
society  he  craves — that  of  the  saints.  It 
is  fragrant  of  God's  presence  ;  its  silence 
is  His  voice.  Besides,  we  are  always 
busy.  We  preach  to  the  Indians  and 
cultivate  our  little  gardens." 

He  shook  his  head.  "  Few  of  my 
people  become  good  Christians.  I  am 
the  only  Indian  who  has  entered  our 
communitj^  for  years.  They  pretend 
to  follow  our  teachings,  but  are  really 
idol  worshipers." 

Here  a  bell  beat  five  clear  strokes 
on  the  still  air,  then  five  again. 

"  It  is  our  Superior's  call  for  me  ;  I 
must  go.  Hasta  luego,  sefiores,"  and 
the  monk,  urging  his  burro,  disappeared 
amidst  the  trees. 

That  night  we  slept  in  the  monastery. 
Our  beds  were  shelves  projecting  from 
one  side  of  a  narrow  cell.  On  these, 
boughs  were  laid  and  covered  with 
blankets.  It  was  not  luxurious,  but  it 
was  better  than  the  sieve-like  shelter  of 
some  ruin  or  shed. 

While  we  were  at  breakfast  next 
morning,  the  Superior,  who  had  wel- 
comed us  the  evening  before  with  a 
face  full  of  gentle  serenity,  came  to  us, 
now  wearing  a  troubled  look. 

"Alas,   sefiores,"   said  he,    "the  idol 


which  you  wished  to  purchase  is 
stolen."  The  monk's  voice  was  tremu- 
lous as  he  continued,  "  Fra  San  Jacohad 
it  in  charge.  When  he  went  to  the 
sacristy  where  he  had  locked  it  for 
safety,  he  found  the  lock  broken — the 
idol  gone." 

"  Who  is  this  Fra  San  Jaco  ? "  asked 
our  chief. 

The  monk  raised  his  eyes.  "  He  is 
our  business  man.  He  ought  to  be  our 
Superior,  but  he  is  too  humble.  Ah, 
he  is  a  saint  and  a  prophet." 

"A  prophet  giving  his  warnings  when 
the  horse  is  out  of  the  stable  !  He  is 
an  unprofitable  prophet.  I  should  re- 
christen  him  by  the  more  appropriate 
title  of  historian,"  said  our  chief,  sarcas- 
tically. 

The  Superior  scarcely  heard.  He  ap- 
peared nervous  and  distressed  over  the 
loss  of  the  idol.  Its  price  would  have 
done  so  much  to  spread  the  influence 
of  the  monks  among  the  Indians — his 
one  earthly  ambition. 

"  Let  me  call  Fra  San  Jaco,"  he  said, 
going  to  the  bell-rope.  In  response,  to 
the  twice-repeated  five  loud  strokes, 
the  brother  we  had  encountered  the 
evening  before  entered  the  room. 

"  Fra  San  Jaco,"  said  Monsieur  Char- 
bon,  in  his  direct  way,  "  can  you  explain 
the  disappearance  of  this  idol  ?" 

The  brother  bowed  humbly,  then 
raised  his  eyes  to  Monsieur  Charbon's. 
"  I  know  not  what  has  become  of  it, 
senor,  unless  one  of  the  Indians  has 
stolen  it.    They  are  still  idol  worshipers." 

"  Perhaps  Juan  Escuderos  got  his 
agile  fingers  on  it.  The  bandits,  who 
seem  to  do  as  they  please  here,  may 
have  started  a  church  with  your  Aztec 
idol  as  its  god,"  grumbled  our  chief. 

There  was  a  strange  expression  on 
the  prophet's  face  as  he  answered : 
"Since  the  railroads  have  taken  the/ 
place  of  the  diligences  there  are  few 
bandits.  If  the  senor  will  permit  me  I 
shall  at  once  resume  the  search  for  the 
idol,"  and  he  bowed  himself  humbly 
from  the  room. 

We  had  been  a  week  at  the  monastery 
when  we  found  ourselves  ready  to  re- 
sume our  journey  toward  Yucatan.  On 
Sunday  afternoon  we  finished  packing 
the  many  Aztec  treasures  we  had  dug 
from  the  convent  soil.  We  had  secured 
some  fine  specimens,  and  yet  our  chief 
grumbled  because  the  stolen  idol  was 
not  among  them. 


THE  LAST  AZTEC. 


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After  dinner  Monsieur  Charbon  and 
I  seated  ourselves  for  a  smoke  under 
the  shade  of  a  large  tree  in  front  of  the 
convent.  We  were  there  but  a  short 
time  when  Fra  San  Jaco  appeared  on 
the  shady  side  of  the  monastery.  He 
paced  up  and  down,  counting-  his  beads. 
Once  or  twice  I  saw  him  glance  furtive- 
ly at  us.  He  re-entered  the  building 
after  a  few  minutes,  but  soon  returned, 
accompanied  by  the  Superior. 


have  seen  the  painting  ?  You  could 
entertain  them  with  some  of  your  di- 
vine music,  and  perhaps  inspire  them  to 
pray."  The  Superior  bowed  humbly, 
and  Fra  San  Jaco  hurried  away. 

When  we  had  viewed  the  painting, 
which  was  really  meritorious,  we  ac- 
companied our  host  to  the  crude  little 
adobe  sanctuary,  where  with  a  timid 
apology  he  seated  himself  at  the  organ. 
His  caressing  touch  called  forth  such  a 


THE   ASCETIC. 


"  Perhaps  the  senores  would  like  to 
see  the  painting  of  San  Matteo  which 
you  have  just  finished,"  the  prophet 
was  saying  as  they  approached. 

The  next  instant  we  were  following 
the  monks  to  the  Superior's  cell  to 
view  the  picture  of  the  saint,  which  was 
scarcely  completed. 

When  we  reached  the  cell  door  I 
heard  Fra  San  Jaco  whisper  to  his  fel- 
low religious  :  "Would  it  not  be  well  to 
take  the  senores  to  the  chapel  when  they 


tender  symphony  of  praise  that  it  was 
an  inspiration  to  devotion  in  even  our 
irreverent  souls.  We  had  been  listen- 
ing to  the  sweet  music  less  than  half 
an  hour  when  the  bell  for  vespers  rang. 
The  monks  had  begun  to  chant  the 
psalms  when  a  striking  figure  entered 
the  chapel  and  walked  up  the  space  be- 
tween the  kneeling  Indians.  The  new- 
comer's eyes  were  downcast,  his  hands 
folded  in  his  loose  sleeves.  It  was  Fra 
San    Jaco.      A    feeling    of     reverence 


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seemed  to  bow  every  head  as  he  knelt 
before  the  altar.  Soon  his  voice,  by  its 
weird  inharmoniousness,  attracted  my 
attention. 

I  watched  every  move  of  this  gaunt 
giant  with  a  strange  fascination,  until 
our  chief,  stifled  by  the  close  air  of  the 
chapel,  arose  to  leave.  As  we  reached 
the  door  the  monks  fell  prostrate  be- 
fore the  uplifted  host.  It  was  Fra  San 
Jaco  who  seemed  most  fervent  in  his 
homage.  The  very  folds  of  his  habit 
bespoke  devotion.  As  I  stood  gazing 
on  him  from  the  open  door  leading  into 
the  garden  I  felt  half  convinced  that  the 
monks  were  right  in  looking  on  him  as 
inspired. 

Monsieur  Charbon  hastened  to  our 
secretary's  cell.  He  was  anxious  about 
some  important  correspondence  which 
Beauvier  was  to  finish  that  afternoon. 
Free  to  be  independently  lazy,  I  seated 
myself  on  the  shady  piazza  outside  the 
chapel  door,  and  watched  the  monks  at 
their  devotions. 

The  village  Indians  saluted  me  in 
their  solemn  fashion  as,  vespers  being 
over,  they  passed  out  of  the  chapel.  The 
last  group  was  disappearing  down  the 
mountain  road  when  the  monks  arose 
from  their  silent  adoration. 

They  began  to  file  down  the  aisle. 
Suddenly  the  soft  shuffle  of  their  feet 
ceased,  an  expressive  hush  fell  on  them. 
The  prophet  had  arisen. 

"  Brothers,"  he  said  in  his  deep,  solemn 
tones,  "pray,  fast,  and  do  penance; 
ojte  among  iis  is  called !  "  He  turned 
from  them  and  fell  on  his  face  before 
the  altar.  The  other  monks,  awestruck 
and  pallid,  followed  his  example. 

I  was  still  wondering  what  this  meant 
when  one  of  our  men  came  to  tell  me 
that  Monsieur  Charbon  wished  to  see  me 
in  the  secretary's  cell. 

I  found  him  pacing  outside  the  little 
room.  Beauvier  was  nowhere  in  sight, 
although  correspondence  littered  the 
rough  table,  speaking  of  recent  occupa- 
tion. 

"  Have  you  seen  Beauvier  ? "  asked 
our  chief.  "  He  has  not  touched  this 
letter  since  I  left  him  two  hours  ago." 
He  held  a  letter  to  the  Mexican  govern- 
ment in  his  hands.  "  He  has  gone  off 
somewhere  taking  views;  his  sombrero 
and  camera  are  not  here."* 

*  *  *  *  * 

It  must  have  been  while  Monsieur 
Charbon  and  I  were  seated  in  the  chapel. 


waiting  for  vespers  to  begin,  that  a 
messenger  came  to  Beauvier.  "  Sefior," 
said  the  man,  "you  are  requested  to 
take  your  camera  and  go  at  once  to 
Senor  Charbon.  He  has  found  the  lost 
idol  he  wished  to  purchase  from  us,  and 
would  take  a  picture  of  it  where  it 
stands." 

Beauvier  was  not  surprised  at  the 
request,  as  our  chief  always  photo- 
graphed, if  possible,  every  excavation 
we  made  and  every  ruin  we  uncovered, 
but  he  was  at  a  loss  to  know  why  he  had 
been  disturbed  when  he  was  so  busy. 

"  Why  cannot  one  of  the  volcaneros 
carry  the  camera  ? "  he  asked. 

"  I  never  question  my  superiors, 
senor,"  said  the  messenger,  quietly;  "  my 
duty  is  to  obey." 

Beauvier  smiled  at  the  rebuke,  but 
prepared  to  follow  the  directions  given 
by  the  man. 

Beauvier  hurried  to  the  woods.  He 
struck  into  a  scarcely  noticeable  path 
just  beyond  two  very  tall  pines,  which 
we  had  named  "  The  Steeples."  He  ex- 
pected to  meet  Monsieur  Charbon  at 
every  step  he  took  after  entering  the 
woods,  but  saw  no  one.  The  rank 
underbrush  tripped  him,  and  the  deep 
gloom  of  the  dense  forest  oppressed 
him.  He  paused  to  look  around,  and 
the  next  instant  he  felt  himself  struck 
with  great  violence. 

When  he  returned  to  consciousness 
he  was  bound  and  gagged,  lying  on  the 
floor  of  a  rocky  chamber.  His  eyes, 
burning  with  helpless  rage,  looked  into 
those  of  the  treacherous  messenger. 

"Thou  wouldst  know  where  thou 
art,"  said  the  man,  smiling  calmly,  "  and 
why  thou  art  here.  Well,  thou  art  in 
the  old  mine.  I  sprang  at  thee  from  its 
entrance  hidden  by  the  thick  growth  of 
vines.  But  list !  Hearest  thou  not  the 
vesper  bell  ?  I  must  go.  When  I 
return,  thou  shalt  know  why  thou  art 
here." 

He  left  the  chamber  hastily. 

About  two  hours  later  he  re-entered 
the  tomb-like  place  and  lifted  the 
helpless  Beauvier  to  a  long  stone  lying 
before  the  hideous  war-god  of  the 
Aztecs,  Huitzilopochtli.  "A  glorious 
offering,  "  murmured  the  man,  caressing 
his  victim's  smooth  limbs,  "  beautiful 
enough  to  sacrifice  to  Tezcatlipoca,  the 
handsome,  were  I  so  minded." 

He  took  a  sharp  knife  from  his  breast 
and    laid    it    on    the    stone   beside  his 


Painted  for  Outing  by  the  late  A.  W.  Van  Deusfen. 

"SUDDENLY    IT    FLASHED."     ip.  47-') 


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captive.  "  O  great  Huitzilopochtli,"  he 
cried,  falling  before  his  god,  "  why  art 
thou  angry  with  the  sad  Indios  jideles? 
They  no  longer  sacrifice  human  victims 
to  thee  because  the  white  man's  hand  is 
on  their  throats.  I  alone  dare  to  spill 
human  blood  at  thy  feet.  I  am  an  Aztec 
like  my  fathers,  and  offer  myself  to  thee 
as  the  priest  of  my  people.  Would  that 
I  might  bring  thousands  of  such  victims 
as  this  to  thy  altar.  My  hands  burn  to 
tear  out  the  quivering  hearts  of  men  and 
cast  them  at  thy  feet  in  crimson  heaps, 
as  did  our  priests  long  ago.  But  what 
can  we,  thy  oppressed  people,  do  ?  Wilt 
thou  blot  us  out  forever  ?  Is  this 
punishment  intended  not  for  our  refor- 
mation but  our  destruction  ?  Impart  to 
us  thy  gifts  out  of  thy  great  mercy, 
which  we  are  not  worthy  to  receive 
through  our  own  merits."  He  prayed  on 
till  he  had  become  frenzied.  Then 
snatching  the  knife,  with  a  passionate, 
ringing  cry:  "O  great  One,  supreme 
One,  god  of  all  gods,"  he  raised  the 
gleaming  weapon  far  above  his  head. 

Here  the  soft  peal  of  bells  crept 
tremblingly  on  his  ears.  With  a  cry  of 
rage  the  Aztec  thrust  his  knife  into  his 
belt.  "  Oh,  hated  Christians,  why  must 
ye  call  me  at  the  moment  of  sacrifice  ? 
O  mighty  god,"  he  said,  turning  again 
to  the  hideous  image,  "  to-night  while 
the  fools  beyond  sleep,  I  will  return  to 
finish  my  sacrifice.  Now  I  hide  myself 
in  the  hated  livery  which  is  my  protec- 
tion from  suspicion."  Taking  a  long 
brown  garment  from  the  wall  he  donned 
it  and  hastened  away. 

Five  times  and  a  pause,  then  five 
times  again  struck  the  bell's  tongue. 
The  slow,  half -joyful,  half  -  mournful 
sound  filled  yoiing  Beauvier  with  de- 
spair. It  was  like  the  voice  of  life, 
thrilling  with  laughter,  throbbing  with 
tears.  His  soul  arose  in  tumult  of  de- 
sire to  live.  His  face  became  purple, 
and  his  cords  swelled  into  knotted 
ridges  as  he  made  one  more  supreme 
effort  to  burst  them  asunder.  The 
vehemence  of  his  emotion  exhausted 
him,  and,  helpless,  he  swooned. 

***** 

I  knew  nothing  of  our  secretary's 
whereabouts.  I  had  not  seen  him  since 
before  vespers.  I  could  not  understand 
his  absence,  but  I  felt  sure  he  had  not 
purposely  neglected  his  duty. 

I  sent  Sixto  Pamez  to  the  Indian 
village  close  by  to  make  inquiries  about 


Beauvier,  and  I  was  soon  helping  Char- 
bon  to  finish  his  correspondence,  when 
the  rurales — the  mounted  police  patrol- 
ling these  roads — dashed  up  to  the  door. 

"  Now,  let  us  put  the  prophet's  powers 
to  the  test,  and  ask  him  where  Beauvier 
spends  his  conge,"  said  our  chief,  as  we 
watched  the  rurales  ride  off  with  our 
treasure,  which  was  to  be  shipped  to  the 
City  of  Mexico  for  inspection  by  the 
jealous  government.  Of  course  they 
carried  our  mail,  too. 

The  monks  still  prayed  in  the  chapel, 
and  though  I  knew  that  our  chief  was 
not  serious,  I  went  to  them.  Fra  San 
Jaco  was  absent,  but  the  Superior  still 
knelt  before  the  altar.  "  Didst  hear 
the  prophet's  words  ?  "  he  asked,  when  I 
told  him  about  Beauvier.  "  '■One  among  us 
is  called !  '  It  may  be  the  young  senor," 
he  added,  turning  his  eyes  heavenward. 
"  Thou  hast  no  faith,"  he  continued,  in 
a  voice  full  of  pity.  "  Didst  hear 
that  our  prophet  predicted  the  taking 
off  of  our  last  messenger?  He  was  in 
perfect  health  when  he  left  us  to  go  to 
Orizaba  on  some  errand  for  us.  His 
mutilated  body  was  fgund  beside  the 
road  next  day." 

His  words  were  not  cheering,  and 
helped  to  make  us  more  uneasy.  Perhaps 
the  prophecy  had  impressed  me  more 
than  I  was  willing  to  admit. 

'*  I  will  call  our  holy  one.  If  Heaven 
wills  it,  Fra  San  Jaco  can  advise  us  by, 
his  inspired  tongue."  Hastening  to  the 
bell-rope  he  rang  five  distinct  strokes. 
But  he  had  to  ring  many  times  before 
we  saw  the  prophet  coming  toward  us. 
At  the  same  instant,  Sixto,  returning 
from  the  Indian  village,  hurried  to  us. 

He  shook  his  head  gloomily  as  I 
questioned  him.  "  I  have  heard  naught 
of  the  young  senor,"  he  said,  mourn- 
fully. 

Before  he  had  finished  talking  one 
of  the  volcaneros  whom  I  had  sent 
out  to  search,  came  in  with  the  secre- 
tary's camera  under  his  arm.  They 
had  stumbled  upon  it  in  the  deep 
woods  near  the  rocky  cliff  beyond  "  The 
Steeples." 

Monsieur  Charbon,  who  had  joined  us, 
was  now  thoroughly  alarmed.  His  face 
was  as  white  as  that  of  the  silent  prophet, 
who  was  kneeling  before  a  small  shrine 
of  the  Virgin  in  the  corridor. 

"  Sen  ores,"  said  Fra  San  Jaco  in  his 
deep,  thick  voice,  as  he  left  the  shrine, 
"  I   know    those    woods ;  my  duties    as 


THE  LAST  AZTEC. 


47 


messenger  often  lead  me  through  them. 
Will  you  follow  me  in  searching  for  the 
handsome  j-oung  seiior  ?  " 

Our  search  was  a  vain  one.  We  were 
returning  toward  midnight  by  torch- 
light, tired  and  discouraged,  when  Fra 
San  Jaco,  vSixto  and  I  found  ourselves 
close  together  in  the  wild  path.  We 
were  stumbling  through  a  network  of 
matted  vines  when  an  overhanging 
branch  caught  the  cowl  froin  the  monk's 
head. 

"  Oh,  Jesu,"  cried  Sixto,  in  a  voice  full 
of  terror,  his  lips  close  to  my  ear,  "  didst 
see  the  monk  without  his  cowl  ?  I  never 

"     He  stopped,  for  Fra  San  Jaco 

approached  us.  Stooping,  the  prophet 
picked  up  Sixto's  torch  from  the  ground 
where  he  bad  dropped  it  in  his  fright. 
Sixto  took  it  silently,  and  did  not  speak 
again  until  after  our  return  to  the  mon- 
astery. 

He  entered  my  cell  as  I  was  about  to 
throw  myself  on  my  hard  bed.  "  Are 
5^ou  not  going  to  rest  ?  "  I  asked,  for  it 
was  after  midnight. 

"  I  shall  watch  while  thou  sleepest, 
sefior,"  he  said,  with  a  dark  smile.  He 
blew  out  my  light  when  I  was  ready, 
and  threw  himself  on  the  floor  across 
my  door,  which  was  opposite  to  Fra 
San  Jaco's. 

I  was  dreaming  that  we  still  scoured 
the  woods  under  the  skilful  leadership 
of  Fra  San  Jaco.  Through  the  intri- 
cate paths,  tripping  over  the  tangle  of 
underbrush  and  torn  by  the  wire-like 
prickly  aloe  vines  and  cacti,  we  marched. 
Suddenly  I  was  awakened.  It  was  Six- 
to's voice  close  to  my  ear.  He  whispered: 
"Don't  make  a  sound,  but  come  with 
me,"  and  he  grasped  my  hand  as  1  arose 
in  the  darkness. 

We  stole  into  the  corridor.  A  few 
feet  ahead  of  us  the  moon's  rays,  creep- 
ing through  a  narrow  window,  made  a 
white  patch  on  the  deep  gloom. 

It  revealed  a  figure  moving  stealthily 
through  its  brightness. 

We  followed  down  the  corridor  till  we 
had  passed  the  cells  and  entered  the 
chapel  at  the  far  end  of  the  building. 
Halfway  down  the  dark  chapel  the  fig- 
ure glided.  Just  as  it  reached  the  door 
leading  into  the  gardens,  I  stumbled 
over  the  low  bench  the  Superior  had 
placed  for  our  chief  and  myself  that 
afternoon  at  vespers.  It  was  the  only 
seat  in  the  place.  The  floor  was  of  earth, 
so  my  awkwardness    caused  but   little 


sound,  yet  the  shadowy  object  we  were 
following  was  evidently  alarmed. 

Instantly  it  turned  from  the  door,  and 
going  t(j  the  altar  fell  prostrate  there. 

The  minutes  sped  by,  and  still  the 
mysterious  devotee  remained  in  an  atti- 
tude of  prayer.  I  dared  not  whisper  to 
Sixto,  who  since  my  mishap  kept  press- 
ing my  hand  warningly.  Besides  I 
knew  him  well.  He  was  cautious  and 
trustworthy. 

At  last  the  figure  arose  and  ap- 
proached the  pillar  behind  which  we 
hid — a  moving  shadow  in  the  thick 
gloom.  Suddenly  it  turned,  and  with  a 
quick  bound  toward  us  flashed  a  dark 
lantern  in  our  faces.  We  could  not  see 
the  features  behind  it,  but  the  gleam  of 
a  long-bladed  knife  shot  into  our  eyes. 

"  Ah,  thou  dost  recognize  me,  Juan 
Escuderos,"  cried  Sixto,  springing  like 
a  wary  panther  at  the  uplifted  arm. 
"  Thou  dost  recognize  Sixto  Pamez  who 
worked  with  thee  in  the  sulphur  mines 
of  Popocatapetl.  'Twas  only  to-night 
that  I  knew  where  Juan  Escuderos  was 
hiding,"  he  panted,  as  together  we 
wrenched  the  knife  from  the  powerful 
assassin. 

"  'Tis  no  use,"  said  Sixto  to  the  strug- 
gling wretch,  as  we  brought  him  to  the 
floor.  "  I  am  pretty  strong,  and  the  senor 
here  is  no  baby." 

While  we  held  the  man  down,  Sixto 
managed  to  unwind  the  rope  which  was 
around  our  prisoner's  waist.  After  a 
hard  struggle  we  bound  his  wrists. 

"  Now,"  said  vSixto,  "  tell  us  where 
thou  hast  taken  young  Senor  Beauvier  ?  " 

The  prisoner  remained  silent.  At  last 
Sixto,  who  knew  the  man,  had  an  inspi- 
ration. 

"Thou  wilt  not  tell,"  said  he.  "  Then, 
Juan  Escuderos,  there  is  but  one  thing 
for  us  to  do.  Thou  hast  murdered 
many  of  our  Christian  faith  as  offerings 
to  thy  gods.     We  will  have  revenge!  " 

He  signaled  for  me  to  help,  and  soon 
we  were  dragging  the  fiercely  resisting 
assassin  to  the  altar.  The  volcanero 
knelt  on  the  chest  of  our  captive,  and, 
baring  the  man's  bosom,  said  : 

"  Now,  worshiper  of  false  gods,  thy 
turn  has  come  to  be  sacrificed.  I  shall 
tear  out  thy  quivering  heart  and  cast  it 
at  the  feet  of,  not  thy  god,  but  ours." 
He  raised  his  knife  as  if  to  strike,  and 
began  : 

"O  Jesu,  hear  the  prayer  of  thy  hum- 
ble child  and  accept  this  sacrifice." 


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"  Stop  !  "  cried  the  wretch  lying  bound 
beneath  us.  "  Stop,  thou  gibbering  fool. 
Offer  me  not  to  thy  puny  gods.  If  I 
must  die,  let  it  be  at  the  feet  of  great 
Huitzilopochtli.  He  who  dies  a  willing 
sacrifice  on  the  altar  of  our  mighty  gods 
is  transported  to  the  glorious  regions  of 
the  sun.  Help  me  to  my  feet,  and  I 
will  take  you  to  your  young  senor. 
Where  he  is,  is  also  the  god  before  whom 
I  would  die." 

We  helped  the  fanatic  to  rise.  "  Come," 
said  he,  with  magnificent  calmness. 

The  dark  lantern  lit  us  through  the 
door  where  we  had  seen  our  prisoner 
pause  to  listen,  when  my  misstep  told  of 
our  presence  in  the  chapel.  With  our 
revolvers  drawn,  Sixto  and  I  followed 
our  guide  till  he  reached  the  stony  cliff 
in  the  woods.  At  his  direction  I  held 
aloft  the  lantern,  while  Sixto  drew  a 
thick  mass  of  vines  from  an  aperture 
in  the  rock.  It  proved  to  be  the  en- 
trance to  the  abandoned  mine. 

As  we  entered  we  saw  in  a  corner  of 
the  rocky  chamber  a  rude  altar.  A  huge 
image  stood  upon  it.  It  was  the  war- 
god  Huitzilopochtli. 

Before  it,  lying  on  a  block  at  the  idol's 
feet,  was  the  figure  of  a  man.  I  sprang 
toward  it  and  saw  that  it  was  our  secre- 
tary, bound,  gagged. 

We  tore  off  the  cords  which  bound 
him,  removed  the  gag  from  his  mouth, 
poured  some  strong  pulque  down  his 
throat,  and  then  we  saw  Beauvier  was 
alive.  A  faint  breath  moved  his  lips, 
his  eyes  opened,  he  knew  us. 

The  Aztec  took  no  notice  of  our  move- 
ments. He  lay  prostrate  before  the 
hideous  idol. 

Young  Beauvier  was  able  at  last  to 
stand  guard  with  me  over  our  captive, 
while  Sixto  went  to  arouse  the  monas- 
tery. 

His  violent  ringing  of  the  bell  brought 
the  monks  running  from  their  cells. 
While  Sixto  was  telling  Monsieur  Char- 
bon  about  the  man  prowling  through 
the  corridors,  the  Superior  arrived. 

"  Our  holy  brother,  San  Jaco,  is  not 
here,"  he  noted.    "  Let  us  ring  for  him." 

"  Yes,"  cried  our  chief,  "  and  ask  him, 
this  prophet,  who  was  stealing  through 
the  monastery  after  midnight " 

"  My  son,"  solemnly  interrupted  the 
gentle  voice  of  the  Superior,  "  didst  thou 
not  know  the  prophecy,  '■One  among  tis 
is  called.''  It  was  the  Angel  of  Death, 
searching " 


"  With  a  dark  lantern  and  a  knife," 
said  Monsieur  Charbon,  in  his  driest 
tones.   "  Go  on,  Sixto  ;  finish  your  story." 

"  We  have  found  the  young  senor, 
and  Juan  Esciiderosy 

"Oh,  holy  San  Matteo,"  cried  the  Su- 
perior, turning  pale,  "  this  assassin  near 
our  monastery  again  !  It  was  he  who 
murdered  our  last  messenger. 

"  In  God's  name,"  he  said  to  a  monk 
walking  beside  him,  "  go  to  Fra  San 
Jaco's  cell  and  bring  him  to  us.  He 
may  be  in  an  ecstasy  of  prayer,  or  flag- 
ellating his  purified  flesh,  and  has  not 
heard  the  bell.     He  will  follow  us." 

When  the  monks  found  themselves 
in  the  mine  their  exclamations  of  won- 
der were  many.  The  Superior  ad- 
vanced to  the  altar.  He  was  startled 
at  seeing  the  image  of  the  Aztec  god 
and  the  bound  figure  at  its  feet,  over 
which  Beauvier  and  I  were  leaning  with 
drawn  weapons. 

Much  agitated  he  approached,  and, 
taking  the  dark  lantern,  he  flashed  it 
into  the  face  of  our  captive. 

"  No,  no,  no,"  he  shrieked,  snatching 
the  knife  from  Beauvier^s  hand  and 
casting  it  on  the  floor;  "  'tis  the  holiest 
among  us,  Fra  San  Jaco." 

Almost  before  we  had  realized  what 
the  Superior  was  about,  San  Jaco's  bonds 
were  cut.  The  Aztec  seized  the  knife 
which  had  freed  him  and  plunged  it  into 
his  breast. 

"O  great  one,"  he  gasped,  prone  at 
the  feet  of  his  god,  "  accept  the  sacri- 
fice of  him  who  would  be  thy  priest — 
the  blood  of  tJie  lasU Aztec." 

The  monks  looked  on,  half  petrified 
with  horror.  The  little  Superior  threw 
himself  on  his  knees  beside  the  blood- 
stained figure,  crying  in  a  voice  of 
pleading  and  command  : 

"Kneel  and  pray  that  this  soul  may  be 
saved."     The  monks  obeyed  instantly. 

The  Superior  prayed  aloud  in  a  voice 
that  soon  melted  to  soft,  entreating  ac- 
cents. 

"  Raise  thy  eyes,  brother,"  he  im- 
plored, when  he  had  finished  his  prayer; 
"  raise  thy  eyes  and  gaze  on  thy  pitying 
Saviour,"  and  he  held  the  brass  crucifix 
on  the  end  of  his  rosary  close  to  the 
false  monk's  face. 

"Away,  blind  fool,"  panted  the  hypo- 
critical San  Jaco;  "there  is  but  one  Su- 
preme One,  god  of  all  gods,  my  Saviour 
— Huitzilopochtli  !  "  and  he  spat  upon 
the  uplifted  crucifix. 


Painted  for  Outing  by  the  late  A.  W.  Van  Deusen. 

"A  TENDER  SYMPHONY  OF  PRAISE."    (/.  <rj.) 


TUB  EUflLOmO  ©F  LAWN=TeNNlS  COUiRT^ 


DIRT  tennis  courts  differ  accord- 
ing to  quality,  and  their  cost 
varies  from  $50  to  $500.  In  one 
case  a  level  piece  of  ground  just 
36x78  feet  may  be  stripped  of  its  sod, 
rolled  a  few  times,  and  a  court  marked 
out  on  it ;  or,  at  the  other  extreme, 
deep  foundations  may  have  to  be  laid 
at  heavy  expense,  and  a  properly 
drained  surface  be  artificially  leveled. 
By  carefully  inspecting  the  site,  how- 
ever, a  happy  medium  can  generally  be 
found,  and  at  small  expense  a  dirt  court 
built  that  will  prove  both  satisfactory 
and  lasting. 

In  making  a  judicious  selection  of  a 
site  the  three  most  important  considera- 
tions are  space,  light  and  drainage.  If 
good  tennis  is  to  be  played  on  the  courts, 
particularly  if  tournament  matches  are 
to  take  place  on  them,  it  will  not  suffice 
to  have  just  the  amount  of  space  the 
court  proper  will  occupy.  The  back- 
stop nettings  should  never  be  nearer 
than  fifteen  feet  from  the  lines,  and  if 
good  players  are  expected  to  use  the 
courts,  the  customary  space  behind  the 
base  lines  is  21  feet  at  each  end.  At  the 
sides  at  least  six  feet,  and  if  possible  12 
feet,  should  be  allowed  beyond  the  side 
lines  of  each  court.  A  well-appointed 
court  for  tournament  play  should  be 
centered  in  a  space  60x120  feet.     Wire 


*  "  How  to  build  a  tennis  court  ?"  has  been  the  burden 
of  several  inquiries  among  the  batch  that  come  as  har- 
bingers of  spring  to  OUTING.  Even  before  the  frost 
is  out  of  the  ground  the  lovers  of  lawn  tennis  begin  to 
think  of  preparing  their  courts  tor  the  coming  sea- 
son's play,  and  it  is  not  every  club  that  can  afford  the 
luxury  of  an  experienced  groundsman  to  build  and 
care  for  its  courts.  Many  private  families,  too,  would 
lay  out  courts  on  their  own  property  if  they  only 
knew  that  it  is  not  necessary  to  employ  an  expert 
court-builder  to  prepare  them. — EDITOR. 


back-stop  netting  10  or  12  feet  high 
should  surround  it  at  these  distances 
from  the  lines.  If  there  are  two  courts, 
there  should  be  at  least  18  feet  between 
their  side  lines,  and  one  netting  can 
surround  both. 

Next  the  consideration  of  light.  A 
spot  should  be  selected  where  there  is 
always  plenty  of  sunlight,  and  where  at 
no  time  of  the  day  does  any  shadow 
cross  the  ground  on  which  the  court  is 
to  be  laid.  Green  or  black  is  the  pref- 
erable background  to  play  against,  but 
any  dark  and  even  color  will  do.  A  court 
should  never  be  laid  out  with  any  light 
background  within  a  short  distance  at 
either  end,  or  at  either  side. 

One  more  cardinal  point  should  be  re- 
membered. Lay  out  the  court  north 
and  south — never  east  and  west.  If  this 
warning  is  disregarded,  the  player  at 
one  end  or  the  other  will  be  hopelessly 
blinded  by  the  sun. 

In  many  respects  drainage  is  the  most 
important  consideration  in  selecting  a 
site  for  a  tennis  court.  On  the  natural 
facilities  in  this  line  depends  largely  the 
cost  of  laying  out  a  good  dirt  court.  If 
the  natural  soil  be  sandy  and  well 
drained,  particularly  if  it  is  on  high 
ground  which  slopes  away  near  by, 
artificial  drain-pipes  will  not  have  to  be 
put  in  ;  but  if  it  be  thick  clay  that  holds 
moisture  long,  or  on  low  ground  with 
neighboring  slopes  that  drain  toward  it, 
the  court  will  be  useless  for  many  hours 
after  each  rainfall  unless  artificial  drain- 
pipes are  put  in. 

These  drain-pipes  can  be  laid  in  the 
foundations  of  a  court  by  getting  six- 
inch  stone  sewer-pipes  cut  in  halves,  or 


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51 


stone  ofutters  used  on  roofs,  and  sinkino- 
them  in  the  ground,  open  side  up,  eight- 
een inches  under  the  surface,  two  or 
three  on  each  side  of  the  net,  parallel 
with  the  side  lines  and  dividing  up  the 
graded  space  equally.  These  drain- 
pipes should  be  filled  with  cracked  stone 
about  the  size  of  walnuts.  These  stones 
keep  the  drain  from  filling  up  with  earth 
and  being  stopped  tip,  and  the  water 
trickles  through  the  coarse  sand  and 
stones  to  the  drain,  and  is  carried  down 
to  the  main  drain-pipe  in  the  center. 

Every  well-built  tennis  court  should 
be  drained  toward  the  net,  and  a  similar 
drain-pipe,  well  protected  with  broken 
stone,  should  be  sunk  at  right  angles  to 
the  court,  dividing  it  in  halves  at  the  net. 
Into  this  gutter  all  other  drains  should 
lead,  and  it  should  be  tilted  enough  to 
carry  the  water  to  one  side,  well  off  the 
grounds,  into  some  lower  spot,  or  be  con- 
nected with  some  regular  sewer.  A  sur- 
face grade  of  eight  inches  is  enough  to 
keep  the  average  court  dry — that  is,  the 
base-lines  should  be  eight  inches  higher 
than  the  net,  and  if  the  soil  is  sandy 
enough  to  take  up  most  of  the  water 
from  the  average  rainstorm,  no  drain 
but  that  under  the  net  will  be  necessary. 

Many  courts  are  drained  off  to  one 
side,  while  others  have  all  the  grade 
from  one  end  to  the  other,  but  in  both 
cases  the  playing  surface  of  the  court  is 
not  true,  and  expert  players  will  soon 
notice  the  fault.  The  surface  is  also 
gradually  washed  away  by  storms.  A 
grade  of  eight  inches  from  either  end 
down  to  the  net  not  only  leaves  the 
court  true  for  play,  but  is  hardly  notice- 
able. The  drain  under  the  net  is  easily 
kept  free,  if  well  filled  with  broken  stone, 
and  it  carries  off  all  the  moisture  from 
the  court.  In  the  heaviest  storms  a 
small  pool  of  water  settles  here,  but  the 
drain  soon  sucks  it  all  in.  Even  if  this 
part  of  the  court  remains  soft,  it  will 
not  prevent  play,  for  the  ball  never 
strikes  there,  and  it  is  never  stepped  on. 

The  building  of  the  court  comes  next. 
The  earth  should  be  cut  away  to  a  depth 
of  eighteen  inches  if  drains  are  to  be 
put  in,  and  one  foot  if  no  drains  are 
required.  After  leveling  it  carefully 
with  a  spirit-level  or  plumb-line,  to  be 
sure  that  the  grade  is  right,  a  layer  of 
six  inches  of  broken  stone  should  first 
be  laid  and  pounded  down  hard  with 
thumpers.  Ordinary  trap-rock  used  for 
macadamizing  roads  is  perhaps  the  best 


for  this  purpose,  but  any  broken  stone, 
averaging  in  sizes  from  a  walnut  to 
an  Qg^,  will  answer  the  purpose.  This 
should  be  covered  with  a  three-inch 
layer  of  fine  gravel,  which  should  be 
thoroughly  pounded  and  watered  and 
rolled  for  several  days  before  being  cov- 
ered. Before  any  surface  is  put  on  the 
court,  the  greatest  care  should  be  taken 
to  see  that  the  foundation  is  perfectly 
level,  or,  rather,  that  the  center  of  it  is 
not  more  than  twelve  nor  less  than  six 
inches  lower  than  at  the  ends.  Any 
holes  or  depressions  that  appear  from 
the  rolling  and  pounding  should  be 
filled  in  before  it  is  covered. 

The  covering  for  the  court,  not  less 
than  three  nor  more  than  six  inches  in 
thickness,  should  be  of  sandy  loam  and 
clay  mixed.  The  proportions  depend 
on  the  quality  of  the  clay.  If  it  is  very 
sticky,  two  parts  of  sand  to  one  of  clay 
are  best  ;  but  for  the  average,  the  ingre- 
dients should  be  mixed  about  evenly, 
and  then  if  the  court  is  found  to  be  too 
soft  but  dry,  more  clay  should  be  added; 
while  if  it  drains  poorly  and  stays  mud- 
dy too  long  after  rain,  or  its  surface  is 
too  sticky  for  the  players'  feet,  more 
sand  should  be  added  on  the  surface. 
When  the  court  is  finally  covered,  it 
should  be  thoroughly  watered  and  rolled 
alternately  every  day  for  two  weeks  be- 
fore it  is  played  on  at  all,  and  any  de- 
pressions or  uneven  spots  corrected  as 
fast  as  they  appear  from  the  settling. 

Net  -  posts  should  be  permanently 
sunk  as  soon  as  the  ground  is  ready  to 
be  played  on,  and  they  should  be  not 
less  than  two  feet  under  the  ground  and 
forty  feet  apart.  In  marking  out  the 
lines,  a  thick  mixture  of  whitewash 
should  be  put  on  with  a  brush,  not  a 
marking  machine,  or  by  pouring  it  out 
of  a  can.  Two  long  strips  of  wood  or 
narrow  boards  should  be  fastened  to- 
gether with  three  or  four  braces,  their 
inner  edges  just  three  inches  apart  and 
parallel.  This  marker  should  be  laid 
on  the  ground  where  the  line  is  desired, 
and  the  brush  and  whitewash  run  up 
and  down  inside  between  the  boards. 
The  line  is  then  thoroughly  painted  ex- 
actly three  inches  wide  and  perfectly 
straight.  Waving  lines  or  those  made 
of  marble-dust  are  abominations. 

The  court  should  be  swept,  watered, 
rolled  and  freshly  marked  out  after  every 
eight  or  ten  sets.  If  the  surface  is 
sticky,    a    very    thin    coating    of    fine^ 


OUTING  FOR    APRIL. 


screened  sand  will  improve  its  playing 
surface.  Instantly  a  depression  is  dis- 
covered it  should  be  filled  in  and  rolled 
down  level  before  playing  is  continued, 
for  it  is  almost  as  dangerous  for  the 
court  to  continue  with  it  uneven  as  for 
the  players. 

A  court  should  never  be  rolled  in  the 
condition  players  leave  it  after  play.  It 
should  be  swept  over  first,  until  all 
lumps  are  leveled  down,  before  the  roll- 
er is  allowed  on  its  surface.  A  player's 
heel  raises  a  little  lump  ;  if  the  roller 
goes  over  this  before  it  is  swept  down 
even  again,  a  hard  ridge  results  and  the 
ball  will  bound  unevenly  from  it.  The 
best  sweeper  is  a  heavy  joist  of  wood 
with  a  dozen  thicknesses  of  old  jute 
bagging,  or  coarse  cloth,  fastened  to  its 
bottom  and  trailing  on  behind  it.  This 
should  be  drawn  over  the  court  with  a 
handle  or  rope  several  times. 

There  is  wider  range  in  building  a 
grass  court.  If  one  has  a  fine,  well- 
drained  lawn,  it  may  be  only  necessary 
to  mark  out  the  court  and  begin  to  play, 
but  "there  are  others." 

Let  us  suppose  a  tennis  enthusiast  is 
anxious  to  lay  out  a  good  grass  court  on 
his  private  lawn.  If  the  ground  is  level 
and  naturally  drains  itself,  and  the  turf 
is  smooth,  it  is  only  necessary  to  cut  out 
the  sod  in  patches  wherever  the  smallest 
depressions  or  mounds  are  seen,  and  cut 
away  or  build  up  the  ground  beneath  it 
before  returning  the  sod  to  its  place. 
Then  select  the  best  spot  on  the  lawn 
and  put  up  your  net  after  the  court  is 
marked  out,  but  once  more  be  it  noted 
that  it  should  run  north  and  south,  not 


east  and  west.  The  net-posts  should 
not  be  permanently  sunk  in  the  ground, 
as  on  an  earth  court,  for  the  lines  of  a 
turf  court  should  be  constantly  shifted, 
if  only  for  a  few  feet  at  a  time.  Other- 
wise, the  sod  will  soon  wear  off  bare 
and  brown  at  the  base-lines,  where  the 
server  stands.  Just  as  soon  as  the  first 
signs  of  dying  grass  appear,  the  lines 
should  be  shifted  three  or  four  feet. 

Grass  courts  should  be  marked  with 
paint,  too,  not  with  whitewash  or  lime. 
Lime  burns  up  the  grass  and  kills  it, 
while  whitewash  cakes,  crumbles  and 
gets  scattered  about  in  the  grass  too 
much.  If  using  natural  turf,  it  is  wise 
to  sow  it  thickly  with  some  fertile  grass 
seed  twice  or  three  times  a  season,  and 
to  water  it  profusely  every  day  from 
spring  to  fall,  except  when  it  rains  hard,, 
and  twice  each  day  during  dry  weather,, 
if  it  is  being  used  much.  Rolling  will 
improve  the  court  wonderfully,  par- 
ticularly if  spiked  shoes  are  being  used 
on  its  surface,  and  the  grass  should  be 
clipped  close  certainly  twice  a  week,  or 
three  times  during  the  rainy  seasons. 
Before  it  is  either  rolled  or  used  after  a 
storm,  it  should  be  thoroughly  swept 
with  a  regular  broom  all  over  its  sur- 
face, for  in  most  soil  there  are  worms 
that  throw  up  little  piles  of  dirt  after 
each  rain. 

But  if  one's  lawn  is  not  drained  well 
enough  for  a  tennis  court,  or  its  grass  is 
too  thin,  or  the  whole  surface  is  uneven, 
it  will  be  necessary  to  prepare  it  before 
marking  out  the  court.  If  the  fault  lies 
only  in  the  quality  of  the  turf,  the  sod 
should  be  "  stripped  "  off,  a  little  rick 


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—  "Sewep.  — 
PLAN    OF    DRAI^AGE    SYSTEM. 


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53 


earth  spread  over  the  former  ground  un- 
der the  sod,  and  fresh  sods  of  a  better 
quality  brought  and  carefully  fitted  over 
the  full  surface  of  the  court.  Great 
care  should  be  taken  to  fit  these  fresh 
sods  close  together,  and  after  they  are 
laid,  the  surface  should  be  well  beaten 
with  a  flat,  heavy  wooden  beater,  and 
rolled  and  watered  daily  without  use 
until  the  new  roots  have  had  several 
weeks  in  which  to  take  a  firm  hold. 
Plenty  of  water  is  necessary  on  new  sod, 
and  some  grass-seed  generously  strewn 
over  the  new  sods  will  often  make  the 
growth  more  luxuriant. 

Generally,  the  highest  portion  of  the 
ground  on  the  old  level  should  be  a  foot 
above  the  surrounding  lawn,  and  the 
rest  terraced  to  bring  it  to  this  level, 
according  to  the  general  contour  and 
slope  of  the  lawn. 

In  building  tip  the  ground  like  this, 
it  is  wise  to  use  broken  rocks  a  good 
deal,  as  in  a  well-made  earth  court,  to 
help  the  drainage,  and  at  the  edge  of 
each  terrace  the  newly  -  made  land 
should  be  held  in  place  by  a  roughly 
built  wall  of  broken  stone,  which  can 
be  masked  behind  a  grass  terrace  or 
left  open  to  facilitate  drainage.  If 
heavy  stone  is  not  put  in  these  terraces, 
the  rains  of  the  spring  and  fall  will 
wash  these  away  entirely,  they  will  be 
undermined  and  cave  in. 

To  mark  out  a  court,  two  pegs  should 
be  driven  into  the  ground  78  feet  apart 
and  parallel  with  the  edge  of  the  pre- 
pared plot.  Along  a  string  stretched 
taut  from  one  peg  to  the  other,  mark  the 
first  side-line.  Then  drive  down  pegs  for 
the  other  two  corners  of  the  court,  each 
being  36  feet  from  its  nearest  corner,  and 
the  two  being  78  feet  apart.     But  before 


any  of  the  other  lines  are  marked  a 
string  should  be  stretched  across  the 
diagonals  of  the  court,  first  from  one 
corner  to  its  diagonal  opposite,  and  then 
across  the  opposite  diagonal,  to  prove 
that  the  court  is  absolutely  square,  not 
diamond-shaped.  These  two  diagonals 
should  be  exactly  the  same.  When  this 
is  proved  to  be  correct,  the  outer  lines 
of  the  court  can  be  marked. 

Next  come  the  single-court  side-lines, 
and  they  should  be  put  in,  whether  you 
intend  to  use  the  court  for  singles  or 
not.  They  are  parallel  with  the  outer 
side-lines  and  4>4  feet  inside  of  them. 
Twenty-one  feet  from  the  net  (that  is, 
18  feet  from  the  base-lines),  at  either 
side  of  the  court,  a  peg  should  be  driven 
down  on  the  inner  side-line,  and  the 
service-line  marked  across  in  each  half 
of  the  court.  Finally,  a  peg  should  be 
put  in  the  ground  at  the  middle  of  each 
of  the  base-lines,  and  a  string  stretched 
from  one  to  the  other.  This  will  give 
the  position  of  the  half-court-line,  which 
should  extend,  however,  only  from  one 
service-line  to  the  other.  On  each  base- 
line, just  inside  the  peg,  a  small  mark 
should  be  made  to  indicate  plainly  the 
center  of  the  base-line,  so  that  it  is  easy 
to  see  that  the  server  stands  on  the  oppo- 
site side  of  the  base-line  from  the  court 
into  which  he  is  serving. 

It  is  well  to  drive  down  the  pegs  deep 
enough  not  to  interfere  with  the  play- 
ers, and  leave  them  there  for  future 
marking.  On  grass  courts  this  rule  can 
also  be  followed  to  advantage,  and  when 
it  is  necessary  to  move  the  lines  the  pegs 
can  be  moved  just  one  foot  or  two  or 
three  by  exact  measurement,  and  the 
diagonals  tested  when  they  are  replaced, 
before  marking  out  the  fresh  court. 


THI 


^CRIST. 


SAUCY  little  breeze  one  day. 
Ere  March  had  blown  itself  awa)', 
Among  the  trees  went  suing. 
And  which  his  love,  but  one  could  tell  ; 
They  kept  their  pretty  secret  well. 
None  knew  liow  sped  the  wooing. 


Each  day  he  came  through  early  spring, 
And  flew   to  each,  on  perrumed  wing, 

The  roguish  little  satyr  ! 
But  where  his  tale  of  love  was  coo'd, 
Or  which  the  one  the  gallant  woo'd, 

Was  quite  another  matter  ! 


But  soon,  as  April  warmer  grew, 

His  whispered  words  grew  warmer  too, 

And  bolder  his  caressing  ; 
Till,  bending  shy,  her  slender  plume, 
A  peach  tree  blushed  to  rosy  bloom. 

The  secret  thus  confessing. 

Pauline  Prances  Camp. 


/=\ALLARO   5Hl©©TiNO   m   THe   Tflf\eeR= 


BY  FRANK  E.  KELLOGG. 


NEARLY  every  sportsman  has  some 
particular  bird  that  it  is  his  espe- 
cial delight  to  pursue,  and  most 
of  us  have  some  certain  method 
of  hunting  that  same  bird  that  fills  our 
soul  with  joy.  While  grouse,  quail, 
snipe  and  in  fact  all  kinds  of  wing 
shooting  are  fine,  I  must  say  that  for 
me  wild-fowl  shooting  stands  pre-emi- 
nent, and  of  the  various  forms  of  it, 
shooting  over  a  goodly  flock  of  decoys, 
with  a  genial  companion,  is  the  most 
seductive. 

There  is  one  other  method  of  shoot- 
ing wild  fowl,  which,  probably  from 
early  associations,  claims  a  warm  spot 
in  my  heart,  and,  I  regret  to  say,  we  get 
but  little  of  it  along  the  Mississippi 
these  later  years.  I  refer  to  mallard 
shooting  in  the  timber  when  the  spring 
migrations  are  on. 

Years  ago  we  had  a  surfeit  of  that 
kind  of  sport  every  spring,  but  of 
late  it  has  been  rare,  and  the  shooter 
must  be  on  the  alert  to  go  the  day  the 
advance  flight  appears,  as  the  ducks  re- 
main only  one  day,  whereas  in  former 
years  they  tarried  many  days,  and  some- 
times weeks. 

There  is  something  peculiarly  fas- 
cinating about  mallard  shooting  in  the 
timber  during  the  first  pleasant  days  of 
spring,  and  a  person  who  has  once  en- 
joyed it  will  ever  after  have  a  lingering 
fondness  for  it  and  a  longing  to  try  it 
again. 

Two  years  ago  the  writer  was  for- 
tunate  enough  to   again  participate  in 

one  of  these  shoots.     Friend  L and 

myself  determined  to  catch  the  first 
flight  if  possible.     One  afternoon,  the 

latter  part  of  March,  L came  to  me 

and  said  he  thought  we  had  better  go 
next  morning. 

"  I  have  noticed  several  flocks  go 
north  this  afternoon,  and  the  air  is  so  soft 
and  spring-like  that  I  think  the  first  flight 
will  be  here  to-night,"  he  said. 

"  That  just  suits  me.  I  am  aching  to 
get  in  the  woods  after  them,"  I  replied. 

Next  morning,  after  an  early  break- 
fast, we  went  a  four-mile  drive  along 
the  Mississippi  bluffs  ;  hitched  the 
horse  and  donned  our  top-boots  and 
shell  vests,  the  latter  filled  with  chilled 
sixes  and  smokeless,  and  started  for  the 


woods.  The  warm  spring  air  made  us 
feel  that  it  was  worth  something  to  live 
through  a  long,  marrow-freezing  win- 
ter. A  few  pairs  of  mallards  circling 
over  the  tree-tops  told  us  that  we  had 
struck  it  right.  We  had  gone  but  a  short 
distance  in  the  forest  when  a  series  of 
quacks  greeted  our  ears,  and  several 
mallards  sprang  from  a  little  puddle 
out  of  gunshot  and  made  off. 

"  This  will  never  do,"  said  my  com- 
panion ;  "  we  go  crashing  through  the 
woods  like  a  couple  of  tenderfeet." 

"  Never  mind  ;  let's  get  to  some  feed- 
ing-place. These  ducks  will  keep  for  a 
few  hours  ;  we  will  get  them  later  on," 
I  replied. 

Every  few  yards  we  could  hear  a  pair 
get  out  ahead  of  us,  so  we  were  confi- 
dent of  getting  some  shooting.  Once,  as 
we  passed  a  little  depression  containing 
a  few  pails  of  water,  a  couple  of  badly 
frightened  mallards  that  had  lingered 
too  long  got  up,  uttering  loud  protests 
at  our  intrusion.  Each  of  us  picked  out 
the  duck  on  the  side  nearer,  and  they 
both  subsided. 

Half  a  mile  further  on  we  separated, 
I  going  to  a  swale  or  bed  of  a  slough 
containing  scattered  clumps  of  willows 
with  a  pin-oak  ridge  on  one  side,  while 

L announced  his  intention  of  going 

about  eighty  rods  northeast  of  me.  As 
I  neared  my  stand,  about  two  dozen 
mallards  rose  up  out  of  the  shallow 
puddles  and  scattered  through  the 
woods.  Making  no  effort  to  shoot,  as 
I  knew  they  would  return  some  time 
during  the  day,  I  quietly  walked  into  the 
swale  and  took  my  stand  by  a  bushy 
willow.     A  moment  later  the  whip-like 

crack  of  L -'s  gun  told  me  he  had 

opened  the  ball. 

My  turn  came  a  few  moments  after, 
as  a  pair  of  mallards  came  along  and 
started  to  locate  near  me.  I  made  a 
pretty  double  and  anchored  both  of 
them.  Then  I  must  fill  my  pipe,  and 
when  that  confounded  cracking  match- 
exploded  it  scared  an  unnoticed  mallard 
just  dropping  its  wings  to  come  in. 
Those  matches  have  spoiled  many  a 
shot  for  me  ;  but  that  time,  the  day  was  ■ 
so  delicious  that  I  couldn't  feel  cross 
even  at  a  cracking  match,  so  I  made  a 
resolve  to  watch  closer  next  time  and 


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went  on  smoking.  I  suspect  the  quiet 
of  the  scene  must  have  charmed  me  into 
forgetfulness  and  caused  me  to  neglect 
my  business.  At  any  rate,  on  hearing 
a  sHght  noise,  I  looked  around  and  saw 
a  pair  of  mallards  standing  on  their 
tails  about  twenty  yards  away,  vigor- 
ously lecturing  me  on  the  poor  taste  of 
coming  where  I  wasn't  invited,  while 
their  wings  frantically  worked  the  back 
motion,  trying  to  retire  as  expeditiously 
as  possible.  Two  quick  shots  sent  them 
both  crashing  through  a  willow. 

A  little  later  I  looked  down  a  long, 
narrow  opening  in  the  forest,  slightly 

to  the  left  of  where  I  supposed  L 

to  be,  and  saw  a  drake  coming  toward 
me.  Mentally  deciding  that  he  would 
make  a  nice  addition  to  my  pile,  I  stood 
watching  him. 

Suddenly,  without  a  second's  warn- 
ing, my  intended  victim  doubled  up  in 
the  air  and  collapsed  like  a  wet  rag. 
The  first  thought  that  came  to  me  was 
that  it  was  a  queer  feat  for  a  healthy 
mallard  to  perform,  and  then  the  sharp 
crack  of  a  gun  smote  the  air,  and  I  knew 
it  was  my  friend's  doing. 

Looking  south,  shortly  after,  I  saw  a 
pair  of  mallards  coming  slowly  up  my 
swale,  evidently  looking  for  a  place  to 
dine.  Standing  perfectly  motionless,  I 
watched  them  prospecting  along,  side 
by  side.  The  green-headed  gallant  was 
chattering  away,  giving  his  plainly 
dressed  sweetheart  a  lot  of  taffy,  as  is 
customary,  and  doubtless  assuring  her 
that  she  was  the  only  duck  in  the  world 
he  cared  a  cent  for.  I  moved  not  a 
muscle  until  they  slid  over  a  clump  of 
willows  in  front  of  me,  chuckling  away 
to  themselves,  and  extended  their 
orange  legs  to  alight,  gracefully  hold- 
ing themselves  stationary  in  the  air  a 
moment.  The  time  had  come  to  act, 
and  the  gun  went  to  my  face  like  a  flash. 
Both  ducks  leaped  into  the  air  with  one 
frantic,  nerve-paralyzing  bound. 

My  right  centered  the  drake  at  the 
height  of  his  leap,  and  as  the  wither- 
ing blast  struck  him,  he  dropped  to 
earth,  where  he  was  joined  a  second 
later  by  his  mate. 

For  perhaps  ten  minutes  I  stood 
enjoying  the  pleasant  sunshine  sifting 
down  through  the  leafless  branches,  the 
distant  calling  of  some  female  mallard 
contrasting  sharply  with  the  soft  dron- 
ing of  the  light  wind  through  the  trees. 
All  at  once  I  heard  the  low,  shrill  hiss 


that  comes  from  no  throat  but  a  mallard 
drake's.  Turning  my  head,  I  saw  him 
passing  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  willow, 
utterly  oblivious  of  his  danger.  Silently 
and  swiftly  the  gun  came  up,  a  sharp 
report,  and  he  was  mine. 

It  was  the  easiest  shooting  in  the 
world,  and  the  pleasantest.  I  could  see 
or  hear  ducks  nearly  every  moment, 
but  there  were  plenty  of  feeding-places 
and  I  only  got  my  share.  Ten  fine 
mallards  were    piled   around   my   tree 

when  L came  up  for  a  lunch  and  a 

chat. 

"  How  are  you  fixed  ? "  he  inquired. 

"  Middling,  thank  you,"  with  a  nod 
toward  the  pile. 

"  Went  me  two  better,"  was  his  com- 
ment, after  counting  my  ducks, 

"  I  only  missed  two  shots,"  I  re- 
marked with  an  air  of  conscious  su- 
periority. 

"  I  didn't  miss  any,"  was  the  re- 
joinder, "but  I  wasn't  in  a  very  good 
place.  I  could  shoot  from  now  till 
Christmas,  and  not  miss  a  shot,  at  this 
kind  of  shooting  ;  it's  like  shooting 
chickens  in  a  barnyard  —  what  the— 
shoo,  get  off  my  hat." 

I  laugh  now  when  thinking  about 
it.  There  were  perhaps  twenty  mal- 
lards that  had  started  to  alight  on 
us,  climbing,  leaping,  and  squawking. 
They  had  dropped  in  from  the  river 
on  the  opposite  side  of  the  tree,  and 
now  were  frantically  trying  to  get  out 
of  range.  In  as  many  seconds,  four 
barrels  were  emptied  at  them,  and 
they  all  flew  away — not  a  feather  was 
touched.  We  gazed  at  each  other  re- 
proachfully for  a  moment ;  then  as  we 
walked  slowly  up  the  little  slope  and 
sat  down  on  a  log  to  eat  our  lunch,  I  re- 
marked :  "  Just  '  like  shooting  chickens 
in  a  barnyard,'  isn't  it  ?  " 

While   devouring  sandwiches,  pickles 

and  pie  I  said  to  L :  "  You  spoiled 

a  nice  shot  for  me  this  morning,"  and  I 
told  him  about  the  mallard  headed  my 
way  that  dropped  so  limp  all  at  once. 

"  I  hate  to  spoil  the  romance  of  that 
shot,  but  the  truth  is,  I  didn't  kill  that 

duck.     I  saw  it  fall  though,"  said  L , 

quickly. 

"  Who  did  ?  "  I  asked,  wonderingly. 

"  I  don't  know.  Some  freckle-faced 
farmer  bo}^  in  blue  overalls  and  a  black 
hat,  shooting  an  old  musket." 

At  that  jimcture  L picked  up  his 

gun  without  the  least  show  of  excite- 


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ment  and  continued,  "  Point  your  g-un 
at  the  top  of  that  big  willow — quick  !  " 

A  queer  picture,  two  men  sitting  on 
a  log  with  both  guns  leveled  at  the 
top  of  a  willow  and  nothing  in  sight. 
Ten  seconds  after  we  heard  a  familiar 
hiss,  and  two  mallard  drakes  appeared 
at  the  top  of  the  willow.  "  Now  !  "  A 
double  report  rang  out,  and  both  drakes 
crashed  through  the  tree. 

"Saw  'em  coming,"  L volunteered, 

as  he  settled  back  on  the  log  and  filled 
his  mouth  with  pie. 

Half   an    hour   later,    after    a    social 

smoke,  L departed  with  the  remark 

that  he  was  "going  to  put  my  eye  out," 
and  I  resumed  business  at  the  old  stand. 
I  was  so  thoroughly  contented  and 
happy  that    I    didn't   care  much  about 


killing  many  more,  although  I  made  no 
intentional  misses. 

Occasionally  one  was  added  to  my 
bag,  until  about  four  o'clock  I  was  de- 
bating whether  to  pull  up  stakes,  find 

L ,  and  start  for  home,  when  I  espied 

a  drake  coming  down  the  swale  toward 
me,  pretty  high  up.  I  was  behind  the 
willow,  and  as  he  came  squarely  over 
me,  waving  his  long,  lithe,  snake-like 
head  from  side  to  side,  I  pulled  the 
trigger.  At  the  report,  the  fine  dark 
green  head  was  laid  on  the  glossy  back, 
the  powerful  wings  clasped  his  sides, 
and  the  drake  pitched   headlong  at  the 

foot  of  a  willow.     I  found  L a  few 

moments  after.  He  had  the  better 
shooting  in  the  afternoon,  and  our  bag 
footed  up  thirty-six,  all  mallards. 


YOR 


ACCOUWT  ©i 

PiH  ©ceAW 
YACHT  l^ACE 

BY  E.  C.  JEWELL. 


BOTH  owners  were  enthusiastic 
yachtsmen,  and  each  was  sure 
of  the  superior  merits  of  his 
craft.  To  settle  the  question 
they  made  a  match  for  a  race  which 
should  be  a  race,  and  test  the  speed  and 
sea-going  power  of  the  boats  and  the 
pluck  and  seamanship  of  the  crew.  It 
was  to  be  a  war '  to  the  death  from 
Marblehead  to  New  York  for  the  lust 
and  glory  of  the  thing,  with  a  $600  cup 
as  a  memorial  for  the  winner. 


It  is  a  long  course  for  boats  50  feet  long 
or  under  to  sail  in  blustery  weather, 
and  there  is  rough-water  going  in  the 
stretch  to  Cape  Cod  and  on  the  outside 
of  the  Cape;  ugly  sailing  to  be  done,  too, 
over  Nantucket  Shoals  and  from  Gay 
Head  past  Montauk  Point  and  Point 
Judith  into  Long  Island  vSound.  And 
even  the  blue-water  sailors  who  smile  at 
the  summer-day  achievements  of  most 
yachtsmen  allow  a  drop  or  so  of  salt 
water  and  several  grains  of  marine  sand 


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in  the  blood  of  the  amateurs  who  take 
such  a  trip  for  sport. 

On  the  day  fixed  for  the  start,  a  good 
strong  sou'westerly  breeze  was  driving 
lip  roughly  heaped  clouds,  and  the  sea 
looked  dark  and  cold  offshore.  After 
an  afternoon  of  bustle  both  boats  were 
stretching  about  the  harbor,  and  though 
there  was  a  bit  of  spite  in  the  puffs,  our 
craft,  a  50-foot  schooner,  carried  a  small 
main  gaff-topsail.  We  mustered  thir- 
teen all  aboard — six  amateurs  and  the 
skipper,  four  hands,  cook  and  steward 
forward  ;  and  we  started  on  a  Friday, 
but  one  of  the  amateurs  had  the  good 
luck  to  find  a  crooked  copper,  which  was 
nailed  forthwith  to  the  foremast  and 
Friday's  evil  omen  was  averted.  The 
other  yacht  was  a  Burgess  cutter,  a  few 
feet  shorter,  but  supposed  to  have  the 
advantage,  if  there  was  any,  from  her 
single-stick  rig  and  model ;  and  she 
carried  four  amateurs,  a  sailing  master, 
three  hands  and  a  steward. 

The  sloop  thought  a  few  minutes'  ad- 
vantage not  worth  fighting  for  at  the 
start  of  a  250-mile  course,  so  she  sailed 
soberly  about  above  the  starting-line, 
waiting  for  the  gun.  But  the  schooner 
set  out  to  show  Uncle  Sam's  officers,  the 
judges,  a  sample  of  yacht  jockeying. 
With  one  of  the  amateurs  at  the  wheel, 
a  first-rate  sailor  and  racing  inan,  we 
went  zigzagging  about  the  government 
ship,  the  helmsman  gauging  her  speed, 
and  at  times  "  driving  "  her  until  the 
water  boiled  her  whole  length,  deep  on 
the  lower  side  of  the  deck.  One  man 
sat  with  his  eyes  glued  to  a  stop-watch, 
calling  out  the  minutes  and  seconds, 
before  the  time  for  the  starting- gun. 
With  beautiful  precision  our  steersman 
brought  the  mettled  little  schooner 
down  over  the  line  at  top  speed  just  as 
the  smoke  puffed  out  of  the  gun.  The 
starters  gave  her  a  cheer  for  the  bit  of 
showing  off,  and  away  she  went,  with  a 
hand  climbing  the  foremasc  to  loose  the 
foretopsail. 

The  sloop  was  three  minutes  or  more 
in  passing  the  start,  and  went  flying 
down  the  smooth  harbor  and  out  round 
the  lighthouse  point  to  open  water  after 
her  leader.  Outside,  the  sea  was  raked 
with  steep  waves  that  welcomed  us 
viciously  and  promised  a  lively  dance 
if  the  breeze  continued  to  freshen.  No 
sooner  was  the  schooner  out  in  it  than 
the  foretopsail,  lately  set,  melted  into  a 
little  bunch  at  the  masthead,  as  it  was 


clewed  up,  and  the  maintopsail  had  to 
follow  likewise. 

The  steward,  deceived  by  the  smooth 
water  of  the  harbor,  had  left  all  the 
openings  in  the  deck,  for  light  and  air, 
uncovered ;  and  the  third  or  fourth 
plunge  in  the  chop  outside  she  took  a 
solid  crest,  green  water,  as  the  sailors 
say,  over  the  bow,  which  washed  down 
hatches  and  skylights  and  flooded  the 
sailors'  quarters,  the  forecastle  and  the 
cooking-room. 

For  half  an  hour  or  more  both  craft 
pounded  into  the  head  sea  on  the  course 
to  the  Cape  Cod  lights.  Astern,  the 
cutter  ■  seemed  to  be  making  worse 
weather  of  it  than  the  schooner,  and  we 
were  dropping  her  fast.  She  would 
plunge  viciously,  and  the  white  water 
would  seem  to  wash  clear  to  her  mast. 
Then  they  would  luff  and  let  her  go 
along  easier. 

Just  as  the  first  dusk  began  to  put 
hard  shadows  on  the  clouds,  we  saw  her 
manoeuvre  strangely,  but  were  so  far 
ahead  that  in  the  dimming  light  we 
could  not  make  out  exactly  what  she 
was  doing.  As  the  wind  had  grown 
stronger  and  the  sea  worse  since  we 
drew  away  from  the  land,  we  guessed 
that  she  had  come  to  in  order  to  reef  ; 
and  soon  we  could  no  longer  make  her 
out. 

We  drove  ahead,  the  wind  stronger 
still,  and  the  spring  of  the  waves  for 
our  weather  bow  more  headlong  every 
moment.  Just  before  dark  a  council  of 
war  determined  us  on  shortening  sail. 
It  looked  like  a  very  dirty  night,  indeed, 
and  the  sea  just  ''fitted  her,"  i.  e.,  the 
waves  came  just  far  enough  apart  to 
make  her  plunge  in  the  worst  possible 
manner ;  and  our  bowsprit  writhed 
suggestively  when  she  pounded  over 
one  sea  only  to  stick  that  "  nose-pole  " 
deep  into  the  next,  and  recovered,  her 
bows  a  smother  of  froth  and  the  foot  of 
the  jib  black  with  wet,  dripping  above 
the  still  quivering  bowsprit.  So  we  de- 
cided to  take  in  the  jib  entirely  and  put 
two  reefs  in  the  mainsail,  lest  carrying 
away  a  spar  should  lose  us  our  advan- 
tage and  the  race. 

It  was  like  taking  the  brake  off  from 
a  four-in-hand  drag  on  a  steep  grade, 
and  she  seemed  fairly  to  fly  when  re- 
leased from  the  grip  of  head  wind  and 
sea,  as  the  helm  went  up  for  a  few  min- 
utes while  we  took  in  headsail  before 
the   wind.     Then  she  rounded  to,  and 


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pitched  sullenly  and  wildly  while  the 
double  reef  was  being  tied  down.  This 
done,  she  was  brought  to  her  course 
again  and  went  along  more  easily  under 
the  reduced  sail.  So  with  the  consciovis- 
ness  of  being  all  right  for  the  night,  the 
afterguard  went  down  into  the  cabin 
and,  throwing  off  oilskins  and  pilot  jack- 
ets, sat  down  to  dinner,  with  astounding 
appetites  after  the  keen  air  and  hard 
work — all  except  one.  The  pride  of  the 
amateurs,  who  sported  a  stunning  golf 
suit,  was  laid  low.  He  was  a  good 
yachtsman,  but — well,  perhaps  the  golf 
suit  was  to  blame,  so  he  stayed  on  deck, 
stretchedunostentatiouslyflat.  The  rest 
of  us  had  a  jolly  time  over  a  dinner 
that  must  have  cost  the  steward  no  end 
of  work  in  that  swaying,  tumbling  gal- 
ley forward. 

We  managed  to  make  a  thorough 
business  of  dinner  by  balancing  the 
soup  and  by  holding  the  other  edibles 
down  in  the  racks  with  one  hand,  while 
we  wielded  fork  or  glass  with  the  other. 
Then  it  was  all  hands  on  deck  again, 
while  the  watches  were  chosen  and  the 
hands  forward  had  their  dinner. 

Things  looked  like  a  gale  of  wind  on 
deck  after  the  quiet  of  the  cabin,  but  in 
a  few  minutes  we  judged  the  weather 
as  only  a  very  strong  breeze — not  more 
than  "  half  a  gale  "  —  and  the  little 
schooner  made  easy  work  of  it  under 
her  shortened  sail.  So  the  watches  were 
divided  and  set,  and  after  a  half  hour  of 
chill  air  we  of  the  port  watch  went  be- 
low out  of  the  smashing  work  our  craft 
made  of  her  hurdle  race  over  the  snarl- 
ing, white-maned  waves  that  caine  rac- 
ing at  us  out  of  the  dusk,  which  met  the 
low  black  clouds  close  to  us,  so  close 
as  to  heighten  the  sense  of  isolation  of 
the  struggling  little  schooner. 

It  was  a  waste  of  time  to  study 
the  aesthetics  of  frowning  night-pictures 
when  a  good  berth  in  the  snug  cabin 
lay  waiting  for  us  ;  moreover,  with  the 
prospect  of  turning  out  at  midnight  for 
four  hours  of  steering  and  hauling.  So 
in  ten  minutes  our  three  amateurs  and 
two  hands  forward  were  tucked  away 
in  their  berths.  And  in  ten  more  the 
Chinese  orchestra  of  squeaking  parti- 
tions, groaning  spars,  rattling  doors  and 
thumping  rudder-stock  softened  into  a 
low,  droning  accompaniment  to  the 
swaying  seesaw  of  our  ocean  cradle,  and 
we  were  in  the  soundest  slumber  known 
to  man. 


It  onljr  seemed  another  quarter  of  an 
hour  when  a  burlesque  boatswain's  call 
of  "  Ahoy  there  !  all  the  port  watch  on 
deck  !  D'ye  hear  the  news  ?"  turned  us 
out  to  find  the  schooner  under  all  sail  once 
more,  beating  up  to  Cape  Cod  against  a 
light  air  that  had  drawn  into  the  south- 
east. The  other  watch  had  had  a  grad- 
ually lessenmg  breeze,  till  finally  they 
had  set  topsails  just  before  we  came  on 
deck. 

Our  watch  was  monotonous  enough, 
with  the  slow  sailing  against  the  light 
air,  broken  only  by  tacking  ship  about 
every  bell  (half  hour)  and  keeping  look- 
out for  lights.  Once  an  old  hooker, 
ambling  lazily  along,  winged  off  before 
it,  tried  to  cross  our  bows,  but  we  held 
our  luff,  and  drew  into  her  so  swiftly 
that  she  had  to  swing  far  out  of  her 
course,  with  foresail  aback  and  the  old 
mossback  at  the  wheel  shouting  some- 
thing that  we  neither  heard  nor  heeded. 

We  routed  out  the  other  watch  at  four 
o'clock,  with  great  satisfaction  at  their 
yawning  and  grumbling — tit  for  tat — 
and  went  down  for  our  second  snooze 
just  as  the  first  dim  gray  of  dawn  was 
adding  still  another  degree  to  the  aching 
desolation  of  the  leaden  sea  and  clouded 
sky,  accented  by  the  faint  outlines  of 
the  desert  sand-dunes  of  Cape  Cod  off 
there  to  starboard,  stretching  into  mere 
shadow  north  and  south. 

The  starboard  watch  steered  us  into 
good  weather  after  sunrise,  and  at  eight 
bells  (eight  o'clock)  the  baffling  air  of 
the  last  two  watches  had  become  a 
pretty  southeast  sailing  breeze,  and  we 
were  along  by  Chatham,  rather  close  in- 
shore, as  it  had  been  decided  to  make  a 
fair  wind  of  it  by  following  the  beach 
channel  around  Monomoy  Point,  instead 
of  keeping  out  to  cross  the  shoals  by  the 
ship  channel.  With  all  hands  at  sta- 
tions for  quick  work  if  it  should  be  nec- 
essary, our  amateur  captain  and  mate 
took  her  through  this  shallow  channel 
very  neatly,  and  at  ten  o'clock  we  had 
made  our  short  cut  successfully,  and 
squared  away  in  the  ship's  channel  for 
the  run  up  Nantucket  Sound. 

All  hands  made  lively  work  of  setting 
fore  gaff-topsail  and  balloon  main-top- 
mast staysail,  and  shifting  the  small 
jib-topsail  for  a  new  ballooner,  which 
sheeted  far  aft  to  the  quarter,  and  com- 
pleted the  cloud  of  canvas.  The  soft  air, 
full  of  sunshine,  came  pouring  into  our 
enormous    kites,    and   sent   us    roaring 


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along  in  true  racing  style.  The  crews 
of  the  lightships,  which  we  passed  close 
aboard,  gathered  at  the  rails  to  watch 
and  probably  to  speculate  on  our  cloud 
of  racing  sail — a  sight  not  often  seen 
over  a  50-foot  boat  in  those  waters  so 
late  in  the  year. 

All  day  long  the  breeze  held  true,  and 
hour  after  hour  we  chuckled  at  our  10 
or  lo  1-2  knot  speed,  which  rose  between 
two  of  the  lightships  to  a  fraction  over 
II  knots  (about  13  land  miles)  per  hour. 
The  decks  dried  out  white  again,  and  the 
brass  and  mahogany  shone  and  sparkled 
afresh  after  the  stiff  bout  of  the  night 
before.  Layer  after  layer  of  clothes 
came  off  from  the  crew,  and  the  golf 
suit  recovered  and  moved  again  among 
us.  So  we  sprawled  about  the  deck  and 
squinted  knowingly  at  the  great  white 
canvas  of  the  kites  swaying  easily 
against  the  far-off  blue  of  the  sky,  tak- 
ing a  pull  now  and  then  to  make  every- 
thing draw  its  best,  and  "keeping  her 
walking."  Twice  in  a  watch  each  ama- 
teur took  his  trick  at  the  wheel,  for  the 
amateurs  did  all  the  steering  and  navi- 
gation throughout  the  cruise.  Then  the 
happy  tar  would  sit  fondling  the  spokes, 
with  an  eye  dropping  constantly  into 
the  binnacle,  and  a  joyful  grin  as  he 
glanced  at  the  taut  leach  of  the  balloon 
staysail  or  at  the  white  wake  reeling 
itself  swiftly  out  astern,  with  the  patent 
log  leaping  through  it  like  a  fish  in 
chase. 

We  took  our  fill  of  lazy  enjoyment  in 
this  day  of  swift  sailing  over  a  smooth 
summer  sea,  but  it  was  broken  off  rather 
abruptl}^ 

Soon  after  we  changed  our  course  to 
stand  out  between  Martha's  Vineyard 
and  the  Elizabeth  Islands,  about  four 
in  the  afternoon,  the  fleecy  clouds  began 
to  thicken  and  darken  in  the  southeast 
and  harden  into  a  black  curtain,  threat- 
ening wind  and  wet.  But  our  captain 
and  mate  were  not  to  be  frightened  be- 
fore they  were  hurt,  and  held  all  on  with 
the  balloon  sails,  even  if  the  skipper 
and  one  or  two  of  the  crew  forward  did 
shake  their  heads  a  bit  and  glance  now 
and  then  at  our  spreading  wings  aloft. 
We  had  not  long  to  wait.  In  a  quarter 
of  an  hour  a  smart  rain-squall  drove 
down  on  us,  knocking  the  schooner  al- 
most flat.  Not  a  rope  parted,  however, 
by  good  luck,  and  the  owner,  who  was 
at  the  wheel,  kept  everything  full,  since 
otherwise  the  light  sails  would  go  into 


ribbons  with  their  flapping.  The  bal- 
loon jib-topsail,  with  eight  of  us  on  the 
bowsprit,  came  down  first  in  workman- 
like fashion,  without  trailing  overboard, 
which  would  have  lost  us  the  sail  and 
likely  a  man  with  it ;  and  then,  the  main- 
topmast  staysail,  which  was  shaking  and 
wrenching  the  mainmast  till  the  whole 
boat  trembled,  and  made  it  a  wonder 
that  the  topmast  should  stand  a  mo- 
ment. 

All  this  time  the  schooner  was  driving 
along  on  her  beam-ends  with  a  perfect 
maelstrom  of  white  water  covering  a 
third  of  her  deck  to  leeward,  heeling  so 
much  that  nimble  work  called  for  a  sure 
foothold  and  "  hanging  on  by  the  eye- 
lids." No  sooner  were  all  the  topsails 
off  than  both  the  headsail  sheets  slipped 
on  the  cleats  to  which  they  were  made 
fast  and  ran  out.  With  a  spring  like  a 
flash,  the  skipper  seized  the  forestaysail 
sheet  and  had  it  trimmed  aft  again  in  a 
breath.  But  the  jib  sheet  had  run  out  al- 
together and  the  sail  was  flapping  and 
thrashing,  "  jumping  "  the  stay  till  bow- 
sprit and  foremast  shook  the  schooner  to 
the  bottom-most  keel-bolt.  It  was  all 
over  in  a  few  seconds,  however,  and  the 
jib  hauled  snugly  down  the  bowsprit, 
but  not  before  its  thrashing  had  broken 
the  heavy  rope  to  which  its  luff  or  outer 
side  was  stitched.  Every  one  drew  a 
breath  when  all  was  fast,  for  this  acci- 
dent might  have  broken  some  part  of 
the  rigging  which  would  have  disabled 
us  and  sent  us  into  port  for  repairs  ;  but 
we  were  able  to  keep  our  course  without 
the  jib,  so  a  couple  of  hands  were  sent 
out  to  splice  the  bolt-rope  and  repair 
damages  as  well  as  possible,  while  the 
schooner  held  on  through  Vineyard 
Sound  out  to  the  Sow  and  Pigs  Light- 
ship. 

Night  was  coming  on  as  the  course 
was  laid  from  the  lightship  to  Race 
Rock  Light,  at  the  entrance  of  Long 
Island  Sound.  There  was  already  a 
strong  southerly  sea  running,  which 
broke  high  on  frowning  Gay  Head,  now 
far  astern,  and  the  strengthening  south- 
east wind  sent  growing  white  -  caps 
across  the  swell.  But  as  the  breeze  was 
well  behind  us,  the  schooner  ran  swiftly 
over  that,  rolling  a  bit  and  tossing  away 
disdainfully  the  crests  that  leaped  into 
white  pyramids  when  the  southeast 
seas  broke  on  the  summit  of  the  old 
swell.  Still  she  yawed  vilely  without 
the  jib  to  check  the  windward  swing  of 


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the  bows,  every  time  she  stooped  over  a 
sea,  and  put  her  headrails  flush  with  the 
boiling-  crest  before  rising-  to  the  next, 
with  a  sidling  drop  of  the  stern,  away 
from  the  rudder  as  it  were.  It  was 
hard  work  steering,  you  may  be  sure, 
but  she  was  doing  noble  sailing,  so  we 
kept  her  at  it,  though  the  wind  had  risen 
till  we  did  not  dare  to  set  the  jib  for 
fear  of  losing  it  altogether  by  a  seeond 
break. 

Dinner  was  served  early,  for  it  looked 
like  another  bad  night ;  and  the  port 
watch,  which  would  have  the  ship  from 
eight  to  twelve,  took  an  hour's  rest  in 
their  berths  to  make  ready  for  hard 
work.  This  was  cut  short  at  seven  bells 
(7:30)  by  a  call  of  all  hands,  and  we  but- 
toned oilskins,  strapped  on  sou'westers, 
and  jumped  on  deck,  and  stopped  breath- 
less to  find  a  perfect  Inferno  after  the 
quiet  of  the  closely  shut  cabin.  The 
heavens  were  black  as  the  darkness  of 
the  blind,  and  were  so  close  that  the 
driving  rain-drops  seemed  the  groping 
fingers  of  that  black  chaos,  only  an  arm's 
length  away.  And  beneath  it  and  all 
about  us  the  ocean  was  a  sea  of  writh- 
ing, unearthly  fire,  blazing  with  phos- 
phorescence, where  each  rain-drop  bit 
of  flying  spume  lashed  its  surface. 
Veined  and  laced  with  this  magic  illu- 
mination, great  waves  reared  them- 
selves astern  and  raced  after  the  plung- 
ing schooner  that  was  flying  like  a  wild 
mustang  for  its  life  in  a  prairie  fire. 
Now  and  then  the  schooner  would  make 
a  flying  leap,  to  land  in  a  crest  just 
breaking  into  a  line  of  white,  at  once 
snow  and  fire,  on  either  side. 

So  we  watched  that  weird  yet  majes- 
tic and  beautiful  sky  of  ebony  and  ocean 
of  fire  while  means  of  taking  in  sail 
were  discussed.  It  was  blowing  a  small 
gale,  and  the  whole  mainsail  was  on  her. 
In  order  not  to  risk  having  the  decks 
swept  by  a  boarding  sea  in  coming  to 
the  wind,  it  was  determined  to  take  in 
the  mainsail  as  we  went,  since  we  had 
plenty  of  hands.  The  schooner  was 
brought  just  quartering  the  trough  of 
the  sea,  the  peak  was  dropped,  and  the 
boom  hauled  flat  in  and  secured.  Then 
all  hands  began  a  dogged  clutching  and 
dragging  and  fisting  to  muzzle  the 
thrashing  folds  of  the  great  sail,  to  keep 
it  from  going  overboard  and  getting 
away  from  us  entirely  as  it  came  slowly 
down.  Luck  and  the  number  of  bat- 
talions was  with   us,  and  after  five  or 


fifty  minutes — who  can  tell  ? — of  des- 
perate work,  we  had  the  sail  rolled  up 
in  some  sort  of  fashion  and  fastened  se- 
curely to  the  boom.  Then  we  were  snug 
as  possible,  with  nothing  set  but  the 
foresail  and  forcstaysail.  We  could 
heave  to  at  any  moment  if  the  sea  got 
too  heavy  for  running  ;  moreover,  we 
had  not  been  "  carrying  on"  for  nothing, 
and  were  already  past  Point  Judith, 
with  Block  Island  Light  getting  indis- 
tinct somewhere  out  on  the  port  quar- 
ter. Another  eighteen  or  twenty  miles, 
and  we  should  be  in  the  smooth  water 
of  the  Sound,  and  it  might  blow  and 
welcome.  So  the  starboard  watch,  ex- 
cept the  owner  and  the  skipper,  went 
below  to  their  blankets,  for  she  was 
making  pretty  weather  in  this  devil's 
caldron,  and  going  along  like  an  "old 
shoe,"  as  the  sailors  say. 

Yet  it  took  the  most  careful  steering 
and  unremitting  watchfulness  on  the 
helmsman's  part,  to  ease  her  over  the 
seas  and  make  good  the  course.  To  add 
to  his  enjoyment  the  binnacle  lights 
kept  blowing  out.  Then  one  had  to 
steer  by  the  revolution  of  the  earth,  so  to 
speak — by  the  wind  and  feel  of  the  boat 
— while  some  one  jumped  below  to  light 
the  lamps.  Again  there  was  the  con- 
tinual staring  over  the  fiery  water  to 
pick  up  the  lighthouses  we  expected  to 
make  out.  Some  one  would  see  a  spark- 
ling mote  away  ahead  and  sing  out  un- 
certainly. Then  we  would  pass  the 
word  to  the  captain  or  mate  at  work 
over  the  chart  down  below,  and  he 
would  verify  or  disprove  it  with  parallel 
ruler  and  scale.  It  was  strange  how 
quickly  we  became  used  to  the  features 
of  that  wild  night.  Coming  on  deck  into 
it  we  found  a  bit  of  the  Inferno  unde- 
scribed  by  Dante  (and  indescribable.) 
An  hour  later,  and  we  thought  of  the 
fiery  sea  only  as  bothersome  in  making 
out  the  lighthouses ;  of  the  sweeping 
waves  only  as  they  made  the  yacht  steer 
badly.  Yet  all  through  there  was  the 
keen  delight  of  achievement  and  doing 
that  which  we  had  set  out  to  do, — 
qiiand  incme  ! 

At  last  the  two  lights  of  Race  Rock 
and  the  Gull  lifted  out  of  the  weltering 
faint  gleam  of  the  phosphorescent  water, 
straight  ahead  as  we  were  going.  As 
we  drew  up  to  them,  the  torrents  of  rain 
ceased,  the  puffs  seemed  to  come  less 
frequently  and  violently,  and  an  hour 
before  midnight  found  us  two  or  three 


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miles  out,  going  rather  slowly  against 
the  furious  tide  that  came  ebbing  out 
of  the  Sound  agamst  the  steep  waves 
running  in.  The  wind  was  still  too 
strong  to  increase  sail,  however,  and  we 
held  on  till  the  port  watch  went  below 
at  midnight,  just  as  we  were  closing 
in  on  the  lights.  The  port  watch 
turned  in,  thoroughly  tired,  you  may  be 
sure.  One  of  them  sat  down  for  a 
moment  to  enjoy  sandwiches  and  Scotch, 
but  he  lost  himself  in  two  winks.  There 
he  slept  heavily  for  four  hours,  oilskins, 
sou'wester,  rubber  boots,  and  all  com- 
plete. 

The  starboard  watch  soon  tired  of 
waiting  for  the  gale  to  begin  again, 
since  the  wind  lightened  constantly, 
and  the  captain  set  the  mainsail  to  push 
her  through  the  Race.  The  breeze 
diminished  rapidly,  topsail  was  set,  and 
the  ship  pushed  slowly  against  the  head 
tide.  But  after  an  hour  of  this 
"  flubbing, "  everything  jerking  and 
cracking  as  she  lurched  helplessly  almost 
becalmed  in  the  heavy  sea  still  running, 
the  wind  came  out  strong  from  the 
northeast  and  again  put  some  life  into 
the  schooner's  clipper  heels.  This  in 
turn  strengthened  to  more  than  half 
a  gale.  But  the  more  the  better  in  the 
millpond  Sound.  It  was  a  fair  wind  ;  nor 
did  the  captain  spare  her.  He  held  on 
to  the  topsail  till  the  skipper  pleaded  for 
the  mast.  Then,  at  the  first  lull,  up  it 
went  again.  And  as  the  port  watch 
came  on  deck  at  4  o'clock,  a  hand  was 
rolling  it  up  for  the  fifth  time  in  three 
hours. 

They  had  made  magnificent  running 
in  the  smooth  waters  of  the  Sound 
with  the  strong  northeast  breeze  over 
the  quarter.  We  were  not  to  be  out- 
done, and  kept  her  driving  so  that  day- 
light found  us  past  Stratford  Shoal,  and 
the  log  of  our  watch  showed  11  knots 
within  the  hour  to  match  some  of  their 
runs. 

Breakfast  time  found  the  schooner 
drawing  into  the  waters  of  the  head  of 
the  Sound,  under  sailing  skies  again, 
with  less  strength  in  the  breeze.  The 
golf  suit  reappeared  once  more,  this 
time  from  a  berth,  where  he  had  passed 
a  season  of  retirement  and  meditation. 
And  we  filed  on  deck  with  the  inner  man 
satisfied  and  a  contented  mind. 

Balloon  sail  was  again  called  for  by  the 
dropping  breeze,  for  the  captain  would 
not  let  up  on  her  till  we  showed  our 


colors  at  the  finish  of  the  course.  So  in 
a  long  sunlit  morning  we  sailed  quietly 
up  the  head  of  the  Sound,  removing  ev- 
ery trace  of  the  stern  work  of  the  night, 
and  bringing  the  schooner  to  the  most 
spick  and- span  smartness.  We  seemed 
to  have  gotten  a  new  crew  to  match  the 
pleasant  weather.  Instead  of,  to  wit : 
one  suit  of  heavy  underclothes,  one  pair 
stockings,  one  ditto  lumberman's  socks 
(one-half  inch  thick),  two  jerseys,  two 
sweaters,  pilot-cloth  coat  and  trousers, 
blanket-lined  shooting  coat,  oilskin  suit, 
rubber  boots  and  sou'wester,  which  one 
man  inventoried,  he  reappeared  with 
yachting  suit  and  white  shirt,  fit  to  give 
an  arm  to  the  golf  suit  himself,  the  rest 
of  the  afterguard  blossoming  out  like- 
wise. 

As  the  marine  clock  struck  eight  bells 
(noon),  the  schooner  glided  slowly  past 
Execution  Rocks,  just  forty-four  hours 
from  Marblehead  harbor.  The  distance 
on  the  chart  is  264  marine  miles, but  the 
patent  log  registered  292^  knots  sailed, 
showing  an  average  speed  of  just  under 
seven  knots  per  hour.  We  were  natur- 
ally jubilant  over  such  a  performance. 

It  had  been  arranged  that  the  time 
of  arrival  should  also  be  taken  at  the 
New  York  Herald  observation  station 
farther  up  at  Whitestone.  So  we  held 
on  in  a  trifling  air  up  the  channel,  meet- 
ing all  sorts  of  craft  coming  down  that 
busy  thoroughfare.  One,  a  three- mast- 
ed schooner,  came  close  to  us  as  we 
rounded  Throg's  Neck.  Her  skipper 
glanced  curiously  at  our  cloud  of 
racing  sail,  and  then  hailed  :  "  Be  you 
one  of  the  yachts  racing  from  Marble- 
head  ? " 

"  Yes,"  said  a  chorus,  quickly.  "  Has 
the  sloop  been  heard  of  ?  " 

"  Put  back  disabled,  and  started  again 
that  night.  Did  ye  come  right  through  ? " 

We  said  we  had, 

"Good  for  you,"  said  the  old  skipper; 
"you're  winners,  and  no  mistake."  And 
this  was  the  first  assurance  that  the 
sloop  rival  was  behind  us  still.  In- 
deed she  did  not  succeed  in  rounding 
Cape  Cod,  when  she  met  the  roaring- 
southeaster. 

We  had  come  to  the  end  of  our  dash 
for  New  York,  swiftly  and  safely,  des- 
pite of  the  Friday  start  and  the  thirteen 
of  the  crew.  Even  the  golf  suit  would 
have  accepted  the  chance  to  repeat  it  on 
the  instant,  for  there  is  no  greater  joy 
than  such  yachting. 


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O  W  AH  ©LO  ITALIAN  CAf  TLI 


BY  JEAN   PORTER   RUDO. 


'  AGATHA, 


IT  was  a  castello  decadnto,  warlike 
and  grim  in  outward  appearance, 
mediaeval  within,  and  perched  high 
up  on  one  of  the  topmost  crags  of 
Lombardy,  just  under  the  edge  of  the 
Eastern  Alps. 

At  the  castle  gates  clustered  a  dreary 
Alpine  village  that  had  known  better 
days — old  Roman  days — which  is  an  in- 
heritance in  itself.  Now  it  is  bleak, 
poverty-stricken,  despairing,  for  at  that 
altitude  crops  are  scanty  at  best,  and 
fail  altogether  only  too  often.  There 
is  little  work  for  the  bread-winners, 
except  breaking  stones  on  the  govern- 
ment roads. 

The  castle  was  a  queer  old  pile,  well 
fitted  to  upset  our  preconceived  notions 
of  castles.  Where  were  the  ramparts 
and  peep-holes,  the  battlements,  the 
turrets  and  spiral  stairs,  the  secret  pas- 
sages, and,  above  all,  the  oubliettes  ?  It 
was  simply  a  huge  construction  of  stone 
and  plaster,  colored  a  bright  yellow  so 
long  ago  that  it  had  taken  on  the  mel- 
lowed, time-stained,  semi-decayed  look 
so  dear  to  artists  and  antiquarians. 

One  tower  there  was,  rising  black  and 
forbidding  from  the  center  of  the  tiled 
roof,  and  to  this  the  castle  family  were 


wont  to  retreat  in  the  fierce  old  days  of 
border  warfare,  and  with  the  aid  of 
their  retainers  pour  boiling  oil  and 
showers  of  stones  down  upon  their  as- 
sailants. There  was  no  choice.  No 
one  dared  or  cared  to  be  merciful.  It 
was  a  question  of  pouring  or  of  being 
poured  upon. 

The  gentle  descendants  of  those 
doughty  robber  barons,  viewed  in  con- 
trast to  their  tower,  seemed  to  empha- 
size the  long  scale  of  evolution  from 
the  "good  old  times"  to  ours. 

To  be  received  within  the  portals  of 
the  castle  was  like  being  swallowed  into 
the  past.  The  sunshine  of  summer  was 
outside,  the  dim  mysteries  of  lost  centu- 
ries within.  Something  in  the  coolness 
and  dimness  and  vagueness  was  palpa- 
bly mediaeval. 

We  alighted  upon  the  stone  floor  of 
the  entrance  court,  which  was  lofty  and 
vaulted.  Out  from  it  opened  number- 
less doors,  all  double-arched,  double- 
locked,  heavily  bolted  and  chained,  lead- 
ing to  store  -  rooms  and  wine  -  cellars, 
which  formed  a  network  of  under- 
ground chambers  suggestive  both  of 
prisons  and  of  subterranean  escapes. 

The  ground  floor  itself  was  divided 
into  offices,  stables  and  carriage  sheds. 
Wide-flung  doors  at  the  back  opened 
glimpses  of  a  second  court,  round  which 
the  castle  was  built,  and  of  a  garden  be- 
yond. The  queer  old  chariots  stowed 
away  under  spacious  arches  were  drop- 
ping to  pieces  from  disuse,  and  there 
was  not  even  one  poor  little  sorry  horse 
to  occupy  the  cavernous  stables. 

A  broad  flight  of  stone  steps  led  to 
the  wing  we  were  to  inhabit,  and  we 
were  guided  over  its  mazy  windings 
by  the  lord  of  the  manor  himself.  At 
the  top  we  were  met  by  the  Signora 
Chatelaine,  who  held  two  enormous 
keys  suspended  over  a  finger,  while 
she  extended  a  hand  in  cordial  wel- 
come. The  Cavaliere's  younger  brother 
helped  the  driver  carry  in  our  trunks, 
which  gave  us  a  shock  of  surprise.  Then 
they  left  us  to  ourselves,  to  wash  off  the 
dust  of  travel  and  to  inspect  our  domain. 

The  habitable  part  of  the  castle  con- 
sisted of  two  stories  built  around  four 
sides  of  a  court  and  divided  into  apart- 
ments with  separate  stairs  and  entrances. 


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For  ourselves  were  eight  large  rooms, 
yet  the  surrounding  space  was  so  ex- 
tensive that  we  seemed  to  occupy 
none  at  all,  to  speak  of.  Our  drawing- 
room  commanded  a  wide  view  of  the 
valley,  from  eight  mullioned  windows. 

Cheek  by  jowl  with  rare  old  inlaid 
furniture  that  a  collector  might  covet 
was  a  comm.on  plaster  stove,  such  as  is 
found  in  every  peasant  house  in  the  Alps. 
But  what  would  you  ?  The  castle  folk 
would  fain  be  warm.  Narrow  panels 
were  lined  with  looking-glass  ;  indeed, 
we  counted  fourteen  mirrors  in  all,  large 
and  small.  Brackets  and  tables  were 
loaded  with  a  strange  jumble  of  articles 
of  virlu,  priceless  heirlooms,  and  cheap 
knick-knacks  bought  from  any  passing 
peddler.  There  were  one  or  two  good 
pictures  on  the  walls,  together  with 
many  antiquated  prints,  and  the  win- 
dows were  hung  with  curtains  of  cro- 
cheted lace,  the  handiwork  of  the  village 
girls.  Two  sleeping-rooms  adjoining 
were  plain  as  plain  could  be,  with  the 
baldest  and  scantiest  of  fittings,  but  be- 
yond these  a  narrow  corridor  led  to  a 
suite  of  rooms  that  were  the  pride  of 
the  Chatelaine's  heart.  They  had  been 
originally  fitted  for  a  royal  visitor,  some 
Austrian  Ferdinand  or  Frederick,  who 
once  honored  the  castle  while  abroad 
on  a  hunting  bout.  The  bed  was  a  huge 
affair,  as  though  kings  were  bigger  than 
other  men.  One  actually  needed  a  step- 
ladder  to  climb  into  it,  though  a  husk- 
seated  chair  answered  the  purpose.  It 
was  of  carved  wood,  painted  white,  and 
pricked  out  with  gold.  Wreaths  and 
tablets  and  scrolls  ambled  hither  and 
yon  all  over  it.  Inch-wide  mirrors  of 
distorting  green  glass  alternated  with 
curious  little  paintings  on  tin,  all  be- 
ing set  into  the  wood-work  medallion- 
wise. 

The  coverlet  was  of  rich  satin  damask 
of  a  deep  red,  somewhat  faded,  and 
finished  with  heavy  bullion  fringe  long 
since  tarnished.  The  window  curtains 
were  also  of  satin  fringed  with  gold,  and 
a  spindle  writing-table  in  white  and 
gold  and  with  tiny  mirrors  was  set  at 
the  bed's  head.  I  wrote  a  novel  at  that 
little  writing-table,  I  remember,  and  the 
novel  was  spindle,  too.  There  was  a 
carved  wood  treasure-chest,  from  which 
the  treasure  had  long  been  extracted. 
Altogether  there  was  an  indescribable 
air  of  decayed  grandeur  over  every- 
thing;  the  room  and  its   memories  all 


belonged  to  the  long  ago.  Our  kitchen 
was  an  adjunct,  something  which 
looked  as  though  it  was  never  meant  to 
happen,  and  I  have  a  shrewd  suspicion 
that  it  was  made  to  happen,  forced  into 
an  untimely  existence,  after  we  secured 
the  apartment.  It  was  a  mere  dark  slit 
like  a  passage,  lighted  by  a  small  win- 
dow high  up,  that  pierced  through  the 
castle  walls  like  an  afterthought.  The 
broken  floor  was  dotted  with  holes 
which  the  cook  filled  up  with  raw 
potatoes  or  stones  from  the  garden. 
However,  if  you  forgot  to  notice  the 
floor,  if  on  principle  you  persistently 
ignored  it,  and  only  looked  at  the  dusky 
walls,  your  eyes  would  be  gladdened 
with  a  vision  of  splendid  color.  Rows 
upon  rows  of  copper  utensils  lighted  up 
the  darkness  with  their  rich,  rosy,  old- 
gold  glitter  and  gleam.  We  used  to 
contemplate  the  copper  when  the  dinner 
proved  inadequate. 

Our  dining-room  was  a  wonder.  At 
some  long-forgotten  day  it  had  been  the 
great  banqueting  hall  of  the  castle,  and 
it  was  impossible  not  to  imagine  it 
thronged  with  knights  and  squires, 
warriors  and  dames,  servitors,  pages  and 
minstrels.  More  than  seventy  feet  in 
length,  wide  and  high  in  superb  propor- 
tion, many  a  modern  villa  could  be  set 
down  into  it,  bodily,  and  have  room  for 
a  garden  and  lawn  besides.  The  broad- 
stoned  floor  was  broken  and  worn  by 
the  tread  of  feet,  the  walls  were  stained 
with  trophies  of  war  or  the  chase,  and 
the  ceiling  was  heavily  raftered. 

Ancient  portraits  looked  down  with 
scorn  on  our  repasts  a  la  riisse.  The 
powdered  perukes  and  mediaeval  armor 
were  lighted  by  five  enormous  arched 
windows,  shrouded  and  latticed  with 
iron,  which  were  cut  in  the  walls  a 
man's  height  and  more  above  our 
heads.  Rough  wooden  benches  lined 
the  walls  wherever  they  could  find  their 
chance  between  great  wardrobes  and 
chests  of  wood  that  were  ebony-black, 
stained  with  time  and  smoke,  and  carved 
into  fantastic  chroniclings  of  heroic 
exploit. 

Our  modest  dinner-table,  set  for  five, 
showed  like  a  speck  of  sea-foam  in  the 
ocean  of  walled  space. 

The  opposite  wing  was  occupied  by 
the  castle  family,  and  the  two  apart- 
ments of  the  upper  floor  by,  respect- 
ively, a  doctor  from  Florence  and  a 
lieutenant  of  an  Italian  company,  who 


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had  married  beneath  liim,  and  shame- 
facedly hid  away  his  beautiful  low-born 
wife  and  their  little  son  in  the  topmost 
corner  under  the  tower. 

The  Cavaliere  kept  up  many  of  the 
old-time  baronial  customs. 


one  ancient  retainer,  sans  teeth,  sans 
eyes,  sans  everything  save  a  good 
appetite.  Now  and  then  he  was  joined 
by  an  aged  peasant  woman  who  came 
to  help  with  the  housework. 

One  might  have  inistaken  the  Chate- 


'IT  WAS  A  CASTELLO  DECADUTOy        (/.  6j.) 


But  one  table  was  spread,  and  to  this 
sat  down  his  wife,  his  younger  brother, 
his  wife's  mother,  and  a  young  woman 
who  occupied  a  somewhat  undefined 
position  in  the  family :  something 
between  maid  and  companion,  or  even 
poor  relation.      Below  the  salt  sat  the 


laine's  mother  for  a  peasant,  as  she 
went  about  the  house  and  garden.  Her 
dress  was  of  homespun,  her  wide  apron 
of  checked  gingham,  and  she  always 
wore  a  cotton  kerchief  tied  over  her 
head,  in  the  peasant  fashion.  There 
was  a  lone  turkey-hen  that  meandered 


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discontentedly  up  and  down  the  garden 
paths  in  curious  imitation  of  the  mother- 
in-law.  Between  them,  there  was  a 
weird  resemblance  which  I'm  not  sure 
that  any  one  felt  but  myself. 

Such  a  wonderful  old  garden  as  that 
was.  Of  three  terraces,  curbed  and 
coped  with  stone,  graveled  paths, 
straight  and  prim,  sudden  steps  down 
which  one  might  pitch  with  an  excla- 
mation, unexpected  niches,  mutilated 
images,  both  classic  and  profane,  water 
jets  sending  up  their  glistening  spray 
from  under  unwary  feet,  stunted  trees, 
untrained  vines,  unweeded  vegetable 
patches,  and  a  rank  luxuriance  of  old- 
fashioned  flowers.  There  were  acres  of 
strawberry  beds,  too,  but  the  fruit  was 
scarce,  and  invariably  gathered  before 
it  was  ripe.  Perhaps  it  never  could  have 
ripened,  for  the  plants  grew  like  bushes, 
and  were  never  thinned  out,  but  flowered 
and  fruited  after  their  own  unfettered 
will.  We  tried  to  buy  the  berries  in  the 
season,  poor  .as  they  were,  for  we  were 
5,000  feet  above  the  sea-level  and  the 
fruit-line.  A  day's  journey,  too,  from 
the  railway  and  market. 

There  came  an  embarrassed  smile  to 
the  lips  of  the  Chatelaine  and  a  dep- 
recating droop  of  the  head,  as  she  said  : 

"  Willingly,  Signora,  willingly,  this 
once — but  you  see — I  keep  them  for  my 
poor  people." 

Then  with  a  look  of  her  eyes  straight 
into  mine  : 

"  My  people  are  so  poor,  Signora." 

It  was  true  enough.  In  all  Italy  there 
can  be  no  more  bitter  poverty  and  suf- 
fering than  m  that  high  Alp  village  of 
the  Valtellina.  A  mere  cluster  of  un- 
plastered  stone  houses, grown  black  with 
stress  of  weather,  cracked  and  rent  with 
the  terrible  cold  of  Alpine  winters.  The 
families  huddle  into  one  room  with  its 
bare  earth  floor,  and  no  aperture,  save 
the  house  door,  which  they  open  7ion 
volontiere. 

I  used  to  wonder  that  any  one  stayed. 
I  used  to  say  :  "  If  I  were  the  father  of 
one  of  those  misery-stricken  households, 
I  would  take  my  stafE  in  my  hand,  my 
youngest  child  on  my  back,  and  bidding 
the  others  follow,  I  would  take  my 
chances  somewhere,  anywhere,  out  in 
the  wide  world." 

I  do  not  think  this  plan  ever  could 
have  occurred  to  one  of  them.  The 
men  went  to  work  on  the  government 
roads,  or  down  into  the  Maremma,  the 


marshlands  near  the  sea,  which  Italy 
is  slowly  trying  to  redeem.  For  the 
women  and  children  there  was  nothing 
to  do,  little  to  wear,  less  to  eat.  Among 
them  were  many  crippled,  and  blind, 
and  half-witted.  Indeed,  in  the  Valtel- 
lina the  cretin  finds  a  natural  home. 

The  Chatelaine  did  what  she  could. 
On  a  sunny  stone  bench  along  the  castle 
wall  lounged  many  a  feeble  pensioner 
over  a  bowl  of  strong  soup  or  a  cup  of 
steaming  coffee.  The  poor,  little,  unripe 
fruit  was  always  saved  for  the  sick. 
We  did  not  buy  the  strawberries,  even 
that  once.  Those  that  were  too  crude 
to  eat  went  into  the  brewing  of  cordials, 
for  the  Chatelaine's  "own  people." 

For  the  castle  folk  are  still  the  great 
folk  of  the  town,  though  their  coffers 
are  well  -  nigh  empty.  The  Cavaliere 
is  magistrate,  and  settles  all  sorts  of 
petty  disputes,  administering  justice  in 
the  degree  in  which  heaven  has  favored 
him.  For  recreation,  he  plays  at  bowls 
with  the  notario,  or  the  dottore,  and 
when  he  is  tired  of  bowls,  he  refreshes 
himself  with  a  stoup  of  wine  at  the  vil- 
lage tavern.  He  has  no  farm  to  till,  he 
has  neither  profession  nor  trade  ;  he  has 
only  an  historic  name,  and  a  big  gaunt 
castle,  and  no  child  to  come  after  him. 
Yes,  he  has  one  thing  more,  a  record  of 
brave  deeds.  He  is  "  One  of  the  Thou- 
sand," that  band  of  brave  youths  who 
followed  Garibaldi  to  the  Two  Sicilies, 
when  to  do  so  was  to  take,  not  only  their 
lives,  but  Italy's  honor  in  their  hands. 

He  was  with  Garibaldi,  too,  in  the 
"  Battle  of  the  Stelvio  Pass,"  when  they 
beat  the  Austrians  back  step  by  step, 
a  mere  stone's  throw,  so  to  speak,  from 
his  own  hearthstone.  Later,  still,  he 
was  sent  to  Naples  to  rid  Southern  Italy 
of  her  well-known  scourge — the  gang 
of  Posilippo  brigands.  On  the  dim 
discolored  walls  of  the  great  banquet 
chamber  hangs  Italy's  latest  battle 
scroll,  and  in  one  of  the  carved  ward- 
robes lies  folded  a  red  war-shirt. 

The  Cavaliere  draws  himself  to  his 
full  height  when  questioned  of  those 
stirring  days.  He  makes  you  forget  the 
bowling  and  the  idling,  and  the  slow 
dragging  of  these  purposeless  years,  as 
he  says,  simply  :  "  Si,  Signora  ;  I,  too, 
am  a  Garibaldino." 

We  became  deeply  interested  in  our 
fellow  lodgers.  The  lieutenant,  espe- 
cially, was  a  transcendent  being,  who 
clanked  through  the  castle  halls  like  a 


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6^ 


knight  of  romance.  The  tip  of  his  sword 
and  his  spurs  rang  fire  from  the  stone 
floor  at  every  step.  His  height  was  the 
usual  height  of  a  lieutenant,  I  believe, 
but  he  seemed  to  etnbody  the  magnifi- 
cence of  the  whole  Italian  army  as  he 
passed  us,  all  a-glitter  with  gold  cord, 
and  with  his  mustachios  twisted  upright 
into  points.  Bits  of  his  uniform  used  to 
hang  out  of  the  upper  windows,  to  be 
aired  and  brushed  by  his  patient  wife. 
Her  face  held  rare  beauty,  being  classic 
of  feature,  Tuscan  brown  in  coloring, 
but  the  lieutenant  was  evidently  very 
tired  of  it.  He  did  not  try  to  disguise  his 
disillusionment,  and  he  never  noticed  his 
little  son,  who  used  to  steal  cautiously 
down  the  long  stairs  when  his  father 
was  not  by,  and  into  the  garden  to  play. 
He  always  played  quietly,  all  alone  by 
himself,  as  though  he  were  but  half 
alive. 

The  doctor's  family  occupied  the 
apartments  over  ours.  They  were  Flor- 
entines, and  felt  themselves  exiled  even 
as  Dante  had  been,  and  the  Medici, 
and  other  unfortunates,  but  they  bore 
it  with  the  smiling  philosophy  of  the 
nineteenth  century.  The  doctor  was 
mild-featured,  mild-mannered,  and  the 
son  of  one  of  the  most  distinguished 
judges  in  Italy.  Nevertheless,  he 
groomed  his  own  horse,  with  his  own 
hands,  and  was  glad  of  his  scarce  per- 
ceptible fees,  and  lived  on  less  a  year 
than  an  American  family  would  spend 
in  a  month.  The  wife  was  well-bred 
and  more  intelligent  than  the  most  of 
Italian  women.  The  exile  was  hard  to 
understand  until  we  learned  that,  like 
most  Italian  physicians  who  are  start- 
ing in  their  profession,  the  doctor  was 
in  government  employ. 

He  is  sent  to  his  post  like  an  army 
officer  and  required  to  give  his  services 
to  the  poor,  and  from  no  class  to  de- 
mand payment.  In  return  he  is  guar- 
anteed a  living  income,  and  he  is  not 
forbidden  to  accept  fees  from  any  who 
choose  to  offer  them.  The  office  of  a 
country  doctor  is  by  no  means  a  sine- 
cure, and  his  yearly  stipend  is  small. 
With  all  its  seeming  disadvantages, 
however,  competition  is  keen,  no  candi- 
dates being  admitted  except  university 
graduates.  One  day  we  asked  the  Cava- 
liere  if  there  were  no  well-to-do  families 
in  the  village,  no  inhabitants  except 
the  halt  and  the  blind  and  the  nakedly 
poor  with  whom  the  streets  swarmed. 


"  Certainly,"  he  replied  with  an  air  of 
surprise.  "  There  are  about  thirty  fami- 
lies." 

We  never  could  discover  which  they 
were  nor  where  they  hid  themselves. 

Searching  for  the  mysterious  "  thirty 
families  "  grew  to  be  a  mania  with  us. 
Wherever  a  woman  thrust  her  head 
forth  from  a  muUioned  window,  we  set 
her  down  for  one  of  the  thirty.  Wher- 
ever we  caught  the  gleam  of  a  silver 
spoon,  or  a  polished  bell-handle,  or  the 
flutter  of  lace,  or  the  sheen  of  ribbon,  or 
the  bloom  of  an  artificial  flower,  or  the 
odor  of  patchouli 

"Here,"  we  cried,  "here  is  a  'thirty 
family.'  " 

One  day  a  regiment  of  foot  clanked 
into  town  and  strewed  itself  about  over 
the  stubby  grass  of  the  meadows.  It 
proceeded  to  make  itself  at  home,  hung 
its  polenta  kettle  over  forked  sticks, 
stacked  arms  along  the  banks  of  the 
Adda,  and  washed  its  linen  in  the 
stream. 

The  officers  took  possession  of  a  pil- 
grimage church,  turning  it  into  "  quar- 
ters," whereupon  a  gigantic  St.  Christo- 
pher, frescoed  on  the  outer  walls,  made 
big,  round  eyes  at  their  unsanctified  do- 
ings. The  town  was  gay  enough  the 
week  it  was  camped  upon.  One  night 
there  was  a  ball,  a  grand  and  exclusive 
ball,  in  the  offices  of  the  Municipio,  to 
which  all  the  castle  gentry  went — ex- 
cept the  lieutenant's  lonely  wife.  She 
helped  the  lieutenant  dress — I  shouldn't 
be  surprised  if  she  even  blacked  his 
boots — and  got  her  share  of  the  fun  in 
that  way. 

The  Cavaliere  donned  his  battle  uni- 
form and  strutted  forth  fully  two  inches 
taller.  The  Chatelaine  wore  a  wonder- 
ful silk  in  infinite  tints  of  green.  The 
younger  brother  put  on  a  dress  coat  that 
might  have  come  out  of  the  ark,  and  did 
actually  come  out  of  a  mediaeval  chest. 
Susetta,  the  poor  relation,  was  more 
gorgeous  than  anybody,  as  poor  rela- 
tions are  apt  to  be.  It  was  whispered 
about  that  instead  of  a  poor  relation  she 
was  really  an  heiress,  and  that  the  Cava- 
liere was  her  legal  guardian.  The  no- 
tario  asked  her  to  dance,  the  officers  paid 
court  to  her,  the  youthful  scions  of  the 
"  thirty  families  "  tried  to  make  up  their 
lost  opportunities,  while  the  younger 
brother  hovered  jealously  in  the  back- 
ground. 

Next  day,  however,  the  glass  slipper 


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faded  again  into  a  cinder,  and  a  smile 
was  restored  to  the  disconsolate  face  of 
the  younger  brother.  Susetta  was  wont 
to  give  out  the  castle  linen,  weed  the 
garden  when  she  remembered  it,  and 
help  in  the  kitchen.  She  also  played 
the  piano  in  rattle-bang  bourgeoise  fash- 
ion. She  was  said  to  have  a  fiance  (who 
never  appeared)  at  the  same  picturesque 
point  of  perspective  where  her  fortune 
lay.  Perhaps  she  had,  and  perhaps  the 
younger  brother  knew  about  both.  CJii 
lo  sa  ?  The  regiment  picked  up  its 
water-logged  linen  and  marched  awa}", 
leaving  the  "thirty  families"  to  make 
merry  among  themselves. 

The  next  excitement  was  the  annual 
cattle  fair,  at  which  everything  possible 
was  offered  for  sale  except  cattle.  The 
square  was  filled*  with  donkey  carts, 
booths  on  wheels,  and  rickety  tables, 
laden  with  still  more  rickety  wares. 
Shrill-voiced  venders  cried  their  wares 
in  discordant  tones,  like  large  type  on 
an  advertising  sheet.  We  had  with  us 
a  little  Austrian  maid  who  could  scarcely 
wait  to  earn  her  wages  before  spending 
them  in  finery.  She  was  something  of 
a  "character,"  and  she  used  to  go  about 
the  world  with  her  eyes  glued  to  the 
ground,  searching  for  stray  valuables. 
She  had  "  heard  of  money  being  picked 
up,"  she  said.  Some  people  got  rich 
that  way.  She  would  like  to  be  rich. 
She  would  like  to  find  a  purse  full  of 
gold.  She  was  always  hoping  some  one 
would  let  one  fall.  She  would  snatch  it 
quickly  and  hide  it,  and  never  give  it  up. 

Agatha  must  needs  buy  a  gown,  and 
therefore  we  must  needs  advance  her 
wages.  She  selected  a  flimsy,  flashy 
stuff,  and  j^ards  upon  yards  of  showy 
cotton  lace  for  trimming. 

"I  mean  to  have  it  just  like  the  one 
Susetta  wore  to  the  ball,"  she  said. 
"Then  they'll  think  me  an  heiress,  too, 
and  perhaps  a  rich  man  will  marry  me." 

Thereafter,  every  Sunday,  Agatha 
flourished  to  and  from  mass  in  a  tawdry 
imitation  of  Susetta's  ball  dress.  Susetta 
packed  hers  away  in  one  of  the  carved 
wardrobes,  and  held  her  chin  so  high 
that,  in  so  far  as  her  vision  ranged, 
Agatha  ceased  to  exist. 

"  I  don't  care,"  observed  the  damsel. 
"  I'd  rather  walk  behind  her.  I'm  always 
hoping  she'll  drop  her  purse." 

The  summer  idled  by  and  early 
autumn  came.  The  cold  came,  too, 
•suddenly  and  with  a  biting  nip  that  set 


us  to  packing  our  household  gods.  Be- 
fore we  could  get  away  the  autumn 
rains  began,  and  for  many  days  we  were 
housed,  with  nothing  to  do  but  to  watch 
"  storm  effects  "  on  the  mountains  from 
our  muUioned  windows.  After  the  rains 
came  floods  and  inundations.  Down  the 
steep  hillsides  rushed  the  swollen  Alpine 
torrents,  spreading  broadly  over  the  val- 
ley. Villages  were  washed  away,  dis- 
aster after  disaster  was  reported,  roads 
were  torn,  bridges  broken,  landmarks 
destroyed.  Then  it  was  that  the  poor 
cripples  of  our  village  hopped  about 
on  lively  crutches  and  congratulated 
themselves. 

"  The  poor  valley  folk,"  they  said^ 
"  how  terrible  for  them.  How  lucky 
for  us  that  we  live  high  on  the  crags. 
We  are  cold  and  we  starve,  but  our 
homes  are  spared.  The  floods  are  al- 
ways below  us.     God  is  good." 

We  were  twenty  miles  from  a  railway 
and  the  carriage  road  was  washed  away. 
It  began  to  look  as  though  we  might  be 
detained  all  winter. 

"  After  the  coming  of  the  snow,  the 
roads  can  be  mended,"  said  the  Cav- 
aliere.     And  one  day  it  snowed. 

We  came  to  a  sudden  resolve.  We 
would  take  our  chances  now.  Next 
morning  we  drove  out  from  the  castle 
gates  at  an  early  hour. 

The  Chatelaine  bade  us  good-by  with 
a  smile  on  her  lips  and  tears  in  her  eyes.. 
The  younger  brother  and  Susetta  waved 
handkerchiefs  from  the  window. 

But  the  Cavaliere,  after  bidding  us 
bon  voyage,  ceremoniously,  as  lord  of 
the  manor,  came  running  after  us  down 
a  steep  by-path  to  say  it  again.  And 
when  we  had  left  the  village  quite  out 
of  sight,  he  suddenly  appeared  in  the 
high-road  and  shook  hands  again. 

We  made  our  way  down  the  valley 
at  considerable  risk,  wheeling  through 
snowdrifts,  bumping  over  fallen  bowl- 
ders,swerving  aside  from  yawning  wash- 
outs, crossing  temporary  bridges,  stag- 
gering up  slippery  ascents,  and  trying 
to  find  a  level  among  frozen  ridges  and 
wheel-ruts.  After  ten  perilous  hours 
we  hailed  the  railway  as  a  thing  of 
beauty,  a  thing  to  cling  to,  never  to  de- 
part from  nor  to  lose  sight  of,  but  to 
live  all  our  lives  within  the  ministry  of. 

Yet  there  are  moments  when  our 
thoughts  turn  back,  with  something  akin 
to  regret,  toward  that  battered  old  cas- 
tle on  the  crags  of  Lombardy. 


Photo  by  li.  T.  Barry. 


A    SFlRflNOTIi^e    KAi\BU 


BY  LYNN  TEW  SPRAGUE. 


H 


THE  DOWNY  WOOD- 
PECKER. 


IGH  in  the  Chau- 
tauqua hills  is 
the  source  of  a 
little  brook 
which  winds  through 
the  green  fields  and  in- 
viting woodlands  of  a 
waving,  prosperous 
country,  and  finally 
empties  its  waters  into 
Chautauqua  Lake.  All 
about  is  every  rural 
beauty,  and  for  society 
is  there  any  companion 
for  a  ramble  better  than 
a  merry  brook  ?  It  is 
the  laughing,  innocent, 
half -mischievous  girlhood  of  waters.  It 
always  sings  or  saunters,  with  mellow 
voice  and  sun-dimpled  cheek,  where 
leaves  are  freshest  and  grass  is  green- 
est, and  it  carries  flowers  in  either  hand. 
Sad  to  know  that  it  must  grow  old, 
and,  as  a  muddy  river,  bear  burdens 
and  turn  ugly,  toiling  wheels. 

The  brook  of  which  I  write  has 
many  moods.  Three  or  four  springs 
mingle  their  threads  of  water  together 
in  the  shade  of  black  alder  bushes, 
where  cat-birds  sing  and  build,  and  the 
tiny  stream,  after  purling  softly  through 
fields  beloved  of  bobolinks,  enters  a 
grove  of  hard  maples.     Here  it  receives 


two  little  tributaries  and  becomes  really 
a  brook,  audibly  gleeful  of  its  import- 
ance. It  tinkles  across  upland  meadows, 
and,  creeping  under  a  road,  makes  for 
the  wood. 

It  enters  it  at  the  head  of  a  glen  and 
sings  blithely  half  way  through  ;  then, 
as  if  suddenly  aware  of  the  beauty  of 
the  wooded  slopes,  it  spreads  itself  out 
into  the  coolest  and  clearest  of  pools  to 
rest  a  while,  mirroring  wild  flowers  and 
gracile  sylva.  It  is  soon  awake  again, 
and  quickly  out  of  the  glen  into  a  shal- 
low valley  trim  and  orderly  as  a  park. 
Here  it  has  cut  itself  a  channel  into  the 
hard  rock.  It  sang  no  doubt,  young 
and  gentle  as  it  looks,  among  these  gla- 
cial hills  to  races  before  the  red-man, 
wearing  away  the  hard  stone  through 
the  ages. 

Near  an  old  orchard,  as  if  the  brook 
suddenly  sighted  the  glistening  ex- 
panse of  the  lake,  and  were  foolishly 
impatient  to  be  big,  it  starts  with  a 
leap,  and  knows  no  repose  down  three 
hundred  feet  in  an  eighth  of  a  mile.  At 
the  foot  of  the  decline  it  grows  calm 
again,  meandering  pleasantly  through 
damp  meadows  and  a  strip  of  marsh- 
land, and  empties  its  waters  into  the 
lake.  Not  a  long  brook,  and  on  the 
whole  no  idler,  despite  the  bewitch- 
ments of  its  banks.     A  short  life  and  a 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


THE  BROWN  THRUSH, 


merry  one,  is  the 
burden  of  its  song. 
But  where  it  sings 
and  loiters  is  a  bird 
arcadia. 

The  robins  came 
early  this  year,  and 
never  have  I  seen  so 
many.  I  heard  their 
cheery  call  the  first 
week  in  March,  but 
saw  none  until  the 
13th  of  that  month 
of  bluster  and  Pro- 
tean moods.  Spring 
was  less  variable 
than  its  wont  is. 
Only  one  snowstorm 
after  I  saw  my  first 
robin.  Walking  by 
the  brookside  on  the 
19th  of  the  month  I  found  robins  every- 
where, and  in  the  swamps  heard  the 
tinkling  whistle  of  the  red-wing  black- 
birds, and  a  moment  later  caught  the 
flash  of  scarlet  shoulders. 

Taking  a  tortuous  path  through  the 
marsh,  I  was  a  little  later  brought  to  a 
standstill.  Clear  and  strong,  there  rang 
out  of  the  bushes  close  at  hand  the  first 
song  of  that  bravest  and  most  unpre- 
tentious winged  child  of  spring,  the  song 
sparrow.  No  bird  melody  is  sweeter, 
no  bird  song  more  varied  than  his.  To 
a  bird-lover,  its  pure  strain  falling  on 
the  ear  for  the  first  time  in  spring  car- 
ries a  delight  others  cannot  understand. 
All  the  joy,  and  freshness,  and  beauty 
of  the  radiant,  vernal,  out-door  life  seem 
to  thrill  him  with  the  light  soprano  of 
this  undaunted  little  minstrel.  J  ohn  Bur- 
roughs declares  that  the  song  sparrow 
in  the  Catskill  region,  though  it  arrives 
in  March,  is  not  often  heard  until  the 
last  of  April.  The  radically  different 
habits  of  the  same  bird  in  different  lo- 
calities are  familiar  enough.  Thoreau, 
writing  of  his  visit  to  the  White  Mount- 
ains, says  that  the  notes  of  even  famil- 
iar birds  sounded  strange  to  him,  that 
he  hardly  knew  the  wood  thrush  and 
veery  and  oven  bird,  at  first.  They  sing 
differently  there,  he  says.  Yet  Bur- 
roughs' assertion  of  the  song  spar- 
row's silence  is  a  strange  surprise.  He 
is  never  more  melodiously  joyous  in  the 
region  of  my  brook  than  on  warm  days 
at  the  close  of  March  or  the  beginning 
of  April  ;  and  at  no  time,  I  think,  is  his 
wide  repertoire  more  evident.     Monot- 


ony cannot  be  charged  against  him. 
The  remembrance  of  Wilson  Flagg's 
having  noted  seven  distinct  songs  of 
this  bird  occurred  to  me  as  I  stood  there 
in  the  swampy  path.  Many  times  I  have 
bent  my  energies  to  the  task  of  differ- 
entiation. With  pencil  I  rapidly  noted 
syllables  to  fit  each  new  air,  making  no 
attempt  at  technical  musical  notation. 
I  fancy  I  have  identified  twelve  entirely 
different  tunes  of  this  joyous  little 
ground  bird,  which  nearly  always  sings 
from  some  low  perch. 

Especially  noticeable  in  this  walk 
were  the  flocks  of  tree  sparrows.  Never 
had  I  seen  them  in  such  numbers.  They 
were  making  ready  for  their  flight  to 
northern  breeding  grounds.  I  pursued 
for  a  long  way  through  the  swamps 
what  I  thought  to  be  a  bird  strange  to 
me,  but  which,  when  finally  brought  to 
close  quarters,  proved  to  be  only  a  shy 
and  melancholy  junco.  Crossing  a  damp 
field  I  heard  the  plaintive,  whistling 
sigh  of  the  meadow  lark  for  the  first 
time  this  spring,  and  was  surprised  to 
see  him  on  the  top  of  a  pole,  a  most 
unusual  perch  for  this  handsome  bird, 
which  seems  always  to  be  playing  at 
hide-and-seek  in  the  grass  of  the  mead- 
ows. The  downy  woodpecker,  the  white- 
bellied  nuthatch,  a  chickadee,  crows — 
these  were  the  only  other  birds  seen. 
Later  on  will  come  those  marvelous 
musicians,  the  brown  thrush,  wood 
thrush,  veery  and  oven  bird,  to  thrill 
the  evening  shadows  with  liquid  melody. 

But  the  return  of  the  song  sparrow, 
and  especially  the  witchery  of  his  first 
song,  is  to  me  as  a  ukase  to  go  forth 
continually,  and  meet  each  invitation  of 
the  spring.  The  mellow  purling  of  the 
brook  rang  in  my  ears  its  resistless  call 
in  my  walk  home,  and  I  fell  asleep  that 
night  with  plans  for  an  early  break- 
fast and  a  day  by  the  brookside.  But  in 
the  morning,  behold  !  winter  was  here 
again.  What  do  the  song  sparrows  do 
when  March  is  in  his  angry  moods  and 
frowns  and  blows  his  chilling  breath 
athwart  the  fields  ?  Nothing  daunted, 
they  find  shelter  among  the  thick  bushes 
or  dry  grass,  and  in  some  interval  be- 
tween the  spiteful  blasts,  even  sweetly 
pipe  a  hopeful  little  song  which  seems 
to  say  to  us,  "  Cheer,  cheer,  O,  I  never 
fear,  spring  will  soon  be  here."  Brave 
little  groundling,  to  me  beautiful  in 
spite  of  your  sombre  coat,  who  can  ever 
hear  you  and  despair  ? 


A    SPRINGTIMli  RAMBLE. 


71 


But  at  length,  after  many  half-smiling 
days,  there  came  one  none  could  ques- 
tion. Warm  rains  had  taken  away  the 
last  rift  of  snow,  the  wind  came  soft  and 
aromatic  out  of  the  south,  and  overhead 
was  the  fieckless  blue  March  sky.  Five 
miles  through  fields  and  groves  I  had 
tramped  in  the  morning.  Once  free  of 
the  town,  everywhere  along  my  route 
the  song  sparrows  sang  to  me.  In  the 
meadows  I  had  in  my  ears  the  sweet 
whistle  of  the  larks,  challenging  me  to 
find  them  in  the  old  year's  grass.  I 
watched  an  occasional  sad  phoebe  wheel- 
ing every  now  and  then  around  his 
perch  on  the  tree  limb,  in  pursuit  of 
some  insect,  resuming  always  the  same 
position,  crying  out  occasionally,  see-e- 
me,  and  looking  very  solemn  and  melan- 
choly, like  one  who  pretends  to  be  wise 
and  is  not. 

I  had  wandered  far  from  my  course 
in  pursuit  of  my  first  bluebird  of  the 
year.  I  had  spied  him  in  an  old  orchard, 
and  he  seemed  shy  and  did  not  sing,  but 
took  to  wing  when  I  leveled  my  glass  at 
him.  Ah,  what  a  blue  is  his  ! — a  brighter 
blue,  a  bluer  blue  than  tropic  skies  can 
show,  and  on  his  breast  that  dainty  tint, 
as  if  Aurora,  just  awakened,  had  touched 
him  there  with  a  rosy  finger-tip.  Is  he 
the  most  beautiful  in  coloring  of  our 
native  birds,  or  is  the  scarlet  tanager  ? 
I  never  can  tell.  I  am  always  inclined 
to  award  the  palm  to  the  one  I  have  last 
seen.  Bluebirds  are  very  rare  with  us 
now,  though  as  a  boy  I  remember  how 
common  they  were,  and  how  they  and 
the  house  wrens  used  to  quarrel  for  the 
bird  boxes  in  maples  and  cherry  trees 
about  the  house.  What  has  become  of 
them  ?  How  much  can  we  charge  to  the 
miserable  pot-hunters,  and  how  much  to 
the  pestiferous  English  sparrows?  Every 
city  and  hamlet  abounds  with  these  last. 
It  is  less  than  twenty  years  since  they 
first  appeared  in  the  region  where  I 
write.  Now  there  are  hundreds  of  them 
for  every  robin  ;  and  the  wrens  and  the 
bluebirds  and  the  orioles,  once  common 
in  the  shade-trees  of  the  towns,  are  now 
seen  as  a  rarity.  These  sparrows  were 
introduced  into  New  England  from  old 
England  to  destroy  the  insects  that  were 
killing  those  noble  and  historic  elms 
which  command  a  feeling  very  like  ven- 
eiation.  And  the  experiment  is  said  to 
have  been  a  success.  But  once  the  spar- 
row  had  performed  his  contract,  he 
changed  his  habits,  became  for  the  most 


part  a  seed-eater,  and  abundantly  spread 
himself  over  the  land.  And  when  he 
came  into  the  town  to  reside,  nearly  all 
the  native  birds  once  common  there, 
save  the  robin  and  the  titmouse  and  the 
chipping  sparrow,  took  themselves  away. 
Does  he  drive  them  out  ?  I  once  saw  a 
single  pugnacious  little  house  wren  en- 
gage a  whole  flock  of  English  sparrows. 
He  was  more  than  a  match  for  three  or 
four  of  them  ;  but  in  the  end,  I  regret 
to  say,  he  was  killed  outright  before  my 
eyes.  This  is  the  only  instance  of  the 
kind  I  have  ever  seen.  A  lady  friend 
tells  me  that  a  Baltimore  oriole  started 
to  build  his  wonderful,  pensile  nest  last 
season  in  an  apple-tree  near  her  home, 
and  that  the  English  sparrows  made  bit- 
ter war  upon  him  and  his  house.  She 
watched  the  struggle  one  evening,  and 
the  next  morning,  the  oriole  not  appear- 
ing, she  went  into  her  garden  and  found 
him  lying  dead  under  the  apple-tree  with 
his  head  pecked  open.  I  have  often 
been  witness  to  the  violent  interference 
by  them  in  the  nest-building  of  robins 
and  orioles,  and,  outnumbered  as  our 
native  birds  are,  they  always  relinquish 
their  task.  Here  is  a  problem.  A  re- 
port presented  to  us  by  the  Department 
of  Agriculture  shows  that  a  single  pair 
of  English  sparrows  may,  in  a  single 
decade,  bring  into  existence  275,716,- 
983,698  descendants.  What  is  to  become 
of  our  beautiful  native  song-birds  when 
the  English  sparrow  swarms  over  the 
land  ?  As  yet,except  immediately  around 
the  farm-houses,  this  offensive  bird  is 
not  often  seen  in  the  country  districts. 
The  water  was  high  in  the  brook.  It 
sang  its  fullest,  merriest  note  of  spring- 
tide joy  to  me,  and  winked  a  million 
little  bubble  eyes  at  me  from  its  foamy 
banks.  It  was  once  a  trout-brook  of 
repute,  but  long  ago  the  last  shining, 
spotted  swim- 
mer of  its  cool 
rapids  perish- 
ed gamely  on 
the  hook.  Its 
lower  length  is 
still  the  play- 
ground of  the 
young  of  the 
lake  muskal- 
longe  and  yel- 
low bass,  and 
from  its  rim  in 
the  swampy 
meadows  near  the  chickadee. 


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OUTING  FOR    APRIL. 


THE  SONG  SPARROW. 


its  mouth  a  chorus  of  frogs  croak  their 
hearty  basso  of  a  warm  summer  night. 
At  what  hour  of  the  day  or  night  are 
there  not  things  enough  to  interest  and 
baffle  on  every  page  of  the  great  vol- 
ume of  nature,  of  which  even  prophets 
are  happy  that 
they  can  read 
"here  a  line  and 
there  a  line"? 
At  my  feet  in  a 
quiet  little  recess 
of  the  brook  I 
saw  the  water- 
b  u  g  s  skipping 
over  the  surface 
— the  common 
wherryman  or 
skating  water- 
bugs,  of  which  no 
one  knows  how  many  species  there  are 
— and  just  at  the  edge  of  the  brook  I 
noticed  a  huge  water-beetle,  newly 
awakened  from  his  long  winter  sleep, 
stretching  his  many  legs.  "  Have  you 
ever  caught  one,"  asks  a  great  natur- 
alist, "  and  noticed  that  it  has  two  sets 
of  eyes,  one  to  look  into  the  water  with, 
and  one  out  into  the  air  ?  You  have  al- 
ways seen  them  scurrying  on  the  sur- 
face ;  did  you  ever  see  them  dive  or  fly 
to  another  part  of  the  brook  or  pond  ? 
Do  you  know  they  smell  like  rotten 
apples  ?  Do  you  know  there  are  twenty- 
seven  kinds  of  water-beetles  ?  " 

Spring  was  surely  in  the  air,  and  the 
earth  was  beginning  to  be  glad  and  re- 
sponsive. I  saw  one  or  two  early  but- 
terflies ;  the  pussy-willows  showed  their 
bearded  points, 
and  the  skunk 
cabbages  had 
pushed  their  red 
noses  up  through 
the  damp,  fra- 
grant sward  of 
the  marsh. 

As  I  walked  in 
the  warm,  sooth- 
ing caress  of  the 
day  I  still  heard 
everywhere  about 
THE  HOUSE  WREN.  mc     the     song 

sparrows  singing 
for  very  joy  of  the  promise  of  the 
earth.  Yet  there  are  those  who  do 
not  even  know  this  brave  little  bird, 
the  sweet  yet  humble  minstrel  of  our 
fields  and  swamps,  so  common,  yet  so 
lovable.     He  does  not  build  his  nest  in 


this  latitude  until  May,  though  one  of 
the  very  first  to  arrive  from  the  South, 
and  the  very  first,  I  almost  believe, 
in  imperturbable  lightheartedness,  pa- 
tience and  joyous  nature.  Higher  up, 
in  the  old  orchard,  another  bluebird 
sang  me  just  one  warbling  strain  and 
was  gone. 

At  the  edge  of  the  woodland  I  sat 
down  to  rest.  In  these  days  of  deple- 
tion of  our  timber  the  wood  might  al- 
most be  called  a  forest.  Up  the  stream 
through  the  ravine,  the  growth  is  but  a 
little  way  across,  but  to  the  left  and 
right  it  stretches  away  for  nearly  a  mile. 
Mainly  a  wood  of  beech  and  maple  and 
chestnut,  there  are  yet  many  other 
kinds  of  trees — oak,  ash,  pine,  hemlock, 
and  rarer  varieties. 

From  its  verge  I  now  looked  lake- 
ward  over  pleasant  billowing  country, 
in  pioneer  days  covered  with  grand 
pines,  now  studded  with  orchards  and 
glimmering  fields  and  shady  groves. 
Away  across  the  shimmering  expanse 
of  water  the  summer  village  of  Lake- 
wood,  with  its  two  big  hotels,  stood 
out  in  the  blue-brown  picture.  Opulent 
country  everywhere,  and  high  hills  to 
the  north  catch  the  mists  and  clouds 
that  come  blowing  from  that  great  in- 
land sea.  Lake  Erie.  Spring  rainfalls 
are  heavy,  and  the  leafage  of  the  wood- 
land is  fuller  and  greener,  and  the  fields 
are  more  emerald  for  all  the  wetness. 
Partly  because  of  this,  too,  the  locality  is 
very  rich  in  wild  flowers.  From  now  on, 
until  the  last  petal  of  the  witch  hazel  is 
blackened  with  frost,  there  will  be  blos- 
soms in  field  and  wood.  Are  the  wake- 
robins  so  large  anywhere  else,  I  wonder? 
Can  the  forget-me-nots  be  so  blue,  the 
dogwood  blossoms  so  luxuriant  and 
white,  the  wild  azalea  smell  so  sweet  ? 
Are  there  anywhere  more  varieties  of 
wild  violets  ?  Already  the  marsh  mari- 
golds, there  on  a  wet  fringe  of  the 
brook's  border,  are  showing  yellow 
points.  Days  before  this,  I  found  the 
deliciously  odorous  arbutus,  and  now  I 
see  in  a  sheltered  spot  my  first  hepatica 
of  the  spring.  In  two  or  three  weeks 
the  spring  beauties  and  anemones  will 
be  abundant. 

Up  the  stream  I  sauntered  leisurely, 
the  only  sound  the  music  of  the  brook, 
the  hammering  of  a  woodpecker  already 
building  his  house,  and  the  far-away 
mellow  blows  of  some  woodman's  axe. 
On   the  slopes  of   the   gully  the  violet 


A   SPRINGTIME  RAMBLE. 


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leaves  were  peeping  up,  and  at  the  mar- 
gin of  the  brook  the  forget-me-nots  were 
well  started.  A  species  of  ground  pine 
was  the  greenest  thing  to  be  seen.  But 
the  woods,  all  yellow  and  brown  as  they 
were,  were  beautiful  with  the  warm  early 
spring  sun  pouring  down  through  the 
leafless  tree-tops  out  of  a  cloudless  sky 
and  painting  graceful  silhouettes  on  the 
carpet  of  gold.  A  little  walk,  andl  spied 
the  chopper  whose  axe  I  had  heard..  It 
was  Ephraim,  a  small  farmer  on  the 
western  slopes  of  these  hills,  whom  I  am 
proud  to  call  my  friend.  His  word  is 
true  and  his  muscles  are  hard,  and  two 
bright  eyes,  keen  and  kind,  look  out  on 
me  from  his  ruddy  face.  If  I  can  pick 
holes  in  his  grammar,  I  cannot  in  his 
He   loves   the   woods,    and    his 

and  untainted  as  the 
Ephraim   refused  a 

axe  against  a  stump, 
and,  filling  his  pipe,  sat  with  ine  upon  a 
log.  There  will  be  plenty  of  birds  this 
year,  he  tells  me.  Last  spring  was  warm 
and  dry,  and  the  eggs  all  hatched,  and 
there  was  no  long,  cold,  wet  spell  to  kill 
off  the  young.  He  has  read  that  the 
winter  South  was  mild  and  there  were 
plenty  of  seeds. 

As  we  talk,  a  red  squirrel  frisking 
about  on  the  limb  of  a  big  chestnut 
engages  our  attention,  and  I  ask  him  to 
tell  me  about  the  pet  squirrel  he  last 
autumn  mentioned  having.  "  Well,"  he 
said,  *'  there  was  a  cute  little  critter 
sure  enough.     I  ketched  him  right  over 


sense 
heart  is  as  sweet 
dew  of  his  fields. 
cigar,  but  set  his 


yonder.  I  noticed  him  skippin'  'round 
when  I  was  up  here  choppin'  last  fall. 
There  ain't  much  shootin'  hereabouts, 
and  he  wan't  so  very  skeery.  I  brought 
up  a   few  handfuls  of  grain   and  nuts 


THE    BALTIMORE    ORIOLE. 

and  put  'em  down  under  the  tree  he  was 
up,  when  I  knowed  he  was  watchin',  and 
so  he  got  real  tame  like  and  used  ter  let 
me  get  purty  close  on  ter  'im.  Then 
the  last  day  I  was  choppin'  I  fetched  up 
my  box  trap  and  ketched  'im.  I  rigged 
'im  up  a  nice  little  house  outernold  tin 
oven,  but  it  was  long  time  'fore  he  con- 
cluded ter  be  friends  with  me  agin.  He 
acted  'stho  he  thought  I'd  played  him  a 
mighty  mean  trick  with  that  there  box 
trap.  He  bit  me  purty  darn  sassy  once 
ur  twice.  'Bout  Christmas  time  he'd 
purty  much  got  over  bein'  mad,  and  we 
was  soon  good  friends.  When  I  let  him 
outer  his  house  he'd  play  round  fer  all 
the  world  like  a  kitten,  only  more  frisky. 
He'd  hop  up  on  the  table  when  I  was 
eatin',  and   go   skitterin  'round,  smellin* 


Fhoto  by  K.  (J.  Di-ln 


IT  TINKLES  ACROSS  UPLAND  MEADOWS."       {p.  6g.) 


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o'  things,  and  set  up  on  his  hind  legs  and 
eat  big  as  life.  When  spring  came  I  let 
him  outdoors  and  he  didn't  never  offer 
ter  run  away.  I  got  to  takin'  him  inter 
the  medders  in  my  pocket,  and  he'd  play 
round  on  the  fence  till  I  got  ready  ter 
go  home.  I  never  had  any  trouble 
ketchin'  him  agin.  Well,  when  nuttin' 
time  come,  I  kinder  thought  it  was 
mighty  mean  ter  keep  'im  outer  the 
woods,  so  I  took  him  up  and  let  him 
loose.  My!  but  he  was  tickled  and  went 
jumpin'  round  lively  like,  but  he  never 
offered  to  run  away  even  then.  Well, 
sir,  would  you  believe  it  ?  After  a  little 
he  went  smellin'  around  by  a  stump  and 
dug  up  some  nuts  he'd  hid  a  year 
before.  The  little  critter  remembered 
that  well.  He  follered  me  a  little  way 
outer  the  woods,  but  I  come  away  and 
left  'im.  Next  day  I  went  up  to  see  'im, 
and  couldn't  even  ketch  'im,  he  got  wild 
that  quick.  It's  natural,  I  suppose. 
After  two  or  three  days  he'd  gone  clean 
back  to  his  old  ways  and  got  even 
wilder,  so  I  couldn't  so  much  as  see  him. 
I  tell  you  I  felt  kinder  lonesome  without 
him  fer  a  spell."  And  Ephraim  spoke 
with  real  pathos  in  his  voice. 

Retells  me  there  is  no  doubt  but  that 
squirrels  destroy  many  eggs  and  young 
birds  in  the  nests.  More  than  once  he 
has  seen  the  parent  birds  drive  them  to 


their  holes.  They  even  catch  and  eat 
young  chickens,  as  he  sadly  knows,  and 
in  harvest  time  carry  whole  ears  of  corn 
into  the  woods.  A  pair  of  squirrels,  he 
says,  will  claim  some  nut  tree  as  their 
own  in  the  fall,  and  savagely  fight  off 
all  others  of  their  kind.  While  one 
drops  the  nuts,  the  other  will  pick  them 
up  and  hide  them  under  some  log  or  in 
a  stump,  or  even  bury  them,  until  the 
nuts  are  all  gathered  and  there  is  time 
to  carry  them  to  the  home  in  the  hollow 
of  some  large  tree.  The  red  squirrel  is 
not  so  provident  and  wise  as  the  black, 
he  declares.  About  twenty  years  ago 
these  woods  used  to  swarm  with 
squirrels,  black  and  gray  and  red.  Some 
years  they  were  much  more  abundant 
than  others.  He  has  seen  them  migrate 
in  droves,  covering  in  their  march  the 
fences,  which  they  seemed  to  prefer  to 
the  ground.  They  have,  he  asserts, 
even  been  known  to  swim  across  a 
narrow  place  in  the  lake.  But  there  are 
only  a  few  in  this  region  now,  and  of 
those,  most  are  of  the  red  species. 

A  gray  mist  dimmed  the  late  after- 
noon sun  as  I  walked  home.  In  my  ears 
was  the  shrill  melancholy  piping  of  the 
tree  frogs  in  the  swamp,  but  my  whole 
being  seemed  filled  with  the  fulness  of 
the  promise  of  spring,  and  I  was  content 
and  happy  enough. 


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HEN  wiUow  trees  first  flush  with  green, 
And  wild  wood  violets  blow, 
And  tulips  lift  their  brig-ht-hued  heads 
Where  lately  lay  the  snow  ; 


And  streams  and  brooks  are  gushing  forth 
Kissed  from  their  sleep  by  showers  ; 

And  on  the  trailing  robe  of  earth 
Nature 'has  spilled  her  flowers  : 


When  piping  blackbirds  cleave  the  air, 
And  thrushes  wake  the  morn, 

And  groves  are  bursting  into  bud, 
And  earth  seems  newly  born  ; 


Ah  !  then  we  know  that  Spring  has  come. 

And  broken  Winter  s  sway, 
And  Summer,  prime  with  scents  and  airs. 

Is  e'en  now^  on  her  way. 

Bella  E.  Howell. 


BY  H.  CHRISTIE  THOMPSON. 


THE  mounted  police  of  the  Cana- 
dian Northwest  have,  by  the 
trend  of  circumstances  in  the  far- 
thest extremity  of  their  Alaskan 
border,  become  an  object  of  considera- 
ble interest  across  the  line. 

Eternal  vigilance  is  the  price  of  the 
control  which  these  silent  patrols  up  to 
the  eternal  snows  have  gained  over 
the  natives,  and  neither  the  service 
which  individuals  will  be  called  upon 
to  perform,  nor  its  extent,  can  be  fore- 
told from  hour  to  hour.  The  bureau 
of  information  moves  its  atoms,  and 
"  Theirs  not  to  make  reply  ;  theirs  but 
to  do  and  [if  need  be]  die." 

I  recall  an  instance  that  will  serve, 
perhaps,  as  a   timely   example    of  this. 

I  was  crossing  the  barrack  square  at 
Battleford,  late  in  the  fall,  when  an  or- 
der was  put  into  my  hand  which  read 
as  follows  :  "  Inspector  M and  Ser- 
geant  L ,    with  horses,   regimental 

numbers  1242  and  1673,  will  leave  to-mor- 
row morning  at  9  a.  m.  for  Pelican  Lake, 
on  special  duty.  They  will  be  accom- 
panied by  Constable  T ,  with  horses, 

regimental  numbers  1485  and  1640,  and 
light  patrol  wagon  number  2.    Guide  and 

interpreter  S will  go  as  teamster's 

off -man.  They  will  take  ten  days' 
rations  for  four  men,  and  ten  days'  for- 
age for  four  horses." 

The  object  of  our  trip  was  to  dis- 
cover the  truthfulness  of  certain  re- 
ports concerning  the  restlessness  of  the 
Indians,  at  Pelican  Lake,  under  a  chief 
called  Yellow  Sky.  They  were  said  to 
be  in  an  extremely  restless  and  dissat- 
isfied state  of  mind. 

The  morning  was  a  busy  one  for  me. 


Rising  from  my  cot  at  the  first  strains 
of  reveille,  I  was  soon  dressed,  and  at 
once  began  making  up  my  roll  of  bed- 
ding. I  had  been  long  enough  in  the 
country  to  realize  the  necessity  of  sleep- 
ing warmly,  so  three  pairs  of  heavy 
blankets,  a  rabbit-skin  robe  and  an  oil 
sheet,  with  a  big,  fat,  soft  feather  pil- 
low, a  pair  of  socks,  moccasins,  towel, 
soap  and  toothbrush  were  placed  in  the 
blankets,  which  were  rolled  tightly  in 
the  oil  sheet,  and  securely  strapped. 

My  next  care  was  for  my  wagon.  I 
carefully  oiled  that  and  saw  that  oil,, 
wrench,  spare  bolts,  straps,  etc.,  were 
stowed  away  in  the  jockey  box,  that  the 
tires  and  wheels  were  tight  and  every- 
thing in  good  running  order. 

Then  the  bugler  sounded  "  Stables," 
after  which  I  harnessed  my  horses  and 
went  to  the  mess-room  for  breakfast. 
After  that  meal,  my  off-man  appeared 
on  the  scene,  and  together  we  hitched 
up  the  team.,  and  carefully  overhauled 
the  harness.  Then  we  started  around 
the  barracks  to  collect  our  load,  first 
visiting  the  quartermaster's  store, where 
we  loaded  the  large  bell  tent,  with  its 
complement  of  poles  and  pins,  and  ob- 
tained cooking  kit,  pots,  pans  and  kettles, 
axes,  spades,  etc.,  together  with  the 
rations  and  oats.  The  former  consisted 
of  soft  bread  and  hard-tack,  pork, 
potatoes,  butter,  tea,  sugar,  salt,  matches 
and  candles.  The  bread  and  potatoes 
were  packed  in  gunny-sacks,  the  remain- 
ing rations  in  the  mess-box  with  our 
tableware. 

We  next  drove  to  the  sergeant-major's, 
where  we  obtained  horse-blankets,  nose 
bags,   picket-ropes,  hobbles,    and  other 


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articles  needed  for  prairie  traveling, 
not  forgetting  robes  and  fur  coats  for 
ourselves.  Then  to  the  veterinary  store 
for  the  horse  medicines  that  we  never 
travel  without;  and  putting  our  bedding 
on  the  top  of  all,  our  load  was  complete. 
Securely  lashing  it  on  with  a  picket-rope, 
we  drove  on  to  the  square  at  5  minutes 
to  9  to  await  the  customary  inspection 
before  starting.     We  were  here  joined 

by  Mr.  M and  the  sergeant  (mounted, 

of  course),  and  in  a  few  moments  the 
commanding  officer  examined  the  outfit 
critically,  looked  the  horses  over  and 
felt  a  doubtful  fetlock,  and  finally  gave 
the  command:  "  Transport-right  take 
ground-march!"  and  we  were  off.  Each 
of  us,  as  a  matter  of  course,  carried  his 
revolver  and  ammunition;  in  addition 
to  which  I  had  my  Winchester,  while 
the  inspector  and  sergeant  each  had  a 
shotgun. 

A  few  minutes'  drive  brought  us  to 
the  town  of  Battleford,  and  we  pulled 
up  for  a  moment  at  the  Hudson  Bay 
Co.'s  store  to  purchase  a  little  medecine. 
We  already  had  colic  mixture  for  our 
horses  and  we  now  laid  in  a  little  colic 
mixture  for  ourselves.  It  is  always  well 
to  be  prepared  for  emergencies.  A  short 
drive  brought  us  to  the  bank  of  the 
Saskatchewan  (great  river  of  the  north), 
which  is  here  crossed  by  a  steam  ferry. 
The  boat  was  on  the  other  side  as  usual. 
The  crossing  took  about  half  an  hour, 
but,  finally,  we  bowled  away  merrily  for 
our  prospective  noon  camp  at  Round 
Hill,  eighteen  miles  away.  A  fresh 
team,  a  good  trail,  and  a  perfect  day — no 
wonder  we  were  in  the  best  of  spirits. 

As  we  proceeded,  the  country  un- 
rolled itself  before  us  in  a  constant  but 
varying  succession  of  river,  lake,  prai- 
rie, and  woodland.  At  our  feet,  be- 
tween its  high  wooded  banks,  flowed  the 
mighty  Saskatchewan,  stretching  away 
in  many  varied  curves,  like  a  long  thread 
of  silver,  to  the  distant  northern  hori- 
zon. Off  to  the  south  and  west  the 
Eagle  Hills  reared  their  blue  summits 
against  a  bluer  sky,  while  the  prairie 
itself,  dotted  with  its  bluffs  of  poplar 
and  Cottonwood,  extended  before  us  like 
a  vast  park. 

The  general  rate  of  travel  is  about 
six  miles  per  hour.  This  may  not  seem 
very  much,  but  an  average  of  sixty 
miles  a  day,  up  hill  and  down,  across 
swamps  and  creeks  and  rivers,  over  good 
trails   and    bad    (or   no  trail    at  all),  is 


very  good  traveling,  indeed.  The  only 
method  of  measuring  a  distance  is  by 
the  time  occupied  in  traveling  it,  and  a 
man  soon  gets  to  know  the  exact  speed 
of  his  team,  and  can  judge  distances 
most  accurately.  I  have  heard  two  old 
hands  coming  in  off  a  trip  argue  whether 
they  had  traveled  forty-seven  or  forty- 
eight  miles,  and  finally  agree  on  a  little 
over  forty-seven,  so  exact  does  long 
practice  make  them. 

About  two  and  a  half  hours  after 
leaving  the  ferry  we  came  in  sight  of 
Round  Hill.  As  its  name  implies,  it  is 
of  a  rounded  outline,  and,  rising  high 
above  the  surrounding  country,  serves 
as  a  valuable  landmark.  It  rises  a  sheer 
six  hundred  feet  out  of  the  waters  of  a 
pretty  little  lake  of  the  same  name,  a 
regular  oval  in  shape,  and  about  a  mile 
long.  Here  and  there  upon  the  shore 
are  Indian  tepees,  and  very  pictur- 
esque they  look  nestling  down  among 
the  trees,  the  blue  smoke  curling  lazily 
upward,  and  the  brightly  clad  natives 
passing  to  and  fro.  The  numerous  dogs 
and  ponies,  without  which  no  Indian 
encampment  is  complete,  add  life  and 
motion  to  the  scene. 

A  detachment  of  our  men  is  stationed 
here  during  the  summer  and  autumn 
as  a  fire  patrol,  and  we  could  see  their 
white  tents  upon  the  farther  shore. 
Skirting  the  lake  we  soon  pulled  into 
their  camp  and  turned  out  for  dinner. 
It  would  surprise  the  average  Eastern 
camper-out  to  witness  the  speed  with 
which  an  experienced  prairie  hand  will 
prepare  a  meal.  A  very  few  minutes 
generally  suffice,  if  wood  and  water  are 
convenient,  though  generally  our  food 
is  of  the  simplest  description.  To-day 
we   are   going  to  fare  sumptuously. 

Dinner  disposed  of,  after  a  short  rest 
and  smoke,  we  hitched  up  and  pulled 
out  for  Jackfish  Creek,  twenty-two  miles 
away,  where  we  intended  camping  for 
the  night.  Instead  of  going  by  the 
regular  freighters'  trail,  we  took  a  short 
cut  across  country.  The  boys  at  the 
detachment  told  us  we  would  strike  a 
pretty  bad  hill  to  go  down.  We  struck 
it !  Where  we  first  approached  it,  it  is 
a  sheer  cut-bank,  steep  as  the  side  of  a 
house,  but  a  little  reconnoitering  dis- 
covered an  easier  descent — easier  by 
comparison.  But  we  had  to  descend 
diagonally,  at  great  risk  of  upsetting,  and 
to  make  things  worse,  there  was  a  wide, 
boggy  creek  at  the  bottom,  crossed  by  a 


IVITH  THE  CANADIAN'  NORTHWEST  MOUNTED   POLICE.    ^^ 


narrow  rickety  bridge — merely  a  few 
poles  laid  in  the  bed  of  the  creek.  The 
guide  got  out  and  took  hold  of  the  wagon 
behind  to  steady  it,  while  I  got  a  good 
grip  of  the  reins,  a  good  foothold  on  the 
brake,  and  started  the  team.  They  went 
down  in  a  succession  of  bounds  and 
pkmges,  gaining  momentum  at  every 
jump.  The  first  jump  jarred  my  foot 
off  the  brake,  and  I  was  too  busy  keep- 
ing on  my  seat  to  recover  it,  so  by  the 
time  we  reached  the  bottom  we  were 
traveling  like  a  steam  engine.  Bump — 
bump  —  bang  —  bump  —  plunk.  We 
missed  the  bridge,  for  I  had  turned 
straight  down  the  hill  to  avoid  upsetting, 
and  the  "plunk"  landed  us  in  the  soft 
bed  of  the  creek,  with  only  the  backs 
of  the  horses  showing,  and  the  wagon 
buried  to  the  hubs.  With  considerable 
labor  and  difficulty,  we  pried  the  horses 
out,  and  proceeded  to  extricate  the 
wagon.  We  hitched  the  horses  to  the 
rear  axle  by  a  picket-rope,  but  they 
could  not  budge  it,  so  the  riders  had  to 
give  us  a  pull,  and  by  their  aid  we 
"5'anked  her  out."  We  crossed  the 
bridge  safely,  and  after  a  little  "  scratch- 
ing "  surmounted  the  opposite  hill  and 
were  again  on  the  level  prairie. 

We   saw  a  great  many  chickens  that 

afternoon,  and  Mr.  M shot  several 

brace  without  going  a  dozen  yards  from 
the  wagon,  and  as  we  neared  the  creek 
we  secured  some  ducks.  We  were  cross- 
ing a  narrow  neck  of  land  between  two 
little  lakes,  and  the  birds  flying  to  and 
fro  above  our  heads.  The  sergeant 
dropped  behind,  and  lying  on  his  back 
in  the  long  slough  grass,  got  a  good 
many  shots  and  soon  rejoined  us  with 
several  ducks.  We  reached  the  creek 
about  five  o'clock,  just  in  nice  time  to 
get  our  camp  fixed  up  before  dark.  An 
hour  ,or  so  later  we  were  lying  before 
the  fire,  blissfully  inhaling  the  fragrant 
weed,  and  feeling  at  peace  with  all  the 
world.  As  we  lie  there,  under  the  deep, 
dark-blue  canopy  of  the  northern  night, 
and  musingly  watch  the  sparks  flying 
upward  into  the  darkness,  the  voices  of 
the  wilderness  come  softly  and  whisper 
in  our  ears.  The  night  wind  soughing 
through  the  prairie  grasses,  the  whirring 
wings  of  a  passing  bird,  the  plaintive 
cry  of  a  plover,  or  the  long-drawn  qua- 
vering howl  of  a  distant  wolf,  all  have  a 
message  to  convey. 

"We  silently  roll  our  blankets  around 
us  and  sink  to  sleep,  thinking  how  much 


better  we  are  going  to  live  to-morrow 
than  we  did  to-day.  But  we  wake  up 
cold,  sleepy,  and  cross.  Strange  how 
cross  and  disagreeable  most  people  are 
before  breakfast. 

A  cold  bath  and  a  hot  meal  restore 
our  spirits  to  their  usual  tone,  and  we 
briskly  set  about  preparation  for  break- 
ing camp.  Constant  practice  makes  this 
but  a  few  minutes'  work,  and  we  were 
soon  on  the  trail  again.  We  are  always 
particularly  solicitious  to  see  that  our 
fire  is  thoroughly  extinguished.  Too 
manyprairie  fires  are  causedby  the  gross 
carelessness  of  individuals  in  leaving 
their  camp  fires  burning  when  breaking 
camp.  A  puff  of  wind  comes,  a  spark 
is  blown  into  a  tuft  of  dry  grass,  and 
the  result  is  a  prairie  fire  sweeping  over 
miles  and  miles  of  country,  and  perhaps 
destroying  a  dozen  settlers'  homes.  One 
such  fire  near  Battleford  burned  from 
early  May  until  the  snow  fiew  in  October. 

This  morning  the  two  mounted  men 
were  riding  ahead,  and  as  they  sur- 
mounted a  little  ridge  in  front,  Mr.  M 

threw  up  his  hands  as  a  signal  for  me 
to  stop.  Riding  back  he  told  me  there 
was  a  flock  of  geese  just  to  the  left  of  the 
trail,  where  there  is  a  little  lake.  Giving 
the  reins  to  the  guide,  and  getting  out 
my  rifle,  I  proceeded  to  reconnoiter. 
On  topping  the  little  rise,  I  found  they 
were  about  four  hundred  yards  away, 
with  no  shelter  to  stalk  them  from,  save 
a  small  bunch  of  cattle.  Carefully  get- 
ting a  cow  in  a  line  with  the  birds,  I 
commenced  crawling  forward  on  my 
hands  and  knees,  hoping  if  they  noticed 
me  at  all  they  would  think  I  was  a  calf. 
I  might,  perhaps,  fool  the  geese,  though 
they  are  about  as  cute  as  any  birds  that 
fly,  but  I  could  not  fool  the  cow.  As 
I  crept  nearer  she  took  one  startled  look 
at  me,  bellowed  for  her  calf,  and  then 
came  for  me  with  head  down  and  horns 
well  to  the  front.  At  the  first  bellow, 
off  went  the  geese. 

We  were  still  traveling  through  a 
fairly  well-settled  country — that  is  to 
say,  there  was  a  settler's  "shack  "  every 
ten  miles  or  so,  and  we  stopped  at  one 
for  dinner.  Early  in  the  afternoon,  how- 
ever, we  left  the  last  of  these  behind  and 
passed  beyond  the  limits  of  civilization. 
At  last  we  were  in  "the  great  lone 
land,"  our  faces  set  toward  the  north, 
and  nothing  between  us  and  the  pole 
save  a  vast  tract  of  primeval  wilder- 
ness.    For  hundreds — yes,  thousands  of 


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miles — there  are  no  inhabitants  save 
the  red  men,  and  a  mere  handful  of 
white  trappers  and  traders. 

Our  trail  had  been  growing  more  and 
more  indistinct,  until  at  the  last  house 
it  finally  vanished.  We  struck  across 
country  for  an  Indian  trail  that  leads 
from  the  reservations  northward  to 
Turtle  Lake,  where  the  "  nitchies " 
(Indians)  go  every  summer  to  fish.  As 
soon  as  we  got  off  the  trail  the  horses 
seemed  to  get  discouraged.  This  is 
always  the  case.  No  matter  how  dim 
the  trail  may  be,  a  horse  will  jog  along 
contentedly,  for  he  seems  to  realize  that 
it  must  lead  somewhere,  and  to  that 
"somewhere  "  he  is  willing  to  go.  But 
when  he  gets  off  a  trail  altogether,  he 
seems  to  think  that  he  is  not  going  to 
any  place  in  particular,  and  might  just 
as  well  stop  where  he  is,  consequently 
needing  continual  urging. 

About  four  o'clock  in  the  afternoon 
we  struck  the  trail,  which  turned  out  to 
be  a  mere,  cart  track.  As  the  prairie  is 
open  it  makes  pretty  fair  traveling,  and 
our  horses  jogged  along  merrily.  We 
were  now  gradually  approaching  the 
great  timber  belt,  and  for  the  last  few 
miles  had  been  passing  here  and  there 
stunted  pines  and  spruce.  These 
gradually  attained  a  more  stalwart 
growth,  and  toward  evening  we  pulled 
up  in  a  beautiful  grove  of  pines  on  the 
shore  of  a  little  lake,  and  encamped  for 
the  night. 

We  were  afoot  with  the  first  streaks 
'  of  dawn,  for  we  had  a  drive  of  sixty- 
five  miles  to  make  before  night,  and 
we  wished  to  give  our  horses  a  good 
rest  at  noon.  An  hour  later  we  were  in 
motion,  heading  for  Turtle  Lake,  thirty- 
five  miles  away,  where  we  intended  to 
camp  for  dinner.  Hitherto  all  the  game 
shot  on  the  trip  had  fallen  to  the  guns 
of  the  inspector  and  sergeant,  but  this 
morning  I  got  two  trophies.  A  couple 
of  hundred  yards  ahead  of  us,  just  to 
the  right  of  the  trail,  a  badger  was  sit- 
ting at  the  mouth  of  his  hole.  Now,  I 
very  much  desired  that  animal's  skin  to 
make  a  pair  of  winter  mitts.  As  we 
approached  him  he,  of  course,  dived  into 
his  hole.  Giving  the  reins  to  the  guide, 
I  got  my  rifle  out,  and,  without  stopping 
the  wagon,  dropped  quietly  to  the 
ground  about  fifty  yards  from  the  hole 
and  waited.  As  I  expected,  when  the 
wagon  had  got  past  him,  the  badger 
popped  up   his   head  to  have    another 


look.  A  forty  -  five  caliber  bullet 
through  the  head  procured  for  me 
my  winter  mitts.  Tying  him  under- 
neath the  wagon,  we  had  not  gone 
many  miles  before  we  saw  a  skunk 
crossing  the  trail  ahead  of  us.  A  skunk 
skin  is  worth  a  pair  of  moccasins  in 
trade,  so  off  I  got  in  pursuit.  A  skunk 
is  never  in  a  hurry,  not  being  built  for 
speed,  and  will  often  wait  for  one  most 
obligingly.  This  gentleman  not  only 
waited  for  me,  but,  seeing  that  I  wished 
to  speak  to  him,  most  politely  came 
toward  me.  Letting  him  get  within 
about  thirty  yards  (for  I  wanted  to 
be  sure  of  hitting  him  in  the  head),  I 
pressed  the  trigger,  and  he  rolled  over 
with  a  bullet  between  the  eyes.  Picking 
him  up  gingerly  by  the  tail,  I  secured 
him  under  the  wagon  with  the  badger, 
and  we  proceeded  on  our  way.  He  was 
with  us  all  day.  We  had  skunk  for 
dinner,  and  skunk  for  supper,  and  would 
undoubtedly  have  had  him  for  a  bedfel- 
low, if  the  sergeant  (in  a  thoughtless  mo- 
ment) had  not  hurled  the  carcass  into 
the  lake. 

During  the  latter  part  of  the  morning 
we  were  riding  through  a  thick  bush, 
and  only  left  it  as,  without  any  previous 
warning,  we  suddenly  emerged  upon 
the  shore  of  Turtle  Lake.  The  scene 
is  one  of  the  most  beautiful  it  has  ever 
been  my  good  fortune  to  gaze  upon. 
The  lake,  of  the  most  intense  and  vivid 
blue,  stretches  away  for  twenty-five 
miles.  We  could  just  make  out  a  high 
range  of  hills  upon  the  farther  shore.  A 
brisk,  northerly  wind  blew,  cresting  the 
big  blue  waves  with  foam  and  sending 
the  heavy  billows  tumbling  in  at  our 
feet.  We  stood  on  a  beautiful,  clear, 
sandy  beach  that  would  make  the  for- 
tune of  a  summer  hotel,  and  just  behind 
us  was  the  dark  fringe  of  primeval  for- 
est. A  fleet  of  birch  canoes  was  hauled 
up  on  the  beach,  and  just  within  the 
edge  of  the  timber  were  scattered  the 
tepees.  The  white  canvas  merging 
into  smoke-dried  brown,  the  dark  green 
of  the  pines  and  spruces,  the  snowy 
whites  and  yellows  of  the  birches,  the 
waving  tassels  of  the  tamarack,  the  blue 
lake,  the  scurrying  clouds,  the  dusky 
natives — all  form  a  picture  that  requires 
the  brush  of  an  artist  to  do  it  justice. 

We  obtained  a  few  fine  whitefish  from 
the  natives  in  exchange  for  a  little  ba- 
con, a  welcome  addition  to  our  meal. 
We  rested  our  horses  for  an  hour  or  two 


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before  starting-  for  Birch  Lake  (our  pros- 
pective camp),  and  this  interval  we 
spent  in  studying  the  aborigines.  A 
few  of  the  children  had  never  seen  a 
white  man  before,  and  they  peeped  out 
from  behind  their  mothers'  blankets  at 
the  shemanginis  (soldiers)  in  awe. 

We  were  still  sixty  miles — two  days' 
travel — from  our  destination,  and  had 
the  hardest  part  of  our  journey  ahead  of 
us.  From  the  camp  to  Pelican  Lake 
there  is  no  trail  other  than  a  mere  track 
inade  by  the  occasional  passage  of  an 
Indian  cart,  and  only  one  camping  place 
— forty  miles  from  our  present  camp. 
Both  days'  journey  would  have  to  be 
made  in  single  drives,  as  there  is  no 
water  for  a  noon  camp,  and  in  the  last 
twenty  miles  we  should  have  to  cross  a 
small  range  of  hills. 

We  got  an  early  start  the  following 
morning,  and  after  some  little  difficulty 
found  the  trail  and  were  again  in  motion 
for  the  north.  We  reeled  off  the  forty 
miles  in  a  little  over  eight  hours,  and 
reached  our  camping  ground  in  the 
middle  of  the  afternoon.  Hitherto  we 
had  enjoyed  the  best  of  weather,  but  all 
this  day  it  had  been  getting  colder  and 
colder,  with  a  promise  of  snow  from  the 
northward,  and  one  by  one  we  donned 
our  fur  coats.  As  we  were  pitching  our 
tent  the  first  few  white  flakes  fell,  and 
inside  of  an  hour  came  down  thick  and 
fast,  accompanied  by  a  furious  gale  from 
the  northwest. 

We  were  fortunately  in  a  very  well- 
sheltered  situation;  had  we  been  on  open 
ground,  our  tent  would  not  have  stood 
a  moment  against  the  gale.  Each  of  our 
camps  seemed  more  beautiful  than  the 
last,  and  this  was  no  exception.  We  were 
in  a  deep  hollow  on  the  shore  of  a  small 
lake,  a  perfect  circle  in  shape,  and 
surrounded  by  a  larger  but  no  less 
perfect  circle  of  pine- clad  hills.  It  was 
exactly  like  a  large  amphitheatre.  The 
lake  seemed  so  utterly  lonely  nestling 
down  among  the  hills  as  though  to 
escape  observation  it  seemed  such  a 
long  way  off  to  civilization,  we  could 
almost  imagine  ours  to  be  the  first  foot- 
prints to  mark  the  shores.  The  wildness 
of  the  tempest  added  to  its  apparent 
loneliness  and  isolation. 

In  contrast  with  the  turmoil  of  the 
storm,  our  camp  seemed  positively  com- 
fortable. Nestling  cozily  down  in  a 
grove  of  firs,  with  a  bright  fire  in  front, 
on  which  the  frying  pans  were  frizzling 


merrily  and  the  coffee  pot  sending  up 
its  fragrant  steam,  it  seemed  to  us — cold, 
tired  and  hungry — the  very  beau  ideal 
of  contentment. 

In  the  morning  the  sun  shone.  Under 
his  genial  rays  the  six  inches  or  so  of 
snow  that  had  fallen  during  the  night 
rapidly  disappeared,  in  spite  of  the  fact 
that  a  pretty  cold,  raw  northwind  blew. 
Everything  around  was  cold  and  wet 
and  sloppy,  and  our  hands  and  feet 
soaking  wet  in  spite  of  boots  and 
gauntlets.  As  was  to  be  expected,  we 
had  trouble  with  the  horses.  They  were 
colder  and  wetter  and  crosser  than  we 
were.  It  took  the  two  of  us  all  our  time 
to  harness  the  team,  but  they  were 
finally  hitched  up  and  the  guide  held 
them  by  the  heads,  while  I  climbed  to 
my  seat  and  gathered  up  the  reins. 

"  Let  'em  go  !  "  He  sprang  aside  and 
we  were  off  with  a  plunge  and  a  jump. 
As  the  wagon  flew  past,  the  guide 
grabbed  the  tailboard  and  scrambled  in 
behind.  In  a  mile  or  so  the  horses 
quieted  down  pretty  well,  and  consented 
to  walk  and  wait  for  the  riders.  In  a  little 
while  they  joined  us,  and  I  noticed  that 
the  sergeant  was  quite  wet  down  one 
side  of  his  body,  and  I  asked  him  if  he 
was  thrown. 

"  Yes,"  he  replied.  "  The  brute 
reared,  and  came  over  backward  with 
me,  nearly  knocking  my  brains  out 
against  a  tree. " 

We  were  wet  enough  in  all  conscience 
at  starting,  but  a  short  time  afterward 
could  only  be  compared  to  drowned 
rats.  The  trail  now  wended  through 
thick  woods,  and  the  trees  grew  so  close 
together  that  we  were  brushing  them 
on  either  hand.  Underbrush  growing 
ten  or  twelve  feet  high  stood  in  the  very 
center  of  the  trail,  and  sitting  on  our 
high  seat  we  were  being  continually 
swept  by  overhanging  branches.  In 
view  of  the  fact  that  each  branch  and 
leaf  and  twig  carried  its  burden  of  wet 
snow,  it  will  be  easy  to  realize  our 
drenched  condition.  And  a  cold  north- 
wind  blowing !  Every  now  and  then 
the  front  wheels  would  catch  in  a 
sapling,  which,  being  released,  sprang 
back  with  a  swish  and  caught  us  a 
stinging  blow  across  the  face.  One 
such  blow,  from  a  sharp  icy  twig,  cut 
my  ear  open  badly,  while  the  guide's 
face  was  a  mass  of  welts.  The  two 
riders  fared  better,  as  they  proceeded 
in  single  file  in  the  center  of  the  trail. 


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As  we  rounded  a  little  bend,  we  found 
they  had  halted  on  the  edge  of  a  very 

nasty  hill,  and  Mr.  M asked  me  if  I 

thought  I  could  get  down  without  un- 
loading the  wagon.  I  had  not  the 
slightest  doubt  about  getting  down, 
though  I  had  grave  doubts  about  reach- 
ing the  bottom  right-side  up.  However, 
as  I  had  no  desire  to  lug  sacks  of  oats, 
etc.,  down  and  up  a  steep  hill,  I  replied, 
with  the  utmost  confidence,  that  I  could. 
Locking  the  two  hind  wheels,  the  ser- 
geant and  guide  prepared  to  steady  the 
load,  and  down  we  went.  All  morning 
I  had  been  blessing  the  high,  narrow 
springy  seat,  and  now  I  had  additional 
cause.  Half-way  down  the  hill,  the 
front  wheel  struck  one  of  the  bowlders, 
and  I  was  shot  off  the  seat  on  to  my  head 
like  a  catapult.  Fortunately,  I  lighted  in 
a  low  bush,  which  broke  my  fall  and  as 
I  had  still  firm  hold  of  the  reins,  we 
reached  the  bottom  safely. 

We  had  to  call  on  the  riders  for  aid  to 
surmount  the  opposite  hill.  Taking  two 
picket  ropes,  we  fastened  one  end  of 
each  securely  to  the  tongue,  and  they 
the  other  ends  to  their  saddles.  With 
this  novel  four-in-hand  we  easily  sur- 
mounted the  slope.  The  trail  got  worse 
and  worse  as  we  ascended  the  moun- 
tain, until  the  horses  could  hardly 
proceed  faster  than  a  walk.  The  deep 
cart  ruts  were  too  narrow  for  them  to 
travel  in,  but  wide  enough  to  have  one 
or  another  foot  continually  slipping  in, 
which  is  very  tiring  on  poor  brutes. 
Traveling  so  very  slowly  seemed  to 
make  the  distance  longer  than  it  really 
was,  but  at  last  we  emerged  from  the 
wood  on  to  a  stretch  of  comparatively 
open  prairie.  The  guide  pointed  to  a 
range  of  hills  some  five  or  six  miles 
ahead,  told  us  that  Pelican  Lake  lay  just 
at  their  foot.  We  had  been  nearly  seven 
hours  doing  the  odd  fifteen  miles  over 
the  mountain,  but  now  rattled  along  at 
a  good  pace  and  pulled  into  the  Indian 
village,  cold,  wet,  tired  and  ravenous. 

Our  hunger  satisfied,  our  clothes 
dried,  and  our  bodies  warmed,  we  sallied 
forth  to  pay  our  respects  to  old  Yellow 


Sky.  The  village  comprises  over  fifty 
lodges,  mostly  laid  out  in  two  straight 
rows  on  either  side  of  a  wide  lane.  We 
strolled  down  this  avenue,  and  were 
apparently  great  objects  of  curiosity,  for 
every  doorway  was  full  of  dark  faces 
peering  out  at  the  shemanginis.  The 
dogs  were  also  greatly  interested,  and 
gathered  around  in  their  anxiety  to  find 
out  who  we  were,  and  what  we  wanted 
in  their  camp.  Having  had  some  pre- 
vious experience  of  Indian  dogs,  we  had 
thoughtfully  provided  ourselves  with 
clubs,  and  the  animals  kept  at  a  respect- 
ful distance.  Entering  the  low  doorway 
of  the  chief's  lodge,  we  received  a  very 
friendly  greeting  :  "  Haw  !  Haw  !  men 
kirsecaw  "  (How  do  you  do  ?  Good  day, 
good  day),  and  a  long  pow-wow  ensued. 

Mr.  M tells  the  chief  that  the  oky 

maw  (head  man)  at  Battleford  has 
heard  that  he  (Yellow  Sky)  is  not  very 
friendly  to  his  brothers  the  whites.  This 
the  chief  indignantly  denied,  and  de- 
clared that  the  white  man  never  had  a 
better  friend  than  himself.     In  the  end 

he  succeeded  in  convincing  Mr.  M 

of  his  friendliness  and  honesty,  and  we 
were  soon  on  the  best  of  terms. 

Two  pleasant  days  were  spent  in  pros- 
pecting, hunting  and  fishing  with  the 
natives,  and  on  the  third  day  we  pulled 
out  for  home.  Many  were  the  hand- 
shakings, many  were  the  men  kirsecaws 
spoken,  and  many  were  the  invitations 
given  to  come  and  see  them  again,  as 
w^th  our  wagon,  laden  with  presents  of 
fish  and  game,  we  reluctantly  turned 
our  backs  upon  our  dusky  friends.  The 
trip  homeward  was  but  a  repetition  of 
the  first  part  of  our  journey.  We  en- 
countered no  bad  weather,  and  met  with 
no  incidents  other  than  the  everyday 
events  of  travel.  We  saw  some  moose 
and  jumping  deer,  but  had  not  time  to 
stop  and  hunt.  On  the  evening  of  the 
eleventh  day  we  entered  the  barrack 
gate,  and  our  trip  was  over. 

It  may  seem  a  great  deal  of  trouble  to 
have  taken  about  so  small  a  matter,  but 
a  stitch  in  time  saves  nine  in  more  things 
than  darning  socks. 


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L_. 


ACHTSMEN 
in    the     Medi- 
terranean 
missed     this 
year  the  encourage- 
ment   and  the   costly 
trophies    which    the 
late  Mr.  Ogden  Goelet 
was   accustomed    to 
donate     for    competi- 
tion, just  as  much  as  our  own  yachtsmen  will 
miss  the  Goelet  cups    presented  annually  by 
the  same  gentleman  ever  since  1882. 

The  Goelet  cups  were  valued  by  Americans 
just  as  Queen's  cups  are  appreciated  by 
Britishers,  and  the  contests  which  they  called 
forth  off  Newport  every  year  were  the  features 
of  the  annual  cruise.  Colonel  John  Jacob  Astor, 
at  the  annual  meeting  of  the  New  York  Yacht 
Club,  offered  to  continue  these  trophies  during 
his  lifetime  and  also  to  make  provision  for 
their  maintenance  in  his  will.  This  generous 
offer  was  gratefully  accepted  by  the  club. 

Following  are  the  letters  of  Colonel  Astor 
making  the  presentation: 

New  York,  January  24,  1898. 
To  J.  V.  S.  Oddie,  Secretary  N.  Y.  Y.  C.  : 

Dear  Sir — I  saw  in  last  Saturday's  paper  that  unless 
Ogden  Goelet  left  provision  in  his  will  for  continuing 
the  Goelet  cups  for  the  Newport  races  they  may  be 
discontinued.  This  would  be  a  great  pity,  and  very 
likely  he  has  provided  for  them.  If  he  has  not, 
however,  I  should  be  glad  to  continue  them,  giving 
the  same  kind  of  prizes,  to  be  called  the  Astor  cups, 
and  to  be  sailed  for  at  the  same  time  and  place. 

Please  let  me  know  what  you  think  of  this  and  refer 
it  to  the  committee  having  charge  of  the  matter. 
Yours,  very  truly,  J.  J.  ASTOR. 

New  York,  January  29,  1898. 
J.  V.  S.  Oddie,  Esq.,  Secretary  : 

Dear  Sir — On  looking  over  my  letter  of  the  24th  I  .see 
that  if  accepted  by  the  club  the  same  condition  might 
arise  on  my  death  that  exists  now,  namely,  the  absence 
of  anj'  permanent  cups  to  race  for.  To  avoid  this,  I 
shall  be  glad  to  continue  the  cups  during  my  life  and 
to  make  provision  for  the  races  in  my  will. 
Yours,  very  truly,  J.  J.  Astor. 

The  following  resolutions  on  the  death  of  Mr. 
Ogden  Goelet  were  adopted,  and  an  engrossed 
copy    was    ordered    to    be    presented   to   Mr. 


Goelet's  family,  while  another  will  be  hung  up 
in  the  club-house  : 

Ogden  Goelet  died  on  board  the  Mayflower  off 
Cowes,  England,  on  August  27,  1897. 

Mr.  Goelet  joined  the  club  in  1880,  and  was  always 
conspicuous  for  his  keen  sympathy  with  the  tradi- 
tions of  the  club  and  active  interest  in  ail-that  con- 
cerned the  highest  development  of  yachting. 

For  fifteen  consecutive  years,  commencing  in  1882, 
Mr.  Goelet  presented  to  the  club  a  cup  for  schooners 
and  a  cup  for  sloops,  to  be  sailed  for  over  ocean 
courses  off  Newport,  in  Rhode  Island,  open  to  vessels 
composing  the  squadron  of  the  club  on  its  annual 
cruise.  The  races  for  these  cups  were  of  national 
interest,  and  their  possession  was  eagerly  sought  in 
many  of  the  most  stirring  contests  recorded  in  our 
yachting  annals. 

Mr.  Goelet's  engaging  personal  qualities  and  his 
enthusiasm  for  yachting  made  him  one  of  our  most 
popular  and  valued  members,  and  this  tribute  to  his 
memory  is  an  expression  of  the  high  regard  and 
sincere  esteem  in  which  he  was  held  by  his  fellow 
members  of  the  New  York  Yacht  Club. 

S.  Nicholson  Kane, 
Lloyd  Phoenix, 
George  L.  Rives. 

Commodore  J.  Pierpont  Morgan  was  re  elect- 
ed. The  other  officers  for  the  current  year 
are  :  Vice-Commodore,  Lewis  Cass  Ledyard  ; 
Rear  Commodore,  August  Belmont ;  Secretary, 
J.  V.  S.  Oddie  ;  Treasurer,  F.  W.  J.  Hurst ; 
Measurer,  John  Hyslop;  and  Fleet  Surgeon, 
Morris  J.  Asch.  The  affairs  of  the  club  are  in 
a  highly  prosperous  condition.  The  member- 
ship is  1,273,  and  364  yachts  constitute  the  fleet. 

Members  of  the  New  York  Yacht  Club,  es- 
pecially those  that  own  racing  vessels,  are  de- 
lighted to  learn  that  Mr.  S.  Nicholson  Kane  and 
his  able  aides,  Mr.  Irving  Grinnell  and  Mr. 
Chester  Griswold,  are  once  more  the  Regatta 
Committee  of  the  club.  The  efficient  work 
performed  by  these  gentlemen  on  many  try- 
ing occasions,  international  and  otherwise,  is  a 
matter  of  yachting  history.  It  will  not  surprise 
me  if  a  slight  revival  of  yacht  racing  should 
strike  the  club  simultaneously  with  the  advent 
of  the  new  committee. 

In  the  reign  of  seventy-footers,  several  inter- 
esting matches  enlivened  what  would  otherwise 
have  been  a  very  dull  time,  and  these  were  all 


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(or  nearly  all)  arranged  by  Mr.  Kane.  Kestrel, 
Syce,  Vencedor,  and  the  new  sloop  Tom  Web- 
ber is  building  would  form  a  nice  little  class  to 
experiment  with.  Racing  in  the  51-foot  class 
should  not  be  permitted  to  die  prematurely, 
and  although  the  New  York  Yacht  Club  has 
not  done  much  of  late  to  encourage  the  sport,  a 
little  more  active  interest  in  that  direction 
would  be  highly  appreciated  by  the  sportsmen 
of  the  club,  who  are  compelled  to  look  to  the 
Larchmont,  Atlantic,  and  Seawanhaka  Clubs 
for  indulgence  in  their  favorite  pastime. 

The  committee  appointed  by  the  New  York 
Yacht  Club  to  select  a  site  for  a  new  house  has 
organized,  and  is  on  the  lookout  for  suitable 
quarters.  This  choice  will  not,  however,  be  a 
hasty  one.  The  lease  of  the  present  building 
at  No.  67  Madison  avenue  has  yet  nearly  five 
years  to  run,  so  the  committee,  which  consists 
of  Messrs.  E.  M.  Brown,  Lewis  Cass  Ledyard, 
J.  V.  S.  Oddie,  F.  W.  J.  Hurst,  and  Arthur 
Ingraham,  will  have  plenty  of  time  to  devote 
to  the  choice  of  a  permanent  home. 

The  abolition  of  time  allowance  by  the  Yacht 
Racing  Association  of  Massachusetts  has  creat- 
ed some  dissatisfaction  in  the  South  Boston 
Yacht  Club,  which  has  259  members.  The 
club  delegates  to  the  association  have  been  di- 
rected to  express  its  sentiments  to  that  body  at 
the  next  meeting.  The  subject  is  settled  and 
cannot  be  reopened,  but  it  is  to  be  hoped  that 
the  South  Boston  Club  will  not  sever  its  con- 
nection with  the  association  in  consequence  of 
a  progressive  policy,  which  is  endorsed  by  the 
majority  of  yachtsmen  down  East. 

The  abolition  of  time  allowance  must  result 
in  compelling  yachtsmen  to  build  right  up  to 
the  limit  of  the  class,  and  not  to  the  bottom 
or  any  intermediary  position.  It  doubtless  will 
work  hardships  in  the  case  of  a  certain  number 
of  existing  yachts,  which,  under  the  new  rule, 
are  effectually  barred  from  winning  prizes  ex- 
cept by  a  fluke,  or  under  some  exceptional  me- 
teorological conditions.  These,  however,  are 
not  so  many  as  may  be  imagined  from  the  loud 
and  angry  complaints  that  are  heard.  The 
only  consolation  that  can  be  offered  to  the  pro- 
testing yachtsinen  is  that  the  abolition  of  time 
allowance  was  imperatively  demanded  in  the  in- 
terest of  the  sport,  and  that  the  minority  must  be 
content  to  make  some  sacrifices  for  the  general 
benefit  of  the  majority.  This  may  seem  cold 
comfort  and  sorry  consolation  for  the  sufferers, 
but  it  is  all  that  can  be  offered.  Time  allow- 
ance is  doomed,  and  regrets  are  vain. 

Mr.  John  Lawson  Johnstone,  who  bought  the 
cutter  Britannia  from  the  Prince  of  Wales,  has 
disposed  of  her  to  Mr.  Ernest  Terah  Hooley,  a 
yachtsman  of  some  prominence,  but  not  hith- 
erto addicted  to  racing.  He  also  owns  the  old 
schooner  Verena,  which  he  bought  from  Lord 
Lonsdale  in  1896.  If  Mr.  Hooley  should  decide 
to  race  Britannia  he  must  change  her  name, 
that  being  a  stipulation  made  by  the  Prince  of 
Wales  when  he  parted  with  her  to  Mr.  John- 
stone. A  rather  good  story  is  told  about  Mr. 
Johnstone  and  his  purchase  of  Britannia, 
which  is  probably  not  true.  It  is  said  that  Mr. 
Johnstone  did  not  see  the  famous  cutter  before 
he  bought  her,  and  was  under  the  impression 
that  she  was  a  steam  yacht.  He  was  much  dis- 
appointed when  he  learned  the  truth,  and  took 
an  early  opportunity  to  remedy  his  mistake  by 


buying  Mrs.  Langtry's  White  Ladye.  The 
circumstance  of  his  sudden  sale  of  Britannia 
certainly  lends  color  to  the  yarn.  Britannia 
and  A  its  a  will  beinissed  in  the  Mediterranean 
this  season,  the  only  cutters  of  consequence  in 
the  races  heing  Satanita  and  Bona.  The  races 
on  the  Riviera  began  on  February  6th  at  Mar- 
seilles, and  will  finish  at  Genoa  on  April  i6th. 

Among  the  pleasure  craft  owned  by  Ameri- 
cans now  in  the  Mediterranean  is  the  auxiliary 
steam  yacht  A  returns,  Mr  Rutherford  Stuy- 
vesant.  This  handsome  vessel,  built  in  a  Brit- 
ish yard  for  Mr.  Stuyvesant,  has  not  yet  been 
seen  in  these  waters.  She  may,  however,  join 
in  the  squadron  cruise  of  the  New  York  Yacht 
Club  next  August.  Mr.  Anthony  J.  Drexel's 
steam  yacht  Margarita  is  also  in  the  Mediter- 
ranean. 

Mr.  H.  McCalmont's  fine  steam  yacht  Giralda 
recently  broke  the  yachting  speed  record  from 
England  to  the  Mediterranean,  having  made 
the  run  from  Dartmouth  to  Gibraltar  in  61 
hours,  the  distance  being  1,000  miles.  This, 
too,  in  ordinary  wintry  weather,  when  the  Bay 
of  Biscay  is  at  its  worst. 

The  German  Emperor  has  written  a  personal 
letter  to  Mr.  R.  Suydam  Palmer  thanking  him 
for  the  handsome  treatment  he  met  with  at  the 
hands  of  the  American  yachtsman  in  the  pur- 
chase of  the  schooner-yacht  Yainpa,  and  con- 
gratulating himself  on  having  become  the  pos- 
sessor of  such  a  splendid  vessel.  Meanwhile, 
it  is  announced  on  excellent  authority  that 
Yainpa  will  be  put  into  the  race  to  Heligoland 
in  June,  and  later  in  various  aquatic  events  in 
the  Baltic  and  at  Cowes.  Her  antagonists  may 
be  the  schooners  Cetonia  and  Amp  hit  rite  and 
also  the  new  Rainbow,  designed  by  Mr.  George 
L.  Watson  and  not  yet  launched.  Ya7npa 
was  laid  up  for  the  winter  at  the  yard  of  White 
Bros.,  Itchen  Ferry.  Her  name  has  been 
changed  to  Idutia.  The  cup  to  be  awarded  to 
the  winner  of  the  race  from  Dover  to  Heligo- 
land is  a  bowl,  of  egg  shape,  that  stands  more 
than  two  feet  high.  It  was  designed  by  the 
Emperor  himself,  and  has  been  much  admired 
by  his  courtiers.  The  race  will  be  started  on 
June  20th  ;  I  am  informed  that  Yankee  yachts 
are  not  eligible. 

Mr.  Howard  Gould's  steel  steam  yacht  Ni- 
agara, which  was  launched  at  the  Harlan  & 
HoUingsworth  yard,  Wilmington,  Del.,  on 
February  19th,  is  fast  approachmg  completion. 
She  was  christened  by  Miss  Katherine  Clem- 
mons.  The  yacht  is  272  feet  over  all,  247  feet 
on  the  load  water-line,  36  feet  beam,  16  feet 
draught,  with  a  displacement  of  1,900  tons. 
She  is  rigged  as  a  bark,  with  twin  screws 
propelled  by  triple-expansion  engines  of  the 
inverted  cylinder,  direct-acting,  surface-con- 
densing type,  with  a  working  pressure  of  160 
pounds  to  the  square  inch.  The  cylinders  are 
18,  28  and  45  inches  with  a  30-inch  stroke.  Steam 
is  generated  in  three  steel  Scotch  boilers,  each 
having  three  furnaces.  The  bunkers  carry  450 
tons  of  coal,  which  will  take  the  vessel  to  Eng- 
land and  back  at  a  speed  of  12  knots.  The 
electric  plant  is  very  complete,  having  two 
dynamos  with  a  capacity  of  800  i6-candle  power 
lamps  and  a  storage  battery  of  80  lamps.  A 
large  orchestrion  in  the  social  hall  is  operated 
by  electricity.  The  refrigerating  plant  will 
make  400  pounds  of  ice  a  day,  and  will  cool  1,500 


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cubic  feet  of  space  to  34  degrees  Fahrenheit. 
Tanks  carry  15,000  gallons  of  fresh  water. 
Tanks  in  the  forepeak  will  carry  oil  to  be  used 
in  rough  weather  to  calm  the  sea.  The  vessel 
has  bilge  keels,  140  feet  long  and  17  inches  deep, 
in  order  to  minimize  the  rolling  as  much  as 
possible.  She  is  fitted  up  most  luxuriously  and 
cost  about  $500,000.  She  is  commanded  by 
Capt.  W.  G.  Shackford,  and  is  classed  for 
twenty  years  under  special  survey  at  Lloyds' 
and  in  this  country.  The  Niagara  is  well 
adapted  for  a  voyage  round  the  world,  and  will 
start  on  a  deep-water  cruise  in  May.  Mr. 
Howard  Gould  has  graduated  as  a  navigator 
and  is  also  a  good  all-round  yachtsman. 

Dr.  R.  V.  Pierce,  of  the  New  York  Yacht 
Club,  is  proud  of  his  new  and  unique  craft 
Whim  Wham,  in  which  he  is  now  cruising  in 
Florida  waters.  The  Whim  Wham  is  a  house- 
boat containing  many  unique  features.  She  is 
gi  feet  over  all,  84  feet  on  the  water-line,  with 
23  feet  6  inches  beam,  and  a  draught  of  24 
inches.  The  hull  of  oak  and  cypress  is  divided 
into  twelve  water-tight  compartments,  each  of 
which  is  connected  with  a  powerful  bilge  eject- 
ing pump,  so  that  nothing  serious  can  result 
from  striking  a  snag.  In  the  hull  proper  the 
stores  are  carried.  The  deck  house  is  divided 
into  luxurious  quarters  for  the  owner  and  his 
guests,  the  cabins  and  staterooms  being  excep- 
tionally light  and  large.  The  craft  is  propelled 
by  double  stern-wheels,  with  independent  gas 
engines  of  thirty  horse-power  each,  capable  of 
giving  a  speed  of  ten  miles  an  hour  in  smooth 
water.  There  is  a  roomy  hurricane  deck  with 
nothing  on  it  except  a  pilot  house  and  two  sky- 
lights, and  this  deck  will  be  used  for  bicycling 
by  Dr.  Pierce.  It  is  fenced  in  so  that  there 
will  be  no  danger  of  wheeling  overboard.  The 
boat  was  designed  by  Mr.  H.  Gielow,  and  was 
built  in  Jacksonville,  Fla. 

The  steam  yacht  Do7-othea,  owned  by  Mr. 
Thomas  McKean,  of  Philadelphia,  was  launched 
at  the  Cramp  yard  on  January  22d.  She  is 
built  of  steel,  is  215  feet  long  over  all,  178  feet 
on  the  load  water-line,  with  23  feet  3  inches 
beam  and  10  feet  draught.  She  has  triple-ex- 
pansion engines,  supplied  with  steam  by  two 
Yarrow  boilers  to  carry  200  lbs.  pressure.  This 
craft  is  expected  to  make  14  knots  under  natural 
and  16  knots  under  forced  draught.  She  is 
rigged  as  a  two-masted  schooner. 

The  Indian  Harbor  Yacht  Club  will  offer 
prizes  this  season  for  an  open  class  of  knock- 
abouts. This  is  a  step  in  the  right  direction, 
as  it  will  give  those  knockabouts  not  included 
in  the  Seawanhaka  class  an  opportunity  to  com- 
pete. This  should  afford  also  a  capital  chance 
to  compare  the  sailing  qualities  of  all  craft  of 
this  type,  whether  centreboard,  fin,  or  keel,  that 
do  not  carry  more  than  600  square  feet  of  sail. 
The  Boston,  Beverly,  Country  Club  of  West- 
chester, Seawanhaka  and  Corinthian  Club,  of 
Philadelphia,  will  all  be  eligible,  and  good  sport 
should  result  from  a  meeting  of  the  boats  of 
these  organizations. 

Vice-Commodore  Tyson,  of  the  Indian  Har- 
bor Yacht  Club,  in  order  to  encourage  the  new 
one-design  schooner  class  has  offered  a  silver 
cup  for  competition  on  the  occasion  of  their  first 
race.  Mr.  Frank  Bowne  Jones,  the  originator 
of  this  class,  designs  for  which  were  made  by 
Mr.  A.  Cary  Smith,  hopes  to  see  half  a  dozen 


of  them  afloat  this  coming  season,  although  at 
this  writing  only  two  are  in  hand.  This  is  dis- 
appointing, as  twenty-seven  yachtsmen  had  ex- 
pressed themselves  as  being  warmly  interested 
in  these  boats,  which  are  to  cost  $6,500  each. 

A  restaurant  and  grill-room,  as  well  as  a  car- 
riage house,  will  be  added  to  the  Indian  Har- 
bor Yacht  Club-house,  in  readiness  for  the  open- 
ing of  the  season.  There  will  be  four  races 
during  the  summer.  The  newly  elected  offi- 
cers are  :  Commodore,  Charles  T.  Wills  ;  Vice- 
Commodore,  Geo.  G.  Tyson  ;  Rear  Commodore, 
Robt.  B.  Carpenter;  Secretary,  Charles  F.  Stew- 
art ;  Treasurer,  Richard  Cutwater.  The  fix- 
tures follow  : 

First  Regatta — Decoration  Day  ;  for  the  open  class 
of  knockabouts  and  also  the  one-design  dory  class. 

Second  Regatta — The  circuit  race,  the  date  to  be  ar- 
ranged by  the  Yacht  Racing  Association  of  Long  Island 
Sound. 

Third  Regatta— Annual  regatta  ;  all  classes;  Satur- 
day, July  30th. 

Fourth  Regatta — Fall  regatta  ;  Saturday,  September 
3d  (probably). 

The  committee  also  proposes  that  races  shall  be  given 
every  week  for  the  one-design  dories,  for  which  there 
will  be  a  helmsman  cup  for  each  race,  and  a  handsome 
record  trophy  awarded  at  the  end  of  the  season. 

Commodore  George  J.  Gould  being  no  longer 
able  to  serve  as  flag  officer  of  the  Atlantic 
Yacht  Club  was,  at  the  annual  meeting,  suc- 
ceeded by  Frederick  T.  Adams,  Vice-Commo- 
dore. The  other  officers  elected  are:  Vice- 
Commodore,  Harrison  B.  Moore  ;  Rear  Com- 
modore, J.  Herbert  Ballantine;  Secretary,  Da- 
vid E.  Austen  ;  Treasurer,  George  H.  Church; 
Measurer,  George  Hill  ;  Regatta  Committee, 
David  E.  Austen,  George  W.  McNulty  and 
Henry  C.  Barnet.  The  number  of  members  is 
483,  an  increase  of  83  during  the  year.  The 
fleet  is  composed  of  250  yachts,  an  increase 
of  16. 

According  to  existing  arrangements  the  new 
club-house  at  Sea  Gate  will  be  opened  formally 
on  May  loth,  with  a  club  reception  to  which  la- 
dies will  be  invited.  The  regular  ceremony  of 
"going  into  commission "  will  take  place  as 
usual  on  Decoration  day.  Courses  for  small 
boats  for  the  numerous  races  of  the  season  will 
be  laid  off  in  Gravesend  Bay  within  full  view  of 
the  club-house.  Better  breezes  are  generally 
to  be  found  in  this  locality  than  off  Bay  Ridge, 
and  inembers  are  to  be  congratulated  upon  the 
shift  of  scene. 

The  latest  news  from  the  Royal  St.  Law- 
rence Yacht  Club  concerning  the  defense  of 
the  Seawanhaka-Corinthian  Challenge  Cup  is 
that  at  present  only  one  boat  has  been  definitely 
ordered,  that  one  being  for  the  syndicate  of 
brokers.  Others,  of  course,  will  materialize  in 
time  for  the  trial  races,  while  Gle7iover  and 
Glencairji  II. ,  two  last  year's  boats,  will  be  in 
the  fray  again. 

Mr.  Robert  E.  Tod,  owner  of  the  Katrina, 
has  passed  his  examination  and  secured  an  ocean 
master's  license  for  steam  yachts  and  also  a  li- 
cense as  master  of  fore-and-aft  sailing  vessels. 
He  will  sail  shortly  on  a  deep-water  cruise,  his 
first  port  of  call  being  Bermuda.  Many  Corin- 
thian yachtsmen  are  duly  qualified  to  com- 
mand their  own  craft,  and  it  is  becoming  fash- 
ionable to  acquire  the  proper  legal  certificates. 

A.  J.  Kenealy. 


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THE    SEASON  S    RACES. 

IT  was  not  until  February  19th  that  the  first 
pennant  race  of  the  Kingston  Ice  Yacht  Club 
(Canada)  could  be  sailed.  The  ice  was  then 
in  fair  condition,  but  strewn  with  numerous 
patches  of  snow,  which  materially  affected 
speed.  The  triangular  course  was  sailed  four 
times  over:  From  club-house  to  Garden  Island 
and  Fisher's  distillery,  at  Portsmouth,  thence 
to  home  stake  m  front  of  the  club-house.  A 
fresh  breeze  was  piping  strong  from  northeast 
as  the  following  yachts  lined  up  for  a  station- 
ary, old-fashioned  start :  Howard  S.  Folger's 
Breeze,  W.  C.  Kent's  IVkistlewzng,  J.  Fisher's 
Defiance,  Vice -Commodore  Francis  H.  Mac- 
nee's  Pastime,  B.  W.  Folger,  Jr.'s,  Typhoon, 
J.  McKay's  Flying  Scud,  J.  B.  Carpenter's 
Jack  Frost,  Commodore  Sanford  C.  Calvin's 
Blizzard,  E.  C.  Gildersleeve's  Slippery  Jack, 
John  Gaskin's  Witch,  Captain  R.  LaRush's 
West  End,  Lieutenant  R.  W.  Bridgstock's 
Chinook,  Captain  H.  Hora's  North  Star,  K.  C. 
Folger's  Stiow  Bird  and  J.  McKerra's  Moon- 
shine. The  official  starters  were  F.  Strange, 
Alex.  Horn  and  Captain  J.  Dix.  Timekeeper, 
F.  Strange.  It  was  a  fine  start  in  the  fresh 
breeze.  The  Breeze  rushed  to  the  front  and 
ahead,  closely  followed  by  Defiance  and  Whis- 
tlewing,  as  they  headed  for  Garden  Island. 
All  the  yachts  were  well  reefed  before  the  start. 
It  was  an  exciting  race  from  Garden  Island  to 
turning  mark  at  Fisher's  distillery,  where  there 
was  a  clear  stretch  of  good  ice.  Along  this  leg 
the  yachts  flew  at  a  breakneck  speed.  The 
work  had  been  free  until  this  point  had  been 
reached,  but  from  the  distillery  to  home  mark 
it  was  a  dead  beat  to  windward,  and,  with  the 
heavy  and  increasing  breeze,  the  larger  and 
heavier  boats  had  the  advantage.  On  the  first 
round  Defiaftce  ran  ahead  of  the  Breeze  and 
led  until  the  third  lap,  but  while  rounding  turn- 
ing mark  her  peak  halyard  parted  and  the  main- 
sail flapped  wildly  in  the  wind  ;  then  Whistle- 
wing  rushed  by  her  and  led  the  fleet  to  the 
finish.  While  rounding  the  first  mark  the  Pas- 
time, sailed  by  P.  Roth  well,  carried  away  one 
of  her  forward  runners'  gear  and  was  obliged 
to  withdraw  from  the  race;  but,  not  discouraged, 
Mr.  Rothwell  rushed  over  to  his  own  yacht, 
Starlight,  and  started  her  under  way,  and 
even  at  that  late  date  outsailed  the  Moonshine, 
the  only  boat  in  the  Starlights  class.  The 
race  was  finished  in  the  following  order  and  time : 
Whistlewing,iyca..;  Defiance,  2,St^.\  Typhoon, 
35m.  2S.;  Witch  and  Starlight.  Distance  of 
course  sailed,  twelve  miles.  The  yachts  were  di- 
vided into  three  classes,  hence  Defiance  won  in 
first  class,  Whistlewing  won  in  second  class, 
and  led  all  classes,  and  Starlight  in  third  class. 
While  rounding  home  mark  on  second  round 
Jack  Frost,  sailed  by  J.  Mooney,  spun  com- 
pletely about  and  at  the  same  time  the  Bliz- 
zard, which  was  nearly  on  top  other,  did  a  simi- 
lar trick  and  crashed  into  the  Slippery  Jack, 
debarring  both  boats  from  continuation  of  the 
race. 

On  Saturday  afternoon,  March  5th, the  second 
pennant  race  was  sailed.  The  ice  was  in  rather 
poor  condition  and  strewn  with  snowdrifts,  but 
the   day,  and  a  stiff  and  steady  wind,  all  that 


could  be  desired.  The  westward  wind  caused 
many  of  the  yachts  to  lift  their  windward  run- 
ners high  in  the  air,  at  one-quarter  to  half  a 
mile  a  clip.  The  following  yachts  started  : 
Pastime,  Slippery  Jack,  Whistlewing,  Dol- 
phin, Blizzard,  Breeze,  Typhooti,  Flight,- 
Defiance  and  Flying  Scud.  The  course  sailed 
was  the  small  triangular  one  from  the  club- 
house to  mark  half-way  over  to  Garden  Island 
and  hence  to  mark  in  centre  of  the  harbor,  in 
front  of  ferry  wharf,  to  be  sailed  over  three 
times,  all  buoys  passed  to  port.  W.  C.  Kent's 
Whistlewing  jumped  to  the  lead,  and  at  first 
round  was  a  leg  ahead  of  the  second  yacht  and 
increased  her  lead  to  the  finish.  The  follow- 
ing is  the  official  time  of  the  race  :  Whistle- 
wing, 25m.  24s.;  Breeze,  31m.  30s.;  Pastime, 
34m.  30s.;  Slippery  Jack,  4th;  Dolphin,  5th; 
Blizzard,  6th. 

The  third  and  final  race  of  the  series  for  the 
champion  pennant  of  the  Kingston  (Canada)  Ice 
Yacht  Club  for  this  season  was  sailed  on  March 
gth  over  an  official  course,  three  times  around,  a 
total  of  10  miles.  The  ice  was  in  poor  con- 
dition, it  being  rough  and  soft  in  many  places, 
in  which  were  short  stretches  of  fair  ice,  but 
fortunately  there  was  a  fresh  full-sail  breeze. 
The  yachts  lined  up  for  a  stationary  mixed  class 
start  were  J.  B.  Caruther's  Mistral,  J.  Fisher's 
Defiaftce,  F.H.  Macnee's  Pastitne,  Sanford  Cai 
vin's  Blizzard,  John  Gaskin's  Witch,  Howard. 
S.  ¥o\gQv'^  Breeze,  W.  C.Kent's  Whistlewing, 
B.W.  Folger,  Jr.'s,  Typhoon,  Parker  and  Craig's 
Prodigal  Son,  P.  Rothwell's  Starlight,  E.  C. 
Gildersleeve's  Slippery  Jack,  Capt.  LaRush's 
West  End,  Hanzard  Hora's  Sport  and  Frank 
Summerville's  two  ya.cht?,, Flight  anA  Dolphift. 
All  classes  were  sloops.  The  Blizzard  led.,  but 
on  second  round  she  lost  her  leeward-runner 
balancing  bolt,  causing  the  runner  to  fall  out. 
She  collided  with  the  flag-turning  mark,  and 
this  disqualified  her  for  the  race.  Quick  as  a 
wink  Commodore  Calvin  brought  the  Blizzard 
in  the  wind's  eye  and  replaced  the  bolt  and  re- 
fractory runner,  set  up  turning-mark,  and  led  the 
fleet  to  the  finish,  a  minute  and  a  half  ahead  of 
the  Breeze,  which  was  the  second  yacht,  fol- 
lowed by  Whistlewing,  Witch,  Pastime,  Dol- 
phin, Defiance,  Slippery  Jack  and  Starlight  in 
order  named.  There  was  just  33  seconds  be- 
tween the  three  winning  yachts. 

The  club's  champion  pennants  for  ist,  2d 
and  3d  class  yachts  are  decided  by  points,  the 
first  boat  in  each  class  getting  five  points,  sec- 
ond boat  three  points  and  third  boat  one  point. 
The  result  of  the  races  was  in  each  class  as 
follows:  Slippery  Jack  wins  in  first  class,  with 
one  first,  one  second  and  one  third,  making  9 
points;  Defiance  and  Dolphin  tie  for  second 
place,  each  having  8  points.  In  second  class, 
Whistlewing  wins  the  pennant, with  13  points, 
equal  to  two  first  and  one  second.  She  finished 
ahead  of  all  classes  in  the  race  of  March  5th, 
and  has  obtained  the  highest  class  points  of  this 
season's  pennant  racing.  In  the  third  class 
Starlight  wins  with  10  points. 

Orange  Lake  has  had  the  worst  luck  this  win- 
ter in  twenty-two  years.  There  has  been  plenty 
of  good  ice,  but  it  has  been  covered  with  con- 
tinual snow. 

H.  Percy  Ashley. 


ICE  HOCKEY. 


T 


'HE  champion- 
ship schedule 
of  the  Amateur 
Hockey  League 
includes  twenty 
games,  of  which 
eighteen  had  been 
played  at  the  time 
this  paragraph  was 
written.  One  of 
these  eighteen,  the 
match  of  March  8th, 
between  New  York 
Athletic  Club  and 
Hockey  Club,  of  New 
York,  ended  in  a  tie, 
each  team  scoring 
one  goal,  and  the 
managers  of  the  rink 
refusing  to  allow  time  for  the  customary  extra 
bout.  The  date  and  place  for  playing  off  this 
tie  have  not  yet  been  announced.  Of  the  three 
games  yet  remaining  to  be  played — two  reg- 
ular and  one  play-off— the  New  York  Athletic 
Club  is  almost  sure  to  win  from  Montclair  Ath- 
letic Club,  and  has  rather  more  than  an  even 
chance  to  beat  Hockey  Club,  of  New  York,  in 
the  play-off.  If  New  York  should  win  both 
of  these  games  its  score  would  stand  six 
games  won  and  one  lost,  and  St.  Nicholas  could 
not  win  and  could  only  make  a  tie  for  the  cham- 
pionship by  beating  New  York  in  the  final 
game  of  the  series,  March  26th,  at  the  St.  Nich- 
olas Rink.  But  if  New  York  should  lose  to 
either  Montclair  or  Hockey  Club,  of  New  York, 
then  St.  Nicholas  and  New  York  would  be  tied 
at  five  wins  and  two  losses,  and  the  winner  of 
the  final  game,  March  26th,  would  win  the 
championship.  The  features  of  the  month's 
play  have  been  the  irregular  work  of  St.  Nich- 
olas, the  breakdown  of  New  York,  who  had  not 
lost  a  game  from  the  beginning  of  the  season 
until  February  i6th,  and  the  successful,  though 
rough  play  of  Brooklyn,  who  have  not  lost  a 
game  during  the  past  month.  The  standing  of 
the  clubs,  March  i^th,  was  as  follows  : 

Gatnes  Goals 

Played.  Scored. 


Clubs. 


New  York  Athletic  Club . . . 
St.  Nicholas  Skating  Club  . 
Skating  Club  of  Brooklyn.. 
Hockey  Club  of  New  York. 
Montclair  Athletic  Club 


3 

23 

15 

S 

10 

13 

b 

6 

23 

The  more  important  games  of  the  past  four 
weeks  have  been  as  follows  : 

A   VISIT    FROM    THE    SHAMROCKS. 

The  first  seven  of  the  Shamrock  Hockey  Club 
of  Montreal  came  to  New  York  City  in  February, 
and  played  three  games  with  local  experts, 
winning  two  and  losing  one.  It  must  be  re- 
membered, in  comparing  the  relative  skill  of 
Canadian  and  New  York  players,  that  about 
half  of  the  men  who  played  for  New  York 
against  Shamrock  are  Canadians  imported  to 
play  here,  and  also  that  Shamrock  is  not  the 
best  team  in  Canada,  its  standing  for  the  Cana- 
dian amateur  championship  being  a  poor  third 
among  five  competing  teams. 


Stevens. 

J.  Palmer 

Macdonald 

.  ..Watkins 

.E.  Palmer 

Sanson 

Grelle 


NEW    JERSEY,    5  ;    STEVENS,   I. 

The  teams  of  the  New  Jersey  Athletic  Club 
and  Stevens  Institute  met  February  loth  in  the 
St.  Nicholas  Rink,  and  the  Hoboken  men  were 
clearly  outplayed.  Walton,  Ryder  and  Lough- 
man  each  scored  a  goal  for  New  Jersey,  while 
Koehler  made  two.  Kennedy  scored  the  only 
goal  for  Stevens.     The  teams  were  as  follows  : 

N. ./.  A .  C.  Positions. 

Gilmore Goal 

Mackey Point  .. . 

Walton Cover  Point 

Hart ) 

l^ehl^r::::::::::      forwards. 

Loughman ;  { Kennedy 

ST.    NICHOLAS,   3  ;    MONTCLAIR,  O. 

The  Montclair  Athletic  Club  made  one  more 
unsuccessful  attempt  to  beat  the  St  Nicholas 
Skating  Club  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink,  Feb- 
ruary 1 2th.  The  visitors  played  well  indi- 
vidually, but  were  deficient  in  team  work. 
Goals  were  scored  by  Larned,  Harty  and  Bar- 
ron. In  the  first  half  Koehler  was  injured  in  a 
scrimmage  and  replaced  by  G.  Hornfeck.  The 
teams  were  as  follows: 

Montclair. 

Jacobis 

Williams 

G.  Hornfeck 

....  . .  ..Koehler 

Parml}' 

Kenady 

Geo.    Hornfeck 
M.  Hornfeck 


St.  Nicholas.  Positions. 

Hewitt Goal.. . 

Robb Point   . 


Wrenn.. 

Harty.. 

Pope 

Barron. 
Larned. 


Cover    Point. 


Forwards. 


BROWN,  3  ;    COLUMBIA,   I. 

The  teams  of  these  Universities  met  Feb- 
ruary 1 2th  in  the  Clermont  Avenue  Rink,  Brook- 
lyn, L.  I.,  in  their  first  game  for  the  Intercol- 
legiate championship.  There  was  no  scoring 
until  near  the  end  of  the  first  half,  when  Hunt, 
Pell  and  Pevear  made  goals  in  rapid  succession. 
In  the  second  half  the  competition  was  close,  but 
Hunt  finally  scored  a  goal.  The  teams  were  as 
follows  ; 


Columbia.  Positions. 

Roberts Goal 

Williams Point   

Belden  (capt.) Cover  Point. 

Pell ) 

Maguire {_ 

Henderson i 

Van  Voorhis ) 


Forwards. 


Brown, 

Barrows 

Steere 

Bucklin 

.Hunt  (capt.) 

Pevear 

Day 

Cooke 


BROOKLYN,  6  ;    NAVAL    RESERVES,  O. 

The  Naval  Reserves  and  the  Skating  Club  of 
Brooklyn  played  February  14th  in  the  Clermont 
Avenue  Rink,  and  the  sailors  proved  to  be  poor 
landsmen,  failing  to  score  for  themselves,  al- 
though their  cover  point.  Bill,  accidentally 
made  a  goal  for  Brooklyn,  while  Post  scored 
one  goal,  Drakeley  one,  and  Dobby  three.  The 
teams  lined  up  as  follows  : 


Positions.  S.  C.  o/  Brooklyn. 

Goal Hallock 

Point McKenzie 

.  Cover  Point Drysdale 

i Lounsbery 

Loughman f     p„rwards      \  'A Dobby 

Roberts i     i:<orwaras.    -s  (^  j    pogt,  Jr. 

(  ..Dra 


Naval  Reserves. 

Gilmore 

Mott 

Bill 

Crawford. 


Walton  (capt.) 


)rakeley  (capt.) 


SHAMROCK,   2  ;    NEW    YORK,  I. 

The  first  game  of  the  Canadians  was  with 
the  Hockey  Club  of  New  York  at  the  Lexing- 
ton Avenue  Ice  Palace,  New  York  City,  Feb- 


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OUTING  FOR    APRIL. 


ruary  14th,  and  the  home  team  made  an  unex- 
pectedly stubborn  resistance,  scoring  one  goal 
and  holding  their  opponents  down  to  two  goals. 
The  visitors  played  at  a  great  disadvantage, 
owing  to  the  peculiar  tactics  of  the  referee  and 
to  the  fact  that  a  leaky  pipe  made  a  small  brook 
along  one  side  of  the  rink,  in  which  the  puck 
showed  special  ability  to  drown  itself  at  most 
inopportune  junctures.  The  Canadian  team 
play  was  fine,  but  the  New  York  goal-keeper 
was  a  host  in  himself.  In  the  first  half  Wall 
scored  by  a  long  lift  from  the  center  of  the 
rink,  and  soon  afterward  a  triple  pass  by 
Brown,  Trihey,  Brennen  and  back  to  Brown 
resulted  in  another  goal.  In  the  second  half 
B.  Phillips,  assisted  by  De  Casanova,  made  a 
goal  for  the  home  team  by  some  clever  dodg- 
ing.    The  teams  were  as  follows  : 

Neiu   York. 

O'Donnell 

.  .Cunningham 

Curnen 

B.  Phillips 

Laing 

Russell 

. .  De  Casanova 


Shamrock.  Positions. 

Tobin Goal 

Tansey Point 

Wall Cover  Point 

Trihey  (capt.)  . . . 

Brown 

Brennan 

Scanlan 


Forwards- 


BROOKLYN,  5  ;    NEW    YORK,   I. 

The  first  defeat  of  the  team  of  the  New  York 
Athletic  Club  was  in  their  game  with  the  Skat- 
ing Club  of  Brooklyn,  February  i6th,  at  the  Cler- 
mont Avenue  Rink.  Brooklyn's  victory  was 
wholly  unexpected,  as  they  are  near  the  foot  of 
the  championship  contest,  while  New  York  led 
until  this  game,  which  puts  them  on  an  equal- 
ity with  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating  Club.  Brook- 
lyn assumed  the  aggressive  at  once,  and  seemed 
to  astonish  their  opponents,  who  made  no  strong 
defence,  and  would  not  have  scored  but  for  an 
accident,  because  the  puck  had  been  stopped 
by  the  Brooklyn  goal-keeper,  but  carromed  from 
one  of  his  skates  to  the  other,  and  finally  slid 
between  the  posts,  thus  crediting  Baird  with  a 
goal.  For  the  winners  Dobby  scored  twice  and 
Wall  three  times.     The  teams  were  as  follows  : 

Brooklyn  Skating  Club.     Positions.       N.  Y.  Athletic  Club. 

Hallock Goal MacRae 

McKenzie Point   Williams 

Drysdale Cover  Point Fenwick 

Wall \  I  Belden 

Hall   {    Forwards     -'  Bogart 

Dobby C    forwards.    -    Wallace 

Drakeley )  (  Baird 

DRISLER,   2  ;    SACHS,   I. 

The  teams  of  Drisler  School  and  Sachs 
School  met  on  February  i6th  at  the  Lexington 
Avenue  Ice  Palace  in  the  first  game  for  the 
interscholastic  championship  of  Greater  New 
York.  The  lads  were  somewhat  inexpert 
skaters,  and  suffered  from  many  falls.  Law- 
son  and  Gibbons  scored  for  the  winners,  and 
P.  Hoguet  for  the  losers.  The  teams  were  as 
follows  : 

Drisler.  Positions.  Sachs. 

J .  Eakin Goal Bernstein 

A.  Eakin Point R.  Hoguet 

Curran Cover  Point Seidenberg 

Spencer ^  I  P.  Hoguet 

Lawson (   p„-™„^fq<,  )  Wertheimer 

Gibbons i-orwards.^   R.  Jackal 


Wolfe. 


.Stern 


NEW   YORK,   I  ;    SHAMROCK,    O. 

The  second  game  played  by  the  visitors  was 
on  February  i6th  in  the  same  rink  and  against 
the  same  club  as  their  first  game,  but  the  re- 
sult differed,  the  home  team  winning  a  fiercely 
fought  game  and  the  playing  being  both  fast 


and  skillful.  De  Casanova  and  Russell  assist- 
ed B.  Phillips  in  scoring  the  only  goal.  The 
game  was  unduly  rough.  Brown  having  been 
suspended  once  and  Russell  twice  for  brutal 
play,  while  B.  Phillips  and  Wall  were  tempo- 
rarily disabled. 

MONTCLAIR,  2  ;    NAVAL  RESERVES,    O. 

The  Montclair  Athletic  Club  and  the  Naval 
Reserves  met  on  February  17th  at  the  St. 
Nicholas  Rink.  The  men  were  about  equal  in 
individual  skill,  but  Montclair  showed  more 
ability  in  team  work  and  won  an  easy  game. 
Bill  was  temporarily  disabled  by  a  blow  on  the 
head,  but  the  stroke  was  not  intentional,  and 
M.  Hornfeck  was  similarly  injured  in  second 
half. 

YALE,  O  ;  BROWN,  O. 

The  teams  of  Yale  University  and  Brown 
University  met  on  February  i8th  at  the  Cler- 
mont Avenue  Rink  in  a  game  for  the  inter- 
collegiate championship,  and  after  two  twenty- 
minute  halves  and  an  extra  five  minutes  of  in- 
teresting play  the  match  was  declared  a  draw, 
neither  side  scoring.  Brown  seemed  to  be  the 
stronger  team,  and  kept  the  puck  in  Yale  ter- 
ritory most  of  the  time,  but  Yale's  stubborn 
defence  prevented  any  goal-making.  The  teams 
were  as  follows  : 


i'ale  University.  Positions 

Wall  worth ") 

Campbell 

Barnett 

Coxe 

Hall .Cover  Point 


•  Forwards. 


Brown  University 

Hunt 

Pevear 

Day 

Cooke 

Bucklin 


Stoddard. 
Smith 


.Point Steere 

.  Goal Barrows 


PENNSYLVANIA,  2;    JOHNS  HOPKINS,   I. 

The  University  of  Pennsylvania  and  Johns 
Hopkins  University  met  Februarj'-  i8th  at  the 
West  Park  Ice  Palace  Rink,  Philadelphia,  and 
the  home  team  won  despite  the  absence  of  their 
best  man,  Stackhouse.  who  had  been  suspended 
by  the  Faculty.  Mclnnes  scored  one  of  the 
goals  and  Gorman  the  two  others.  The  teams 
were  as  follows: 


U.  Penn. 
Moore. ... 
Gibbons. 
Caldwell 
Gorman. 


Positions.  J  oh  ns  Hopkins. 

Goal SchoU 

Point Mitchell 

.Cover  Point Fitzgerald 

.Rover Mclnnes 


Rogers Right  Forward Abercrombie 

Laing Center  Forward Hill 

Wallace Left  Forward Warren 

ST.   NICHOLAS,  6;    NAVAL  RESERVES,   2. 

St.  Nicholas  Skating  Club  easily  beat  the 
Naval  Reserves,  February  i8th,  at  the  St.  Nicho- 
las Rink. 

SHAMROCK,  4;    BROOKLYN,  3. 

The  third  and  last  game  of  the  Shamrock 
team  in  the  United  States  was  played  Febru- 
ary 19th,  against  the  Skating  Club,  of  Brook- 
lyn, in  the  Clermont  Avenue  Rink.  The  match 
was  closely  contested,  and  Tansey  was  disabled 
in  second  half  by  a  blow  on  the  head.  For 
Shamrock,  Scanlan  and  Brennan  each  scored 
one  goal  and  Trihey  two,  while  Dobby  made 
one  and  Wall  two  for  Brooklyn. 

MONTCLAIR,   2',    MARYLAND,  2. 

The  team  of  the  Montclair  Athletic  Club 
went  to  Baltimore,  Md.,  February  19th,  and 
played  with   the  Maryland  Hockey  Club  at  the 


ICE  HOCKEY. 


87 


North  Avenue  Ice  Palace.  The  result  was  a 
tie— Peterson  and  Clark  scoring  for  Maryland, 
while  Koehler  made  two  goals  for  Montclair. 

CUTLER,   2;    COLUMBIA  GRAMMAR,  O. 

The  second  game  of  the  Interscholastic 
Championship  series  was  played  February  19th 
at  the  Lexington  Avenue  Ice  Palace,  Cutler 
School  easily  beating  Columbia  Grammar 
School.     The  teams  were  as  follows: 

Cutler.  Positions.         Columbia  Gramtnar. 

Schwab Goal ,  Stern 

Auchincloss Point Cook 

Inman Cover  Point T.  O'Brien 

Warren I  f De  Witt 

Brokaw I   -porwarrlci  J Marsh 

Buck f  I'orwards  A  ^jj^y 

Gunther J  [ J.  O'Brien 

NEW   YORK,  g  ;    BROWN,   O. 

New  York  Athletic  Club  easily  beat  Brown 
University  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink,  February 
19th.  The  New  York  players  took  turns  at  scor- 
ing, Spalding  making  one  goal,  while  Baird, 
Wallace,  Fenwick  and  Bogert  each  tallied  twice. 

QUAKER  CITY,   5   ;    JOHNS   HOPKINS,  O. 

The  teams  of  the  Quaker  City  Hockey  Club 
and  Johns  Hopkins  University  met  Febru- 
ary 19th  in  the  Ice  Palace,  Philadelphia,  Pa., 
the  home  team  vi^inning  easily,  despite  the  fine 
work  of  Scholl,  who  saved  half  a  dozen  goals 
for  his  team.  Goals  were  scored  by  Orton, 
Neff ,  Wallace,  Willett  and  Parsons.  The  teams 
were  as  follows  : 

Quaker  City.  Positions.  Johns  Hopkins. 

Moore Goal Scholl 

Russell Point Mitchell 

Willett Cover  Point Fitzgerald 

Parsons Rover Mclnnes 

Neff  Right  Forward Abercrombie 

Orton Center  Forward Hill 

Wallace Left  Forward Carey 

MARYLAND,  2  ;    YALE,   I. 

The  return  match  between  the  Maryland 
Hockey  Club  and  Yale  University  was  played 
February  22d  at  Baltimore,  Md.,  the  home 
team  winning  a  fine  game.  Cox  scored  one 
goal  and  Peterson  two. 

DE  LA  SALLE,  4  ;    BERKELEY,  2. 

The  third  game  of  the  Interscholastic  Cham- 
pionship series  was  played  February  22d  at 
the  Lexington  Avenue  Ice  Palace,  De  La 
Salle  Institute  beating  Berkeley  School.  Rob- 
bins,  Dwyer  and  Bonner  each  scored  two  goals. 
The  teams  were  as  follows  : 

Berkeley.  Positions.  De  La  Salle. 

McKay Goal Connolly 

Potter  Point McCabe 

Granberry Cover  Point Sullivan 

Bonner 1  f Dwyer 

McKee I    Tn„^,„„ ^ j   J Brenrian 

Kohlmann \  Forward  j Farrally 

Evart J  i, , Robbins 

ST.   NICHOLAS,  2  ;    NEW    YORK,    O. 

A  championship  game  was  played  February 
24th  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink  between  the  teams 
of  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating  Club  and  the  Hockey 
Club  of  New  York.  The  play  was  rough,  with 
much  off  side  work.  Callender  and  Larned 
each  scored  a  goal. 

QUAKER    CITY,  2  ;    NEW  YORK,    I. 

The  Hockey  Club  of  New  York  went  to  Phila- 
delphia February  26th,  and  were  defeated  at  the 
West   Park   Ice   Palace    by   the   Quaker   City 


Hockey  Club  before  a  crowd  that  overtaxed  the 
accommodations  of  the  rink.  Willett  scored 
two  goals  and  Curnen  one. 

BROWN,   2  ;    YALE,   I. 

The  teams  of  these  universities  met  for  the 
third  time  February  26th,  at  the  Clermont  Ave- 
nue Rink.  The  first  game  was  won  by  Brown, 
the  second  was  a  tie,  and  Brown  won  the  third 
and  last.  Goals  were  made  by  Palmer,  Pevear 
and  Hunt. 

SACHS,   I  ;    COLUMBIA  GRAMMAR,  O. 

The  fourth  game  of  the  Interscholastic  Cham- 
pionship series  was  played  February  26th  at 
the  Lexington  Avenue  Ice  Palace,  Sachs  School 
winning  a  closely  contested  game  from  Colum- 
bia Grammar  School.  The  play  was  rough,  the 
winners  being  the  chief  offenders  The  only 
goal  was  scored  by  Jaeckel,  assisted  by  Wert- 
heimer. 

COLUMBIA,   3  ;    NEW  JERSEY,  3. 

The  teams  of  Columbia  University  and  the 
New  Jersey  Athletic  Club  played  a  tie  game 
February  26th  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating  Rink. 
Van  Voorhis  and  Walton  each  scored  one  goal, 
while  Henderson  and  Koehler  made  two  each. 
In  last  half  Wilson  was  hurt  and  gave  way  to 
Laughlin. 

BROOKLYN,  4  ;    MONTCLAIR,  O. 

The  Montclair  Athletic  Club  and  the  Skating 
Club,  of  Brooklyn,  met  March  2d  at  the  Cler- 
mont Avenue  Rink,  Brooklyn  winning  easily. 
Wall  scored  one  goal  and  Dobby  three. 

CUTLER,  3  ;    DRISLER,  O. 

The  teams  of  Cutler  and  Drisler  Schools  met 
March  2d  at  the  Lexington  Avenue  Ice  Palace 
and  Cutler  won  a  well-played  game,  the  goals 
being  scored  by  Fosdick,  Brokaw  and  Warren. 

NEW  YORK,  3  ;  NAVAL  RESERVES,  O. 

New  York  Athletic  Club  played  against  the 
Naval  Reserves  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating 
Rink  March  2d  and  won  handily,  although  the 
sailors  had  improved  perceptibly  since  their 
former  game.  Goals  were  made  by  Pope, 
Wonham  and  Fenwick. 

AN    OBJECT    LESSON    IN    HOCKEY. 

Those  citizens  of  New  York  who  supposed 
that  they  had  seen  first-class  hockey  playing 
had  their  illusion  rudely  dispelled  March  4th. 
and  5th,  when  the  first  seven  of  the  Victoria 
Hockey  Club,  of  Montreal,  Q  ,  amateur  cham- 
pions of  Canada,  came  to  New  York  and  played 
two  games  with  the  best  teams  in  the  metropo- 
lis. The  visitors  won  both  games  in  brilliant 
style,  beating  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating  Club  8 
to  o  and  scoring  6  to  i  against  the  New  York 
Athletic  Club,  the  solitary  goal  of  the  home 
team  resulting  more  from  accident  than  design. 
The  visitors  were  better  individual  skaters, 
played  better  as  a  team,  and  can  teach  hockey 
to  any  club  in  the  United  States. 

VICTORIA,    6;     NEW  YORK,   I. 

The  first  game  played  by  the  Canadian  cham- 
pions in  New  York  City  was  against  the  New 
York  Athletic  Club,March  4th,at  the  St.  Nicholas 
Rink.      The  home  team  seemed  dazzled  by  the 


OUTING  FOR    APRIL. 


brilliant  play  of  the  visitors,  Fenwick  alone  of 
the  New  York  seven  playing  up  to  his  usual 
standard  and  making  the  solitary  goal  credited 
to  his  team.  For  the  Canadians,  Davidson, 
McDougall  and  Drinkwater  each  made  2  goals. 
The  visitors  would  have  made  twice  as  many 
goals  but  for  the  magnificent  play  of  Macrae  at 
the  New  York  goal.  The  teams  were  as 
follows  : 

Positions.  N.    Y.  A.  C. 

. . .  .Goal Macrae 

....Point     Bolden 

Cover  Point Fenwick 

r Wallace 

J Wonham 

I Bogert 

Baird 


Victoria. 

Lewis 

McRobie 

Grant 

McDougall.. 

McLea , 

Drinkwater  , 
Davidson. . . 


Forwards. 


YALE,    O  ;  COLUMBIA,    O. 

The  teams  of  Yale  and  Columbia  Universities 
met  March  5th,  at  the  Clermont  Avenue  Rink, 
and  after  45  minutes'  play  without  a  goal  the 
match  was  declared  a  draw. 

VICTORIA,    8  ;      ST.    NICHOLAS,    O. 

The  second  game  played  by  the  Canadian 
champions  was  with  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating 
Club  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink,  March  5th.  The 
home  team  had  no  chance,  but  tried  their  best 
to  stem  the  tide  of  defeat,  and  the  play  was 
sometimes  unnecessarily  rough.  Larned  was 
injured  by  an  accidental  blow,  but  pluckily  con- 


tinued in  the  game.  McLea  scored  one  goal, 
McDougall  and  Drinkwater  two  each,  and 
Davidson  three. 

BERKELEY,    I   ;    COLUMBIA   GRAMMAR,    O. 

The  teams  of  Berkeley  School  and  Columbia 
Grammar  School  played  a  game  in  the  inter- 
scholastic  series ,  March  5th,  at  the  Lexington 
Avenue  Ice  Palace.  The  play  was  fast  and 
close,  with  no  scoring  in  the  first  half. 

QUAKER     CITY,    6  ;      MONTCLAIR,    I. 

The  team  of  the  Montclair  Athletic  Club  went 
to  Philadelphia,  March  5th,  and  plaj^ed  against 
the  Quaker  City  Hockey  Club  at  the  Ice  Palace. 
The  play  was  fast,  but  the  home  team  won 
handily.  Orton,  Neff,  Hornfeck  and  Gorman 
each  made  one  goal,  while  Willett  scored  three. 

COLUMBIA     UNIVERSITY. 


Date.  Winner  and  Score. 

Jan.    2— St.  Nicholas,  3. 
Jan.     5 — Columbia,  4. 
Jan.    8 — Columbia,  2. 
Jan.  II — Montclair  A.  C,  3. 
Jan.  12— Columbia,  5. 


Loser  and  Score. 
Columbia,  o. 
New  Jersey  A.  C,  i. 
Naval  Reserve,  o. 
Columbia,  2. 
New  York  A.  C.  2d,  4. 


Jan.   18— New  York  H.  C.  2d,  2.     Columbia,  i. 
Jan.  29  — New  York  A.  C,  6.  Columbia,  i. 

Feb.    I — Columbia,  3.  St.  Nicholas  2d,  i. 

Feb.    2 — Columbia,  3.  Naval  Reserve,  o. 

Feb.    5 — Yale,  4.  Columbia,  o. 

Feb.  12 — Brown,  3.  Columbia,  i. 

Feb.  26 — Columbia,  3.  New  Jersey  A.  C,  3. 

Games  won,   5  ;  lost,  7  ;  drawn,  2  ;  goals  scored  by 
Columbia,  26  ;  goals  scored  against  Columbia,  34. 

W.   B.   Curtis. 


WATER  POLO. 


KNICKERBOCKER,    8  ;     BOSTON,    O. 

The  teams  of  the  Knickerbocker  Athletic 
Club  and  the  Boston  Athletic  Association  met 
February  12th  in  the  bath  of  the  Knickerbocker 
Athletic  Club,  Madison  Avenue  and  Forty-fifth 
street.  New  York  City.  The  match  was  one 
section  of  an  all-round  competition  between 
the  two  clubs,  and  the  home  team  won  easily, 
showing  more  individual  speed  and  skill  and 
much  more  team-play  than  did  the  visitors,  who 
were  unable  to  score  a  goal.  The  teams  were 
as  follows  : 

Boston.  Positions.  Knickerbocker. 

Burns Goal Schaefer 

Sherrer Half  Back Wotherspoon 

Blake Half  Back Van  Cleaf 

Kuntz Forward Reeder 

Williams Forward Reuss 

Le  Moyne Forward King 

KNICKERBOCKER,  3  ;   PENNSYLVANIA,    O. 

The  team  of  the  Knickerbocker  Athletic 
Club  journeyed  to  Philadelphia  February  19th, 
and  met  University  of  Pennsylvania  in  a  match 
at  Houston  Hall,  the  clubhouse  of  the  Uni- 
versity. Dr.  Paul  Neumann,  the  amateur 
champion  swimmer,  was  the  captain  of  the 
University  team,  but  his  associates  did  not 
equal  him  in  speed  or  skill,  and  the  visitors  won 
easily,  Reeder  scoring  one  goal  and  Van  Cleaf 
two.     The  teams  were  as  follows  : 

University  of  Pa.  Positions.  Knickerbocker. 

Palmer Goal Schaefer 

Stevenson Right  Forward Reeder  (capt.) 

Neumann  (capt.) ....  Left  Forward Reuss 

Gartrell Right  Back Wotherspoon 

Corbin Left  Back King 

Schaeffer Center Van  Cleaf 

SAN    REMO,   2  ;    ATALANTA,   I. 

The  teams  of  the  Atalanta  Boat  Club  and 
the  San  Remo  Water  Polo  Club  played  March 


4th  at  the  Fifth  Avenue  Swimming  Pool,  New 
York  City,  San  Remo  winning  a  hotly  con- 
tested game.  Goals  were  made  by  Luders, 
Steen  and  Handley.  The  teams  were  as  fol- 
lows : 

San  Remo.  Positions.  Atalanta  B.  C. 

Wenck Centre Handley 

Luders Right  Forward Wishart 

Steen Left  Forward Loog 

Arnold I  finnU  J Rooney 

Butts i  uoais.  J Bardis 


KNICKERBOCKER,  6  ;    PENNSYLVANIA,    O. 

The  teams  of  the  Knickerbocker  Athletic 
Club  and  the  University  of  Pennsylvania 
played  their  return  match,  March  5th,  in  the 
Knickerbocker  Athletic  Club-house,  Madison 
avenue  and  Forty-fifth  street.  New  York  City, 
the  length  of  the  bath  being  one  hundred  feet. 
The  visitors  were  plainly  outclassed.  Dr.  Neu- 
mann, captain  of  the  Pennsylvania  team,  being 
the  only  one  who  made  any  headway  against 
the  winners.  The  play  was  marred  by  some 
rough  work  and  one  unseemly  quarrel.  Reeder 
made  one  goal,  King  one,  and  Van  Cleaf  four. 
The  teams  were  as  follows  : 


Pennsylvania. 

Geiger 

Stephenson  

Neumann 

E.  C.  Schaeffer 

Palmer 

Gartrell 


Positions.         Knickerbocker  A.  C. 

[Forwards.]  ;;;;::;:;;:;-^R^-|^ 

j Van  Cleaf 

/ Wotherspoon 

f       ^°^'S-     i:""FVed""Sch?efe? 


Centers. 
Goals. 


ATALANTA,   3  ;    SAN    REMO,  O. 

At  the  Fifth  Avenue  Swimming  School,  New 
York  City,  March  nth,  the  teams  of  the  Ata- 
lanta Boat  Club  and  the  San  Remo  Water  Polo 
Club  played  a  match,  which  Atalanta  won 
easily 

W.  B.  Curtis. 


SKATING. 


AMATEUR   CHAMPIONSHIPS   OF  THE   WORLD. 


T 


'HE  International  Skating 
Union   held   its    annual 
championship     meeting 
February  6th  and  7th  at 
Davos-Platz,  Switzerland.    The 
course  was  400  metres  in  circuit 
—  two    straight   sides     of     120 
metres  connected  by   semi-cir- 
cular   ends,    with   radii    of    30 
metres.     In  each  race  the  men 
skate  in  pairs  and  are  timed  in- 
dependently, and  the  prizes  are 
awarded  in  accordance  with  the 
announced    times.       The     first 
day's  racing    had  been   origi- 
nally fixed  for  February  5th,  but 
a  heavy  snowfall  made  necessary  a  postpone- 
ment of  one  day  while  the  rink  was  being  cleared. 
February  6th  was  a  clear  day  and  bitterly  cold, 
with  a  fresh  wind  from  the  north.     The  ice  was 
smooth  and  hard. 

500  metres. — Twelve  men  competed  in  six 
heats,  and  the  fastest  three  were  J.  Seyler,  Mu- 
nich, Bavaria,  47  1-5S. ;  O.  Fredriksen,  Norway, 
47  2-5S.;  G.  Estlander,  Finland,  47  3-5S.  P. 
Oestlund,  Trondhjem,  Norway,  who  holds  the 
world's  record  of  46  3-5S.,  and  should  have  won, 
fell  at  125  yards  and  cut  his  leg  so  seriously  that 
he  could  not  continue  the  race.  Seyler  will  be 
remembered  in  America  by  his  visit  to  Montreal 
last  February,  where  he  competed  for  the 
world's  championship,  finishing  third  to  Naess 
and  McCuUoch  in  the  500  metres  and  1,500  me- 
tres, and  second  to  McCulloch  in  the  5,000  me- 
tres and  10,000  metres.  Seyler  is  spectacled  and 
lean  and  long,  more  than  a  fair  proportion  of 
his  6  feet  i  inch  being  devoted  to  legs. 

5,000  metres. — Ten  men  started,  and  the  fast- 
est three  were  P.  Oestlund,  8m.  52  1-5S. ;  W. 
Sensburg,  Munich,  gm.  9  3-5S. ;  J.  Seyler  and  J. 
C  Greve,  of  Holland,  tied  at  gm.  14  3-5S. 

February  7th. — In  the  forenoon  the  weather 
was  fine  and  the  temperature  much  higher  for 
the  1,500  metre  race,  but  in  the  afternoon  dur- 
ing the  10,000  metres  snow  fell  heavily.  The 
ice  was  smooth  and  brittle. 

1,500  metres,  with  eleven  starters. — The  three 
placed  men  were  P.  Oestlund,  2m.  23  3-5S. ;  J. 
Seyler,  2m.  2g  1-5S. ;  G.  Estlander,  2m.  2g  4-5S. 
Oestlund's  time  now  becomes  the  world's  fast- 
est record,  supplanting  2m.  25  2-5S.  by  J.  J. 
Eden,  of  Holland,  at  Hamar,  Norway,  Febru- 
ary 23,  i8g5. 

10,000  metres. — Seven  men  started,  and  the 
fastest  three  were  P.  Oestlund,  i8m.  40s.  ;  J. 
Seyler,  i8m.  474-53.;  G.  Estlander,  i8m.  55  1-5S. 
Oestlund  is  the  holder  of  the  world's  best  rec- 
ord at  500  metres,  46  3-5S.,  made  at  Trondhjem, 
Norway,  February  7th,  i8g7,  and  it  is  a  singular 
circumstance  that  the  only  one  of  the  four 
championship  races  in  which  he  was  beaten 
this  year  is  the  500  metres — the  only  distance  at 
which  he  holds  the  world's  record. 

By  winning  three  of  the  four  races — the  1,500 
metres,  5,000  metres,  and  the  10,000  metres — 
Oestlund  earns  not  only  a  gold  medal  for  each 
race,  but  also  the  "  grand  gold  medal  of 
honor,"  and  the  official  title  of  "  amateur  cham- 
pion of  the  world  in  distance  skating  for  1898." 


AMATEUR  FIGURE-SKATING   CHAMPIONSHIP   OF   THE 
WORLD. 

The  annual  competition  for  this  honor  was 
held  by  the  International  Skating  Union, 
February  15th,  in  the  National  Skating  Palace, 
Argyll  street,  London,  England,  the  entries 
includingH.  Grenander,  of  Stockholm,  Sweden; 
G.  Hugel,  of  Vienna,  Austria;  G.  Fuchs,  of 
Munich,  Bavaria,  and  L.  Wiik,  of  Helsingfors, 
Finland.  Wiik  was  ill  and  could  not  compete, 
and  the  score  of  the  others  was  as  follows: 
Grenander,  237  1-6  points  ;  Hugel,  22g  points  ; 
Fuchs,  224  1-6  points.  The  programme  consisted 
of  a  certain  number  of  compulsory  figures,  as 
in  the  American  system,  after  which  each  com- 
petitor was  allowed  five  minutes  in  which  to  do 
anything  he  chose.  In  the  compulsory  figures 
Hugel  led,  with  Fuchs  second,  but  Grenander 
caught  and  passed  his  opponents  by  excellent 
performance  in  his  five  minutes  of  special  work. 
Fuchs  was  champion  in  1896,  and  Hugel  in 
1897. 

AMATEUR    FIGURE-SKATING    CHAMPIONSHIP    OF 
CANADA. 

The  Canadian  Amateur  Skating  Association 
held  the  annual  championship  contest  February 
i6th,  in  the  Victoria  Rink,  Montreal,  Quebec, 
the  entries  including  J.  Michaelson,  of  Mon- 
treal ;  T.  M.  Vinson,  of  Boston,  Mass.  ;  C.  L. 
Clarke,  of  Burlington,  Vt. ;  and  also  J.  Stephen, 
of  St.  John,  N.  B.,  who  was  on  a  delayed  train 
and  did  not  reach  the  rink  imtil  near  the  close 
of  the  competition.  Eighteen  of  the  twenty- 
one  scheduled  figures  were  contested,  making 
the  highest  possible  score  54,  and  the  result 
was  Michaelson,  47  points  ;  Vinson,  38  points  ; 
Clarke,  21  points.  The  performance  was  hardly 
up  to  the  championship  form,  and  the  sparse 
attendance  proved  that  the  people  of  Montreal 
have  lost  their  interest  in  this  sport. 

SPORT    AT   MONTREAL,  Q. 

The  fourteenth  annual  meeting  of  the  Mon- 
treal Skating  and  Toboggan  Club  and  the 
fifty-eighth  annual  races  of  the  Montreal  Snow- 
Shoe  Club  were  consolidated  this  year,  and 
held  February  igth,  on  the  grounds  of  the 
Montreal  Amateur  Athletic  Association  at 
Westmount.  The  weather  was  perfect  for  such 
sport,  and  the  attendance  larger  than  usual. 

SNOW-SHOEING. 

100  yards— G.  Paris,  Montreal  Lacrosse  Club,  12  2-5S. 

Quarter  mile— Boys  under  16  years— R.  Gomery,  im. 
34s. 

Half  mile— Canadian  championship— R.  H.  Davis, 
Lachine  Snow-Shoe  Club,  2m.  41  2-ss. 

One  mile — Canadian  championship — R.  H.  Davis, 
L.  S.  S.  C,  6m.  4-5S. 

Two  miles— Club  Cup— W.  J.  Shaw,  13m.  23s. 

SKATING. 

220  yards— Final  heat,  A.  E.  Pilkie,  Montreal  Ama- 
teur Athletic  Association,  22s. 

Quarter  mile — Boys  under  12  years — Final  heat,  A. 
Gingras,  57s. 

Quarter  mile— A.  E.  Pilkie,  M.  A.  A.  A.,  43  4-5S. 

Half  mile  backward — W.  Thibeault,  Montreal,  im. 
43  2-5S. 

Half  mile— A.  C.  Brown,  Montreal  Skating  and  To- 
bogganing Club,  im.  27S. 

One  mile— Club,  for  the  Forget  Cup— J.  Drury,  3m. 
18  1-5S. 

One  mile — Boys  under  16  years — C.  Searle,  3m.  24  4-5S. 

One  mile — Championship  of  Canada — J.  Drury,M.  A. 
A.  A.,  3m.  14  2-5S. 

220  yards  hurdle  race — F.  B.  U.  Irwin,  M.  A.  A.  A., 
26  i-ss.  W.  B.  Curtis. 


OUTING  FOR    APRIL. 

LAWN  TENNIS. 


HE  annual  meeting  of  the 
Executive  Committee 
of  the  United  States 
National  Lawn  Tennis 
Association  was  held 
in  New  York,  Thurs- 
day evening,  March 
loth.  Of  the  new  board 
of  nine  only  six  mem- 
bers were  present, 
despite  the  fact  that 
legislation  of  the  most 
important  kindwas  con- 
templated. The  prin- 
cipal business  of  the 
association  is  really 
transacted  by  this  Executive  Committee,  and 
at  the  annual  convention  in  February,  this 
year,  the  much-discussed  question  of  "  foot- 
faults "  was  referred  to  them  with  power  to 
amend  the  present  rule  if  it  was  found  neces- 
sary. 

For  the  last  three  seasons,  and  particularly 
last  summer,  the  number  of  foot-faults  made, 
even  in  the  big  championship  matches,  was 
very  great,  and  the  growing  tendency  to  rush 
to  the  net  on  almost  every  service  has  increased 
the  number.  The  difficulty  for  a  base-line 
umpire  to  distinguish  when  a  player  trans- 
gresses the  rule  regarding  service  is  increased 
by  the  present  wording  of  the  law,  which  permits 
the  server  to  take  a  short  run  or  two  or  three 
quick  steps  before  delivering  the  ball.  Among 
the  Western  players  in  particular,  the  number 
of  foot-faults  at  Newport  last  summer  detracted 
much  from  the  game,  and  the  visiting  British 
experts  complained  frequently  of  our  law  which 
made  them  possible. 

A  number  of  suggestions  were  made  at  the 
meeting  last  month,  but  two  hours'  argument 
failed  to  evolve  a  satisfactory  substitute,  and  the 
matter  was  held  over  for  future  consideration. 
A  sub-committee,  composed  of  R.  D.  Wrenn, 
Richard  Stevens  and  E.  P.  Fischer,  had  been 
appointed  to  investigate  and  report  on  the  mat- 
ter. This  sub-committee  sent  out  circular  letters 
asking  for  suggestions  and  opinions  from  all 
players,  and  its  report  contained  much  data 
that  was  valuable  for  the  Executive  Committee 
to  work  on.  If  the  United  States  National 
Lawn  Tennis  Association  went  about  all  its 
legislation  in  a  similar  way,  its  officers  would 
be  in  much  closer  touch  with  the  players  of  the 
country.  "Star  chamber"  sessions  for  legis- 
lating on  matters  affecting  all  players  are  cer- 
tainly not  popular. 

The  rule  which  has  come  in  for  so  much 
criticism  and  which  will  probably  be  amended, 
defines  the  position  of  the  server,  as  follows  : 

"  The  server  shall  serve  with  one  foot  on  the  ground 
immediately  behind  the  base-line  ;  the  other  foot  may 
be  anywhere,  except  touching  the  base-line  or  the 
ground  within  the  court." 

This  wording,  it  may  be  remarked  in  passing, 
is  the  result  of  an  attempt  to  legislate  against 
the  net  game  at  the  time  when  Ex-champion 
O.  S.  Campbell  was  in  the  height  of  all  his 
volleying  glory.  Before  that  the  server  had 
been  allowed  to  put  one  foot  on  the  base-line, 
but  was  required  to  keep  the  other  behind  it,  as 
is  required  to-day  in  England.      Our  present 


rule  has  been  a  failure  from  the  day  it  was 
passed,  although  the  retirement  of  Campbell  the 
next  season,  and  the  absence  until  recently  of 
other  extreme  net  players,  did  not  make  the 
fact  so  plain  as  it  is  now.  The  rule  neither 
relieved  the  difficulty  of  umpiring  on  the  base- 
line nor  did  it  keep  the  server  back  from  the  net, 
as  was  intended. 

A  number  of  suggestions  have  been  made  for 
the  amendment  of  the  present  rule,  and  it  is 
yet  doubtful  what  conditions  will  prevail  for 
the  coming  season.  By  almost  all  it  is  conced- 
ed that  the  extreme  net  play  of  some  of  our 
American  players  should  be  legislated  against, 
and  two  birds  can  be  killed  with  one  stone  by 
the  proper  amendment  of  this  rule.  Rushing 
to  the  net  on  even  weak  second  services  has 
been  the  custom  for  the  last  two  summers 
among  some  of  our  players,  and  the  tendency, 
which  is  still  growing,  detracts  from  the  game 
by  putting  a  premium  on  errors.  The  condi- 
tions should  restore,  if  possible,  the  delicate 
balance  between  net  and  base-line  play. 

A  number  of  players  have  recommended  the 
adoption  of  the  English  rule,  but  they  seem  to 
overlook  the  fact  that  this  would  be  simply  re- 
turning to  that  which  was  found  unsatisfac- 
tory during  Campbell's  day,  and  as  we  have 
more  extreme  net  players  to-day  than  we  had 
then,  we  should  only  legislate  in  favor  of  the 
server,  not  against  him.  The  change  would 
keep  him  no  further  back,  and  the  English  rule 
does  not  prohibit  the  preliminary  run  which 
causes  all  of  the  present  trouble. 

In  my  mind  there  is  no  question  but  that 
these  steps  before  delivering  the  ball  are  respon- 
sible for  most  of  the  foot-faults  ;  and  the  surest 
way  to  prevent  the  evil,  and  at  the  same  time 
to  legislate  slightly  against  the  server,  would  be 
to  require  him  to  serve  "  from  a  standing  posi- 
tion.' For  the  sake  of  uniformity  and  the  benefit 
of  American  players  abroad  as  well  as  English 
players  here,  it  would  seem  wise  to  make  our 
new  rule  as  nearly  like  the  English  as  consistent 
with  our  needs.  At  the  same  time,  however,  we 
cannot  permit  the  abuses  that  have  sprung  up 
from  the  run  before  serving.  For  these  reasons 
the  following  wording  seems  to  me  the  best  : 

•'  The  server  shall  serve  from  a  standing  position, 
with  one  foot  on,  or  perpendicularly  above,  the  base- 
line, and  the  other  foot  on  the  ground  behind  the  said 
line.'' 

This  is  identical  in  requirements  with  the 
English  rule,  except  for  the  addition  of  the 
words  "from  a  standing  position."  The  only 
objection  I  have  heard  is  against  the  require- 
ment that  the  back  foot  must  be  on  the  ground, 
and  it  is  possible  that  this  would  better 
be  omitted.  The  "  standing  position  "  phrase 
would  prevent  the  run  and  practically  require 
both  feet  on  the  ground,  and  this  is  all  that  is 
needed  for  the  Hneman  to  judge  without  diffi- 
culty whether  a  foot-fault  is  made  or  not. 

SCHEDULE   OF    FIXTURES. 

April  30— Interscholastic  Championships,  at  Harvard, 
Yale,  Princeton,  Columbia,  Chicago,  and 
Pennsylvania.  . 

May  17— Southern  Championship,  at  Washington,  U.  C. 

May  24— New  England  Championship,  at  New  Haven, 

Conn.  .         •    rrv  <~>    o 

May  2Q— Open  Tournament  of  the  California  1 .  C,  ban 
Francisco,  Cal.  J.  Parmly  Paret. 


EQUESTRIANISM. 


HORSE     SHOWS. 

NO  better  indication  of  the  popularity 
which  the  stylish  carriage  horse  now 
enjoys  throughout  this  country  can  be 
had  than  the  zest  with  which  wealthy 
amateurs  are  associating  with  the  pro- 
moters of  outdoor  horse  shows,  and  offering 
rich  prizes  in  plate  for  competitions  that  are 
intended  to  bring  out  only  typical  horses  as 
adapted  to  fashionable  vehicles,  which  are  to 
be  driven  by  their  owners  in  every  case,  it 
being  stipulated  that  competitors  must  be  of 
the  amateur  class.  This  is  particularly  notice- 
able in  the  make-up  of  the  catalogue  for  the 
horse  show  held  in  Durland's  Academy,  which 
event  opens  the  season.  Brooklyn  Riding 
Academy  makes  very  liberal  provision  for 
amateur  exhibitors,  and  both  these  have 
adopted  the  commendable  plan  of  publishing 
in  detail  the  conditions  under  which  the  judges 
arrive  at  their  decisions,  particularly  in  the 
jumping  classes.  This  was  a  point  commented 
upon  in  Outing  in  the  report  of  the  National 
Show,  at  which  the  public  were  wholly  at  a  loss 
to  comprehend  how  the  adjudicators  reached 
their  conclusions. 

At  the  Washington  Horse  Show  an  innova- 
tion will  be  introduced  this  5rear,  in  the  matter 
of  "selling"  classes,  which  means  that  the 
winning  horses  must  be  put  up  for  sale,  so  that 
visitors  may  have  an  opportunity  to  bid  upon 
horses  which  they  have  seen  surpass  others  in 
competition.  Moderate  prices  will  rule,  as  $300 
has  been  fixed  for  winners  under  15.2  hands 


high,  and  $350  for  horses  higher  than  that 
standard,  in  the  harness  classes.  Lightweight 
saddlers  will  be  sold  at  $300  and  heavyweights 
at  $350.  The  idea  is  to  bring  together  a  col- 
lection of  fairly  good  horses  from  which  show- 
goers  may  choose  stock  for  general  use,  these,  of 
course,  to  be  entirely  distinct  from  what  are 
generally  described  as  high  class  or  champion 
animals. 

Another  good  idea  put  forth  by  the  authori- 
ties of  the  Washington  Horse  Show  is  a  rule 
requiring  ladies  to  appear  in  the  classes  set 
aside  for  ladies'  saddle  trials.  Heretofore  so- 
called  ladies'  saddle  horses  have  generally  been 
ridden  by  men,  and  in  many  cases  the  winning 
horse  was  put  through  its  paces  by  a  profes- 
sional. In  the  hunting  classes  the  conditions 
are  to  have  a  clause  requiring  horses  to  be 
"  hunting  sound,"  which,  of  course,  means  that 
every  horse  entered  is  to  be  practically  sound 
for  work  in  the  field  over  fences. 

At  the  Philadelphia  Horse  Show  this  year 
very  liberal  provision  has  been  made  for  ama- 
teur riders  and  drivers,  and  the  rules  are  strict 
requiring  owners  to  manipulate  their  steeds  be- 
fore the  judges.  The  class  requiring  owners  to 
drive  teams  from  the  city  out  to  the  show 
grounds,  always  a  delightful  feature  of  this 
equine  event,  and  put  their  horses  into  compe- 
tition on  arrival  at  the  ring-side,  is  to  be  repeated 
this  year  to  a  greater  extent  than  ever  before, 
so  that  it  will  be  shown  what  horses  can  really 
do  on  the  tan-bark  after  a  hard  pull  of  some 
fifteen  or  twenty  miles  over  a  hilly  country. 

A.  H.  Godfrey. 


GOLF. 


IT  is  healthy  for  golf  when  it  can  be  recorded 
that  the   only   real  contest   at  the  annual 
meeting  of   its  parliament  is  a  contest  to 
secure    the    honor    of    its    championship 
games.     Such  was  the  case  at  the  annual 
meeting  of  the  United  States  Golf  Association. 
In  all  other  respects  harmony  and  unanimity 
prevailed. 

Lawrence  Curtis,  former  president  of  the 
association,  was  unanimously  re-elected  for  a 
second  year,  and  all  the  other  officers  were 
chosen,  as  suggested  by  the  Nominating  Com- 
mittee, as  follows  :  Vice-Presidents — Ransom 
H.  Thomas,  Morris  County  Golf  Club,  of 
Morristown,  N.  J.,  and  Charles  B.  Macdonald, 
of  Chicago.  Secretary — Robert  B.  Kerr,  Lake- 
wood  Golf  Club,  Treasurer — George  D.  Fowle, 
Philadelphia  Country  Club.  Extra  members 
of  the  Executive  Committee  —  Henry  May, 
Washington,  D.  C,  and  John  Reid,  St.  An- 
drew's Golf  Club. 

Secretary  Kerr  in  his  annual  report  stated 
that  now  the  membership  consisted  of  loi 
clubs,  an  increase  of  twenty-three  during  the 
year.  The  balance  in  the  treasury  was  re- 
ported as  $2,757.74.  The  amendment  to  the 
constitution  enlarging  the  Executive  Committee 
to  seven  members  was  unanimously  adopted. 

The  Morris  County  Golf  Club,  of  Morris- 
town,  N.  J.,  won  the  honor  of  holdi'ng  the 
Amateur  Championship  Tournament,  its  only 
formidable  rival  being  the  St.  Andrew's  Golf 
Club. 


The  Women's  Championship  Tournament 
will  be  played  on  the  Ardsley  Links. 

The  meeting  decided  wisely  to  separate  by 
an  interval  of  three  months  the  amateur  and 
professional  championship  tournaments. 

Intercollegiate  golf  is  increasing  in  interest. 
Harvard,  Yale,  Columbia,  Princeton,  Pennsyl- 
vania, Cornell,  Dartmouth,  Amherst  and  other 
colleges  have  numerous  good  players,  and  at 
least  the  first  five  will  take  part  in  the  inter- 
collegiate meeting. 

It  is  scarcely  more  than  two  years  since  the 
game  was  established  at  any  of  our  military  or 
naval  stations,  yet  already  Imks  have  been  laid 
out  and  clubs  established  at  the  Watervliet  Ar- 
senal, near  Troy,  N.  Y. ;  at  Rock  Island  Ar- 
senal, on  the  Government  reservation  on  the 
Mississippi  River,  opposite  the  city  of  that 
name  ;  at  West  Point,  where  it  is  very  popular, 
and  at  the  Portsmouth  Navy  Yard,  on  "  Sea- 
vey's  Island,"  in  the  Piscataqua  River,  N.  H. 
No  other  game  lends  itself  so  readily  to  the 
relief  of  the  tedium  of  an  army  post  as  golf, 
for  the  ladies  of  the  post  can  participate  in 
this  exhilarating  outdoor  game. 

The  contest  for  the  "Southern  Cross  Cup," 
in  the  Palmetto  Golf  Club  Tournament,  was  of 
a  very  sensational  nature.  It  was  won  by 
Herbert  C.  Leeds  on  March  17th  by  a  score 
of  87-1-70=157  over  Foxhall  P.  Keene,  97+69 
=  166. 

The  "Aiken  Cup"  was  won  by  Arthur  Kemp 
with  a  score  of  172. 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


KENNEL. 


DOGS   OF   TO-DAY — THE  NEWFOUNDLAND. 

THE  name  "Newfoundland"  rightly  in- 
dicates the  native  home  of  an  intel- 
ligent and  valuable  animal,  which  has 
for  long  been  famous  in  story  as  a 
rescuer  of  drowning  persons.  The  name,  too, 
has  caused  some  confusion  owing  to  its  having 
been  indiscriminately  applied  to  what  really 
are  three  different  kinds  of  dogs,  all  natives  of 
the  island  of  Newfoundland. 

The  first  of  these  may  be  termed  the  Large 
Newfoundland,  the  second  is  a  large,  loose- 
made  and  long-haired  variety,  known  as  the 
Large  Labrador,  while  the  third  is  a  small, 
compact,  and  comparatively  short-haired  dog, 
known  as  the  St.  John,  or  Lesser  Labrador.  In 
their  own  country,  these  smaller  dogs  are  used 
as  cart  and  sled  dogs;  in  England  they  are 
much  fancied  as  companions,  and  are  also  used 
to  produce  the  retriever  from  a  cross  with  the 
setter. 

In  intelligence  and  docility  the  three  varie- 
ties are  equal.  All  of  them  are  magnificent 
swimmers  and  fearless  divers,  and  all  are  cele- 
brated for  their  faculty  of  learning  to  fetch  and 
carry.  They  are  easy  going,  good-natured 
animals,  yet  their  great  size  and  strength  make 
them  a  match  for  most  dogs,  while  their  thick 
coats  protect  them  from  damage  by  the  teeth  of 
an  assailant.  The  general  majestic  appearance 
of  a  choice  specimen,  combined  with  a  benev- 
olent expression  of  countenance,  is  both  strik- 
ing and  pleasing.  In  this  country  really  typic- 
al specimens  are  rather  uncommon,  although  a 
few  annually  appear  at  our  leadingbench  shows. 

The  characteristic  points  of  the  Large  New- 
foundland are  great  size,  28  to  30  inches  high; 
a  form  proportionately  stout  and  strong,  but 
loosely  put  together,  so  that  there  is  a  general 
want  of  compactness,  especially  about  the 
loins,  which  are  long  and  very  flexible.  The 
head  is  not  large  in  proportion  to  the  size, 
but  wide  across  the  eyes.  Muzzle,  of  average 
length  and  width,  and  without  any  flaws,  as  in 
the  hounds  and  pointers.     The  eye  and  ear  are 


both  small,  the  latter  falling  and  without  much 
hair  on  it.  The  neck  is  short  and  clothed  with 
a  ruff  of  hair;  tail  long,  slightly  curled,  and 
woolly;  legs  very  strong, but  not  feathered ;  feet 
large  and  rather  fiat.  The  coat,  on  the  body, 
is  long,  hairy,  shaggy,  and  shining,  without  any 
admixture  of  wool;  the  color  should  be  black, 
but  it  is  sometimes  black  and  white,  or  white 
with  little  black,  or  liver  color,  or  a  reddish 
dun,  and,  rarely,  a  dark  brindle,  not  well 
marked. 

The  Large  Labrador  is  a  more  loosely-framed 
animal,  and  is  never  entirely  black,  being  more 
or  less  mixed  with  white.  The  coat  is  longer, 
more  woolly  and  curly. 

The  St.  John's  breed  is  seldom  more  than 
twenty-five  inches  high,  usually  smaller.  The 
head  is  larger  in  proportion  to  the  dog's  size, 
ear  slightly  fuller,  neck  longer,  body  more  com- 
pact and  clothed  with  shorter  hair,  shining  and 
without  wool.      Color,  a  jet  black,  rarely  liver. 

To  be  kept  in  good  health,  all  Newfound- 
lands should  have  room  for  exercise  and  free 
access  to  salt  or  fresh  water,  for  these  dogs 
love  to  swim  and  frolic  in  waves  which  would 
discourage  any  ordinary  performer.  The 
proper  place  for  the  Newfoundland  is  a  country 
home.  He  is  too  big  for  the  house,  and  while 
he  is  as  loving  and  loyal  as  a  dog  can  be,  like 
all  water-dogs,  his  coat  is  oily  and  emits  an 
unpleasant  odor  if  he  be  allowed  too  near  a  fire. 

WESTMINSTER    KE.NNEL   CLUB'S    SHOW. 

The  twenty-second  annual  bench  show,  given 
by  the  Westminster  Kennel  Club  at  Madison 
Square  Garden,  February  21st  to  24th,  scored, 
as  usual,  a  howling  success.  The  genial  Su- 
perintendent, Mr.  James  Mortimer,  and  the 
busy  directors  had  good  cause  for  feeling  jubi- 
lant, for  the  show  was  a  record  breaker  for 
America  in  the  number  of  entries.  These  ran 
up  to  1,703,  the  number  of  dogs  benched  being 
1,330.  The  quality,  too,  as  a  whole,  was  some- 
thing to  be  proud  of.  The  benching  was  ad- 
mirably done  by  Spratts  Patent,  while  the 
well-known  veterinarian,  Dr.  H.  Clay  Glover, 
carefully  guarded  the  health  of  his  numerous 
charges.  The  management  was  excellent  to 
the  most  trifling  detail,  and  there  was  less  than 
the  usual  amount  of  "kicking"  against  de- 
cisions. The  attendance  was  satisfactory, 
though  not  quite  up  to  what  was  expected. 

The  judges  were  :  St.  Bernards,  Newfound- 
lands and  pugs.  Miss  A.  H.  Whitney,  Lancas- 
ter, Mass.  ;  Great  Danes,  J.  Blackburn  Miller, 
New  York ;  American  foxhounds.  Dr.  A.  H. 
Heffinger,  Portsmouth,  N.  H. ;  pointers,  Charles 
Heath,  Newark ;  English  setters,  Wm.  Tall- 
man,  Greenboro,  N.  C.  ;  Irish  and  Gordon  set- 
ters, Geo.  Jarvis,  New  York  ;  sporting  spaniels, 
Andrew  Laidlaw,  Gait,  Ont.  ;  collies,  Robert 
McEwen,  Byron,  Ont.  ;  poodles,  Charles  D. 
Bernheimer,  New  York  ;  bulldogs,  J.  H. 
Matthews,  New  York  ;  Boston  terriers,  J.  F. 
Holt,  Boston  ;  beagles,  H.  F.  Schellhas,  New 
York  ;  all  other  classes,  Geo.  Raper,  Winco- 
bank,  Yorkshire,  Eng. 

As  I  have  space  only  for  a  brief  reference  to 
those  dogs  most  interesting  to  sportsmen,  I  may 
just  state  that  the  novelty  of  the  show  was  the 
small  class  of  Airedale  terriers,  two  of  which 


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were  very  good.  Pointers  were  out  in  force, 
and  there  were  a  few  rattling  good  dogs 
followed  by  average  quality.  The  principal 
winners  were :  Puppies,  ist  and  3d,  W.  G. 
Brokaw's  Island  Boy  and  King  Chimes;  2d,  A. 
M.  Hopper's  Geisha  Girl.  Novice,  dogs — 1st, 
C.  P.  Wilcox's  Fairview  Graph  ;  2d,  Highland 
View  Kennel's  Ridgeview  Lad ;  3d,  W.  G. 
Brokaw's  Island  Boy.  Bitches— ist  and  2d, 
Highland  View  Kennel's  Ridgeview  Blithesome 
and  Highland  View  Revel ;  3d,  F.  A.  Hodg- 
man's  Daisy  Belle.  Light-weight  junior,  dogs 
— ist,  C.  P.  Wilcox's  Fairview  Graph  ;  2d,  Geo. 
J.  Gould's  Furlough  Bang  ;  3d,  Highland  View 
Kennel's  Ridgeview  Prince.  Heavy-weight — 
ist,  Frank  Clark's  Dustaway;  2d,  Geo.  S.  Mott's 
Prince's  Lad  ;  3d,  Highland  View  Kennel's 
Ridgeview  Lad.  Free  for  all — ist,  Geo.  Jar- 
vis's  Lad  of  Kent ;  2d,  W.  G.  Brokaw's  Sir 
Walter  ;  3d,  Geo.  J.  Gould's  Ridgeview  Comet ; 
res. ,  Geo.  W.  Lovell's  Shotaway.  Light-weight 
junior,  bitches  —  ist,  R.  A.  Fairbairn's  Fay 
Templeton  ;  2d  and  3d,  Highland  View  Ken- 
nel's Ridgeview  Blithesome  and  Highland 
View  Revel  ;  res.,  J  H.  Bradley's  Jane  Faulk- 
ner. Heavy-weight  junior — ist,  Geo.  J.Gould's 
Furlough  Bloom;  2d,  Highland  View  Kennel's 
Ridgeview  Bloom  ;  3d,  F.  A.  Hodgman's  Daisy 
Belle  ;  res.,  Geo.  Ferguson's  Beggie.  Free  for 
all — ist,  R.  A.  Fairbairn's  Fay  Templeton  ;  2d 
and  3d,  F.  J.  Lenoir's  Kent's  Kate  and  Urada. 
Winners — Best  dog,  Lad  of  Kent  ;  best  bitch. 
Fay  Templeton. 

English  setters,  puppies — ist,  G.  S.  Raynor's 
Chief  Rival  ;  2d,  J.  M.  King's  Red  Star  ;  3d, 
H.  G.  Ogden's  Empress  ;  res.,  J.  M.  King's 
Orname'nt.  Novice — ist,  T.  Watt's  Highland 
Fleet ;     2d,    Royal    Blue     Kennel's    Comtesse 


Bijou;  3d,  Kalmia  Kennel's  Maud  III.;  res,, 
H.  D.  Ogden's  Nell  of  Burnett.  Junior,  dogs 
— ist,  C.  J.  Gaylor's  Gilhooly  ;  2d,  Jno.  Brett's 
Orangeman  ;  3d,  Meadow  City  Kennel's  Baron 
M.;  res.,  Jas.  M.  Bullock's  Frank  S.  Free  for 
all — ist,  E.  A.  Burdette's  Cincinnatus  Pride  ; 
2d,  C.  J.  Gaylor's  Gilhooly  ;  3d,  Jno.  Brett's 
Orangeman  ;  res.,  S.  W.  Carey,  Jr.'s,  Albert's 
Ranger.  Junior,  bitches — ist.  Meadow  City 
Kennel's  Blanch  G. ;  2d,  Eldred  Kennel's 
Laundress  ;  3d,  W.  J.  Davis's  Lady  Victress 
Llewellin  ;  res..  Royal  Blue  Kennel's'Comtesse 
Bijou.  Free  for  all  — ist,  Jas.  E.  Borden's 
Ruby  D.  III.;  2d,  Dr.  E.  H.  Kissler's  Minnie 
K. ;  3d,  W.  J.  Davis's  Lady  Victress  Llewellin  ; 
res.,  Kalmia  Kennel's  Maud  HI.  Field  trial — 
ist,  E.  A.  Burdette's  Cincinnatus  Pride.  Win- 
ners— Best  dog,  Cincinnatus  Pride  ;  best  bitch. 
Ruby  D.  III. 

Irish  setters,  puppies— ist,  Jas.  M.  BuUoclc's 
Miss  Rockwood.  Novice — ist,  Jas.  M.  Clax- 
ton's  Tuppeny ;  2d,  Jas.  M.  Bullock's  Rock- 
wood  Dash;  3d,  P.  F.  O'Neil's  Hunter;  res., 
E.  R.  Ladew's  Massasoit.  Junior,  dogs — ist, 
Jas.  B.  Blossom's  Londonderry  ;  2d,  P.  F. 
O'Neil's  Hunter  ;  3d,  G.  Shippen's  Shamrock 
O'More.  Free  for  all — ist,  Joe  Lewis's  Kildare  ; 
2d,  P.  F.  O'Neil's  Hunter;  3d,  G.  Shippen's 
Shamrock  O'More.  Bitches — ist,  J.  M.  Bul- 
lock's Meg  Merrilies;  2d,  Joe  Lewis's  Red  Bell ; 
3d,  Dwight  E.  Bower's  Trim;  res.,  Jas.  B, 
Blossom's  Rosamond.  Free  for  all — ist  and 
2d,  Joe  Lewis's  Queen  Vic  and  Duchess  ;  3d, 
E.  W.  Tynan's  Ruby  Glenmore  II.  Field  trial 
— ist  and  3d,  Jas.  B.  Blossom's  Lady  Alice 
and  Bedford;  2d,  W.  L.  Washington's  Finglass. 
Winners — Best  dog,  Kildare;  best  bitch,  Queen 
Vic.  Nomad. 


ROD  AND  GUN. 


MY  loyal  henchman,  "  Ole  Brack  Pete,"  as 
his  sorely  troubled  wife  used   to  de- 
scribe him  when  he  returned  wet  and 
tired  after  the  first  day  on  the  stream, 
•  had    a    habit   of    warbling   forth    his 
gladness  from  about  April  ist  till  the  opening 
day.     He  never  appeared  to  get  the  words  of 
his  song  just  right.     His  version  usually  was  : 

"  She's  a  long  time  a-comin', 
She's  almost  heah — 
She's  dun  bin  erlong  time  on  de  way; 
Russle  wid  dem  gum  boots. 
Hump  y'usef,  chile — 
Marse  Ned's  gwine  fishin'— rite  er-w-a-a-y." 

This  he  would  softly  hum  over  now  and  then 
during  the  first  week  of  April,  but  as  days 
passed  the  song  increased  in  volume  and  power 
until  the  evening  before  the  great  day,  when 
he'd  be  roaring  it  about  the  premises  till  his 
wife  would  lose  all  patience  and  scream  at  him: 
"  Shet  up,  yo'  brack  debbil,  yo' !  Wat  yo' 
mean  playgisin'  dat  ar  bressed  chune  ?" 

I  am  no  singer,  according  to  Pete's  idea.  I 
don't  hump  myself  on  the  high  notes  nor  ' '  dess 
plow  deep  fur  de  low  'uns,"  but  I  think  I  under- 
stand the  feeling  that  drives  that  ebony  rascal 
to  caterwaulingand  bellowing  when  trout  time's 
a-coming.  It  is  the  same  spirit  of  restlessness, 
warmed  to  life  by  the  first  mild  breezes,  which 
sets  me  to  rummaging  and  to  fussing  with  flies 
and  feathers,  and  to  overhauling  a  certain  old 


tackle-box  as  it  has  been  overhauled  these 
many  years.  It  is  a  wondrous  pleasant  occupa- 
tion, too,  this  annual  pottering  over  rods  and 
reels,  and  testing  silk  and  gut  for  possible,  al- 
though unlikely,  damages.  Still,  the  wise  man 
who  contemplates  early  work  in  ice-cold  waters 
will  not  only  carefully  examine  his  tackle,  but 
will  have  a  careful  eye  to  the  selection  of  his 
wearing  apparel. 

Natural  wool,  or  flannel,  next  the  skin  ; 
woolen  socks,  sound  rubber  waders,  any  old 
suit  of  dull  brown,  drab,  or  gray;  gray  or  brown 
cloth  cap,  or,  as  I  prefer,  a  soft  felt  hat;  a  plain, 
tried  outfit  of  tackle,  without  the  first  suggestion 
of  shiny  metal  or  flashiness — these  will  do  the 
work,  and  do  it  well.  Useful  flies  for  early 
work  include  Parmacheene  belle,  red  fly,  stone 
fly,  red  spinner,  jenny  spinner,  cow  dung, 
granum,  gravel  bed,  cinnamon,  and  golden  dun 
midge.  These  may  prove  tempting  upon  easily 
reached  waters,  especially  toward  the  close  of 
the  month.  With  May  will  come  the  freedom  of 
the  northern  waters,  of  which  more  anon. 
Meanwhile,  my  hardy  brother  of  the  angle, 
may  good  luck  attend  you. 

THE     LONG-TAILED     DUCK. 

The  long- tailed  d.Mc\i{Clangtila  hyemalis)  is  a 
very  pretty  species,  common  during  late  fall  and 
winter  at  many  points  along  the  Atlantic  coast 
and  the  great  lakes.  I  have  shot  specimens  on 
Lakes  Ontario,  Erie,  and  St.  Clair,  and  have 


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OUTING  FOR    APRIL. 


THE   LONG-TAILED   DUCK. 


seen  many  that  were  killed  on  the  Niagara 
River.  A  specimen  in  good  condition  will  weigh 
about  two  pounds,  and  measure  about  twenty- 
three  inches  in  length.  This  duck  breeds  in  the 
farNorthand  comes  southwith  the  cold  weather, 
its  southern  migration  extending  to  the  Potomac 
and  the  Ohio. 

The  drawing  I  made  from  a  male  in  full 
plumage  which  I  shot  at  Lake  St.  Clair,  and 
afterward  mounted  for  my  private  collection. 
The  picture  correctly  shows  the  peculiar  mark- 
ings, which  need  not  be  further  dwelt  upon — 
except  that  I  may  mention  that  the  short  bill  is 
colored  black  and  pinkish  orange,  as  indicated. 

Many  otherwise  well  -  informed  sportsmen 
appear  not  to  understand  the  broad  difference 
between  this  species  and  the  pin-tail  {Dafila 
acuta),  a  much  finer  duck,  both  for  sport  and 
upon  the  board.  The  only  point  of  resemblance 
between  the  two  lies  in  the  tail,  the  long- 
bodied,  snaky-necked  pin-tail  otherwise  being 
much  gamer-looking  than  the  plump,  round- 
headed  long-tail.  The  upper  parts,  flanks,  and 
back  of  neckof  the  pin-tail  are  a  beautiful  shade 
of  gray,  penciled  all  over  with  innumerable 
fine,  wavy,  black  lines,  while  the  head  and  a 
portion  of  the  neck  are  of  a  rich  brown  with 
coppery  reflections. 

Some  people  claim  that  the  long-tail  is  ex- 
cellent for  the  table.  They  can  have  my  share  ! 
I  once  tried  a  fine,  fat  one,  and  I  fancy  that  an 
old  moccasin  nicely  fried  in  fish  oil  could  have 
given  cards,  spades,  and  little  casino,  and  then 
won  out. 

The  long  tail,  in  spite  of  his  pretty  and  rather 
delicate  appearance,  is  one  of  the  hardiest  of  his 
race.  He  is  a  tremendous  diver,  and  a  very  swift 
flyer,  a  beautiful  mover  both  at  full  speed  and 
when  going  slow.  The  flight  is  peculiar,  too, 
and  irregular,  sometimes  suggesting  the  evolu- 
tions of  the  swallow  and  the  free  movements  of 
the  wild  pigeon.  When  the  fowl  are  veering 
about  at  great  speed,  the  striking  markings 
show  to  fine  advantage  and  produce  most 
pleasing  effects. 

This  duck  is  a  much-named  fowl.  In  differ- 
ent parts  of  the  country  it  is  known  as  "  Cow- 
een,"  "Old  Squaw,"  "Coot,"  "Old  Wife," 
"South  Southerly,"  "  Cockawee,"  "Old  Mol- 
ly," "  Swallow  -  tailed  Sheldrake,"  "  Sharp- 
tailed  Duck,"  and  by  a  dozen  other  names.  It 
affords  considerable  sport  on  Long  Island 
Sound  and  adjacent  bays  and  inlets,  and  its 


speed  of  wing  makes  it  a  difficult  mark.  It  is  a 
noisy  fowl,  with  a  sonorous  yet  not  unmusical 
voice.  The  female  lacks  the  long  tail-feathers 
and  dark  markings,  being  dark  brownish  above, 
grayish  on  the  breast,  having  lower  parts  and 
sides  white,  head  and  neck  mostly  white,  with 
dark  patch  on  each  cheek. 

SHOOTING   AT    MONTE    CARLO. 

The  big  trap  event,  the  Grand  Prix,  excited 
an  unusual  amount  of  interest,  and  for  the 
first  time  since  1889  the  coveted  prize  has  been 
won  by  an  Englishman.  Out  of  139  entries, 
only  37  were  in  at  the  end  of  the  third  round, 
which  speaks  volumes  for  the  speed  and  shot- 
carrying  powers  of  the  famous  blue-rocks.  The 
winner,  Mr.  Curling,  killed  twelve  straight, 
using  a  gun  by  Brancquart,  of  Brussels,  and 
Schultze  powder.  His  winnings  consisted  of 
21,340  fr.  and  an  objet  d' art  in  the  form  of  a 
costly  tea  service.  Signor  Asti-Cesari  and 
Marquis  Saragua  divided  second  and  third, 
19,900  fr.     "  Dr.  Pascal,"  fourth,  took  5,100  fr. 

The  Grand  Prix  du  Casino  was  instituted  in 
1872,  and  was  won  the  first  time  by  Mr.  Geo. 
Lorillard.    No  other  American  has  ever  won  it. 

The  complete  list  of  winners  is  as  follows  : 
1872,  Mr.  G.  L.  Lorillard  ;  1S73,  Mr.  J.  Lee 
(Enghsh);  1874,  Sir  W.  Call,  Bart.  (Eng.);  1875, 
Capt.  Aubrey  L.  Patton  (Eng.);  1S76,  Capt.  A. 
L.  Patton  ;  1877,  Mr.  W.  Arundel  Yeo  (Eng.); 

1878,  Mr.    H.    Cholmondeley     Pennel  (Eng.); 

1879,  Mr.  E.  R.  G.  Hopwood  (Eng.);  1880, 
Count  Michael  Esterhazy  (Hungarian);  1881, 
M.  Godfrey  Camaner  (Belgian);  1882,  Count  de 
St.  Quentin  (French);  1883,  Mr.  H.  J.  Roberts 
(Eng.);  18S4,  Count  Caserta  (Italian);  1885, 
M.  Leon  de  Dorlodot  (Belgian);  1886,  Signor 
Guidicini  (Italian);  1887,  Count  Saline  (Ital- 
ian); 1888,  Mr.  Seaton  (Eng.);  1889,  Mr.  Valen- 
tine Dicks  (Eng.);  1890,  Signor  Guidicini  (Ital- 
ian); 1891,  Count  Lucca  Gajoli  (Italian);  1892, 
Count  Trauttmansdorf  (Austrian);  1893,  Signor 
Guidicini  (Italian);  1894,  Count  Zichy  (Aus- 
trian); 1895,  Signor  Benvenuti  (Italian);  1896, 
M.  Journu  (French),  shot  as  "  M.  Galfond"; 
1897,  Signor  G.  Graselli  (Italian);  1898,  Mr. 
Curling  (Eng.). 

Some  of  the  best  shots  America  has  been 
able  to  send  have  tried  for  the  Grand  Prix  and 
failed.  This  year  a  young  and  ambitious  friend 
of  mine  went  to  Monte  Carlo,  but  arrived  too 
late   for  a  try  at   the  big  event.     So  far  as  I 


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know,  he  is  the  only  American  who  shot  at 
Monte  Carlo  this  year.  After  he  had  tried  his 
luck  in  a  number  of  minor  events,  he  wrote  to 
say  that  "  the  game  was  a  Icetle  too  hot  "  for 
him. 

"Why  do  Americans  fail  at  Monte  Carlo?  " 
the  reader  may  ask.  Thei'e  are  several  reasons. 
In  the  first  place  the  birds  are  lightning  fast — 
more  difficult  than  anything  I  have  seen  here  ; 
the  boundary  is  short,  and  the  conditions  as  a 
whole  altogether  different  from  what  Ameri- 
cans are  accustomed  to.  Then  the  American 
is  apt  to  dip  more  or  less  deeply  into  the  very 
convenient  dissipations  and  so  lose  a  trifle  of 
form.  But  even  if  he  keep  in  the  strictest  train- 
ing he  is  up  against  the  greatest  artists  with 
the  twelve-gauge  that  all  Europe  can  produce  ; 
he  is  pitted  against  men  who  know  every  phase 
of  the  game,  who  use  the  finest  guns  money 
can  secure,  and  who  do  not  care  how  much 
time  and  money   their    practice   costs.      The 


American  is  only  one  gun  among  a  hundred  or 
more  about  equally  reliable,  and  it  must  be 
remembered  that  there  is  a  deal  of  luck  con- 
nected with  a  win.  Very  few  birds,  indeed, 
are  clean  missed ;  its  the  beggars  that  are 
filled  full  of  shot,  yet  gamely  struggle  over  the 
boundary,  that  decide  this  big  pigeon  pop. 

TAKE   CAKE    OF   THE    QUAIL. 

In  the  more  northern  haunts  of  this  best  of 
game-birds,  some  of  the  roughest  and  most 
trying  weather  of  the  year  comes  in  March. 
The  supply  of  seeds  is  about  exhausted,  while 
the  quail  are,  as  a  rule,  in  poor  condition.  Al- 
ternate freezing  and  thawing  and  sudden 
snowstorms  operate  against  the  welfare  of 
"Bob."  A  few  sacks  of  grain  judiciously 
placed  where  birds  are  known  to  haunt  will 
tide  over  the  last  trying  weeks  and  save  many 
a  breeder  for  the  coming  spring.  Do  not  merely 
think  this  over  ;  act  on  the  suggestion. 

Ed.  W.  Sandys. 


ATHLETICS. 


ATHLETIC    GAMES    ON    ICE. 


'HE   New  West 
Side     Athletic 
Club  invaded 
the    east    side 
February     21st, 
and  gave  an  open  am- 
ateur   athletic    meet- 
ing on  the  ice  of  the 
Lexington     Avenue 
Ice  Palace,  New  York 
City. 

6s-yard  handicap  run — 
Final  heat,  P.  J.  Walsh, 
Xavier  College,  10  feet, 

7  1-5S. 

Quarter-mile  handicap 
run— M.  Gregan,  New  West  Side  Athletic  Club,  22 
yards,  55  i-ss. 

600-yard  run— Novices,  A.  Anderson,  N.  W.  S.  A.  C, 
im.  34  4-5S. 

Half-mile  handicap  run- R.  L.  Eaton,  New  Jersey  A. 
C,  18  yards,  2m.  8  3-5S. 

2-mile  skating  handicap— Le  R.  See,  Berkeley  School, 
scratch,  7m.  31  2-5S. 

LEHIGH   BEATS    LAFAYETTE. 

The  annual  indoor  match  between  Lehigh 
University  and  Lafayette  College  was  con- 
tested February  22d  in  the  Lehigh  University 
Gymnasium,  South  Bethlehem,  Pa.,  the  home 
team  winning  by  a  score  of  67  points  against 
29  points. 

Standing  high  jump  —  Lawrence,  Lehigh  Univer- 
sity, I. 

Running  high  jump— Bailey,  L.  U.,  and  Symington, 
L.  U.,  tied  for  first  place. 

Running  high  kick — Conway,  Lafayette  College,  8ft. 
4in. 

Pole  vault— Rutter,  L.  C,  8ft.  4  i  2in. 

Pence  vault— Lindsey,  L.  U.,  6ft.  sin. 

Rope  climbing— Sanchez,  L.  U.,  7  2-ss. 

Club-swinging— Crossley,  L.  C,  i. 

Tumbling— Lauer,  L.  C,  i. 

Vaulting  horse— Grubbe,  L.  U.,  i. 

Suspended  rings— Lopez,  L.  U.,  i. 

Horizontal  bar— Reamer,  L.  U.,  i. 

Parallel  bars— Reamer,  L.  U.,  i. 

FRANKLIN    AND    MARSHALL   COLLEGE. 

The  annual  indoor  sports  of  this  college  were 
held  February  22d  at  Lancaster,  Pa. 

Standing  high  jump— J.  Bridenbaugh,  4ft.  gin. 
Running  high  jump— R.  J.  Pilgram,  5ft.  7in. 
Standing  broad  jump— J.  Bridenbaugh,  loft. 
Hitch-and-kick-R.  J.  Pilgrim,  8ft.  zin. 
Pole  vault— W.  I.  Helman,  8ft.  6in. 


Putting  the  shot— W.  H.  Kretchman,  32ft.  gin. 
Tug-of-war,  final  pull— Sophomores  beat  Juniors. 

PRINCETON    UNIVERSITY. 

Their  annual  Washington's  Birthday  games 
were  held  in  the  gymnasium. 

Running  high  jump— Carroll,  5ft.  10  i-ain. 

Putting  i2-lb.  shot,  handicap — Rush,  3ft.,  40ft.  Sin. 

Wrestling — Light  weight,  Po«  beat  Clausen  m  im.  50s. 
Middle  weight,  Poe  beat  Bammon  in  34s.  Heavy 
weight,  Swartz  beat  Dewitt  in  2m. 

The  University  team  gave  interesting  exhibitions  in 
various  branches  of  gymnastic  sport. 

AN    OPEN    AMATEUR    CROSS-COUNTRY    RUN. 

The  Sea  View  Harriers  held  a  handicap  run 
February  22d,  over  a  rough  and  muddy  course 
of  about  seven  miles,  starting  and  finishing  at 
Fourth  avenue  and  Sixtieth  street,  Brooklyn, 
L.  I.  R.  Kennedy,  Star  Athletic  Club,  2m.  15s., 
finished  first,  in  50m.  37s. ;  L.  Liebgold,  New 
Jersey  Athletic  Club,  3m.  15s.,  second,  in  51m. 
57s.,  and  J.  B.  MoUoy,  Xavier  Athletic  Club, 
im.  20s.,  third,  in  50m.  8s.  MoUoy  also  won 
the  special  prize  for  fastest  actual  time  over 
the  course.  C.  H.  Hersche,  Knickerbocker  Ath- 
letic Club,  scratch,  finished  tenth  out  of  a  field 
of  nineteen. 

TWENTY-SECOND    REGIMENT,    N.    G.    S.    N.    Y. 

The  athletic  association  of  this  regiment  held 
their  annual  regimental  games  February  26th 
in  their  armory.  Sixty-seventh  street  and  the 
Boulevard,  New  York  City,  the  track,  marked 
out  on  the  board  floor  of  the  drill-hall,  being 
one-tenth  of  a  mile  in  circuit.  For  the  com- 
pany trophy  the  higher  scores  were  :  Com- 
pany H,  37  points  ;  Company  E,  21  points. 

70-yard  handicap  run — Final  heat,  A.  Fairlamb,  Com- 
pany A,  14  feet,  7  3-5S. 

176-yard  run— Novices,  final  heat,  A.  P.  Rodgers,  Com- 
pany K,  20  4-5S. 

300-yard  handicap  run — M.  J.  Wheeler,  Company  A, 
15  yards,  35  3-5S. 

600-yard  run— Novices,  J.  Gaffney,  Company  H, 
iin.  30s. 

Half-mile  handicap  run— Heavy  marching  order,  G. 
G.  Hollander,  Company  E,  scratch,  2m.  17  4-5S. 

i-mile  handicap  run— G.  G.  Hollander,  Company  E, 
scratch,  4m.  43  4-5S. 

70-yard  sack  race— F.  A.  Onderdonk,  Company  E, 
II 2-ss. 

8-lap  team  relay  race— Company  H,  2m.  56  4-5S.;  Com- 
pany F,  2  ;  Company  E,  3. 

220-yard  hurdle  handicap— C.  A.  Lambert,  Company 
H,  2  yards,  29  4-5S. 


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O CITING  FOR    APRIL. 


l-mile  bicycle  race— Novices,  J.  G.  Campton,  Com- 
pany H,  2m.  46  4-5S. 

1-mile  bicycle  handicap — O.  V.  Babcock,  Company 
H,  scratch,  2m.  37  3-5S. 

2-mile  bicycle  handicap— B.  J.  Keeler,  Company  E, 
80  yards,  5m.  3s. 

GYMNASTIC    COMPETITION     IN    JERSEY    CITY,     N.    J. 

The  Anchor  Athletic  Club  held  an  open 
amateur  gymnastic  competition  on  February 
28th  in  Prasser's  Central  Hall. 

Rope  climbing— E.  Kunath,  Anchor  Athletic  Club,  7s. 

Club  swinging— F.  Metz,  Newark,  N.  J.,  Young: 
Men's  Christian  Association,  82  i  2  points. 

Horizontal  bar— C.  Berndt,  A.  A.  C,  41  1-2  points. 

Parallel  bars — O.  Steffen,  New  York  Turn  Verein, 
44  1-2  points. 

Suspended  rings— C.  Berndt,  A.  A.  C,  42^^  points. 

OPEN  AMATEUR  GAMES  AT  BOSTON,  MASS. 

The  athletic  association  of  Boston  College 
held  an  open  amateur  meeting  on  February 
28th  in  Mechanics'  Hall,  Boston,  Mass.  The 
arrangements  were  the  same  as  at  the  great 
meeting  of  the  Boston  Athletic  Association 
three  weeks  before,  and  the  attendance  was 
nearly  as  large. 

40-yard  run— Novices,  final  heat,  C.  C.  Daley,  Har- 
vard University,  4  4-5S. 

40-yard  handicap  run— Final  heat,  N.  Willard,  H.  U., 
9  feet,  4  S'ss. 

40-yard  run— Final  heat,  W.  J.  Holland,  Boston  Col- 
lege, 4  3-5S. 

Quarter-mile  handicap  run —Final  heat,  H.  M.  Mac- 
Masters,  Massachusetts  Institute  of  Technology,  18 
yards,  54  2-ss. 

Quarter-mile  run— W.  J.  Holland,  B.  C,  53  4-5S. 

Half  mile  handicap  run— E.  B.  Neilson,  H.  U.,  28 
yards,  2m.  7  4-5S. 

1,000-yard  run— J.  Bray,  "Williams  College,  2m.  23s. 

i-mile  handicap  run- W.  Stuart,  Central  High  School, 
Washington,  D.  C,  70  yards,  4m.  41s. 

All  the  team  races  were  1,560  yards,  except  the  Har- 
vard-Pennsylvania match,  which  was  3,320  3^ards. 

Team  race- Young  Men's  Christian  Association  of 
the  Mission  Church,  3m.  36  2-ss.  Young  Men's  Chris- 
tian Association  of  Boston  College,  2. 

Team  race— Hopkinson  School,  3m.  22  2-5S. ;  Noble 
and  Greenough's  School,  2. 

Team  race — Young  Men's  Christian  Association  of 
Cambridge,  Mass.,  3m.  22s.  ;  Young  Men's  Christian 
Association  of  Boston,  Mass.,  2. 

Team  race— Freshman  teams,  Yale  University,  3m. 
19s.;  Harvard  University,  2. 

Team  race— Massachusetts  Institute  of  Technology, 
3m.  17  3-5S. ;  Dartmouth  College,  2. 

Team  race — Williams  College,  3m.  17  1-5S. ;  Amherst 
University,  2. 

Team  race— East  Boston  Athletic  Association.  3m. 
16  4-5S.;  Cambridgeport  Gymnasium,  2. 

Team  race— University  of  Pennsylvania,  7m.  293.; 
Harvard  University,  2. 


45-yard  hurdle  handicap — Final  heat,  C.  C.  Daley,  H. 
U.,  6  feet,  5  3-53. 

Running  high  jump,  handicap— S.  G.  Ellis,  H.  U.^ 
6  1-2  inches,  5ft.  10  3-4in. 

Putting  i6lb.  shot,  handicap— N.  J  Young,  East  Bos- 
ton Athletic  Association,  i  foot  6  inches,  38ft.  4  i-4in. 

THE    AMATEUR    GYMNASTIC    CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  Knickerbocker  Athletic  Club  kindly 
came  to  the  rescue  of  the  championship  meet- 
ing this  year,  and  consented  to  hold  the  con- 
tests without  cost  to  the  Amateur  Athletic 
Union,  the  club  generously  paying  the  deficit 
which  always  follows  the  meeting.  The  com- 
petitions were  held  March  gth  in  the  Knicker- 
bocker Athletic  Club  gymnasium,  Madison 
avenue  and  Forty-fifth  street,  New  York  City. 

Rope  climbing— B.  Sandford,  New  York  City,  6  4-5S. ;. 
E.  Kanuth,  Anchor  Athletic  Club,  7  2-5S. ;  W.  E.  Sheer, 
Pastime  A.  C,  9s. 

Club  swinging — J.  D.  Harris,  P.  A.  C,  ii%  points  ;  F. 
Metz,  Jr.,  Newark  Young  Men's  Christian  Association,, 
and  H.  Lang,  New  York  Turn  Verein,  tied  at  10% 
points. 

Tumbling— W.  Haas,  P.  A.  C,  39^  points  ;  G.  Steier, 
P.  A.  C,  32X  points  ;  P.  Steier,  P.  A.  C,  31^  points. 

Side  horse— O.  Steffen,  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  40?^  points  ;  J. 
Bissenger,  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  40  points  ;  H.  W.  Hess,  N.  Y.  T. 
v.,  33^  points. 

Long  horse — J.  Bissengers  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  35^^  points  ;. 
H.  W.  Hess.  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  35,^'  points  ;  O.  Steffen,  N.  Y. 
T.  v.,  34^  points. 

Horizontal  bar — J.  Bissenger,  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  42^^  points;^ 
C.  Berndt,  A.  A.  C,  40"^  points;  O.  Steffen,  N.  Y.  T.  V.. 
39  points. 

Parallel  bars— O.  Steffen,  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  41  points;  C. 
Berndt,  A.  A.  C,  3g%  points;  J.  Bissenger,  N.  Y.  T.  V., 
34  points. 

Individual  All-around  Championship,  on  four  styles  of 
apparatus,  side  horse,  long  horse,  horizontal  bar  and 
parallel  bars— O.  Steffen,  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  1555^  points;J. 
Bissenger,  N.  Y.  T.  V.,  151!^  points;  C.  Berndt,  A.  A. 
C,  138^  points. 

A    FAST    RUN    ACROSS    COUNTRY. 

The  Boston,  Mass.,  Athletic  Association  gave 
an  open  amateur  handicap  cross-country  run 
March  5th,  over  the  usual  Reservoir  course.  The 
roads  were  in  tolerable  condition,  with  less 
mud  and  snow  than  had  been  expected.  The 
handicaps  were  penalties  deducted  from  the 
actual  time  of  each  runner.  Thirteen  started 
and  twelve  finished 

T.  B.  Maguire,  Cambridge  Gymnasium,  penalized 
2  minutes,  451T1.  :8s. 

D.  C.  Hall,  Brown  University,  penalized  4  minutes 
30  seconds,  42m.  49s. 

H.  R.  Osgood,  Wollaston,  penalized  4  minutes  30  sec- 
onds, 43m.  30s 

The  race  was  about  7j4  miles,  and  Hall's 
time  is  the  fastest  ever  made  over  the  course 

W.  B.  Curtis. 


AQUATICS. 


ROWING — COLUMBIA    UNIVERSITY. 


The  rowing   squad   for   the   coming  season 
consists  of  : 

Name  and  Class.                   Age.  Height.  Weight. 

J.  W.  Mackay,  igoo 21  5.10  1-2  159  1-2 

O.  Longacre,  jr., '98,  S 22  5. 11  1-2  172 

H.  H.  Oddie,    gg,  S 20  5. 11  1-2  170 

B.  B.  Tilt, '99,  C 19  5.11  1-4  157 

E.  P.  Shattuck, '99,  L 23  5.10  180 

O.  W.  Erdal,  1900,  S 19  5.11  3-4  162 

H.  H.  Boyesen,  1900,  C 19  5.834  157  1-2 

F.  V.  Jones,  1900,  C 19  5.9  1-2  160  1-2 

A.  M.  McLintock,  igoo,  S 20  5.10  161 

A.  G.  Betts,   P.  G 21  614  159 

C.  Brown,  igoo,  S 18  5.10  148 

J.  J.  Finnegan,  1900,  C  18  5.91-2  147  1-2 

H.  Thomas,  1900,  L 21  5.10  156 

G.  Welles,  1901,  S 19  5.7  163 

R.  A.  Elliott, '98 21  5.81-3  154 

R.  E.  Whigham,  '98 ai  5-91-2  155 

E.  A.  Bayles, '99 22  6.438  141 

P.  P.  Gardiner,  1900 21  5.103-4  157 


SWIMMING— CHAMPIONSHIPS    OF    THE   CENTRAL 
ASSOCIATION. 

A  tournament  was  held  on  March  gth  in  the 
bath  of  the  Chicago,  111.,  Athletic  Association, 
the  tank  being  sixty  feet  in  length.  The  pro- 
gramme included  several  local  races  and  three- 
contests  for  the  championship  of  the  Central 
Association  of  the  Amateur  Athletic  Union. 
The  results  of  the  championship  races  were  : 

100  yards,  with  four  turns — J.  F.  Hauntz,  Milwaukee, 
Wis.,  Rowing  Club,  im.  los.;  S.  P.  Avery,  Chicago- 
Athletic  Association,  2;  W.  Bachrach,  unattached,  3. 

220  yards,  with  ten  turns— G.  Wieland.  C.  A.  A.,  2m. 
59  3-5S.;S.P.  Avery,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  J.  F.  Hauntz,  M.  R.  C,  3. 

Quarter-mile,  with  twenty-one  turns— W.  Blum,  C. 
A.  A.,  6m.  23  2  5S.;  G.  Wieland,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  S.  P.  Avery, 
C.  A.  A.,  3. 

Blum's  time,  6m.  23  2-5S.,  is  the  fastest  ever  made  in 
America  for  a  quarter-mile  in  a  small  bath,  but  is- 
really  less  meritorious  than  H.  F.  Brewer's  6m.  24  1-2S., 
with  four  turns,  made  in  the  Lurline  Baths,  San  Fran- 
cisco, Cal.,  April  21,  1897. 


CYCLING  TRADE  REVIEW. 


Part  3.  — Continued  fnnn  March. 


THE  tires,  saddles,  lamps,  bells,  sprockets, 
cyclometers,  and  other  bicycle  accesso- 
ries for  1898  show  few  radical  depar- 
tures from  the  patterns  of  1897.  Among 
the  novelties  in  tires  are  the  Rush  De- 
tachable Tire,  described  in  the  following  re- 
view, and  the  Grigg  Suspension  Tire,  which  is 
not  a  pneumatic  at  all,  but  an  invention  by 
which  a  bicycle  so  fitted  is  suspended  on  a  dia- 
phragm in  the  tire.  Each  edge  of  this  dia- 
phragm is  secured  to  the  tire  by  an  expansion 
clamp-ring,  the  centre  of  which  is  held  firmly 
to  the  felloe  by  a  contraction  clamp-ring,  which 
gives  universal  action  throughout  the  circum- 
ference of  the  wheel.  The  diaphragm  may  be 
adjusted  to  any  weight  by  varying  its  thick- 
ness, and  can  be  renewed  at  small  cost.  Sad- 
dles, lamps,  bells  and  cyclometers  show  very 
minor  improvements,  but  a  material  increase 
in  styles  is  evident  in  all  these  accessories. 
The  Ramsey  Under-swinging  Pedal,  hereafter 
described,  is  the  most  distinctive  pedal  novelty 
of  the  year.  The  wooden  handle-bar  has  not 
proven  as  satisfactory  as  was  anticipated  at 
the  beginning  of  last  season,  and  will  be  fitted 
to  many  1898  bicycles  only  upon  special  order. 
The  tendency  of  the  prices  of  nearly  all  sun- 
dries is  slightly  downward,  in  keeping  with  the 
lower  schedules  of  the  majority  of  the  new 
chain-driven  machines. 

The  Victor  straight-line  sprocket,  illustrated 
and  described  in  Outing  for  January,  has  since 
been  proven  in  practical  service,  as  well  as  in 
the  laboratory,  to  possess  a  very  high  ei£- 
ciency,  the  tests  at  Cornell  University  in  Feb- 
ruary showing  a  propelling  efficiency  of  98.1 
per  cent,  of  the  power  applied  to  the  pedals. 
The  diagram  of  these  tests  showed  that  the 
Victor  gear,  when  smeared  with  wet  sand,  ran 
practically  as  evenly  as  a  perfectly  clean  chain 
of  the  ordinary  type.  This  gear  is  perhaps  the 
most  notable  departure  in  the  driving  mechan- 
ism of  the  new  models,  aside  from  the  chain- 
less  patterns. 

TIRES. 

THE  CLARK  CYCLE  TIRE  COMPANY. 

The  cyclist  is  prepared  to  sacrifice  much,  in- 
deed nearly  every  other  advantage  in  a  pneu- 
matic tire,  to  non-puncturability  ;    but  in  "  the 


Corker  "  tires  this  advantage  is  practically  ac- 
complished, without  the  usually  corresponding 
loss  of  ' '  life. "  Such  results  have  been  achieved 
by  the  application  of  that  rarest  of  senses, 
common  sense.  This  tire  has  a  crescent-  shaped 
strip  of  solid  cork  between  the  inner  tube  and 
the  outside  tube,  all  of  which  are  vulcanized 
together  in  the  process  of  making  the  tire. 
The  vulnerable  tread  is  narrowed  by  means  of 
the  crescent-shaped  strip  of  cork  and  is  fortified 
internally  by  the  cork.  Thus  the  trick  is  done, 
not  theoretically,  but  practically  and  actually. 
Every  conceivable  test  of  non-puncturability 
on  the  road  has  been  applied  to  "  the  Corker  " 
tire,  and  they  have  come  through  not  only  suc- 
cessfully, but  triumphantly.  And  even  should 
the  next  to  impossible  happen,  and  the  tire  be 
rent,  they  are  still  capable  of  running,  and  of 
being  ridden  home,  without  any  air  at  all  in 
them.  In  short,  the  elliptical  tread,  by  reduc- 
ing the  "danger"  surface  to  about  a  third  of 
the  width  of  the  ordinary  tire  of  equal  diam- 
eter, and  the  cork  by  filling  the  lower  end  of 
the  elliptical  cross  section  when  the  tire  is  in 
place,  have  resulted  in  the  positive  gain  of 
practical  non-puncturability,  with  the  nega- 
tive gain  of  the  continued  resilience  of  the 
pneumatic  tire.  These  consummations,  in  uni- 
son, are  what  the  wheelmen,  the  world  over, 
are  seeking  for,  and  "  the  Corker"  justifies  its 
popular  name.  The  price  to  all  is  $12.00  per 
pair  from  the  manufacturers,  Clark  Cycle  Tire 
Company,  of  Boston,  Mass. 

L.    C.    CHASE   &    COMPANY. 

Messrs.  L.  C.  Chase  &  Co.,  of  Boston,  Mass., 
makers  of  the  Chase  tires,  off  er  a  very  complete 
line  for  i8q8.     The  construction  and  material  of 


the  Tough  Tread  tire  are  the  same  as  hereto- 
fore, bei'ng  made  of  two  plies  of  close  fabric  of 
the  best  Sea  Island  cotton,  with  two  plies  addi- 
tional on  the  tread,  the  outside  cover  of  rubber 
being  slightly  thickened  at  the  tread.  The  Spe- 
cial is  made  on  the  same  lines  as  the  Tough 
Tread,  but  without  the  extra  two-ply  fabric 
tread  strip,  though  with  the  outside  rubber 
cover  thickened  on  the  tread  where  it  comes  in 
contact  with  the  ground.  The  Vulcan  is  the 
same  as  the  Special,  except  that  the  additional 
thickness  of  rubber  on  the  tread  is  not  quite  so 
great,  making  it  a  lighter  tire.  The  Foxhound 
is  made  to  meet  the  demand  for  an  exception- 
ally Hvely  and  fast  tire  for  road  use.  It  is  made 
with  an  inner  tube,  over  which  are  laid  diago- 
nally two  plies  of  thread  fabric,  and  these  in  turn 
are  covered  with  an  outer  casing  of  rubber.     It 


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OUTING  FOR   APRIL. 


has  parallel  corrugations  on  the  tread  and  is 
altogether  a  very  handsome  and  serviceable  as 
well  as  an  exceedingly  fast  and  resilient  tire. 
All  of  the  Chase  products  are  fully  guaranteed 
in  accordance  with  the  present  guarantee  of  the 
Tire  Association. 

C.    J.    BAILEY    &   COMPANY. 

The  Bailey  "Won't  Slip"  tire  is  the  inven- 
tion of  Mr.  C.  J.  Bailey,  the  inventor  and  pat- 
entee of  Bailey's  famous  Rubber  Brushes  and 
other  specialities,  and  is  placed  upon  the 
market  by  Messrs.  C.  J.  Bailey  &  Co.,  Boston, 
Mass.  This  tire  is  of  the  single  tube  pattern, 
and  embodies  a  new  departure  on  the  tread 
roughening  principle.  It  will  not  slip  under 
any  conditions  of  surface,  such  as  wet  car- 
rails,  damp  asphalt,  concrete,  plank  or  mac- 
adam, and  can  even  be  ridden  safely  upon  ice. 
As  the  rubber  teeth  form  a  cushion  to  the  tire, 
it  passes  easily  over  uneven  surfaces,  while 
the  method  of  construction  gives  an  air  space 
between    the   road  surface  and  the  tire,    des- 


-W"^ 


troying  any  possible  suction  between  them. 
The  Bailey  "  Won't  Slip"  tire  is  claimed  to  be 
90  per  cent,  puncture  proof  when  under 
pressure,  and  to  throw  less  mud  than  a  plain 
ribbed  or  scored  tire,  as  the  teeth,  when 
released  from  pressure,  leave  the  mud  and  dust 
upon  the  surface.  This  is  a  very  durable  tire, 
and  will  be  sent,  with  charges  prepaid,  to  any 
point  in  the  United  States,upon  receipt  of  price, 
$10. 

THE    RUSH    TIRE   COMPANY. 

The  Rush  tire,  the  product  of  the  Rush  Tire 
Company,  of  Williamsport,  Pa. ,  is  a  new  pat- 
tern of  the  double  tube  pneumatic.  In  one 
particular  this  type  overcomes  an  important 
objection  often  urged  against  detachable  tires. 
It  requires  no  special  rim,  as  it  will  hold  to  any 
style  of  rim  that  will  hold  a  single  tube  tire, 
and  then  will  not  even  need  the  cement  required 
to  make  the  other  secure.  This  tire  is  so  con- 
structed that  the  part  which  sets  upon  the  rim 
is  just  the  size  of  the  standard  rims,  hence,  as 
the  tire  is  deflated,  the  contraction  to  the  rim 
increases.  The  corrugations  are  placed  upon 
opposite  edges  of  the  tire,  one  upon  the  inside 
and  the  other  upon  the  outside,  the  part  of  the 
tire  resting  on  the  rim  being  so  constructed  as 
to  be  entirely  independent  of  the  correspond- 
ing edge,  and  therefore  not  to  be  disturbed  by 


RUSH    TIRE. 

any  action  upon  it.  These  corrugations  are 
made  in  such  a  manner  that  the  interlocking 
becomes  tighter  as  the  tire  is  inflated,  on  the 
principle  that  when  a  fabric  is  cut  on  the  bias 
it  must  narrow  in  one  way  as  it  is  stretched  in 
another  way.  This  principle  is  applied  to  the 
Rush  tires  in  such  a  manner  that  scny  stretch 
caused  by  the  air  pressure  within  must  invari- 
ably cause  that  part  of  the  tire  which  sets  on 
the  rim  to  tighten  in  proportion,  and  bring  and 
keep  it  snug  to  the  rim.  Despite  the  absence 
of  cement,  wires,  and  clinching  edges,  it  is  as- 
serted that  this  tire  will  neither  creep,  pinch  nor 
roll.  It  is  very  easy  and  quick  of  repair,  and 
is  sold  with  a  six  months'  guarantee. 

THE   NATIONAL   INDIA   RUBBER    COMPANY. 

In  making  the  Kangaroo  tire,  the  product  of 
the  National  India  Rubber  Company,  of  Bris- 
tol, R.  I.,  the  inner  tube  is  placed  on  the  man- 
dril of  the  tire  machine,  and  the  threads  are 
wound  spirally  around  it  at  an  angle  of  45  de- 
grees, after  first  being  immersed  in  a  solution 
of  rubber.  An  intermediate  inner  tube  is  then 
put  on,  and  a  second  layer  of  thread  wound 
around  it  at  the  same  angle,  but  in  the  opposite 
direction,  making  an  angle  of  90  degrees  be- 
tween the  two  layers  of  thread.  Thus,  unlike 
all  other  tires,  the  Kangaroo  has  practically  two 
inner  tubes  instead  of  one.  Welded  into  one 
strong  but  elastic  fabric  is  the  innermost  rub- 
ber tube,  the  first  ply  of  thread,  then  an  inter- 
mediate rubber  tube,  and,  surrounding  that,  a 
second  ply  of  thread,  upon  the  outer  casing  of 
which  rests  a  tread  strip,  the  whole  encased  in 
an  outer  covering.  All  of  the  Kangaroo  tires 
are  built  upon  this  plan,  varying  only  in  weight. 
They  are,  as  a  result,  very  speedy,  pliable,  and 
yielding. 


CYCLING    TRADE  REVIEW. 


99 


THE    NEW    HRUNSWICK    RUBBER    COMPANY. 

The  New  Brunswick  Rubber  Company,  of 
New  Brunswick,  N.  J.,  is  the  oldest  rubber 
company  in  the  world  now  making  bicycle  tires. 
It  was  founded  in  1S39,  at  which  time  the  proc- 
ess of  vulcanizing  rubber  had  not  been  discov- 
ered. When  Charles  Goodyear  perfected  and 
patented  his  vulcanizing  process  in   1842,  the 


New  Brunswick  Rubber  Company  was  one  of 
the  first  licensees  under  his  patents.  This  con- 
cern has  been  manufacturing  rubber  goods 
continuously  for  fifty-nine  years,  and  has  one 
of  the  largest  rubber  plants  in  the  world. 

The  always  well  -  known  New  Brunswick 
lines  of  tires,  consisting,  among  others,  of  the 
Volt,  the  Messenger,  the  Trim,  and  the  Meteor, 
the  former  two  with  roughened  and  the  latter 
two  with  smooth  treads,  are  offered  for  1898  as 
before.  In  addition,  two  new  styles  are  manu- 
factured, the  Phantom  and  the  Fenway,  both 
of  the  corrugated  tread  pattern.  The  former 
has  an  inner  lining  of  Para  rubber  to  hold  the 
air,  then  two  layers  of  fabric  to  give  the  tire 
its  strength  and  form,  and  finally  an  outside 
layer  of  rubber  to  protect  the  fabric,  keep  out 
the  moisture,  and  stand  the  wear.  An  entirely 
new  fabric,  never  before  used  in  tire-making, 
is  used  in  the  Phantom,  giving,  it  is  claimed, 
the  maximum  of  speed,  durability,  and  resil- 
iency. The  Fenway,  which  is  a  new  tire  at  a 
moderate  price,  is  constructed  like  the  Phan- 
tom, except  that  the  fabric  used  is  Sea  Island 
cotton  duck.  The  New  Brunswick  Cactus  tire 
is  made  in  both  roughened  and  smooth  treads, 
reinforced  by  three  plies  of  extra-heavy  close- 
woven  duck,  filled  with  a  special  compound 
which  renders  it  practically  puncture-proof. 

THE   PALMER    PNEUMATIC   TIRE    COMPANY. 

The  Palmer  tire,  the  product  of  the  Palmer 
Pneumatic  Tire  Co. ,  of  Chicago,  remains  sub- 
stantially the  same  as  in  previous  years.  As  is 
well  known,  the  method  of  its  construction  is 
that  of  small  rubber  threads  of  the  best  quality 
woven  into  a  fabric  which  is  at  the  same  time 


light,  strong  and  very  resilient.  This  tire  con- 
tinues to  be  a  favorite  with  racing  men  on 
account  of  its  unexcelled  speed  qualities. 

A   new,   simple,    economical    and    effective 
repairing    device,   the    "Jiffy"    of  last  year, 


materially  improved,  is  furnished  with  each 
pair  of  1898  Palmer  tires.  By  its  use,  when  a 
puncture  is  made,  a  collapsible  tube  of  solution 
is  inserted  into  the  tire  through  a  conical  wire- 
tipped  nozzle,  which  insures  an  even  spreading 
of  the  solution  immediately  over  the  puncture 
and  a  quick  and  permanent  repair. 

THE   NEW  YORK   BELTING   AND    PACKING   COMPANY. 

For  the  season  of  1898  the  League  line  of 
tires  will  be  furnished  by  the  New  York  Belt- 
ing and  Packing  Company  in  single-tube  varie- 
ties. The  League  Special  is  a  fast  and  fine 
road  tire,  delightfully  easy  and  comfortable. 
The  rubber  used  in  its  manufacture  is  fine 
Para,  elastic,  resilient,  full  of  spring  and  life. 
The  fabric  is  the  choicest  of  Sea  Island  cot- 
ton, strong  and  light  and  loosely  woven,  so 
that  the  tire  yields  instantl}'-  to  obstructions 
and  passes  over  small  obstacles  with  a  mini- 
mum of  jolt  and  jar.  The  League  single  tube 
is  made  for  work  and  wear.  Its  closely  woven 
fabric  gives  unusual  endurance  and  greatly 
decreases  the  liability  to  puncture.  This  is  a 
strong,  fast,  all-day  and  everyday  tire.  The 
League  Tandem  and  the  Tandem  Special  are 
high  quality  pneumatics,  and  are  precisely 
alike,  except  that  in  the  latter  thread  fabric  is 
used  and  in  the  former  close  fabric.  The 
League  Racing  Tire  is  lightly  but  strongly 
constructed,  and  designed  especially  for  track 
purposes,  and  not  intended  for  road  use.  The 
League  Embossed  Tread  Racing  Tire  is  for  in- 


THE    LEAGUE   TIRE. 


door  racing.  The  embossed  tread  takes  a  firm 
hold  of  the  track  in  turning  corners  and  mini- 
mizes the  liability  to  side-slip.  In  all  other 
respects  it  is  identical  with  the  racing  tire.  The 
League  products  are  thoroughly  tested  by  two 
distinct  and  severe  processes  before  they  leave 
the  factory.  The  first  test  is  of  the  tube  alone, 
before  it  is  incorporated  into  the  tire.  This  is 
followed  by  a  second  test,  in  which  the  com- 
plete tire  is  exposed  for  twenty-four  hours  to  a 
pressure  of  100  pounds — nearly  -}>'%,  times  ordi- 
nary riding  pressure. 

THE   EMPIRE    RUBBER    MANUFACTURING    COMPANY. 

A  complete  line  of  bicycle  tires  is  offered  in 
several  styles,  all  listed  at  medium  prices,  by 
the  Empire  Rubber  Manufacturing  Company, 
of  Trenton,  N.  J.,  and  New  York  City,  which 
concern  supplies  single  and  double  tube  pneu- 
matics, extra  inner  tubes  and  other  tire  parts, 
to  the  retail  trade  and  the  riding  public.  The 
Referee  and  the  Eureka  are  guaranteed  single- 
tube  pneumatics,  while  the  Star  is  sold  at  an 
exceedingly  low  price,  unguaranteed.  A  num- 
ber of  tires  for  juvenile  machines  are  also  mar- 
keted by  the  Empire  Rubber  Manufacturing 
Company. 


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THE  DREADNOUGHT  TIRE  COMPANY. 

The  puncture-proof  quality  of  the  Dread- 
nought tire,  the  product  of  the  Dreadnought 
Tire  Co.,  of  New  York,  is  due  to  an  articulated 
tread  band  of  wood  lying  between  the  inner  and 
outer  surfaces,  with  rubber  and  fabric  on  either 


'^'^^^ ■ 


side  of  it.  This  band  is  made  of  wooden  plates, 
having  their  proximate  edges  grooved  so  as  to 
ht  about  a  roller  of  wood  that  lies  between  each 
pair  of  plates.  This  permits  the  tread  bands  to 
give  with  the  yield  of  the  tire  and  makes  it  not 
only  puncture-proof  against  direct  attack,  but 
renders  it  also  impervious  to  the  entrance  of  any 
object  at  the  joints.  The  outer  surface  of  the 
tread  is  broad,  and  is  divided  into  two  concave 
channels  by  a  longitudinal  rib  of  rubber,  the 
concavity  being  due  to  the  outer  edges  of  the 
tire  being  squared,  or,  more  properly  speaking, 
acutely  rounded.  This  tire  is  very  fast  and 
resilient,  because  of  the  slight  friction  contact 
of  the  rib  and  the  especiall}^  yielding  construc- 
tion of  the  side  walls  of  the  tube.  The  broad- 
ness of  the  tread  makes  it  easy  to  ride  in  sand, 
because  it  does  not  cut  in  like  tires  of  narrower 
tread.  The  weight  of  these  tires  is  but  little 
more  than  that  of  the  average  road  pneumatics. 

THE   STRAUS    TIRE    COiMPANY. 

A  new  pattern  of  puncture-proof  tire  is  being 
offered,  for  1898,  by  the  Straus  Tire  Company, 
of  New  York.  Neither  wood,  steel,  cork, 
chemical  compounds,  nor  any  other  foreign  in- 
gredient enters  into  its  composition,  but  it  is 
composed  entirely  of  rubber  and  fabric,  like 
all  of  the  practical  pneumatics  now  in  use.  The 
tire  proper  is  practically  a  single  tube  racing 
tire,  and  is  protected  with  a  shoe  which  is  made 
of  six  plies  of  fabric,  and  which  loosely  sur- 
rounds the  tire  proper  when  the  latter  is  fully 
inflated.  The  protecting  covering  is  simply 
the  road  over  which  the  tire  proper  travels 
From  this  manner  of  construction,  rolling  of 
the  tire  might  be  anticipated,  and  consequent 
liability  to  side  slipping  on  wet  pavements  or 


wet  asphalt,  but  it  is  asserted  that  neither  will 
this  effect  be  produced  nor  will  the  tire  drag 
or  creep.  The  protector  prevents  cutting  on  the 
rim,  and,  while  not  proof  against  sharp  knives 
or  other  wilful  injury,  is  proved  by  abundant 
tests  to  afford  a  practically  safe  guarantee 
against  nails,  thorns,  glass,  and  the  common 
objects  of  puncture. 

BOSTON   WOVEN   HOSE   AND    RUBBER   COMPANY. 

The  usual  complete  line  of  single  tube  tires  is 
offered  for  1898  by  the  Boston  Woven  Hose  and 
Rubber  Co. ,  of  Boston,  Mass. ,  in  all  of  the  styles 
of  which  the  best  Para  rubber,  cured  slowly  in 
open  heat,  is  blended  with  the  toughest  fibres 
of  Sea  Island  cotton  into  one  of  the  most  elastic 
and  serviceable  of  fabrics.  The  "Vim  B," 
smooth,  serrate  or  pebbled  tread,  is  for  hard, 
everyday  service  over  all  kinds  of  roads  ;  the 
"Vive"  is  an  especially  fine  high-grade  tire 
for  "  gilt-edge  "  trade,  made  of  loosely  woven 
fabric,  very  resilient  and  easy  riding,  while  the 
"Vim  Cactus"  is  designed  to  be  practically 
puncture-proof,  though  at  a  frankly  acknowl- 
edged slight  loss  of  speed  and  elasticity.  Other 
styles  are  the  "  Vim  Tandem,"  the  "  Vim 
Racer,"  the  "  Vim  49  "  and  the  "  Puck,"  listing 
at  various  prices  from  $4  00  to  $7.00  per  pair, 
including  one  pump  and  one  vimoid  repair  kit. 

The  "  Vive  "  is  a  new  product  of  this  concern, 
replacing  the  "  Vim  Special  "of  1897.  It  is  made 
with  smooth  tread  only,  and,  while  it  is  easier 
to  puncture  than  the  "Vim  B,"  because  of  its 
extreme   resiliency,  it   is   quickly   and  perma- 


THE    STRAUS    TIRE. 


nently  repaired  with  vimoid.  The  Vimair  pump 
lists  at  65  cents,  and  is  especially  designed  for 
the  easy  inflation  of  Vim  tires.  To  mflate  a 
tire  to  35  pounds  riding  pressure  requires  a 
pressure  on  the  handle  of  the  Vimair  pump  of 
less  than  20  pounds,  while  the  common  floor- 
pump  requires  several  times  that  pressure.  At 
35  pounds  riding  pressure  the  resistance  to  in- 
flation is,  of  course,  35  pounds  to  each  square 
inch  of  area  on  the  plugger,  yet  this  area  in  the 
Vimair  pump  is  but  fJg8_^  of  one  square  inch. 


SADDLES, 

THE    CHRISTY    SADDLE. 

In  the  Christy  Saddle  Messrs.  A.  G.  Spal- 
ding &  Bros,  have  secured  a  device  in  which 
all  the  objectionable  features  have  been  elim- 
inated. It  meets  the  popular  but  graphic  de- 
scription of  fitting  you  everywhere  and  touch- 
ing you  nowhere.  Its  graded  spiral  springs 
preclude  the  possibility  of  uneven  pressure, 
even  at  the  shoulders,  yet  its  firm  cushions 
give  the  needful  sense  of  security.  These 
cushions  are  removable,  rest  upon  a  perforated 


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MEN  S    CHRISTY,  SMALL    SIZE,    NO.    4. 


base,  and,  with  a  free  circulation  of  air  through 
the  horn  of  the  saddle,  insures  a  cool  seat.  It  is 
a  saddle  easily  adjusted  to  the  required  angle, 
and  it  will  maintain  it  under  all  circumstances. 
A  new  rider  finds  no  need  to  "break  in"  a 
Christy  saddle  ;  he  simpl}^  has  to  tilt  it  to  his  or 
her  particular  needs.  Both  models  are  made 
in  several  varieties  and  sizes. 


Each  side  of  this  saddle  acts  independently  of 
the  other,  while  the  spring  motion,  being  very 
slight,  simply  gives  relief  from  the  jar  in 
passing  over  rough  surfaces. 

THE    LOVEKIN    SADDLE  .CO. 

The  Lovekin  self-adjusting  saddles,  made  by 
the  Lovekin  Saddle  Company,  of  Philadelphia, 
Pa. ,  are  claimed  to  solve  the  spring  problem  in 
the  construction  of  bicycle  seats.  The  Love- 
kin spring  is  free  at  both  ends,  and  attached  to 
the  middle  of  the  body  of  the  saddle  by  a  piv- 
oted connection.  When  the  front  wheel  is 
raised,  the  nose  of  the  saddle,  supported  by  the 
spring,  tilts  forward;  but  when  the  front  wheel 


WOMEN  S    CHRISTY,    SMALL   SIZE,    NO. 


WM.    B.    RILEY    &    CO. 

The  Bernasco  bicycle  saddle,  manufactured 
by  Wm.  B.  Riley  &  Co.,  Philadelphia,  Pa.,  is 
constructed  upon  an  entirely  new  principle  in 
that  it  is  adjustable,  from  the  rear,  to  the  forms 
of  all  riders.  The  pommel  is  soft  and  flexible, 
with  _a  downward  deflection,  conforming  to  the 
movements  of  the  rider,  with  no  liability  to 
jarring  or  chafing.  This  pattern  differs  from 
other  types  of  the  spring  saddle  in  that  the 
spring  motion  is  forward,  forcing  the  pommel 

downward  in 
ridinginstead 
o  f  upward. 
The  outer 
edges  of  the 
Bernasco  sad- 
dle are  built 
higher  than 
the  inner 
edges,  there- 
by giving 
greater  com- 
fort in  riding. 


goes  down,  the  front  of  the  saddle  comes  up 
agam.  The  same  action  is  repeated  when  the 
rear  wheel  passes  over  any  obstacle,  the  move- 
ment being  entirely  automatic,  and  working 
entirely  independent  of  the  will  of  the  rider. 

THE   BRIDGEPORT    GUN    IMPLEMENT    CO. 

The  Ray  Cycle  Seat,  offered  by  the  Bridge- 
port Gun  Implement  Co.,  of  Bridgeport,  Conn., 
is  designed  to  perfectly  fit  the  form  of  the  rider, 
instead  of  trying  to  make  the  form^  fit  the  sad- 
dle. Exact  impressions  of  the  human  anatomy 
have  been  obtained  in  modeling  clay,  from  rid- 
ers in  the  act  of  propelling  their  wheels,  and 
from  these  impressions  the  saddle  models  have 
been  constructed.  In  the  saddles,  as  in  the  clay 
models,  the  weight  of  the  body  is  perfectly  dis- 
tributed on  the  pelvic  bones  and  the  surround- 


THE  BERNASCO  ADJUSTABLE, 


THE  RAY  CYCLE  SEAT. 

ing  fleshy  parts.  The  saddle  base  is  an  alumi- 
num casting.  Openings  are  left  under  the  pelvic 
bones  and  then  bridged  over  with  leather,  over 
which  is  again  placed  a  layer  of  the  best  felt, 
and  the  whole  covered  with  soft  Russia,  kan- 
garoo or  pig-skin  leather.  All  parts  under  the 
perineum  are  cut  out  or  depressed,  by  which 
construction  a  yielding  support  is  given  to  the 


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rigid  pelvic  bones,  while  the  fleshy  parts  have  a 
semi-rigid  support,  thus  providing  an  ideal 
seat.  The  Ray  Cycle  Seat  is  handsome  in  ap- 
pearance, hygienically  safe,  and  exceedingly 
comfortable  in  use. 


THE   BUNKER    SADDLE    CO. 

An  excellent  line  of  hygienic  and  pneumatic 
saddles  is  offered,  for  1898,  by  the  Bunker 
Saddle  Company,  of  Chicago,  111.    The  distinct- 


THE  gentlemen's    RUBBER    NECK  SADDLE. 

ive  feature  of  the  Rubber  Neck  is  a  patented 
rubber  cushion  which  makes  the  seat  to  which 
it  is  fitted  soft,  springy,  cool  and  durable.  The 
vertical  rubber  tubes  forming  the  honeycomb 
in  this  type  yield  to  every  motion  and  conform 
anatomically  to  the  form  of  the  rider,  while  the 
air  spaces  or  cells  extending  from  the  plate  to 
the  cover,  throughout  its  area,  keep  the  saddle 
cool  and  thoroughly  ventilated.  The  Number 
I  Pneumatic  Saddle,  which  is  used  transverse  to 
the  frame  of  the  wheel,  is  highly  recommended 
as  a  type  of  cycle  seat  from  the  use  of  which  no 
injury  can  possibly  result,  there  being  nothing 
interposed  between  the  limbs.  In  the  Model  5 
pneumatic,  the  inflating  case  is  moulded  to  the 
exact  shape  of  the  saddle,  and  made  of  very 
thick,  heavy  rubber,  so  as  to  prevent,  absolutely, 
puncture  or  deflation.  This  inflating  case  is 
neatly  covered  with  selected  calfskin,  in  black 
or  tan.  The  saddles  marketed  by  this  concern 
range  in  price  from  $2.50  to  $4.00,  according  to 
sizes  and  styles. 

LAMPS. 

R.    E.    DIETZ    &    CO. 

The  Dietz  Bicycle  Lamp,  manufactured  by 
R.  E.  Dietz  &  Co.,  New  York,  is  handsome  in 


appearance,  and  excellent  value  for  $2.50.  It 
is  made  of  brass,  finely  polished  and  nickel- 
plated,  and  weighs  but  12  ounces.  No  solder 
is  used  except  on  the  bottom  of  the  oil  reser- 
voir. The  arrangement  of  the  drafts  is  such 
that  the  combustion  is  perfect,  giving  a  white 
and  intense  light  which  will  stay  lighted  in  all 
kinds  of  weather,  and  even  while  passing  at 
speed  over  the  roughest  surfaces.  The  re- 
flector is  parabolic,  throwing  all  the  rays  of 
light  straight  ahead.  The  oil  reservoir  is 
packed  to  prevent  the  oil  working  out,  and  the 
wick  cannot  jar  down.  The  door  is  hinged  for 
convenience  in  lighting. 


BADGER    BRASS    MANUFACTURING   CO. 

The  New  Solar  Acetylene  gas  lamp  for  bi- 
cycles and  carriages,  the  output  of  the  Badger 
Brass  Manufacturing  Co.,  of  Kenosha,  Wis.,  is 
lY-i,  inches  high,  made  entirely  of  brass,  and 
handsomely  finished  in  nickel  plate.  It  is  fitted 
with  an  extra  fine,  specially  ground,  double 
convex  lens  2^ 
inches  in  diameter, 
with  a  5>^-inch  fo- 
cus. The  aluminum 
reflector  is  remov- 
able for  cleaning,  as 
is  also  the  head, 
which  is  fastened 
by  a  bayonet  joint. 
Each  lamp  is  fitted 
with  a  universal  ad- 
justable bracket 
which  fits  the  head, 
handle-bar,  or  either 
fork  of  a  bicycle, 
and  which  is  so  con- 
structed that  it  may 
be  removed  without 
disturbing  the 
bracket.  The  flame 
throws  a  penetrat- 
ing white  light  of 
about  100  candle-power  fully  150  feet  ahead. 

The  lamp  burns  any  form  of  calcium  carbide 
from  the  dust  to  the  lump,  requiring  no  specially 
prepared  carbide.  The  Badger  Brass  Manu- 
facturing Co.  claim  that  this  is  the  only  auto- 
matic acetjdene  gas  lamp  without  valves  and 
the  only  one  absolutely  protected  against  ex- 
plosion. The  cost  of  operation  is  about  one- 
third  of  a  cent  per  hour. 


MATTHEWS  &  WILLARD  MFG.   CO. 

The  1898  Matthews  &  Willard  lamp,  made 
by  the  Matthews  &  Willard  Manufacturing 
Company,  of  Waterbury,  Conn.,  is  of  sheet 
brass,  flnished  in  nickel,  of  medium  size,  light 
weight  and  symmetrical  design.  It  is  equipped 
with  a  rigid  bracket  with  these  special  advan- 
tages :  it  can  be  adjusted  by  one  turn  to  any 
height  or  angle  desired,  set  on  the  steering  head 
without  interfering  with  an  outside  brake,  or 
attached  to  either  fork.  The  thumbnut  can  be 
easily  and  securely  fastened  with  the  fingers 
without  the  use  of  a  wrench  or  screw-driver. 
The  wick-lock  is  a  simple  push-button,  instant- 
ly relocked  when  the  pressure  is  removed.  The 
oil  reservoir  is  locked  so  that  it  cannot  become 


THE   BADGER. 


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accidentally  detached  from  the  bottom  of  the 
lamp.  This  lamp  burns  kerosene,  but,  having 
a  patent  dash-ring  packed  with  absorbent,  the 
oil  will  not  drip  or  spill  over.  The  reflector  and 
the  lens  are  of  the  simplest  construction,  air- 
tight and  secure,  and  both  are  removable  for 
cleaning  and  polishing. 


THE  MATTHEWS  &  WILLARD. 

The  mechanism  of  the  Matthews  &Willard 
bell  is  simple,  safe  and  reliable  The  strikers 
are  carefully  adjusted,  so  that  in  their  rotation 
they  strike  the  bell  continuously.  The  cast 
gong  is  made  of  the  highest  quality  of  metal, 
and'  gives  a  rich,  resonant  and  musical  tone. 
These  bells  have  a  super-nickeled  finish,  and 
are  furnished  in  all  sizes,  plain  or  beaded. 


THE   OHIO    ELECTRIC   WORKS. 

The  Ohio  Electric  Works,  of  Cleveland,  O., 
offer,  for  1898,  a  line  of  electric  lights  for  bicy- 
cles and  carriages,  at  popular  prices.  The  bat- 
tery of  the  standard  size  is  6x2  inches,  weighs 
II  ounces,  and  will 
maintain  a  potential  of 
not  less  than  3.5  volts 
for  more  than  four  hours 
on  each  charge,  costing 
less  than  two  cents. 
This  lamp  is  of  double 
the  efficiency  of  the  ordi- 
nary incandescent  lamp , 
taking  only  i  V^  watts  to 
the  candle  power,  and  is 
backed  by  a  scientific- 
ally correct  and  power- 
ful reflector.  This  lamp 
gives  a  bright,  safe  and 
satisfactory  light  for  a  bicycle  or  carriage, 
without  smoke  or  smell,  wicks  or  oil. 


GEORGE   H.    CLOWES    MANUFACTURING    COMPANY. 

The  Calcium  King  bicycle  lamp,  manufac- 
tured by  the  George  H.  Clowes  Manufacturing 
Company,  of  Waterbury,  Conn.,  burns  acety- 
lene, produced  by  bringing  water  and  calcium 
carbide  together,  forming  a  pure  hydro-carbon 
gas,  which,  as   it   leaves   the   burner,  takes  up 


CALCIUM    KING. 


sufficient  oxygen  to  make  perfect  combustion, 
giving  a  pure,  steady,  white  light.  In  this 
lamp  the  illuminating 
gas  is  burned  as  fast  as 
made,  and  the  pressure  is 
practically  atmospheric. 
The  water-valve  controls 
the  generation,  and  there 
is  no  gas-cock  or  valve  to 
close  and  create  press- 
ure, hence  it  is  perfectly 
safe. 

The  light  is  brilliant, 
and  equal  to  from  50  to  75 
candle  power.  It  cannot 
be  extinguished  by  jar  or 
wind,  and  will  burn  from 
three  to  five  hours,  ac- 
cording to  the  charge.    To 

chargeit,  the  rider  simply  fills  thewater  chamber 
and  places  a  cake  of  prepared  "  carbophene  ".in 
the  cup,  when  the  lamp  is  ready  to  light  as  soon 
as  the  water  is  turned  on.  After  the  charge  is 
exhausted,  the  lamp  should  be  emptied  and 
cleaned.  The  novice  will  find  no  difficulty  in 
handling  this  light,  and  less  than  one  minute 
is  required  to  charge  it.  When  charged  it 
weighs  \\%  ounces,  and  the  bracket  four 
ounces.  The  price  of  the  Calcium  King  lamp 
is  $5,  with  one  case  of  carbophene;  extra  carbo- 
phene 30  cents  per  case. 

TWENTIETH  CENTURY  MANUFACTURING  COMPANY. 

The  1898  model  of  the  Twentieth  Century 
Headlight,  offered  by  the  Twentieth  Century 
Manufacturing  Company,  of  New  York,  shows 
some  distinct  improvements  over  previous 
styles.  The  front  is  now  hinged,  opening  like 
a  door,  so  that  the  glass  does  not  require  re- 
moving to  clean,  although  it  is  so  arranged  that 
it  may  be  easily  taken  out  if  desired.  The 
manner  of  attaching  the  oil  font  is  very  easy 
and  effective,  as  is  also  the  manner  of  locking 
the  wick.  The  reflector  is  on  the  same  general 
lines  as  formerly,  but  there  is  a  noticeable  in- 
crease in  the  reflection  surface.  The  gossamer 
hood  will  continue  to  be  supplied  with  each 
one  of  these  lamps.  The  company  has  also 
adopted  a  rigid  bracket  of  its  own  patent,  which 
holds  the  lamp  always  in  good  position  on  the 
wheel,  being  adjustable  at  any  angle,  on  the 
stearing  head  or  either  fork-side  ;  and  it  is  also 
so  arranged  that  it  may  be  placed  on  the 
handle-bar  post  when  there  is  an  outside  brake 
on  the  machine.  The  Twentieth  Century  Manu- 
facturing Company  will  have  but  one  stjde  and 
size  lamp  in  1898,  known  as  the  Standard  model, 
made  of  brass,  nickel-plated,  and  with  an  alumi- 
num reflector. 

THE   HELIOS    CARBIDE   SPECIALTY    COMPANY. 

In  the  Helios  Carbide  Lamp,  the  product  of 
the  Helios  Carbide  Specialty  Company,  of  Phil- 
adelphia, Pa.,  the  water  is  fed  by  means  of 
tubes  to  the  carbide,  which,  after  the  water  is 
absorbed,  generates  gas.  The  burning  of  this 
gas  produces  an  intense  light,  distinctly  show- 
ing objects  100  feet  or  more  in  front  of  a 
moving  wheel.  This  lamp  has  a  patent  auto- 
matic ball  check  valve,  so  that  when  the  gas 
reaches  a  greater  pressure  than  the  pressure  of 


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the  water  in  the 
tank  above  it,  the 
valve  stops  the 
flow  of  water,  so 
that  no  more  gas 
is  generated  than 
is  necessary  for 
lighting.  As 
soon  as  the  gas 
has  been  con- 
sumed, however, 
the  check  valve 
releases  the 
water,  which  in- 
stantly resumes 
its  former  func- 
tions. There  is 
no  danger  of  ex- 
plosion, as  t  h  e 
Taall  valve  regulates  the  flow  of  the  water  to 
the  carbide,  also  preventing  the  escape  and 
consequent  waste  of  gas. 

BRIDGEPORT    BRASS    CO, 

In  the  improved  "Search  Light"  lantern, 
made  by  the  Bridgeport  Brass  Co. ,  Bridgeport, 
Conn. ,  the  wick  is  set  at  an  angle  in  such  a  man- 
ner that  a  wide  flame  is  produced,  while  the 
adjustment  is  simple  and  unique.  The  oil 
reservoir  is  self-locking,  and  so  arranged  that 
the  lantern  can  be  fitted  to  either  the  right  or 
left  side  of  the  bicycle,  and  yet  bring  the  wick-lift 
on  the  outside,  where  it  can  be  conveniently 
reached.  It  will  carry  enough  oil  for  twelve 
hours,  and  there  is  no  possibility  of  the  oil 
splashing  or  running  out.  The  jeweled  side 
windows  slide  easily  to  the  touch,  but  it  is  im- 
possible for  them  to  work  loose  independently. 
The  rigid  bracket  prevents  all  jolting  or  jar- 
ring, and  it  is  constructed  to  be  attached  to  the 
head  or  either  side  of  the  fork,  thus  allowing 
the  rider  to  suit 
his  inclination  in 
placing  the  lamp 
on  his  machine. 

Though  p  o  s - 
sessing  so  many 
varied  features, 
the  Search  Light 
lantern  m  a  y  be 
taken  apart  in- 
stantly, a  n  d  as 
quickly  put  to- 
gether again  by  a 
novice.  The 
parts  being  inter- 
changeable can  be  secured  separately  in  case 
of  accident,  thus  obviating  the  necessity  of 
buying  a  new  lamp. 

THE  KIISEE  BICYCLE  LAMP  SYNDICATE. 

The  Kitsee  lamp,  marketed  by  the  Kitsee 
Bicycle  Lamp  Syndicate,  Philadelphia,  Pa., 
uses  anew  illuminant  called  "  Safol,"  which 
burns  with  a  lava  tip,  requiring  no  regulation 
of  the  flame  and  furnishing  a  bicycle  light  with- 
out smoke,  grease  or  gas.  One  filling  will 
burn  ten  hours,  and  a  pint  can,  costing  no  more 
than  ordinary  high-quality  oil,  it  is  claimed, 
will  last  the  average  rider  through  a  season 

This  lamp  is  not  only  novel  in  construction, 
but  also  in  appearance  and  results.  It  is  non- 
smokable,  nor  has  it  a  wick  ;  it  cannot  soil  the 


THE  SEARCH  LIGHJ'. 


hands  or  cloth- 
ing, nor  has  it  a 
disag  reeable 
odor  ;  its  light  is 
more  penetrating 
than  that  of  o  i  1 
flame  ;  it  is  non- 
explosive,  and 
will  neither  jar 
nor  sweat  out. 
The  Kitsee  bi- 
cycle lamp"  has  a 
one  -sere w  bracket 
which  can  be 
attached  to  t  h  e 
head  or  to  either 
fork,  and  may  be 

instantly  changed  without  the  use  of  a  wrench, 
Its  light  is  smokeless,  and  thus  permits  a  lamp 
open  to  the  roof.  The  crown  is  brilliantly 
illuminated  and  jeweled,  and  forms  an  effective 
rear  or  side  signal,  so  useful  to  the  cyclist 
riding  along  crowded  thoroughfares. 

THE    ROSE    MANUFACTURING    CO. 

The  Rose  Manufacturing  Co.,  of  Philadel- 
phia, Pa. ,  offer  the  Neverout  Bicycle  Lamp  for 
1898,  with  several  minor  improvements  over 
previous  patterns.  This  lamp, 
weighing  but  12  ounces,  burns 
the  most  easily  obtainable  of  all 
oils,  kerosene,  and  gives  an  in- 
tense, steady  and  piercing  light, 
by  means  ofa  well-focused  double 
convex  photo  lens,  backed  by  a 
powerful  reflector.  It  will  burn 
sixteen  hours  without  refilling, 
and,  when  desired,  may  be  taken 
apart,  cleaned  and  quickly  made 
ready  for  further  service.  The 
insulated  kerosene  reservoir  ren- ' 
clers  it  impossible  to  spill  the  oil 
on  the  hands  or  clothing,  and  absolutely  pre- 
vents explosion.  The  rear  danger  signal  de- 
creases the  liability  to  a  collision  from  the  rear, 
as  the  rider  of  a  machine  equipped  with  the 
Neverout  lamp  may  be  seen  from  behind  in  the 
dark.  The  distinctively  new  features  of  this 
5'ear's  patterns  are  a  German  silver  protected 
reflector,  which  throws  a  light  200  feel  or  more 
ahead,  and  a  new  adjustable  bracket  for  ready 
and  secure  attachment  to  any  bicycle  or  car- 
riage. 

MISCELLANEOUS. 

THE    RAMSEY    SWINGING    PEDAL    CO. 

Ramsey's  Swinging  Pedal  is  one  of  the  de- 
cided novelties  for  1898,  designed  primarily  to 
add  to  the  ease  of  controlling  a  bicycle  through 


CYCLING    TRADE  KEVIliW. 


105 


its  drivinj2^  mechanism,  to  render  it  less  difficult 
than  formerly  to  catch  a  slipped  pedal,  and  to 
allow  the  freest  ankle  motion.  In  action,  it 
transmits  automatically,  in  conformity  with 
the  arc  of  the  circle  described  by  the  pedals, 
the  api^lied  power  of  the  rider,  thus  maintain- 
ing the  full  leverage  of  the  crank  over  an  in- 
creased arc  of  that  circle,  converting  the 
straight  push  into  an  improved  and  automatic 
ankle  motion.  It  is  claimed  to  entirely  obviate 
the  "  dead  center,"  thus  avoiding  the  hammer 
blow  and  back  lask  of  the  chain,  developing 
more  propelling  power  than  can  be  obtained  by 
the  best  ankle  motion  with  the  ordinary  pedals. 
The  pick-up  of  a  Ramsey  pedal  is  instantane- 
ous, and  momentum  is  gained  at  once  ;  the 
pedal  is  always  right  side  up,  and  consequently 
the  toe-clip  is  always  ready  for  the  foot.  With 
so  little  depth  of  pedal  beneath  the  foot,  the 
rider  is  enabled  to  sit  nearer  the  ground  with- 
out decreasing  the  distance  between  the  ground 
and  the  pedal.  Manufactured  by  the  Ramsey 
iSwinging  Pedal  Company,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 
Price,  $5.00. 

CUSHMAN    &    DENNISON. 

Messrs.  Cushman  &  Dennison,  of  New  York, 
Tiave  made  but  slight  changes  in  their  1898 
oilers.  The  "  Perfect"  pocket  oiler,  which  has 
been  adopted  by  many  of  the  leading  American 
manufacturers,  has  been  improved  by  a  change 
in  the  valve,  which  includes  an  extra  metal 
washer  and  a  spring  of  increased  strength.  In 
making  the   "Star,"   the   soldering   is    tested 


under  hydraulic  pressure  in  each  oiler.  Its 
body  is  made  of  extra  elastic  metal,  and  an 
■especially  cut  thread  is  used  for  the  screw, 
which  prevents  the  spout  jarring  loose  in  the 
tool  bag,  and  consequent  escape  of  the  oil. 
The  new  oilers  include  the  "  Leader"  and  the 
"  Gem." 

THE  JOSEPh'dIXON  CRUCIBLE  CO. 

Well-prepared  graphite  is  one  of  the  best  and 
most  popular  of  lubricants  for  bicycle  chains. 
The  Joseph  Dixon  Crucible  Company,  of  Jer- 
sey City,  N.  J.,  continue  to  place  on  the  market 
a  preparation  of  this  graphite  in  sticks  of  con- 
venient size  for  carrying  in  a  corner  of  the  tool- 
bag,  or  even  in  the  vest  pocket,  in  which  form 
it  has  reached  an  enormous  and  gratifying  sale. 
The  same  concern  supplies  brazing  graphite  in 
quantities  and  brazing  crucibles  to  manufact- 
urers, agents  and  repairmen. 

THE   BUFFALO    FOOT    CYCLE   CO. 

The  new  cycle  skate,  made  by  the  Buffalo 
Foot  Cycle  Co.,  of  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  is  noiseless, 
■dustless,  ball-bearing,  rubber  tired,  two- 
wheeled,  light  running  and  durable.  Each  pair 
of  skates  has  double  the  number  of  ball-bearings 
used  in  a  bicycle  wheel,  and  each  bearing  is 
fitted  with  the  same  care  and  exactness  as  in 
the  running  mechanism  of  a  high  grade 
machine.  The  smaller  models  have  the  same 
bearings  as  the  larger.  These  skates  are  made 
in  all  sizes,  and  range  in  price  from  $3.50  to  $5. 
They  are  also  interchangeable,  it  being  possible 


CYCLE  SKATE. 

to  change  from  a  roller  skate  to  an  ice  skate  or 
tnce  versa  without  extra  trouble.  Ice  blades 
are  furnished  extra  for  small  amounts,  varying 
accordmg  to  size.  It  is  claimed  that  this  is  the 
fastest,  easiest  running,  and  best  type  of  skate 
yet  produced,  and  the  only  roller  skate  on 
which  fancy  tricks  can  be  accomplished  by  any 
person  accustomed  to  ice  skating. 

THE   BRISTOL   BELL   CO. 

The  new  styles  of  the  Corbin  bells  for  1898 
are  now  on  the  market.  The  decorated  ones, 
including  the    "  L.  A.  W.  bell,"  are  especially 


THE  CORBIN  LOCK 
CLAMP  BELL, 


THE  CORBIN   DECORATED 
BELL. 


attractive.  These  bells,  which  have  been  long 
and  favorably  known,  are  now  made  exclusively 
by  the  Bristol  Bell  Co.,  at  Bristol,  Conn.,  where 
a  new  factory  has  been  erected  for  their 
manufacture.  The  company  has  been  ex- 
perimenting for  several  months  to  secure 
decorations  which  would  not  interfere  with 
the  tone  of  the  bells,  a  difficult  problem  to 
solve  with  the  small  styles  now  generally  used. . 
The  most  notable  and  improved  feature  for 
i8q8  is  the  new  band-clamp,  so  made  as  to 
render  it  unnecessary  to  remove  the  screw  for 
adjustment,  and  at  the  same  time  present 
the  best  possible  appearance. 

THE   FROST    GEAR    CASE    CO. 

The  Frost  Gear  Case  Company,  recently  re- 
moved from  New  York  City  to  Indianapolis, 
Ind.,  offers  the  Frost  gear  case  for  1898  ma- 
terially improved  over  previous  patterns.  Its 
design  has  been  slightly  changed  in  the  lower 
section,  to  leave  there  a  curve,  hardly  percepti- 
ble to  the  eye,  but  sufficient  to  allow  for  the 
sag  in  the  average  chain.  The  case  is  lined 
throughout  with  special  woven  duck,  treated 
with  graphite,  making  the  running  noiseless, 
while  elastic  rubber  joints  render  it  thoroughly 
dust-proof.  The  face-plate  of  each  case  is 
quickly  removable,  giving  access  to  the  gear  at 
all  times,  and  allowing  for  the  removal  of  the 
chain,  the  front  sprocket,  and  even  the  entire 
crank-shaft,  when  desired.  Sprockets  maj^  also 
be  changed  with  equal  facility,  while,  if  the 
rear  wheel  be  punctured  or  any  spokes  broken, 
the  case  maybe  separated,  the  chain-bolt  taken 
out,  and  the  rear  wheel  drawn  out  of  the  frame. 
One  lubrication  is  generally  enough  for  an  en- 
tire season,  a  self-lubricating  chain  keeping 
itself  in  permanent  perfect  condition.  The 
Frost  gear  case  is  regularly  finished  in  black 
enamel  or  nickel  plate. 


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OUTING  FOR  APRIL. 


THE    NEW    DEPARTURE     BELL    CO. 

Extreme  simplicity  of  mechanism  is  well 
marked  in  the  New  Departure  bicycle  bells, 
the  1898  output  of  the  New  Departure  Bell  Co., 
of  Bristol,  Conn., 
three  cuts  of  which 
are  shown  herewith. 
Figure  i  is  the 
beaded  gong  bell 
with  the  lock  clamp, 
made  in  various  sizes 
from  i^  to  3  inches 
in  diameter,  with  the 
beaded  or  plain 
gong,  with  the  lock 
or  plain  clamp,  and 
either  electric  or 
double  stroke  as 
desired.  Figure  2  shows  the  interior  mechan- 
ism of  the  New  Departure  electric  alarm,  with 
the  manipulation  of  which  a  clear  and  shrill 
note  is  given,  without  rattling  or  interference 
with  the  vibration  of  the  gong.  Figure  3  shows 
the  mechanism  of  the  double-stroke  bell,  which 
is  exceedingly  simple  and  durable,  although 
inventors  were  long  in  obtaining  a  simple 
mechanism  to  produce  a  double  stroke. 

Ttie  New  Departure  Bell  Co.  has  the  largest 
bicycle  sundry  factory  in  the  world,  in  which 


FIGURE  2.  FIGURE  3. 

are  produced,  besides  the  large  number  of  New 
Departure  bells,  the  Bristol  bells,  the  New  De- 
parture cyclometer  (non-corrosive;,  the  "  Sykl  " 
foot  pump,  the  New  Departure  automatic  bi- 
cycle brake,  the  New  Departure  trousers  guards, 
etc.  Messrs.  John  H.  Graham  &  Co.,  of  New 
York,  are  sole  selling  agents  for  the  entire 
products  of  this  concern. 

THE   DOOLITTLE    AUTOMATIC   BRAKE   CO. 

The  most  noteworthy  feature  about  the  Doo- 
little  Automatic  Brake,  marketed  by  the  Doo- 
little  Patent  Automatic  Brake  Company,  of 
New  York,  is  that,  being  fitted  to  the  rear  hub, 
it  becomes  practically  a  part  of  the  running 
mechanism  of  the  machine.  All  parts  of  the 
brake  are  on  the  sleeve  or  hub,  and  revolve 
with  it,  except  the  outside,  or  friction  disk. 
When  the  brake  is  once  applied,  the  friction- 
band,  being  tight  on  the  collar  of  the  sleeve, 
holds  the  sprocket,  and  therefore  the  disks  are 
held  in  contact  at  equal  pressure  until  by  for- 
ward pedaling  they  are  separated.  The  rider 
is  thus  enabled  to  apply  the  brake  at  the  top  of 
a  hill,  place  his  feet  upon  the  coasters,  and  ride 
to  the  bottom  without  further  effort.  If,  how- 
ever, the  grade  of  the  hill  should  increase, 
causing  a  too  great  acceleration  of  the  speed  of 
the  machine,   the   cyclist  has  but  to  apply  this 


brake  with  greater  power.  When  a  rider  sees 
an  obstruction  ahead,  his  natural  impulse  is  to 
back-pedal.  Thus,  when  a  bicycle  is  fitted  with 
the  Doolittle  brake,  too  great  a  speed  is  checked 
with  ease,  and  with  a  rapidity  depending  en- 
tirely upon  the  amount  of  the  back-pedaling 
force  exerted  ;  but  when  the  obstruction  is 
passed,  a  forward  thrust  upon  the  pedals  re- 
leases the  brake. 

Will  it  fit  if  I  get  it?  is  the  query  that 
determines  the  desire  for  many  personal  nov- 
elties. The  Howard  Toe-clamp  for  cyclists  is 
adjustable  to  any  width  of  pedal  needed.  Hence 
its  usefulness.  Send  for  circulars  to  the  Howard 
Manufacturing  Co.,  Grand  Rapids,  Mich. 

THE   NEW    RACING    RULES. 

The  full  text  of  the  new  rules  of  the  National . 
Racing  Board  of  the  L.  A.W.  had  not  been  pub- 
lished up  to  the  date  of  our  going  to  press ,  but 
amongst  their  provisions  will  be  one  that  settles 
beyond  dispute  the  question  of  how  many 
riders  are  necessary  to  make  a  race.  The  fol- 
lowing rule  has  been  adopted  : 

Promoters  may  make  it  a  condition  that  a  certain 
number  must  start  to  make  a  race  ;  but  in  that  case, 
to  make  it  a  contract,  the  entry  blank  must  contain  a 
clause  similar  to  the  following' :  "  In  scratch  races 
there  must  be  four  starters  or  they  will  not  be  run, 
and  in  handicaps  there  must  be  six  starters  or  they 
will  not  be  run."  If  this  clause  is  not  inserted,  every 
race  on  the  entry  blank  for  which  there  are  starters- 
must  be  run. 

With  regard  to  tracks  it  is  enacted  that : 

Tracks  shall  be  measured  on  a  line  drawn  eighteen 
inches  out  from  a  ■well-defined,  fixed,  and  continuous 
inner  curb  or  pole.  No  record  shall  be  allowed  on  a 
track  otherwise  measured.  A  track  may  be  held  re- 
sponsible for  any  unsanctioned  races  that  are  run 
upon  it,  or  for  the  non-delivery  of  prizes  for  races 
given  upon  it,  and  when  a  track  is  disciplined  for  that 
or  any  other  reason,  it  shall  be  ineligible  for  racing  or 
training  purposes. 

And  in  order  to  clearly  define  the  jurisdiction 
of  the  L.  A.  W.  over  racing,  the  following  new 
rules  will  be  enforced  : 

The  start  of  a  man  in  any  event  of  a  sanctioned 
meet  shall  constitute  a  contract  by  all  parties  con- 
cerned that  the  event  and  meet  are  under  the  jurisdic- 
tion of  the  Racing  Board,  and  that  all  disputes,  prizes, 
jurisdiction  of  officials,  and  every  question  whatever 
connected  with  the  event  or  meet  are  subject  to  the  de- 
cision of  the  board. 

The  Prowler. 


BASEBALL. 


lANDIDATES    for    the 

teams    of   the    season 

of    189S   have   been 

hard  at  work   indoors 

for  at  least  a  month, 

but  until  some  outdoor  work 

has  been  done,  estimates  of 

the  value  of  new  material 

are,  at  most,  speculation. 

Concerning  those  who 
have  played  in  former  years, 
however,  either  as  regulars 
or  substitutes,  and  who 
are  to  be  candidates  this 
year,  something  of  value 
may  be  said. 

Princeton  has  lost  heav- 
ily and  will  have  to  fill 
several  important 
positions  with  new 
men.  Wilson,  Jayne, 
and  Altman,  pitchers 
and  outfielders,  Brad- 
ley, outfielder,  and 
second  baseman  Smith  have  graduated.  This 
leaves  Princeton  without  her  two  most  effective 
pitchers,  her  second  baseman  and  two  outfield- 
ers. Kafer  will  undoubtedly  catch,  and  should 
be  the  best  of  the  college  catchers  this  year. 
Kelly  will  again  play  first,  and  Butler  in  some 
other  infield  position.  Third  baseman  Hilde- 
brand  and  Easton,  who  played  in  the  field  last 
year,  are  both  good  pitchers  and  will  probably 
be  reserved  for  that  position.  This  leaves  two 
new  infielders  and  a  whole  new  outfield  to  be 
provided,  though  Easton  can  field  one  outfield 
position  when  not  needed  as  a  pitcher.  Suter 
and  Wheeler  have  both  played  in  Princeton's 
outfield  at  various  times  and  may  be  regarded 
as  seasoned  material.  It  will  be  readily  seen 
that  Kafer  and  Kelly  are  probably  the  only 
members  of  the  team  of  1897  who  will  be  seen 
this  year  in  their  old  places,  and  that  Princeton 
is  infer  a  thorough  reorganization,  with  several 
changes  of  position  and  at  least  four  new  men. 
At  Yale  the  changes  are  not  so  numerous. 
Goodwin,  who  did  most  of  the  catching,  is  in 
college, but  Keifer,  anew  man,  is  said  to  do  bet- 
ter work.  Letton  at  first  base  and  Fincke  at 
third  have  graduated,  leaving  two  new  infield- 
ers to  be  provided.  Camp  and  Hazen,  short- 
stop and  second  base  of  last  year's  team,  are 
candidates  this  year.  Keator's  graduation  took 
the  best  outfielder,  but  Captain  Greenway, 
Wear,  and  Hecker,  all  of  whom  played  last  year, 


should  fill  the  places  very  acceptably.  Yale  has 
lost  none  of  last  year's  pitchers,  except  Fmcke, 
who  pitched  an  occasional  game.  Captain 
Greenway  is  the  best  man  of  the  lot,  but  his 
arm  has  not  been  in  good  pitching  condition  for 
a  year  and  it  is  very  doubtful  if  he  can  stand 
the  work  this  year.  With  him  out  of  the  race 
Feary  is  the  best  of  last  year's  men.  His  work 
was  none  too  good  last  year  and  Yale  will  prob- 
ably rely  on  new  material.  Yale's  team  is  there- 
fore but  little  changed  from  last  year's,  and 
should  be  strong  if  a  good  pitcher  can  be  devel- 
oped. The  battmg  of  Keator  and  Letton  will 
be  missed,  but  otherwise  the  team  starts  off 
about  as  strong  as  it  was  at  the  close  of  last 
year. 

Harvard's  chances  depend  almost  wholly  on 
her  success  in  developing  a  battery  to  re- 
place Paine  and,  Scannell.  Dean  and  Steven- 
son at  second  and  third  have  graduated,  but 
their  places  will  be  easily  filled  by  strong  play- 
ers. Haughton  will  probably  be  moved  from 
first  to  second,  and  Lewis,  of  last  year's  fresh- 
man team,  placed  on  first.  There  are  several  of 
the  "  second  nine  ''  players  who  can  fill  Steven- 
son's place  very  satisfactorily.  Chandler,  last 
years  shortstop,  is  a  candidate  for  his  old  place, 
but  has  several  dangerous  "seeond  nine"  rivals. 
In  the  outfield  Rand  and  Burgess  will  undoubt- 
edly play  a  fourth  year,  and  Lynch,  a  substi- 
tute for  the  1897  team,  is  ever^r  bit  as  strong  a 
player  as  Beale,  whose  graduation  has  left  cen- 
ter-field vacant.  It  is  too  early  to  say  anything 
of  the  battery  candidates.  Outside  the  battery 
Harvard  will  be  stronger  than  last  year,  and 
has  the  whole  of  last  year's  unusually  good 
freshman  team  as  substitutes. 

At  Pennsylvania  practically  all  of  last  year's 
team  are  at  work,  and  the  onlj'-  place  that  is 
giving  much  anxiety  is  that  of  pitcher.  For 
this  place  there  are  several  strong  candidates, 
but  just  how  good  a  pitcher  Penns5dvania  will 
develop  is  as  yet  a  mere  matter  of  speculation. 
The  team  as  a  whole  should  be  stronger  than 
last  year's,  as  most  of  last  year's  men  were  inex- 
perienced. 

At  Brown  the  stone-  wall  infield  is  still  in- 
tact, and  is  in  itself  a  splendid  beginning. 
Brown  has  lost  two  of  her  pitchers,  and  must 
develop  some  new  batteries  to  be  as  strong  as 
she  was  last  3^ear. 

Little  has  been  heard  from  Cornell,  and  the 
colleges  of  the  New  England  Association  were 
late  in  beginning  outdoor  practice. 

Post  Captain. 


PHOTOGRAPHY. 

(Ceramic  Photography  Continued  from  March.) 


HAVING  made  the  preparations  described 
in  last  month's  issue,  the  first  step  is  to 
make  a  transparency,  a  diapositive  the 
size  of  the  intended  enamel,  exactly  as 
an  ordinary  lantern  slide;  indeed,  some 
of  the  best  enamels  that  I  have  seen  were  made 
from  unmounted  slides.  A  suitable  transparency 
having  been  provided,  a  piece  of  glass  a  little 
larger  than  the  intended  enamel  is  thoroughly 
cleaned  and  warmed  over  a  spirit  lamp  or  other 


convenient  source  of  heat,  to  a  degree  that  may 
just  be  comfortably  borne  by  the  back  of  the 
hand  ;  and  coated  with  the'mixed  and  filtered 
solution  by  pouring  on  and  off, as  in  coating  with 
collodion,  or  varnishing  a  negative,  taking  care 
to  remove  the  last  drops  by  touching  the  corner, 
with  blotting  paper.  It  may  be  set  aside  to  dry, 
or  dried  over  the  spirit  lamp,  and  is  then  ready 
for  printing.  This  is  done  by  contact  in  an  or- 
dinary printing-frame  ;  and,  with  a  positive  of 


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average  density,  may  require  an  exposure  of 
from  four  to  eight  minutes  in  good  diffused 
daylight,  or  the  burning  of  about  a  foot  of 
magnesium  ribbon.  The  exposure  should  be 
such  that  the  highest  lights  will  have  become 
non-absorbent,  while  the  deepest  shadows  will, 
in  the  presence  of  moisture,  become  sufficiently 
tacky  to  cause  enough  of  the  powder  to  adhere 
to  render  them  practically  opaque 

Development,  or  the  production  of  the  image, 
is  effected  by  charging  the  mop  with  the  ce- 
ramic powder  and  applying  it  with  a  circular 
motion  all  over  the  exposed  plate  ;  but,  between 
exposure  and  developm.ent  there  must  elapse 
sufficient  time,  depending,  of  course,  on  the 
hygrometric  state  of  the  atmosphere,  to  allow 
the  film  to  absorb  the  necessary  moisture. 
Under-exposure  is  indicated  by  the  powder 
adhering  too  plentifully,  or  where  it  is  not 
wanted,  and  over-exposure  by  its  not  adher- 
ing sufficiently  ;  the  latter  may  sometimes  be 
helped  by  gently  breathing  on  the  surface. 
The  brushing  should  be  continued  till  the 
image  is  completely  developed,  and  just  a 
shade  darker  than  the  finished  enamel  is  want- 
ed ;  and  then  coated  with  the  collodion.  When 
this  is  dry  the  picture  may  be  trimmed  to  the 
desired  size  and  shape,  and  placed  in  a  dish  of 
water  till,  in  the  form  of  a  film,  it  leaves  the 
plate.  Transferred  to  a  second  or  even  a  third 
dish  of  water  till  sufficiently  washed,  the 
article  on  which  the  picture  is  to  be  burnt  is 
gently  slipped  under  it,  and  as  they  are  slowly 
withdrawn  from  the  water  the  position  is  ad- 
justed by  means  of  a  camel-hair  brush,  and  they 
are  allowed  to  dry. 

The  plaque,  opal,  or  porcelain  article  is  now 
ready  for  the  fire,  and  it  is  here  that  the  first 
difficulty  or  uncertainty  may  be  encountered — 


that  of  knowing  just  how  hot  to  make  the 
muffle  and  how  long  to  submit  the  enamel  to 
it.  An  idea  may  be  got  by  experimenting  with 
a  piece  of  opal  glass  ;  raising  the  heat  and  in- 
creasing the  time  till  it  begins  to  soften,  as 
what  is  required  is  just  a  little  short  of  that — 
high  enough  to  fuse  the  ceramic  powder,  but 
not  so  high  as  to  fuse  or  even  soften  the  sur- 
face on  which  it  lies. 

At  the  proper  moment,  which  a  very  little 
practice  with  careful  observation  will  en- 
able one  to  ascertain,  the  enamel  is  with- 
drawn, and,  in  an  oven,  or  by  any  suitable 
way,  gradually  cooled,  so  that  it  may  be  an- 
nealed, after  which,  if  the  operator  is  satisfied 
with  a  more  or  less  mat  surface,  it  is  finished 
and  ready  for  mounting. 

When  a  highly  glossy  surface  is  desired,  and 
for  brooches,  etc.,  that  is  generally  preferred, 
the  application  of  a  glaze  and  a  second  firing  are 
necessarJ^  The  glaze  is  an  impalpable  powder 
of  an  easily  fused  silicate,  supplied  by  those 
who  deal  in  the  ceramic  powders,  and  should 
be  suspended  in  collodion  and  applied  to  the 
surface  of  the  enamel.  When  perfectly  dry,  it 
should  be  placed  in  the  partially  heated  muffle 
and  the  temperature  gradually  raised  to  just 
the  fusing  point,  after  which  the  annealing  pro- 
cess should  be  repeated  ;  although  when  it  is 
known  that  the  picture  is  to  be  glazed,  the  first 
annealing  may  be  omitted. 

The  beauty  and  permanence  of  a  ceramic 
photograph  are  universally  admitted,  and  the 
process  is  not  even  so  difficult  as  from  the 
description  it  may  seem,  so  that  I  may  venture 
to  hope  that  this  may  induce  some  at  least  to 
give  it  a  trial. 

Dr.  John  Nicol. 


ANSWERS  TO  CORRESPONDENTS. 


Mr.  Fred  K.  M.,  EUisburg,  N.  Y.— The  cham- 
pions of  the  Tri-Collegiate  Baseball  League 
of  New  England  (more  properly  called  the  New 
England  Intercollegiate  Baseball  Association) 
have  been  as  follows:  1S87,  Williams  College; 
1888,  WiUiams  College;  1S89,  Williams  College; 
1S90,  Amherst  University;  1891,  Amherst  Uni- 
versity; 1892,  Dartmouth  College;  1893,  Am- 
herst University;  1894,  Williams  College  and 
Dartmouth  College;  1895,  Williams  College; 
1S96,  Williams  College;  1897,  Williams  College. 

C.  B.  B.,  San  Antonio  — The  main  object  of 
the  Audubon  Society  is  to  prevent  the  slaugh- 
ter of  birds  by  plume-hunters  and  those  who 
destroy  birds  for  money.  We  beg  to  differ  on 
the  question  of  sportsmanship.  There  is  a 
broad  chasm  between  the  killing  of  birds  for 
food  and  for  money. 

Canuck  — The  single  goal  that  was  allowed 
passed  the  posts  so  high  that  many  people 
thought  it  could  not  possibly  have  scored. 
After  the  game  was  over,  the  goal-posts  were 
measured  and  found  to  be  over  six  inches 
higher  than  the  rules  permit,  and  the  losers 
immediately  put  in  a  protest.  If  the  League 
allows  the  claim,  the  game  will  have  to  be  re- 
played. 


Pluck. — A  rumor  was  circulated  that  Mr.  C. 
Day  Rose  intends  to  challenge  next  year  for 
the  America's  cup  with  his  new  Watson  cutter 
Aurora.  Mr.  Rose,  however,  has  denied  that 
he  ever  contemplated  such  a  thing.  There  is  a 
general  opinion  in  the  New  York  Yacht  Club, 
however,  that  a  challenge  will  be  sent  before 
a  great  while. 

B  B. — Always  ride  with  the  mouth  closed. 
When  this  is  impossible  reduce  the  pace  if  on 
the  level,  or  dismount  and  walk  if  hill-climbing. 

Ted. — The  largest  cycle  ever  constructed, 
seated  ten  riders.  It  was  made  by  the  Waltham 
Manufacturing  Company,  of  Waltham,  Mass., 
and  ycleped"The  Oriten."  The  principal  dimen- 
sions of  this  giant  cj^cle  are  as  follows  :  Length 
over  all,  23  feet  9  inches  ;  length  from  hub  to 
hub,  20  feet  3  inches  ;  total  weight,  305  pounds  ; 
weight  of  frame  alone,  132  pounds  ;  tread,  5 
inches  ;  diameter  of  wheels,  30  inches  ;  diame- 
ter of  tubing,  I  ^  inches  ;  gauge  of  tubing,  14 
to  20,  according  to  the  strain  ;  distance  from 
saddle-post  to  saddle-post,  22  inches  ;  diameters 
of  sprockets  :  largest,  16  inches  ;  smallest,  6 
inches  ;  size  of  tires,  2  inches. 

Frequent  and  long-continued  exposure  to  the 
sun's  rays  does  deteriorate  a  pneumatic  tire. 


Painted  for  Outing  by  Jas.  L.  "Weston.  See  "  A  Bit  of  a  River."    (//.  i^.S-ijs.') 

"  A  BOY  OF  THE   OLD   BRIGADE." 


Outing. 


Vol.  XXXII. 


MAY,  1898. 


No. 


A    i^AY=DAY    TROUTlfK 


BY  GEORGIA   ROBERTS. 


W 


E  passed  through  the  dusk  of  the  dawning  day, 
Through  meadowy  spaces  bright  with 
bloom, 
Down  balsamy  aisles  of  woodland  way. 
Thro'  slumbering  hollows,  still  a-gloom. 

Awa5''  to  the  dark  stream's  mossy  side, 
Past  lines  of  alders  that  lean  and  drink, 

To  the  far,  deep  pools,  where  the  treasures  hide 
Under  rough  rocks  lining  the  ragged  brink. 

Which,  translated  into  hard,  cold, 
everyday,  four  o'clock  a.  m.,  got -to - 
get  -  your  -  own  -  breakfast  prose,  means 
that  we  were  going  trout-fishing. 

The  writer  has  hunted  for  years — ever 
since  the  first  exciting  chases  in  the 
back-yard,  armed  with  a  bow,  and 
arrows  which  were  blunted  to  prevent 
injury  to  the  eyes,  heads  and  windows 
of  long-suffering  neighbors.  She  has 
fished  since  the  first  bent  pin,  loaded 
with  beefsteak  (in  those  halcyon  days 
one  couldn't  stick  a  worm),  was  lowered 
carefully  before  the  nose  of  an  independ- 
ent and  scoffing  minnow  ;  but  even  now 
there  is  something  most  depressing 
about  the  first  few  moments  when  you 
arise  in  the  dark  and  wonder  bitterly 
why  you  had  not  retired  earlier  the  pre- 
vious night.  You  turn  out  into  the 
clear,  crisp,  stinging  air  of  morning, 
finding  it  still  too  dark  to  see  yourself 
in  the  four-by-six  looking-glass  tacked 


to  the  outside  of  the  camp,  perform 
grudging  ablutions  in  icy  water,  and 
wish  from  your  heart  that  there  was 
some  one  else  to  get  breakfast.  But  by 
the  time  the  salt  pork  has  been  fished 
from  its  "  kaig "  and  fried,  the  coffee 
made  and  the  pancakes  stirred,  your 
temporarily  allayed  enthusiasm  returns, 
and  you  set  off  for  the  trout  stream. 

Breakfast  bolted  then,  one  morning 
last  May,  we  shouldered  our  baskets  and 
tackle,  and,  after  locking  the  camp  and 
sticking  the  key  between  two  logs  with 
a  bit  of  moss  over  it,  made  our  way 
through  the  cold,  odorous  darkness  along 
the  eastern  bank  of  Wolf  Creek.  Behind 
us,  the  stream  struggled  for  half  a  mile 
around,  over  and  under  all  sorts  of 
obstructing  stones  and  windfalls,  until  it 
joined  the  middle  branch  of  the  Oswe- 
gatchie  River,  winding  its  twisted  way 
for  miles  through  those  glorious  soli- 
tudes until  it  emerged  under  the  open 
skies  and  exchanged  the  leafy  gloom, 
where  shy  wild  things  came  to  drink 
and  bathe,  for  sandy  banks  and  sunny 
stretches  where  the  cows  go  wading. 

Seven  days  previous  we  had  left  those 
same  farms  behind  us  and  had  gayly 
tramped   the    fifteen    miles    into    Wolf 


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A   MAY-DAY   TROUTING, 


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Creek  Camp,  and  had  there  taken 
possession.  Sidney,  the  long-suffering, 
had  packed  in  most  of  the  duffle, 
weighing  about  fifty  pounds,  while  I 
carried  the  remainder,  weighing,  at  the 
start,  about  fifteen  pounds.  The  last 
two  miles  it  easily  weighed  the  square 
of  that.  Both  shoulder-blades  were 
bruised  and  my  arms  perceptibly 
lengthened.  What  that  pack  basket 
must  have  felt  like  chills  me  to  con- 
jecture. I  know  that  it  went  down  on 
the  camp  floor  with  a  thump  that  dented 
a  can  of  condensed  milk. 

After  one  day  devoted  to  rest  and 
prowling  around  the  old  haunts,  we 
lovingly  put  our  fly-books  in  shape  for 
the  fortieth  time  since  planning  the  trip, 
looked  oyer  our  tackle  and  prepared  for 
business. 

The  following  morning  we  began  to 
fish.  Luck  seemed  with  us  and  we 
brought  home  good  strings  each  night, 
or  rather  Sidney  did,  while  I  generally 
had  a  few.  We  fished  the  river  in  its 
best  places  and  found  some  good-sized 
trout,  but  they  were  very  shy  and  not 
so  plentiful  as  in  the  creek.  Each  day 
our  walks  grew  longer  as  we  fished  over 
the  pools  near  camp  and  gradually  drew 
away  into  the  wild  and  less  accessible 
interior.  Few  care  to  penetrate  to  spots 
only  gained  by  long  tramps  and  weari- 
some climbs  around  rapids  and  over 
windfalls. 

On  the  morning  of  which  I  write,  we 
moved  with  a  rapidity  made  possible  by 
frequent  trips,  and  passed  the  three  or 
four  miles  of  creek  already  fishedto  apart 
of  the  stream  quite  new  to  us.  In  silence 
we  pressed  forward  until,  at  an  exclama- 
tion from  Sidney,  I  looked  up  from  my 
anxious  search  for  safe  foothold  on  the 
rough  stones,  and  stood  fairly  speech- 
less, The  creek  had  made  one  of  the 
sudden  turns  all  woodmen  know,  and 
rounding  it  we  were  confronted  by  a 
view  of  surpassing  grandeur.  Over 
huge  boulders,  surely  piled  by  the 
mighty  hands  of  some  forgotten  and 
giant  race,  leaped  the  stream,  a  boiling 
and  foaming  surge  of  water.  At  the 
base  of  the  fall  great  patches  of  stiff, 
shaking  yellow  foam  sailed  slowly 
around  and  around  a  deep  black  pool 
about  twenty-five  yards  in  diameter. 
There  were  but  few  overhanging 
trees,  and  in  that  clear  black  mirror 
every  cloud  in  the  gray  sky  was  faith- 
fully reflected. 


"  Bet  you  there  are  some  old  sockers 
in  there  !  "  roared  Sidney. 

The  noise  of  the  falling  water  as  we 
approached  was  deafening.  He  jointed 
and  strung  his  rod,  and,  sitting  down, 
began  hunting  out  a  good  fat  worm.  I 
simply  couldn't  fish  in  that  place. 
Nature,  always  so  ready  to  reward  her 
lovers,  had  suddenly  disclosed  to  us  a 
picture  of  such  wild  beauty,  that  I  felt 
unable  to  do  more  than  appreciate  it. 
So,  perching  on  a  rock  at  the  edge  of 
the  rapids,  I  divided  my  attention  be- 
tween the  impetuous  rush  of  water 
above  and  the  calm  and  unheeding 
votary  of  Isaac  Walton  below.  The 
bait  rightly  adjusted,  Sidney  began  a 
series  of  delicate  casts  here  and  there 
over  the  smooth  surface  of  the  great 
pool.  Once,  twice,  a  third  time  the  im- 
paled sacrifice  flicked  the  pool,  when 
zip — swish — boo — click  !  And  quicker 
than  I  can  tell  it,  almost  more  rapidly 
than  eye  could  follow,  a  mighty  trout, 
fit  denizen  of  that  place^  had  cut  the 
silent  water,  snapped  the  bait  and  was 
off ;  had  felt  the  strange,  restraining 
thread  ;  had  made  a  wild  dive  here  and 
there,  and  then  stopped  sulking.  I 
stood  up,  my  heart  thumping. 

"  It's  a  whale,"  said  Sidney,  and  re- 
lapsed into  silence. 

How  the  line  whistled,  how  the  reel 
sang,  as  the  cunning  old  fellow  schemed 
and  struggled  for  liberty ;  turning, 
twisting,  jerking,  angrily  shaking,  and 
occasionally  making  lunges  and  leaps 
that  gave  our  hungry  eyes  most  tanta- 
lizing glimpses  of  his  jeweled  sides. 
Again  and  again  he  flashed  the  length 
of  the  pool,  always  returning  at  a  speed 
that  made  the  lightning  work  of  the  reel 
a  necessity.  Just  once  as  he  sulked  I 
glanced  at  Sidney.  He  stood  knee- deep 
in  the  water  at  that  inoment  ;  his  hunt- 
ing cap  was  cocked  over  one  ear  and 
his  face  was  puckered  with  an  anxiety 
which  only  characterizes  it  at  such 
times  of  tremendous  moment. 

Mee-e-e-e  whined  the  silken  thread. 
Once  more  the  fight  was  on.  Again 
and  agaiin  the  frail  rod  bent  tmtil  it 
^eemed  that  it  must  snap.  Presently, 
however,  the  rests  grew  more  frequent, 
and  it  took  all  of  Sidney's  delicate  urging 
to  start  Sir  Trout  from  his  quiet.  More 
and  more  feeble  grew  the  rushes,  and 
at  last,  after  a  final  masterly  plaj^  of  the 
rod,  he  lay  before  us.  How  we  gloated 
over  him  and  admired  his  brilliant  sides, 


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how  we  weighed  him  and  measured 
him  and  fought  the  battle  over,  every 
fisherman  knows.  He  was  a  giant  of 
his  tribe  at  that,  weighing,  as  he  came 
from  the  water,  a  good  two  pounds. 

We  rested  from  our  labors  then  and 
made  a  delicious  lunch  of  bread  and 
butter,  and  trout,  spitted  on  green  twigs 
and  roasted  over  a  little  fire.  Then, 
after  Sidney's  smoke  and  a  further  con- 
templation of  the  "  whale,"  we  moved 
on  for  two  or  three  miles,  stopping  oc- 
casionally at  some  promising  spot,  and 
adding  to  our  store  a  good  collection  of 
average-size  fish.  We  were  now  nearing 
a  locality  of  which  we  had  often  heard, 
from  the  few  old  hunters  who  had  ex- 
plored it ;  a  wild  and  untraveled  section, 
called  the  Swamp.  Through  it  ran  the 
creek,  so  onward  we  went.  Of  all  the 
dismal,  wild  places  that  was  the  worst ; 
low  and  damp  enough  to  chill  one  to 
the  bone. 

"  Isn't  this  horrid  ?  "  I  ejaculated. 

"Yes,  dismal  old  hole,"  said  Sidney, 
the  prosaic,  and  sat  down  on  a  rock  to 
fit  a  new  tip  to  his  rod,  the  other  having 
been  badly  sprung  in  what  we  termed 
the  Great  Encounter.  It  was  a  dismal 
old  hole.  Dore  would  have  reveled  in 
it.  It  looked  to  me  like  snakes  ;  though 
the  only  one  I  have  ever  seen  in  the 
woods  was  a  small,  extremely  dead  one 
of  the  garter  variety.  About  us  reigned 
that  sort  of  profound  silence  that  pre- 
cedes thunder-storms  or  cyclones  ;  a 
foreboding  and  ominous  hush — a  hush 
which  had  lasted  through  all  the  ages, 
and  must  still  brood  there  for  all 
time,  unless,  in  centuries  to  come,  the 
ever-swelling  flood  of  humanity  should 
oversweep  even  the  fastnesses  of  the 
earth  and  blot  out  the  last  beautiful 
hunting  grounds,  reclaiming  the  stub- 
born wilderness  and  turning  the  danc- 
ing, rushing  stream  into  bricked-up 
bounds.  Water-power  for  a  packing 
house,  perhaps !  Now,  however,  the 
swamp  lies  there,  silent  and  forbidding. 
Here  and  there  heaps  of  enormous 
boulders  lay  piled ;  beyond  them  a 
great  tree,  weather-beaten  by  the  storms 
of  many  years,  stretched  a  tangle  of  thin 
white  branches  across  the  water.  Still 
Sidney  pressed  on  until,  striking  a  good 
bit  of  water,  he  began  casting,  and  I 
started  on  a  few  steps  to  get  space  for 
my  rod  and  line. 

As  I  stood  adjusting  my  leader  I 
glanced  up-stream  in  time  to  see  some- 


thing, a  form  or  a  shadow,  stir  in  a 
dense  alder  thicket  eight  or  nine  rods 
ahead,  while  at  that  moment  the  air  was 
suddenly  filled  with  a  most  frightful, 
piercing  scream.  Shrill,  thin, long- drawn- 
out,  it  enveloped  me  with  horror. 

I  have  never  heard  one  of  my  own 
sex  raise  any  great  commotion,  but  I 
can  imagine  some  choice  inquisitorial 
torture  wringing  from  us  just  such 
quavering,  high-pitch  sounds  of  mortal 
agony.  After  the  first  dreadful  moment, 
in  which  movement  was  impossible,  I 
made  a  wild  plunge  for  Sidney,  and 
clutched  him.     He  looked  startled. 

"  Good  heavens,  what  is  it  ? "  I  gasped, 
holding  him  with  a  firm  grip. 

"  What  an  unearthly  yell,"  said  Sid- 
ney. "  It's  a  panther.  I  didn't  think 
there  was  one  left  in  the  woods." 

"  There  evidently  is,"  I  whispered, 
shakily.  "  Come  on,  let's  get  out  of 
this." 

"  Pshaw  ;  where's  your  sporting  blood. 
Nan  ?    There's  a  great  trout-hole  ahead." 

"  Well,  the  trout  can  stay  in  it  ;  my 
sporting  blood  does  not  indicate  the 
necessity  of  staying  around  here  to  be 
clawed  by  that  fiendish  animal.  We 
haven't  so  much  as  a  hunting-knife,"  I 
urged. 

"  Why,  great  Scott  !  My  dear,  we  are 
not  half  as  badly  scared  as  he  is  ;  he  is 
probably  in  the  next  county  by  this 
time.  Besides,  a  panther  never  will 
attack  anyone  in  the  day  time,  any  way. 
Come  on,  I  am  going  up  there  and 
fish  ;  "  and  thus  did  Sidney  gently  calm 
my  fears  and  lead  me  forth  to  safety. 
He  now  swears  that  what  we  saw  was  a 
deer  breaking  cover,  and  the  unearthly 
scream  came  from  some  disturbed  owl. 
Perfectly  ridiculous  !  I  know  it  was  a 
panther. 

Sidney  fished,  and  secured  seven 
beauties,  after  each  one  turning  mock- 
ingly to  me  to  say,  "  How  is  that  for 
your  panther  ? " 

But  I  sat  on  a  high  rock  and  wished  I 
had  as  many  eyes  as  a  fly.  I  tried  to 
look  all  ways  at  once,  but  naturally 
couldn't,  and  the  locality  which  I  could 
not  view  at  the  instant  felt  occupied  and 
suspicious  and  gave  me  cold  chills. 

Presently,  to  my  relief,  we  turned 
down-stream,  and,  fishing  now  and  then 
over  choice  bits,  made  our  way  steadily 
to  the  large  pool  where  the  Great  En- 
counter had  occurred.  Then,  although 
the  afternoon  was  waning,  Sidney  would 


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go  no  further,  declaring-  that  he  must 
have  one  more  cast;  for,  he  said,  he  was 
positive  that  the  grandfather  of  our 
great  trout  lived  somewhere  in  that 
pool.  I  had  lively  visions  of  being  over- 
taken by  darkness  and  remaining  out  all 
nigJit  in  the  woods  surrounded  by  a 
select  circle  of  screaming  panthers,  but 
resigned  myself  and  watched  Sidney. 
Again  and  again  he  cast,  while  not  even 
a  four-inch  trout  rose  to  the  bait.  He 
glanced  at  me. 

"  Just  one  more  now,"  he  said,  "  and 
then  we  will  make  for  camp." 

Again  the  bait  danced  across  the 
water,  lying  slate-colored  in  the  waning 
light.  Airily  it  flew  here  and  there,  as 
if  imbued  with  life,  lightly  flecked  the 
water  and  rose,  when  swish !  whale 
number  two  leaped  his  whole  length 
from  the  water  as  if  to  show  his  size, 
gave  a  vicious  snap  and  darted  off,  the 
sole  possessor  of  Sidney's  best  leader. 
I  looked  at  the  despoiled  angler,  ready 
to  give  a  shocked  and  expostulatory 
"  Si6.nee  !  "  but  for  the  moment  he  was 
past  speech  of  any  description.  When 
he  did  speak  it  was  to  say  wrathfully  : 

"  A  good  pound  heavier  than  the  one 
I've  got.  You  just  wait.  I'll  have  the 
gentleman  yet.  We'll  come  here  to- 
morrow and  have  another  go  at  him." 

That  mishap  ended  the  day's  fishing, 
and  we  hurried  to  camp,  reaching  it 
after  stumbling  the  last  quarter-mile 
over  a  well-known  trail  in  the  dark. 

The  morning  dishes  were  wrestled 
with  while  the  fire  came  up,  and  after 
the  usual  supper  of  pancakes,  salt  pork, 
trout  and  coffee  had  been  disposed  of, 
we  retired  to  sink  instantly  into  that 
dreamless  slumber  which,  unmindful  of 
dietary  insults,  comes  to  the  weary 
sportsman. 

Same  camp  routine  next  dawn,  only 
earlier,  because  Sidney  thirsted  for  the 
fray. 

Reaching  the  pool  (no  stops  by  the 
way)  Sidney  warned  me  to  be  quiet,  and 
began  casting  in  his  most  seductive 
manner.  Rise  after  rise  only  proved 
to  be  the  smallest  trout  allowed  by  law. 
Some  he  threw  back  ;  others,  larger, 
were  tossed  scornfully  on  the  mossy 
stones,  whence  I  gathered  them  in  the 
basket.  Suddenly  the  bait  was  taken 
by  a  specimen  about  five  inches  long. 
vSidney  gave  his  rod  a  vicious  yank  mut- 
tering, "  I'll  teach  you  minnows  to 
monkey  with  bait  half  your  size  !  "  and 


up  in  the  tree-top  went  the  little  trout, 
the  impetus  winding  the  line  several 
times  around  the  stout  twig.  He  had 
finally  to  cut  the  line.  Doubtless,  that 
bait  and  line  and  possibly  a  little  sun- 
dried  trout  are  hanging  there  yet. 

After  so  much  commotion  it  was  use- 
less to  attempt  the  pool  again  until 
later,  so  we  adjourned  to  a  sunny  spot 
on  the  nearest  ridge  and  had  lunch, 
afterward  exploring  a  little  for  deer 
tracks.  As  the  afternoon  waned  we  re- 
turned, and  Sidney  commenced  a  series 
of  the  most  delicate  casts.  After  a 
number  of  fruitless  efforts  a  little  ripple 
cut  the  water  and  the  bait  quietly  dis- 
appeared. 

"  Another  darned  minnow !  "  <cried 
Sidney,  giving  his  rod  a  disgusted  jerk. 
It  bent  double,  then  straightened  out, 
with  the  broken  line  dancing  and  quiver- 
ing. 

Shades  of  the  Gentle  Angler  !  Was 
that  a  minnow,  whose  broadside  and 
flashing  tail  showed  for  a  moment  as  he 
jerked  away  and  disappeared  ?  Then  I 
did  have  a  chance  to  s^y  "  Sidneel  "  for 
that  individual,  usually  calm,  temperate 
and  polite,  sat  down  and  said  things  for 
a  full  minute. 

So,  after  a  wasted  day,  we  returned 
to  camp.  We  found  it  open,  the  fire 
going  and,  bliss  unspeakable,  the  dishes 
washed.  Mr.  Humes,  the  genial  host 
upon  whose  preserves  we  were  fishing, 
one  of  the  veteran  guides  and  t/ie 
mighty  hunter  of  the  Adirondacks,  had 
stopped  for  the  night  on  his  way  to  Ox 
Bow,  another  camp  five  miles  beyond. 
After  devouring  our  letters  and  a  week 
old  newspaper  which  he  brought  us, 
we  recounted  our  week's  experience.  I 
expatiated  upon  the  panther  incident, 
which  really  seemed  more  tame  than  at 
the  time  of  its  occurrence. 

"Yes,"  said  Mr.  Humes,  in  his  gentle 
way,  "  Mr.  Sidney's  right ;  they're 
pretty  scared  of  you  in  daylight.  Years 
ago  I  used  to  meet  'em  once  in  a  while. 
Once  I  went  to  look  at  a  bear  trap  and 
found  a  panther  in  it.  He  had  chewed 
his  leg  considerable  but  couldn't  get 
away  and  he  was  pretty  mad." 

"  Well,  what  happened  then  ?"  I  cried 
breathlessly,  as,  after  a  long  silence,  the 
old  hunter  showed  no  disposition  to  con- 
tinue his  narrative. 

"  Oh,  why,  I  shot  him  !  "  he  said  mild- 
ly. 

"  Well,"  I  urged,  "did  you  ever  meet 


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any  more  ?"  Mr.  Humes'  hunting  yarns 
have  to  be  dragged  from  him  almost 
word  by  word,  so  great  is  his  modesty. 

"  Yes,  once  or  twice." 

"  What  happened  then  ?  " 

"  Well,  one  night  I  was  asleep  on  my 
back  in  the  woods  and  my  fire  had  gone 
out,  and  a  panther  jumped  out  of  a  tree 
and  lit  on  my  chest.  He  was  pretty 
heavy."     (Silence.) 

"  You  seem  to  be  here  now,  so  what 
did  you  do  that  time  ? "  I  asked,  after  a 
long  pause. 

"Oh,  it  came  so  sudden  that  it  scared 
me  and  1  yelled  and  that  scared  the  pan- 
ther, and  he  yelled  and  streaked  it  off  ; 
then  I  got  up  and  built  a  fire  and  set  up 
the  rest  of  the  night.  It  did  scare  me 
terrible  for  a  minute." 

I  regarded  him  with  awe  ;  such  ex- 
periences as  he  must  have  had  in  the 
sixty  years  of  a  life  spent  in  those 
woods  !  Later  in  the  season  I  became 
a  delighted  listener  to  many  an  excit- 
ing yarn,  told  me  in  Mr.  Humes'  own 
inimitable  wa5\ 

The  following  morning  we  had  set 
for  our  return  to  the  world  of  news- 
papers, business  and  "  store  clothes," 
but  Sidney  determined  upon  one  more 
attempt  to  get  that  big  trout,  "  Just  to 
have  a  pair  like  that  to  take  home,"  he 
said. 

The  day  was  perfect  for  fishing,  and 
the  trout  responded  to  every  cast. 
Slowly  we  worked  our  way  up  the 
stream,  fishing  as  we  went,  until  the 
pool  was  reached.  Then  the  siege  be- 
gan in  earnest.  Very  deliberately  the 
bait  was  cast,  and  with  exquisite  pre- 
cision the  fine,  almost  invisible  silk  line 
uncurled  above  the  quiet  water.  An 
hour  passed,  then  another,  while  not  a 
word  was  spoken.  vSidney  went  up  to 
the  rapids,  crossed,  and  tried  from  the 
other  side.  Not  even  the  flirt  of  a  tail 
from  the  monarch  of  the  pool. 

We  left  the  place  for  three  hours,  then, 
returning,  resumed  the  same  patient 
angling.  So  many  other  trout  were 
hooked  that  I  felt  sure  that  only  the 
patriarch  remained  in  possession  of  those 
dark  depths,  and  had  despaired  of  secur- 
ing him  when  the  surface  was  stirred  by 
the  broad  sweep  and  graceful  curl  of 
water,  never  accompanying  any  but  a 
large  fish.  One  gleam  of  a  bright  body, 
a  snap,  and  the  line  spun  from  the 
screaming  reel  as  the  big  fellow  at- 
tempted   his     old    tactics.      But   fore- 


warned proved  forearmed,  and  he  was 
given  all  the  line  he  wanted. 
.  Then  the  conflict  raged.  He  leaped 
and  dived  and  doubled  on  the  line,  then 
sulked  without  a  motion  until  I  was 
sure  he  had  tangled  the  line  about  a 
snag,  so  inert  he  seemed.  For  two  min- 
utes (it  seemed  as  many  hours)  he  would 
remain  motionless,  Sidney's  delicate 
grasp  holding  the  rod  in  readiness  for  a 
rush.  Then  would  come  a  repetition  of 
every  phase  of  the  struggle,  but  always 
a  little  weaker  and  still  a  little  weaker. 
Sidney  was  in  motion  constantly,  reliev- 
ing the  fearful  strain  on  the  rod  ;  now  up 
and  down  the  bank,  now  retreating,  now 
waist  deep  in  the  icy  water.  So  long 
and  so  fierce  was  the  combat  that  not 
even  when  he  was  finally  landed,  still 
struggling,  did  we  seem  to  feel  sure  of 
the  prize. 

There  he  was,  however,  and  we  sat 
looking  at  him  in  respectful  silence. 
Never  had  I  seen  such  a  trout ;  with  his 
generous  curves  and  brilliant  spots,  he 
was  in  truth  the  heroic  representative  of 
his  tribe.  The  charms  of  his  predeces- 
sor dwindled  away  before  the  magnifi- 
cence of  his  extra  pound  and  a  quarter. 

"Yes,"  exclaimed  Sidney,  examining 
the  beauty,  "here's  a  bit  of  the  lost 
leader  and  a  piece  of  hook  in  his  jaw." 

It  was  only  about  four  o'clock,  but  we 
could  not  spoil  this  grand  coup  by  mak- 
ing another  cast,  so,  tenderly  bearing 
his  prize,  Sidney  led  the  way  to  camp. 
Little  we  cared  that  there  was  only 
green  wood  to  burn,  and  that  we  had  to 
put  butter  in  our  coffee  in  lieu  of  con- 
densed milk,  our  store  of  which  had 
given  out.  The  dingy  lantern  shed  a 
dim  light  over  our  festive  board,  feebly 
illuminating  the  shiny  brown  squares  of 
the  oil-cloth  table-spread,  the  heavy 
dishes,  the  brown  pancakes  and  the 
still  browner  trout,  the  pail  of  steaming 
coffee,  and  the  inevitable  four-pound 
brick  of  maple  sugar.  We  ate  our  sup- 
per with  "  wood's  appetites,"  gloriously 
sharpened  by  success,  and  told  and  re- 
told for  the  benefit  of  each  other  every 
phase  and  detail  of  the  day's  struggle 
and  its  closing  triumph. 

We  were  astir  bright  and  early  next 
morning,  and  locking  the  door  for  the 
last  time  and  placing  the  key  in  its 
niche,  reluctantly  turned  our  faces 
from  the  dear  old  camp.  All  too  soon 
Paradise  lay  behind  us  in  the  leafy 
leagues  beyond  the  hills. 


©yTO©©R  UFie  AT  weLLesLeY  coll? 

BY    JEANNETTE    A.    MARKS. 


OUAINT  old  Fuller  says  "the 
pride  of  Athens  lieth  not  in 
her  walls,"  but  had  he  seen 
Wellesley  he  would  understand 
why  its  daughters  are  enthusiastic  in 
their  admiration  of  its  grounds.  Not 
very  long  ago  a  well-known  English- 
woman who  came  to  America  to  study 
women's  colleges,  was  particularly  im- 
pressed by  the  beauties  of  Wellesley 
and  the  extent  of  the  college  grounds, 
and  when,  on  her  return,  some  one  asked 


her  why  she  did  not  establish  a  similar 
college,  she  replied  that,  if  they  would 
give  her  the  Royal  Botanical  Gardens 
and  a  million  pounds,  she  would. 

Although  the  grounds  are  probably 
of  botanical  interest  only  to  the  botany 
department,  they  are  of  common  in- 
terest to  everyone,  whether  to  the  stu- 
dent or  the  visitor  who  loves  the  beauti- 
ful. The  young  man  who  asks  if  you 
"  love  scenery  "  would  be  perfectly  at 
home  at  Wellesley  and  never  lack  for  a 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


topic  of  conversation.  You  may  roam 
over  more  than  three  hundred  acres 
belonging  to  the  "College  Beautiful." 

An"  occasional  stone  wall  gives  the 
only  hint  of  the  rock  upon  which  Massa- 
chusetts may  be  said  to  be  founded  ; 
ever3^where  are  rolling  hills  and  woods, 
lovely  meadows,  and  clear  streams,  and 
Lake  Waban  is  at  the  very  foot  of  the 
hill  upon  which  College  Hall  stands. 
Across  the  water  He  the  Italian  Gardens 
belonging  to  the  Hunnewells,  stone 
steps  and  balustrade  completing  the  il- 
lusion that  you  are  gazing  upon  the 
shores  of  sunny  Italy.  For  some  reason 
it  does  not,  seem  odd  in  winter  to  see 
the  snow  weighing  down  the  grotesque 
figure  trees  and  the  balustrade  outdone 
in  whiteness  by  her  covering,  and  when 
the  sunlight  dances  about  the  trees  and 
gardens,  the  jeweled  golden  whiteness 
seems  scarcely  less  warm  than  blue- 
skied  Italy  herself.  When  the  spring 
comes,  all  the  shores  of  Lake  Waban 
are  but  the  greenest  gardens,  the  build- 
ings hid  behind  the  young  foliage. 

Although  the  buildings  do  not  form  a 
part  of  outdoor  life  at  Wellesley,  still 
they  add  to  it.  .  To  look  up  from  the 
lake  and  see  College  Hall,  the  imposing, 
ivy-covered  old  pile  gives  one  a  sense 
of  pride  that  education  should  be  so 
solidly  represented.  Then  to  the  right 
from  the  lake  is  Music  Hall,  and  above 
on  a  hill  is  Stone  Hall,  founded  by  the 
Stones.  Between  Stone  Hall  and  Col- 
lege Hall  Hill  lies  the  hill  upon  which 
stands  the  Farnsworth  Art  Building,  of 
white  sandstone  in  the  Renaissance 
style  of  architecture.  To  the  left  of  the 
Art  Building  is  Norumbega,  where  the 
president  of  the  college  lives,  and  near 
Norumbega  are  two  cottages,  Freeman 
and  Wood,  both  very  popular  upper- 
class  dormitories. 

Off  in  the  distance  from  the  lake  lies 
the  little  hill  on  which  Simpson  Cottage 
is  located,  the  prettiest  cottage  in  all 
the  grounds,  and  yet  so  surrounded  and 
covered  by  pine  trees  that  it  may  be 
hardly  seen.  As  a  rule,  Simpson  is 
filled  with  freshmen,  for  the  upper-class 
students  prefer  not  to  live  there,  since 
it  is  such  a  long  walk  from  College 
Hall.  In  all,  the  buildings  on  the  grounds 
accommodate  some  seven  hundred  peo- 
ple. 

Much  of  the  stimulus  for  the  appre- 
ciation of  outdoor  life  and  the  participa- 
tion in  active  sports  comes  from  a  mod- 


est and  rather  small  gymnasium,  located 
in  a  wing  of  College  Hall.  Here  the 
freshmen  are  required  to  spend  three 
periods  a  week  in  corrective  and  recre- 
ative gymnastics,  and  here  Miss  Hill, 
the  director  of  physical  training,  talks 
to  them  about  hygienic  living,  about 
the  proper  carriage,  and  about  the  out- 
door sports.  The  room  is  moderately 
well  appointed  with  chest-weights, 
dumb-bells,  Indian  clubs,  chinning-bars, 
rib-walls,  rowing  machines,  and  rings. 

As  a  rule,  the  first  year's  work  in  the 
gymnasium  consists  only  of  the  more 
elementary  of  the  Swedish  gymnastics, 
although  some  students  might  be  fitted 
for  more  advanced  work.  But  as  all 
the  students  are  divided  into  ungraded 
divisions,  it  is  impossible  to  adjust  the 
exercises  to  the  abilities  of  all.  When 
the  gymnasium  is  not  being  used  by 
the  under-class  divisions,  it  is  usually 
occupied  by  recreative  classes  or  by 
girls  training  for  basket-ball  or  working 
on  the  rowing  machines.  Basket-ball 
has  become  such  a  popular  sport  that 
even  the  members  of  the  faculty  have 
taken  it  up.  In  the  evening,  after  din- 
ner, strange  shadows  may  be  seen  flit- 
ting to  and  fro  before  the  gymnasium 
windows.  This  pedagogical  team  has 
threatened  to  play  the  students  some 
day.  It  is  needless  to  say  that  such  a 
day  of  reckoning  would  be  welcomed 
by  all.  Very  little  of  what  may  cor- 
rectly be  called  athletics  goes  on  in  the 
gymnasium,  but  simple  all-round  exer- 
cise is  taken,  and  a  stimulus  for  outdoor 
sports  is  given.  In  brief,  there  is  an 
attempt  made  to  insure  an  intelligent 
interest  in  physical  culture  and  outdoor 
life. 

Every  Wellesley  student  owes  Lake 
Waban  an  unpayable  debt  of  gratitude 
for  quiet  sunny  hours  spent  in  rowing 
or  in  idle  floating  when  the  lessons  are 
done,  sometimes,  but  generally  when 
they  are  not.  The  girls  who  are  chosen 
to  row  at  Float  are  not  the  only  ones 
who  are  in  luck  in  the  spring,  for  whether 
the  crews  are  out  or  not.  Lake  Waban 
is  dotted  with  boats.  Some  idly  drift, 
while  the  inmates  turn  them  into  stud- 
ies ;  others  are  lazily  paddled  about, 
and  still  others  scoot  along  with  the  in- 
evitable aspect  of  having  a  purpose  in 
life.  This  purpose  is  usually  the  deeply 
thoughtful  one  of  a  picnic  luncheon  or 
supper  in  the  woods  on  the  shore.  A 
shawl  is  spread  on  the  ground,  and  the 


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contents  of  the  supper-basket  aie  care- 
fully arranged  on  it.  Whether  it  is  that 
students  have  larger  appetites  than  any 
other  class  of  people  or  not,  I  do  not 
know ;  however,  the  picnic  basket  is 
usually  very  large,  and  the  remains  are 
very  slight.  Then  in  the  evening,  over 
the  stillness  of  the  water,  cotne  the  lap, 
lap  of  the  waves,  the  resonant  trumpet 
of  some  frogs,  and  the  slap  of  oars  on 
the  water.  Later  you  may  be  fortunate 
enough  to  hear  a  beautiful  voice  singing 
the  V/ellesley  songs,  or  some  plaintive 
song  like  the  "Land  o'  the  Leal."  Al- 
most always  there  is  the  sound  of  man- 
dolin and  guitar,  now  playing  near  by, 
then  drifting,  drifting  awa)^  till  only 
the  faintest  tremble  of  the  music  vibrates 
and  vibrates  ;  then  all  is  still  again,  the 
silence  broken  only  by  the  ceaseless 
lap,  lap,  and  the  gentle  rustling  of  the 
air-stirred  leaves.  Far  off  in  the  dis- 
tance you  hear  several  voices  singing,  as 
they  go  up  College  Hall  Hill : 

"  We're  together  to-day,  and  to-morrow  away, 
'Neath  the  oaks  of  our  dear  Wellesley." 

Subdued,  happy,  and  yet  half  regret- 
ful that  all  the  nights  of  the  year  can- 
not be  like  this  music-wrapped,  cloud- 
less moonlight  night,  we  leave  the  shore, 
and  gently  paddle  homeward.  The 
night  sounds  of  the  frogs,  of  the  crick- 
ets and  of  the  whippoorwill,  you  think 
are  nowhere  more  beautiful  than  in 
Wellesley. 

Probably  the  reason  that  the  crews 
are  less  popular  than  basket-ball  is  due 
to  the  fact  that  there  is  no  active  con- 
test, except  in  rowing  form.  There  is 
little  doubt  that,  were  racing  allowed, 
rowing  would  at  once  become  more 
popular  than  any  other  sport  in  college. 
But  till  women  know  how  to  do  good, 
honest  swimming  as  well  as  fancy  float- 
ing, and  imtil  the  ratio  between  faint- 
ing and  endurance  is  changed,  racing 
will  never  be  and  ought  never  to  be 
allowed.  Each  class  has  the  regulation 
out-rigged  shell.  In  the  spring  and 
fall  each  crew  is  required  to  spend  three 
hours  a  week  on  the  lake,  training  for 
form.  All  the  girls  have  already  been 
trained  in  squads  by  student  coaches  on 
the  rowing  machines.  The  class  crews 
are  then  selected  from  the  squads,  and 
the  "  College  Eight "  is  selected  one 
week  before  Float  Day  from  the  best  of 
all  those  who  have  been  training.  There 
is  great  joy  when  a  lucky  student  is  put 
on  the  eight,  the  highest  distinction  in 


Wellesley  rowing  honors.  The  stroke 
used  is  the  Oxford,  taught  by  Mr.  Leh- 
man at  Harvard.  Perhaps  this  stroke 
may  be  better  adapted  for  women,  and 
would  guarantee  success  for  the  femi- 
nine American  when  it  does  not  seem 
to  for  a  young  Uncle  Sam.  If  Bryn 
Mawr  would  adopt  the  Cornell  stroke 
and  Smith  the  Yale,  an  intercollegiate 
race  might  be  arranged  for;  and  if  Smith 
would  only  not  refuse  to  row  Bryn 
Mawr,  the  championship  might  be  de- 
cided, and  the  winning  stroke  sent  out 
to  some  of  the  smaller  colleges  in  the 
West  as  coming  from  her  great  sisters 
in  the  East.  But  this  is  taking  some  of 
the  athletic  bloom  off  the  twentieth 
century,  and  as  that  is  still  an  unknown 
quantity,  it  should  be  treated  with  be- 
coming reverence  by  all  who  receive 
their  training  in  the  nineteenth  century. 

Golf  is  in  comparatively  an  undevelop- 
ed stage  of  its  existence,  in  the  sense  that 
there  have  been  no  tournaments,  but 
the  increasing  number  in  the  golf  club 
shows  that  it  is  a  very  popular  sport. 
The  links  are  considered  to  be  fine  ones 
and  are  well  cared  for.  There  are  nine 
holes,  but  the  golfers  use  only  seven. 
The  links  and  some  golf  sticks  were 
given  by  Dr.  Channing  to  the  college, 
and  it  is  to  him  that  the  college  is  in- 
debted for  the  pleasure  of  golf. 

In  the  warm,  fragrant  days  of  early 
spring  and  summer,  golf  becomes  more 
than  usually  attractive,  offering  the  two 
desirables  of  that  season,  for  it  is  a 
game  we  play  simply  for  the  pleasure 
of  being  outdoors,  and  it  does  not  dis- 
turb the  dolce  far  niente  of  the  warm 
sunny  day.  Whether  you  drive  to  stop, 
or  stop  to  drive,  the  blue  of  the  sky  and 
the  green  of  the  rolling  hills  present  a 
view  where  every  prospect  pleases;  and, 
since  man  is  as  rare  and  as  hard  to  find 
as  a  needle  in  a  haystack,  nothing  is 
present  to  revile.  Everybody  plays 
golf,  which  means  that  a  universally 
popular  game  has  found  no  particular 
champion  at  Wellesley  and  awakes  but 
little  spirit  of  contest.  But  who  cares 
for  contest  when,  with  a  purpose  for  an 
excuse,  one  may  wander  at  will  in  the 
sweet  days  of  May  and  June,  when  the 
fresh  flowers  begin  to  spring.  Would 
Chaucer  change  his  gay  tournaments 
and  trappings  for  the  undisturbed 
"  pleasaunce  "  of  a  quiet  game  of  golf  ? 
Perhaps  he  would,  if  he  had  to  change  his 
mediaeval  play-day  for  the  busy  to-day. 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


In  tennis  every  year  there  are  regular 
recurring  tournaments  for  class  cham- 
pionships. The  college  has  two  clay 
courts,  very  well  cared  for,  and  four 
turf  courts  that  are  not  so  good.  On  the 
clay  courts  the  champions  meet  and  do 
battle,  and  there  lose  or  win.  Last  year 
the  college  champion  received  an  un- 
usual and  interesting  ovation.  Amidst 
cheers  and  yells  of  delight,  she  was 
raised  on  the  shoulders  of  her  friends. 
But  she  was  one  of  the  largest  and 
broadest  girls  in  college,  and  too  heavy, 
too  great  a  burden,  for  even  their  enthu- 
siasm, so  they  put  her  in  a  wheelbarrow 
and  wheeled  her  up  College  Hill  with 


Wellesley  is  not  the  only  phase  of 
this  sport  at  college.  There  are  the 
beginners.  Everyone  knows  what  a 
delightful  half-hour  may  be  spent  with 
beginners.  These  students  grasp  their 
rackets  as  if  they  were  life-preservers, 
and  treat  their  balls  as  if  they  were 
sky-rockets.  After  having  bowled,  with 
a  firm  understroke,  two  balls  heaven- 
ward for  an  hour,  they  pant,  sink  on  a 
bench,  and  declare  between  gasps  that 
they  "  haven't  had  such  a  good  time  in 
a  long  while,  and  didn't  know  tennis 
was  such  great  fun."  Alas  !  they  think 
they  have  been  playing  tennis.  Never- 
theless, they  have  been  doing  two  things 


"  FLOAT." 


renewed  cheers  of  delight.  The  victor 
may  have  felt  less  crowned  in  a  wheel- 
barrow than  on  the  narrow  shoulders  of 
her  friends,  but  anyway  she  must  have 
been  more  comfortable^  and  there  is  no 
doubt  that  it  was  better  for  the  friends. 
There  are  sometimes  tournaments  with 
other  colleges,  and  last  year  there  was 
one  with  Radcliffe,  in  which  Wellesley 
was  badly  beaten,  a  sad  but  wholesome 
lesson  for  her  that  not  even  the  best 
of  grounds  will  make  champions  and 
win  tournaments.  The  tennis  this  year 
promises  to  be  of  greater  interest. 

But  excitement  over  a  championship 
or  a  tournament  between  Radcliffe  and 


splendidly — being  burned  brown  by  the 
sun  and  getting  good,  hard  exercise, 
that  makes  them  understand  better  the 
relation  between  x  and  y.  It  makes 
little  difference  in  the  state  of  their 
spirits  that  they  have  lost  three  balls 
over  a  net  twelve  feet  high  into  a  marsh 
fifty  feet  beyond  the  courts.  And  it 
makes  still  less  difference  that  the  peo- 
ple who  were  really  playing  tennis  in 
the  court  next  to  them  had  to  stop  re- 
peatedly to  return  balls  that  had  been 
served  into  their  court,  or  to  dodge  the 
server,  more  aptly  the  servitor,  of  the 
flying  ball  madly  pursued  by  her  who 
would  drive  a  sane  racket  mad.    A  solil- 


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FROM   THE   LAKE. 


oquy  by  a  tennis-racket  on  the  thread- 
bare subject  of  "  What  fools  we  mortals 
be,"  probably  would  not  be  a  very  flat- 
tering discourse  for  most  Wellesley  stu- 
dents to  overhear.  But  there  !  that  is 
taking-  the  wind  out  of  the  racket  sails, 
and  is  one  of  those  inanimate  possibili- 
ties classed  together  with  sprites,  gob- 
lins and  brownies,  upon  which  we  should 
not  speculate.  Some  things  are  noto- 
riously spiteful :  not  only  women  and 
sprites,  according  to  legend,  but  even 
the  stupid-looking,  big-headed  racket 
that  gets  square  with  you  by  blistering 


a  hand  that  it  has  never  blistered  before, 
or  slipping  just  when  a  particularly  fine 
return  should  have  been  made. 

As  a  phase  of  pedestrianism,  the  good 
old  -  fashioned  walking  still  keeps  its 
place.  There  is  no  longer  the  walking 
club,  which  has  been  superseded  by 
wheeling  parties ;  but  still  there  are 
girls  who  think  nothing  of  walking  from 
five  to  ten  miles  once  a  week  anyway, 
and  sometimes  oftener  than  that. 

It  is  easier  and  pleasanter  on  a  warm 
day  to  get  on  a  wheel  and  go  flying  off 
for   a   long,    cool   spin.     The  wheeling 


TREK  DAY 


OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


seems  to  be  a  more  successful  method 
than  the  walking,  for  keeping  out 
thoughts  about  work.  When  you  are 
on  a  wheel  it  is  not  so  easy  to  talk  about 
somebody's  doctrine  of  the  inevitable, 
get  excited  arguing  or  talking,  and  so 
lose  all  the  benefit  of  the  exercise.  Con- 
cord is  a  wheeling  trip  of  fifteen  miles 
from  Wellesley,  and  there  in  the  spring 
and  fall  the  students  make  pilgrimages 
to  see  all  the  interesting  and  fascinating 
places — the  homes  of  Emerson  and  the 
Alcotts,  the  Minute  Man,  the  Old  Manse, 
the  home  of  Thoreau,  and  then  Sleep}' 
Hollow  Cemetery,  with  its  thousand 
memories  of  great  men  and  women,  and 
its  restful,  quiet  old  graves  and  simple, 
time-worn  stones.  As  you  stand  under 
the  dark  pine  trees,  the  sun  filtering 
through  the  boughs  in  occasional  gayly- 
dancing  spots  upon  the  dark  brown  nee- 
dles, and  gaze  upon  the  ragged  pine 
hedge  surrounding  Hawthorne's  grave, 
death  seems  a  very  quiet  and  lovely 
sleep.  Then  to  turn  around  and  find 
behind  you  the  four  modest  little  stones 
of  the  Alcott  sisters,  with  simply  their 
initials  cut  upon  them,  death  seems  a 
very  unperplexing  and  simple  rest.  That 
you  have  whirled  fifteen  miles,  that  a 
few  hours  before  you  have  left  the  busy 
rush  of  a  large  college,  seems  scarcely 
possible,  the  world  is  so  far  away.  The 
study  5'ou  have  been  so  zealously  en- 
gaged in,  the  pet  ambition  for  a  tennis 
championship,  have  faded  away  into 
the  mists  of  a  busy  world  that  may  not 
enter  Sleepy  Hollow.  All  thoughts,  all 
ambitions  seem  idle  when  you  face  such 
greatness  and  simplicity  of  thought  as 
is  commemorated  by  the  plain  boulder 
over  Emerson's  grave.  You  wheel  quiet- 
ly ahead  or  behind  your  friends,  and 
wonder  why  you  were  ever  in  a  hurry 
to  do  anything,  or  why  you  have  ever 
talked  so  much  nonsense.  Not  till  you 
have  wheeled  out  from  the  shade  of  the 
green  old  trees  in  the  cemetery,  and  the 
sunshine  falls  full  upon  you  again,  do 
you  realize  what  a  vital  sort  of  life  it  is 
after  all.  Strange  to  say,  you  have  an 
appetite,  which  you  satisfy  at  a  sweet- 
smelling  little  bake  -  shop.  Then  you 
are  ready  for  a  trip  home.  This  is  only 
one  of  ■  the  many  delightful  trips  that 
may  be  made  on  wheels  in  all  directions 
upon  the  fine  roads  of  Massachusetts. 

But  while  the  spring  days  bring 
wheeling  parties,  they  also  bring  other 
outdoor  pleasures  in  the  shape  of  col- 


lege fete  days.  The  first  week  in  June 
sees  the  celebration  of  Tree  Day,  an 
exclusively  college  holiday,  to  which  no 
outsiders  are  admitted.  It  is  the  gayest 
and  prettiest  pageant  that  the  college 
ever  sees.  The  green  campus  is  cov- 
ered with  the  four  classes,  representing 
in  costume  some  particularly  beautiful 
phase  of  days  that  are  gone,  or  gayly 
making  fun  by  their  dress  of  some  phase 
of  to-day.  The  campus  presents  a  reg- 
ular rainbow  of  color  as  the  pageant 
moves  in  and  out  on  it,  the  multi- 
color giving  from  the  distance  the  effect 
of  bright  festoons  of  flowers  covering 
the  green.  Then  there  are  various 
dances  and  some  speeches,  and  the 
usual  custom  of  giving  and  receiving 
the  spade  and  the  planting  of  the 
Freshman  tree. 

Close  upon  the  heels  of  Tree  Day 
follows  Float,  to  which  visitors  are  ad- 
mitted. A  brass  band  plays  in  the  pa- 
vilion of  the  boat-house,  and  fireworks 
are  set  off  from  rafts  on  the  lake.  Lan- 
terns are  hung  along  the  shores  of  the 
lake,  where  the  onlookers  sit  to  see  the 
crews  go  by.  As  the  crews  pass,  the 
class  yells  are  given  and  the  musical 
Wellesley  cheer.  The  men's  voices  but 
make  the  cheers  the  finer,  and  a  tingle 
of  pride  goes  through  you  as  you  hear 
crew  after  crew  cheered  and  note  the 
real  excitement  and  pleasure  which  vis- 
itors take  in  this  sport.  It  has  been  a 
beautiful  and  jolly  good  night ;  the  only 
damper  is  that  the  college  year  has 
come  to  an  end.  Many  a  rather  grave 
senior  wishes  that  she  might  see  in  her 
future  such  bright  days  to  make  her 
way  a  pleasant  one.  "  Dear  old  Welles- 
ley," she  thinks  ;  "it  is  indeed  the  Col- 
lege Beautiful." 

The  votaries  of  basket-ball  are  legion 
and  their  ardor  is  something  incom- 
prehensible to  almost  everyone  except 
themselves.  They  are  just  as  violently 
interested  in  the  ball  and  the  basket  as 
are  the  hockey  players  in  the  puck  and 
the  hockey  stick.  Three  times  a  week, 
all  winter  long,  each  class  team  exercises 
in  the  gymnasium,  throwing  the  ball 
and  doing  many  limbering-up  exercises. 
For  each  squad  there  are  student 
coaches,  appointed  by  the  director  of 
physical  training,  which  term  at  Welles- 
ley does  not  mean  simply  a  pedagogical 
activity  confined  to  the  gymnasium,  but 
one  extended  over  the  grounds  wherever 
students  want  to  play  any  kind  of  game 


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123 


or  want  any  kind  of  advice.  Perhaps 
the  dividing-  line  between  social  and 
athletic  sports  may  be  made  on  the  basis 
of  bloomers,  for  only  those  engaged  in 
the  latter  kind  wear  bloomers,  while 
the  students  playing  tennis  and  golf 
may  be  seen  in  all  kinds  of  bicycle  suits, 
pretty  Scotch  plaids  and  caps.  Basket- 
ball is  pre-eminently  the  spring  and  fall 
sport  that  engages  the  most  attention. 
The  field  is  a  large  well-graded  piece  of 
ground  beside  the  lake  and  music  hall. 
The  ground  was  especially  prepared  for 
basket-ball,  and  before  it  was  used  for 
this  purpose  it  was  an  athletic  field  for 
all  kinds  of  sports.  To  anyone  except 
the  basket-bailer,  it  might  be  a  place 
where  to  sit  down  and  gaze  around 
would  be  the  greatest  pleasure.  Di- 
rectly across  the  lake  is  the  stately  old 
home  of  the  Durants,  the  founders  of 
the  college  ;  to  the  right  of  that  the 
enchanting  Italian  Gardens,  and  'way  off 
in  the  distance  the  blue  hills.  But  no  ; 
when  they  play  on  this  spot  they  are 
just  as  absorbed  as  they  would  be  in  the 
gymnasium.  In  fact,  the  interest  at- 
tached to  this  game  has  made  such  an 
appreciable  difference  in  the  interest  in 
rowing  that  the  crews  have  been  very 
hard  to  organize  for  the  past  two  years. 

All  winter  long  there  is  a  keen  com- 
petition between  the  basket-ball  teams 
and  he  crews  to  see  which  can  do  the 
best  all-round  gymnasium  work.  For 
both  these  sports  physical  examination 
and  particular  physical  ability  are  nec- 
essary. No  student  is  allowed  to  take 
part  in  either  unless  she  returns  from 
the  medical  examiner  labeled  "  all 
sound."  In  that  case  she  may  enter 
into  competition  with  other  students, 
and  win  herself  a  permanent  place  in 
the  crew  or  team  if  possible.  For  each 
class  team  there  are  an  umpire,  two  ref- 
erees and  four  substitutes.  The  whole 
appointment  of  officers  is  made  by  the 
Athletic  Association,  which  has  under 
its  direct  control  all  organized  sports. 
The  applicant's  name  must  be  submit- 
ted to  the  head  of  the  sport  before  she 
may  consider  herself  a  candidate  for 
crew  or  team. 

These  heads  of  the  port,  together 
with  the  president  of  the  Athletic  As- 
sociation, the  vice-president,  a  senior 
member,  and  a  member-at-large,  who 
looks  after  the  interests  of  the  non-ath- 
letic girls,  constitute  the  executive  com- 
mittee of  the  Association.  All  business. 


all  appointments,  in  fact,  all  control  of 
the  outdoor  athletic  life  is  in  their  hands. 
It  is  a  well-organized  interest,  a  hard- 
working interest,  that  speaks  nobly  for 
the  old  adage  :  "  Mens  sana  in  corpore 
sano."  The  only  unwilling  and  igno- 
rant flock  that  has  occasionally  to  be 
prodded  on  to  a  love  of  exercise  and 
outdoor  life  is  that  of  the  incoming 
Freshman  class.  Some  of  them  rebel, 
and  some  of  them  from  districts  unin- 
vaded  by  the  nineteenth  century  inno- 
vations think  it  immodest  to  wear 
bloomers.  One  student  went  through 
her  entire  college  gymnastic  courses 
with  her  voluminous  bloomers  pulled 
securely  down  to  her  ankles.  Truly, 
she  cut  a  very  poor  figure  as  a  Turk  ! 
One  is  wickedly  tempted  to  wonder  if 
her  bloomer  covering  was  an  entirely 
disinterested  offering  laid  at  the  shrine 
of  Modesty. 

About  the  time  of  the  mid-year  ex- 
aminations, those  who  can  skate,  and 
even  those  who  cannot,  turn  gladly 
aside  from  giving  or  taking  examina- 
tions, to  whirl  over  the  ice,  or  to  receive 
the  proper  number  of  bumps  and  see 
more  stars  than  they  ever  saw  before. 
People  whom  you  thought  before  to  be 
very  busy  become  suddenly  and  unac- 
countably blessed  with  nothing  to  do. 
You  wonder  how  they  can  go  out  for  an 
hour  in  the  morning,  you  begin  to  be 
surprised  when  they  are  out  for  three 
hours  in  the  afternoon,  and  when  they  go 
out  at  seven  o'clock  in  the  evening,  not 
to  return  till  ten,  your  astonishment  has 
reached  its  limits.  The  next  morning 
they  remark  that  they  feel  a  little  stiff, 
and  think  they  will  have  to  go  out 
again  in  order  to  limber  up.  You  are 
reduced  to  silence  when  they  but  re- 
peat the  yesterday's  performance  ;  per- 
force, you  go  and  do  likewise.  It  is  not 
an  uncommon  thing  to  see  students  so 
healthily  tired  from  skating  that  they 
can  scarcely  stay  awake  to  take  their  ex- 
aminations, and  they  never  have  time  to 
work  up  the  usual  mental  stage-fright. 

Perhaps  the  most  violent  good  fun 
that  is  enjoyed  on  the  lake  is  that  of  the 
Hockey  Club,  composed  of  the  students 
who  sicate  most  securely  and  who  do 
not  care  for  knocks.  The  two  teams 
belonging  to  this  club  are  led  by  two 
members  of  the  faculty,  who  happen  to 
be  twin  sisters  and  almost  indistinguish- 
able. This  fact  but  adds  to  the  inter- 
est  of  the   game   a   certain    delightful 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


element  of  mystery,  for  unless  the  twin 
with  the  handkerchief  on  her  arm  has 
the  handkerchief  arm  turned  toward 
you,  there  is  no  certainty  for  which  goal 
the  puck  should  be  bound.  But  they 
play  equally  well,  and  carry  so  much  of 
the  thickest  of  the  fight  on  between 
them  that  the  teams  could  not  be  better 
satisfied.  The  games  are  witnessed  by 
an  admiring  throng  composed  of  stu- 
dents who  would  like  to  play  if  they 
could,  of  small  boys  who  dodge  out  and 
intercept  your  pucks  for  you,  and  of 
young  men  from  the  village  who  are 
reduced  to  a  respectful  silence  by  the 
mighty  blows  dealt  out  indiscriminately 
to  the  unoffending  pucks  and  members 
of  the  club.  Occasionally  a  shout  will  be 
raised  when  some  one  falls  particularly 
gracefully.  One  day  a  tall,  broad-shoul- 
dered, rather  serious-looking  student 
with  eye-glasses  on,  who  happened  to  be 
in  the  thick  of  the  fight,  received  first 
on  one  side  a  crack  from  a  hickory  stick, 
then  one  on  the  other,  and,  just  as  she 
was  preparing  to  withdraw,  the  heaviest 
girl  in  the  whole  club  ran  into  her. 
Proper  apologies  are  never  omitted  when 
you  intentionally  or  unintentionally  run 
into  some  one,  such  as :  "  Oh,  I  beg 
your  pardon ;  "  "  I  hope  I  didn't  hurt 
you ;  "  but  never  do  you  stop  to  see 
what  you  have  done,  and  skate  away  as 
fast  as  you  can  after  the  ever- whirling 
puck.  The  interest  of  skating  is  but 
heightened  by  the  colors  and  unique- 
ness of  the  costumes.  Bright,  many- 
colored  toboggan-caps  and  red  sweaters 
form  a  favorite  dress,  and  almost  all 
the  students  wear  the  regulation  short 
bicycle  skirt  and  leggins.  As  every- 
one knows,  who  has  skated  in  a  short 
skirt,  the  enjoyment  is  increased  two- 
fold. 

But  skating  is  not  the  only  winter 
sport  that  affords  fun  for  the  partici- 
pants and  onlookers  alike.  Every  year 
there  comes  the  usual  "  heaviest  fall  of 
snow  we  have  had  in  years ; "  then  is 
the  time  that  coasting  is  taken  up,  with 
just  as  much  enthusiasm  as  skating, 
although  by  fewer  people.  Parties  are 
formed  at  all  hours  to  coast  off  College 
Hill,  which  is  just  about  as  steep  as  a 
hill  can  be.  The  college  endowment  of 
toboggans  and  sleds  seerns  to  be  small 
and  unsuited  to  the  demands  made  upon 
it,  as  the  one  toboggan  used  this  year 
testifies  by  its  appearance. 

It  is  not   simply  the  coasting,  the  de- 


lightful sensation  of  whizzing  through 
the  air,  that  makes  this  sport  so  attract- 
ive, but  it  is  also  the  accidents  and  even 
the  possible  dangers  that  attend  it. 
Last  year  a  party  of  students  could  find 
but  one  small  sled,  which  would  barely 
hold  two,  one  girl  sitting  very  far  for- 
ward on  the  projecting  runners  in  a  most 
uncomfortable  and  exposed  position. 
That  necessity  is  the  mother  of  inven- 
tion was  proved  again.  A  boat-seat 
and  a  barrel-stave  were  procured.  The 
barrel-stave  was  placed  crosswise  in 
front ;  on  that  the  projecting  student 
was  put.  The  boat-seat  was  placed  half 
on  the  sled  and  half  off;  another  student 
sat  down  on  the  "  half  on  "  and  kept  it 
on,  while  a  third  sat  down  on  the  "  half 
off."  The  ever-handy  kind  friend 
pushed  them  off,  and  when  they  reached 
the  bottom  two  got  up  with  peeled  faces, 
one  in  a  fainting  condition.  Of  course, 
they  never  tried  that  again.  This  year 
a  rather  amusing  accident  was  observed 
in  front  of  College  Hall.  A  party  of 
three  started  out  on  the  one  much- 
abused  toboggan.  They  were  packed 
on  just  right,  with  the  steerer  hanging 
her  foot  out  in  the  true  scientific  man- 
ner. The  snow  had  a  uniform  depth  of 
about  three  feet,  but  the  5^oung  ladies 
possessed  among  them  six  feet ;  when 
they  reached  the  bottom  these  six  feet 
were  all  that  was  visible,  but  by  a  se- 
ries of  contortions  in  which  the  feet  were 
forced  down  and  the  arms  up,  they 
emerged  from  the  snow  breathless  and 
unable  to  see  or  hear  until  some  of  the 
snow  had  been  brushed  off  their  faces. 
A  good  crust  brings  other  fun  than 
coasting,  in  the  form  of  snow-shoeing 
and  skeeing.  There  are  quite  a  num- 
ber of  students  who  enjoy  snow-shoeing, 
but  only  one  who  had  the  hardihood 
this  year  to  attempt  skees.  She  goes 
out  to  Tupelo  Point.  The  opportuni- 
ties for  skeeing  and  snow-shoeing  about 
Wellesley  are  really  very  unusual;  miles 
may  be  covered  inside  the  grounds,  and 
there  are  many  excellent  roads.  For 
the  student  who  loves  winter  and  spring 
sports  Wellesley  affords  almost  every 
opportunity.  Even  gunning  for  ducks 
may  be  enjoyed  on  the  coast,  fifteen 
miles  from  Wellesley,  with  compar- 
atively little  expense.  The  shore  is  just 
a  delightful  morning  trip  on  the  wheel 
from  the  college.  Wellesley  is  in- 
deed an  "  Earthly  Paradise  "  for  students 
who  care  for  outdoor  life. 


BY  "  RITTENHOUSE." 


A  PONY  !  what  vistas  of  happi- 
ness the  very  name  unfolds ! 
reaching  back,  with  ever  increas- 
ing tenderness  and  fondness  to 
the  days  when,  panniered  on  the  sides 
of  that  fat  and  faithful  family  pensioner, 
"the  old  pony,"  the  first  dawn  of  re- 
membrance merges  into  tradition  and 
fairy-land.  The  very  word  pony  and  hap- 
py childhood  are  synonymous.  Ponies 
were  triisted  with  the  precious  burden 
of  our  own  little  selves  by  loving  moth- 
ers ;  on  them  we  ambled  across  the  fra- 
grant meadows  to  our  earliest  school ; 
and  when  the  days  of  aspiration  came 
for  something  almost  too  good  to  be 
really  expected,  but  to  be  very  much 
wished  for,  was  there  any  more  earnest 
request  in  the  petitions  to  Santa  Claus, 
which  are  written 

and  dispatched  in      , 

such  touching 
faith,  than  for  "  a 
pony,  please,"  and 
"  for  my  very  self 
as  my  very  own, 
a  pony,  that  I  may 
put  it  in  our  tiny 
cart  and  go  to  the 
meet  when  the 
hounds  throw 
off"? 

Nature  is  in 
league  with  po- 
nies and  the  chil- 
dren ;  you  cannot 
eradicate  them. 
Nature  gave  up 
ages  ago  the 
mammoth  and  the 
saurians  and  all 
the     mighty 


"CHARLES    BURGESS,    JR. 
(Cross-bred  Welsh  and  Shetland.) 


monsters  that  formerly  ranged  the 
earth ;  where  the  hairy  rhinoceros,  the 
lion,  and  the  elephant  wandered  in  ear- 
lier days,  through  America  and  all 
Europe,  they  too  have  passed  into  obliv- 
ion, or  to  the  museum.  Even  the  prim- 
itive ox,  the  elk,  and  the  moose  have 
disappeared  from  whole  regions,  yet  the 
pony  remains,  indestructible  and  in  all 
his  pristine  vigor  and  purity. 

Wild  as  the  asses'  colt  of  the  Script- 
ures, but  plentiful  and  irrepressible  he 
ranges  the  bleaks  of  the  isles  of  the 
northern  seas  where  scarce  the  goat  can 
live  ;  he  followed  the  retreating  Celt 
into  the  fastnesses  of  the  Welsh  mount- 
ains ;  he  defied  the  incursion  of  Roman, 
Dane,  and  vSaxon  in  the  wilds  of  Ex- 
moor  and  the  recesses  of  the  New 
Forest,  and  from 
these  sanctuaries 
he  is  reissuing  for 
the  benefit  of 
children  the  world 
over. 

One  of  the  most 
encouraging  o  f 
the  s  i  gn  s  of  the 
times  for  the 
f u  tur  e  of  the 
horse  in  America 
i  s  t  h  e  ever-in- 
creasing interest 
in,  and  popularity 
of,  the  pony.  We 
are  just  begin- 
ning to  realize 
the  immense 
amount  of  useful- 
ness and  fun  we 
can  get  out  of  the 
pony.     He  can  be 


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OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


handled  quickly  and  by  any  odd  hand 
about  the  premises,  even  by  the  ladies 
and  the  children  ;  he  can  be  driven  any- 
where, in  any  kind  of  vehicle,  at  any 
pace,  and  at  any  length.  He  will  take 
iDoys  for  a  gallop,  or  you  to  the  depot  or 
out  to  lunch,  whilst  you  are  finding  the 
coachman  for  your  regular  rig,  and  he 
will  wait  with  the  sublimest  patience 
till  you  gossip  to  your  heart's  content, 
and  never  complain. 

Then  ponies  cost  so  little  to  buy,  and 
to  keep,  and  to  harness,  and  to  tend,  and 
they  are  so  healthy,  so  hardy,  and  so 
handy.  They  double  the  pleasures  of 
a  country  home,  and  are  never  in  the 
way.  Of  course,  in  ponies  as  in  all  live 
stock,  the  better  the  breed  the  better 
the  pony,  because  if  he  comes  of  a 
well-established  breed  and  of  reputable 
stock,  you  have  the  assurance  that  he  is 


with  a  pony — while  they  would  cer- 
tainly resent  the  same  treatment  from 
an  adult.  Shetlands  are  the  smallest 
of  ponies  and  are  extremely  hardy,  re- 
quiring little  care — indeed,  if  neglected, 
they  can  take  good  care  of  themselves, 
if  left  to  range  on  hills  similar  to  those 
which  form  their  native  heath  in  their 
home  on  the  storm-racked  islands  to  the 
north  of  Scotland. 

The  colors  most  fashionable  here  are 
browns  and  blacks  and  the  picturesque 
pie  and  skewbald,  the  latter  tints  said 
to  show  descent  from  the  softer  Iceland 
ponies  and  Norwegians.  They  are,  how- 
ever, very  pretty,  and  are  in  request 
on  this  side  of  the  Atlantic.  It  is  only 
in  recent  years  that  importers  have  ex- 
ercised care  in  the  selection  of  pure- 
bred Shetland  ponies,  and  there  are  a 
number    of   northern    ponies    of   com- 


(^jggg^gt- 


'*  LIGHTFOOt"  (Shetland). 


"  spot"  (Exmoor). 


a  pony  and  not  a  vicious  little  runt  or 
an  accident.  Heredity  transmits  cer- 
tain characteristics  and  certain  temper- 
aments, and  a  study,  or  at  least  an  ac- 
quaintance, with  these  is  essential  in 
forming  a  decision  as  to  what  breed  will 
meet  your  kind  of  country,  and  the  kind 
of  work  you  want  to  put  him  to. 

I  shall  assume  that  the  pony  needed 
is  the  kind  of  general  utility  family 
pony,  or  "knockabout." 

Of  the  various  breeds  of  ponies 
adapted  to  general  purposes,  and  es- 
pecially safe  for  small  children,  the 
Shetlands  appeal  to  us,  for  between 
these  shaggy  little  beauties  and  our 
loved  toddlers  there  seems  to  be  a  nat- 
ural affinity.  vShetlands  will  allow  chil- 
dren to  do  almost  anything  with  them 
— and  there  is  very  little  which  an  en- 
terprising boy  will  not   attempt   to  do 


moner  kinds  in  this  country,  many  of 
them  alleged  to  be  of  Shetland  descent. 
To  protect  themselves,  those  interested 
in  the  propagation  of  the  true  breed 
have  established  a  stud-book  for  the 
registration  of  pure  stock,  and  have  or- 
ganized a  Shetland  Pony  Club,  which 
now  includes  in  its  membership  all  the 
reputable  breeders  and  importers. 

Mr.  Thomas  L.  Watt,  of  New  York 
City,  is  one  of  the  most  extensive  Shet- 
land pony  fanciers  in  the  East,  owning 
the  crack  stallions  Monte  Carlo,  Kelpie, 
Montreal  and  Uncle  Sam  ;  well  known 
to  the  frequenters  of  the  horse-shows. 
Mr.  William  Simpson,  of  New  York, 
owns  a  number  of  such  good  ones  as 
Dixie  and  Frank.  Mr.  W.  F.  Fotterall, 
of  Rosemont,  Pennsylvania,  is  the 
owner  of  Dandy  Thistle.  W.  J.  Samp- 
son,   of    Youngstown,    Ohio,    showed  a 


PONIES. 


127 


number  of  good  ones  at  the  last  Na- 
tional Horse -Show,  including-  Bobby 
Burns,  Jessie,  Pandora,  Ruby  and  Gem. 

Mr.  R.  F.  Carman,  of  Long  Island, 
has  owned  a  number  of  famous  harness 
ponies,  and  is  considered  an  authority 
upon  them.  Some  of  his  best-known 
prize-winners  were  Spot,  Lightfoot  and 
Eclipse.  The  chestnut  gelding  Gim- 
crack,  owned  by  Miss  Florence  Kemble, 
of  Philadelphia,  is  considered  a  very 
high  type  of  harness  pony,  and  he,  too, 
has  covered  himself  with  glory  in  the 
show-rings. 

In  describing  a  Shetland's  points,  Mr. 
Oscar  B.  Garrioch  writes  : 

"  The  head  should  not  be  too  fine, 
and  the  eye  should  be  prominent ;  the 
ears  of  good  size  and  set  well  forward. 
The  neck  is  thick  and  crested  high  up, 
so  that  the  impression  is  conveyed  that 


"  SEE  ME  "    (Shetland). 

the  crest  extends  right  up  to  the  ears. 
This  gives  appearance  of  great  strength 
in  the  neck,  and,  added  to  the  broad 
shoulders,  enables  the  pony  to  draw 
great  weights.  The  neck  should  be  of 
good  length,  and  the  back,  of  course, 
short.  The  rib  should  be  very  well 
sprung,  any  indication  of  slab-sidedness 
savoring  of  the  Icelander^  The  quarters 
should  be  as  round  as  an  apple,  and  the 
tail  set  on  moderately  high.  In  short, 
the  Shetland  pony  should  pass  muster 
when  judged  by  the  points  of  a  horse, 
and  there  must  be  no  appearance  of  a 
delicacy  about  him.  Nothing  effemi- 
nate will  do  for  a  Shetland  stallion.  A 
poor  neck  is  a  fatal  fault.  By  the  same 
reasoning  nothing  coarse  will  do  for 
a  mare.  The  geldings  should  be  a 
sturdy  medium  between  the  two.  An- 
other fatal  fault  is  an  inclination  to  legf- 


"  DANDY  "  (Welsh  and  Shetland). 

giness  ;  in  fact,  short  legs  are  so  charac- 
teristic of  the  Shetland  that  a  leggy 
one  is  rarely  met  with,  and  if  a  pony  is 
leggy  he  is  certain  to  have  Icelander 
blood  in  his  veins. 

"  So,  in  selecting  a  pony, 
look  for  one  that  is  short- 
legged,  sturdy  in  build,  thick 
in  chest,  strong  in  his  neck, 
round  in  his  quarters,  pleas- 
ant-faced, and  with  a  nice 
mane  and  fore  top.  The 
foretop  should  come  between 
the  ears  from  the  top  of  the 
crest,  and  the  pony's  legs 
should  be  sound  and  strong. 
The  pastern  should  be 
springy,  and  the  action  smart 
and  as  trappy  as  possible. 
The  eye  will  in  the  major- 
ity of  cases  indicate  the 
itemper." 
The  Exmoor  pony  is  highly  prized  in 
England  for  the  use  of  children  and 
ladies,  and  pony  fanciers  have  crossed 
it  very  successfully  with  the  Arab  and 


IMP.  "  TITANIA  "   (Pure  Welsh). 


128 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


Barb,  producing  polo  ponies  and  har- 
ness ponies  of  the  highest  quality. 
The  prevailing  colors  are  chestnut,  bay 
and  gray.  The  extreme  delicacy  and 
beauty  of  form  to  be  met  with  in  some 
individuals  of  this  breed  indicate  East- 
ern blood.  Comparatively  few  thor- 
oughbred Exmoors  have  been  imported 
into  this  country,  but  Exmoor  crosses 
may  be  found  in  the  breeding  of  many 
of  our  prize-winning  ponies. 

For  pony  breeding  in  excelsis  and  on 
scientific  lines,  and  having  regard  to  the 
matingof  blood-like  specimens  for  saddle 
and  stylishharnesspurposes,  particularly 
utilizing  the  pure  Welsh,  Arab-Welsh, 
Arab-Russ  and  Exmoor  strains,  we  must 
touch  upon  the  operations  which  Mr. 
Theodore  Cuyler  Patterson  has  carried 


the  endurance  of  that  race,  as  well  as 
the  snappy  action  of  the  typical  English 
harness  breed. 

Talking  of  polo-pony  breeding  calls 
to  mind  the  operations  in  that  di- 
rection by  Mr.  Spencer  Borden,  of  Fall 
River,  Mass.,  an  enthusiast  on  the  sub- 
ject of  producing  ponies  here  suitable 
for  the  game  in  England,  who  has  pro- 
mulgated much  information  about  the 
breeding  of  blood-like  ponies  from  the 
Arab  cross.  The  tendency  is  to  produce 
polo  ponies  nearer  14.2  than  14.  i  hands 
high,  and  possessed  of  all  the  character- 
istics of  the  mature  thoroughbred  race- 
horse, speed  being  highly  desirable  on 
the  larger  polo  fields  played  upon  nowa- 
days, in  contrast  to  the  small  enclosures 
to  which   the   Western  cow-pony   was 


"MONTREAL"    AND    "MONTE    CARLO." 


on  near  the  old  Erdenheim  Farm,  where 
rare  old  Leainington,  the  thoroughbred 
sire,  and  Flora  Temple,  the  great  trot- 
ting mare,  lie  at  peace  under  granite 
slabs.  Here  we  have  object  lessons  in 
the  Americo-Arab  Kasim,  son  of  Abdul 
Hamid  II.,  the  pure  Welsh  Titania, 
Queen  Mab,  and  that  renowned  prize- 
winner Cupid,  which  the  owner's  pretty 
little  daughter  Marie  can  do  what  she 
likes  with.  Then  the  same  owner  had 
the  great  pair  Lochiel  and  Cock  Spar- 
row, who  would  trot  together  in  harness 
for  many  miles  over  that  hilly  country 
and  put  to  the  test  the  endurance  of 
much  larger  horses.  Maritje,  another 
little  beauty  at  this  stud,  is  by  the 
hackney  stallion  Eclipse,  and  out  of  a 
Welsh  mare  of  quality,  and  her  paternal 
grandam  being  also  Welsh,  she  has  all 


better  adapted,  his  cat-like  motions  ren- 
dering better  play  possible  there  than 
they  would  on  the  long  ranges. 

Welsh  ponies  are  mostly  bay  or  brown 
in  color,  average  forty-four  inches  high, 
and  are  of  a  sturdy  pattern,  such  as 
m.ight  be  expected  from  a  race  which 
for  generations  has  roamed  the  mount- 
ains and  moorlands  of  Western  Britain. 
The  stock  has  of  late  years  been  much 
crossed  with  the  Lowland  breeds,  and, 
therefore,  the  pure-bred  ponies  are  now 
considered  invaluable.  They  are  har- 
ness ponies  of  great  endurance,  and 
popular  for  3'ouths'  and  children's  use. 
As  already  indicated  they  cross  well 
with  the  Exmoor,  Thoroughbred,  and 
Arab. 

The  English  hackney  pony  is  a  typical 
harness  pony,  possessing  all  the  traits 


PONIES. 


129 


"shamrock,"  "rat,"   "JANESVILLE"   and    "CHARLES   BURGESS,  JR." 


and  characteristics  in  miniature  of  the 
larger  hackney  horse.  It  has  been 
produced  by  crosses  of  the  original 
Norfolk  hackney  cob,  or  long-distance 
trotter,  whose  records  were  made  on  the 
hard  highroad  in  the  days  of  our  great- 
grand-sires,  and  by  using  the  fine  Welsh 
and  Exmoor,  some  Scotch  and  also 
some  New  Forest  mares  of  ten  and 
twelve-hand  stature.  Beautifully  con- 
formed, it  is  trappy  and  stylish,  and 
is  much  used  in  park  phaetons  and 
small  traps  and  carts  by  young  ladies 
and  youths  who  have  not  quite  arrived 
at  the  age  when  a  full-sized  horse  is  a 
necessity. 


A  breed  of  pony  found  along  the 
beaches  of  the  Eastern  States  is  the 
Chincoteague,  a  family  closely  related 
to  the  "  Marshtackie  "  of  Georgia  and 
Florida,  which  probably  had  their  origin 
in  the  Spanish  Louisianian  and  Texas 
cow-pony,  but  lacking  the  hardiness 
which  the  latter  has  gained  as  a  result 
of  the  rough  treatment  received  through 
generations.  These  ponies  have  long 
lost  any  fine  attributes  they  may  have 
once  possessed,  although  they  still  re- 
tain unlimited  endurance,  indomitable 
will,  and  the  ability  to  subsist  on  very 
sparse  fare. 

The  Canadian  pony,  which  very  well 


A  FAMILY   PARTY. 


I30 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


deserves  mention  here,  is  descended 
from  the  early  importations  of  Norman 
horses,  of  which  it  is,  in  point  of  fact, 
a  miniature,  possessing-  its  progenitor's 
high  crest,  flowing  and  wavy  mane  and 
tail,  grayish  or  dark  color,  trotting  ac- 
tion, and  docile  character.  Mixed  with 
the  blood  of  the  English  thoroughbred, 
this  pony,  or  cob,  has  undoubtedly  given 
stamina  to  the  cobs  of  Vermont,  New 
Hampshire  and  northern  New  York, 
and  breeders  and  fanciers  of  it  claim 
that  from  this  source  the  original 
Vermont  Morgan  family  is  descended. 
Herds  of  these  ponies,  now,  alas,  thin- 
ning out,  run  wild  on  the  prairies  of  the 
Northwest,  and  from  them  breeders  in 
the  Eastern  provinces  replenish  their 
stock,  finding  the  trained  animals  highly 
esteemed  for  general  harness  purposes. 
American  boys,  as  they  outgrow  their 
ponies,  are  fortunate  in  having  the  In- 


dian pony  as  a  means  of  transition  from 
pony  to  horse.  It  is  doubtful  whether 
a  boy  ever  really  learns  to  ride  with  a 
good  "seat"  until  he  mounts  a  small 
horse  or  a  pony  of  this  kind.  The 
Shetland's  back  is  so  broad  in  propor- 
tion and  his  withers  so  low  that  a  boy 
finds  it  a  very  different  matter  to  sit  a 
horse  properly  after  his  childish  pony. 
Truly,  the  wily  Indian  pony  of  our  con- 
tinent is  admirably  adapted  to  finish 
the  young  horseman's  education.  Not 
that  the  Indian  pony  is  nearly  so  bad  as 
tradition  paints  him.  No  doubt,  many 
individuals  have  bad  tempers  and  tricks 
innumerable,  but  most  of  these  are  ac- 
quired during  the  process  which  passes 
for  breaking.  They  are,  for  the  most 
part,  almost  entirely  unbroken,  but 
when  properly  handled  are,  generally 
speaking,  as  even-tempered  and  tract- 
able as  any  other  breed  of  horses. 


CYCLlf^"0  ROUND)  ABOUT  ©LO  i^ANHATTAN. 


THE    CmCL=lB    TO    THl 

BY  A.  H.  GODFREY. 


'*;;« 


"  AT  THE  merchant's  GATE,"  CENTRAL  PARK.  (/.132). 

MEANDERING  a- wheel  along  one 
or    other  of    the    city's   broad 
thoroughfares  which   lead    out 
through  the    Park,   or  by  river 
front,  and  find  their  ending  in  some  sub- 
urban shady  lane,  I  often  wonder  how 


many  of  the  countless  thousands  of  our 
cyclists  who  take  their  rides  abroad,  ap- 
preciate the  inexhaustible  beauties  of 
nature  which  lie  within  the  confines  of 
Manhattan's  Isle,  or  adjacent,  and  are 
theirs  for  the  asking  without  the  ex- 
penditure of  a  nickel. 

Thoughts  such  as  these  prompt  the 
searcher  after  things  that  are  quaint 
to  hie  away  from  club  meets  and 
century  runs,  and  become  a  leisurely 
saunterer,  alone,  or  in  congenial  com- 
pany, to  some  cosey  nook  in  nature's 
t^arden-patch  or  some  old  edifice  of  his- 
toric interest,  beyond  the  reach  of  the 
noisy  picnickers,  and  enjoy  a  holiday 
such  as  only  a  lover  of  the  rural  and 
romantic  can  appreciate. 

It  is  wonderful  how  very  quickly  one 
can  get  away  from  the  elaborate  prod- 
ucts of  the  modern  builder,  the  tower- 
ing structures  which  make  one's  eyes 
ache,  and  the  dignity,  far  more  impress- 
ive and  pleasing,  of  the  roomy  and 
well-proportioned  edifices  which  mark 
the  abode  of  the  dwellers  on  Murray 
Hill. 

Let  us  enter  Central  Park  by  Scholar's 
Gate  at  the  Plaza,  and  guide  our  wheels 
through    the    maze    of    vehicles    going 


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RAISED    TO    THE   NATION'S    HERO."       (/.   IJJ.) 


north  along  the  fashionable  east  drive. 
Everybody  who  is  anybody  conies  here 
sooner  or  later  in  the  day,  the  bon  ton 
while  the  sun  is  high,  and  those  who 
would  be  of  their  set  in  the  waning  twi- 
light, and  the  remainder  after  the  lights 
are  seen  flickering  through  the  trees. 

Next  take  a  dip  down  the  main  drive 
to  the  Obelisk,  the  Egyptian  monolith. 


now  looking  down  upon  a  million  dwell- 
ers in  this  busy  metropolis  whose  site 
even  was  tmknown  to  the  Eastern  world 
when  the  tall  shaft  had  an  existence  of 
two  thousand  years. 

As  we  make  the  circuit  of  the  Park  we 
rest  a  few  moments  at  a  picturesque  dell 
much  frequented  by  lovers  of  quietude, 
and  wander    down    the    winding   path, 


AND    JOYOUSLY    WEND    UP    THE    BOULEVARD."       {p.    IJ2.) 


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OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


•'  WE    EMERGE    BENEATH    THE    FOOT-BRIDGE."      (p.    IJ^/-") 


which  leads  where  the  rocks  slope  in 
rugged  beauty  and  are  crested  with  ma- 
jestic trees.  Seats  are  half  hidden  in 
overhanging  foliage,  and  the  wistaria 
twines  around  the  rustic  benches,  which, 
like  magnets,  draw  us  to  their  embrace. 

The  day  being  ours  to  do  with  what 
we  will,  we  turn  out  of  the  Park  at  the 
Merchant's  Gate  and  joyously  wend  up 
the  cyclist's  paradise,  yclept  the  Boule- 
vard, which,  in  the  language  of  every 
wheeling  enthusiast,  leads  to  every- 
where. The  branches  of  the  white  pines, 
planted  years  ago,  almost  meet  overhead, 
and  their  long  fringes  are  of  the  kind 
that  whisper  soothingly  to  every  pass- 
er-by and  become  musical  with  the  slight- 
est stirring  air.  The  landscape-gardener 
has  been  given  carte  blancJie  on  the 
strips  under  cultivation  which  border 
the  central  promenade;  and,  where  floral 
culture  has  not  been  arranged  for,  young 
lindens,  Lombardy  poplars  and  horse- 
chestnut  trees  have  been  set  out. 

Along  this  cyclist's  paradise  may  be 
seen  wheeling  enthusiasts  of  all  ages 
and  sizes.  Near  the  lower  end  great 
crowds  congregate  to  smile  at,  first,  then 


criticise,  and,  finally,  imitate  those  who- 
float  by  them. 

Where  the  Boulevard  is  highest  we  re- 
fresh, as  the  saying  goes,  when  soda- 
water  is  indulged  in  (for  experienced 
riders  seldom  drink  anything  stronger, 
and  very  little  of  that) ;  and  then  we  glide, 
down  the  hill  to  Ninety-sixth  street  and 
turn  on  to  New  York's  great  show-place, 
the  Riverside  Drive.  Here  nature  has 
been  aided  and  abetted  by  man,  and  both 
have  embellished  with  a  lavish  hand 
this  favored  pleasure-ground.  All  along 
the  border  of  this  drive,  from  Seventy- 
second  street  to  the  point  at  which  we 
stand,  the  landscape-gardener  has  been 
busy  planting  out  early  spring  flowers. 
Acres,  too,  have  been  planted  in  shrub- 
bery and  vines;  and  hardy  trees  like  the 
oak,  maple,  locust  and  sycamore  have: 
been  left  in  clumps  bordering  the  net- 
work of  walks  which  render  every  part, 
of  this  ideal  retreat  accessible  to  pedes- 
trians. Above  all  this  are  the  noble  struc- 
tures of  Columbia  University  and  other 
institutions  on  Morningside  Heights,  the 
whole  being  flanked  at  the  northern  ex- 
tremity by  the  stately  white-marble  pile- 


CYCLING  ROUND  ABOUT  OLD  MANHATTAN. 


-^Zl 


raised  to  the  nation's  hero,  General  Ulys- 
ses S.  Grant.  Magnificent  is  the  only 
word  which  correctly  expresses  the  im- 
pression conveyed. 

There  are  not  more  than  one  or  two 
historic  old  relics  left  nowadays  along- 
the  famous  drive,  and  about  the  only 
one  that  will  attract  the  wayfarer  is  the 
mansion  with  lofty  porch  supported  on 
Grecian  pillars,  which  was  built  by 
General  Gage  early  in  the  last  century. 
While  not  claiming,  like  so  many 
other  old  places  in  the  vicinity,  to  have 
been  occupied  by  Washington  as  his 
headquarters,  it  is  said  to  have  sheltered 
the  great  General  on  more  than  one 
occasion,  and,  somewhat  after  the 
manner  of  Jubal  mansion  overlooking 
the  Harlem  River,  was  a  house  at 
which  the  officers  of  the  contending 
hosts  used  to  meet  socially,  as  on  neu- 
tral ground. 

But  we  must  leave  the  cycle  path  and 
ride  down  the  hill  and  around  the  Clare- 
mont  if  we  are  to  enjoy  the  superb 
and  glorious  view  of  the  Hudson  from 
the  bluff.  Here  one  could,  and  a  great 
many  riders  do,  linger  for  hours  and 
hours  to 

"Watch  the  ships  go  gliding  by 
To  reach  the  ocean  wide." 

Resting  awhile  on  one  of 
the  benches,  conveniently 
placed  in  shade  under  the 
tall  trees  which  have  their 
roots  set  on  the  edge  of  the 
bluff,  we  try  to  name  the 
yachts  whose  glistening 
sails  dot  the  blue  waters  ; 
and  failing  this  we  are  more 
fortunate  in  distinguishing 
the  steam  yacht  NoiLrmaliai, 
whose  brass  trimmings 
shine  like  burnished  gold  in 
the  bright  sunlight,  and 
whose  whitened  decks  and 
neat  top-hamper  declare  her 
to  be  in  commission  and 
perhaps  bound,  with  a 
merry  party  aboard,  to 
some  seaside  resort  where 
fashion  holds  her  sway. 
Anon  we  catch  the  sound 
of  the  thump,  thump,  of  a 
large  river-steamer's  pad- 
dles as  she  approaches  from 
the  city  ;  and  for  a  time  she 
seems  to  stand  still,  so  dis- 
tant is  she  from  us.  But 
presently  the  swash  of  her 


side-wheels  strikes  the  tympanum,  and 
the  next  moment  strains  of  music  float 
toward  us  on  the  breeze,  telling  of  the 
pleasures  of  those  on  board.  She  is 
one  of  the  Albany  day-boats  and  bound 
up-stream,  and  glides  by  us  as  majes- 
tically as  an  ocean  greyhound. 

Having  taken  our  fill  of  the  beauties 
of  river  and  Palisades,  the  latter  form- 
ing our  horizon  on  the  opposite  bank  of 
the  Hudson,  we  now  leave  the  Riverside 
Drive,  and  coasting  down  (again  con- 
trary to  the  law,  but  it  is  still  early  in 
the  day  and  there  are  few  other  riders 
or  drivers  to  be  met  with  on  the  steep 
grade)  to  the  Boulevard,  we  put  on 
steam  and  give  our  muscles  some  hard 
work  making  the  long  rise  toward  Wash- 
ing Heights.  Skirting  Audubon  Park, 
we  take  the  road  along  the  cliff  to  the 
fort,  and  note  the  point  at  which  the 
British  General  Lord  Cornwallis  crossed 
the  Hudson,  only  to  be  frustrated  by 
the  vigilance  of  General  Washington. 
With  a  good  field-glass  the  road  cut  by 
Cornwallis,  up  the  face  of  the  Palisades,, 
and  two  years  later  used  by  Gen- 
eral Lord  Grey,  who  surprised  Colonel 


POE'S   cottage,    FORDHAM.       {p.    IS4.) 


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Baylor's  regiment,  may  easily  be  dis- 
cerned. Here  we  are,  indeed,  on  historic 
ground,  and  round  about  us  on  every 
hand  are  landmarks  indicative  of  the 
great  struggle  for  liberty.  As  we  push 
on  toward  the  great  viaduct,  the  vistas 
are  many  and  varied,  and  the  whole  val- 
ley of  the  Harlem  lies  at  our  feet.  Close 
at  hand  is  Madam  Jubal's  sturdy  man- 
sion, where  Aaron  Burr  paid  his  court, 
and  which  was  the  theatre  of  political 
by-play  in  the  stirring  times  already  re- 
ferred to.  On  the  higher  elevations  sur- 
rounding the  valley  are  still  the  remains 
of  the  old  block-houses,  from  which  the 
■  contending  generals  viewed  the  contests 
""twixt  their  armies  ;  and  away  off  to  the 
north,  where  Kingsbridge  nestles  under 
the  brow  of  Marble  Hill,  is  the  old  foot- 
bridge which  spans  the  Spu3'ten  Duyvil 
Creek,  and  marks  the  "wading  place," 
or  ferry,  first  established  between  New 
Amsterdam  and  the  uplands  beyond. 
Here  John  Archer  established,  in  167 1, 
the  Manor  of  Fordham,  which  extended 
originally  from  the  creek  to  High 
Bridge,  and  from  the  Harlem  to  the 
Bronx  River.  The  King's  Bridge, .free 
to  all  the  King's  forces,  was  here  erected 
in  1693,  by  one  Frederick  Flypsen,  and 
later  forfeited  to  the  Crown;  but  on  New 
Year's  Day,  1759,  a  new  bridge  was  de- 
clared open  to  the  public,  without  toll, 
and  the  occasion  was  celebrated  by  a 
grand  barbecue. 

Turning  our  back  on  this  enticing 
panorama,  we  resolutely  face  east  and 
cross  the  new  Washington  Bridge. 
From  the  viaduct  we  now  obtain  a  view 
of  the  upper  and  eastern  reaches  of  the 
Harlem,  and  of  Fort  George  on  the 
high  bluff  to  the  left,  that  would  need 
the  artistic  methods  of  a  Turner  to  do  it 
justice.  From  the  bridge  runs  Feather- 
bed Lane,  at  least  it  is  so  named, 
presumably  because  of  the  extreme 
nnevenness  of  its  surface  prior  to  a 
recent  date,  when  the  city  fathers  graded 
it  and  laid  on  macadam.  There  are  one 
or  two  grand  old  manors  hereabout, 
but  our  present  purpose  is  to  keep 
right  on  and  cross  Jerome  avenue, 
the  scene  of  so  many  spirited  contests 
between  blooded  horses  in  the  days 
gone  by  when  our  richest  and  most 
honored  citizens  deemed  the  driving 
of  a  speedy  trotter  a  step  toward  their 
social  prominence.  Down  this  avenue 
they  used  to  drive,  and  across  old  Alex- 
ander Macomb's  bridge,  to  connect  with 


the  Harlem  Lane,  now  St.  Nicholas 
avenue. 

Keeping  along  Jerome  avenue,  as 
far  as  One  Hundred  and  Seventy- 
Seventh  street,  we  turn  left  between  the 
road-houses  and  go  up  the  steep  but 
short  rise  to  Morris  avenue.  Here  we 
find  a  rural  community  whose  ancestors 
dated  contemporary  with  or  immediately 
subsequent  to  the  Van  Keulers,  the  Van 
Twill ers  and  De  Forests,  who  established 
their  boweries  along  the  Great  Kill,  and 
who  were  called  by  the  Indians,  the 
Muscootas,  by  which  they  meant  the 
settlers  on  the  fiatlands  of  Harlem. 
Here,  as  at  Inwood  and  the  rocky  corner 
of  Manhattan  Island  about  Fort  Wash- 
ington, the  cyclist  is  entirely  removed 
from  every  sight  and  sound  of  the  city, 
and  here  one  can  stroll  for  hours  amid 
green  lanes  and  beneath  ancient  trees, 
in  an  atmosphere  most  refreshing. 

We  follow  the  macadam  of  Morris 
avenue  until  the  Fordham  Landing 
Road  is  reached,  and  on  this  we  turn 
right,  being  careful  going  down  the  hill 
past  the  church;  and  then  we  ride  to 
Kingsbridge  road,  a  little  to  the  left,  on 
which  we  discover  the  poet  Edgar  Allan 
Poe's  cottage,  nestling  under  the  lee  of 
a  gnarled  old  tree  on  which  there  hangs 
a  sign  intimating  that  the  cottage  is 
private  property  and  the  curious  must 
not  trespass.  A  crude  painting  indi- 
cating a  raven  is  affixed  to  the  side 
of  the  cottage,  and  under  it  a  metal  sign 
relating  that  the  house  was  once 
occupied  by  the  poet.  In  the  garden 
are  some  sunflowers  and  an  aster  or 
two,  and  some  white,  lace-flowered 
sambucus  intermingling  with  fragrant 
wild  roses,  a  golden  rod,  white  balsams 
and  some  ox-ej^ed  daisies.  Away  we 
wheel  again  along  the  Fordham  road 
and  down  the  hill  to  Fordham  station 
where  the  New  York  Central  Railroad 
crosses,  and  we  find  ourselves  at  our 
destination,  the  incomparable  woodlands 
of  Bronx  Park,  in  all  their  pristine 
naturalness.  Not  within  hundreds  of 
miles  is  there  so  primitive  a  piece  of 
nature  as  the  hemlocks  of  the  Bronx. 

The  main  entrance  to  the  Park  from 
Pelham  avenue,  is  unmarked  by  gate- 
way of  any  kind,  but  after  passing  the 
meadows  which  stretch  down  to  where 
the  thickset  undergrowth  of  vines  in- 
dicates the  stream's  course,  we  come 
upon  two  stone  columns  placed  at  the 
boundary  of  the   grounds  immediately 


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AMONG   THE   HEMLOCKS. 

surrounding"  old  Pierre  Lorillard's  man- 
sion, an  edifice  rather  too  modern- 
looking  to  call  old,  yet  getting-  on  in 
years. 

But  the  winding-  stream  is  our  goal, 
and  after  paying  a  visit  to  the  snuff- 
mill,  now  a  ruin,  we  take  the  embowered 
path  along  the  rocks  and  presently 
emerge  'neath  the  foot-bridge,  which  all 
must  agree  is  most  romantically  situate. 
Looking  down  at  the  placid  waters  be- 
low the  falls,  watching  the  lights  and 
shadows  flit  athwart  the  luxuriant  fo- 
liage, there  comes  a  sense  of  infinite 
peace,  and  one  experiences  the  desire  to 
remain  there  always. 

A  ramble  through  this  natural  park 
made  joyous  with  the  trilling  of  song- 
birds and  the  laughter  of  pretty  children 
at  play  on  the  lawns,  is  a  pleasure  un- 
speakable to  any  lover  of  the  beautiful; 
and  we  revel  in  what  lies  around  us  as 
we  pedal  along  past  glades  and  crannies 
the  exquisite  loveliness  of  which  tempts 
us  to  dismount  and  study  them  in 
detail.  Pushing  their  way  through 
clusters  of  partially  decayed  leaves  are 
delicate  blue-tinted  flowers,  fixed  in  a 
setting  of  ivy-like  surroundings  iri- 
descent with  brown,  purple  and  green. 
These  are  the  heralds  of  spring,  and 
Bryant  has  thus  described  them: 

"  The  squirrel-cups,  a  graceful  company, 
Hide  in  their  bells,  a  soft  aerial  blue; 
Sweet  flowers  that  nestle  in  the  humblest  nooks, 
And  yet  within  whose  smallest  bud  is  wrapped 
A  world  of  promise  !  " 


Hazels  draped  with  catkins  and  twigs 
of  maple  wreathed  in  red  also  strike  the 
eye;  and  while  we  would  like  to  possess 
some  of  the  blue  and  white  blossoms 
which  cluster  in  the  crannies,  yet  we 
have  no  desire  to  hoard  them  tightly 
pressed  and  flattened  out  between  hard 
boards,  and  so  we  leave  them  to  strive 
and  flourish  in  the  dell  under  conditions 
which  best  suit  their  delicate  nature, 
and  remount  our  spheres  murmuring  the 
while  the  lines  of  Richard  Dana: 

"  I  loved  you  ever,  gentle  flowers. 
And  made  you  playmates  of  my  youth; 
The  while  your  spirit  stole 
In  secret  to  my  soul, 
To  shed  a  softness  through  my  ripening  powers 
And   lead  the  thoughtful   mind   to   deepest 
truth." 

If  the  wheel  had  done  nothing  more 
for  the  millions  of  the  great  metropolis 
than  entice  thousands  upon  thousands 
in  the  course  of  each  long  summer  to 
this  enchanting  spot — and  it  certainly 
has  been  the  means  of  bringing  many 
thousands  to  the  locality,  to  whom 
otherwise  it  would  have  been  but  a 
geographical  expression  —  the  silent 
steed  would  have  deserved  to  be  placed 
amongst  the  potent  forces  for  good  that 
are  marking  the  end  of  the  nineteenth 
century.  How  many  miore  such  charms 
dot  all  the  northern  limits  of  the  me- 
tropolis, only  those  know  who  go  "  cy- 
cling round  about  Old  Manhattan." 


OUR    GOAL. 


YACHTiHO    m    THI 


)UHHY  mourn. 


BY  C.   H.  GLIDDEN,   EX-COMMODORE  SOUTHERN   YACHT  CLUB. 


NATURE  is  kind 
to  the  yachts- 
menof  the 
South,  for,  so 
far  as  climate  is  con- 
cerned, the  season 
might  be  extended 
through  the  twelve 
months — in  fact  it  has 
been  many  times  in 
my  own  case — and 
sailing  in  winter 
is  in  some  re- 
spects even  more 
enjoyable  than 
during  the 
summer.  The 
breezes  are  then 
more  capricious, 
as  the  trade-winds  have  less  influence  ; 
and  with  able  little  vessels,  bucking  a 
stiff  northeaster  under  close  reefs  is  to 
the  sailor  boys  better  fun  than  "  when 
fleecy  clouds  go  sailing  by." 

The  exigencies  of  business,  however, 
limit  the  benevolence  of  nature,  for  the 
club  members  being  nearly  all  directly 
or  indirectly  connected  with  the  cotton 
or  rice  interests,  are  forced  to  confine 
themselves  to  the  early  summer  months 
from  April  to  August,  for  their  yacht- 
ing. Now,  during  this  time  the  south- 
west trade-winds  are  reliable,  steady 
and  more  or  less  strong  ;  so  much  so 
that  the  events  ordered  by  the  Com- 
modore are  safely  fixed  for  certain 
hours  and  days,  perhaps  weeks  ahead. 
This  is  also  observed  in  arranging  his 
schedule  of  daily  runs  and  rendezvous 
for  extended  cruises.  The  fogs  of 
Northern  waters  are,  owing  to  the 
equable  climate,  very  nearly  unknown. 
Sometimes,  at  rare  intervals,  a  sea- fog 
tries  to  encroach  upon  the  coursing 
ground,  but  it  is  invariably  diaphanous 
and  is  soon  dispelled. 

The  low-lying  shores  of  Charleston 
Bay  give  a  free  sweep  to  the  trade- 
winds,  "  whose  breezes  blow  across  a 
sea  of  sapphire  blue,"  and,  moreover, 
blow  with  a  steady  sweep,  so  that.squalls 
are  rare.  It  is  true  that  on  racing  days 
Boreas  usually — almost  invariably — 
piles  up  his  big,  black  clouds  in  the 
northwest,  with  occasionally  a  water- 
spout for   variety,    just   to    tempt   the 


dare-devils  ;  and  he  takes  them  all  aback 
at  some  critical  moment.  But  he  never 
does  this  on  "  ladies'  days/'  and  the 
yachts  go  out  with  deck-loads  of  beauti- 
ful Southern  girls,  with — Oh,  of  course  ! 
— their  chaperons,  every  afternoon,  usu- 
ally running  a  mile  or  two  outside  .the 
jetties  to  give  them  a  sprinkle  or  a 
dash  of  salt  water.  This  is  a  run  of  nine 
miles  from  the  city,  and  the  return  is 
usually  made  under  the  moonlight,  or 
almost  equally  brilliant  starlight. 

After  a  hot  summer  day  ashore,  to 
sail  on  Charleston  Bay  of  an  afternoon, 
when  the  whole  fleet  of  beautiful  boats 
is  out,  each  with  its  complement  of  fair 
guests,  all  decked  in  their  dainty  boating 
costumes,  tempting  the  gossamer  but- 
terflies that  flit  and  hover  about  the 
whitecaps  to  alight  on  our  sails  and 
rigging,  the  semi-tropical  scenery  of  the 
shores  clad  with  luxuriant  verdure  down 
even  to  the  water's  edge,  and  on  the 
other  hand  the  well-loved  city,  lying- 
picturesque  as  another  Venice,  as  if 
afloat  on  the  water,  its  spires  and  tiled 
roofs  burnished  to  a  golden  bronze  un- 
der the  westering  sun,  presents  a  scene 
of  romantic  beauty  unequaled  by  any 
other  sheet  of  water  in  America.  Not 
the  least  of  its  practical  advantages 
may  be  the  fact  that  here  is  found  a 
region  where  fogs  cease  from  troubling 
and  where  the  breezes  never  rest. 

A  cruise  along  the  creeks,  rivers,  and 
sounds  that  separate  the  Sealslands  from 
the  mainland,  is  always  charming  ;  but 
the  two  or  three  weeks  before  Easter 
was  always  my  favorite  season.  There 
is  not  only  no  danger  from  malaria,  and 
no  mosquitoes,  but  then  all  nature's 
children  seem  to  feel  the  revivifying  in- 
fluence of  the  spring  of  the  year,  and 
the  woods  as  well  as  the  waters  are 
alive  with  game.  The  days  are  fresh 
and  breezy,  the  balmy  air  is  laden  with 
the  fragrance  of  the  sweet  gum,  the 
bay,  the  jessamine,  the  wistaria,  the 
honeysuckle,  and  the  pungent  odors  of 
the  pine,  while  the  still  trustful  little 
birds,  the  wood-thrush,  the  song-spar- 
row, the  meadow-lark,  and  countless 
others,  busy  with  their  own  affairs,  twit- 
ter their  love-songs    along   the   shores. 

The  nights  at  this  season  are  almost 
too  sweet  for  sleep,  and  even  the  laziest 


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of  us  loung-e  in  the  cockpit  with  our 
pipes,  and  spin  yarns  of  other  days,  or 
sing"  our  boat-song-s,  with  banjo  as  ac- 
companiment. Far  into  the  night,  as 
the  wind  goes  down,  may  be  heard  the 
soft  twitter  of  the  wood-birds,  or  the 
sharp  "  whish  "  of  the  whip-poor-will, 
and  from  the  far-off  mainland  comes 
now  and  again  the  quaint  call  of  the 
mocking-bird,  plaintive  or  querulous. 

Well  I  recall  one  such  season  when 
the  fleet  was  enjoying  an  early  cruise, 
and  the  yachts,  which  had  sailed  down 
from  Charleston  during  the  past  two  or 
three  days,  were  lying  at  anchor  off  the 
landing,  waiting  for  the  night  tide  to 
carry  them  through  Mosquito  Creek  to 
St.  Helena.  But  charming  Ed  is  to 
Island  is  not  so  easily  passed  by  the 
younger  spirits.  Therefore,  when  the 
offer  was  made  by  Colonel  Creston  that 
if  they  would  lie  over  till  the  next  tide 
he  would  give  them  a  country  dance, 
the  Commodore  was  overwhelmed  by 
the  pressure  to  rescind  his  orders  and 
to  let  the  night  tide  go  through  Mos- 
quito by  itself.  As  this  was  quite  con- 
sistent with  our  ideas  the  youngsters 
carried  the  day,  and  the  order  was 
given  for  all  hands  to  take  shore-leave 
till  midnight.  So  we  donned  our  best 
yachting  togs  and  reported  to  the  Colo- 
nel in  good  time. 

The  plantation-house  was  designed 
with  a  very  wide  hall  running  from 
front  to  rear  ;  large  doors  opening  on 
to  piazzas  or  galleries,  with  living  or 
sleeping  rooms  on  both  sides.  This  hall 
had  been  cleared  of  all  furniture,  and 
the  pictures,  antlers,  and  other  trophies 
from  both  sea  and  land  were  festooned 
with  vines  of  the  yellow  jessamine, 
while  flowers  and  ferns  w^ere  placed  in 
vases  and  jars  on  shelves  along  the 
walls.  On  the  gallery  outside  the  door- 
way at  the  rear  sat  the  dusky  band, 
consisting  of  first  and  second  violins, 
'cello,  and  the  inevitable  banjo.  The 
music  was  not  entrancing,  but  the  time 
at  least  was  perfect.  The  young  people 
were  enjoying  a  deux  temps  when  we 
reached  the  scene,  and  the  Colonel  re- 
ceived us  at  the  door.  At  the  conclusion 
of  the  waltz  we  were  presented  to  part- 
ners, and  a  quadrille  was  formed. 

These  country  maidens  are  by  no 
means  ordinary  provincials  ;  no  young 
people  in  America  have  more  refining 
influences  in  their  homes.  While  the 
merry  scene  within  was  peculiarly  pict- 


uresque, the  men  wearing  their  natty 
uniform  jackets,  their  partners  charm- 
ing in  fleecy  gowns  and  gay  ribbons, 
the  cool  sea-breeze  wafting  the  odors 
of  countless  flowers  on  the  air,  the  night 
out  of  doors  was  superb.  A  nearly  full 
moon  gave  its  radiance  to  a  cloudless 
sky,  and  occasionally  the  clear  trilling 
notes  of  a  mocking-bird  came  from  a 
copse  near  by.  In  the  distance  was 
heard  now  and  again  the  sharp  "  whish  " 
of  a  whip-poor-will,  and  the  distant 
boom  of  the  surf  on  the  outer  beach. 

The  next  morning  the  Colonel  sug- 
gested a  tramp  after  birds,  but  the  ladies 
of  the  party  begged  for  a  sail,  and  as 
a  fresh  breeze  was  springing  up,  their 
wishes  were  favored  by  the  yachtsmen. 

Orders  were  sent  off  to  the  boats  to 
get  in  trim  for  a  race,  and  the  Colonel 
gave  us  his  instructions.  The  course 
was  to  be  from  a  line  near  the  mouth  of 
the  creek,  to  and  around  the  sea-buoy 
and  return.  This  gave  plenty  of 
windward  work  and  a  run  before  the 
wind  home.  Preliminaries  being  settled, 
all  were  soon  on  board  their  respective 
boats,  crews  assigned  to  their  stations, 
head-sails  run  up  and  anchors  stowed. 
Miss  Creston  was  to  sail  the  flag-ship,  and 
Miss  Sallie  Willett  was  chosen  to  sail 
the  Pantomime.  Bang  !  went  the  start- 
ing gun,  and  away  we  flew  for  the  line. 
Getting  well  out  into  the  river  we 
encountered  a  stiff  sou'wester,  and  we 
were  soon  going  at  a  tremendous  pace 
straight  into  it.  At  every  plunge  our 
bowsprit  pierced  and  tore  the  wave- 
crests,  but  no  heed  was  given  to  the 
showers  of  spray  that  drenched  the 
forward  decks.  As  all  the  young  women 
were  prepared  for  it  they  enjoyed  the 
fun.  Thanks  to  the  stiff  breeze,  we  were 
really  making  a  fine  race.  The  boats 
kept  well  together,  being  admirably 
handled;  it  being  beyond  the  strength 
of  a  girl  to  hold  a  boat  steady  in  such  a 
sea,  of  course  it  became  an  absolute 
necessity  that  a  man's  hand  should  as- 
sist in  keeping  her  on  her  course. 

The  flag- ship  kept  her  lead,  going 
through  the  combing  seas  like  a  shark, 
and  lying  down  to  the  young  gale  till, 
as  she  leaped  across  the  seas,  her  center- 
board  frequently  showed  its  glistening 
blade  like  a  fire.  The  turning  buoy  was 
soon  abeam,  and  the  next  tack  would 
reach  it.  We  were  evidently  pulling  up 
on  the  leader,  as  she  was  apparently 
rather   over-canvased   for   such   a  bout 


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with  combing'  seas.  We  were  both  on 
the  starboard  tack,  the  flag-ship  in  the 
lead  but  to  leeward,  so  that  when  she 
came  about  we  should  undoubtedly 
meet  her,  and  then,  having  the  right 
of  way,  we  would  by  rights  force  her 
to  give  way.  Down  goes  her  helm  ! 
As  she  pays  off  on  the  port  tack  and 
lies  down  in  a  smother  of  sea  she  can- 
not possibly  clear  us  if  we  hold  our 
luff.  Shall  we  attempt  it?  No;  but 
we'll  give  them  a  scare  anyhow.  Bearing 
straight  across  her  course  till  our  bow- 
sprit was  within  a  couple  of  fathoms 
of  hers,  and  seeing  no  sign  of  yielding, 
we  tacked  under  her  lee.  This  was  a 
concession  due  purely  to  gallantry.  But 
we  were  fortunately  far  enough  to 
windward  to  make  the  buoy,  and  both 
the  boats  rounded  practically  together. 
Then,  easing  sheets,  away  we  flew  before 
the  wind  like  two  great  snowy  sea-birds, 
smothered  in  foam.  The  wind,  if  any- 
thing, increased  as  we  ran  up  the  river, 
and  each  boat  looked  simply  like  a  mass 
of  rushing  foam  with  white  and  glisten- 
ing sails  flashing  in  the  sunlight.  The 
Pantomime  was  just  far  enough  astern 
of  the  flag-ship  to  blanket  her  had  we 
been  so  disposed,  but  we  nobly  resisted 
the  temptation — another  concession — 
and  trusced  to  luck. 

We  were  now  nearing  the  creek,  and 
the  course  being  defined,  sheets  were 
brought  in,  till  the  gale  came  just  abaft 
the  port-beam.  Our  lee-rails  were  buried 
in  foam,  which  hissed  through  the  lee- 
shrouds,  sending  its  spray  in  drenching 
showers  along  the  decks.  As  we  rounded 
the  point  of  trees  and  ran  fairly  into  the 
creek,  the  wind  was  shut  off  by  the 
foliage,  and  a  calm  ensued.  Now  put- 
ting our  helm  down,  we  luffed  on  her 
weather-quarter,  and,  being  decidedly 
the  heavier  boat,  we  were  carried  by 
our  momentum  to  windward;  and,  as  the 
flag-ship  lost  way,  we  ranged  ahead  and 
crossed  the  line  a  few  feet  in  advance, 
winning  the  race  and  the  Commodore's 
private  signal  for  our  bonnie  helms- 
woman. 

The  moon  was  nearing  the  full,  and 
in  spite  of  the  fact  that  our  barometer 
had  been  dropping  a  point  or  two  dur- 
ing the  afternoon,  it  was  determined  to 
get  under  way  at  ten  o'clock  that  night 
and  make  the  tide  through  Mosquito 
Cut  in  order  to  cross  Saint  Helena 
Sound  on  the  next  midday  flood. 

A  light  off-shore  wind  carried  us  up 


the  river,  and  we  entered  the  cut  with 
it  abeam.  But  the  draught  down  the 
creek  caught  us  ahead,  as  it  has  a  habit 
of  doing  in  creeks,  and  we  were  soon 
tacking  along  its  reaches.  The  flag-ship 
was  passed  by  the  Pantomime  in  one  of 
the  bends,  and  we  took  the  lead.  After 
a  while  the  night  became  ominously 
still,  and  the  wind  died  out.  The  quer- 
ulous chatter  of  the  blackbirds  was  sub- 
dued, and  even  the  croak  of  the  bull- 
frogs in  the  marshes  became  less  stri- 
dent. On  rounding  into  Big  Mosquito 
some  little  sharp  puffs  of  wind  came  off 
the  land,  while  in  the  northwest  the 
sky  became  obscured  by  rapidly-rising 
clouds.  But  the  night  vapors  that  hung 
over  the  marshes  warned  us  that  it 
would  be  midsummer  madness  to  sleep 
in  those  malarial  mists,  and  we  deter- 
mined to  push  on  as  best  we  could  to 
the  salt  water  of  the  Ashepoo. 

We  yet  carried  our  light  sails,  as  the 
moon  still  shone  resplendent  overhead, 
and  we  were  making  good  weather. 
Suddenly  and  without  warning  came  a 
sharp  squall  from  over  the  marshes, 
and  the  blackbirds  ceased  their  chatter. 
Light  sails  came  down  by  the  run, 
and  a  nasty  conflict  seemed  impending. 
Black  clouds  soon  came  rushing  on,  ob- 
scuring the  friendly  moon,  and  sending 
some  big,  hot  drops  of  rain  in  our  faces. 
To  most  of  us  it  implied  merely  a 
summer  squall,  but  the  Commodore  had 
conned  his  barometer,  and  he  well  knew 
that  delay  in  that  malarial  country,  in 
fresh  water,  involved  inevitable  country 
fever,  and  he  gave  no  restraining  orders. 

A  rush  of  rain  now  came  down  in 
blinding  sheets,  and,  although  we  were 
well  protected  by  our  oilies,  we  were 
drenched  outside.  The  squall  was  in- 
creasing in  force,  and  the  rain  became  so 
dense  that  even  our  night-lights  were 
obscured,  and  only  the  sharp  eyes  of 
our  negro  pilot  could  detect  the  shores 
to  warn  us  when  to  tack.  Just  as  we 
were  emerging  into  Bull's  Cut  our  pilot 
called  out,  "  Helm  hard  up,  sir;  flag-ship 
crossing  our  bows  !  "  It  was  too  late  ;  , 
the  clew-band  on  her  boom  caught  our 
wire  topmast-stay,  and,  as  both  boats 
were  under  high  pressure,  something 
had  to  give  way.  Crack  !  down  came 
our  topmast  over  the  lee-bow.  The 
flag-ship  had  the  right  of  way,  and  no- 
body was  to  blame  ;  but  it  was  vexing. 
The  boys  soon  had  the  riffle  cleared 
away  and  stowed  on  deck,  and  as  we 


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swung  into  the  broad  waters  of  the 
river  we  drew  a  long  breath  of  relief. 

The  flag-ship  kept  on  down  the  river 
and  we  all  followed  her.  The  tide  was 
running-  a  strong  ebb,  and  finally,  long- 
after  midnight,  she  sent  up  a  rocket  to 
signal  her  anchorage  off  Otter  Island 
near  the  river-mouth.  We  came  to 
alongside,  and  went  on  board. 

Within  a  half  hour  all  the  boats  were 
gathered  nearby,  and  as  soon  as  the  tide 
was  running  in  again  from  the  sea,  the 
order  was  given  for  all  hands  to  go  over- 
board for  a  swim  in  the  strong  salt 
water.  This  is  a  certain  preventive  of 
fever,  and  the  order  was  peremptory. 
Our  bath  being  supplemented  by  a  few 
grains  of  quinine,  we  turned  in  and  let 
the  winds  blow. 

When  we  of  the  Pantomime  went  on 
deck  rather  late  the  next  morning,  we 
found  no  let-up  in  the  gale,  although 
the  rain  had  ceased.  We  could  see 
across  the  marshes  the  wild  waters  of 
St.  Helena  Sound,  and  they  were  far 
from  enticing  to  amateur  sailors  on 
pleasure  bent.  St.  Helena  is  notorious 
for  its  rough  pranks,  and  no  open  boat 
at  least  ever  wrestles  with  them  with 
impunity.  However  the  flag-ship  had 
got  under  way  hours  before,  and,  to 
avail  themselves  of  the  flood- tide,  the 
whole  fleet,  under  close-reefs,  had  gone 
with  her. 

It  was  imperative  to  reach  Beaufort 
that  night,  as  the  Savannah  fleet  awaited 
us  there,  where  the  annual  inter-State 
race  was  to  be  held  on  the  following 
day.  We  could  now  count  on  only  an 
hour's  favor  of  the  flood-tide;  and,  al- 
though we  anticipated  a  tussle  with  the 
elements,  we  lost  no  time  in  battening 
down  hatches  and  companionways,  and, 
after  turning  in  a  couple  of  reefs,  the 
Pantomime  made  a  rush  out  into  it. 

The  wind  was  blowing  a  young  gale 
in  our  teeth,  and,  as  the  tide  was  still 
running  a  strong  flood,  it  knocked  up  a 
chop  of  combing  seas  that  incessantly 
swept  in  green  water  over  us,  fore  and 
aft.  The  spoon-drift  torn  from  the 
wave-crests  was  so  dense  that  vision 
was  obscured,  and  we  steered  wholly 
by  guess-work  and  dead  reckoning, 
guided  mainly  by  the  trusty  instincts 
of  our  negro  boat-keeper.  No  open  boat 
could  have  lived  a  moment  in  such 
weather,  but  ours  was  tight  as  a  drum, 
and  our  bowsprit  smashed  the  vicious 
onset  of  the    rushine  seas  like  a  flail. 


sending  dense  showers  and  sheets  of 
salt  water  to  our  crosstrees. 

It  was  glorious  !  We  had  a  trusty 
boat  under  us,  and  equally  trusty  hands 
at  helm  and  sheets,  and  we  were  bound 
to  make  the  most  of  the  fair  tide  while 
it  lasted.  We  were  quite  as  often  under 
water  as  above  it,  but  we  tenaciously 
carried  our  canvas  to  force  us  through 
the  big  combers  which  constantly  rolled 
over  us. 

The  strong  tide  swept  us  rapidly  to 
windward,  and,  as  the  water  was  warm, 
we  didn't  mind  the  drenching.  The 
Pantomime  stood  up  to  her  work 
bravely,  and  tore  through  the  rushing 
seas,  splitting  their  crests  and  sending 
them  astern  in  seething  masses  of  foam. 

Off  the  Comb'ee  we  tacked  to  run 
across  the  mouth  of  Bull  River,  and  we 
were  soon  in  the  midst  of  a  big  fleet  of 
foreign  ships  and  steamers;  and  running 
across  the  Coosaw  we  bucked  a  strong 
head-tide,  but  the  clouds  were  broken, 
and  we  soon  found  the  fleet,  awaiting 
us  in  Brickyard  Creek,  a  watercourse 
connecting  with  the  head  of  Beaufort 
River.  It  was  long  after  sunset,  but  the 
Commodore  signaled  the  fleet  to  pro- 
ceed. Arriving  near  midnight  ofl:  Saw- 
mill Point,  a  mile  from  town,  the  Com- 
modore sent  up  three  rockets  to  signal 
our  approach. 

From  the  Savannah  flag-ship  came 
three  answering  rockets,  and  these  were 
followed  by  a  shower  of  pyrotechnics  to 
assure  a  welcome  to  the  long-delayed. 
The  sky  was  still  overcast  by  heavy 
clouds,  the  moon  obscured,  and  the 
night  was  dark  as  Erebus ;  but,  on 
rounding  the  point  to  run  into  the 
harbor,  the  flotilla  of  lights  off  the  town 
served  to  guide  us,  and  we  were  soon 
anchored  off  the  club-house. 

The  barometer  took  an  upward  turn 
during  the  night,  and  the  morning  sky 
was  as  serene  as  if  storms  were  un- 
known in  that  summer  clime.  Soon 
after  colors,  our  Commodore  hauled 
down  his  pennant,  and,  sending  up  the 
Savannah  club  flag  in  its  place  for  a 
moment,  fired  a  gun  in  salute,  thus  plac- 
ing our  vessels  under  command  of  the 
Senior  Commodore.  The  regatta  was 
held  by  invitation  and  under  the  au- 
spices of  a  local  committee,  but  the  ri- 
valry of  the  two  cities  was,  in  those 
days,  as  sharp  as  that  in  an  interna- 
tional race. 

The  gale  had  now  blown  itself  out, 


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and  a  fine  wholesail  breeze  swept  up 
the  river  from  the  south.  As  every 
boat  in  the  squadron  was  entered  in  the 
two  classes,  a  spirited  contest  was  as- 
sured. I  accepted  the  Savannah  Com- 
modore's invitation  to  sail  with  him, 
and  had  the  honor  of  being  placed  in 
charge  of  his  main- sheet,  a  responsible 
but  easy  berth. 

The  race  was  closely  enough  con- 
tested, particularly  in  the  windward 
work  down  the  river,  to  make  it  inter- 
esting ;  but  while  their  small  boats  out- 
sailed ours  in  the  same  class,  and  dis- 
tanced them  in  the  run  up  the  riv- 
er, our  flag-ship  and  the  Pantomime 
outweathered  the  shallower  Savannah 
boats  in  the  open  water  of  the  Broad 
Sound,  reaching  down  to  Bay  Point, 
and,  after  turning,  led  them  a  merry 
dance  on  the  run  home. 

The  weather  continued  fine  and  the 
breeze  steady  until  we  again  entered  the 
river.  Some  heavy  clouds  were  now 
observed  making  up  in  the  west,  and 
occasionally  a  hoarse  rumble  of  thunder 
came  from  them  ;  but,  as  the  glass 
showed  no  disturbance,  we  ignored  the 
menace.  As  in  our  class  we  had  no 
light  sails  to  worry  about,  we  gave  most 
of  our  interest  to  the  open  boats  ;  and  a 
fine  race  they  were  making  as  they  ran 
before  the  stiff  sea-breeze  with  all  their 
balloon-sails  and  spinnakers  pulling 
lustily.  While  out  in  the  open  the  wind 
had  been  strong,  and  crowded,  as  the 
boats  were,  with  canvas,  it  required  the 
most  skillful  seamanship  to  handle  them 
to  advantage  and  to  avoid  mishaps ; 
but,  although  they  gave  us  assurance  of 
their  ability  in  plain  sailing,  we  in- 
dulged in  some  speculations  as  to  their 
performance  in  an  emergency,  and  we 
watched  with  some  apprehension  the 
big  black  clouds  that  were  now  rolling 
up  from  the  west. 

Passing  Battery  Creek,  off  Port  Royal, 
the  wind  gradually  lost  its  force,  and  we 
well  knew  that  a  squall  was  impending. 
We  felt  no  apprehension  for  the  larger 
craft,  as  they  were  all  under  easy  can- 
vas, but  as  the  small  fry  held  on  tena- 
ciously to  their  balloons,  and  were  all 
half  a  mile  astern  of  us,  we  kept  one  eye 
on  them,  hoping  they  would  heed  the 
warning,  as  otherwise  they  were  bound 
to  come  to  grief. 

These  summer  squalls  come  like  a 
thunderbolt,  and  unless  prepared  for 
them  a  boat  is  inevitably  overwhelmed. 


I  have  seen  sixteen  boats  disabled — cap- 
sized, dismantled  or  swamped — within 
five  minutes,  in  a  race  incur  harbor,  sim- 
ply because  their  crews  refused  to  dowse 
canvas  to  a  N.W.  squall.  Each  appar- 
ently waits  for  his  rival  to  be  the  first 
to  "show  the  white  feather,"  and  the 
result  is  usually  a  common  and  over- 
whelming cataclysm. 

As  the  leading  yachts  rounded  Old 
Fort,  within  a  mile  of  the  terminal  line^ 
off  the  club-house,  the  squall  struck 
them.  Pantomime  was  slightly  in  the 
lead,  and  having  already  stowed  her  jib,, 
holding  on  to  her  staysail,  she  dropped 
her  peak,  slacked  her  sheets,  and  ran  off 
a  few  points  under  easy  steerage  way  to 
minimize  the  brunt  of  attack — as  a  pu- 
gilist slips  away  from  a  vicious  punch.. 
The  flag- ship  held  on  to  her  sheets,  and 
got  a  severe  knock-down  for  her  temer- 
ity, losing  more  than  she  gained  thereby. 
As  the  storm  came  to  us  in  the  Savan- 
nah boat,  we  followed  the  Pantomime' s 
tactics,  and,  although  we  were  knocked 
over,  we  came  up  smiling. 

Now  it  was  time  to  look  out  for  the 
small  fry.  At  the  very  first  onset,  away 
went  their  kites — gaff-topsails  and  jib- 
topsails  soaring  off  to  leeward  on  the 
gale — topmasts  and  booms  cracking,, 
and  the  boats  themselves,  almost  be- 
yond control,  running  off  to  leeward 
like  wild  horses  in  a  stampede.  But,, 
luckily,  their  sails  and  spars  gave  way, 
and  none  of  the  boats  capsized.  In  ten 
minutes  the  fun  was  over,  and  a  dead 
calm  ensued. 

Our  flag-ship  and  the  Pantomime  were 
soon  again  under  normal  canvas,  but 
totally  becalmed  and  drifting  with  the 
tide,  which,  fortunately,  was  running  a 
strong  flood,  probably  flve  knots.  They 
were  within  a  few  hundred  yards  of  the 
line,  and  now,  their  draught  being  great- 
er aft  than  forward,  the  tide  caught  their 
heels,  and  as  they  lost  steerage  way 
they  both  turned  around  till  their  main 
booms  got  where  their  bowsprits  ought 
to  be  !  So  they  drifted  on  side  by  side 
for  the  goal,  while  cheer  after  cheer 
and  the  wildest  enthusiasm  greeted 
them  from  those  on  the  bluffs  and 
wharves  of  the  town. 

It  was  excessively  ludicrous,  and  gave 
a  unique  finish  to  an  otherwise  exciting 
race.  But  the  Pantomime  must  have  had 
longer  heels,  as  she  slightly  outdrifted 
the  flag-ship,  and  finally  her  boom 
crossed  the  line  a  few  yards  ahead. 


THE    ROLL-CALl,. 


WDTHl    A    FACBC-TIRASN    IN    THIS    SBIERRA 

^ADREo 

BY  OLIVER   C.   FARRINGTON. 


THE  State  of  Durango  in  Mexico  oc- 
cupies a  part  of  the  great  pla- 
teau which  rises  from  a  height 
of  about  6,000  feet  at  Durango,  its  capi- 
tal, to  one  of  9,000  feet  farther  west. 
From  this  point  the  slope  descends  rap- 
idly to  the  coast. 

In  the  mountains  abound  great  stores 
of  mineral  wealth,  as  yet  untouched.  In- 
exhaustible veins  of  lead,  zinc  and  silver 
ores,  ready  to  be  converted  into  metal, 
traverse  the  mountains  in  quantity ; 
bxit  so  inaccessible  are  they  as  yet  to 
labor  and  machinery  that  they  have  up 
to  the  present  time  remained  practically 
unworked.  The  eagle  eye  of  the  pros- 
pector has,  however,  from  time  to  time, 
scanned  the  region  thoroughly ;  and 
wherever  an  ore  has  shown  by  its  assay 
sufficient   richness   to   be  worked  with 


profit,  there  a  mine  has  been  started, 
to  be  followed  in  time  by  a  smelting  or 
milling  plant  and  a  little  settlement  of 
miners.  Thus  have  sprung  up,  here  and 
there  among  the  mountains,  little  iso- 
lated hamlets  with  populations  of  from 
fifty  to  a  few  hundred  souls. 

To  get  food  and  supplies  to  these  ham- 
lets, and  bring  back  the  ore  or  metal 
which  the  mines  produce,  has  been  the 
problem  which  the  managers  of  trans- 
portation have  had  to  solve.  Their  effort 
to  solve  it  has  evolved  the  pack-train. 

A  pack-train  consists  of  from  ten  to  a 
hundred  stout,  hardy,  sure-footed  moun- 
tain mules,  bearing  pack-saddles  on 
which  can  be  fastened  loads  of  from  25 
to  300  pounds  weight,  and  trained  to  fol- 
low a  bell-mare.  To  care  for  and  guard 
the  train  a  chief  driver  and  a  number  of 


ON   THE    TRAIL. 


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mozos  or  helpers  are  employed,  the  num- 
ber of  the  latter  depending  on  the  size 
of  the  train.  The  chief  driver,  or 
"  freighter,"  as  he  is  called,  may  himself 
own  the  outfit,  or,  as  is  more  commonly 
the  case,  it  is  the  property  of  a  ranch- 
owner. 

So  equipped,  the  trains  travel  through 
the  mountains  in  every  direction,  having 
routes  as  well  established  as  a  railroad 
and  conveying  loads  that  a  freight  train 
might  be  proud  of. 

It  was  in  this  region  that  I  found  my- 
self recently,  desirous  of  making  my 
way  to  one  of  the  mining  towns  one  hun- 
dred and  fifty  miles  distant  from  the  city 
of  Durango. 

There  were  only  two  ways  of  reaching 
it:  one  to  walk,  the  other  to  go  with  a  pack- 
train.  That  the  former  was  not  imprac- 
ticable was  shown  by  the  fact  that  men 
came  into  the  city  of  Durango  every  day 
with  packs  on  their  heads,  who  had 
walked  more  than  twice  the  distance.  I 
concluded  to  try  the  pack-train.  Nicolas, 
the  driver  of  the  train,  had  promised  to 
be  ready  to  start  Wednesday  (that  day 
being  Monday).  "  But,"  the  mine-owner 
in  whose  service  the  pack  was,  added, 
with  a  look  the  depth  of  whose  signifi- 
cance I  did  not  at  once  fathom,"  he  may 
not  go  till  the  last  of  the  week.  Those 
fellows  are  very  unreliable."  Being  de- 
sirous of  getting  on  my  journey  as  soon 
as  possible,  I  at  once  set  about  my  prepa- 
rations. 

The  good  landlady  of  the  Cafe  de  la 
Union  was  engaged  to  bake  me  ten  long 
loaves  of  bread  and  boil  hard  two  dozen 
of  eggs,  and  from  other  sources  I  pro- 
cured a  quantity  of  dried,  pressed  tongue, 
several  pounds  of  roast  beef,  a  pound  of 
ground  coffee  and  accessories. 

Adding  to  these  my  camera  and  cook- 
ing utensils,  and  wrapping  all  in  a  bun- 
dle of  blankets,  I  awaited  the  arrival  of 
Nicolas.  But  I  was  doomed  to  wait. 
Wednesday,  Thursday  and  Friday  passed 
and  no  sign  of  Nicolas  appeared.  On 
Saturday,  however,  he  sent  word  that  he 
would  start  on  Monday.  On  Tuesday 
he  appeared  and  informed  me  that  the 
train  had  started  that  morning,  but  that 
he  would  ride  on  and  join  it  and  send 
back  a  mule  and  inozo  for  me.  Late 
Wednesday  afternoon  a  sad-faced  peon 
came  into  the  yard,  leading  two  mules. 
He  had  come  from  Nicolas's  train,  but 
he  said  the  mules  were  too  exhausted  to 
travel  any  farther.     Besides  he  reported 


the  roads  as  full  of  ladrones  or  robbers, 
ready  to  waylay  and  murder  any  lone 
traveler.  I  was  so  disgusted  with  his 
laziness  and  cowardice  that  I  ordered 
him  to  prepare  to  start  at  once.  He 
went  off  as  if  to  do  so,  but  did  not  appear 
again  until  8  o'clock  of  the  following 
morning,  when,  packing  my  dried  bread 
and  over-ripe  eggs,  I  mounted  my  mule 
for  the  Sierra  Madre. 

All  that  day  we  rode  over  the  flat, 
barren,  rocky  mesas  toward  the  setting 
sun.  The  pack-train  was  three  days  in 
advance  of  us,  and  our  only  hope  of 
salvation  from  ladrones  and  many  other 
possible  ills,  lay  in  reaching  it  that 
night.  No  signs  of  human  habitation 
were  visible  along  the  way,  though 
occasional  herds  of  cattle  or  extensive 
cornfields  from  which  the  stalks  had 
lately  been  cut,  told  us  that  we  were  in 
a  ranch  country.  Late  in  the  afternoon 
we  came  upon  a  slightly  wooded  region, 
which  thickened  into  a  forest  as  we 
advanced  westward. 

Our  path  thenceforth  lay  through  an 
interminable  pine  forest,  where  it  was 
so  dark  that  we  could  not  see  three  feet 
in  front  of  us,  so  that  onh^  the  instinct 
of  our  animals  guided  us  in  our  journey. 
The  steady  beating  of  their  footfalls 
upon  the  hard-trodden  path  and  an 
occasional  loud,  mournful  whinny  from 
the  well-nigh  exhausted  animals  were 
the  only  sounds  we  heard.  Here  and 
there  through  the  woods  the  bright 
lights  of  fires  showed  where  other 
parties  were  camping  ;  but  we  kept  as 
far  from  them  as  possible. 

At  last,  between  nine  and  ten  o'clock 
in  the  evening,  the  bark  of  a  dog  in  the 
distance  was  recognized  by  my  inozo  as 
that  of  the  one  belonging  to  Nicolas' 
pack-train.  A  few  moments  later  we 
had  arrived  at  the  camp. 

Nicolas  was  up  and  waiting  to  receive 
us,  hoping  thereby,  I  suppose,  to  atone 
for  his  previous  shabby  treatment.  The 
other  men  were  lying  rolled  in  blankets 
on  the  ground  about  a  low  fire.  They 
were  apparently  asleep,  but  occasional 
low  tones  in  which  I  caught  the  word 
patron — their  name,  as  I  knew,  for  me 
— showed  that  some  of  them  at  least 
were  conscious  of  my  arrival.  Rows  of 
pack-saddles  lay  near-by,  and  a  long  pile 
of  boxes  of  various  shapes  and  sizes 
stretched  off  into  the  darkness.  Hav- 
ing eaten  a  little  bread  and  meat 
from  my  pack,  I  rolled  myself  up  in  my 


WITH  A    PACK-TRAIN  IN   THE  SIERRA    MADRE. 


M3 


blanket  as  near  the  fire  as  I  could,  and 
was  soon  fast  asleep. 

When  I  opened  my  eyes  in  the 
morning-,  the  first  sight  that  greeted 
them  was  a  long  line  of  rnules  passing 
by.  The  mules  were  without  saddle  or 
bridle,  yet  they  followed  one  another  as 
closely  as  if  fastened  together.  vSlowly 
and  silently  they  filed  along,  their  forms 
looking  so  g-hostly  in  the  gray  dusk  of 
the  morning  that  I  thought  I  must  be 
the  victim  of  some  phantasm.  I  roused 
myself  and  went  over  to  where  they 
seemed  to  be  coming  out  of  the  forest. 
Then  I  saw  that  these  were  the  mules  of 
the  train,  coming  in  for  their  morning 
meal.  There  were  fifty  of  them,  and  as 
they  came  up  to  where  a  long  trough 
had  been  erected,  they  marshaled 
themselves  on  each  side  of  it  as  if  they 
were  soldiers  on  parade.  Soon  a  inozo 
appeared,  bearing  a  huge  bag  of  corn, 
which  he  emptied  at  a  run  into  the 
trough.  The  eager  mules  followed  him 
closely,  and  the  munching  of  fifty  pairs 
of  jaws  soon  made  a  rattle  like  a  water- 
fall. 

Turning  back  to  the  camp  I  found  the 
cook  on  his  knees  by  a  low  fire,  baking 
tortillas  for  breakfast.  Since  midnight 
he  had  been  at  work  grinding  the  corn, 
and  now,  having  prepared  a  supply,  he 
was  patting  it  into  flat,  round  cakes  and 
placing  them  over  the  fire,  on  a  piece  of 
sheet  iron  supported  by  a  few  stones. 
The  other  item  of  the  bill  of  fare  was 
frijoles,  or  beans,  contained  in  an  iron 
pot  which  had  been  simmering  by  the 
fire  all  night  long.  The  tortilla  served 
as  a  plate  upon  which  the  beans  were 
placed,  and,  eating  plate  and  all,  the 
mozo  had  no  dishes  to  wash  when  his 
repast  was  over. 

Then  the  men  turned  to  the  hard  and 
lively  work  of  packing  up.  Catching  a 
mule,  two  mozos  led  him  up  to  the  pile 
of  boxes  and  slipped  a  tapujo  or  strip  of 
leather  over  his  eyes,  so  that  he  would 
stand.  The  heavy  pack-saddle  was  then 
quickly  placed  on  his  back  and  upon  it 
were  laid  two  long  ropes  of  braided 
horsehide. 

Then,  with  a  cry  of  Vamonos !  (All 
aboard !)  one  of  the  mozos  seized  a 
heavy  box  and  placed  it  on  one  side 
of  the  saddle.  EcJiele  (Throw  it), 
promptly  responded  the  other,  and  the 
rope  was  thrown  over  the  box  to  his 
side.  He  repeated  the  operation,  and  a 
sling  being  thus  made  for  the  load,  the 


remainder  of  the  rope  was  used  to  fasten 
it  to  the  saddle.  With  a  shout  of  Adios  ! 
(Good-by)  the  tapiijo  was  removed  from 
the  mule's  eyes,  and  it  trotted  off  into 
the  forest.  All  this  was  done  with  a 
rush  and  an  activity  such  as  are  not 
common  to  Mexicans.  But  the  exigen- 
cies of  the  case  required  it. 

Nicolas  hurried  here  and  there,  shout- 
ing ^ //(a'^/^  .^  (Hurry  up  !)  to  his  men,  and 
occasionally  helping  to  stretch  an  obsti- 
nate rope.  The  cook  employed  himself 
and  the  dog  in  chasing  the  mules  which 
were  straying  too  far.  The  shouts  of 
the  men,  the  creaking  of  the  ropes,  and 
the  groaning  of  the  mules  made  the 
forest  resound,  and  the  whole  scene  was 
a  busy  and  noisy  one.  Some  of  the 
mules  after  being  loaded  seemed  unable 
to  bear  the  weight  of  their  loads,  and 
lay  down  groaning  or  hobbled  about 
with  their  legs  bent  at  acute  angles. 
After  a  time,  however,  all  recovered 
their  equilibrium. 

By  half -past  eight,  the  last  load  hav- 
ing been  adjusted,  with  a  sweep  of  his 
long  whip  the  cook  sent  the  yegua^  the 
bell-mare,  trotting  off  on  the  trail,  and 
the  train  formed  in  procession  quickly 
behind  her. 

Then  I  learned,  what  became  more 
and  more  evident  as  I  remained  with 
the  train,  viz.,  that  the  bell-mare  is  the 
center  about  which  all  the  possibilities 
of  the  pack-train  revolve.  She  is  the 
fair  ideal,  the  Venus  of  the  mules,  and 
hence  they  will  follow  her  to  destruc- 
tion if  need  be.  In  contrast  to  their 
angular  outlines,  long,  coarse  hair  and 
clumsy  stride,  her  rounded  flanks,  glossy 
skin  and  graceful  step  seem  an  unat- 
tainable perfection,  and  they  worship 
her  accordingly.  So,  whether  in  the 
rich  pastures  or  the  lonely  forest,  on  the 
rocky  trail  or  the  open  plain,  wherever 
they  hear  the  tinkle  of  her  bell,  there 
they  follow.  This  fact  alone  makes  the 
pack-train  possible.  The  only  hindrance 
to  its  perfect  success  rests  in  the  fact 
that  the  mule  is  sometimes  fickle  in  its 
affections  and  may  be  drawn  away  by 
yeguas  not  of  its  own  fold. 

We  were  a  crowding,  shifting  proces- 
sion, fifty  pack-mules,  groaning  under 
their  loads,  stopping  to  rest  at  intervals 
or  plodding  doggedly  on,  straying  out 
of  line  for  a  bite  of  grass,  or  following 
the  trail  as  meekly  as  if  they  knew  no 
other. 

Hanging  on  their  flanks  and  gallop- 


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ing-  back  and  forth  among  them,  are 
ten  mosos,  modern  centaurs,  shouting, 
clucking,  whistling  to  urge  them  on 
or  to  stop  them  while  they  tighten 
their  packs. 

The  niozo's  work  is  but  begun  when 
the  train  is  started.  The  weight  of  the 
loads  and  the  unevenness  of  the  trail 
over  which  the  mules  travel  cause  the 
ropes  to  stretch  and  shift,  so  that  the 
pack  is  constantly  getting  loose  and 
slipping  to  one  side.  It  must,  there- 
fore, be  readjusted  and  tightened  for 
each  mule  several  times  during  the 
day's  journey.  To  do  this  without 
checking  the  progress  of  the  train  re- 
quires constant  activity  on  the  part  of 
the  inozos. 


others  bore  boxes  of  shoes,  the  soles  of 
which  kept  up  a  musical  tapping  inside 
the  box,  in  unison  with  the  step  of 
the  mule  ;  others,  bales  of  cloth  ;  others, 
heavy  cylindrical  iron  castings,  called 
Cornish  rolls,  and  one  mule,  looking  like 
a  four-legged  snail  with  his  house  upon 
his  back,  bore  a  winnowing  machine. 

The  mules  proceeded  only  at  a  walk, 
yet  I  found  that  I  could  not  afford 
to  straggle  much  behind  without  being 
hopelessly  left.  The  average  journey 
per  day  of  a  pack-train  is  twenty  miles, 
and  single  riders  can  rarely  make  more 
than  sixty  miles.  Thus  we  traveled  all 
day  through  a  forest  of  low  pines  inter- 
spersed with  oaks,  over  ground  nearly 
as  level    as    a   floor.      Occasionally  we 


"COOL    RIPPLING   STREAMS    SATIATED    OUR   THIRST."      {p.   I46.) 


A  very  little  watching  of  the  mules 
showed  that  they  possessed  individu- 
alities and  idiosyncrasies.  fSome  were 
slow,  others  swift ;  some  patient,  others 
quick  -  tempered  ;  some  mischievous, 
others  stupid.  These  differences  of 
quality  must  have  been  recognized  by 
their  owners  too,  for  the  mules  were 
distinguished  by  names  nicely  sewed 
in  leather  on  their  saddles.  There  were, 
for  instance,  La  Per  la  (The  Pearl),  La 
Chata  (The  Boat),  El  Carro  {The  Cart), 
La  Sirena  (The  Syren),  Mexico  Libre 
(Free  Mexico), y^c7'^«  (The  Young  One), 
Vamonos  (All  Aboard).  Their  loads 
were  as  different  as  the  animals  them- 
selves. Most  of  them  were  laden  with 
sacks  of  corn,  to  feed  the  inhabitants  of 
the  town  to  which   they    were   going  ; 


came  upon  higher  ground,  whence  we 
could  look  off  for  a  distance,  but  we 
saw  only  more  forests.  There  was  no 
stopping  for  rest  or  food ;  once  the 
train  is  started,  it  must  keep  on  to 
its  destination.  The  day's  journey 
must  be  arranged  so  as  to  secure  pas- 
turage and  water  at  the  night's  camp, 
and  the  places  where  they  can  be 
obtained  are  few  and  far  between. 
Toward  nightfall  the  train  straggled 
out  to  a  great  length,  the  weaker  ani- 
mals continually  falling  behind,  while 
the  stronger  trudged  on  at  no  dimin- 
ished pace. 

About  five  o'clock  Nicolas  raised  a 
shout  and  galloped  on  ahead  at  a  furious 
pace.  The  niozos  from  all  along  the 
line  followed  after,  and  soon  all  disap- 


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I    i'UUND     THE    COOK    ON    HIS    KNEES."       {p.    I4J.) 


peared  in  the  pines.  I  began  to  think 
myself  abandoned  with  fifty  mules  in  a 
desolate  forest,  but,  riding-  steadily,  soon 
came  up  with  the  men  pitching  camp 
for  the  night.  They  had  chosen  a  spot 
in  a  sheltering  clump  of  pines  where  a 
stream  widened  out  to  form  a  fertile 
valley.  The  bell-mare  had  been  hobbled 
and  was  feeding  near,  and  the  cook  had 


a  small  fire  started.  As  each  mule  came 
up,  two  mozos  removed  first  his  pack, 
placing  it  in  a  pile,  and  then  his  saddle, 
placing  it  so  as  to  form  with  others  a 
hollow  square,  which  I  learned  they 
called  the  plaza.  Freed  from  his  load 
the  mule  galloped  off  as  if  to  say, 
"  Farewell,  Brother  Crawford,"  but  he 
always  checked    his   steps   ere   he   got 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


bej^ond  the  sound  of  the  yegiLo's  bell. 
Then  the  rollings  and  gratified  grunt- 
ings  he  indulged  in  were  enough  to 
make  one  envy  him  his  release. 

When  all  had  been  in  this  way  un- 
loaded, the  bell-mare  was  led  up  to  the 
plaza,  and  one  by  one  her  devoted  fol- 
lowers came  up  from  the  fields  where 
they  had  been  straying,  to  join  her. 
Then  they  were  placed  in  line  about 
the  outside  of  the  plaza,  and  fastened 
together  by  halters  for  inspection  and 
roll-call.  After  numbering  them  to  see 
if  all  were  there,  one  mozo  inspected 
their  backs  for  sores,  which  were  rubbed 
with  grease,  and  two  or  three  examined 
their  feet  and  replaced  any  shoes  that 
were  missing  or  treated  any  incipient 
lameness.  As  fast  as  the  inspection  of 
each  was  completed  he  was  set  free  and 
trotted  off  to  feed.  Thus  the  entire 
drove  was  attended  to. 

In  the  meantime  another  mozo  had 
been  adjusting  and  filling  the  pack- 
saddles,  and  the  others  procured  great 
logs  of  wood  for  the  night's  fire.  Then 
the  mozos  were  allowed  the  first  res- 
pite during  the  day.  Gathered  about 
the  fire  in  the  fading  light,  they  talked 
and  laughed  or  indulged  in  rough  play 
as  hilariously  as  if  they  had  just  waked 
from  a  long  sleep.  Supper  over,  three 
of  the  mozos  gathered  up  their  blankets, 
which  seemed  little  enough  protection 
against  the  fast-falling  chill  of  the  night, 
and  went  out  with  the  mules  to  find  for 
them  pasturage  and  remain  with  them 
during  the  night  to  prevent  their  stray- 
ing away  and  to  keep  off  wild  animals. 
Those  who  remained  in  camp  built  a 
huge  fire  of  logs  near  the  plaza,  and 
then  placing  the  rifles,  which  during  the 
day  had  been  strapped  to  the  saddles, 
by  their  sides,  rolled  themselves  up  in 
their  blankets  by  the  fire  and  were 
soon  asleep.  One,  however,  remained 
on  guard  to  tend  the  fire  and  give  the 
alarm  in  case  of  an  attack  from  wild 
beasts  or  ladrones. 

The  scenes  of  packing  up  of  the 
previous  morning  were  repeated,  and 
soon  we  were  pushing  on  through  the 
forest  again.  Thus  we  traveled  for 
three  days  through  a  country  remark- 
ably uniform  in  its  general  character 
but  charmingly  various  in  its  details. 
It  was  a  forest  country  of  primeval 
pines,  now  scraggy  and  stunted  from  a 
rocky  environment  and  now  towering 
and  matchless  with  a  long-enjoyed  fer- 


tility. The  clear,  bracing  air  was  laden 
with  every  balmy  and  delicate  odor 
that  pine  and  fir  and  spruce  could  lend 
to  it.  The  sound  of  every  footfall  was 
hushed  by  the  velvet  carpet  of  pine- 
needles  which  lay  thick  on  the  ground. 
The  vista  through  the  long,  smooth 
trunks  changed  at  every  instant  and  in 
every  direction.  Nimble  squirrels  and 
saucy  birds  flitted  and  chattered  about 
us.  Cool,  rippling  streams  satiated  our 
thirst  as  often  as  we  experienced  it. 
Then  at  night  to  lie  under  the  silent 
stars  and  hold  communion  with  them 
all,  to  see  Orion  and  Taurus  and  Leo 
and  the  whole  host  of  them  sweep  their 
magnificent  course  across  the  sky,  to 
wake  at  any  hour  and  find  them  watch- 
ing over  you,  to  have  the  heaven  for 
ceiling  and  the  forests  for  walls — who 
would  exchange  this  for  a  stuffy,  four- 
walled  bedroom  ? 

We  often  met  pack-trains  coming  up 
from  the  coast,  bringing  tropical  prod- 
ucts to  Durango.  They  bore  usually 
oranges,  lemons,  or  pineapples,  crated 
in  straw  to  prevent  freezing  when  in  the 
region  of  snow.  Sometimes  we  met 
whole  families  with,  perhaps,  a  burro  or 
two,  walking  through  the  lonely  forest 
to  some  distant  point. 

Occasionally  we  came  out  upon  a 
clearing  where  a  collection  of  low, 
square,  stone  houses  and  fenced  inclos- 
ures  told  of  the  existence  of  a  ranch. 
The  fields  were  usually  full  of  cattle, 
sheep,  and  poultry,  which  constituted 
the  product  of  the  ranch.  The  occu- 
pants of  the  houses  gave  us  a  stolid 
stare  as  we  passed  by,  but  there  was 
little  attempt  at  sociability  on  either 
side. 

Some  of  the  pack-trains  bore  the  car- 
cass of  a  freshly  killed  deer  or  a  few 
turkeys,  for  hunting  is  an  episode  by 
the  way.  It  is  not  uncommon  to  kill 
bears,  and,  further  west,  mountain 
lions  and  tigers,  in  the  forest.  The 
nightly  howling  of  the  wolves  and  bark- 
ing of  the  coyotes  kept  us  informed 
of  their  presence.  Trout,  too,  are  said  to 
abound  in  the  streams  in  their  original 
luxuriance,  for  the  average  Mexican  is 
not  much  of  a  sportsman,  and  will  make 
little  effort  to  secure  other  kinds  of 
food  as  long  as  his  suppl}''  of  frijoles 
and  tortillas  holds  out. 

Occasionally  we  passed  a  forest  grave, 
marked  by  a  pile  of  stones,  surmounted 
by  a  rude  cross  or  by  a  cross  erected 


WITH  A    PACK-TRAIN  IN   THE   SIERRA    MADRE. 


147 


on  a  tree.  They  usually  indicated  the 
scene  of  a  violent  death,  for  the  woods 
have  been  full  of  ladrones,  who  have 
made  the  unguarded  traveler  or  small 
pack-train  their  prey.  But  they  are 
very  much  less  numerous  now.  The 
Government  has  treated  brigandage 
with  a  strong  hand,  and  the  bandits 
have  turned  to  more  peaceful  pursuits. 

On  the  fourth  day  the  train  arrived  at 
the  Ciudad  Ranch,  a  place  which  has 
been  for  many  years  a  station  for  all 
trains  between  Mazatlan  and  Durango. 
It  is  a  clearing  in  the  midst  of  a  forest 
of  pine  timber,  broken  at  intervals  by 
stretches  of  grass,  which  furnish  pastur- 
age for  cattle  and  mules.  It  marks  the 
highest  point  on  the  route,  the  eleva- 
tion here  being  9,000  feet.  On  account 
of  this  elevation,  the  climate  will  not 
permit  the  growth  of  wheat  and  corn, 
though  the  luxuriance  of  the  grass 
seemed  to  indicate  unbounded  fertility. 

During  the  long  period  of  internecine 
strife  which  Mexico  has  endured,  oppos- 
ing parties  passing  to  and  fro  on  the 
trail  have  often  met  here  and  fought  out 
their  quarrels.  "  There  was  a  man 
killed  in  that  chair  you  are  sitting  in," 
the  ranch- owner  told  me,  as  we  sat 
before  a  blazing  fire  of  pine  logs,  "  and 
another  by  that  door."  The  announce- 
ment was  not  calculated  to  thrill  me 
with  ecstasy,  but,  knowing  that  I  was 
with  one  of  my  countrymen,  I  felt  no 
immediate  fears.  They  were  quieted 
still  more  when  I  returned  that  night 
and  saw  that  the  walls  of  my  bedroom, 
as  well  as  those  of  the  whole  house, 
were  of  solid  masonry  several  feet  in 
thickness.  The  windows,  too,  were  pro- 
vided with  heavy  oaken  shutters,  and 
portholes  pierced  the  walls  in  many 
places,  relics  of  the  long  period  of  revo- 
lution which  for  years  covered  Mexico 
with  blood. 

The  name  Ciudad,  given  to  the  ranch, 
comes  from  an  area  of  remarkable  ero- 
sion forms  situated  near  it,  which,  from 
their  resemblance  to  domes,  towers  and 
palaces,  leads  the  place  to  be  called  La 
Ciudad  de  Rocas — the  City  of  Rocks.  I 
rode  out  through  a  portion  of  the  city 
and  found  it  to  rival  in  extent  and  beauty 
and  variety  of  its  forms  the  Garden  of 
the  Gods.  It  is  a  city  of  Oriental  char- 
acter, for  domes,  towers  and  minarets 
predominate  among  its  outlines.  There 
are  huge  sarcophagi,  too,  sphinxes, 
pyramids  and  great  courts  bordered  by 


massive  pillars.  One  could  ride  for  hours 
among  these  fantasies  of  nature,  and 
never  find  the  same  forms  repeated. 
The  City  of  Rocks  needs  only  to  become 
more  accessible  to  be  as  well  known  as 
a  national  wonder  as  Colorado's  great 
garden. 

Through  the  stately  pine  timber  we 
rode,  after  leaving  Ciudad,  for  about 
two  hours,  and  then  began  to  get 
glimpses,  now  brief  and  tantalizing  and 
now  longer  and  satisfying,  of  the  mag- 
nificent mountains  in  front  of  us.  We 
had  arrived  at  the  edge  of  the  plateau 
whence  the  streams  descending  coast- 
ward  cut  into  innumerable  mighty 
peaks  and  ridges  its  great  western  slope. 
Rank  upon  rank,  file  upon  file,  the 
mountains  stood  in  grand  array  as 
far  as  the  eye  could  reach.  There  were 
awe  and  majesty  in  their  outline,  and 
yet  charm  and  beauty.  The  sun  was 
four  hours  high,  yet  such  were  the 
depths  to  which  the  mountain  slopes 
descended,  that  deep  shade  lay  over 
many  of  them.  What  splendid  con- 
trasts of  color,  of  light  and  shade,  of 
grandeur  and  beauty  they  presented  ! 
Quebrada,  quebrada  (Doubled,  doubled), 
I  kept  saying  to  myself,  for  this  is  the 
expressive  term  by  which  the  Mexicans 
describe  this  country.  It  is  as  if  the 
earth's  surface  had  been  convulsed  with 
some  mighty  storm  till  it  rocked  like 
the  sea,  and  then,  when  the  waves  were 
running  mountain-high,  an  instantane- 
ous change  had  come  and  these  mount- 
ain billows  were  suddenly  solidified,  to 
remain  forever,  thenceforth,  poised  in 
mid-air. 

A  huge  conical  peak  stood  in  our 
pathway,  far  lower  than  we,  yet  seeming 
but  a  few  minutes'  walk  away.  Between 
us  and  it,  however,  lay  a  canon  4, 000  feet 
deep,  whose  walls  we  must  descend  and 
again  ascend  ere  we  reached  the  peak. 
The  trail  descended  rapidly,  winding 
back  and  forth  down  the  wall  of  the 
canon,  wherever  a  shelf  of  rock  afforded, 
sufficient  hold  for  the  careful,  sure- 
footed mules.  The  pathway  was  rough 
and  treacherous  ;  a  wall  of  rock  towered 
above  it,  and  a  wall  of  rock  descended 
below  it ;  the  packs  were  heavy  and  the 
sun  warm,  yet  hour  after  hour  the  mules 
plodded  on,  picking  their  way  swiftly 
yet  surely  over  the  dangerous  trail, 
knowing  as  well  as  we  that  a  single 
false  step  would  precipitate  them  to  in- 
stant death  in  the  canon  below. 


148 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


It  had  snowed  at  the  Ciudad  Ranch 
the  day  before ;  and  when  we  left,  patches 
of  snow  lay  on  the  ground.  As  we  de- 
scended, however,  we  passed  through 
all  the  changes  of  season  possible  be- 
tween January  and  June.  The  pines 
gradually  disappeared,  and  in  their  stead 
grew  thickets  of  deciduous  trees,  laurels, 
poplars  and  oaks,  with  a  dense  under- 
growth of  bushes  and  vines.  Instead  of 
the  chattering  squirrels  of  the  pine  for- 
ests, there  were  birds  of  gay  plumage, 
nimble  lizards  and  big  yellow  butterflies. 
Flowers  of  every  kind  bloomed  in  the 
greatest  profusion,  and  filled  the  air 
with  their  balmy  fragrance.  The  air  was 
warm  and  moist,  and  swarms  of  gnats 
beset  us. 

At  one  hour  we  seemed  to  be  descend- 
ing into  a  walled  prison,  whose  only 
outlet  was  the  blue  sky  above  us,  and 
the  next  we  were  mounted  upon  an  emi- 
nence where  the  whole  vast  circle  of 
mountain  peaks  and  ramparts  lay  around 
us.  I  could  not  help  wondering  how 
the  forest  trails  were  ever  traced  out 
over  these  seemingly  quite  inaccessible 
heights.  But  a  friend  of  whom  I  later 
asked  the  question,  answered  it  satis- 
factorily by  saying  :  "  They  were  chosen 
just  as  the  streets  of  Boston  were.  The 
cows  went  first,  and  men  followed  after." 

The  next  morning  our  way  led  still 
down — '^  Abaj'o,  abajo,  abaj'o,"  as  Nico- 
las told  me.  The  vegetation  became 
still  more  tropical,  and  great  candelabra 
cacti  were  the  only  trees.  Far  below, 
nestled  in  the  heart  of  the  mountains,  I 
could  see  the  little  village  of  Ventanas, 
toward  which  we  were  going.  It  looked 
from  our  height  like  a  toy  village  lost 
in  a  mountain  waste,  but  I  knew  that  to 
reach  it  raeant  shelter  and  companion- 
ship for  me.  vSo  I  hurried  on  ahead  of 
the  train,  trusting  to  my  mule  to  under- 
stand where  I  wanted  to  go  and  to  find 
the  trail. 

As  we  neared  Ventanas,  the  sounds 
of  the  village  rose  up  from  the  valley 


below  and  blended  into  music  to  our 
ears.  The  braying  of  the  burros  and 
hoarse  shouts  of  men  furnished  the 
lower  tones  of  this  symphony,  and  the 
crowing  of  roosters  and  clear,  shrill 
notes  of  the  salto  paredes,  the  upper. 

Since  morning  of  the  day  before  we 
had  descended  seven  thousand  feet,  and 
the  vegetation  of  the  cold  temperate 
zone  of  the  Ciudad  Ranch  was  replaced 
by  a  semi-tropical  flora.  The  air  was 
laden  heavily  wath  the  odor  of  orange 
blossoms,  oleander  trees  bloomed  in  the 
plaza,  lemons  grew  wild  in  abundance, 
and  not  far  away  were  great  banana 
and  pineapple  plantations. 

It  was  surprising  to  find  a  well-ordered 
village  flourishing  in  the  heart  of  this 
mountain  waste.  It  is  separated  by 
over  two  days'  travel  from  any  other 
settlement,  and  by  the  side  of  a  river 
which  during  the  rainy  season  becomes 
simply  impassable.  A  wire  cable  that 
stretches  across  the  cliffs  by  the  river 
furnishes  the  only  means  by  which  pro- 
visions can  be  transported  to  the  town 
during  the  season  of  flood.  Yet  the 
town  has  six  hundred  inhabitants,  a 
good  government,  a  school,  a  church  and 
stores. 

The  members  of  this  colony  have 
toiled  amid  many  discouragements  and 
privations,  but  are  reaping  the  reward 
of  their  labors  now  in  having  con- 
trol of  several  rich  silver  mines  and 
large  smelting  plants.  They  have  sur- 
rounded themselves  with  most  of  the 
comforts  of  civilization,  and  lead  a 
happy  life  in  this  sequestered  spot. 
They  illustrate  the  power  of  Anglo- 
Saxon  pluck  and  perseverance  when 
applied  to  the  seemingly  hopeless  task 
of  extracting  wealth  and  comfort  from 
the  flinty  and  inaccessible  heart  of  the 
Sierra  Madre. 

Fording  the  Mazatlan  on  my  mule, 
which  knew  as  well  as  I  that  he  had 
reached  his  journey's  end,  I  was  soon 
among  my  American  friends. 


THe   TRAlLc 


THE  slender  track  I  %o  by,  morn  and  eve, 
Comes  nigh  to  losing  its  brown,  barren  worth, 
By  thick  and  eager  growth  and  pushing  forth 
Of  lowly  plants,  that  scarce  a  footway  leave. 
O,  there  are  tiny  flowers  of  every  tint 
That  raise  their  cups  for  all  the  butterflies. 
And  there,  fine  grass,  and  vines  of  dainty  size, 
And  stalks  that  waver  at  the  wild  bee's  hint. 


Abundant  life  is  there  among  the  maze. 

Wide  charities  of  seed  and  honeyed  store. 
With  perfumes  in  the  summer  sun's  hot  blaze. 
And  tender  night's  refreshment  dewing  o'er. 
What  growing  there,  for  loud-tongued   praise   could 

yearn  ? 
For  prouder  ways,  who  from  God's  field  would  turn  ? 
Maria  Elmendokf  Lillie. 


BUCKBOpiKDmQ   m    SWBTZeRLANOc 


BY  EDITH  A.   LOGAN. 


IT  had  been  raining-  for  days,  and  the 
mountains  had  been  shrouded  in  a 
veil  of  mist;  but  bad  weather  comes 
to  an  end  sometimes,  even  in  Swit- 
zerland, and  to-night  the  sun  was  setting 
behind  pin- 
nacled Pila- 
tusinablaze 
of  glory, 
lighting  up 
the  adjacent 
mountains 
and  glinting 
the  waters  of 
the  Lake  of 
Lucerne  i  n 
touches  of 
amber  and 
g'old,  while 
over  the 
broad  ex- 
panse of  the 
big  s  n  o  w  - 
fields  of  the 
Titlis  spread 
a  rose  -  like 
hue. 

Here  and 
there  in  the 
distance 
some  giant 
peak  of  the 
Bernese 
Oberl  an  d 
lifted  its 
snowy  head, 
gleaming  in 
the  sunset, 
like  the 
golden  spire 
of  some  city 
in  the  clouds. 
One  could 
fancy   that  ^.^.^^~^: 

over   there _^.^^ 

lay  the  fairy-  ^  "    '^■ 

land  of  one's 

childhood.  oue 

"How  I 
should  love  to  drive  over  those  snowy 
mountains,  to  penetrate  into  the  very 
fastnesses  of  the  Alps  !  "  exclaimed  the 
imaginative  woman.  "  Not  by  the  lum- 
bering diligence,  whose  hood  always 
shuts  out  the  finest  bits,  but  in  some 
new  open-air  fashion,  under  the  light 


of  heaven  ;    in  short,  in   an    American 
buckboard." 

"  Over  those  dizzy  heights  in  a  skele- 
ton vehicle  like  that !  No,  I  thank  you," 
said   Fidus  Achates.     But  the  kindred 

spirit   who 
knew  how  to 
sympathize 
■.."■■.  with  the  im- 

aginative 
woman's 
whims,  and 
who  had  a 
tinge  of  no- 
mad blood 
in  his  own 
arteries, 
though  he 
tried  hard  to 
conceal  i  t , 
exclaimed, 
"Whv  not 
try  it'? " 

In  ten 
minutes  all 
three  were 
busily  dis- 
cussing 
ways  and 
means  to 
that  delight- 
f  u  1  end. 
M  onsieur 
Bossard,  the 
proprietaire, 
was  con- 
sulted. He 
raised  his  fat 
hands  in 
consterna- 
tion when 
the  project 
was  laid  be- 
f  ore  h  im. 
"  To  cross 
the  F  u  r  k  a 
with  one 
RIG.  horse  ?    Mon 

Dieu,  it  can- 
not be  done  !  "  Nothing  daunted,  how- 
ever, the  daring  trio  continued  their 
preparations.  Boots  were  quickly  dis- 
patched to  be  hobbed  ;  mountaineering 
equipment  gathered  together  ;  maps 
and  guide-books  consulted,  and  conver- 
sation bristled  with  technical  terms  of 


-.--^ 


^5° 


OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


pass  and  defile,   crevasse  and  moraine, 
elevation  and  chasm. 

The  next  morning  there  stood  before 
the  door  of  Villa  Hochhiisli  a  large  black 
mare  like  the  whale  of  song,  "  strong  of 
bone  and  long  of  tail,"  attached  to  a 
slim,  trim  buckbodrd  of  native  Ameri- 
can oak,  having  two  seats — the  reversi- 
ble kind.  Under  the  seats  were  stored 
the  entire  paraphernalia  for  the  trip, 
comprising,  besides  the  three  knapsacks 
of  wearing  apparel — 

Three  alpenstocks, 

Six  metres  of  rope, 

Three  pairs  of  hobbed  boots, 

One  small  chest  of  medicine  (discov- 
ered to  be  chiefly  remedies  for  the 
horse). 

One  bottle  of  arnica  liniment. 

One  box  mustard  plasters. 

One  small  kit  of  tools, 

Extra  horse-shoes,  nails,  etc.,  etc., 

Rugs  and  wraps  ;  while  underneath 
hung  a  bright  red  bucket. 

Did  Tartarin  ascend  the  Alps  better 
equipped  ?  The  three  travelers  took 
their  places,  arrayed  in  a  striking  assort- 
ment of  golf  and  bicycle  costumes  and 
wearing  that  distinguishing  mark  of  the 
true  Switzer — the  little  round  felt  hat 
of  Lincoln  green  with  tail  -  feather 
proudly  floating  from  behind.  The  re- 
maining fourth  seat  was  devoted  to  the 
lunch-basket  and  the  bath-tub.  A  blast 
from  an  Alpine  horn  startled  the  old 
mare  ;  she  sped  down  the  drive,  and 
the  little  party  was  under  way,  driving 
off  from  this  work-a-day  world  into  the 
land  of  fancy  and  dreams.     .     .     . 

Our  road  lay  first  under  the  shadow 
of  Rigi  and  along  the  shore  of  lovely 
Lake  Lucerne,  that  someone  has  likened 
to  the  story  of  the  strawberry,  of  which 
it  was  said  "  The  Lord  might  have 
made  a  better  fruit  than  the  strawberry 
but  He  never  did."  Later  we  followed 
the  famous  Axenstrasse,  that  most  per- 
fect of  roads,  now  at  the  water's  edge, 
now  rising  hundreds  of  feet  above  ;  in 
places  tunneled  through  the  projecting 
rock,  whose  chiseled  openings,  window- 
like, frame  pictures  of  enchanting  beau- 
ty. The  water  of  the  lake  below,  under 
the  shadow  of  the  mighty  mountains,  is 
deeply  blue  and  green,  while  out  in  the 
sunlight  it  glimmers  with  all  the  tints  of 
the  opal. 

At  Fiielen  we  left  the  lake  and  in  a 
few  minutes  reached  Altdorf,  the  birth- 
place of  Switzerland's  omnipresent  hero. 


William  Tell.  We  watered  Belle  H61^ne 
at  the  fountain  which  marks  the  spot 
where  his  little  son  stood  when  Tell 
shot  the  apple  from  his  head ;  then 
turned  the  corner  down  the  narrow 
street,  and  were  soon  out  of  the  village. 
For  miles  we  followed  the  line  of  the 
St.  Gothard  railway,  slowly  rising  bit 
by  bit  from  peaceful  sylvan  scenes  full 
of  summer  loveliness  to  regions  of  rug- 
ged beauty.  The  clouds  gathered  and 
a  gentle  mist  was  falling  ;  we  did  not 
call  it  rain,  for  our  ardent  spirits  were 
not  to  be  lightly  quenched,  but  the  mist 
suddenly  descended  with  such  force  we 
were  glad  to  stop  in  the  picturesque  but 
dirty  village  of  Amsteg  to  dry  our  drip- 
ping garments.  While  Belle  Helene 
ate  her  noon-day  meal,  we  regaled  our- 
selves on  the  delicious  trout  from  the 
cold  mountain  streams,  and  watched  the 
travelers  being  carried  by  chaise  a  por- 
teurs  to  the  resorts  of  the  upper  mount- 
ains. 

Having  some  twenty  miles  yet  to 
drive,  the  rain  not  abating,  we  decided 
to  brave  wind  and  weather,  and  began 
the  ascent  of  the  steep  valley.  The 
roaring  Reuss  tumbled  over  its  rocky 
bed  in  the  gorge  below.  We  watched 
the  trains  of  the  St.  Gothard  creep  up 
the  mountain  side,  enter  the  spiral  tun- 
nels at  the  foot  of  the  mountain  and 
emerge  at  the  summit  in  an  opposite 
direction.  At  length,  after  hours  of 
weary  climbing,  Goschenen  was  reached, 
at  the  entrance  of  the  great  Gothard 
tunnel.  We  were  late  ;  the  diligences 
had  emptied  their  loads,  and  we  drove 
up  to  the  hotel  only  to  find  it  full.  We 
must  go  on  to  Andermatt,  only  three 
miles,  but  what  a  three  miles  !  Up  a 
rocky  defile  growing  steeper  and  steep- 
er, and  Belle  Helene  no  longer  wore  her 
usual  proud  air  but  hung  her  head  de- 
jectedly and  drew  her  breath  in  short, 
quick  gasps  as  the  altitude  increased. 
The  rain  had  assumed  the  aspect  of  a 
veritable  Alpine  storm,  with  a  knife-like 
edge  to  its  blast  that  made  one's  wet 
garments  cling  with  an  icy  touch. 

We  began  the  ascent  slowly,  passing 
over  the  Devil's  Bridge,  with  the  wind 
and  rain  beating  upon  us  with  all  the 
fury  of  a  demon,  making  very  real  to 
our  minds  the  legend  of  the  devil  help- 
ing to  bridge  the  rushing  torrent,  but 
claiming  as  his  recompense  the  souls  of 
those  who  passed  over  it.  Belle  Helene's 
breath  grew  shorter   and   shorter,  and. 


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fearing  lest  she  should  come  to  a  stand- 
still in  this  desolate  spot,  and  not  enjoy- 
ing- the  prospect  of  camping  out  for  the 
night,  we  all  descended  and  walked,  or 
rather  groped  our  way,  up  the  rocky 
chasm,  whose  walls  seemed  to  approach 
in  the  gathering  darkness,  and  loomed 
ominously  at  us. 

Bedraggled,  wet  to  the  skin  and  near- 
ly frozen,  we  reached  Andermatt  more 
dead  than  alive.  Our  water-soaked  rai- 
ment was  carried  off  to  be  dried,  and 
we  went  to  bed  while  that  operation 
was  in  progress,  fortunately  with  less 
disastrous  results  than  attended  Mark 
Twain  on  a  similar  occasion. 


blue  gentian  or  clusters  of  Alpine  roses. 
Every  now  and  then,  as  we  rounded  a 
curve,  "some  ermined  monarch  of  the 
Alps  swung  magnificently  into  view  for 
a  moment,"  then  disappeared  behind 
some  nearer  peak. 

Shortly  after  passing  the  summit  and 
the  Hotel  Furka  a  sudden  turn  of  the 
road  brought  us  face  to  face  with  the 
wonderful  Rhone  Glacier.  Coming  upon 
it  so  abruptly  it  startled  us,  and  we  held 
our  breath  for  very  awe.  "  This  glorious 
glacier  stands  unmindful,  like  a  cataract 
frozen  in  the  act  of  being  tossed  and 
whirled  about.  The  pointed  waves  have 
crystallized  into  pyramids  and  columns, 


"CHISELED    OPENINGS    FRAME    PICTURES    OF    ENCHANTING    BEAUTY."      (/.   /JO.) 


The  next  morning  dawned  clear  and 
cold;  the  air  was  like  wine.  An  early 
start  was  made  from  Andermatt,  and  in 
a  short  time  the  real  business  of  the  day 
—the  ascent  of  the  Furka — was  begun. 
For  six  hours  we  climbed,  up  eight  thou- 
sand feet,  walking  much  of  the  way  and 
resting  often,  for  as  the  upper  heights 
were  reached  man  and  beast  alike  were 
affected  by  the  rarefied  air,  making  exer- 
tion difficult.  The  road  lay  in  broad 
zigzags  across  the  face  of  the  mountain. 
Sometimes  the  ambitious  pedestrian 
would  cut  across  from  one  turning  of 
the  road  to  meet  the  buckboard  at  the 
next,  gathering  on  the  way  handfuls  of 


while,  in  between,  a  chaos  of  crevasses 
yawn  with  iridescent  blues  and  greens. 
After  the  glacier  in  its  fall  seems  to 
have  been  broken  into  hopeless  disarray, 
it  reaches  the  level,  consolidates,  and 
pushes  out  over  a  desert  waste  of  rock. 
At  the  end,  from  an  ice  cavern  that 
changes  form  every  year,  the  glacier  lets 
slip  the  tumbling  torrent  of  the  river 
Rhone  to  overrun  Switzerland  and 
France."     (McCracken.) 

Quickly  ascending,  a  hasty  prepara- 
tion was  made  for  crossing  the  glacier. 
A  trusty  guide  was  engaged,  and  after 
"  a  cup  that  cheers  "  in  the  rude  little 
cabin  that  serves  as  a  hostelry,  headed 


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153 


by  our  g-nide  we  scrambled  up  the  steep 
pathway,  covered  with  broken  stones  and 
running:  water,  that  led  out  upon  the 
upper  crossing.  Here  our  guide  unwound 
the  coil  of  rope  he  carried,  and,  tying-  it 
securely,  passed  it  from  one  to  the  other, 
attaching  himself  to  the  end  of  the  rope. 
Then  he  cautiously  led  us  out  to  the  field 
of  ice.  How  strange  the  first  step  on 
the  glassy  surface  !  One  soon  gains  con- 
fidence, however,  and  trusting  in  the 
well-tried  powers  of  the  guide  and  in 
one's  own  stout  alpenstock,  ventures 
almost  gaily  even  to  the  edge  of  some 
deep  cavern,  whose  glittering  depths, 
intensely  blue,  reveal  a  merciless  abyss. 
The  feeling  of  isolation  was 
intensified    when   a   snow-  .,,     _ 

storm  came  whirling  down 
from  the  dark  clouds  above, 
and  as  we  made  our  slow 
and  difficult  progress,  cut 
into  our  faces,  blinding  our 
way. 

Our  slender  vehicle 
seemed  a  rock  of  sure  de- 
fense, and  the  zigzag  road 
down  the  mountain,  a  firm 
foothold  after  the  treach- 
erous crevasses ;  and  we 
alighted  at  the  small  Gletch 
Hotel  that  night  with  the 
comfortable  feeling  of  a 
duty  well  done.  Never 
were  feather-bed  coverlets 
so  welcome  or  so  needful 
as  at  Gletch,  for  when  one 
will  sleep  at  the  foot  of  a 
glacier  he  must  not  expect 
Florida  temperature.  We 
were  awakened  early  next 
morning  by  the  bustle  of 
departing  travelers,  some 
for  the  Furka,  some  for  the  back  to  the 
Grimsel  and  others  for  the 
Rhone  Valley  and  Zermatt.  A  more 
cosmopolitan  gathering  would  be  diffi- 
cult to  find,  for  all  nationalities  stop  at 
Gletch  for  a  dejeuner  or  a  night's 
lodging. 

A  curious  assortment  of  vehicles  stood 
before  the  door.  It  was  interesting  to 
notice  the  modes  of  travel  affected  by 
the  different  races.  Swiss,  Germans  and 
the  occasional  Frenchman  climbed  into 
the  clumsy  yellow  diligence.  The  funny 
little  Einspanner,  whose  driver  dangles 
his  feet  over  the  shafts  in  an  uncomforta- 
ble manner,  held  a  fat  priest  bound  for 
some    mountain    mission    away   in   the 


snows.  The  elegant  Italian  traveling 
carriage,  drawn  by  four  horses  wearing 
eagle's  feathers  in  their  bridles,  was  pa- 
tronized by  rich  Americans  or  some 
English  milord.  After  all,  nothing 
looked  quite  so  comfortable  to  our  eyes 
as  the  American  buckboard,  and  we  had 
the  extreme  pleasure  of  watching  them 
all  out  of  sight  and  passing  them  on  the 
road  an  hour  later. 

A  last  glance  at  the  glittering  spires 
of  the  glacier,  a  glimpse  down  the  Rhone 
Valley,  and  we  turned  our  faces  toward 
the  towering  mass  of  the  grim  old  Grim- 
sel that  confronted  us,  and  over  whose 
summit  our  path  lay.  The  day  opened 
in  sunshine;  but,  as  we 
slowly  mounted  the  rocky 
pile,  clouds  gathered,  and 
when  the  summit  was 
reached  the  roadways  even 
were  almost  obscured. 
Baedeker,  the  ever- 
present,  says  a  fine  view  of 
the  Finsteraarhorn  is  to  be 
obtained  here.  We  took 
'Baedeker's  word  for  it, 
and  crept  cautiously  down, 
emerging  from  the  clouds 
at  the  old  Grimsel  Hospice, 
a  hoary  -  looking  pile  of 
rough  masonry,  strong 
enough  to  resist'  the  ava- 
lanches, situated  in  a  barren 
basin  of  rock,  with  not  even 
a  tree  or  a  shrub  to  relieve 
the  Dore-like  scene  of  de- 
solation. 

In  summer  the  old  con- 
vent serves  as  an  inn,  and 
in  winter  shelter  is  afforded 
to  travelers,  the  only  occu- 
pants then  of  this  lonely 
BEATEN  TRACKS,  habitation  being  a  man  and 
a  dog.  From  this  smileless 
storm-swept  spot,  the  descent  was  rapid 
down  the  wild  valley  beside  the  young 
torrent  of  the  river  Aar.  The  first 
dwarf  -  pines  appeared  poor,  stunted 
affairs,  but  they  mark  the  return  to  the 
timber  line,  and  in  a  few  hours  we 
found  ourselves  in  the  fertile  valley  of 
Meiringen,  and  were  drawing  up  to 
the  door  of  the  hotel.  "  Has  Monsieur 
lunched  ? "  asks  the  stately  concierge, 
and  we  realize  that  we  are  back  to  the 
beaten  tracks  of  civilization  —  to  the 
Switzerland  of  the  tourist  and  the  red 
back  guide-book. 

It  was  early  twilight  as  we  drove  into 


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Interlaken.  The  peaceful  village  was 
bathed  in  the  soft  reflection  of  the  setting 
sun.  The  promenaders  were  gathering 
in  groups  on  the  Hoheweg,  to  watch  for 
the  Alpine  glow  on  the  Jungfrau.  Like 
pilgrims,  they  come  from  every  clime  to 
worship  at  the  shrine  of  the  virgin  di- 
vinity ;  long  and  devoutly  they  gaze  as 
though  they  would  fill  their  souls  with 
her  celestial  beauty.  Surely  one  must 
count  as  priceless  the  memory  of  that 
matchless  peak  blushing  like  a  maiden, 
when  the  sun  courts  her  virgin  snows  at 
sunset,  and  they  are  spread  with  rose. 
When  the  last  trace  of  color  has  faded 
from  the  sky,  the  Hoheweg  is  deserted 
for  the  Kursaal,  where  one  may  listen 
to  the  music  from  the  broad  piazzas, 
drink  excellent  beer,  or  watch  les  petits 
chevaux  on  their  ceaseless  rounds. 

A  Sunday  morning  in  Interlaken  is 
idyllic.  One  feels  a  sense  of  pervading 
peace  as  one  walks  beneath  the  spread- 
ing walnuts  of  the  old  monastery,  or  at- 
tends service  within  its  ancient  walls. 
The  democracy  of  Switzerland  is  ex- 
emplified in  this  old  mondstery,  which 
throws  open  its  doors  alike  to  the  Church 
of  England,  Roman  Catholic,  French 
and  Scotch  Protestant.  Choir,  nave  and 
cloisters  house  these  various  sects,  while 
the  cells  and  crypt  are  devoted  to  secu- 
lar uses.  A  low,  arched  doorway  leads 
into  the  old  monastery  garden,  part  of 
which  is  now  a  rose  garden. 

On  our  drives  and  excursions  from  In- 
terlaken our  fourth  seat  was  honored  by 
the  presence  of  Bob- Alice,  who  sphced 
the  thong  with  her  jack-knife,  and 
helped  the  small  boys  to  switch  off  the 
flies  up  the  long  hills.  One  feels  that 
one  is  being  transported  from  earth  to 
heaven  in  the  funiculaire   to    Miirren. 


So  straight  it  rises  it  seems  to  bend  the 
other  way.  Up  past  the  lovely  Staub- 
bach,  up  past  the  herds  of  cattle  with 
their  sweet  discord  of  jangling  bells,  up 
still  higher  past  the  flocks  of  goats  graz- 
ing on  the  up-tilted  pastures,  at  last  to 
arrive  at  the  brink  of  a  precipice  with 
Lauterbrunnen  lying  thousands  of  feet 
below.  The  panorama  of  the  Alps  is 
spread  out  before  one  ;  one  could  al- 
most toss  a  pebble  on  to  the  ice  and 
snow  of  the  great  summits  across  the 
basin.  Never  were  forget-me-nots  so 
deeply  blue,  or  edelweiss  so  velvety  as 
that  gathered  close  to  the  eternal  snow; 
and  never  were  words  of  the  familiar 
canticle,  inscribed  upon  the  walls  of  the 
little  English  church,  so  full  of  mean- 
ing :  "  Oh,  ye  ice  and  snow,  praise  ye 
the  Lord  !  "  It  seemed  an  utterance 
of  the  Spirit  of  the  Alps.  Our  last 
picnic  luncheon  was  eaten  from  the 
summit  of  the  Brunig  ;  Belle  Helene 
nibbled  her  last  quart  of  oats  while  we 
took  a  parting  glance  at  Meiringen  and 
the  beautiful  Lake  of  Brienz,  feeling  sad 
at  leaving  so  much  beauty  behind.  But 
a  glance  down  the  mountain  on  the  oppo- 
site side  revealed  the  long,  green  valley 
sloping  gently  to  the  Lake  of  the  Four 
Cantons,  Pilatus  guarding  its  gateway, 
and  Lucerne  smiling  on  its  hillside. 
Belle  Helene  sniffed  the  air  restlessly, 
and  eagerly  covered  the  thirty  miles 
between  the  Brunig  and  her  own  snug 
stable.  Almost  before  we  realized  it  we 
had  turned  the  corner  where  the  tall 
pines  grow,  and  were  slowly  ascending 
the  long  driveway  to  the  Villa  Hochhiisli. 
Were  they  really  at  an  end,  those 
eight  days  of  fun  and  frolic  ?  "  Long 
live  the  buckboard  !  "  sang  the  imagi- 
native woman. 


WHEN  to  the  wind  the  wild-rose  lifts  sweet  lips, 
And,  in  a  quiet  place,  the  vireo  sings, 
While,  molten  gold,  the  dewy  sunshine  drips 
Leaf-filtered  on  his  happy  song-thrilled  wings  :— 
When  trumpet-vines,  red-clustered  on  the  hill. 
Blow  joyous  welcome  to  the  huntress  morn, 
And,  fragrant-robed,  beside  clear  pools  and  still 

The  elder  dreams,  overwatched  by  ranks  of  corn.— 
1  see  her  passing  samite-clad  and  fair 
With  mists  that  melt  into  the  golden  air. 


ICI 


Nor  is  she  absent  from  the  wintry  wood 

Where  frost-stars  shine  in  all  their  loveliness  ; 
She  bringeth  there  her  gracious  gifts  of  good. 

She  walketh  there  in  beauty  none  the  less. 
Above  her  glow  the  heavens,  rosy  cold. 

To  every  twig  there  comes  a  clearer  grace 
The  moss  is  greener  on  the  oak  tree,  old  ; 

There  is  a  welcome  in  each  sheltered  place, 
And  music  there  of  mellow  reeds  and  true 
Whereon,  one  day,  god  Pan  a  parting  blew. 


0  true  beloved  of  the  stars  and  fields 

I  would  that  I  might  follow  where  you  lead ! 
O'er  fresh  plowed  earth,  through  all  the  happy  wealds, 

By  sparkling  waters  in  a  fragrant  mead— 
Or  deep  into  the  winter's  crystal  core. 

Or  where  the  leaves  fall  scarlet,  red,  and  gold  :— 
So  I  might  follow— -loving  you  the  more. 

Look  in  your  face  and  with  you  converse  hold. 

1  see  you  beckon,  but  with  fettered  feet 
Far-off  I  follow  in  your  footsteps  sweet. 

Ingram  Crockett. 


A=T!R©UTI!ifiO    We    BID    QO. 


BY  JAMES  R.   BENTON. 


THE  first  trout  is  an  epoch  in  one's 
life. 
I  think  a  set  of  nerves  un- 
touched before  is  thrilled  by  that 
electric  shock  when  the  first  speckled 
shadow  makes  connection  with  the  other 
end  of  the  line.  Surely  no  more  inspir- 
ing^ message  ever  flashed  over  the  wire 
than  tremljles  over  the  line  from  the 
mouth  of  the  fingerling  to  the  bounding 
heart  of  boyhood.  How  well  do  I  re- 
member my  first!  They  say  "confession 
is  good  for  the  soul."  I  was  returning 
from  Sunday  school  "cross  lots,"  and 
following  up  a  trout  brook  in  all  its 
windings. 

I  had  never  yet  caught  a  trout.  Care- 
ful parents  say  eight  years  is  too  young 
to  begin,  but  I  had  many  times  "  pad- 
dled "  in  the  little  brook  and  poked  my 
fingers  beneath  the  banks  to  feel  for  the 
slippery  little  "  speckles "  or  vainly 
hurled  small  pebbles  at  the  fleeting 
shadows  as  they  darted  through  the 
shallows. 

On  this  particular  Sabbath  I  idled 
along  until  I  reached  a  certain  meadow 
bridge  where  the  water  deepened  and 
was  lost  in  gloom  beneath  the  mossy 
arch.  There  is  a  mysterious  charm 
about  these  bridges.  The  sunlight 
never  flickers  beneath  them  and  the 
airy  current  that  comes  out  with  the 
stream  is  always  strangely  cool. 

Trout  love  these  shadowy  arches,  and 
how  often,  with  splash  and  turmoil,  a 
muskrat  finds  safety  from  pursuing  dog. 

As  I  stood  on  the  bridge  I  saw  some- 
thing in  the  waters  that  drove  Sunday 
school  far  from  my  mind. 

Here  was  a  fine  chance  for  Satan, 
and,  as  usual,  he  improved  it.  Almost 
without  my  knowledge  he  lifted  my 
hand  to  the  lapel  of  my  Sunday  jacket 
and  put  my  finger  on  a  pin.  Under  his 
express  directions  I  drew  forth  the  pin 
and  bent  it  to  a  true  and  fatal  curve. 
My  left  hand,  following  the  bad  exam- 
ple of  my  right,  sought  a  piece  of  twine 
in  my  trousers  pocket.  Sin  now  had 
me  in  its  grip,  and,  throwing  virtue  to 
the  winds,  I  joined  pin  and  twine  and 
started  in  pursuit  of  a  grasshopper. 
Another  moment  and  a  bright  green 
"  hopper "  floated  to  the  bridge  and 
vanished  in  the  shadows  beneath. 


Jerk  !  I  pulled  sharp  and  strong  and 
a  naked  pin  flashed  in  the  sunshine. 
Trembling  with  hope  and  excitement  I 
procured  another  "hopper,"  bent  him 
on  the  hook  and  "  cast  "  again. 

"  Ha  !  "  I  was  quicker  that  time.  A 
white  belly  flashed  in  the  air  and  in  an- 
other moment  I  held  the  speckled  fellow 
in  my  hand  and  felt  the  first  thrill  of 
that  so-called  barbaric  triumph  we  are 
supposed  to  inherit  from  our  Viking 
fathers.  Then  I  happened  to  remember 
it  was  Sunday  and  started  home  with 
rather  an  uncomfortable  conscience.  I 
had  not  planned  to  tell  my  adventures, 
but  a  certain  fishy  smell,  coupled  with 
my  dishevelled  appearance,  told   more 

than  my  tongue,  and  then I  guess 

we  might  as  well  change  the  scene  to 
another  time  and  place. 

I  know  a  stream  named  from  a  chief 
of  the  Six  Nations,  and  surely  no  savage 
Sagamore  could  ask  a  better  monument. 
A  clear,  strong  stream  springing  from 
the  heart  of  the  limestone  hills,  and 
flowing  for  a  score  of  miles  through 
pasture  and  meadow,  woodland  and 
glen.  Along  this  stream  three  disciples 
of  the  fin  passed  one  of  those  days  whose 
memories  always  come  first  into  the 
mind  when  the  thoughts  drift  a- fishing. 
The  party  was  led  by  the  veteran,  a 
white  -  haired  campaigner,  who  had 
known  trout  from  the  St.  Lawrence  to 
the  Delaware  for  more  than  forty  years  ; 
second  in  command  was  the  iDusiness 
man,  chiefly  remarkable  as  a  good 
fellow  and  an  idolatrous  worshiper  of 
the  veteran.  The  scribe  was  the  novice 
of  the  party,  although  not  entirely  a 
novice  in  fishing. 

For  a  mile  or  more  of  pasture  lands 
we  idled  along,  now  and  then  snapping 
out  a  fingerling,  or  more-  often  a  much- 
accursed  "  chub,"  as  the  little,  hungry 
shiners  are  termed.  Just  before  we 
reached  a  dark  swamp  of  hemlock  and 
cedar  the  stream  widened  out  at  a  sharp 
bend.  It  was  a  likely  looking  place, 
and  wading  well  out  into  the  stream  I 
dropped  my  flies  near  a  dingy  mass  of 
foam.  I  had  guessed  well,  for  three 
times  the  flies  swirled  under,  and  each 
time  I  hooked  a  good  trout.  And  now 
we  followed  the  stream  into  the  mys- 
teries of  the  swamp. 


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A  brook  seems  to  enter  one  of  these 
dark,  shadow-haunted  tangles  in  a.  thor- 
ough spirit  of  investigation  and  dis- 
covery. Here  it  runs  broad  and  shal- 
low, now  narrow  and  deep.  Here  a 
fallen  log  makes  a  miniature  cataract  or 
a  deep,  black,  eddying  pool.  Perhaps 
a  more  adventurous  current  leaves  the 
main  stream  and  strays  off  by  itself, 
cutting  little  threads  through  the  black 
mould,  losing  icself  in  the  long,  thick 
moss,  gurgling  through  subterraneous 
passages,  now  and  then  coming  up  for 
breath  at  some  opening  just  large 
enough  to  entrap  the  foot  of  the  un- 
wary fisherman. 

"  There  is  a  place  in  this  woods  where 
you  must  catch  a  trout,"  said  the  vet- 
eran ;  "  when  we  reach  it  I  will  show 
you  just  where  to  cast." 

In  a  short  time  we  came  to  a  stretch 
of  water  where  the  creek  broadened 
and  the  trees  along  the  bank  were  taller, 
arching  over  and  meeting  above,  a 
lofty,  leafy,  dusky  aisle. 

The  veteran  stood  in  silent  approval 
of  my  appreciation  of  his  favorite  nook, 
and  then  said  :  *'  You  see  that  quiet 
eddy  where  that  cedar  leans  nearly 
into  the  stream  ?  That  is  the  favorite 
haunt  of  some  of  the  best  trout  in  this 
stream.  IVe  pulled  many  a  lusty  fellow 
from  under  that  cedar,  and  I've  lost 
many  a  good  strike  in  the  same  place. 
Now  just  see  what  you  can  do.  What 
flies  have  you  on  your  leader  ?  Red 
ibis,  coachman,  and  black  gnat.  That's 
a  good  choice.     I'll  watch  you." 

Every  fisherman  knows  that  in  a 
place  so  quiet  and  shadowy  as  this  the 
trout  must  be  noiselessly  approached. 
With  this  fact  in  mind  and  stimulated 
to  do  my  best  by  the  feeling  that  I  was 
under  the  eye  of  a  master,  I  cautiously 
waded  into  the  stream  and  swung  my 
line  lightly  through  the  air.  For  five 
minutes  I  whipped  in  vain.  The  silence 
was  unbroken  save  by  the  faint  swish 
of  the  tackle.  Not  a  splash  or  ripple 
broke  the  surface  but  the  small  disturb- 
ance caused  by  the  dropping  flies  and 
the  sparkling  drip  of  the  line.  I  was 
getting  discouraged  when  I  happened 
to  notice  a  little  white  miller  float  into 
the  pool.  It  had  hardly  reached  the 
black  margin  before  it  was  snatched  by 
a  great  fellow  that  leaped  clear  out  of 
the  water  in  his  eager  rush. 

I  exchanged  a  significant  glance  with 
my  critics  on   the  bank,  reeled  in    my 


line,  removed  the  ibis  and  looped  on  a 
white  miller. 

After  several  trials  I  got  the  distance, 
and  the  miller  dropped  just  where  the 
stream  swept  back  under  the  cedar. 

"  What  a  strike  !  Hooked  him  fast, 
too.     By  his  piill  he's  a  good  one." 

And  then  the  fight.  Every  fisherman 
knows  this  part,  and  those  who  are  not 
fishermen — oh,  the  pity  of  it !  My  fish 
did  the  usual  darting,  dashing,  leaping, 
and  sulking,  until  finally  his  gasping 
form   lay  on  the  mossy  bank. 

After  we  had  eaten  our  lunch  and 
washed  it  down  with  long  draughts 
from  an  icy  spring,  we  listened  to  the 
veteran's  tales  of  sport  in  the  Adiron- 
dacks.  "  Yes,  boys,"  finished  the  vet- 
eran, "  it  was  great  sport,  but^  after  all, 
as  I  look  back  the  days  that  touch  my 
memory  are  not  alwaj^s  the  days  when 
my  basket  was  heaviest,  but  days  when, 
in  company  with  some  good  fellows, 
I  fished  some  little  stream  like  this  to- 
day. I  know  a  hole  where  a  big  fellow 
has  fooled  me  every  time  I've  been  here 
for  the  past  three  years.  I  have  a  bitter 
vengeance  to  achieve.  There's  the  place, 
just  beyond  that  clump  of  alders.  If 
you  boys  will  just  wait  a  moment  I'll 
give  that  fellow  a  try." 

And  now  I  witnessed  one  of  the  best 
cases  of  "  sneak"  I  ever  beheld.  The 
veteran  walked  to  within  fifty  feet  of 
the  bank  and  thence  crawled  on  hands 
and  knees,  slowly,  carefully,  until  he 
reached  a  point  about  fifteen  feet  from 
the  water;  then  the  well-practised  hand 
raised  the  rod.  The  worm  dropped 
into  the  pool  just  at  the  bank's  edge. 

Splish  !  splash  !  "  I've  got  him  !  " 
Did  you  ever  see  a  dozing  canine  stung 
by  a  bee  ?  If  so  3'ou  can  picture  to  your- 
self just  how  rapidly  the  veteran's 
sneakiness  changed  to  a  most  emphatic 
series  of  movements.  The  way  that 
gentleman  of  sixty-five  hustled  up  and 
down  the  bank  suggested  that  this 
particular  stream  must  have  its  source 
in  Ponce  de  Leon's  fountain  of  youth. 
With  consummate  skill  he  checked  the 
big  fellow  in  his  mad  rushes  until 
he  flung  him  high  and  dry  upon  the  bank. 

"  That's  the  same  old  fellow,  boys," 
said  the  veteran.  "I'd  know  him  in  a 
thousand.  He  won't  fool  me  again." 
So  we  un jointed  our  rods  and  started 
for  the  wagon,  and  the  sun  set  and  the 
day  was  gone — or  rather  say  partly  gone 
— for  not  all  of  a  day  dies. 


BY    DR.    J.    H.    PORTER. 


THE  term  rogfue,  as  ordinarily  ap- 
plied to  elephants,  is  somewhat 
misleading.  The  title  conveys 
a  suggestion  of  petty  vice,  and 
nothing  could  be  more  inapplicable  to 
the  character  of-  those  dreadful  beasts 
than  this.  As  a  rogue  elephant  is  neces- 
sarily a  wild  one,  the  beginning  of  his 
career  has  been  concealed  from  observa- 
tion. There  are  no  records  of  rogues 
except  at  their  acme,  and  next  to  nothing 
is  known  concerning  the  evolution  of 
these  destroyers. 

The  rogue  elephant,  however,  is  what 
Darwin  calls  "  a  variation  from  an  aver- 
age"; but  as  the  creature's  develop- 
ment cannot  be  studied  in  jungles,  in- 
formation on  this  subject  must  be  sought 
for  elsewhere,  and  government  stables, 
where  large  numbers  live  together,  are 
the  best  schools.  And  what  is  the  out- 
come ?  First,  a  conviction  that  the  con- 
ventional elephant  has  no  existence  in 
nature.  Next,  a  most  positive  assurance 
that  those  vices  believed  to  be  excep- 
tional among  males  are  really  extremely 
common  traits,  perfectly  natural  to  these 
animals.  Finally,  the  investigator  will 
discover  that  captive  elephants  are  not 
kept  in  order  by  their  virtues,  but  much 
more  generally  restrained  through  fear 
and  self-interest. 

Nothing  exceeds  a  Hindu's  disdain 
for  the  tusker's  intelligence,  except  his 
deep-seated  conviction  of  its  unlimited 
capacity  for  mischief.  So  undeniable 
an  authority  as  Colonel  Barras  has  put 
it  on  record  that  all  the  old  males  he 
knew  of  had  killed  at  least  one  man. 
In  India  no  experienced  person,  either 
native  or  foreigner,  ever  deals  with  ele- 


phants upon  the  basis  of  their  alleged 
good  qualities.  Every  one  of  them  has 
been  caught  in  these  times  either 
within  the  Western  Ghats,  on  those 
heights  between  the  Bramahputra  and 
Barak  valleys,  or  among  primeval 
forests  of  Mysore,  Orissa,  Travancore, 
Coorg,  and  the  Tarai.  Is  it  to  be  sup- 
posed that  driving  them  into  keddahs, 
tying  the  frantic  creatures  to  trees 
until  they  have  been  reduced  to  a 
state  of  exhaustion  by  starvation,  and 
subsequently  teaching  these  captives 
a  few  simple  manoeuvres,  has  radically 
changed  the  original  wild  beast  and 
effected  what  Professor  Romanes  calls 
"  a  transformation  of  emotional  psychol- 
ogy "  ?  The  most  complete  instruction 
he  ever  gets  contains  nothing  which  can 
by  any  possibility  provide  him  with  the 
cardinal  virtues.  No  metamorphosis 
takes  place.  Nobody  who  has  learned 
what  such  establishments  as  Baroda 
and  Teperah  teach,  believes  that  these 
brutes  "  are  actuated  by  the  most  mag- 
nanimous of  feelings." 

Nothing  else  ought  to  be  expected 
from  an  unadulterated  wild  beast,  cut 
off  from  the  improvements  effected  by 
domestication  in  other  species  through 
a  barrenness  during  captivity  which 
compels  every  set  of  elephants  under 
training  to  begin  anew. 

Notwithstanding  that  an  elephant's 
face-skeleton  is  imperfectly  developed, 
and  much  of  the  countenance  being 
concealed  by  its  trunk,  their  physiog- 
nomies present  marked  contrasts,  par- 
ticularly in  those  expressions  which  be- 
long to  the  eye.  Going  about  among 
the  masonry  platforms  where  these  fet- 


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tered  giants  stand,  one  can  scarcely  fail 
to  see  that  an  evil  look  is  more  com- 
mon to  old  than  young  animals.  If 
facial  character  goes  for  anything,  the 
kindliness,  generosity,  and  forbearance 
supposed  to  be  congenital  in  this  race, 
depart  with  age.  However  benevo- 
lent or  admirable  elephants  may  be 
originally,  development  spoils  them, 
and  curious  information  confirmatory  of 
such  an  inference  can  easily  be  got 
from  their  attendants,  when  they  are 
entirely  convinced  of  the  uselessness  of 
lying.  Moreover,  so  far  as  mere  facts 
go,  these  men  know  a  great  deal.  All 
have  passed  their  lives  with  elephants  ; 
many  were  laid  at  some  tusker's  feet  to 
be  watched  while  babies,  and  this  is  one 
of  those  themes  inost  enlarged  upon  by 
writers  from  whom  a  little  more  ration- 
ality might  be  expected.  A  creature 
who  can  pick  up  a  needle,  or  lift  the 
carriage  of  a  stalled  field  gun,  could  not 
have  much  difficulty  in  keeping  an 
infant  from  crawling  away,  and  that  is 
all  this  big  nurse  does.  He  has  been 
taught  it  by  dint  of  cutting  off  his 
coveted  ration  of  sugar  or  rum,  ham- 
mering him  on  the  toes  with  a  stone, 
and  driving  an  ankoos  into  his  body. 

Intellect  in  an  elephant  shows  itself 
almost  exclusively  in  the  power  to  ac- 
quire. There  is  no  difficulty  in  master- 
ing the  lesson  set,  and  it  is  perfectly 
learned  by  an  animal  quite  intelligent 
enough  to  foresee  the  consequences  of 
neglect,  but  utterly  unable  to  perceive 
how  it  might  revenge  itself  upon  the 
father,  whom  as  like  as  not  it  hates  and 
will  finally  kill,  by  trampling  his  child. 

Few  more  impressive  confidences  can 
be  imparted  than  one  in  which  a  Hindu 
describes  how  he  knows  his  elephant 
intends  to  destroy  him.  It  is  all  so 
seemingly  trivial,  and  yet  in  reality  of 
such  deadly  significance.  His  story  is  so 
full  of  details  that  prove  the  man's  pro- 
found understanding  of  what  he  is  talk- 
ing about,  that  one  remains  equally 
amazed  at  the  brute's  power  to  dissimu- 
late and  its  intended  victim's  insight 
into  this  would-be  murderer's  character. 
And  yet,  from  the  psychological  stand- 
point, an  elephant  never  gives  any  other 
such  indication  of  mental  power  as  is 
exhibited  in  its  revenge.  That  patient, 
watchful,  implacable  hatred,  often  pro- 
voked simply  because  a  man  is  in  at- 
tendance upon  another  animal  (for  it  is 
the  rule  with  tuskers  to  detest  their  next 


neighbors)  speaks  more  conclusively  of 
a  high  intellectual  grade  than  all  the 
stories,  true  or  false,  that  have  been 
told  of  their  ability.  S.uch  concentra- 
tion and  fixedness  of  purpose,  such  care- 
ful, unrelaxed  vigilance,  such  perfect 
and  consistent  pretence,  and,  when  the 
time  comes,  such  desperate,  unhesitat- 
ing energy  as  homicidal  animals  exhibit, 
are  impossible  without  a  very  consider- 
able, although  in  this  instance  very  ir- 
regular, development. 

No  one  can  deny  that  if  this  creature 
is  great  at  all  its  greatness  shows  itself 
in  its  crimes  ;  these  have  caused  it  to  be 
worshipped  in  the  East,  where  men  ven- 
erate nothing  but  merciless,  irresponsi- 
ble force,  and  where  an  exhibition  of 
those  qualities  and  traits  described,  fully 
accounts  for  the  formula,  *'  My  Lord  the 
Elephant." 

Transfer  such  a  beast  as  this  to  the 
wilderness,  where  nothing  restrains  it 
except  natural  conditions  or  the  supe- 
rior force  of  other  elephants,  and  com- 
pare what  is  known  concerning  its  char- 
acter and  habits  in  freedom  with  those 
results  already  given.  The  facts  to  take 
cognizance  of  in  this  connection  are  that 
wildelephants  live  together — assemblein 
larger  or  smaller  aggregates,  as  circum- 
stances dictate  ;  that  they  are  vege- 
table feeders,  not  organized  for  blood- 
shed, and  not,  as  a  matter  of  necessity, 
either  cruel,  treacherous  or  aggressive. 
Further,  both  Asiatic  and  African  spe- 
cies have  taken  a  step  in  advance  of 
that  mere  "  collective  instinct "  which 
makes  many  feral  groups  gregarious  ; 
they  form  families,  in  which  several 
generations  are  represented.  These  are 
the  constant  units  in  every  association, 
irrespective  of  numbers,  and  when 
great  herds  break  up  they  are  resolved 
into  families  again. 

Something  underlies  any  kind  of  social 
cohesion,  and,  without  instituting  any 
comparisons  between  brutes  and  men, 
even  the  lowest  human  beings,  it  is 
enough  to  say  that  affection,  sympathy, 
some  sense  of  obligation  for  mutual  aid 
in  escaping  from,  avoiding,  or  repelling 
danger,  together  with  a  general  and 
habitual  co-operation,  though  mostly 
unorganized,  much  more  strikingly  char- 
acterizes numbers  of  creatures  consid- 
ered to  be  greatly  inferior  to  elephants. 

Apart  from  analysis  or  minute  detail, 
this  is  the  picture  in  outline  of  an  ele- 
phant family.     It  is  presided   over  by 


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159 


some  old  bull,  able  to  conquer  any  other 
male  present,  and  whose  relation  to  his 
companions  consists  in  taking  whatever 
he  wants  and  leaving  the  rest  to  shift 
for  themselves,  which  they  do,  each 
accordingly  with  the  measure  of  its  own 
capacity  and  after  the  same  fashion. 
Their  patriarch  sometimes  puts  down 
quarrelsome  young  tuskers,  but  if  he 
does  anything  else  it  is  not  known. 
When  a  herd  changes  its  location  this 
animal  does  not  lead.  If  it  encounters 
difficulties  he  is  the  one  least  likely  to 
give  aid.  Should  his  family  be  attacked 
the  bull  abandons  them.  "  I  have  never 
known  an  instance,"  says  Sanderson 
[Thirteen  years  among  the  wild  beasts 
of  India],  "  of  a  tusker  undertaking  to 
cover  the  retreat  of  a  herd."  Nobody 
else  has  seen  it,  for  when  male  elephants 
fight  it  is  for  themselves  alone. 

In  case  of  a  contemplated  foray  into 
cultivated  lands  where  danger  may 
await  them,  and  it  is  necessary  to  recon- 
noitre, this  important  duty  very  fre- 
quently devolves  upon  "some  experi- 
enced old  cow."  She  leads  the  herd, 
and  it  is  eminently  creditable  to  their 
intellect  that  they  should  recognize  her 
fitness.  Cows,  also,  will  occasionally 
charge  in  defense  of  those  bulls  to  whom 
they  are  attached;  but  the  case  is  not 
reversed.  Females,  likewise,  help 
wounded  companions,  perhaps  oftener 
than  males,  though  this  is  doubtful,  for 
almost  always  each  elephant  thinks 
only  of  its  own  safety.  There  are  a 
few  instances  on  record  of  momentary 
combinations  against  enem.ies,  and 
small  isolated  herds  have  become,  to  a 
certain  extent,  customarily  aggressive. 
All  accounts,  however,  represent  their 
conduct,  as  compared  with  those  of 
many  other  species,  to  have  been  in  the 
highest  degree  inconsistent  and  inef- 
fectual. 

It  remains  to  say  that  animals  in  pit- 
falls are  sometimes  assisted,  but  more 
commonly  abandoned  without  an  at- 
tempt to  extricate  them.  That  a  mother 
whose  calf  has  fallen  into  one  of  these 
traps,  tries  to  help  it,  goes  into  hyster- 
ics and  flies,  saunters  around  without 
throwing  it  down  any  food,  or  wanders 
off  and  forgets  all  about  it,  just  as  it 
happens,  and  without  so  much  con- 
stancy in  any  particular  behavior  as 
would  enable  anybody  to  inake  the 
slightest  forecast  concerning  her  con- 
duct on  such  an  occasion.     Green  knew 


a  wonderful  tusker  in  Central  Africa  to 
receive  succor  from  an  elephant,  acci- 
dentally met  •with,  who  brought  water 
in  its  trunk;  but  this  incident  stands 
alone.  These  illustrations  touch  upon 
those  social  qualifications  previously 
referred  to,  and  there  can  be  no  doubt 
either  with  regard  to  their  truth  or  con- 
clusiveness. 

The  patriarch,  who  is  the  important 
figure  in  this  inquiry,  becomes  more 
morose,  more  violent  and  unsocial  as 
time  goes  on.  From  voluntarily  sepa- 
rating himself  at  certain  seasons  from 
the  herd,  and  joining  other  males,  he 
sometimes  comes  to  staying  away  alto- 
gether, and  permanently  living  a  soli- 
tary life.  Or,  as  constantly  happens 
with  patriarchal  bulls,  a  brother, 
nephew,  son,  even  grandson,  falls  upon 
him,  and  their  conflict  ends  in  his  de- 
feat. Then  existence  with  kinsmen  like 
his  is  made  intolerable,  so  that  instead 
of  an  act  prompted  by  this  creature's 
own  will,  exile  may  be  regarded  as  of- 
ten forced  upon  it. 

From  these  two  classes — anchorites 
by  choice  or  hermits  by  necessity — 
rogue  elephants  are  almost  exclusively 
derived.  As  for  the  fell  brute  itself, 
that  will  be  best  understood  b}^  a  recital 
of  its  deeds.  Before  any  narratives, 
however,  it  may  be  briefly  remarked 
that,  given  the  average  character  de- 
scribed, it  undergoes  a  distinct  degen- 
eration with  solitude.  "  A  tusker  in 
seclusion,"  observes  Leveson,  "  is  al- 
ways morose,  vicious,  and  desperately 
cunning;  "  while  the  rogue  has  all  these 
traits  in  their  most  extreme  degree,  and 
something  besides.  He  makes  an  ap- 
proach to  that  state  of  "  perpetual  rage  " 
which  Buffon  incorrectly  attributed  to 
tigers.  T!^e  nervousness,  confusion  of 
mind  under  excitement,  vacillation,  and 
paroxysmal  cowardice,  preeminently 
characteristic  of  elephants  as  a  class, 
give  place  to  concentrated  purpose  and 
command  of  faculty.  Moreover,  this 
animal  is  not  usually  mad.  It  may  be, 
of  course,  since  any  creature  similarly 
organized  is  liable  to  diseases  which  in- 
volve insanity.  Nevertheless,  facts  in 
those  cases  reported  do  not  support  the 
hypothesis  of  mental  alienation  as  ex- 
planatory of  the  traits  displayed. 

Fortuna>:ely,  undoubted  rogues  are 
solitary.  There  is,  so  far  as  the  writer 
knows,  but  one  exceptional  instance. 
Colonel     Pollok    extracted     this    from 


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official  records  in  the  Adjutant- Gener- 
al's office,  of  British  India,  and  such 
portions  of  the  officer's  report  as  bear 
upon  the  points  discussed  here  are 
given  : 

"  Sir — I  have  the  honor  to  state  that  on 
the  24th  instant,  at  midnight,  I  received 
information  that  two  elephants  of  very 
uncommon  size  had  made  their  appear- 
ance within  a  few  hundred  yards  of  the 
cantonment  and  close  to  the  village, 
the  inhabitants  of  which  were  in  the 
greatest  alarm.  I  lost  no  time  in  de- 
spatching to  this  place  all  the  public  and 
private  elephants  we  had  .  .  .  and 
at  daybreak  on  the  25th  was  informed 
that  their  very  superior  size  and  fierce- 
ness had  rendered  all  attempts  at  their 
seizure  unavailing,  and  that  the  most 
experienced  mahout  I  had  was  dan- 
gerously hurt,  the  elephant  he  rode 
having  been  struck  to  the  ground  by 
one  of  the  wild  ones,  which,  with  its 
companion,  then  adjourned  to  a  large 
sugar-cane  field  adjoining  the  village. 
I  immediately  ordered  the  guns  (a  sec- 
tion of  a  light  battery)  to  this  place,  but 
wishing  ...  to  try  every  means 
for  catching  these  animals,  I  assembled 
the  inhabitants  .  .  .  and,  with  the 
assistance  of  the  resident  Rajah,  caused 
two  deep  pits  to  be  prepared  .  . 
and  they  (the  elephants)  were  cleverly 
driven  into  them.  But,  unfortunately, 
one  of  the  pits  did  not  prove  to  be  suf- 
ficiently deep,  and  the  one  who  escaped 
from  it,  in  the  presence  of  many  wit- 
nesses, assisted  his  companion  out  of 
the  other  pit  with  his  trunk.  Both  were, 
however,  with  much  exertion,  brought 
back  into  the  cane.  .  .  .  About  four 
o'clock  yesterday  they  burst  through 
all  my  guards,  and,  making  for  a  vil- 
lage about  three  miles  distant,  reached 
it  with  such  rapidity  that  the  horsemen 
who  galloped  before  them  had  not  time 
to  apprise  the  inhabitants  of  their  dan- 
ger, and  I  regret  to  say  that  one  poor 
man  was  torn  limb  from  limb,  a  child 
trodden  to  death,  and  two  women  hurt. 
Their  destruction  now  became  absolute- 
ly necessary,  and  as  they  showed  no  dis- 
position to  quit  the  village  .  .  .  we 
had  time  to  bring  up  the  four-pound 
pieces  of  artillery,  from  which  they  re- 
ceived several  rounds.  .  .  .  The 
larger  of  the  two  was  soon  brought  to 
the  ground  by  a  round  shot  in  the  head, 
but  after  remaining  there  about  a  quar- 
ter of  an  hour  ...  he  got  up  again  as 


vigorous  as  ever,  and  the  desperation 
of  both  at  this  period  exceeds  all  de- 
scription. They  made  repeated  charges 
on  the  guns,  and  if  it  had  not  been  for 
the  uncommon  bravery  and  steadiness 
of  the  artillerymen  .  .  .  many 
dreadful  casualties  must  have  occurred. 
We  were  obliged  to  desist  for  want  of 
ammunition,  and  before  a  fresh  supply 
could  be  obtained  the  animals  quitted 
the  village,  and,  though  streaming  with 
blood  .  .  .  proceeded  with  a  rapid- 
ity I  had  no  idea  of'  toward  Hazara- 
baugh.  They  were  at  length  brought 
up  by  the  horsemen  and  our  elephants, 
within  a  short  distance  of  a  crowded 
bazaar,  and  ultimately,  after  many  re- 
newals of  most  formidable  and  ferocious 
attacks  on  the  guns,  gave  up  the  con- 
test with  their  lives." 

This  is  the  account  of  an  English 
officer.  Hear  now  the  experience  of  an 
old  shikari,  far  down  in  remote  Travan- 
core,  who  spoke  in  this  wise  : 

Sahib,  said  Joora  Naik,  that  devil - 
beast  came  upon  us  like  the  pestilence, 
which  no  man  can  foresee.  Goordut 
and  Doorjun  were  excellent  men — may 
Bhugwan  receive  their  spirits — and  the 
elephant  killed  these  first.  This  your 
servant  saw.  There  was  a  panther  that 
had  taken  many  cows,  and  their  owners 
accused  me  unjustly,  saying  :  "  Behold 
this  hog,  who  wallows  in  idleness  while 
we  are  ruined."  Likewise  they  gave 
me  a  multitude  of  curses,  which  were 
returned.  For  I  sought  that  infidel 
diligently  ;  but  who  can  find  a  panther, 
unless  by  the  favor  of  God.  Doorjun 
and  Goordut  warmed  some  kicheree 
while  resting  from  cutting  wood  in  the 
forest.  It  was  then  I  met  them,  and 
their  smoke  must  have  come  where  the 
elephant  stood  among  shadows  meditat- 
ing murder.  He  came  silently,  like  a 
storm  cloud  ;  yet  I  saw  him,  and  gave 
warning,  climbing  a  tree  myself  with 
haste,  for  elephants  do  not  steal  upon 
men  in  this  manner  unless  they  are 
possessed  by  devils.  Sahib,  the  fate  of 
Goordut  and  Doorjun  was  not  propitious, 
and  when  I  cried  aloud  and  the  beast 
ru.  hed  down  upon  us,  seeing  that  he 
was  discovered,  truly  they  became  con- 
fused, like  men  who  have  smoked  bhang 
and  are  stupefied.  Goordut  had  his  legs 
crushed  and  lay  yelling,  while  Doorjun 
was  caught  and  rent  into  tatters  with 
the  tusks.  Then  the  elephant  went 
back  to  Goordut  and  kneeled  upon  him, 


Painted  for  Odting  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 


'THEN   HE   FIRED."     (/.  ibj.) 


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afterwards  kicking  his  body  back  and 
forth  between  his  feet  until  it  was  no 
more  than  a  pulp.  Think  not,  Protector 
of  the  Poor,  that  this  hell-born  had  for- 
gotten me.  vSuch  as  he  forget  nothing  ; 
they  are  as  wise  as  a  king  cobra,  and 
their  knowledge  is  equal  to  that  of  a 
man-eating  tiger.  When  this  infamous 
one  had  made  an  end  with  these  men 
he  stopped  screaining  and  caine  quietly 
under  where  I  sat  and  reached  up. 
There  was  that  in  his  red  eyes  which  I 
had  not  seen  before  ;  neither  was  his 
demeanor  like  that  of  other  beasts. 
Quick,  moving  shades  of  wrinkles 
crossed  his  forehead.  The  presence  of 
Bowanee,  Goddess  of  Destruction,  en- 
compassed him,  and  he  moved  in  the 
shadow  of  death. 

After  a  time  he  went  away.  It  is 
known  unto  my  Lord  that  the  evil 
spirit  who  possesses  these  creatures 
gives  them  no  rest,  and  they  go  on 
unceasingly,  having  no  pleasure  except 
to  kill.  There  was  lamentation  and 
great  fear  when  I  returned  and  told  of 
these  things;  but  what  could  we  do? 
Mohunlall,  the  priest,  made  many 
charms,  which  he  sold  ;  nevertheless,  of 
those  who  bought  them  several  were 
afterwards  destroyed,  and  it  must  have 
been  that  the  special  devil  which  abode 
with  this  elephant  was  unknown  to  him. 

Crops  promised  well  this  year,  and  all 
our  platforms  were  occupied,  so  that 
Avatcher's  cries  and  the  beating  of  tom- 
toins  continued  during  darkness  ;  for 
nilghai,  with  sounders  of  hog  and  deer, 
■came  out  of  the  forest,  doing  much 
damage.  Bodhee  was  one  whose  land 
brought  forth  abundantly ;  but  he 
abhorred  to  lose  anything.  Therefore 
Bodhee  erected  yet  another  platform  in 
his  tields,  building  it  close  to  a  clump  of 
tree  jungle,  and  hiring  many  men  to  sit 
thereon.  Bap  ki  kiism  (I  swear  by  my 
father)  that  this  was  foolish  ;  the  act 
befitted  a  man  bereft  of  reason  ;  for, 
truly,  the  elephant  approached  behind 
that  cover,  screening  himself  effectually, 
and  he  overthrew  this  stand.  Several 
were  injured,  and  Bearee  Mul,  who 
escaped,  said  that  the  beast — may  my 
curses  cleave  to  him  forever — hunted 
them  in  the  grass  as  he  had  seen  Fer- 
inghee  dogs  belonging  to  Ufsur-log 
(English  officers)  in  Mysore  scent  out 
wounded  birds.  Bodhee  himself  was 
killed,  with  Gopal  Chund,  Tiluk  Singh, 
and  Feruk  Pandy ;  but   some    crawled 


away,  and,  as  the  elephant  screajned 
continually,  other  watchers  took 
warning  and  escaped.  After  this,  our 
fields  remained  unguarded,  the  zemin- 
dars losing  much  of  what  they  expected 
to  obtain. 

In  that  manner,  Khodawund,  our 
troubles  began  ;  moreover,  they  had  no 
end  throughout  this  district,  until  we 
sent  a  petition  to  the  Piiltan  ka  Ghora 
(battalion  of  white  troops)  on  the 
frontier,  and  Kummeens  Behadur 
(Major  Cummings)  came  to  give  us  aid. 
Before  this  I  beg  to  represent  that  none 
lay  down  at  night,  neither  attended  to 
their  occasions  by  day,  without  a  feeling 
as  if  the  sansar,  the  icy  wind  of  death, 
blew  upon  them.  Travelers  were  met 
with  on  highways  and  slaughtered. 
Those  who  went  by  jungle  paths 
perished  there  ;  pilgrims — Gosaeens 
carrying  Ganges  water — saw  him  and 
died.  It  is  your  servant's  business  to 
watch  by  night,  being  a  shikari,  and 
twice  I  beheld  this  beast,  passing  silently 
with  a  wild  and  awful  mien.  He  visited 
lonely  shrines  and  no  priest  was  left  to 
perform  their  rites  ;  he  came  upon  poor- 
was  (outlying  hamlets)  and  the  cries  of 
women  wailing  for  the  dead  followed 
after  him.  In  distant  cattle  camps, 
wretched  men  awoke  at  the  bellowings 
and  hollow  trampling  of  their  buffaloes 
to  find  the  elephant  among  them. 

Walled  villages  were  safe  ;  but  such 
terror  spread  abroad  that  those  within 
them  trembled,  and  gate- watches  struck 
nagaras  and  fired  gin  jails  whenever  a 
wild  elephant's  trumpet  sounded  near. 
And  open  towns  were  not  safe,  for  he 
descended  on  many,  bringing  destruc- 
tion. 

Your  servant  was  at  Koilee  when  this 
devil  arrived.  It  was  evening;  the  cattle 
had  come  home,  and  women  were 
drawing  water,  while  the  men  stood 
about  speaking  with  one  another. 
Without  warning  he  burst  forth  from 
high  canes  growing  close  to  the  village 
well,  and  his  form  loomed  black  against 
a  red  sky.  Azeema  and  her  son  were 
trampled;  likewise  he  caught  Shurfun, 
tearing  off  her  head.  I  sat  in  a  neem 
tree  and  saw  him  rage  this  way  and 
that.  Also  I  observed  that  he  did  not 
leave  wounded  persons,  as  had  been 
done  with  Goordut  when  his  legs  were 
broken,  but  rent  and  crushed  them  until 
they  were  dead.  In  this  way  time  was 
occupied,    so   that  many    escaped  who 


ROGUE    ELEPHANTS. 


163 


would  have  been  killed  if  a  delight  in 
murder  had  not  misled  him. 

Truly,  it  is  not  good,  being  powerless, 
to  behold  such  things,  for,  besides  those 
who  were  destroyed,  others  received  in- 
juries from  falling  houses  and  were 
burned  when  their  roofs  fell  in.  I  made 
supplications  and  vowed  offerings  if  I 
might  be  permitted  to  witness  his  death  ; 
but  it  was  not  time,  and  we  suffered 
much  under  this  curse.  At  last  Kum- 
meens  Sahib  arrived,  coming  suddenly, 
without  ostentation,  and,  having  made 
my  salaams,  he  appointed  me  his  chief 
shikari,  as  knowing  this  country.  He 
was  a  slayer  of  beasts,  very  big  and 
red,  and  of  a  stern  countenance. 

"What  has  been  done?"  he  roared, 
when  the  people  had  assembled  to  do 
him  honor.  "  Have  you  dug  pitfalls  ; 
have  you  watched ;  has  one  village 
helped  another  ? "  At  this  they  re- 
mained silent,  and  he  looked  upon  these 
men  with  disdain,  as  having  expected 
nothing,  afterward  commanding  them, 
in  the  Ungrez  (English)  manner,  to  go 
to  the  devil,  and  ordering  that  none 
should  come  near  his  camp  except  they 
bore  intelligence,  or  their  punishment 
would  be  sure.  Moreover,  the  Sahib 
gave  instructions  while  regarding  me 
with  green  and  fiery  eyes.  He  said  that 
an  elephant  such  as  this  one  was  like  a 
man-eating  tiger,  and  must  be  pursued 
continually  ;  neither  thereafter  did  he 
give  us  any  rest,  nor  sought  repose  him- 
self, traveling  always,  wherever  there 
was  news.  A  i  Bhiigzvan  !  A  i  Narayun! 
Ai  Seeta-rain !  Between  Kummeens 
Behadur  and  the  elephant  our  souls 
were  disquieted,  and  the  livers  of  all 
turned  to  water,  for  that  we  were  spent 
with  toil.  His  demon  apprised  this  Son 
of  Satan  concerning  the  pursuit,  and  he 
did  not  permit  himself  to  be  seen.  Yet 
recompense  was  not  always  withheld, 
for  in  the  hour  of  destiny  we  came  to  a 
camp  of  Brinjarries  (gypsies)  that  had 
been  just  attacked,  but  no  harm  done, 
since  these  strayers  from  the  paths  of 
righteousness  are  very  wary.  Where- 
upon Kummeens  the  valiant  rejoiced, 
knowing  that,  being  enraged,  this  ac- 
cursed would  do  something  more  at  once ; 
and,  truly,  his  spoor  struck  off  towards 
the  next  village. 

There  was  rough  ground  betwixt  us 
and  that  place,  so  the  elephant  went 
round  it,  having  become  accustomed  to 
success  :  but  the  Sahib  mounted  a  taltoo 


(pony),  ordering  me  to  do  so  likewise, 
and  he  took  his  big  rifle,  giving  its 
twin  brother  into  my  hands.  Then  he 
departed,  riding  on  the  short  line  and 
stopping  for  nothing. 

The  people  saw  us  coming  down,  and 
because  we  were  alone  and  came  with 
haste  they  perceived  that  peril  was  at 
hand.  Therefore,  men  ran  in  from  their 
fields,  and  the  inhabitants  gathered 
themselves  together  to  offer  salutations. 
But  Kummeens  Sahib  listened  not,  nor 
took  notice  of  offerings.  With  a  voice 
like  a  great  wind  he  ordered  them  to  fly, 
which  they  did  with  alacrity,  many  tak- 
ing refuge  in  a  stone  tower. 

At  this  time  I  observed  that  the  Lord 
Kummeens  had  become  very  calm,  and 
when  people  prayed  for  him  on  the  tow- 
er, and  called  down  blessings  upon  his 
head,  he  commanded  them  to  be  silent 
without  vehemence,  for  this  was  a  man 
indeed,  one  who  knew  not  fear,  neither 
permitted  interference.  We  stood  in 
an  open  space  between  the  village  shrine 
and  their  gram  deota,  nor  did  it  seem 
long  before  the  elephant  came.  His 
pace  was  swift  after  coming  out  from 
behind  the  hills,  because  he  expected  to 
surprise  this  village  ;  but,  on  ascending 
the  slope,  and  seeing  nothing  of  what 
he  had  been  accustomed  to  behold — no 
terror-stricken,  helpless  crowd  uttering 
shrieks  and  lamentations — I  think  that 
this  astonished  him,  for  he  pulled  up 
and  advanced  slowly.  The  light  of 
battle  shone  on  my  Lord's  face,  yet  he 
moved  not,  standing  with  his  gun 
poised,  and  I  beside  him  holding  the 
second  one,  useless  if  the  first  had  failed. 

Elephants  do  not  see  well,  and  this, 
being  confused,  cast  his  eyes  about 
quickly,  without  at  once  perceiving  us. 
Soon,  however,  he  looked  more  atten- 
tively, and  then  a  change  came  over 
him.  His  ears  cocked,  his  trunk 
stretched  itself  out,  his  body  swelled 
with  rage.  By  your  soul.  Sahib,  it  was 
frightful  to  see  how  he  from  whom  all 
had  fled  resented  being  met.  But  Kum- 
meens Behadur  stirred  no  more  than 
the  peaks  of  Kylas.  He  waited  while 
the  elephant  charged  screaming  down, 
until  his  upraised  trunk  dropped  in 
anticipation  of  seizing  us.  Then, 
when  the  forehead  lay  uncovered,  he 
fired  ;  and  as  this  beast  fell  dead  both 
tusks  were  broken  off,  which  is  some- 
thing I  have  not  seen  again,  though  it 
is  common  to  break  one. 


J    :\  M^»>"^♦\*)^^ 


Painted  for  Outing  by  J.  F.  Kaufman. 


SEDLEY,'   SHE  SAID,   GENTLY."    (A  /75O 


UmK    FHOTOOIRAFlHlc 


BY  LOUISE   D.    MITCHELL. 


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'ELL,  what  do  you  think  of  it, 
Rufus,  old  man  ?  You've 
stared  at  it  in  either  rapt- 
ure or  dismay  (I  cannot  tell 
which)  for  at  least  three  whole  minutes 
by  the  clock." 

Rufus  Thatcher  smiled.  "  It  is  neither 
rapture  nor  dismay,"  he  said,  tapping 
lightly  upon  the  back  of  the  photograph 
with  his  nails  as  he  spoke,  "  but  it's  a 
face  that  appeals  rather  strongly  to  me, 
nevertheless.  The  eyes  look  straight  into 
one's  in  a  frank,  pleasing  way  that  is  far 
removed  from  boldness,  and  yet  with 
an  expression  of  pride  in  their  depths 
that  might  suggest  defiance — a  defiance 
more  the  outcome  of  independence  of 
character,  yet  that  is  not  at  all 
aggressive,  for  the  face  is  too  refined 
and  sensitive  for  that." 

"  Well,  you  are  right  so  far,"  said 
Sedley  Smith  approvingly,  as  he  re- 
moved his  feet  from  the  back  of  the 
chair  in  front  of  him  to  lean  over  and 
knock  the  ashes  from  his  cigar  into  the 
grate.     "  Go  on.     What  next  ?  " 

"  I  like  the  way  in  which  the  hair 
grows  on  the  temples  with  a  tendency  to 
curl  in  soft,  shadowy  rings,  like  wreaths 
of  smoke,  as  though  the  curls  existed 
more  in  the  imagination  than  in  fact." 

"  Poetic,"  interrupted  vSmith  in  a  tone 
of  amusement.  "To  think  that  a  color- 
less photograph  should  have  the  power 
to  work  so  upon  the  imagination  of  a 
traveled  man  !  What  will  it  be  when 
the  original  bursts  upon  his  view  !  But 
go  on,  go  '  several  ons,'  as  our  friend  Wil- 
son has  it." 

"  Don't  interrupt  me,  then,"  said 
Thatcher,  good-naturedly;  "you  break 
the  spell.  Pshaw !  You've  done  so 
already;  I  can't  go  on.  .But,  by  the  way, 
when  am  I  to  have  the  promised  intro- 
duction to  her  ?  I'm  going  to  hold  you 
to  your  word,  you  see,  for  since  I've 
seen  the  photograph  I'm  more  interested 
than  ever  in  the  original.  I  say,  how  did 
the  photograph  come  into  your  posses- 
sion ?  Do  you  know  her  so  intimately  ?  " 

"  Should  say  so,"  with  elaborate  un- 
concern. "  I've  been  a  sort  of  great- 
grandf ather-in-law  and  family  counselor 
to  her  for  years.     I  knew  her  husband." 

"  You  don't  say.  Strange  I  haven't 
heard  of  her  before,  then." 


"  Not  at  all.  If  you  choose  to  go  trav- 
eling about  in  heathen  lands,  neglect- 
ing friends  and  country,  you  can't  ex- 
pect to  keep  up  with  my  interests." 

"  That  is  true  enough,  especially  what 
you  say  about  my  neglecting  my  friends; 
but  I'm  going  to  turn  over  a  new  leaf 
now,  wSedley,  my  boy,  and  to  begin  with 
I'm  going  to  point  out  an  error  I  have 
noticed  in  your  demeanor  this  evening. 
Now,  far  be  it  from  me  to  suspect  that 
there  is  anything  in  your  strictly  platonic 
friendship  with  this  Mrs.  Masters  other 
than  the  cool,  ordinary  interest  of  a  well- 
disposed  friend  ;  but  you  see,  Sed,  a  low, 
mean,  suspicious-minded  person  might 
be  so  vulgarly  acute  as  to  believe  that 
the  elaborate  carelessness  with  which 
you  mention  her  is  a  mere  cloak  to  dis- 
guise your  really  deep  devotion  to  her. 
Do  you  follow  me  ?  " 

Smith's  feet  came  down  to  the  floor 
with  a  bang.  The  twinkle  in  the  deep- 
set  eyes  of  his  friend  was  unmistakable. 

"  Come  now,  Rufe,"  he  said  in  a  tone 
of  amused  impatience,  "  if  you  want  to 
ask  me,  out  and  out,  whether  the  field  is 
open  to  you,  why  not  come  out  like  a 
man  and  do  so  ?  I've  no  use  for  hinting," 

Thatcher  flung  back  his  head  and 
laughed  outright.  He  was  an  inveterate, 
though  not  an  ill-natured  tease,  and  Sed- 
ley Smith,  with  his  serious  character, 
had  always  been  an  irresistible  target 
for  his  fun.  The  face  of  his  victim  at 
the  moment,  full  of  the  guilt  of  color  and 
confusion  and  decided  annoyance,  was  a 
pure  and  unalloyed  delight  to  him. 

"  If  ever  I  saw  a  clearer  case  of  dodg- 
ing the  question,"  he  said,  and  then 
laughed  again.  But  Smith  was  getting 
mad.  He  sat  up  straight  and  pulled 
down  his  vest,  rather  sharply. 

"Well,  hang  it  all,  then,"  he  said,  "if 
you  must  know,  it  was  a  disguise." 

"  So  it  is  a  case,  after  all.  Lord,  Lord, 
another  good  man  gone  to  the  dogs  !  " 

"  Dogs  or  no  dogs,  you  don't  want  to 
come  poaching  on  my  preserves,  young 
fellow  ;  make  up  your  mind  to  that." 

"  Never  had  such  a  base  idea  in  my 
head — till  you  put  it  there.  But  this 
warning  you  give  me  leads  me  to  sus- 
pect that  you  are  not  so  sure  of  the  lady 
as  you  are  of  yourself,  else  you'd  not 
fear  a  rival.     Am  I  right  ?  " 


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'^  Dead  right,"  with  a  gloomy  empha- 
sis. 

"  Oh,  well,  never  mind,  old  man  ;  she 
can't  hold  out  against  you  for  very  long, 
so  I  won't  take  your  death- bed  testimony 
as  yet.     Tell  me  something  about  her." 

"  I  can  hardly  do  that.  You  will  have 
to  see  her  to  appreciate  her.  I'm  too 
poor  at  descriptions  to  attempt  to  give 
you  even  an  outline  of  her  character." 

"  Never  mind  ;  the  photograph  has 
done  that  already.  IVe  an  idea  I  shall 
like  her  if  that  photograph  is   faithful." 

"  It  doesn't  do  her  justice." 

"  Of  course  not,"  with  a  covert  smile, 
but  which  was  quickly  suppressed  as 
Smith,  struck  with  an  idea,  jumped  up 
and  pulled  out  his  watch. 

"  We  might  call  to-night,  if  you  say 
so,"  he  said,  "  for  it  is  still  early  and 
she's  a  regular  owl." 

"  The  very  thing.  How  long  will  it 
take  you  to  get  into  your  clothes  ? " 

"  About  ten  minutes." 

"Good.  Then  hustle,  for  I'd  like  to 
meet  her  with  this  impression  still  upon 
me,"  and  he  took  up  the  photograph 
again  and  regarded  it  attentively  as  his 
friend  darted  from  the  room.  "  A 
charming,  womanly  face,"  he  said  to 
himself  as  he  studied  each  feature  care- 
fully. "  I  wonder  what  you  will  think  of 
me,  young  lady,  and  whether  you  will 
make  a  gigantic  effort  to  like  me  for 
Sed's  sake  ?  Well,  it  won't  be  my  fault 
if  you  look  upon  me  as  unworthy  of  that 
effort  upon  your  part,  for,  for  his  sake 
I'm  in  duty  bound  to  at  least  attempt  to 
make  myself  irresistible  to  you  ;  so  you 
see,  oh,  fair  unknown,  something  has 
^of  to  give  way.  Dear  old  vSed !  I 
don't  believe  that  he  has  changed  a 
bit.  The  same  old  stew  and  broil,  just 
the  same,"  and  flinging  the  photograph 
upon  the  table  he  sat  back  thinking 
with  dreamy  pleasure  of  the  days  of 
long  ago  when  they  were  boys  together, 
and,  later,  fellow  students  at  college. 

Meanwhile,  Smith  was  in  his  room 
having  a  plain  talk  wdth  himself  as  he 
wrestled  with  the  buttonhole  of  his  col- 
lar. "  Well,  I'm  in  for  it  now,  anyway," 
he  said,  for  I  can  see  with  half  an  eye 
that  he's  interested  in  her  already.  But 
he  may  be  as  interested  in  her  as  he 
likes  if  s/ie  remains  neutral;  otherwise — 
pshaw,  why  am  I  such  a  fool  as  to  be 
full  of  these  misgivings  ?  I  believe  it's 
just  as  he  said ;  it's  because  I'm  not 
.sure  of  her  that  I  fear.     I've    only  my 


insane  conceit  to  thank  for  what  comes 
of  this  meeting,  but  it's  too  late  to  back 
out  now.  Yet,  good  heavens,  surely  all 
these  years  of  my  devotion  to  her  and 
her  interests  would  count  as  something 
in  my  favor  with  her  if  matters  were 
ever  to  come  to  such  a  pass  that  she  was 
forced  to  choose  between  us  !  As  for 
Thatcher — well,  even  now,  God  knows, 
I'd  stake  my  life  upon  his  honor  !  " 

Thatcher  was  just  finishing  a  short 
story  as  Smith  re-entered  the  room,  but 
he  looked  up  at  once. 

"  Hold  up  for  a  second  until  I  see 
how  this  ends,"  he  said,  leaning  forward 
again,  his  elbows  on  his  knees  and  the 
magazine  held  out  before  him." 

"  Go  ahead,  then;  we've  plenty  of  time, 
and  I'll  finish  this  cigarette  while  you 
do  so."  Smith  leaned  one  arm  upon 
the  mantel  as  he  spoke  and  looked  down 
upon  his  friend,  who  was  once  more  ab- 
sorbed in  his  reading.  The  light  fell 
full  upon  his  face  as  he  sat  there,  and 
for  the  first  time  since  Thatcher's  re- 
turn Smith  studied  him  attentively. 

It  was  a  fine,  intellectual  face,  bronzed 
from  the  sun  of  many  climates.  The 
eyebrows,  dark,  straight  and  heavily 
marked,  gave  an  expression  of  stern- 
ness to  the  face  which  the  humorous 
lines  at  the  corners  of  the  mouth  con- 
tradicted. The  eyes  were  black,  spark- 
ling and  strangely  alluring,  with  that 
mixture  of  tragedy  and  comedy  in  their 
depths.  The  thick,  dark  hair  of  un- 
fashionable length,  fell  over  the  fore- 
head in  equally  unfashionable  confusion, 
giving  him  a  sort  of  bandit  appearance 
that  was  decidedly  foreign,  but  was  also 
decidedly  becoming.  Altogether,  it  was 
a  face  with  character  written  in  every 
line,  and  in  the  carriage  of  the  head 
there  was  expressed  the  fine,  high  pride 
of  a  generous  and  manly  spirit. 

Something  of  this  very  conclusion 
stole  into  the  mind  of  Smith  as  he  con- 
tinued to  regard  him,  and  almost  un- 
consciously he  began  to  picture  to  him- 
self the  impression  his  friend  would 
make  upon  the  woman  whom  he  loved. 

Long  familiarity  with  her  tastes  and 
ideals  gave  him  the  power  to  look  upon 
Thatcher  with  her  eyes,  and  a  chill  fore- 
boding of  personal  defeat  contracted 
his  heart  as  he  realized  what  that  im- 
pression would  most  certainly  be.  In 
his  absorption  his  cigarette  dropped  un- 
heeded from  his  fingers,  and  as  it  did 
so,  Thatcher  looked  up  with    a   quick, 


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mischievous  g^lance  of  interrogation  that 
was  too  sudden  in  its  action  for  Smith 
to  recover  himself. 

Thatcher  tossed  the  magazine  upon 
the  table  and  arose.  Although  he  gave 
no  sign  of  it,  he  was  puzzled,  even  start- 
led, by  the  strange  expression  he  had 
surprised  upon  the  face  of  his  friend, 
and  involuntarily  he  began  to  wonder 
whether  Sedley  was,  or  was  not,  the 
same  old  fellow  as  of  yore.  He  had  a 
vague,  uneasy  feeling  that  there  might 
be  a  change  that  was  not  pleasant. 

"  Well,  what  do  you  think  of  me  ? " 
he  said,  finally,  with  a  sort  of  bold, 
amused  lightness  that  successfully  dis- 
pelled what  might  have  been  an  exceed- 
ingly awkward  moment.  "  Am  I  an  im- 
provement upon  the  Ruflis  Thatcher 
of  ten  years  ago  or  not,  think  you  ? " 

"  I'm  not  prepared  to  say,"  Smith  re- 
plied, with  a  laugh  that  jarred  upon  the 
sensitive  ear  of  his  companion.  "  I  am 
too  old  and  foxy  to  be  taken  in  by  a  fair 
exterior,  so  I  shall  reserve  my  opinion 
for  a  later  date.  Meanwhile,  shall  we 
start  ? " 

"  Well  covered,"  thought  Thatcher,  as 
they  turned  to  go  out  into  the  night, 
"but  something  has  gone  wrong  with 
you  since  you  went  up  to  dress.  I  won- 
der what  it  is?"  Aloud  he  said:  "All 
of  which  goes  to  prove  that  you  do 
find  me  changed.  I'm  sincerely  sorry  to 
give  you  that  impression,  Sed,  for  at 
heart  I  am  quite  the  same,  I  assure  you." 

"Why,  of  course  ;  I  do  not  doubt  that 
for  a  moment,"  Smith  said  hastily  as  he 
laid  his  hand  with  an  extravagant  show 
of  affection  upon  the  arm  of  his  com- 
panion for  an  instant.  Thatcher  was 
amazed  at  the  instinct  he  felt  to  shake 
that  touch  off.  "  But  what  a  couple  of 
confounded  idiots  we  are  to  become 
serious  over  the  matter,"  Smith  con- 
tinued after  a  slight  pause.  "  I  admit," 
cooll}^  "  that  I  was  studying  your  face, 
but  that  was  perfectly  natural  after 
years  of  absence  ;  one  naturally  looks 
for  and  expects  changes." 

"And  finds  them,"  Thatcher  said 
slowly,  with  a  touch  of  proud  sadness  in 
his  voice.  He  was  making  discoveries 
that  were  full  of  bitterness  to  him.  He 
was  singularly  alone  in  the  world,  and 
he  had  looked  forward  to  the  renewing 
of  this  old  friendship  with  the  keenest 
enjoyment. 

Smith  shrugged  his  shoulders.  "  Oh, 
well,"  he  said,  carelessly,  "  I've  had  con- 


siderable sentiment  knocked  out  of  me 
in  these  past  few  years." 

"That's  odd,"  was  Thatcher's  reply,, 
"  for  from  your  conversation  of  the  early 
part  of  this  evening  I  was  led  to  believe 
that  j/ou  had  had  considerable  sentiment 
knocked  znU  you.  At  any  rate,  you 
haven't  followed  the  advice  given  tO' 
Sam  Weller,  or,  I  take  it,  she  is  not  one 
of  the  designing  kind  ?  " 

"  I  don't  know,"  slowly ;  then,  sud- 
denly smiling  to  himself  in  the  darkness 
at  the  cleverness  of  the  ruse  that  had 
come  into  his  head,  he  added :  "  Per- 
haps I  ought  to  warn  you  that  she  is  a 
designing  woman.  It's  no  more  than 
fair  to  you  to  do  so." 

"Thank  you."  There  was  a  pause, 
during  which  Thatcher's  lip  had  curled 
in  scorn  at  vSmitli's  want  of  loyalty  to  the 
woman  he  professed  to  love.  "  I  am 
sorry  to  hear  this  of  Mrs.  Masters,"  he 
added,  gravely.  "  I  should  not  have 
suspected  it  from  her  photograph."  ■ 

'•  No,  I  thought  not  ;  that  is  why  I 
felt  it  to  be  my  duty  to  warn  you." 

"You  are  more  than  good.  Is  this 
the  house  ? " 

"Yes,  '49,'  and  we  are  in  luck,  for  I 
believe  she  is  at  home." 

And  so  it  proved.  A  slender  figure, 
with  its  hands  clasped  loosely  before  it, 
and  the  firelight  dancing  over  the  pale 
gray  gown  and  thoughtful  face,  was 
standing  on  the  rug  by  the  fireplace  as 
the  two  men  entered  ;  and  when  she 
turned  and  saw  who  it  was  a  grave 
smile  of  pleasure  lit  up  her  face  for  a 
moment,  and  she  went  forward  to  meet 
them  with  outstretched  hand. 

"I  like  her,"  was  Thatcher's  com- 
ment upon  her  as  the  evening  wore 
away,  and  he  watched  her  narrowly 
under  cover  of  the  general  conversa- 
tion. "  She's  as  true  as  steel  —  likes 
very  few  people,  but  would  die  for  one 
whom  she  did  care  for.  Happy  Sedley. 
'  To  him  that  hath  shall  be  given,'  it  is 
said,  and  he  must  be  one  of  those  who 
'  hath.'  Well,  I'll  not  envy  him  if  I  can 
help  it,  but  I'll  be  hanged  if  I  don't  wish 
that  I'd  been  the  first  to  meet  her  and 
had  prior  rights,  for  she  certainly  seems 
to  fill  a  long-felt  want  in  my  life,  though 
how  or  why  I'm  at  a  loss  to  understand," 
and  he  looked  over  at  Mrs.  Masters  with 
renewed  curiosity. 

She  was  seated  in  a  low  chair  oppo- 
site them,  with  her  profile  to  the  fire 
and  her  cheek  supported  lightly  upon 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


one  hand.  She  was  not  by  any  means 
a  beauty.  Her  bright  brown  hair,  with 
dashes  of  red  in  it,  was  dressed  loosely 
and  was  brushed  straight  back  from  a 
very  white  forehead,  blue-veined  at  the 
temples,  where  the  "  soft,  shadowy  rings 
like  wreaths  of  smoke  "  curled  in  deli- 
cate outlines. 

Her  gray-blue  eyes  were  her  great, 
and,  to  the  casual  observer,  only  beauty, 
but  to  one  who  knew  her  there  was  a 
charm  in  the  face  of  Eleanore  Mas- 
ters few  women  possess.  Something 
subtle,  mysterious,  and  baffling,  yet  al- 
together fascinating.  She  was  not  an 
animated  talker,  but  talked  well,  though 
quietly  and  devoid  of  effort.  Her  re- 
poseful attitude  as  she  sat  in  her  chair, 
and  the  entire  lack  of  animation  in  her 
face,  would  have  given  one  the  im- 
pression of  coldness,  had  it  not  been  for 
those  wonderful  eyes  of  hers. 

She  had  an  odd  and  charming  fashion 
of  looking  one  suddenly  and  sweetly  in 
the  face  when  talking,  and  a  light  and 
warmth  seemed  to  well  up  in  her  eyes 
and  absorb  and  draw  into  their  depth 
the  unsuspecting  gaze  of  her  listener. 
To  do  her  justice,  she  was  far  from 
realizing  the  power  of  this  thrilling 
glance  of  hers,  and  had  often  wondered 
at  the  change  her  gaze  wrought  in  a  face 
opposite  hers.  To  see  its  expression 
soften  and  the  eyes  grow  humid  with 
feeling  was  an  ever-new  surprise  to 
her,  and  the  same  feeling  of  surprise 
came  over  her  as  she  caught  that  look 
on  the  face  of  Sedley's  friend. 

Although  apparently  so  apathetic,  she 
was  really  exerting  herself  to  be  inter- 
esting to  him,  for  the  sake  of  Sedley 
himself;  and  despite  the  fact  that  he  was 
fully  aware  of  this.  Smith  sat  there 
throughout  the  evening  eating  his  heart 
in  jealousy  and  bitterness,  for  he  could 
not  hide  from  himself  the  truth  that  she 
liked  Thatcher  for  his  own  sake,  also. 
And  when,  at  parting,  the  young  man 
asked  if  he  might  call  again,  she  an- 
swered, almost  with  warmth,  that  she 
would  be  very  happy  to  see  him  if  he 
cared  to  come.  If  he  cared  !  The  next 
step,  then,  was  to  discover  Thatcher's 
feelings  toward  her. 

They  had  lighted  their  cigars  and 
were  a  considerable  distance  from  the 
house  before  either  uttered  a  word. 

"  Well  ?  "  said  Thatcher,  after  a  pause, 
feeling  instinctively  what  was  coming  ; 
then,  with  a  mischievous  desire  to  ward 


him  off,  he  added,  gravely,  "  This  is  a 
fine  night,  Sedley." 

"Yes." 

"  The  papers  spoke  about  a  shower 
to-night,  but  it  doesn't  look  much  like 
it,  does  it  ? " 

"  No."  Sedley  was  chewing  the  end 
of  his  cigar  nervously. 

"  I  think,  though,  that  it  may  rain  to- 
morrow and  be  very  chilly.  These  cold 
autumn  nights  are  always  kicking  up 
some  kind  of  a  row  with  the  weather. 
I  don't  like  cold  weather,  and  I  dread 
winter." 

"  Do  you  ?  " 

"Yes,  living  so  long  abroad  has  spoiled 
me  for  American  winters."  A  large 
smile  of  satisfaction  was  overspreading 
his  face  at  the  signs  of  ill-concealed  im- 
patience on  the  part  of  his  companion, 
and  he  could  not  resist  adding,  with 
affected  concern,  "  You  feel  the  cold,  at 
times,  don't  you,  Sed  ?  " 

"  No,  I  suffer  more  from  the  warm 
weather  we  have  here,"  Smith  replied 
in  a  carefully  controlled  voice  that  did 
not  escape  the  hearing  of  his  com- 
panion ;  neither  did  the  emphasis  with 
which  the  half-smoked  cigar  was  flung 
out  into  the  gutter  escape  his  notice. 
However,  he  asked  in  a  voice  of  inno- 
cent interest : 

"  Do  you  ever  get  boiling  hot,  Sed  ? " 

"  Damn  it — no,"  Smith  broke  out  in 
a  tone  that  gave  the  lie  to  his  words. 
"  What  in  heaven's  name  does  it  matter 
to  you  what  my  temperature  is,  I'd  like 
to  know  ? " 

"  Why,  I  beg  your  pardon,"  Thatcher 
said,  hastily,  as  though  suddenly  recalled 
to  himself.  "  I  did  not  realize  that  you 
were  sensitive  about  your  temperature, 
or  I  would  not  have  mentioned  it.  I've 
been  so  long  out  of  it  that  I've  forgotten 
your  ways,  but  I  really  do  ask  your  par- 
don for  my  stupidity." 

Smith  said  "  Certainly  "  in  a  freezing 
tone,  and  then  they  relapsed  into  silence. 
Thinking  he  had  had  fun  enough  out  of 
him  for  one  night,  Thatcher  decided  to 
give  him  another  opening  to  get  at  what 
he  wanted  to  know,  so  he  drew  his  coat 
collar  up  about  his  throat  and  made  a 
good  attempt  at  shivering. 

"  Wood  fires  are  the  best  thing  in  the 
world  in  their  own  way,"  he  began,  still 
shivering,  "  but  they  make  one  terribly 
soft  to  face  the  chill  of  a  night  like  this. 
Awfully  pretty  that  one  looked  in  Mrs. 
Masters'    room,    though,    and   it  threw 


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such  becoming-  shadows  over  that  gray- 
gown  of  hers  and  over  her  face." 

"  Yes,   you   are   right  ;  it  did."     The 
change  in  vSmith's  voice  was  interesting, 


Thatcher  still  nibbled  at  the  bait. 
"  Think  of  her  ?  "  he  repeated,  lightly. 
"  Why,  Sed,  my  dear  boy,  I  am  going  to 
take  the  precaution  at  the  outset  of  not 


(h' 


0^f^''^Ct^<A^Gi.^CiA-'i^i^. 


^**"S!«^ 


IF   I    WOULD    CARE  !  "      {p.   IJI-) 


as  was  also  the  effort  at  indifference 
with  which  he  added  :  "By  the  way, 
old  man,  now  that  you  mention  her,  that 
reminds  me  to  ask  you  what  you  thought 
of  her  ? " 


thinking  of  her  at  all,  for  one  of  the 
first  things  I  learned  during  my  travels 
abroad  was  that  when  widows  are  young, 
charming,  and  designing,  the  only  safe 
course  for  a  man  of  sense  and  character 


170 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


to  pursue  is  one  that  heads  due  north 
away  from  danger." 

"  You  admire  her,  then  ?  " 

"God  forbid." 

"  You  do,  all  the  same.  I  thought 
you  would.  If  you  only  knew  her  as  I 
know  her " 

"  God  forbid." 

"  For  my  own  peace  of  mind,  I,  too, 
say  '  God  forbid,'  but  for  yours " 

"My  prayer  still  holds  good." 

"  Confound  you,  Rufus,  you  do  like 
her,  I  say  !  " 

"  Sir,"  with  mock  sternness,  "do  5^ou 
mean  me  to  understand  that  you  insist 
upon  iny  liking  this  lad}^ .?  " 

"Well,  I  know  that  you  do,  so  what's 
the  use  of  bluffing  me  off  in  this  way. 
You  can't  help  liking  her;"  then,  gloom- 
ily, "no  man  can." 

"  Very  well,  since  you  insist  upon  it, 
and  only  because  you  do  insist  upon  it, 
I  do  like  her.  The  consequence  be  upon 
your  own  head." 

"  That  sounds  like  a  threat,"  angrily  ; 
"  is  it  a  declaration  of  war  ?  " 

"  No  ;  of  love.  But  if  it  comes  to  a 
question  of  war,  Sed,  you  can  choose 
your  own  weapons." 

"  Your  tone  indicates  that  you  feel 
sanguine  of  the  result  if  I  do." 

"  On  the  contrary  ;  I  only  wish  that  I 
could  intimidate  you  at  the  outset  by 
saying,  in  a  tone  of  magnificent  coolness, 
that  I  had  'killed  my  man,'  but,  fortu- 
nately for  him,  I  have  yet  to  do  it." 

"  Then,"  lightly,  but  with  an  underly- 
ing strain  of  earnestness  that  did  not 
escape  his  companion,  "  if  I  am  forced 
to  conclude  later  on  that  it  lias  come  to 
a  question  of  war,  we  are  to  understand 
that  we  are  openly  rivals  in  this  af- 
fair?" 

"  You  jealous  fool  !  "  thought  Thatch- 
er, in  disgust,  and  his  voice  held  a  fine 
sarcasm  as  he  said  :  "  To  be  sure  ;  but  I 
hope  that,  in  selecting  weapons  for  the 
duel,  some  happy  chance  may  suggest 
to  you  to  choose  bootjacks." 

A  second  later  his  finer  nature  came 
to  the  top,  and  he  added,  in  a  friendly 
tone  :  "  You  take  me  too  seriously,  Sed- 
ley.  I  am  not  the  man  to  become  the 
victim  of  love  at  first  sight,  and  you 
know  it.  Mrs.  Masters  is  a  charming 
woman  and  what  is  known  in  England 
under  the  title  of  a  thorough  gentle- 
woman, and  I  thank  you  heartily  for  hav- 
ing generously  given  me  the  pleasure  of 
her  acquaintance  ;  but  as  for  the  tender 


passion,"  he  paused  and  smiled  at  the 
thought,  "why,  I  will  promise  to  warn 
you  when  I  feel  the  attack  coming  on. 
Meanwhile,  we  part  here.  I'll  see  you 
some  time  on  Friday.     Good  night." 

"  Good  night,"  and  with  his  heart 
burning  with  jealousy,  hatred  and  all 
uncharitableness,  Smith  walked  rapidly 
away. 

Notwithstanding  all  this  and  the 
contrary  elements  that  went  to  inake 
up  these  different  characters,  the  three 
spent  many  pleasant  hours  together 
in  Eleanore  Masters'  delightful  little 
drawing-room.  In  the  weeks  that  fol- 
lowed his  introduction  to  her,  Rufus 
Thatcher's  "  coming  again  "  had  length- 
ened into  many  calls,  during  which  he 
had  often  had  the  pleasure  of  seeing  her 
alone,  but  more  often  in  the  presence  of 
Smith — Smith,  poor  fellow,  preferring 
rather  to  endure  the  pain  of  watching 
her  slip  away  from  him,  as  he  imagined, 
than  to  suffer  the  greater  agony  of  re- 
maining away  and  imagining  all  sorts 
of  crazy  possibilities  in  his  absence. 

In  a  deadly,  sullen  obstinacy  he  was 
secretly  fighting  every  inch  of  ground 
that  Thatcher  gained  with  her,  and  the 
poison  of  his  carefully  hidden  bitterness 
was  already  beginning  to  affect  his 
friendship  with  the  young  man.  All 
unconscious  of  this  and  loyal  to  the 
backbone,  Thatcher  kept  an  inflexible 
guard  over  his  feelings  toward  Eleanore 
Masters,  and  never,  by  word  or  look, 
showed  anything  but  the  friendly  inter- 
est in  her  he  was  supposed  to  entertain. 
Besides  all  this,  he  could  not  forget 
the  warning  he  had  received  as  to  her 
designing  qualities,  and  anything  of 
so  despicable  a  nature  was  obnoxious  to 
his  high  ideal  of  woman,  although,  try 
as  he  would,  he  could  not,  when  with 
her,  reconcile  such  weakness  to  the 
purity  and  strength  of  her  character  as 
he  knew  it. 

It  was  not  until  months  after — not 
until  the  foolish,  mean  ruse,  based  upon 
a  mere  bad  pun,  had  done  all  the  harm 
that  it  could,  and  when  he  had  accident- 
ally discovered  that  the  proud  and  sen- 
sitive woman  supported  herself  by  her 
skill  in  designing  patterns  in  silk — that 
he  realized  how  cruelly,  if  ignorantly, 
he  had  misjudged  her,  and  how  well  he 
had  been  duped  by  the  man  whom  he 
had  thought  to  be  his  friend. 

It  has  been  said  that  Thatcher  kept  a 
strict  guard  over  his  sentiments  toward 


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Eleanore  Masters,  and  this  was  so,  but 
long  ago  he  had  learned  that  he  loved 
her  with  what  was  the  first,  and  would 
be  the  only,  love  of  his  life.  He  had 
perhaps  never  realized  how  very  strong 
that  love  of  his  was  until  one  night  after 
he  had  left  her  at  at  early  hour. 

He  had  found  her  alone,  and,  instead 
of  falling  into  their  usual  light  con- 
versation, both  had  seemed  strangely 
silent.  In  his  inmost  soul  he  felt  this 
silence  to  be  dangerous,  but  it  was 
temptingly  sweet  to  drift  upon  the  tide 
of  his  love  just  then,  and  Sedley  was  not 
present.  He  dared  not  look  at  her,  but 
sat  in  his  favorite  attitude,  leaning 
forward,  his  elbows  on  his  knees  and 
staring  into  the  fire.  She  leaned  back 
in  her  chair,  and  she,  too,  was  gazing 
into  the  flames;  but  what  thoughts  were 
running  through  her  mind  ?  Who 
knows  ?  He  felt,  rather  than  saw,  the 
dreamy  look  on  her  mystical  face  and 
the  veiled  beauty  of  her  eyes,  and 
through  some  subtle  reasoning  he  was 
perfectly  aware  that  if  he  were  to  turn 
and  look  at  her  just  then  he  would 
surprise  upon  her  face  an  expression  no 
one  had  ever  seen  there  before.  But 
Rufus  Thatcher  was  a  strong  man. 
With  his  will  set  like  steel,  he  rose  and 
moved  leisurely  across  the  room. 

A  photograph  of  hers  lay  face  down- 
ward upon  the  table  among  soine  books 
and  papers.  It  was  one  of  the  same 
style  that  vSmith  possessed. 

"  May  I  have  this  photograph,  Mrs. 
Masters  ?  "  he  asked,  in  an  easy  tone. 

She  turned  her  head  slowly.  "  Why, 
yes,  if  you  would  care  to  have  it,"  she 
said,  quietly,  but  his  heart  leaped  up  at 
the  evident  effort  she  was  making  to 
speak  in  an  ordinary  tone.  He  looked 
at  her  once,  but  her  eyes  had  returned  to 
the  fire.  Whatever  the  charm  was  that 
bound  men  to  her  for  weal  or  woe, 
Rufus  Thatcher  felt  it  at  that  moment 
most  enthrallingly. 

"  If  I  would  care  !  "  he  said  in  a  low 
passionate  tone  of  surprise.  "  Do  you  not 

know  that "  he  paused,  suddenly,  and 

his  hand  closed  convulsively  upon  the 
photograph  ;  then  he  laughed  natu- 
rally, and,  she  thought,  indifferently; 
"  but,  of  course,"  he  added,  lightly,  "you 
only  wanted  to  make  me  tell  you  how 
much  I  did  want  it,  did  you  not  ?  " 

"  I  had  not  thought  of  that,"  she  said 
in  her  cold  voice,  "  but  probably  you  are 
correct.     Are  you  going  ? " 


"  Yes,  I  think  you  are  too  tired  to  be 
bothered  with  me  to-night." 

"  You  are  most  kind  and  thoughtful. 
Good  night."  She  had  not  moved  from 
her  impassive  attitude  and  he  sat  a 
moment  where  he  was,  looking  at  her. 
He  should  have  been  too  accustomed  to 
her  peculiarities  by  this  time  to  have 
been  affected  by  her  indifference,  but  a 
cold  breath  of  impending  trouble  or 
disaster  blew  over  his  heart  with  the 
chill  of  death,  and  he  called  out  faintly, 
involuntarily,    it   seemed,  "  Eleanore  !  " 

Yet  even  then  she  did  not  stir,  and 
without  another  word  he  left. 

An  hour  later  he  was  sitting  in  his 
room,  her  photograph  still  in  his  hand. 
The  spell  of  her  presence  was  gone,  but 
love  was  still  glowing  in  his  heart. 

"  Dear,"  he  said,  tenderly,  to  the  pict- 
ured face,  "  it  is  nothing  to  you,  of 
course,  but  I'd  give  ten  years  of  my 
life  just  to  tell  you  that  I  love  you.  Just 
to  say  those  three  little  words,  '  I  love 
you,'  and  then  I'd  go  away  and  wait  for 
Sedley  to  have  his  chance.  Poor  Sed  ! 
Poor  old  Sed  !  I  wish  to  Heaven  I 
knew  whether  you  cared  for  him,  dear, 
but  with  your  inscrutable  face  and  your 
calm,  gentle,  gracious  treatment  of  us 
both,  God  alone  knows  what  you  do 
think.  Designing,  treacherous  you  may 
be,  but  I'll  be  hanged  if  I  can  reconcile 
those    despicable    qualities  with    your 

sweet,  pure  self  and  this  dear  face  of 

Who  the  deuce  is  that  ?  Sedley  !  "  he 
exclaimed,  springing  to  his  feet  as  the 
knock  at  the  door  was  followed  by  the 
entrance  of  the  young  gentleman,  attired 
in  faultless  evening  dress.  "  Where  in 
thunder  did  you  come  from  ?  " 

"  Outside,"  was  the  laconic  answer  as 
the  young  man  laid  his  hat  and  stick 
down  and  took  the  only  easy  chair  the 
hotel  room  afforded,  which  Thatcher 
had  wheeled  forward  for  him.  "  How 
are  you  ? " 

"  His  tone  reminds  me  of  the  Irish 
woman  who  said,  '  Not  that  I  care  a 
domn,  but  it  will  do  to  start  the  conversa- 
tion,' "  thought  Thatcher,  who  saw  signs 
of  agitation  in  the  mien  of  his  guest  ; 
aloud,  he  responded  cheerily  :  "  Oh,  first 
rate,  thanks,  and  jolly  glad  to  see  you. 
Where  have  you  come  from  ?  " 

"  No.  49." 

"Oh,"  said  Thatcher,  and  inwardly 
remarked,  "  I  wonder  if  he  has  remem- 
bered to  bring  the  bootjacks  ?  "  There 
was   a  short  pause  after  this  and  both 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


men  stared  soberly  into  the  fire.  Tliere 
had  been  a  slight  coolness  between 
them  of  late,  and  Thatcher  was  specu- 
lating as  to  just  what  had  instigated 
this  call.  The  fact  of  the  moody  coun- 
tenance of  his  guest  and  the  informa- 
tion just  vouchsafed  made  him  suspect 
that  his  call  was  not  one  of  peace,  and 
he  braced  himself,  mentally,  for  an  en- 
counter. 

His  method  in  doing  so  was  peculiar, 
as  he  opened  the  attack  at  once  by  go- 
ing directly  to  the  point. 

"  Out  with  it,  Sed,"  he  said,  cheer- 
fully. "  What  is  troubling  you  ?  I'm  in 
fine  shape  to  act  as  a  father  confessor 
to-night,  so  go  ahead." 

Sedley's  haughty  expression  relaxed. 
"  I  don't  know  that  I  have  anything  to 
confess,  thank  5^ou,"  he  said,  quietly, 
and  then,  with  an  effort  he  could  not 
conceal,  he  added,  pointing  to  the  floor 
at  the  side  of  his  friend's  chair,  "  Where 
did  you  get  that  ?  " 

"  What  ? "  asked  Thatcher,  looking 
down  in  the  direction  indicated,  to  see — 
the  face  of  Eleanore  Masters  in  the 
photograph  which  he  had  dropped  in 
his  surprise  at  his  guest's  sudden  en- 
trance. The  really  comical  side  of  the 
situation  struck  his  keen  sense  of  the 
ridiculous  and  filled  him  with  an  almost 
uncontrollable  desire  to  roar  with  laugh- 
ter, but  it  did  not  require  a  very  acute 
instinct  to  see  that  the  air  was  more  full 
of  tragedy  than  comedy  at  the  moment, 
and  his  mirth  was  covered  under  a  pre- 
ternatural gravity  of  countenance  as  he 
sat  erect  again.  "  Oh,"  said  he,  with  a 
masterpiece  in  the  art  of  easy  indif- 
ference, "  I  got  this  from  Mrs.  Masters." 

"  Did  she  £-zve  it  to  you,  may  I  ask  ? " 

Thatcher  turned  the  photograph  slow- 
ly around  in  his  fingers.  He  was 
growing  restive  under  this  catechism, 
and  his  pride  was  bringing  a  hard  ex- 
pression to  his  dark  face.  Smith  saw 
the  change,  and  his  own  face  paled. 

"  Since  you  ask  me,"  Thatcher  said 
slowly,  after  a  distinct  pause,  in  which 
his  reluctance  to  comply  with  the  re- 
quest of  his  companion  had  had  ample 
time  to  sink  into  that  companion's  mind, 
"  I  will  say — yes." 

This  was  too  much  for  Sedley.  He 
arose  abruptly  and  paced  hurriedly  back 
and  forth  across  the  room  trying  vainly 
to  calm  himself.  Thatcher  watched  him 
with  an  expression  of  haughty,  court- 
eous toleration  that  would   have  mad- 


dened him  had  he  observed  it.  He 
paused,  finally,  trembling  with  agitation. 

"  If  you  would  let  me  understand 
what  position  you  mean  to  take  in  this 
affair,"  he  said,  in  a  voice  barely  under 
control,  "  I  would  be  greatly  indebted 
to  you." 

Thatcher,  no  longer  doubting  the 
trend  of  this  meeting,  arose,  her  photo- 
graph still  in  his  hand.  He  was  cool, 
grave  and  quiet,  but  his  eyes  shone. 
"  I  would  be  most  happy  to  comply  with 
your  request,"  he  said  calmly,  "  if,  in 
return,  you  would  do  me  the  honor  to 
explain  your  right  to  know  my  position 
in  '  this  affair,'  as  you  express  it." 

"  The  right  of  the  friendship  that  has 
existed  between  you  and  me  for " 

"  Pshaw,  Sedley.  Do  you  suppose  I 
am  such  an  ass  as  to  believe  in  the  ex- 
istence of  that  friendship  any  longer  ?  " 

Sedley's  eyes  glittered.  "  You  con- 
sider it  at  an  end,  then  ? "  he  asked. 

"  I  most  certainly  do.  I  need  hardly 
tell  you  that  I  saw  its  death  the  night 
we  parted  after  my  first  call  at  Mrs. 
Masters'  house.  We  are  not  boys,  Sed- 
ley, nor  is  this  a  boyish  quarrel,  so 
this  subject,  if  pursued,  cannot  be  dis- 
cussed upon  that  ground,  at  all  events. 
What  other,"  he  added,  sarcastically, 
"  would  you  care  to  base  it  upon  ? " 

"  Upon  my  love  for  her.  For  God's 
sake,  Thatcher,  what  do  your  atten- 
tions to  her  mean ;  can't  you  tell  me  ? 
Are  you  trying  to  win  her  from  me  ?  " 

An  odd  look  of  compassion  came  into 
Thatcher's  face,  and  his  grave,  steady 
gaze  seemed  to  calm  Sedley. 

"  Ten  years  ago,"  he  said,  in  a  low 
tone  of  rebuke,  "you  wouldn't  have 
had  to  ask  me  such  a  question.  Do  you 
think  that  travel  and  absence  from  home 
and  country  necessarily  tend  to  make  a 
cur  out  of  a  man,  Sedley  ? " 

"  I  beg  your  pardon,"  said  Sedley, 
hastily,  wretchedly  ;  "  I  did  not  mean 
that — I  couldx\.ot\i2i.vQ  meant  it.  I  scarce- 
ly know  what  I  am  saying  to-night,  for  I 
am  half  mad  with  suspense  and  despe- 
ration. I  do  not  understand  it,  but  of 
late  I  have  grown  to  love  her  wildly, 
madly,  if  you  will.  Things  were  so 
different  before  you  came,  and  she  was 
so  kind  and  gracious  in  her  treatment 
of  me,  that  I  took  it  for  granted,  I  sup- 
pose, that  she  could  not  refuse  my  love  ; 

but  now "  he  paused,  and  Thatcher's 

sensitive  imagination  filled  out  that  elo- 
quent blank  for  itself. 


HER  PHOTOGRAPH. 


173 


He  turned  pale  under  the  swarthy 
color  of  his  face,  and  his  voice  shook  as 
he  said  : 

"  And  now  you  think  that  /  stand  in 
your  way  ?" 

"Yes." 

"  God  knows  I  wouldn't  do  that,  old 
man,"  he  said,  huskily,  and  the  generous 
warmth  of  his  words  touched  a  higher 
chord  in  the  nature  of  Sedley  Smith. 
He  looked  up  and  met  the  gaze  of  the 
eyes  fixed  in  almost  womanly  tender- 
ness upon  him. 

"  I  believe  that,"  he  said,  hurriedly  ; 
*'  forgive  me,"  and  he  held  out  his  hand, 
which  was  taken  and  wrung  with  a 
meaning  he  was  far  from  comprehend- 
ing. 

"  If  it  is  true  that  I  stand  in  your  way 
of  winning  her,"  Thatcher  continued, 
gravely,  "I  will  go  away  out  of  the 
country  and  never  see  either  of  you 
again  ;  but,"  looking  him  steadily  and 
clearly  in  the  eye,  "  I  will  tell  you  now, 
openly  and  honorably,  that  I  will  not 
do  so  without  seeing  Mrs.  Masters  once 
before  I  go." 

Sedley  started,  and  involuntarily  his 
eyes  sought  the  photograph  Thatcher 
was  still  holding  in  his  hand.  "  Will 
you  give  me  your  word  of  honor  that 
no  word  of  love  shall  pass  between  you 
if  you  do  ?" 

"  Are  you  really  serious  in  asking 
such  a  thing  of  me  ? "  he  said,  slowly. 

The  young  man  writhed  under  the 
contempt  in  his  tone,  but  he  shook  it 
off  with  an  attempt  at  bravado.  "  I  fail 
to  see  that  I  am  asking  so  much,"  he 
said.  "  If  there  was  as  much  at  stake 
for  you  in  the  result  as  there  is  for  me, 
if  you  even  cared  for  her  as  I  do " 

"  Thank  God  that  I  do  not  care  for  her 
as  you  do,"  Thatcher  interrupted,  with 
a  look  on  his  face  that  surprised,  even 
awed,  Sedley,  but  not  for  long,  however. 

"  You  do  care  ? "  he  exclaimed,  start- 
ing back  in  surprise — a  surprise  that  was 
full  of  dismay. 

"Yes,"  quietly,  but  triumphantly,  "I 
do.  It  would  be  a  poor  compliment  to 
her  if  I  wished  to  hide  that  dear  fact 
from  anyone." 

"  Then  you  have  taken  a  mean  advan- 
tage of  my  friendship,"  Sedley  burst  out 
savagely.     "  Under  the  cloak  of " 

"Stop  where  you  are,"  Thatcher  in- 
terrupted ;  "  don't  leave  the  impression 
with  me  for  very  long  that  you  are  really 
the  puppy  your  words  would  make  you 


appear,  for  I've  seen  puppies  of  higher 
breeding  than  yours  kicked  out  of  a  room 
before  this.  I  have  excused  a  great  deal 
that  you  have  said  to  me  to-night  be- 
cause I  saw  that  you  were  not  yourself, 
and,  were  it  not  for  this  very  fact,  you 
would  have  found  yourself  outside  my 
door  long  ago. 

"  A  hard  thing  to  say  to  one  who  has 
been  my  friend  for  so  many  years,  is  it 
not  ?  But  I  trust  I  may  keep  my  tem- 
per sufficiently  not  to  have  to  prove  its 
truth  to  you.  Now,  kindly  listen  tome  : 
We  have  opened  this  subject  of  Mrs. 
Masters  for  the  last  time,  and  we  may  as 
well  understand  each  other  perfectly." 

"  Certainly,  that  is  what  I  came  here 
for,"  Sedley  said, sneeringly;  "proceed." 

"  Thank  you.  As  far  as  I  can  gather, 
you  wish  me  to  withdraw  myself  and  my 
right  to  care  for  her,  that  you  may  have 
unbounded  opportunity  in  which  to  win 
her  for  yourself,  but  whether  this  is  a 
fair  proposition  on  your  part  or  not  we 
will  not  question  ;  the  bare  fact  lies  in 
that  I  utterly  refuse  to  do  it.  You  accuse 
me — but  pah  !  why  refer  to  the  ravings 
of  a  moment's  madness — let  it  go.  There 
is  just  one  thing  more  that  I  would  like 
to  point  out  to  you.  It  is  this :  I  doubt 
if  the  thought  has  ever  come  into  your 
head  that  the  pure  love  of  a  good  woman 
is  not  to  be  won  by  force,  but  whether 
it  has  or  not,  the  fact  still  remains,  de- 
spite many  stories  to  the  contrary,  that 
love,  like  the  wind,  'bloweth  where  it 
listeth,'  and  no  human  intervention  can 
force  it  to  do  otherwise. 

"  Yes,  you  may  smile  if  you  like,  it  is 
what  I  expected  you  to  do  ;  but  at  the 
same  time  the  truth  is  there  before  you; 
if  Eleanore  Masters  cares  for  you  enough 
to  marry  you,  she  will  never  care  for 
me,  do  what  I  may  to  urge  her.  And," 
he  paused,  his  voice  softened  and  that 
same  bright  light  flashed  across  his  face, 
"if  she  were  to  stoop,  in  her  sweetness 
and  goodness,  to  care  for  me — God  bless 
her — she  will  never  care  for  you." 

"All  of  which  poeticharangue,  summed 
up  in  a  few  words,"  said  Sedley,  con- 
temptuously, "  means  that  you  intend  to 
put  your  fate  to  the  touch,  whether  I 
will  or  no  ?" 

"  Exactly." 

"  I  won't  say  what  I  think  of  you " 

he  began,  no  longer  trying  to  conceal 
the  hatred  in  his  heart. 

"  I  wouldn't  if  I  were  you,"  Thatcher 
interrupted,  calmly. 


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our  IN  G  FOR  MA  Y. 


"  But  after  to-night  we  meet  as  ene- 
mies." 

Thatcher,  his  hands  in  his  pockets, 
shrugged  his  shoulders  indifferently. 
"  Dramatic,  to  be  sure,"  he  said,  smiling, 
"but  still,  if  you  desire  it,  certainly." 

The  calm  acceptance  of  what  he  had 
intended  to  be  a  crushing  blow  stung 
Sedley  to  madness. 

"  Damn  you  !"  he  said  between  his 
teeth,  as  he  made  a  step  toward  him 
with  a  furious  gesture,  "  I  will  kill  yon  !" 

"Don't,  Smith,"  mockingly;  "go home, 
take  a  dose  of  quinine  and  go  to  bed 
instead." 

Blind  with  passion,  the  young  man 
caught  hold  of  the  back  of  a  chair  to 
steady  himself.  His  face  was  livid. 
The  next  instant  the  chair  had  come 
down  heavily  to  the  floor  again,  and 
Thatcher  was  staggering  backward, 
dazed,  stunned,  and  catching  at  the  wall 
to  save  himself  as  he  fell  against  it. 

There  was  a  moment's  awful  waiting, 
while  the  wounded  man  crept  slowly 
and  painfully  to  a  chair  and  sank  into 
it  and  Smith  came  as  slowly  and  pain- 
fully back  to  his  senses ;  then,  Thatch- 
er's white  lips  moved. 

"  Ring  the  bell,"  he  said,  faintly.  Sed- 
ley moved  like  one  in  a  dream. 

"  For  God's  sake,  Rufus,  what  have  I 
done  ? " 

"Hush.     Ring  the  bell." 

"Where?" 

"  There,  over  the  table.  Quick.  Ring 
it."  Then,  as  his  trembling  hand 
obeyed,  "  Now,  listen  to  what  I  must  say 
to  you.  Your  aim  was  good — so  good 
that  when  the  hall-boy  comes  you  must 
get  out  of  this  place  quietly,  but  in  a 
hurry.  I  want  the  boy  to  see  rne  bid- 
ding you  good-night  in  a  friendly  way  ; 
that  is  why  I  sent  for  him.  Get  down 
stairs  as  though  nothing  were  the  mat- 
ter, and  once  outside  the  hotel,  fly  ! — 
anywhere — only  get  out  of  the  country, 
and  stay  there  until — until — you  hear 
from  me." 

Sedley  stooped  over  him  wildly.  "  Ru- 
fus, dear  old  raan,  it  can't  be  as  bad  as 
that !     It  can't " 

"  Hush  ;  there  is  no  time  for  words. 
Get  away  out  of  danger — until — until — 
you  know  for  certain." 

"  But,  Rufus,  hear  me — as  God  is  my 
witness,  I  never " 

But  Thatcher  raised  his  hand  in  feeble 
protest.  "  Hush,"  he  said,  huskily,  "for 
her  sake  pull   yourself   together.     The 


boy  has  knocked.  Here,  help  me  up 
and  then  stand  there,  facing  me.  Now, 
compose  your  face,  old  man,  and  don't 
betray  anything," 

"Come  in,"  he  called  out,  and  then 
added  in  his  usual  tone,  "  Are  there  any 
cabs  near  the  hotel,  boy  .? " 

"  Yes,  sir." 

'■  Well,  I  want  you  to  engage  one  for 
this  gentleman,  and  show  him  to  it. 
You  are  very  good,  Sedley,  to  excuse 
me  from  accompanying  3^ou,  and,"  tak- 
ing his  icy  hand  in  a  cordial  grasp, 
"since  it  must  be  so — good-by." 

Without  time  for  protest,  and  too 
dazed  and  crushed  to  resist  the  force 
that  impelled  him,  Smith  found  himself 
pushed  gently  into  the  hall,  and — luas 
it  the  muffled  sound  of  a  fall  he  heard  a 
moment  after  the  door  had  closed  be- 
hind him  ? 

Late  in  the  afternoon  of  the  following 
day,  Eleanore  Masters  entered  her  little 
drawing-room  with  her  out-door  wraps 
still  on.  She  inquired  of  her  one  maid 
servant  whether  Mr.  Smith  had  called 
in  her  absence,  and,  receiving  a  reply 
in  the  negative,  looked  thoughtful.  She 
had  sent  a  note  to  him  in  the  forenoon, 
and  evidently  it  had  not  reached  him, 
for  he  was  ever  prompt  in  obeying  her 
summons. 

"  He  will  certainly  come,"  she  said, 
and  with  this  certainty  upon  her  sat 
down  to  await  him.  The  fresh  log  the 
maid  had  put  on  the  fire  caught  the 
blaze  and  crackled  cheerfully  ;  the  little 
clock  ticked  softly  from  a  cabinet  near, 
and  presently  the  warmth  and  comfort 
of  her  dainty  home  stole  peacefully  over 
the  tired  woman  and  she  fell  asleep. 
When  he  came  in,  a  half  hour  later,  he 
found  her  there  with  her  furs  slipping 
to  the  floor,  and  the  firelight  on  her  pale 
face  and  ruddy  hair  and  on  the  bunch 
of  fading  violets  fastened  in  her  gown, 
whose  delicate  perfume  filled  the  room. 

Presently  she  opened  her  eyes  slowly 
and  looked  straight  up  into  his. 

"  Sedley  !  "  she  murmured  softly.  He 
shivered  and  withdrew  his  gaze.  She 
sat  up  quickly.  "  What  have  you  heard," 
she  asked,  hurriedly  ;  "  he  is  not  worse  ? " 

"No,"  he  said,  huskily;  "  I  have  been  at 
the  hospital  all  day.     He  will  get  well." 

"  Thank  God,"  she  said,  and  arose. 
"  Sedley,  this  has  affected  you  dread- 
fully. Your  face  is  positively  ghastly, 
and  you  look  ten  years  older.  Was  he 
so  much  to  you  ? " 


HER  PHOTOGRAPH. 


175 


"  I  never  knew  how  mnch — till  now," 
he  said,  brokenly. 

"  What  do  they  think  was  the  cause 
of  his  accident  ?"  she  asked,  trying  not 
to  let  him  see  how  shocked  she  was  at 
his  changed  appearance. 

"  He  left  a  few  words  scrawled  on  the 
back  of — of — yoii7'  photograpJi^  to  the 
effect   that   he — that    he — had    become 

dizzy  and  had  fallen  and  struck  his 

don't  ask  me  anything  more,"  he  broke 
out,  harshly  ;  "  don't — for  God's  sake, 
don't — lest  I  grow  weak  and  too  cow- 
ardly to  face  what  is  before  me." 

His  agitation  was  so  great,  and  he 
looked  so  wild,  that  she  feared  the 
shock  and  horror  of  Thatcher's  accident 
had  affected  his  brain.  She  was  becom- 
ing seriously  alarmed  about  him,  and 
laid  her  hand  soothingly  upon  his  arm, 
stroking  it  silently  and  tenderly  to  quiet 
him,  but,  to  her  surprise,  he  turned  still 
paler  and  shrunk  away  from  her. 

"Don't  touch  me,"  he  said,  in  a  husky 
whisper  ;  "  don't  touch  me  till  you  know 
the  whole  truth,  and  then  you'll  never 
want  to.  I'm  going  away  when  I've 
told  you.  I'm  going  to — well,  God 
knows  where.  Perhaps  He  has  a  place 
somewhere  in  this  wide  world  of  His  for 
such  as  I,  and  if  He  has,  I'll  find  it  and 
never  see  you  again — never  again,  Elea- 
nore,  my  life — my  love  !"  He  paused, 
and  regarded  her  with  eyes  whose  un- 
utterable woe  wrung  her  heart.  Tears 
rushed  to  her  eyes.  But  he  went  on 
doggedly  with  his  confession.  "  But 
now  the  first — and  worst — step  in  my 
punishment  begins,  in  that  I  have  to 
let  you  know  the  truth.  O  God  !"  He 
flung  back  his  head  at  the  thought  and 
looked  upward,  and  his  voice  broke  into 
a  sob.  "  O  God,  how  just  and  awful  are 
Thy  punishments  !" 

''  Don't  tell  me,  Sedley,"  she  implored. 
"  I — I — do  not  want  to  hear  anything — 
anything — do  you  hear  me  ?  I  implore 
you  not  to  tell  me.  I  really  cannot 
bear  it." 

He  touched  her  hair  once,  lightly,  with 
his  hand,  then  put  the  sweet  teinptress 
gently  from  him.  He  felt  his  strength 
waning  while  she  acted  with  such  aban- 
donment of  self.  It  was  such  heavenly 
bliss  to  see  the  icy  calm  of  her  reserve 
broken,  although  it  was  but  through  the 
friendly  sympathy  she  felt  for  him. 

"I  must  tell  you,"  he  said,  between 
his  teeth.  "  I  must  tell  you  now,  while 
I'm   strong   to   do   it,  for   you'll   never 


learn  the  truth  otherwise,  since  his  lips 
will  be  sealed  in  life,  as  they  would 
have  been  had  he — had  he  died.  Elea- 
nore,  he  told  a  lie  when  he  said  that  he 
fell,  for  he — for  I — I  struck  him.  Don't 
tremble  so,  love  ;  I  was  mad  with  jeal- 
ousy of  him  and  love  of  you,  and  I 
struck  blindly  and  he  fell.  Then  (I 
know  not  how  long  after)  he  inanaged 
to  crawl  to  a  chair,  and  when  I  came  to 
my  senses  he  was  sitting  there,  making 
a  terrible  effort  to  steady  himself,  for  he 
wlas  half-dazed  ;  but  after  a  while  he 
managed  to  keep  his  head,  and  then 
began  giving  me  orders  what  to  do,  and 
made  me  ring  for  the  boy.  When  the 
boy  came,  he  made  an  attempt  at  bid- 
ding me  good-night  in  a  friendly  way,  so 
that  if  he  died — good  heavens !  only 
think  of  it ! — if  he  died  no  suspicion  of  a 
quarrel  should  fall  upon  me  ! 

"  After  that,"  he  continued,  huskily, 
"  I  left  him.  I  /e/^  him  to  die  alone,  if 
that  cowardly  blow  of  mine  meant 
death  for  him,  and  went  home.  Home  !  " 
he  repeated  wildly,  "  I've  been  in  hell 
all  night  I  " 

He  struck  the  mantel  sharply  with  his 
clenched  hand,  then  laid  his  arm  against 
it  and  buried  his  face  therein.  Eleanore 
Masters  went  to  his  side,  and,  lifting  the 
hand  that  hung  down  so  limply  in  his 
self-abasement,  laid  her  sweet  lips  ten- 
derly upon  it. 

"Sedley,"  she  said,  gently,  "put  this 
arm  about  me  while  I  tell  you  some- 
thing." 

He  started  violently,  lifted  his  head 
and  looked  at  her.  She  had  removed 
her  hat,  and  her  bright  brown  hair  was 
ruffled  prettily.  A  delicate  pink  color 
tinged  her  pale  cheeks,  and  her  wonder- 
ful eyes  were  shining  through  a  veil  of 
tears.  Something  that  he  saw  there, 
something  behind  the  tears  and  that 
trembled  in  the  lines  of  her  mouth, 
brought  a  quivering  light  of  hope  into 
the  haggard  misery  of  his  face.  He 
caught  her  two  hands  in  his  and  stared 
at  her  in  pitiful  uncertainty. 

"  What  do  you  mean  ? "  he  said,  hoarse- 
ly. "  Do  you — good  heavens  ! — do  you 
— could  you — love  me  ?  " 

"  Yes,"  she  said,  softly.  "  Did  you  not 
suspect  it  ?  I  was  so  afraid  that  you 
would." 

"  If  I  had — "  he  said  with  a  sob  in  his 
throat.  "  Oh,  Eleanore,  if  only  one  hint 
had  reached  me  !  "  and  the  violets  in 
her  gown  were  crushed  against  his  heart. 


A    EIT    ©F    A    Rl^eiRo 

BY   ED.  W.  SANDYS. 


T 


'IS  a  far  cry 
from  end  to 
end  of  our 
river.  Start- 
ing in  a  birch  canoe 
from  where  the  young 
St  r  e  a  m  first  gathers 
sufficient  volume  to 
float  even  sucli 
a  dainty  craft,  one 
may  cruise  for  more 
than  two  hundred  miles  before  sighting 
the  broad  lake  into  which  our  river 
flows  ;  and  while  yet  a  dozen  leagues 
from  the  lake  one  will  find  the  erstwhile 
puny  stream  to  change  into  a  goodly 
waterway.  Here  it  is  a  fair  rifle-shot 
from  bank  to  bank,  while  between  canoe- 
bottom  and  bed-sand  lies  a  twenty-foot 
strata  of  cool,  green  glooms. 

Perhaps  few  have  gazed  into  the 
cradle  of  this  river.  Far  inland,  where 
the  rock  crops  out  upon  the  rounded 
hills,  spreads  a  long  side-slope  close- 
grazed  by  nibbling  sheep.  At  the  foot 
of  this  slope  rises  an  abrupt  wall  of 
clay,  rip-rapped  by  nature  with  round 
white  bowlders.  Above  the  wall  roll 
long  waves  of  ancient  forest,  their  green 
surf  swinging  to  and  fro  along  their 
airy  coastline.  Near  one  end  of  the  wall 
and  screened  by  spreading  branches  is 
a  shallow  pool.  A  glance  at  this  will 
detect  evidence  of  man's  labor,  for  a 
damp  spot  has  been  shaped  into  a 
reservoir  that  the  helpless  sheep  may 
drink. 

All  about  this  pool  seems  dusty-dry,  yet 
a  keen  eye  may  detect  a  tiny  white  fur- 
row extending  from  the  pool  to  a  clump 
of  willows  at  the  end  of  the  wall.  Does 
anything  other  than  surface  water  ever 
fill  this  furrow  ?  Do  you  see  those  five 
points  of  flame  marking  the  furrow's 
course  ?  Then  ask  of  the  cardinal- 
flower  ;  it  knows  the  secret  of  the 
stream.  Follow  the  furrow  to  where 
it  enters  the  willows,  part  the  tangled 
fronds  and — Flip-flap  !  Whew-ee-ee-ew! 
A  woodcock.  Always  one  woodcock 
here — never  more.  I  shot  him  the  first 
time  I  found  these  willows,  and  I've 
knocked  him  over  on  every  subsequent 
visit.  Why  he  never  has  a  wife  to  share 
his  retreat,  or  a  friend  to  visit  him,  I 
know  not.     If  we  shot  this  fellow  and 


returned  three  days  hence  we  should 
find  his  double,  though  there  does  not 
appear  to  be  another  suitable  haunt 
within  two  miles. 

Now  here,  in  the  center  of  the  wil- 
lows, lies  a  yard-wide  basin  of  moist 
black  loam.  It  is  never  drier  than  you 
see  it.  In  the  spring  it  broadens  to  a 
lakelet,  which  shrinks  to  a  mere  damp 
spot  by  mid-summer,  yet  it  never  actu- 
ally dries.  The  August  sun  may  curl 
the  leaves  and  sear  the  hill-side  grasses, 
but  this  spot  under  its  dome  of  willows 
ever  maintains  its  cool  moisture.  White 
splashes  all  over  it  and  innumerable 
holes  bored  in  its  plastic  surface  prove 
the  woodcock's  presence,  for  which 
there  is  good  reason.  If  you  wanted 
bait,  when  bait  was  scarce  elsewhere, 
and  turned  up  one  good  spadeful  of  that 
black  stuff,  you  would  find  enough  of 
worms,  I'll  warrant. 

Does  the  shade  of  the  willows  keep 
this  spot  moist  ?  Not  at  all.  Yonder  a 
clump  of  dock  leaves  and  a  tuft  of  fern 
conceal  a  willow-root.  Put  your  hand 
under  the  root.  Cold  in  there,  is  it  not  ? 
Under  the  root  is  a  wee  cavern  no 
larger  than  the  crown  of  a  hat,  its  bot- 
tom the  whitest  sand.  If  you  wanted  a 
drink  and  had  a  big  straw,  or  the  hollow 
stem  of  a  weed,  you  could  suck  up  your 
fill  of  as  refreshing  a  brew  as  ever  was 
charged  for  in  a  swell  cafe,  and  you 
wouldn't  exhaust  the  tap  either,  for 
there  under  the  root  is  born  our  big 
river.  Further  it  does  not  extend  ;  all 
above  is   dry  as  a  bone. 

How  may  one  know  that  this  wee 
pool  actually  is  the  source  of  a  river? 
Easily  enough.  Our  baby  stream  is 
surely  born  here,  but  he  is  somewhat  of 
an  improvement  upon  the  ordinary  run 
of  babies,  inasmuch  as  he  is  very  silent 
and  retiring.  From  his  parent  pool  he 
slyly  creeps  through  an  underground 
crevice  to  the  rip-rap  of  the  wall.  Crawl 
on  hands  and  knees  along  the  wall,  put 
your  ear  to  the  bowlders,  and  you  will 
hear  him  gurgling  and  whispering  over 
his  hidden  play.  He  seems  to  be  hav- 
ing rare  fun  in  there,  for  the  only  sound 
he  makes  is  like  the  ghost  of  a  laugh. 
The  pool  proves  how  near  runs  his 
course,  and  by  the  ear  you  may  trace 
him  to  the  lower  end  of  the  wall. 


i 


A   BIT  OF  A    RIVER. 


iTj 


Here  in  the  sunlight  smiles  a  larger 
pool,  perhaps  two  feet  across,  a  trout- 
pool  in  miniature.  The  rock  ledges 
about  it  are  some  six  inches  high,  the 
green  growths  stand  a  foot  or  more,  the 
bowlders  in  the  pool  are  marble-like  in 
size,  the  fall  at  the  outlet  might  meas- 
ure one  inch,  yet  everything  is  there 
which  lends  the  charm  to  the  big  trout- 
pool  one  hundred  miles  below.  The  tiny 
fall  has  its  whisper  of  song,  its  trace  of 
snowy  foam.  If  we  could  magnify  one 
hundred  times  and  in  true  proportion 
every  feature  of  this  absurdly  small 
scene  we  should  produce  a  fac-simile  of 
that  great,  forest-bordered,  rock-ribbed 
pool  so  many  miles  away.  Then  our  gal- 
lon or  so  of  amber  water  would  be  a  dark- 
ly deep  expanse,  our  insignificant  green 
stuff  stately  trees,  our  wee  ledges  and 
marble  bowlders  picturesque  clififs  and 
time  -  worn  masses,  our  whimpering 
over -trickle  a  roaring  cascade,  with 
tumults  of  shifting  spume  and  streamers 
of  glittering  bubbles.  The  small  pool 
and  the  great  have  been  formed  in  pre- 
cisely the  same  way  ;  cause  and  effect 
the  same,  in  so  far  as  the  less  may  re- 
semble the  greater.  Could  we  so  place 
ourselves  as  to  be  able  to  scrutinize  the 
larger  pool  through  a  powerful  glass, 
reversed,  the  picture  so  reduced  would 
be  merely  our  first  tiny  pool,  where  the 
baby  river  comes  forth  to  brave  the 
sun. 

From  this  pool  our  river's  erratic 
course  is  plainly  defined.  First,  a  thin 
line  of  green  amid  sun-browned  slopes  ; 
lower  down,  twin  green  lines,  farther 
and  farther  apart,  till  they  reveal  flashes 
of  water  between;  a  bull-rush  here,  a 
willow  there,  with  docks  and  lush 
growths  thick  below,  till  a  foot-broad 
stream  curves  into  the  kindly  shadows 
of  the  woods.  Hidden  springs  have  feebly 
helped  our  river  across  the  sunny  open, 
and  at  the  edge  of  the  woods  a  sturdy 
ally  joins  the  onward  march.  From 
under  the  mossy  roots  of  a  giant  maple 
rises  a  purl  of  liquid  melody,  and  im- 
mediately below  our  river  welcomes  his 
first  important  tributary.  At  the  con- 
fluence of  the  two  is  quite  an  imposing 
pool,  fully  as  broad  as  a  foot-bath  and 
at  least  six  inches  deep. 

The  old  water-spider  finds  his  trip 
from  shore  to  shore  to  be  something  of 
a  journey,  and  he  narrowly  escapes  be- 
ing drawn  into  the  wrathful  six-inch 
cascade  below.     Let  us  turn  over  this 


pebble,  half-buried  in  damp  mould,  and 
see  if  there  is  not  a  red,  hair-like  worm 
under.  There  he  is  in  the  stuff  sticking 
to  the  stone.  Now  let  me  drop  him  into 
the  pool — it's  a  trifle  rough  on  the  worm, 
but  we  want  to  experiment.  Did  you 
see  it — that  small  point  of  light  which 
seemed  to  flash  from  nowhere  in  par- 
ticular and  to  lose  itself  and  the  worm 
in  some  mysterious  fashion  ?  Now  is 
our  river,  indeed,  a  living  stream,  for 
that  tiny  flashing  thing  was  a  trout.  An 
inch-long,  fairy  fry  was  he,  but  a  trout 
for  all  that,  with  his  full  share  of  the 
headlong  dash  and  courage  of  his  noble 
race.  Can  he  be  taken  ?  Not  he  !  We 
could  not  find  him  in  a  day  of  cautious 
search,  and  such  elusive  morsels  are  not 
to  be  grasped  by  hand.  Hook  him  we 
could  not — 'tis  true  he  would  tilt  at  a 
baited  hook  if  it  were  offered,  but  the 
hook  is  not  made  small  enough  for 
those  infantile  jaws. 

From  here  our  river  must  journey  on 
alone.  We  have  seen  its  birth  and 
something  of  its  growth,  and  we  shall 
again  see  it  one  hundred  miles  to  the 
westward.  It  will  traverse  this  winding 
corridor  of  greenery,  where  the  tanager 
and  the  cardinal-flower  glow  like  guid- 
ing lights ;  where  the  water-thrush 
rocks  like  a  toy-mandarin  upon  mossy 
bowlders  ;  where  the  sly  mink  prowls 
from  pool  to  pool ;  where  the  laugh  of 
the  crested  fly-catcher  and  the  sorrow- 
ful voice  of  his  lesser  relative  help  to 
drown  the  hum  of  the  wild  bees  and  the 
summer  drone  of  insects  innumerable. 
At  the  farther  side  of  this  wood  sings 
another  tributary  stream,  and  our  river 
glides  on  and  on,  gaining  volume  from 
many  sources  as  it  goes,  till  at  last  it 
plunges,  shouting  in  power  and  reckless- 
ness, into  the  great  trout-pool. 

Thus  far  it  bears  itself  as  the  strong, 
riotous  child  of  rocks  and  hills,  but  not 
far  below  the  great  pool  its  character 
changes.  Left  behind  are  the  rollick- 
ing falls,  the  gem-like  bubbles  and 
wreaths  of  foam.  Left  behind,  too,  are 
the  rocks  and  sudden  steeps,  which 
tempt  a  woodland  stream  to  daring 
plunges  and  merry  racings.  Henceforth 
its  course  winds  through  fat  lowlands  ; 
through  mighty  forests  and  spreading 
clearings  ;  through  leagues  of  marshes, 
twin-pictures  of  broad  English  fens, 
until,  at  last,  our  river,  now  slow,  deep 
and  wide,  finds  its  long-sought  lake. 

When  it  left  the  rock-land — the   re- 


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OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


gion  of  evergreen-clad  slopes  and  maple- 
filled  intervales — the  river  bade  fare- 
well to  its  trout.  No  spangled  aristo- 
crat could  tolerate  the  long,  lazy  reaches 
of  almost  currentless  water,  the  weedy 
margins  and  the  sloping  banks  of  clay, 
down  which  every  summer  shower  sends 
yellow  cascades  to  stain  the  languid 
flood  for  hours  after.  The  trout  reigns 
in  the  upper  waters,  where  the  cold 
springs  pump  unceasingly,  where  the 
water  knows  no  rest,  where  new-born 
insects  try  their  wings,  where  the  clumsy 
larvas  slip  and  fall  from  the  arching 
limb,  and  there,  like  ancient  robber  of 
the  Rhine,  he  holds  his  own  by  prowess 
and  lives  by  the  right  of  might. 

In  the  lower  river  are  many  fishes — 
so  luany  that  the  absence  of  the  trout  is 
of  no  import.  The  deep,  placid  water 
suits  many  species,  which  seldoin  seek 
the  upper  stream,  except  to  spawn,  and 
which  never  penetrate  so  far  as  the 
trout's  favorite  haunts.  Any  angler  of 
the  lower  river  firmly  believes  that  it  is 
not  all,  or  one-half  of  fishing,  to  catch 
trout,  for  has  he  not  muskallonge,  wall- 
eyed pike,  pickerel,  several  varieties 
of  bass,  mullet,  carp,  perch,  dog-fish, 
"  sheepshead,"  cat-fish,  gar-pike,  and 
others  for  his  special  amusement  ?  Of 
these  he  takes  great  strings,  and  enjoys 
greater  fun,  for  he  is  the  true  angler. 
He  may  or  may  not  take  bass  with  the 
fly.  He  can  do  it  if  so  inclined,  for  he 
knows  fishing  from  Alpha  to  Omega. 
He  has  as  many  baits  for  an  emergency 
as  the  fly-fisher  has  brands  of  flies  ;  he 
knows  exactly  when,  where  and  how  to 
take  one  and  all  of  his  finny  prizes.  He 
knows  how  to  take  and  keep  in  condi- 
tion the  fattest  white  minnows  ;  how  to 
coax  worms  to  the  surface  during  hot, 
dry  nights  ;  how  to  secure  the  crawfish, 
the  bee-larvse,  the  white  grubs  from 
sod  or  rotting  log  ;  how  to  use  the  small 
frog,  young  mouse,  grasshopper,  cricket 
— in  fine,  how  to  use  everything  capa- 
ble of  tempting  a  fish.  Needless  to  say, 
he  also  knows  what  to  do  with  a  tempts 
ed  fish. 

These  bait-fishers  are  apt  to  be  the 
7'eal  students  of  fish  lore,  for  to  be  suc- 
cessful one  must  needs  be  well  in- 
formed. While  the  trout-fisher  exercises 
a  great  deal  of  skill  in  casting  his  lures 
and  in  playing  his  fish,  yet  he  has  com- 
paratively few  details  to  master.  Once 
he  has  learned  how  to  use  his  tackle  and 
to   recognize    good   trout  water,    he   is 


upon  the  high  road  to  success,  for  he  is 
always  after  the  one  variety  of  fish. 
The  impetuous  dash  of  the  trout  also 
greatly  simplifies  matters.  With  the 
bait-fisher  conditions  are  very  different. 
He  may  be  intent  upon  the  capture  of 
specimens  of  half  a  dozen  varieties  of 
fish,  the  prizes  sought  greatly  varying 
in  habits,  haunts,  and  food.  During  one 
day  he  may  have  to  employ  several 
distinct  methods  and  many  varieties  of 
baits,  and  be  it  known  that  to  properly 
manipulate  bait  demands  as  much,  or 
more,  skill  than  is  exercised  by  the  fly- 
fisher.  To  some  this  may  appear  to  be 
rank  heresy,  yet  it  is  true. 

Of  course,  in  this  expert  class  of  bait- 
fishers  are  not  included  those  cheerful 
idiots  who  select  a  spot  because  it  is 
shady,  or  because  a  natural  seat  is  con- 
venient, and  who  spit  upon  their  bunch 
of  worms,  plop  in  the  bait,  set  the  pole  in 
a  crotched  stick,  and  then  wait  for  some- 
thing to  turn  up.  This  is  still-fishing  all 
right  enough;  it  is  also  very  restful. 
Now  and  then  such  a  method  will  prove 
fairly  successful,  too,  for  even  a  duffer 
may  blunder  upon  the  right  spot  at  the 
right  time,  and  almost  anyone  knows 
enough  to  heave  upon  a  fish-pole  when 
the  signs  say  that  something  has  hooked 
itself. 

The  real  bait-fisher,  however,  would 
scorn  such  a  lubberly  inethod,  for  by 
the  bait- fisher  I  mean  the  man  who 
fishes  tJie  river,  not  six  square  yards  of 
of  it.  He  knows  every  bit  of  water  for 
miles,  where  to  expect  fish  of  each 
variety,  what  baits  to  use,  when  to  use 
them,  and  what  to  change  to  should  a 
kind,  usually  deadly,  happen  to  fail. 
His  method  somewhat  resembles  the 
fly-fisher's,  for  he  keeps  moving  from 
good  spot  to  good  spot,  and  if  anyone 
catches  fish  he  is  likely  to  be  the  man. 

This  sort  of  fishing  is  most  interest- 
ing because  it  affords  both  variety  and 
full  scope  for  the  exercise  of  one's  craft, 
for  in  reality  it  calls  for  more  of  the  ob- 
servation and  resourceful  skill  of  the 
still-hunter  than  the  slight  qualifications 
of  the  ordinary  still-fisher.  Among  the 
experts  of  our  river  are  past-masters 
of  this  branch  of  the  gentle  art. 

The  great  charm  of  our  river,  how- 
ever, does  not  of  necessity  have  scales 
on  it.  While  fish  certainly  have  much 
to  do  with  the  pleasures  of  fishing,  still 
the  surroundings  are  important  factors 
in   completing   the    charm   of    a   day's 


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sport.  Let  tis  glance  at  a  three-mile 
stretch  of  our  river. 

At  our  starting-point  the  water  is 
eighty  yards  wide  and  about  twenty 
feet  deep.  Near  either  bank  extends  a 
bronzy-green  mat  of  varying  width, 
composed  of  trailing  growths,  grasses, 
lily-pads,  with  here  and  there  small 
belts  of  rushes  and  reeds.  Owing  to  the 
level  country  the  river's  course  is  very 
erratic,  and  if  we  follow  one  bank  we 
find  a  shallow  and  a  deep  channel  alter- 
nating with  every  bend,  owing  to  the 
set  of  the  current.  One  side  filling  up, 
the  other  cutting  away,  is  always  the 
rule,  and  the  graybeards  know  that  the 
river  at  many  points  once  ran  one  hun- 
dred or  more  yards  from  its  present 
bed,  and  that  many  a  noble  tree  has 
been  undermined  and  swept  away  when 
the  spring  floods  came  down. 

The  banks  vary  at  every  bend.  At 
one  they  are  almost  sand-flats  ;  at  an- 
other, easy,  well  -  wooded  slopes  ;  at 
yet  another,  soft  curves  of  richest  green 
swelling  up  to  the  farms  above  ;  at  yet 
another  they  form  miniature  cliffs  of 
yellow,  sandy  clay.  Quite  frequently 
two  of  these  types  are  opposed,  espe- 
cially the  low  flat  and  the  cliff  -  like 
formation,  as  the  river  deposits  and 
cuts  away. 

The  vegetation  presents  a  rich  va- 
riety. Here  towers  a  mighty  sycamore, 
its  grand  trunk  sheathed  in  silver  mail, 
its  strong  arms  stretching  far  to  slender 
twigs,  from  which  the  oriole  swings  his 
hammock.  In  vain  does  the  bare-footed 
urchin  longingly  eye  that  treasure- 
pouch — the  glistening  bark  is  treacher- 
ous ;  the  river  waits  below.  How  long 
has  that  grand  old  tree  remained  on 
guard  ?  It  is  older  than  the  civilization 
it  overlooks.  The  tooth  of  time  has 
bitten  deeply  into  its  upper  trunk  ;  the 
wolf  has  howled  at  its  foot,  where  the 
sand  bore  fresh  imprint  of  the  deer's 
dainty  tread  ;  the  canoe  of  the  savage 
has  drifted  beneath  those  limbs  and 
startled  the  turkey  from  its  lofty  roost; 
yet  the  old  tree  stands  firm.  Now  the 
red-headed  woodpecker  bores  where  the 
sap  has  ceased  to  move,  the  purple  mar- 
ten and  white-bellied  swallow  wheel 
at  will  about  the  round,  black  holes, 
and  flocking  grackles  rest  awhile  be- 
fore the  last,  long  stage  to  the  distant 
marshlands.  Year  after  year  one  hun- 
dred fledglings  have  called  this  tree 
their  home. 


The  sycamore  has  good  company. 
Broad,  leafy  bass-woods,  far-reaching 
dog-woods,  pale-tinted  butternuts,  rich- 
wooded  walnuts,  rough  chestnuts,  vshiv- 
ering  willows,  dark-looking  mulberries 
and  elms,  shapely  maples  and  oaks,  are 
ranged  in  stately  columns.  Below  them 
crowd  alders  and  ferny  sumacs,  among 
which  blaze  the  golden- stars  so  dear  to 
country  maids.  In  places,  too,  the  vines 
run  riot.  The  creeper  swings  its  grace- 
ful length  from  many  a  liml3  ;  the  wild 
grape's  tough  rigging  stays  a  hundred 
living  masts,  and  the  clematis  bursts  its 
smoky  balls  till  they  hide  the  bushes  in 
hazy  clouds. 

Well  do  the  birds  and  small  beasts 
love  such  sanctuary.  The  morning  cho- 
rus includes  the  voices,  sweet  and  indif- 
ferent, of  many  species.  The  king-fisher 
rouses  his  snare-drum  and  drops  like  a 
falling  arrow  upon  his  prey  ;  the  flicker 
enjoys  his  airy  canter  froin  trunk  to 
trunk  and  shouts  his  lusty  challenge  to 
following  friends  ;  the  sandpiper  curves 
outward  from  his  strip  of  beach  upon 
trembling  pinions  which  seem  to  shake* 
from  him  his  sadly  -  sweet  refrain  of 
weet-weet-weet-how-sweet.  Big  grack 
les,  with  tails  awry,  cluck  gruffly  in 
homeward  flight,  or,  perching,  raise 
shoulders  to  ears  like  a  Jew,  and  rasp 
out  their  metallic  queries.  Where  the 
willow's  rotting  stub  has  shrunk  within 
its  outer  shell  the  dainty  woodduck 
hides  her  treasures  till  downy  fluffs  of 
wild  life  are  ready  to  be  carried  to  the 
kindly  stream.  Sedate  old  robins  bounce 
across  the  green  and  shape  their  mud- 
cottage  walls  so  near  the  path  that  the 
prowling  urchin  would  scorn  to  harry 
such  easy  treasure.  At  dawn  and  dusk, 
from  highest  twigs,  the  thrasher  fills 
the  air  with  difficult  passages  from  bird- 
classics,  while  from  the  shrub  below 
his  slaty  cousin,  the  cat-bird,  flirts  his 
nervous  tail  as  he  mocks  the  feathered 
star  above,  or  renders  an  original  selec- 
tion to  prove  that  he,  too,  is  worthy  the 
name  of  minstrel. 

Above,  where  the  hay-fields  warm  in 
yellow  sunshine,  the  bobolink  loiters  01. 
ebon  wing,  while  his  jingling  cascade  of 
liquid  notes  needs  but  a  slight  effort  of 
fancy  to  transpose  it  into  a  silver  tribu- 
tary of  the  river.  Under  the  denser 
growths  the  towhee  scratches  among 
the  drying  leaves,  while  now  and  then 
a  note,  fuller,  richer  than  all,  floats  up 
from   nowhere— as    though    the    spirit- 


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hand  of  the  greatest  of  dead  masters 
had  waked  again  his  richest  chord. 
That  rare  brown  poet,  with  spangled 
breast  and  soft  dark  eye,  speaks  from 
the  velvet  shade  and  straight  to  the 
heart.  Only  the  wood-thrush  has  mas- 
tered the  witchery  of  inusical  brevity. 

There  are  many  others.  The  caress- 
like pleading  of  the  bluebird  ;  the  sharp, 
insistent  exclamation  of  the  yellow  war- 
bler ;  the  "cheer-cheer,"  or  cadenced 
fluting,  of  the  redwing  ;  the  low  con- 
tralto of  the  cuckoo ;  the  exquisite, 
though  sorrowful  plaint  of  the  dove  ; 
the  brief  but  well-loved  tinkle  of  the 
song -sparrow  ;  the  better-rounded  ef- 
fort of  his  gifted  white-throated  rela- 
tive ;  the  hiss  of  the  cowbird — these  do 
not  exhaust  the  list  of  performers,  yet 
are  they  not  enough  to  entitle  our  river 
to  rank  as  a  river  of  song  ? 

The  banks,  too,  hold  treasures  for  the 
explorer.  Where  the  feet  of  the  cattle 
have  printed  the  sandflats,  lie  pear- 
shaped,  brown  -  blotched  eggs,  seem- 
ingly twice  too  large  for  the  sandpiper 
which  guards  them.  When  these  eggs 
have  been  warmed  to  life  we  shall  find 
helpless,  stilt-legged,  downy  youngsters, 
still  guarded  by  the  trim,  everlastingly 
nodding  mother,  who  with  all  her  me- 
lodious pleadings  and  silly  curtseyings 
knows  quite  enough  of  the  greed  of  man 
to  simulate  lameness  till  the  larger  prize 
would  seem  to  be  as  good  as  secured. 
Still,  helplessly  as  she  may  flutter  and 
aimless  as  her  crippled  efforts  may  ap- 
pear to  be,  they  always  trend  away  from 
the  spot  she  holds  as  home.  Pursue  her 
far  enough,  and  the  sweet  farce  will  ab- 
ruptly end  the  instant  she  considers  the 
young  safe. 

About  the  cliff-like  banks  hover  a 
cloud  of  martins,  forever  entering  and 
leaving  their  clustered  tunnels.  Do 
they  ever  become  confused  and  enter 
the  wrong  opening  ?  It  is  not  likely. 
You  (unless  you  were  seriously  con- 
fused^ might  be  trusted  to  find  your 
own  house  in  a  row  of  similar  houses. 
The  martins  are  even  more  clever,  for 
they  never  hesitate,  look  for  a  number, 
or  for  a  peculiar  style  of  entrance — 
they  simply  fly  straight  home  and  creep 
in  at  the  only  door  they  care  anything 
about.  Thrust  a  hand  far  into  a  bur- 
row, and  you  may  feel  the  delicate  eggs 
softly  bedded  in  goose-feathers  gath- 
ered from  far  and  near.  If  the  bird  be 
at  home,  you  may  feel  her  tiny  mandi- 


bles nibbling  a  feeble  protest  at  your 
finger-tips. 

In  a  quiet  nook  on  a  higher  bank, 
where  the  overhanging  sod  and  roots 
form  a  generous  eave,  is  a  larger  bur- 
row, the  home  of  the  king-fisher.  Never 
mind  about  putting  your  hand  in  there. 
In  all  probability  the  burrow  is  longer 
than  your  arm  ;  and,  if  it  is  not,  Alcyon 
can  bite,  and  she  will  not  hesitate  over 
using  her  fishing-gear  in  an  attempt  to 
teach  you  better  manners. 

At  one  mile- long  reach,  where  our 
river  manages  to  for  once  run  straight, 
the  scene  rises  above  ordinary  beauty. 
It  presents  a  superb  corridor,  domed 
with  richest  blue,  walled  with  living 
green,  and  floored  with  flawless  crystal. 
The  trees  rise  straight  from  the  water's 
edge,  and  only  at  midday  can  the  sun 
strike  fairly  upon  the  water.  During 
the  early  and  late  hours  of  the  day  the 
shadow  of  oiie  lofty  mass  of  trees 
stretches  almost  if  not  quite  to  the  foot 
of  the  opposite  wall.  This  is  a  para- 
dise for  vines.  Creepers,  clematis,  ivy 
and  innumerable  grapevines  so  bind 
together  trunks  and  branches  that  the 
whole  sways  to  the  breeze  like  a  single 
growth.  The  squirrels  revel  in  such 
a  magnificently  appointed  gymnasium. 
Long  tight-ropes,  great  swings,  handy 
loops  and  rings  are  there  for  every  furry 
gymnast,  and  they  are  seldom  idle. 
Such  balancing,  such  daring  runs,  bold 
swinging  and  reckless  leaping  as  go  on 
there  cannot  be  surpassed  outside  of 
a  tropical  forest,  where  the  gargoyle  of 
the  human  athlete,  the  monkey,  holds 
undisputed  sway. 

Our  river  does  not  lose  its  attractive- 
ness upon  the  death  of  the  day.  The  most 
brilliant  songsters  may  become  silent, 
but  the  night  creatvires  are  active  and 
interesting.  If  one  starts  and  drifts 
down  between  the  darkened  walls  in  a 
canoe  as  the  harvest  moon  peers  across 
the  misty  fields,  he  will  hear  much 
worth  the  hearing.  The  leaves  hang 
motionless  ;  the  water  spreads  like  oil 
into  black,  uncertain  shadows  ;  the  trees 
upon  one  bank  stand  like  silhouettes 
against  the  growing  light,  while  the  op- 
posite foliage  brightens  with  countless 
silvery  flashes. 

From  bank  to  bank  wages  the  cica- 
da's endless  dispute  over  "  Katy's " 
indiscretion,  interrupted  every  now  and 
again  by  a  bellowing  "  'Eject !  "  from 
some  lawyer  frog,  who  thinks  the  prose- 


A    CANOE    TRIP   WITH  A    VENGEANCE. 


cution  is  transgressing  rules.  A  long, 
hissing  fall,  followed  by  an  explosive 
"  Boo-oom  !  "  tells  where  the  night-hawk 
is  playing  in  the  moonlight,  while  his 
cousin,  whippoorwill,  sounds  his  sweet 
plaint  from  each  dusky  point.  A  sing- 
ing of  wings  high  above  marks  the 
course  of  a  belated  bunch  of  wood-ducks, 
and  a  family  of  horned  owls  prolong  a 
deep,  throaty  argument  over  the  affairs 
of  the  night.  A  startled  killdeer  makes 
musical  protest  against  some  unknown 
intruder  upon  its  rest ;  a  sandpiper 
takes  up  the  case  as  a  family  matter, 
and  rouses  a  sleepy  sparrow,  who  tin- 
kles out  a  thread  of  song  from  sheer 
force  of  habit  before  dropping  off  again. 
A  broad-fanned  gray  heron  questions 
another  ghostly  gliding  shape  as  to  how 
the  sport  is  farther  up,  and  a  few  so- 
ciable raccoons  are  holding  their  pattern 
of  a  clam-bake  at  the  back  of  a  quiet 
cove.  Muskrats  are  busy  trading  from 
port  to  port,  while  some,  more  adven- 
turous than  their   fellows,  go   gravely 


steaming  in  the  open  and  plough  long 
silver  wakes  to  distant  shores.  Fish  are 
constantly  leaping,  and  the  trained  ear 
can  detect  the  nervous  upward  shoot 
and  sounding  fall  of  the  flat-bodied 
bass  ;  the  lazy,  oily  roll  of  the  catfish, 
and  the  sharp  strike  of  the  lance-like 
pickerel.  The  canoe  makes  no  sound 
to  interfere  with  one's  observations  ;  in 
fact,  the  voice  of  the  cicada  is  an  uproar 
compared  to  the  velvety  slide  of  the 
silent  craft.  From  the  start  to  the 
finish  of  the  voyage  attentive  ears  m.ay 
catch  secrets  from  air,  tree  and  water, 
for  Nature  is  ever  tattling  to  those  who 
know  how  to  listen.  Through  all  the 
varied  night-voices  sounds  one  mysteri- 
ous note.  The  water  seems  to  quiver 
with  it ;  it  never  varies  ;  it  usually 
seems  to  come  from  directly  under  the 
canoe,  yet  miles  make  no  difference  to 
it.  The  river-folk  say  that  it  is  the 
"sheephead^  a-grinding  their  luckies," 
"  luckies  "  meaning  the  so-called  lucky- 
stones  found  in  the  head  of  that  fish. 


n  cnNoe  trip  with  n  veiioenNci 


BY  G.    FREDERIC    RUSSEL. 


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••  '"^  IP  !  and  walkee  a  mile  back  !  " 
Everyone  appreciates  the 
Chinaman's  description  of  his 
experience  on  a  toboggan- 
slide  ;  but  imagine  a  chute  that  usually 
requires  an  eight  -  days'  climb  and  a 
"zip!"  that  lasts  two  days  and  two 
nights  without  a  let-up,  where  you  have 
to  find  the  way  to  your  mouth  with 
your  breakfast  while  making  sheer 
drops  of  six  or  more  feet,  a  negro 
minstrel  show  of  twenty  men  accom- 
panying you,  and  further,  no  more 
clothes  required  than  a  suit  of  pajamas. 
If  you  have  the  imagination  to  digest 
all  this,  you  will  have  a  very  fair  idea 
of  what  is  meant  by  a  canoe  trip  in 
British  Guiana,  on  the  Cuyuni,  Maza- 
runi  or  Essequibo  river. 

There  are  a  certain  set  of  men,  how- 
ever, who  would  sooner  be  traveling 
through  the  interior,  eating  "  bush-pot," 
and  running  the  risk  of  fevers  and 
rapids  than  living  on  the  best  that 
Georgetown,  the  capital,  can  put  forth, 
which  is  pretty  good. 

We  were  amongst  such  men,  and 
opinions  differed  widely  as  to  who  could 
travel  up  the  rapids  of  the   Essequibo 


river,  and  to  the  Tamatamari  Falls  in 
the  Potaro  and  back,  faster  than  any 
one  else.  I  need  not  give  the  names  of 
the  men  who  made  a  match  on  the  sub- 
ject— Jones  will  do  for  one  and  Thomp- 
son for  the  other.  Jones  held  that  he 
could  do  more  with  an  entire  crew  of 
Indians,  while  Thompson  said  that  bet- 
ter results  could  be  got  out  of  a  com- 
bination, two  Indians  and  the  remain- 
der negroes.  Both  men  were  expe- 
rienced enough  to  express  opinions,  and 
the  others  of  the  party  lent  their  aid 
to  bring  about  a  race. 

In  the  end,  the  date  for  a  start  was 
arranged  for  two  weeks  later,  plenty  of 
time  being  allowed  for  each  man  to  get 
together  his  favorite  crew. 

The  start  was  to  be  made  from  Bar- 
tica,  which  is  a  very  small  settlement  at 
the  junction  of  the  three  rivers,  the 
Mazaruni,  Cuyuni  and  Essequibo,  the 
gold  centre  of  the  colony.  A  big  party 
went  up  to  Bartica  on  the  day  before 
the  all-important  one,  to  see  the  con- 
testants off,  and  there  was  a  dinner  at 
Forbes'  Hotel — a  big  dinner  that  those 
who  were  there  will  not  forget. 

The  canoes  were  of  the  same  size  and 


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shape — thirty  feet  long,  with  high  bows 
and  sterns,  with  plenty  of  beam,  and 
bottoms  thick  enough  to  withstand 
casua.1  thumps  from  unobliging  rocks 
which  might  get  into  the  path  coming 
down  the  racing  current.  Jones  had 
nineteen  "bucks,"  while  Thompson  had 
two  and  seventeen  negroes — such  men 
as  would  make  an  artist  weep  for  joy. 

Jones'  Indians  would  have  averaged 
a  head  shorter  than  the  negroes  and  did 
not  seem  to  know  anything  about  a  race. 
They  were  full  Caribs  and  stolid  as 
our  North  American  red  men  are  re- 
puted to  be,  though  short  and  stocky. 

The  baggage,  which  was  not  much, 
was  piled  in  the  center  of  each  boat 
under  tarpaulins. 

All  was  ready  by  half-past  six,  and 
the  start  was  made.  Thompson  and 
Jones  both  were  paddling.  The  negroes 
took  the  lead  at  once,  their  "shantee- 
man "  singing  from  his  diaphragm  a 
song  about  Potaro  gold.  When  they 
disappeared  around  the  first  turn, 
Thompson  was  several  hundred  yards 
ahead.  It  meant  something  to  first 
reach  the  beginning  of  the  falls. 

As  a  usual  thing,  gold  boats  go  but  a 
short  distance  the  first  day  and  on  the 
second  they  start  up  the  rapids.  There 
were  to  be  no  short  days  on  this  trip. 
Both  men  intended  reaching  the  falls, 
and,  if  possible,  making  a  start  up  before 
dark.  Jones  had  no  intention  of  letting 
Thompson  beat  him  to  the  rapids,  for 
there  would  be  little  chance  of  one  boat 
passing  another  in  them  ;  and  he  knew 
that  his  "  bucks "  could  and  would  get 
there  first  when  they  got  ready,  so  he 
was  not  going  to  force  them.  "  Bucks  " 
have  a  habit  of  folding  their  hammocks 
and  silently  stealing  away  if  forced. 
Thompson  knew  that  his  only  chance 
for  the  advantage  at  the  first  series  of 
the  falls  was  to  get  such  a  long  lead 
that  he  could  not  be  caught. 

The  Indians,  knowing  every  eddy, 
went  up  carefully,  saving  themselves, 
now  and  then  one  of  them  giving  a  tip 
to  the  captain  on  a  back  current  he 
was  particularly  well  acquainted  with, 
Thompson's  bowman  and  captain  knew 
as  much  as  any  two  of  the  "bucks"  in 
the  other  canoe,  but  not  as  much  as  the 
whole  nineteen,  and  that  is  where  Jones 
had  an  advantage  ;  besides,  he  did  not 
have  a  "  shanteeman,"  a  necessity  in  a 
boat  of  negroes  but  a  man  who  will  not 
paddle  with  any  unnecessary  force. 


The  Essequibo  is  about  three  miles 
wide  at  the  first  rapid,  but  there  is  only 
one  narrow  channel.  This  was  reached 
half  an  hour  before  dark  by  Jones,  with 
Thompson  a  mile  behind,  and  Jones 
was  feeling  in  an  excellent  mood. 
Thompson  would  have  to  camp  at  the 
foot  of  Itaca  rapids  for  the  night,  while 
he  would  be  able  to  get  up  to  the  foot 
of  Little  Abouya  Mallali  by  dark,  and 
once  there  should  be  able  to  hold  his 
lead  till  the  Tamatamari  Falls  were 
reached. 

In  most  countries  a  river  full  of 
rapids  is  either  not  traveled  at  all  or 
portages  are  built  around  the  bad  places; 
in  British  Guiana  the  loaded  boats  go 
up  them,  a  process  being  employed  so 
full  of  danger  and  excitement  that  one 
is  impelled  to  join  in  the  shouting  of  the 
crew,  and  even  jump  into  the  water  to 
struggle  with  them  against  the  fierce 
current — the  impulse  is  irresistible. 

This  was  no  new  thing  for  any  of  the 
men  in  the  two  boats.  Without  an 
order  being  given,  as  Jones'  canoe  was 
being  forced  by  the  paddles  to  the  first 
rock  of  the  rapids,  lines  were  being  got 
ready,  a  long,  heavy  one  in  the  bow, 
with  a  light  cord  attached  to  the  end  of 
it — this  the  main  line — and  two  others 
for  steering,  one  from  the  bow  and  one 
from  the  stern.  Then,  last  of  all,  but 
so  important  that  there  is  a  law  requir- 
ing it,  a  light  cord  coiled  up  on  the 
baggage  with  a  half-pound  weight  at 
the  end  of  it — a  lifeline.  When  a  man 
is  swept  down  a  rapid  he  either  catches 
that  line  or  catches  his  breath  for  the 
last  time.  That  is  the  rule,  though  this 
story  shows  an  exception. 

Out  upon  the  rock  the  "  bucks " 
climbed,  only  the  captain  remaining  in 
the  canoe.  The  bowman,  naked,  went 
to  the  other  end  of  the  rock,  and,  taking 
the  leader  of  the  main  line  in  his  teeth, 
plunged  into  the  swirling  current  to 
carry  it  to  the  next  rock,  some  fifteen 
yards  beyond.  It  was  a  current  that  no 
man  from  another  part  of  the  world 
would  think  of  tackling,  but  there  was 
no  hesitation  about  the  Indian,  who  had 
been  at  the  same  trick  since  his  begin- 
ning. A  dive,  and  the  paying  out  of 
the  cord  was  the  only  evidence  that  he 
was  making  headway  below  the  foam- 
ing surface  for  a  minute  and  a  few  sec- 
onds more.  When  he  came  to  the  sur- 
face he  had  covered  half  the  distance. 

Now  he  made  less  headway,  though  it 


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could  be  seen  that  he  was  swimming 
with  marvelous  force  and,  what  wns 
most  strange,  with  a  breast-stroke.  This 
was  to  prevent  getting  swept  sideways 
upon  submerged  rocks.  Now  the  ob- 
jective point  was  only  fifteen  feet  away, 
but  he  made  hardly  four  inches  to  the 
stroke,  and  it  seemed  for  a  moment  that 
he  would  fail,  be  exhausted,  and  swept 
back.  Ten  feet  more  to  go  ;  now  but 
seven.  He  makes  a  gigantic  effort  and 
it  is  only  five. 

Jones,  watching  him,  on  the  first  rock, 
fears  that  he  will  miss,  feeling  certain 
that  he  can  make  but  one  more  such 
effort  and  it  cannot  take  him  more  than 
two  feet  further.  Only  those  two  feet 
are  necessary,  for  there  is  a  triangle 
of  sraooth  water  extending  three  feet 
out  from  the  rock,  and  into  this  he 
struggles,  victorious.  A  few  easy  strokes 
and  he  is  able  to  climb  upon  his  haven  ; 
and,  shaking  the  water  out  of  his  hair, 
he  calmly  begins  to  haul  in  the  cord  to 
get  the  main  rope. 

When  he  has  this  the  others  of  the 
crew  cling  to  it  while  he  draws  them 
through  the  water  to  the  second  foot- 
hold, where  they  then  pull  up  the  canoe. 

This  operation  is  repeated  many  times 
through  the  rapid,  though  it  is  not  nec- 
essary for  every  advance,  as  the  water 
is  often  shallow  enough  for  the  men  to 
wade. 

Night  was  almost  on  them  when 
Jones'  "bucks"  reached  the  head  of 
the  rapid,  but  they  paddled  on  to  the 
foot  of  the  Little  Abouya  Mallali,  over  a 
stretch  of  rapid  but  clear  water,  before 
resting.  It  was  Jones'  idea  that  if  he 
could  make  that  point  before  camping 
he  would  have  the  way  blocked  securely 
and  could  keep  Thompson  behind  him 
as  he  chose,  avoiding  a  test  of  strength 
in  pulling  over  the  rough  water,  where 
Thompson's  brawny  giants  would  have 
had  an  advantage.  Dinner  was  cooked 
in  the  canoe  when  it  was  tied  up,  and 
all  slept  in  it.  There  was  to  be  no  com- 
fortable sleeping  in  hammocks  at  that 
stage  of  the  game  for  Jones'  crew.  In- 
dians take  things  as  they  come  along. 
If  they  do  not  come  along  it  is  about 
the  same  to  them. 

Thompson's  blacks  had  slung  their 
hammocks  at  the  regular  camp  at  the 
foot  of  Itaca  Falls,  had  a  good  dinner, 
and  were  preparing  for  a  good  night's 
sleep.  They  were  dejected,  because 
they  seemed  to  be  out  of  the  race — at  the 


very  beginning  at  that — and  they  had 
been  promised  a  "  mora  leaf  "  extra  for 
every  man  if  they  won.  They  ate  their 
salt  fish,  rice  cooked  with  lard,  and 
plantains,  grumbling.  Thompson  was 
not  eating  much,  but  was  talking  to  his 
captain  and  bowman.  He  wanted  them 
to  do  something  they  did  not  care  about. 
The  discvission  was  protracted.  Finally 
Thompson  said  : 

"  Me  giveum  two  buckman's  guns, 
same  like  bacra  (white  man)  ;  gottem 
two  bowels.  No  do  she  (it )  no  winner, 
no  gettum  gun,  no  gettum  extra  mora 
leaf." 

The  Indians  said  they  would  not,  and 
went  to  eat.  Thompson  got  into  his  ham- 
mock to  wait.  He  understood  the  Indian 
nature  and  the  power  of  the  bribe.  The 
"  bucks  "  got  through  eating  and  started 
to  smoke.  The  negroes  were  telling 
ghost  stories.  Thompson  lighted  a  pipe 
and  kept  on  waiting.  Finally  the  cap- 
tain came  over  to  him. 

"  How  much  thing  for  niakeum  shoot 
giveum  buckman  ?  " 

"  Hundred  cartridges." 

"Go  when  moon  come." 

"  All  right." 

And  the  "  bucks  "  got  into  their  ham- 
mocks and  went  to  sleep. 

Thompson  went  over  to  the  fire  of  his 
ciew.  "I'm  going  up  Itaca  Falls  and 
Little  Abouya  Mallali  to-night  when 
the  moon  comes  out ;  I  want  you  to  win 
the  extra  mora  leaf." 

There  was  a  short  silence.  No  one 
had  ever  gone  up  the  rapids  at  night. 
Black  men  like  precedent.  But  that 
mora  leaf  !  One  man — Thompson  had 
saved  his  life  a  few  months  before — 
raised  a  shout,  and  the  rest  joined  in. 
They  would  go. 

"  I  want  you  to  go  to  sleep  now  ;  I'll 
wake  you  up  when  the  moon  comes." 

They  talked  a  great  deal,  but  went  to 
their  hammocks,  and  in  half  an  hour  all 
was  quiet.  Thompson  lay  silently  smok- 
ing and  watching  over  the  tree-tops  for 
the  moon,  while  the  camp-fire  burned 
down  slowly.  Frogs  croaked  and  bel- 
lowed and  hammered  away  till  their  in- 
cessant noise  seemed  part  of  the  silence 
of  the  night.  A  branch,  rotted  away, 
dropped  and  went  crashing  down,  catch- 
ing on  limb  after  limb  till  it  struck  the 
leaf-padded  ground  with  a  soft  thud. 
It  woke  up  a  flock  of  howling  baboons, 
which  made  the  night  gruesome  talking 
to  one  another  in  voices  of  bull-frogs, 


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OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


only  a  hundred  times  magnified,  till  a 
signal  from  their  leader  put  a  stop  to 
their  meeting.     Then  silence  fell. 


Jones,  sleeping  uncomfortably  on  the 
pile  of  baggage  in  his  canoe  about  three 
o'clock  next  morning,  heard  a  voice  say  : 

"  Me  God  !  " 

Jones  sat  up  and  stared  at  the  dark- 
ness. No  one  but  a  negro,  and  a  British 
Guiana  negro,  could  give  the  accent  he 
had  heard.  He  rubbed  his  eyes,  and 
finally  made  out  a  black  object  in  the 
foaming  waters  of  the  Little  Abouya 
Mallali.  Thompson  was  too  far  away, 
and  the  water  was  making  too  much 
noise  for  him  to  make  out  what  Jones 
said,  and  the  "bucks"  did  not  under- 
stand idiomatic  English  well  enough  to 
tell  about  it  afterward. 

When  the  race  started  next  morn- 
ing Jones  was  struggling  up  the  Little 
Abouya  Mallali,  and  Thompson's  blacks 
were  wrestling  with  the  Big  Abouya 
Mallali  far  ahead.  The  damage  was 
done.  His  dusky  gods  were  in  the  lead, 
and  their  strength  could  not  be  matched 
or  hindered  by  the  Indians  in  this  work. 
It  seemed  very  one-sided  and  very  un- 
interesting to  Jones  now. 

His  only  chance  lay  in  keeping  on  as 
hard  as  he  could  and  trying  to  make  up 
with  the  paddle,  in  the  stretches  of  clear 
water,  what  he  had  lost.  But  a  negro  is 
not  so  very  far  behind  an  Indian  in  his 
paddling  when  he  is  winning  a  race. 
There  was  no  doubt  about  Thompson's 
men  being  at  the  winning  end  of  that 
race  at  that  moment.  If  things  had 
been  reversed  they  would  have  loafed, 
complained  of  the  sun,  and  got  the 
fever.  But  Jones'  red  men  had  smiled 
at  the  boat  going  by  in  the  dark,  and 
went  on  at  daylight  next  morning  as 
though  their  position  had  not  changed. 
When  they  reached  the  foot  of  the  Big 
Abouya  Mallali,  Thompson  was  not  in 
sight,  but  there  was  a  note  on  one  of  the 
rocks  which  said  that  he  would  see 
Jones  on  the  way  down.  Also  he  left 
some  tobacco  for  Jones  to  console  him- 
self with,  though  he  knew  the  latter  did 
not  smoke. 

Jones  got  into  the  water  with  his  In- 
dians and  said  nothing.  There  was  no 
sight  or  sound  of  Thompson,  but  there 
was  a  long  stretch  of  smooth  water  be- 
fore the  Itaballi  Falls  could  be  reached, 
and    possibly    Jones'    "bucks"    might 


catch  the  negroes  at  them.  The  regu- 
lar second-day  camp  was  there. 

Over  them  he  must  go  before  dark. 
He  struck  up  the  stroke  a  little,  the  In- 
dians following  him,  for  they  will  not 
be  beaten  in  their  own  work  by  a  white 
man  ;  and,  knowing  that  he  was  pad- 
dling faster  than  Thompson,  had  hopes 
of  finding  his  opponent  in  camp  there. 

But  luck  was  dead  against  him.  Ita- 
balli Falls  is  not  a  pretty  one  to  go  up, 
but  it  is  nice  to  look  at.  One  of  his  In- 
dians had  the  main  line  pulled  from  his 
grasp  when  they  were  all  but  through 
it,  and  was  swept  back  by  the  angry 
water.  If  the  man  had  not  been  an  In- 
dian an  alligator  might  have  had  a  feast 
lower  down  ;  being  an  Indian,  he  knew 
what  he  was  about,  swam  down  into  a 
back-eddy  and  got  upon  the  rock  he 
should  have  been  dashed  against.  This 
meant  dropping  the  boat  back  so  many 
yards  and  doing  the  work  all  over  again. 
It  was  the  loss  of  half  an  hour.  The 
Indians  were  frightened  and  would  camp 
at  the  head  of  the  rapids — and  did. 

Thompson  in  the  meantime  was  keep- 
ing up  the  spirits  of  his  negro  crew 
with  "  schnaps  "  of  rum,  and  that  night 
broke  the  record  by  camping  at  Comac- 
ca  Hole,  where,  by  the  aid  of  the  natives 
he  caught  fresh  fish  in  the  hole  below 
Crab  Falls,  and  afterward  edified  the 
blacks  bypotting  an  alligatorthrough  the 
eye  at  one  hundred  yards  to  keep  up  their 
confidence  in  him.  As  the  Crab  Falls 
was  the  last  fall,  and  the  rest  would  be 
all  paddling,  he  wanted  them  to  be  in- 
vigorated and  fresh;  tinned  beef  was 
also  given  them.  You  can  drive  a  ne- 
gro if  you  keep  him  in  good  spirits,  but 
the  trouble  is  you  have  to  drive  him, 
for  his  natural  inclination  is  to  loaf,  and 
to  pay  more  attention  to  singing  than 
paddling.  The  crew  got  up  fresh  next 
morning  and  almost  carried  the  boat 
over  the  rapids. 

4=  «  #  # 

Indians  are  never  "stale,"  and  they 
will  follow  if  they  have  confidence  in 
their  leader.  They  always  test  a  man 
before  having  confidence  in  him.  Many 
come,  but  few  are  chosen.  Jones  was 
one  of  the  few.  He  went  over  Crab 
Falls  at  breakfast-time,  with  the  consol- 
ing news  at  Comacca  Hole  that  he  was 
half  a  day  behind. 

Once  over  Crab  Falls,  it  was  clear 
paddling.  But  it  was  on,  and  on,  and 
on.     Knock,  knock,  knock    the  paddles 


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tapped  with  the  monotony  of  a  Water- 
bnry  watch,  and  Jones  was  still  making 
a  stroke  that  was  just  a  little  better  than 
the  all-day  Indian  swing. 

There  was  no  stop,  no  lost  strokes  of 
more  than  one  man  at  a  time,  during 
the  light.  Once  in  a  while  one  man 
would  take  occasion  to  wet  the  handle 
of  his  paddle,  or  take  a  long  drink  from 
the  river — both  being  condemned  by 
our  paddlers  at  home  during  hard  hours. 
Jones  lost  weight  and  so  did  the  Indians. 
They  said  nothing  ;  neither  did  Jones. 
The  stray  Indians  they  met  told  them 
that  they  were  gaining  ;  but  they  were 
long,  unmerciful  days  with  the  terrible 
tropical  sun,  made  more  oppressive  by 
the  reflection  from  the  white  tarpaulin 
over  the  baggage. 

On  the  fifth  day  they  turned  into  Po- 
taro  River,  and  they  were  only  one  hour 
behind.  An  hour  later  a  faint  singing 
was  heard,  and  the  "  bucks  "  paused  for 
a  stroke  with  their  paddles  raised,  to 
listen,  and  they  smiled.  The  song  was 
very  plain  :  "  Potaro,  Potaro,  Potaro 
cose,  cose  gold." 

"  Blackman  paddle-paddle  too  much 
with  the  mouth  !  "  The  bowman  made 
this  remark,  and  started  to  work  again, 
the  others  following  suit. 

Afternoon  came,  and  all  the  time  the 
shouts  from  Thompson's  blacks  grew 
more  distinct,  till,  finally,  rounding  a 
curve,  Jones  caught  sight  of  his  oppo- 
nent only  half  a  mile  ahead.  Thomp- 
son happened  to  turn  around  just  at  that 
time  and  saw  him.  The  Indians  gained 
no  more.  Thompson's  Africans  were 
not  fresh  exactly,  but  were  well  within 
themselves,  and  ready  for  the  word  to 
spurt. 

Tamatamari  Falls  were  reached  and 
the  relative  position  of  the  two  canoes 
had  not  changed.  Try  as  he  would,  Jones 
could  not  get  his  stocky  "bucks"  to 
make  up  the  difference.  The  Tamata- 
mari Falls  are  impassable.  Usually  ca- 
noes are  left  at  the  foot,  the  baggage 
carried  around  and  other  canoes  pro- 
cured at  the  top,  though  there  is  a  roller 
portage  if  one  wishes  to  use  it.  The 
agreement  was  that  the  man  who  got 
there  first  should  leave  his  card  at  the 
end  of  the  portage,  and  the  other  was  to 
carry  it  down. 

Jones  picked  up  Thompson's  card  half 
an  hour  after  the  latter  had  left  it.  He 
had  to  carry  the  card  down.  The  up- 
goal  had  been  reached.    The  rest  of  the 


journey  would  be  down!  down!  down! 
"  No  more  camps,  no  more  stops  ;  for- 
ty hoiirs  to  Bartica.  Are  you  going  to 
beat  that  other  boat  down  ? "  Jones 
asked  of  his  red  men. 

His  captain  answered  :  "  Blackman 
know  the  way  pretty  well.  Mr.  Thomp- 
son pretty  good  bacra.     Don'  know." 

Half  an  hour's  lead  on  an  elongated 
toboggan  slide  means  as  much  as  three 
hours  on  the  level.  Jones  plied  his 
paddle  with  all  the  strength  that  had 
been  given  him  by  his  years  of  "  bush  " 
work.  His  men  admired  his  big  mus- 
cles and,  most  of  all,  his  pluck.  If  the 
excitement  of  going  up  had  been  great, 
the  excitement  of  coming  down  was 
five  hundred  per  cent,  greater,  and  this 
had  its  effect  even  on  the  "bucks,"  who 
sometimes  grinned  and  said,  "  Hi  !  " 

If  the  men  in  the  losing  boat  were 
a  bit  worked  up,  they  would  not  have 
been  noticed  in  comparison  with 
Thompson's  giants.  The  early  part  of 
the  run  to  the  first  falls — Crab  Falls — was 
like  the  first  push-off  on  an  ordinary 
toboggan  slide  ;  and  the  negroes  worked 
themselves  iip  with  songs  preparatory 
to  the  first  plunge,  using  a  new  stroke, 
the  blades  being  twirled  over  the  heads 
of  the  pullers  in  time  to  their  song. 

"  Into  de  brandy,  boys  ;  into  de 
brandy,"  was  the  shout  as  the  high  bow 
of  the  canoe  overlapped  the  green  line  ; 
and  the  paddles  flickered  through  the 
air,  keeping  the  stroke  as  though  shov- 
ing solid  water,  for  the  paddles  must 
be  moving  as  she  strikes  or  she  will  be 
sucked  back  beneath  the  frothing  tor- 
rent. 

Once  over,  the  paddles  work  like  ma- 
chinery for  half  a  mile — like  fast  ma- 
chinery, so  high  is  the  nerve  tension 
screwed.  Every  man  of  Thompson's 
blacks  was  making  remarks  intended  to 
be  humorous,  and  shouting  and  laugh- 
ing and  singing  all  at  one  time. 
Thompson  was  shouting,  too;  you  must 
shout ;  it  is  contagious  ! 

Jones  and  his  "bucks"  were  still  al- 
most half  an  hour  behind,  for  it  is  the 
hardest  of  hard  things  to  gain  upon  a 
canoeful  of  negroes  when  going  back  to 
town — a  winning  crew,  extra  pay  at  the 
other  end,  a  stove-pipe  hat  to  get  and  a 
red  dress  for  the  "yaller  gal." 

In  the  main  channel  Thompson  made 
drops  of  from  three  to  seven  feet,  sheer " 
down,   but   Jones  went    by    a   channel 
where  all  was  falls  and  mill-race  water 


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with  one  drop  of  ten  feet  and  a  sharp 
bend  in  front  of  it,  giving  the  canoe  an 
inclination  to  go  over  sideways.  Hid- 
den rocks  were  dodged.,  around,  the  ex- 
posed ones  shot  by,  while  the  water 
hissed,  and  all  the  time  half  of  the  crew 
were  kept  busy  bailing.  Once  the  water 
came  over  the  bow. 

Jones  was  not  thinking  of  the  danger. 
"  Would  they  make  up  the  difference  ?" 
— that  was  his  question.  As  they  shot 
into  the  open  and  into  the  quieter  water, 
he  saw  that  he  had  not  done  so.  Thomp- 
son was  still  ahead — a  full  half  mile. 
The  captain  said  something  to  his  men 
in  their  native  language.  They  settled 
down  to  a  stroke  which  Jones  had  never 
before  seen  an  Indian  attempt. 

Thompson  had  thought  his  victory 
assured,  and  so  had  his  negroes.  The 
latter  lost  their  stroke  as  soon  as  they 
heard  Jones'  yell,  which  he  let  go  as 
soon  as  he  sighted  them.  Inaagine  the 
effect  of  seeing  an  opponent,  who  you 
thought  was  away  behind,  right  on  your 
heels.  Thompson  collected  his  men, 
started  a  new  song,  and  the  race  was  on 
again.  But  the  black  men's  hearts  were 
not  in  the  right  place — they  worked  too 
hard.  Jones  gained  slowly  ;  the  main 
thing  was,  he  gained. 

It  was  a  long  pull  yet  to  Bartica,  and 
was  any  man's  race,  but  the  naked 
natives  had  made  up  their  minds  to 
show  that  their  race  was  superior  to 
that  of  the  blacks,  who  were  so  foolish 
as  to  live  in  the  hot  cities  of  the  white 
men.  The  stroke  they  had  hit  up  as 
they  had  sighted  the  leading  boat  re- 
mained the  same  while  they  rounded 
bend  after  bend  and  gained  inch  by 
inch,  foot  by  foot,  upon  the  negroes,  who 
were  now  working  frantically. 

The  Indians  got  up  within  a  stone's 
throw  of  the  giants,  but  then  Thompson 
urged  his  men  to  spurt — talked  to  them 
of  guns  and  stove-pipe  hats  and  mora 
leaves.  Then  he  sang  his  wildest  song, 
and  they  responded,  yelling,  straining, 
till  their  eyes  rolled  and  the  sweat  ran 
from  them  and  over  the  bottom  of  the 
boat  in  little  streams — and  the  other  boat 
did  not  gain  for  two  hundred  yards. 

But  there  was  something  terrifying 
about  the  silence  of  the  natives — about 
the  distinct  and  regular  knocking  of  their 
paddles  against  the  sides  of  their  boat. 
It  terrified  the  negroes,  and  the  gap  be- 
tween the  two  canoes  narrowed  till  they 
paddled  side  by  side. 


Thompson  was  paddling,  but  he  had 
to  give  his  best  attention  to  singing  and 
exhorting  his  giants  ;  it  was  Jones  who 
was  under  the  strain.  The  many  hours 
of  steady  work,  keeping  pace — and  such 
a  pace — with  men  who  had  all  their  lives 
been  at  it,  had  made  him  so  tired  that 
only  one  man  in  five  thousand  is  more 
so  in  a  lifetime.  The  new  stroke  was 
killing  ;  ever}''  sinew  in  his  exhausted 
body  ached — ached  so  that  he  had  to 
bite  his  lips  to  keep  from  crying  out 
with  every  effort.  He  had  a  clear  idea 
of  only  one  thing,  and  that  was  he 
wanted  to  pass  the  other  boat. 

The  pain  had  grown  as  his  "  bucks  " 
had  gained,  and  now  he  felt  that  he  must 
stop,  and  he  felt  that  he  must  go  on  or 
his  men  might  stop,  too.  Then  the  time 
for  stopping  passed,  and  he  was  working 
on  like  a  machine  ;  he  felt  that  to  change 
the  position  of  his  aching  muscles  would 
cause  more  pain  than  making  them  go 
on.  Then  his  arms  seemed  to  become 
insensate,  and  he  watched  them  working 
on  with  a  strong,  steady  force  that  he 
could  not  realize  ;  they  seemed  moved 
by  a  power  other  than  his  own. 

He  looked  up  and  saw  Thompson 
shouting  frantically  to  his  negroes,  and 
realized  that  he  might  be  winning.  He 
said  "  Good-by "  to  his  opponent  and 
then  forgot  him — was  wondering  what 
would  happen  when  they  reached  the 
end  ;  wondered  if  his  arms  would  stop 
then  ;  was  terrified  ;  wanted  to  give  up, 
but  was  afraid  to  try. 

Bartica  was  in  sight.  The  black  men 
cursed  the  red,  cursed  their  mothers  and 
fathers  and  sisters — and  the  "  bucks  " 
answered  nothing.  The  blacks  spurted, 
strained  till  their  eye-balls  started  and 
the  kink  of  their  hair  loosened.  They 
held  on,  neck  and  neck,  for  a  hundred 
yards,  but  could  not  shake  off  the  In- 
dians. Thompson's  boat  was  nearly  fin- 
ished. Inch  by  inch  the  reds  crept  ahead ; 
two  feet  to  the  good  and  they  shot  clear 
— the  blacks  had  given  up. 

Jones  saw  the  landing  ahead  of  him 
and  knew  that  he  had  won  ;  the  paddle 
slipped  from  his  hands.  Turning,  he  saw 
the  other  boat,  two  hundred  yards  be- 
hind, and  he  sank  back,  fainting,  into 
the  arms  of  his  captain. 

The  victory  for  the  reds  over  the 
blacks  was  next  day — the  former  started 
for  their  village  at  daylight ;  the  negroes 
were  too  tired  even  to  spend  the 
money  they  had  earned. 


WIlD-GOAT 


OMSAi^TA 


HUWlMQ 


CATAllMA 


BY   DE  WITT  C.   LOCKWOOD. 


"O 


UICK,  Jack  ;  there  they  go  ! 
You  take  the  black  and  I'll 
take  the  gray." 

As  a  matter  of  fact,  we  did 
not  take  either,  for  the  entire  band  of 
vari- colored  goats  decamped  as  though 
swept  by  a  cyclone. 

When  the  smoke  from  our  rifles 
cleared  we  looked  about  in  all  direc- 
tions, but  there  was  no  sign  of  the  ani- 
mals anywhere.  We  concluded  to  con- 
ceal ourselves,  however,  and  seeking 
cover  behind  a  group  of  tallow  trees 
close  at  hand,  we  awaited  developments. 
In  all  probability  the  scattered  herd 
would  present  a  solid  front  to  us  some- 
where, with  a  possible  chance  of  our 
being  able  to  close  in  upon  them. 

Just  as  we  had  despaired  of  sighting 
them  again,  the  sturdy  sentinel  of  the 
herd  shot  out  on  a  green  mesa  across 
the  canon.  Even  from  our  distant  out- 
look we  could  see  that  the  animal  was 
unusually  excited.  He  jumped  about  in 
a  spasmodic  way  as  though  somebody 
was  sticking  pins  in  him,  while  from 
time  to  time  he  paused  in  his  absurd 
gyrations  long  enough  to  project  his 
head  at  an  abnormal  length  in  all  direc- 
tions for  sight  or  sound  of  the  enemy. 
His  conclusions  were  evidently  of  an 
unfavorable  nature,  for  he  soon  darted 
off  to  one  side  and  disappeared  in  the 
bush. 

This  was  certainly  discouraging — for 
the  enemy. 

Almost  from  the  moment  my  chum 
and  I  had  first  set  foot  in  California  we 
had  listened  to  tales  of  wild-goat  hunt- 
ing on  Santa  Catalina.  Having  arrived 
in  Los  Angeles,  we  lost  no  time  in  find- 


ing our  way  to  the  celebrated  island, 
which  lies  some  twenty  miles  off  the 
coast;  and  now,  having  eschewed  guides, 
we  found  ourselves,  after  a  most  labo- 
rious journey,  four  miles  or  more  from 
Avalon,  the  one  town  the  island  boasts, 
and  had  come  upon  our  game  only  to 
lose  it. 

What  a  tramp  ours  had  been  !  Imag- 
ine a  region  of  mountains  which,  dur- 
ing some  convulsion  in  ages  agone,  had 
been  tossed  into  the  sea,  bottom  upper- 
most, the  exposed  area  forming  a  series 
of  razor  -  back  ridges  and  precipitous 
canons,  affording  a  most  precarious 
foothold  for  the  ambitious  sportsman. 
Add  to  this  discouraging  topography, 
enormous  patches  of  bristling,  impene- 
trable cacti,  with  acres  upon  acres  of 
pin-oak,  manzanita,  and  Mexican  grease- 
bush. 

Such  is  the  goat  country  of  Catalina  ; 
and  a  far  drearier  aspect  than  words 
can  convey  did  the  region  present  to  us 
on  our  f^rst  morning's  outing. 

Finally  Jack  the  Hopeful  suggested 
that  the  day  was  far  from  spent.  Later 
on  the  animals  would  surely  come  out 
to  feed,  when  we  should  doubtless  have 
all  the  sport  we  wanted.  Meanwhile 
we  had  better  be  getting  something  to 
eat. 

So  we  had  our  luncheon  under  a  blos- 
soming elder,  and  when  the  important 
function  was  over,  smoked  our  pipes  of 
contentment. 

We  were  close  to  Black  Jack  Mount- 
ain, a  favorite  resort  of  the  goats  ;  and 
while  keeping  a  sharp  lookout  for  game, 
we  had  time  to  study  the  long 
canon  with  its  low  green  chaparral  and 


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occasional  group  of  lofty  cottonwood, 
and  so  on  to  the  sea. 

It  was  three  o'clock  before  we  real- 
ized it,  and  we  made  hasty  preparations 
to  retrace  our  steps  over  the  trail  to 
Avalon. 

We  had  about  given  up  hopes  of 
seeing  any  game,  so  I  was  very  much 
astonished  as  we  plunged  into  a  grove 
of  small  live-oaks  to  come  face  to  face 
with  as  fine  a  black  billy  as  one  would 
wish  to  see. 

It  is  hard  to  say  whether  I  or  the 
goat  was  the  more  startled  by  the  un- 
looked-for encounter.  For  the  space  of 
several  heart-beats  we  stood  glaring  at 
each  other,  and  for  one  of  us  the  delay 
was  fatal.  At  first  I  thought  I  was  the 
one,  for  a  stunning  report  suddenly 
sounded  close  to  my  left  ear.  Billy 
dropped  in  his  tracks,  while  Jack  was 
the  hero  of  the  hour. 

The  prospect  of  packing  a  limp  car- 
cass back  over  the  trail  was  not  to  be 
thought  of,  and  we  finally  concluded  to 
stow  it  away  in  the  branches  of  an  oak 
until  the  morrow,  when  reinforced  by  a 
couple  of  burros  we  could  easily  re- 
cover it. 

Our  adventures  for  the  day  were  not 
yet  ended.  A  short  distance  further  on 
we  came  upon  a  small  band  of  goats, 
which  at  sight  of  us  paused  for  a  mo- 
ment and  then  swept  down  the  canon 
like  an  animated  avalanche. 

I  picked  off  a  small  kid,  which  I  se- 
cured without  difficulty,  and  after  I  had 
slung  him  across  my  shoulders  we  con- 
tinued on  our  way. 

We  had  proceeded  without  special 
incident  until  we  were  probably  two 
miles  from  Avalon,  when  a  most  remark- 
able thing  occurred.  It  not  only  filled 
us  with  amazement  but  seemed  at  first 
to  be  linked  with  the  supernatural.  For 
some  time  a  bank  of  fog  had  been  roll- 
ing in  and  filling  us  with  a  small  meas- 
ure of  alarm  as  we  had  heard  a  story  of 
a  young  man  who  lost  his  way  on  the 
island  and  would  have  perished  except 
for  timely  succor. 

The  fog  grew  denser.  It  poured  into 
all  the  depressions  and  rolled  in  vol- 
umes far  down  the  canons.  It  rose 
higher  and  higher,  gradually  envelop- 
ing the  mountain  tops,  until  at  last  the 
only  bit  of  the  island  visible,  with  the 
exception  of  our  immediate  foothold, 
was  the  irregular,  bow-shaped  summit 
of  Laurina  Peak. 


Almost  unconsciously  our  eyes  be- 
came riveted  upon  this  area  of  fast- 
receding  earth  as  though  it  were  about 
to  pass  from  our  gaze  forever. 

In  another  moment  we  started  in 
amazement  as  a  band  of  goats  suddenly 
presented  itself,  fantastically  outlined 
against  the  dull  gray  sky. 

"  Five — ten — twenty,"  counted  Jack, 
excitedly.  "  By  Jove  ;  there  are  hun- 
dreds of  them  !  " 

Along  the  rugged  peak  they  clam- 
bered, leaping  swiftly  from  rock  to  rock, 
scaling  the  steep  inclines,  now  singly 
and  again  a  half-dozen  or  more  together. 

There  were  snow-white  goats  and 
coal-black  goats  ;  goats  of  brown,  and 
yellow,  and  terra- cotta  ;  striped  goats, 
spotted  goats  and  tricolored  goats,  all 
cavorting  up  there  in  cloudland.  At 
times  the  fog  seemed  to  rise  and  fall 
in  mighty  swells  like  the  sea,  and  as 
the  foremost  animals  disappeared  from 
view  they  presented  the  ludicrous  ap- 
pearance of  making  playful  plunges 
into  the  surf. 

The  remarkable  spectacle  was  visible 
for  a  few  moments  only,  for  the  thick 
veil  rose  still  higher  until  the  entire 
scene  vanished  like  a  mirage  from  our 
sight. 

The  goats  are  wonderful  climbers, 
and  inhabit,  as  a  rule,  the  most  inacces- 
sible places.  Near  what  is  known  as 
Pebble  Beach,  a  rocky  cliff  rises  sheer 
fifteen  hundred  feet  above  the  water  ; 
and  from  the  deck  of  a  steamer  or 
launch  one  can  often  see  a  band  of  goats 
scaling  the  almost  perpendicular  heights 
with  all  the  ease  and  agility  of  a  fly  on 
a  pane  of  glass. 

The  meat  of  the  adult  goat  is  tough 
and  ill- flavored,  but  the  kids  afford 
most  excellent  eating,  certain  portions 
of  them  not  infrequently  finding  their 
way  into  hotel  dining-rooms  under  the 
more  tempting  pseudonym  of  "  lamb 
chops." 

The  hair  is  coarse  and  of  uneven 
length,  as  a  rule,  although  occasionally 
an  animal  is  found  with  fleecy  long  hair 
or  wool  much  like  that  of  the  Rocky 
Mountain  goat.  The  horns  of  the  male 
are  either  j  et  black  or  dull  brown  in  color. 
They  take  on  a  splendid  polish,  and  are 
much  prized  as  souvenirs  of  the  chase. 

It  is  estimated  that  there  are  10,000 
goats  on  the  island  to-day — enough,  at 
any  rate,  to  afford  abundant  sport  for 
Catalina  visitors  for  many  years  to  come. 


OuTiNG's  Monthly  Review 


OF 


A^AATEUR   SPORTS  AND  PASTIMES. 


GOLF. 


F 


O  R  the  coming 
season  the  first 
step  toward  an 
international 
team-match  has  been 
taken.  We  are  to  play 
a  team-match  against 
the  Canadians  some 
time  this  summer. 
Just  how  the  team  is 
to  be  chosen,  and 
where  the  match  is 
to  be  played,  has  not 
yet  been  decided. 
Perhaps  no  better 
way  can  be  devised 
than  to  leave  the 
choice  of  players  to 
three  men  :  one  from 
Chicago,  one  from 
Boston,  and  one  from 
the  Metropolitan  Golf 
Association,  which  in- 
cludes Philadelphia. 
Whatever  plan  is 
adopted  we  have  every  confidence  in  the  officers 
of  the  golf  association,  and  when  they  have 
chosen  the  ten  men  to  represent  us  against 
Canada,  we  are  convinced  that  they  will  have 
picked  a  thoroughly  representative  team.  May 
we  venture  to  hope  that  geography,  the  bane 
of  our  national  politics,  will  have  nothing  to 
do  with  the  matter  ;  that  is  to  say,  if  all  ten 
men  come  from  one  section  of  the  country, 
or  from  one  State,  or  even  from  one  club,  let 
that  weigh  as  nothing  What  we  ought  to 
have  is  the  best  team  of  ten  men,  whether 
those  ten  men  all  come  from  one  club,  or  two 
clubs,  or  ten  clubs.  Let  us  not  play  our  games, 
or  subordinate  our  choice,  to  a  question  of  sops 
to  this  section  and  that  section,  this  club  and 
that  club.  It  would  not  be  a  bad  idea  to  pick 
the  team,  or  part  of  the  team,  early  in  the  sea- 
son, and,  if  possible,  arrange  a  few  matches  for 
them  against  some  of  the  different  club  teams, 
and  thus  get  a  line  on  their  abilities.     Men  go 


MISS    BEATRIX    HOYT, 
LADY    CHAMPION,   '96-'97 


and  come  very  rapidly.  At  golf,  a  good  man 
last  year  may  not  be  a  good  man  this,  and  so  on. 

The  fixtures  for  this  year  thus  far  are : 
The  amateur  championship  at  Morristown,  with 
the  best  32  men  to  play  match  play  36  holes,  the 
32  to  be  chosen  after  36  holes  medal  play.  This 
will  make  the  test  as  it  should  be,  one  of  en- 
durance and  all-round  good  golf,  for  no  man 
who  is  not  a  first-rate  golfer  will  be  able  to 
stand  such  a  strain  as  this  involves.  There  is 
little  chance  for  luck,  or  accident,  in  day  after 
day  of  36-hole  matches. 

The  professional  or  open  championship,  goes 
to  Boston,  and  is  72  holes  medal  play.  The 
women's  championship  goes  to  Ardsley. 

It  is  not  out  of  place  to  write  a  word  or  two 
of  warning  to  golfers  generally  at  this  the  be- 
ginning of  another  season.  We  must  have  no 
more  scandals  on  the  links.  There  has  been 
more  mercy  than  justice  shown  on  one  or  two 
occasions  to  offenders  against  both  the  eti- 
quette and  the  honor  of  the  game.  It  should 
not  be  necessary  to  make  an  example  of  a 
player,  and  we  trust  that  this  will  not  happen. 
But  it  cannot  surely  be  pleasant  to  us  to  read 
letters  from  the  British-bred  players  amongst 
us   suggesting   that   certain   infringements    of 


J.    A.    TYNG,    AT   TOP   OF    SWING. 


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the  rules  err  almost  as  much  on  the  side  of  get- 
ting the  advantage  as  on  the  score  of  ignorance. 
Ignorance  is  no  excuse  in  law,  or  in  golf.  It 
will  be  pity  indeed  if  we  cannot  learn  to  play 
for  sport,  and  not  for  victory,  and  to  take  our 
defeats  and  victories  aUke,  with  good  temper 
and  in  good  part.  A  good  golfer  is  known 
quite  as  much  by  his  demeanor  in  defeat  as  by 
the  number  of  his  victories.  A  man  whose 
happiness,  or  whose  reputation,  depends  upon 
his  winning  at  golf,  or  at  any  other  sport,  is  no 
longer  either  an  amateur  or  a  sportsman  ;  he 
becomes  at  once  a  professional— at  heart  at 
least— and  that  disgrace  to  every  game,  "a 
sport "  ! 

It  is  not  -unlikely  that  in  the  coming  year  we 
shall  see  something  of  a  lessening  in  the  gen- 
eral interest  in  golf.  Many  people  have  taken 
up  with  the  game  through  sheer  willingness  to 
be  carried  along  by  the  strong  current  of  the 
last  two  years  in  its  favor.  Again,  for  the  last 
few  years  we  have  been  suffering  from  reduced 
incomes  all  around.  Men,  and  women,  too, 
who  went  m  for  the  more  expensive  recreations 
—driving,  riding,  shooting,  yachting,  traveling 
—turned  easily' to  golf  and  the  bicycle.  _  We 
have  more  money  now,  and  the  result  will  be 
that  many  who  have  had  only  a  lukewarm  in- 
terest in  golf  will  go  back  to  their  old  loves. 
The  natural  reaction  will  soon  take  place,  and 
only  those  who  thoroughly  enjoy  the  game  will 
continue  to  take  an  enthusiastic  interest  in  it. 
The  very  large  expenditures  upon  new  links 
and  the  enlarging  of  old  ones,  upon  profes- 
sional teachers  and  club-makers,  have  put  us  on 
a  footing  where  a  large  sum  in  interest  must 
be  paid  upon  capital  invested  in  the  first  flush 
of  enthusiasm  in  and  for  the  game.  All  this 
should  be  taken  into  consideration  by  those 
who  are  heaping  up  these  liabilities,  for  a  day 
of  reckoning  is  sure  to  come.  Not  that  the 
game  will  ever  lack  enthusiastic  supporters  ;  on 
the  contrary,  each  year  will  increase  the  num- 
ber of  genuine  disciples  of  the  game  ;  but  we  are 
inclined  to  believe  that  until  the  game  has  set- 
tled into  its  proper  place  of  relative  interest  we 
should  go  a  little  more  slowly.  There  was  not 
enough  room  last  year  for  all  who  wanted  to 
play,  but  a  good  many  of  these  novices  will  fall 
away  in  a  year  or  two,  and  then  some  of  our 
aunierous  golf  clubs  will  find  themselves  with 
an  unwieldy  financial  burden  to  carry. 

As  we  have  said  before  in  these  columns,  golf 
is  not  a  game  for  boys.  They  should  be  at  some 
^tter  business,  like  football,  baseball,  riding, 
shooting,  tennis,  learning  to  handle  a  boat,  or 
sparring,  and  we  sincerely  hope  that  the  mas- 
ters of  our  large  boys'  schools  will  not  encour- 
age golf  among  thei-  growing  lads.  It  may  be 
played  by  them  occasionally,  ovfanie  de  mieux, 
but  it  ought  not  to  become  one  of  their  princi- 
pal sports.  At  the  English  public  schools  golf 
E.  not  encouraged  among  the  boys — in  some  it 
•B  altogether  forbidden — but  they  are  kept  to 
iheir  cricket,  football  and  rowing.  The  golfing 
age  comes  soon  enough,  and  the  longer  we  can 
stave  it  off,  the  better.  Golf  is  a  fine  sport 
lor  any  man,  but  these  other  sports  can  only  be 
enjoyed  in  youth,  when  bones  are  not  brittle 
and  muscles  are  elastic,  and  they  should  not  be 
aeglected  for  a  game  that  can  be  taken  up  later 
©n  with  all  the  more  relish  that  it  is  compara- 
tively new.     We  can  spoil  our  taste  for  a  game 


very  readily  by  going  into  it  heels-over-head, 
and  this  we  have  been  inclined  to  do.  There  is 
talk  of  a  tournament  for  school-boys,  and  soon, 
no  doubt,  some  one  will  invent  a  putting-green 
for  the  nursery  ;  but  let  us  make  haste  slowly 
and  leave  our  lads  to  their  appropriate  games, 
and  let  golf  gradually  and  surely  find  its  proper 
place  among  our  out-of-door  sports.  There  is 
such  a  thing  as  staleness  at  golf,  as  at  other 
games,  and  this  running  from  one  climate  to 
another  in  order  to  run  one  game  into  the 
ground  is  as  bad  for  the  player  as  for  the  game. 
We  shall  have  better,  steadier  and  more  golfers 
if  we  curb  our  enthusiasm  a  little.  Change  is 
rest,  at  golf  as  at  other  things,  and  we  have 
gone  too  far  to  run  the  risk  of  making  ourselves 
sick  of  the  game  and  everything  connected  with 
it.  Neither  the  human  mind  nor  the  human 
body  can  stand  the  monotony  of  a  continued 
attention  to  one  thing.  Sport  is  in  the  world  to 
combat  that  very  danger  of  monotony,  and  we 
should  use  it  accordingly  and  not  abuse  it. 

During  the  winter  there  has  been  some  golf  at 
Baltusrol,  at  Dyker  Meadow  and  at  Lakewood 
and  the  annual  tournament  at  Lakewood,  where 
Mr.  Fenn  still  maintains  his  right  to  supremacy. 
In  a  match  with  Mr.  Leeds  he  handed  in  the 
fine  score  of  75,  which  stands  as  the  record  of 
these  links. 

It  may  not  come  amiss  to  our  readers  who 
wish  to  keep  themselves  informed  in  golf  mat- 
ters, to  take  up  the  thread  of  events  by  stating 
briefly  some  of  the  happenings  of  last  year. 

The  formation  of  the  Metropolitan  Golf  As- 
sociation proved  to  be  a  useful  plan.  In  their 
hands  were  left  the  dates  for  the  various  tour- 
naments in  and  about  New  York,  and  conflict- 
ing dates  and  matches  were  thus  avoided;  and 
many  details  concerning  all  the  clubs  were  dis- 
cussed by  this  smaller  representative  body,  and 
time  and  correspondence  were  saved  thereby. 

The  champion  of  1896  won  again  in  1897, 
beating  Mr.  W.  R.  Betts,  the  runner-up,  in  the 
final  36-hole  match,  by  8  up  and  6  to  play.  In 
the  medal  round  of  36  holes,  the  best  16  to 
qualify,  Mr.  Macdonald  scored  174,  Mr.  Whig- 
ham  177,  Mr.  Fenn  178,  Mr.  Emmet  181,  Mr. 
Douglas  182,  Mr.  Harriman  183,  Mr.  Betts  185, 
Mr.  Forgan  185,  Mr.  Sweeny  186,  Mr.  Tyng 
186,  Mr.  Stewart  190,  Mr.  Coats  191,  Mr.  Wil- 
lets  191.  The  highest  score  to  qualify  was 
that  of  Mr.  Chadwick,  197. 

For  the  open  championship  Joseph  Lloyd 
won,  doing  the  36  holes  in  162;  second,  Willie 
Anderson,  163;  third,  James  Foulis,  168;  fourth, 
Willie  Dunn,   168;   fifth,  W.  V.  Hoar,  169. 

The  women's  amateur  championship  was 
played  over  the  Essex  County  Club  links  at 
Manchester,  Mass.,  and  won  by  Miss  Hoyt, 
with  Miss  Sargeant  second. 

For  the  intercollegiate  championship,  played 
over  the  Ardsley  links,  there  were  four  team 
entries,  viz. ,  from  Yale,  Harvard,  Princeton  and 
Columbia.  The  Yale  team  won.  Its  members 
were  Messrs.  Terry,  Reid,  Betts,  Colgate,  and 
S.  A.  and  W.  B.  Smith. 

Of  the  year's  winners,  Mr.  James  A.  Tyng 
made  the  best  score,  and  won  the  Laurel-in-the- 
Pines  Cup  at  Lakewood  ;  won  the  Meadow- 
brook  Cup  at  the  Meadowbrook  Club  ;  won  the 
handicap  at  Baltusrol  ;  won  the  Seabright  Cup 
at  Seabright  ;  won  the  President's  Cup  at  Shm- 
necock  ;  won  the  Essex  County  Cup  at  Essex 


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County,  Orange,  and  the  club  championship  of 
the  Morris  County  Chib. 

Among  winners  at  important  tournaments 
Mr.  Tyng  easily  heads  the  list,  followed  by 
Messrs.  Fenn,  Toler,  Menzies,  Keene,  Stewart, 
Travis,  Sands  and  others.  Add  to  these  names 
those  of  Messrs.  Whigham,  Macdonald,  Betts, 
John  Reid,  Jr.,  and  we  have  the  list  of  the  best 
dozen  men  of  last  year.  There  are  other  first- 
rate  players,  and  other  winners,  whose  names 
are  not  mentioned,  but  those  were,  roughly 
speaking,  our  most  successful  amateur  perform- 
ers for  the  year  1897. 

The  most  important  event  in  the  golf  legisla- 
tion during  the  last  year,  or  indeed  for  many 
years,  was  the  appointment  of  a  representative, 
and  very  good  committee,  of  its  own  members 
— who,  it  is  to  be  remembered,  hail  from  every 
corner  of  the  golfing  world — by  the  Royal 
and  Ancient  Golf  Club  of  St.  Andrews,  whose 
decisions  in  all  matters  pertaining  to  the  rules 
are  to  be  final.  Now,  at  last,  after  many  years 
of  planning  and  discussion,  we  have  a  thor- 
oughly representative  committee,  to  whom  we 
may  apply  for  interpretations  of  the  rules,  and 
whose  decisions  will  be  accepted  as  final,  by 
all  golfers,  the  world  over.  Perhaps  nothing 
more  satisfactory,  and  nothing  more  conducive 
to  peace  and  happiness  among  golfers,  has  been 
accomplished  for  many  years.  The  number  of 
people  who  play,  and  the  number  of  clubs  and 
links  have  increased  so  rapidly,  that  some  cen- 
tral authority  to  be  acknowledged  by  all,  as 
final  in  its  judgments,  was  a  necessity.  Now 
we  have  a  high  court  of  appeal,  made  up  of 
men  whose  decisions  very  few  will  care  to 
question.    Though  all  the  members  of  this  com- 


mittee are  St.  Andrew'.s  men,  they  are  really 
rejjresentative  of  all  the  important  golfing  cen- 
ters, and  we  on  this  side  can  abide  by  their 
decisions  as  readily,  and  with  as  much  faith  in 
their  justice  and  competence,  as  Scotchmen, 
Irishmen  or  Englishmen.  P.  C. 

We  are  grieved  to  note  the  death  of  the  am- 
ateur champion  of  Great  Britain,  Mr.  Allan,  a 
young  medical  student.  He  was  a  very  young 
man,  who  made  wonderfully  rapid  progress  at 
the  game  and  won  the  championship  last  year 
from  a  large  field  of  able  golfers.  He  was, 
from  all  accounts,  a  modest  young  fellow,  who 
bore  his  honors  becomingly,  and  his  death  is  re- 
gretted by  old  and  young  alike. 


On  the  Poland  Spring  Links,  in  Maine,  an 
active  season  of  good  sport,  to  begin  this 
month,  is  being  planned  for.  The  growth  in 
popularity  of  golf  on  these  links  is  interesting 
in  showing  how  the  game  wins  its  way.  When 
they  were  opened  two  years  ago  they  received 
little,  attention,  but  gradually  they  claimed  fa- 
vor, till  last  season  they  fairly  won  and  held 
first  place.  They  are  a  nine-hole  links  and  re- 
quire delicacy  of  play  rather  than  strength. 
Fenn  and  Findley,  in  some  fine  matches  last 
year,  did  them  in  36  and  38.  The  hazards  in- 
clude ten  roads  and  two  bunkers,  and  the  turf 
is  good.  Fenn  likes  these  links  so  well  he  has 
arranged  to  spend  much  of  the  coming  season 
on  them.  One  of  their  attractions,  as  at  Aiken, 
is  the  proximity  of  a  superbly-appointed  hotel. 
In  air  so  bracing  as  is  that  of  Maine  in  May 
and  June  the  sport  is  sure  to  be  fine. 


BASEBALL. 


IN    THE    EAST. 


T 


'HE  season  of 
1898  opens 
with  all  the 
signs  of 
success  and 
lacks  only  games 
for  Pennsylvania 
with  Princeton  and 
Yale  to  make  the 
prospects  all  that 
can  be  desired. 
The  teams  seem 
now  to  be  unusual- 
ly well  matched, 
though  perhaps 
not  so  strong  as  in 
some  former  years. 
There  has  been 
manifested  during 
the  winter  among 
our  leading  col- 
leges a  very  gen- 
eral desire  to  rid 
our  college  ball 
teams  of  "  summer-nine  "  players,  and  we  seem 
about  to  enter  upon  a  further  reform  in  this  di- 
rection. There  is  certainly  room  for  it.  Out-and- 
out  professionalism  (using  the  term  as  it  is  com- 
monly understood  and  not  in  the  strictly  techni- 
cal sense)  has  been  quite  thoroughly  rooted  out 
■of  Eastern  college  baseball,  but  the  players  who 


get  a  good  summer  vacation  for  their  services  as 
ball-players  are  still  too  numerous.  It  is,  of 
course,  difficult  to  draw  the  line  where  it  will  ac- 
complish the  desired  result  and  not  do  injustice 
in  individual  cases,  but  certainly  the  colleges 
should  be  encouraged  in  their  efforts  to  estab- 
lish a  standard  and  live  up  to  it  strictly.  So 
long  as  each  college  has  a  standard  of  its  own, 
there  is  always  a  chance  for  protests  and 
disagreements,  which  are  the  great  drawbacks 
to  our  college  athletic  contests.  We  seem  to 
have  passed  the  day  of  "championships"  in 
baseball,  and  indeed  in  all  our  sports.  The  fact 
is  that  good  teams  are  now  so  numerous  that  no 
one  college  can  hope  to  play  them  all  during 
the  closing  month  of  the  season,  when  college 
nines  are  at  their  best  and  at  which  time  only 
they  can  fairly  be  judged.  Consequently  we 
rarely  have  a  season  when  any  one  team  can 
hold  the  undisputed  leadership.  And  this  is 
certainly  a  good  thing  for  our  baseball.  We 
want  the  game  well  played  for  itself  and  not 
for  the  sake  of  championships. 

Princeton's  nine  plays  strongly  and  seems 
to  have  filled  satisfactorily  the  many  vacancies 
caused  by  the  graduation  of  veteran  players. 
Kafer  will  do  the  bulk  of  the  catching  as  he  did 
last  year,  with  Campbell  for  substitute.  Kelly 
is  again  on  first  and  Butler  at  short.  >  Hilde- 
brand  has  been  moved  from  third  base  to  the 
pitcher's  box,  and  his  place  is  being  filled  by 
Barret, who  played  there  for  some  time  last  year, 


OUTING  FOR   MAY. 


and  Hutchins.  Burke,  a  new  man,  seems  to  be 
a  fixture  at  second  base.  In  the  box,  Hiide- 
brand  is  undoubtedly  tlie  best  man,  he  having 
plenty  of  strength,  speed  and  curves,  while 
Harrison  and  Watkins,  the  substitutes,  have  had 
little  chance  to  show  their  real  worth.  Easton 
will  again  play  left  field,  and  Suter,  for  two 
years  a  substitute,  and  Hamilton  will  fill  the 
other  outfield  places.  The  nine,  with  Hilde- 
brand  in  the  box,  should  be  nearly  as  strong  as 
last  year.  The  hitting  of  Bradley  and  Altman 
will  be  missed,  and  the  lack  of  experienced 
substitutes  for  Hildebrand  may  prove  a  serious 
handicap. 

Yale's  team  has  been  selected  and  is  showing 
up  very  strongly  in  the  South.  There  seems  to 
be  no  doubt  about  the  strength  of  the  team  if 
good  -batteries  can  be  developed,  and  the  work 
in  this  line  has  certainly  been  encouraging. 
Sullivan,  who  was  a  substitute  last  year,  is  the 
best  of  the  catchers,  and  is  doing  very  good 
work  and  throwing  fairly.  Keifer  is  about  as 
good  and  may  yet  make  the  place.  Fearey  is 
the  best  of  the  pitchers,  and  is  certainly  much 
more  effective  than  he  was  at  this  time  last 
year.  Cadwalader  is  also  showing  up  well. 
He  is  very  large  and  strong,  has  a  very  fast, 
straight  ball,  and  excellent  control,  but  lacks 
curves  and  variety  in  his  delivery.  If  he  can 
acquire  some  variety  in  his  delivery  he  should 
be  very  efl^ective.  Hall  and  Chauncy  are  very 
good  substitutes.  The  infield  is  playing  at 
present  with  Wadsworth  on  first,  De  SauUes  on 
second,  Hazen  at  third  and  Camp  at  short.  Of 
these.  Camp  is  the  only  man  who  may  be  called 
an  exceptional  player.  His  work  is  strong  in 
all  departments,  and  his  batting  particularly 
hard  and  timely.  Wadsworth  is  an  excellent 
fielder,  but  not  particularly  strong  as  a  batsman, 
while  De  SauUes  and  Hazen  play  a  good 
average  game,  not  remarkable  in  any  respect. 
Hazen  is  a  particularly  useful  man,  and  has 
plaj'ed  second  and  in  the  outfield  before  settling 
finally  at  third.  Robson  is  also  a  candidate  for 
third  base. 

The  outfield  is  at  present  composed  of  Green- 
way,  Wear  and  Wallace,  all  of  whom  played 
last  year.  Of  these,  Greenway  is  the  best  all- 
round  player,  being  an  excellent  batsman  and 
fielder  and  the  best  pitcher  in  the  university, 
when  in  condition.  Wear  batted  very  heavily 
last  year,  and  Wallace  played  a  steady  game 
in  the  field  and  at  the  bat.  The  games  played 
so  far  show  that  the  Yale  men  have  settled 
down  to  steady  playing  much  earlier  than  is 
usual.  On  their  annual  Southern  trip  they  met 
the  strongest  of  their  Southern  college  rivals. 

Harvard's  team  seems  well  settled  except  the 
battery  and  third  base.  The  men  have  been 
chosen  earlierthan  is  usual  atCambridgebecause 
of  the  Southern  trip,  the  first  one  indulged  in  by 
a  Harvard  nine  since  1893.  The  trip  will  give 
seven  or  eight  games  with  strong  Southern 
teams  and  show  up  the  strength  and  weakness 
of  the  various  candidates  better  than  the  usual 
vacation  work  at  Cambridge.  At  present  there 
are  three  very  good  catchers,  Pote,  Davis  and 
Reid,  with  the  chances  in  favor  of  the  last 
named.  Pote  is  very  active,  puts  plenty  of 
snap  into  his  work  and  throws  very  accurately, 
but  he  is  very  short  and  is  weak  on  high  balls. 
Davis  is  a  good  backstop,  but  lacks  life,  while 
Reid  seems  to  be  an  unusually  good  first-year 


man.  The  candidates  for  pitcher  are  still 
numerous  and  it  is  hard  to  choose  between 
them.  Hayes  and  Morse  are  both  very  speedy 
and  fairly  accurate,  but  have  had  too  little  ex- 
perience to  be  able  to  put  forth  their  best  efforts 
in  an  emergency.  Fitz  is  a  left-hander  of  good 
speed  and  curves,  but  lacks  life  and  ambition. 
Cozzens,"  so  far  as  physique,  speed  and  curves 
are  concerned,  is  an  ideal  pitcher,  but  he  seems 
to  lack  what  is  called  ' '  head-work  "  and  ranges 
from  good  to  poor  work  all  in  one  game.  If  he 
can  settle  down,  he  should  make  ^a  first-class 
man.  The  infield  is  not  yet  working  satis- 
factorily. Haughton  has  been  moved  from  first 
to  second,  where  he  inakes  many  fine  plays 
but  loses  many  chances  through  lack  of  care. 
McCormick,  who  takes  his  place  at  first,  is  learn- 
ing his  position  fast  and  is  a  good  ball-player. 
At  short,  Laughlin  is  very  active,  but  is  light 
and  left-handed,  which  bothers  his  throwing. 
He  is  not  a  good  hitter.  Foster  and  Clark,  at 
third,  both  hit  well,  but  are  not  good  fielders. 
Rand,  Lynch  and  Burgess  make  up  a  good  out- 
field. The  team  fields  very  well,  but  is  not  hit- 
ting the  ball  and  is  slow  on  the  bases.  The 
hitting  should  improve  and  undoubtedly  will, 
but  the  whole  team  needs  more  life  in  its  work 
to  be  successful. 

Pennsylvania's  team  has  been  unusually  quiet 
so  far  this  season,  and  it  is  difficult  to  get  much 
of  an  idea  of  how  it  is  playing.  The  team  as 
at  present  made  up  is  practically  the  same  as  last 
year's,  the  changes  in  the  make-up  bemg  con- 
fined largely  to  changes  of  position.  Schwartz 
and  Lucas  are  to  do  the  catching,  with  Brown, 
Dickson,  Layton  and  Pearsall  for  pitchers. 
Brown  and  Dickson  have  done  some  very  good 
work  for  Pennsylvania  in  former  seasons,  but 
neither  is  what  may  be  termed  a  pitcher  of  the 
first  rank.  The  infield  is  made  up  of  Gillender, 
first  base  ;  Ritchie,  second  base  ;  Robinson, 
third,  and  Wilhelm,  short.  Jackson,  Houston 
and  Frazier  play  the  outfield  positions.  This 
team,  judging  from  the  previous  records  of  the 
plaj^ers,  should  field  well,  but  is  not  strong  in 
its  hitting  and  lacks  a  really  effective  pitcher. 
It  is  to  be  hoped  the  Pennsylvania  team  will 
succeed  in  arranging  games  with  Yale  and 
Princeton  this  year. 

Baseball  has  suffered  here  from  lack  of  inter- 
est, caused  by  the  rather  meagre  schedule  of 
the  nine  for  the  past  three  years.  Games  with 
Princeton  and  Yale  would  restore  the  interest 
of  the  university  in  the  game,  and  would  result 
in  better  teams  from  Pennsylvania. 

Cornell  seems  to  be  paying  more  attention  to 
rowing  than  to  baseball  this  spring,  but  will 
doubtless  turn  out  a  good  team.  Her  athletics 
have  been  placed  on  a  better  basis  than  for- 
merly, and  the  results  of  sticking  to  one  policy 
have  been  manifest  in  football  and  rowing,  and 
should  soon  give  Cornell  a  better  standing  in 
baseball. 

At  Brown  they  are  filling  many  important 
places  with  new  men,  and  it  is  difficult  to  say 
much  of  them  at  present.  Catcher  Dunne  is 
no  longer  in  college,  but  there  are  two  or  three 
very  good  candidates  for  the  vacant  place.  Of 
these  Le  Stage  is  the  favorite,  with  Hindle  for 
substitute.  The  pitchers  are  not  particularly 
strong,  Sedgwick  being  the  only  candidate 
with  any  experience  as  a  college  pitcher. 
Wheeler,  Woodworth,  and   Washburn,  a   left- 


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hander,  are  regarded  as  good  material,  but  will 
need  considerable  experience  to  bring  them  to 
the  Brown  standard.  In  the  infield,  Fultz  at 
second  and  Lander  at  third  will  occupy  their 
old  positions,  but  short  and  first  are  occupied 
by  new  men.  C.  Croker  is  the  best  of  the  can- 
didates for  first,  and  R.  Croker,  Patton  and 
Bacon  are  all  being  tried  at  short-stop.  The 
infield  will  liardly  be  as  strong  as  last  year's. 
Sammons,  Cook  and  Boyd  are  all  back  in  the 
outfield,  but  Clarke,  a  new  man,  will  probably 
supjDlant  Boyd.  The  team  should  field  well, 
but  lacks  experienced  pitchers  and  is  not  par- 
ticularljr  strong  at  the  bat. 

The  news  that  Columbia  is  once  more  to  be 
represented  by  a  baseball  team  is  certainly  good 
news.  Columbia  has  long  been  handicapped  in 
matters  athletic  by  the  lack  of  facilities  for  prac- 
tice, but  the  university  has  recently  acquired 
new  grounds  and  buildings,  and  should  soon 
gain  its  former  place  and  become  a  worthy  op- 
ponent for  our  strongest  college  teams.  It  is 
hardly  to  be  expected  that  this  year's  ball  team 
will  take  its  place  at  once  in  the  front  rank,  but 
we  are  all  glad  to  see  the  first  step  in  the  right 
direction.  Columbia's  schedule  includes  games 
with  all  the  strong  college  nines. 

The  teams  of  the  New  England  Association 
really  have  little  chance  for  outdoor  work  till 
the  first  week  in  April,  and  they  have  been  de- 
layed later  than  usual  this  year.  Dartmouth's 
team  seems  to  be  practically  made  up  and 
should  be  a  remarkably  strong  batting  combi- 
nation. As  to  the  fielding,  it  is  too  early  to  say 
much.  Captain  Drew  will  catch,  and  his  work 
is  always  good  and  his  batting  strong.  Tabor, 
the  pitcher  of  last  year's  nine,  is  no  longer  in 
college,  and  it  is  in  developing  a  man  to  replace 
him  that  Dartmouth  is  to  find  her  hardest  work. 
Patey  has  had  some  experience  and  does  fair 
work,  but  Crolius  should  be  the  man  for  the 
place  if  he  can  get  into  good  condition.  Rowe 
at  first  and  Folsom  at  second  are  both  heavy 
hitters  and  play  well  in  the  field.  McAndrews 
will  play  third  and  should  be  a  very  strong  man 
in  all  departments.  French,  of  last  year's 
Andover  team,  will  probably  play  short,  and 
Crolius  and  Nichols,  with  some  other  man  to  be 
selected,  will  play  in  the  outfield.  There  is  also 
a  good  second  nine  to  draw  from. 

Amherst  and  Williams  have  done  so  little  out- 
door work  that  it  is  impossible  to  say  much  of 
them.  Williams,  at  least,  has  a  good  nucleus 
of  old  players,  and  Plunkett,  who  was  so  effect- 
ive as  a  pitcher  last  year,  will  again  be  in  the  box. 

The  following  is  a  list  of  some  of  the  games 
played  so  far  this  year.  No  excuses  should  be 
made  for  defeats  of  Northern  colleges  by  their 
Southern  rivals,  but  it  should  not  be  forgotten 
that  the  Southern  teams  have  all  the  advantage 
of  home  grounds  and  a  month  to  six  weeks'  more 
practice.  In  other  words,  they  have  reached  a 
stage  in  their  developments  which  our  Northern 
colleges  will  reach  about  the  middle  of  May  : 

March  30th,  New  Haven— Yale,  6;  Holy  Cross,  4. 
March  30th,  Princeton — Princeton,  16;  Fordham,  8. 
April  2d,  Philadelphia— U.  of  P.,  5;  Carlisle,  2. 
April  2d,  Princeton — Princeton,  8;  Columbia,  3. 
April  7th,  Washington— Yale,  4;  Georg-etown,  3. 
April  8th,  Hampden — Yale,  12;  Hampden,  o. 
April  gth,  Cambridge— Tufts,  7;  Harvard,  3. 
April  Qth,  Providence — Brown,  19;  Boston  College,  2. 
April  gth,  Richmond— U.  of  Va.,  6;  Yale,  3. 
April  gth,  Washington— Georgetown,  8;  Princeton,  5. 

Post-Captain. 


IN    'I'lIE    MIDDI.I';     WKST. 

In  no  aspect  does  baseball  in  the  Middle 
West  present  a  more  encouraging  phase  than 
in  the  continued  and  successful  efforts  its  com- 
ponent parts  have  made,  and  are  making,  for 
purity  and  an  amateur  basis  beyond  reproach. 

Michigan's  "  Board  of  Control "  early  en- 
deavored earnestly  to  remedy  their  chronic 
trouble  of  inducing  good  men  to  attend  the 
university  during  the  special  terms  for  which 
they  were  wanted,  and  though  the  "  Board  of 
Control "  had  for  a  while  rather  an  up-hill  fight 
they  finally  took  a  determined  stand  and 
brought  matters  to  a  crisis  by  suspending  or 
expelling  some  crack  baseball  players.  Since 
that  time  Michigan  sentiment  has  been  united 
for  athletic  purity,  and  they  have  used  great 
influence  in  other  institutions  that  have  badly 
needed  it. 

Chicago  quibbled  a  great  deal  over  some  of 
the  propositions  submitted  at  different  times, 
and  really  it  did  look  for  a  time  as  if  thej'  cared 
little  how  they  succeeded  in  athletics  just  so 
they  succeeded,  but  the  example  that  was  set 
by  Michigan  and  Illinois  had  its  influence,  and 
Chicago  operated  for  better  and  more  harmo- 
nious athletics. 

So  far  as  Illinois  was  concerned,  I  believe  I 
am  not  misstating  when  I  say  that  they  really 
took  the  initiative  in  the  good  work  and  drew 
the  lines  so  closely  in  their  ball  teams  that  they 
were  handicapped,  and  were  time  and  again 
defeated  by  universities  that  had  fewer  con- 
scientious scruples. 

Northwestern  has  always  been  a  little  be- 
yond my  understanding.  They  have  been  the 
loudest  in  the  demand  for  pure  athletics,  and 
yet,  apparently,  have  sometimes  not  quite  lived 
up  to  it. 

Wisconsin  has,  at  all  times,  been  for  athletic 
purity,  but  they,  too,  have  not  escaped  the 
charge  of  insincerity.  However,  so  far  as  I 
know,  they  have  not  recently  been  guilty  of 
flagrant  actions. 

In  starting  out,  I  speak  of  the  five  universi- 
ties, Michigan,  Wisconsin,  Illinois,  Northwest- 
ern and  Chicago,  and  give  a  little  ancient  his- 
tory, for  the  sole  reason  that  these  universities 
have  united  into  a  sort  of  association  or  league 
that,  in  my  opinion,  will  solve,  in  a  great  meas- 
ure, the  athletic  purity  problem  in  the  Middle 
West. 

By  the  time  this  reaches  Outing  readers,  the 
baseball  season  will  be  in  full  blast,  and  I  hope 
to  give  next  month  pretty  clearly  the  possibili- 
ties of  all  the  teams  herein  mentioned. 

At  all  five  universities  preparations  for  the 
spring  season  were  started  immediately  after 
the  Christmas  vacation,  but  a  rather  backward 
spring  seems  to  have  kept  the  candidates  in- 
doors much  longer  than  usual,  and  at  this 
time  I  am  not  able  to  make  better  than  a  very 
mild  conjecture  about  the  strength  of  any  of 
the  nines. 

The  first  game  of  the  college  schedule  was 
played  by  Illinois  and  Northwestern,  April  gth, 
the  former  winning  by  the  unsightly  score  of 
30  to  7. 

Northwestern,  I  verily  think,  is  the  most 
erratic  institution,  so  far  as  athletics  is  con- 
cerned, within  my  knowledge.  This  spring,  as 
has  been  done  repeatedly  in  the  past.  North- 


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western  started  into  practice  with  a  great  flour- 
ish of  trumpets  and  great  tales  of  the  probable 
strength  of  the  team,  but  when  playing-time 
came  there  was  a  relapse, and  the  "  wonders  " — 
some  of  them  did  not  even  make  the  team — are 
"  wonders"  no  longer.  In  the  opening  game 
with  Illinois,  as  already  noted,  the  nine  was 
made  up  thus  :  Schlauder,  pitcher  ;  Maches- 
ney,  catcher  ;  Stevens,  first  base  ;  Chaddock, 
second  base  ;  Saunders,  third  base  ;  Duffy, 
short  stop  ;  Miller,  left  field  ;  Sabin,  center 
field  ;  Hunter,  right  field.  If  the  practice 
games  and  the  first  intercollegiate  game  are 
anything  to  go  by.  Northwestern  might  as  well 
end  the  season  without  going  any  farther, 
though  I  really  hope  a  little  university  spirit 
will  be  aroused,  and  a  better  team,  if  possible, 
gotten  together  before  the  season  has  pro- 
gressed very  far. 

Illinois,  repeating  the  experiment  tried  last 
season,  took  a  week's  practice  with  a  union 
league  team  and  profited  much  thereby.  Illi- 
nois has  very  nearly  all  of  last  year's  team, 
losing  only  two  men.  and  that  means  a  great 
deal  when  one  starts  to  tell  the  story.  There 
seems  to  be  an  abundance  of  pitching  talent, 
and,  if  I  may  judge  at  all  from  the  practice 
games,  Illinois  will  have  a  good  relay  of  twirl- 
ers  to  make  trouble  for  all  comers.  IMcCullom 
was  expected  to  be  a  difficult  problem  for  all  col  - 
lege  hitters,  but  he  has  not  yet  rounded  into  the 
form  expected.  Joy,  a  "  sub"  in  last  year's  team, 
and  Linden,  perhaps,  are  the  choice  after  Mc- 
CuUom.  McGill  will  continue  to  do  the  back- 
stop work,  and  the  infield  will  be  made  up  as 
follows  :  First  base,  Hazlett  or  Johnson  ;  sec- 
ond base.  Captain  Fulton  ;  short  stop,  Shuler  ; 
third  base,  Winston.  It  is  scarcely  likely  that 
any  one  will  beat  Wernham  and  Thornton  out 
of  their  places  in  the  outfield  ;  and  either  Ad- 
sit,  Lotz,  B.  Fulton,  or  one  of  the  candidates 
for  first  base  will  fill  the  remaining  field.  Illi- 
nois promises  to  be  good  in  the  field,  fair  in 
batting  and  the  box. 


Chicago  loses  three  of  last  year's  nine,  but 
has  quite  a  good  deal  of  fair  material  with 
which  to  fill  the  vacancies,  though  of  course  the 
place  of  Henry  Clark,  the  crack  pitcher,  can- 
not be  easily  filled.  Merrifield,  Smith  and  Gor- 
don Clark  are  expected  to  do  the  box  work  and 
alternate  at  short  and  third  base.  Leighton 
will  do  all  the  catching  unless  Gardner  im- 
proves in  his  work.  Kennedy  is  playing  a  good 
first  base.  Sawyer,  Southard  and  llerschberger 
will  take  the  outfield,  and  the  vacancies  on  in- 
field will  be  taken  by  McElree,  Vernon  or 
Wright.  Chicago  will  be  weak  in  the  pitching 
department;  good  outfield,  fair  infield. 

Michigan  loses  Sheehan,  center  field,  and  Mc- 
Murray,  third  base,  of  last  year's  nine,  but  has 
any  number  of  new  men. 

Captain  Miller  will  be  the  mainstay  in  the  box. 
After  him  come  McGuines,  German,  Anderson, 
Grenwald,  Scott,  Wheeler  and  Rooks.  For  the 
position  of  catcher,  Lunn  has  the  best  chance  ; 
and  the  infield  will  probably  be  selected  from  a 
number,  including  Condon,  Day,  Crafts,  Heard, 
Bannon,  Mattison,  Sullivan,  Ballard,  Gilbert, 
Wolf,  Loud  and  Fox.  In  the  outfield  will  be 
Ludlow,  Captain  Butler  and  Gilbert. 

Michigan  will  be  very  strong  in  the  box  and 
behind  the  bat;  good  hitters,  good  outfield,  but 
only  fair  infield. 

Even  though  Wisconsin  lose  four  of  the  '97 
team,  they  consider  their  prospects  very  rosy, 
and  so  they  seem  to  be.  Captain  Gregg  will 
continue  to  hold  his  place  at  second  base.  Sie- 
fert  will  remain  at  first,  and  Astor  will  be  at 
short.  Perry  will  continue  to  do  backstop 
work,  and  Cochems  will  probably  be  a  fixture 
at  third.  The  outfield  will  be  covered  by  Fu- 
gitt,  Metzler  and  Ford.  Hitchcock,  Hasting 
and  Reedal  will  do  the  pitching.  It  looks  as  if 
Wisconsin  will  be  weak  behind  the  bat,  strong 
in  infield  unless  at  third,  weak  in  outfield, 
strong  in  pitching,  and  only  fair  in  hitting. 

Harry  F.  Kendall. 


FENCING. 


TRIALS    FOR    THE    CHAMPIONSHIP. 

UNDER  the  rules  of  the  Amateur  Fencers' 
League  of  America,  preliminary  trials 
are  held  in  the  various  districts  in  March 
or  April,  and  those  competitors  who 
reach  a  certain  standard  are  thereby  made  eli- 
gible to  contend  in  the  finals,  held  a  month 
later.  Those  who  won  places  in  last  year's 
championship  are  permitted  to  compete  again 
this  year  without  participation  in  these  prelimi- 
nary trials. 

The  trials  for  1898  were  held  March  25th  and 
26th,  in  the  rooms  of  the  Fencers'  Club,  New 
York  City. 

With  the  foils  the  standard  was  60  points, 
and  four  competitors  qualified,  the  score  being 
as  follows:  J.  L.  Erving,  Fencers'  Club,  69  1-4 
points;  J.  E.  Hofi:man,  F.  C,  64  3-4  points;  S. 
L.  Ware,  Columbia  College,  61  points;  G.  T. 
Kirby,  New  York  Athletic  Club,  60  points. 

THE   TEAM    CHAMPIONSHIP. 

The  third  annual  competition  for  the  Samuel 
T.  Shaw  Trophy,  representing  the  amateur 
team  championship  of  the  United  States  at  foil 
fencing,  was  held  April  9th,  in  the  new  house 


of  the  New  York  Athletic  Club,  teams  contend- 
ing from  the  New  York  Athletic  Club,  the 
Fencers'  Club,  and  the  New  York  Turn  Verein. 
Each  man  of  each  team  had  a  bout  with  each 
man  of  the  two  opposing  teams,  making  neces- 
sary forty-eight  bouts,  and  New  York  Athletic 
won  a  close  match,  the  full  score  by  points  being 
as  follows  : 

New  York  Athletic  Club— G.  Kavanagh,  646  ; 
C.  G.  Bothner,  535  ;  Dr.  G.  Hammond,  470 ; 
W.  T,  Heintz,  469.     Total,  2,120. 

Fencers'  Club— F.  H.  Townsend,  607;  A.  V. 
Z.  Post,  570  ;  J.  L.  Erving,  469  ;  J.  E.  Hoffman, 
421.     Total,  2,067. 

New  York  Turn  Verein — J.  Allaire,  467  ;  R. 
Kein,  412  ;  H.  C.  Preu,  372  ;  F.  Knoll,  228. 
Total,  1,479. 

The  individual  honors  were  shared  by  F.  H. 
Townsend,  who  won  all  of  his  eight  bouts,  and 
G.  Kavanagh,  who,  although  beaten  in  one 
bout,  scored  more  points  than  did  Townsend. 

The  deed  of  gift  of  the  trophy  makes  it  the 
personal  property  of  any  club  winning  it  for 
three  successive  years,  and  it  will  hereafter 
grace  the  parlors  of  the  New  York  Athletic 
Club.  W.  B.  Curtis. 


YACHTING. 


H  K  w  a  r  preparations 
caused  much  excite- 
ment among  yachts- 
men. On  the  whole,  it 
must  be  conceded  that 
patriotic  feeling  pre- 
vailed over  the  desire 
of  making  exorbitant 
profits  by  the  sale  of 
yachts  to  the  United 
States  government. 
The  first  yacht  ac- 
quired for  the  navy 
was  the  late  Mr.  Og- 
-  den  Goelet's  splendid 
steam  craft  lilay- 
flower,  designed  by 
Mr.  George  L.  Wat- 
son, and  built  on  the* 
Clyde.  This  vessel 
had  been  sold  previously  to  King  Leopold, 
of  Belgium,  but  owing  to  the  failure  of  that 
monarch  to  execute  the  financial  obligations  of 
the  contract,  the  deal  was  declared  off,  in  spite 
of  the  circumstance  that  she  was  fitted  out  for 
sea  and  ready  to  sail  for  Southampton,  to  be 
delivered  to  her  royal  purchaser.  The  govern- 
ment, learning  that  she  was  for  sale,  eagerly 
snapped  her  up,  and  Mrs.  Ogden  Goelet  had  the 
pleasure  of  personally  turning  her  over  to  the 
authorities  at  the  Brooklyn  navy  j^ard,  where 
work  was  immediately  begun.  She  was  fitted 
with  a  belt  of  seven-eighth-inch  nickel-steel 
armor  to  protect  her  "vitals,"  and  was  armed 
with  two  5-inch  guns,  one  on  each  bow,  two 
torpedo  tubes,  twelve  6-pounders  and  6-milli- 
metre Colt  automatic  guns.  The  Mayflower 
is  a  20-knot  vessel,  and  is  intended  for  use 
as  a  torpedo-boat  destroyer. 

The  navy  also  acquired  the  Clyde-built  steam 
yacht  Hermione,  the  Colianbm,  designed  and 
built  by  the  Cramps  ;  the  A I  my,  and  the  Alicia, 
built  by  the  Harlan  &  Hollingsworth  Co. ;  the 
fine  twin-screw  Sovereign,  designed  by  Mr. 
Beavor  Webb,  for  Mr.  M.  D.  C.  Borden,  and 
the  Josephine,  owned  by  Mr.  Widener,  of  Phil- 
adelphia. Fair  prices  were  paid  for  all  these 
yachts,  which  will  prove  valuable  as  despatch 
boats  and  torpedo-boat  destroyers  It  is  worthy 
of  note  that  the  Standard  Oil  Co.,  which  is 
supposed  to  be  a  corporation  intent  upon 
money-making  only,  and  devoid  of  every  par- 
ticle of  sentiment,  sold  the  Atlas  to  the  navy 
for  $65,000 — $5,000  less  than  the  sum  offered 
by  the  government,  and  merely  the  cost  price 
of  the  vessel. 

Mr.  Howard  Gould  has  offered  his  fine  new 
yacht  Niagara,  now  nearly  completed,  to  the 
New  York  naval  militia,  free  of  charge,  and  I 
am  informed  that  should  occasion  arise,  his 
patriotic  offer  will  be  cordially  accepted.  Hem- 
menway's  sails  may,  therefore,  be  the  first  to 
carry  the  Stars  and  Stripes  to  naval  victory 
over  foreign  foes. 

In  spite  of  all  the  war  preparations  yachts- 
men continue  to  perfect  their  plans  for  the 
season,  which  may  be  said  to  be  now  open.  It 
is  not  thought  that  the  sport  will  receive  any 
appreciable  setback  by  warlike  events.  Among 
the  new  steam  pleasure  craft  is  the  Felicia, 
built  by  the  John  N.  Robins  Company,  of  Erie 


Basin,  for  Col.  E.  W.  Bliss,  of  the  New  York 
Yacht  Club.  She  was  designed  by  Mr.  Heary 
J.  Gielow,  and  is  a  handsome  vessel  of  steel, 
179  feet  over  all,  142  feet  4  inches  on  the  water- 
line,  with  a  beam  of  20  feet,  a  depth  of  11  feet, 
and  6  feet  3  inches  draft.  The  engines  are  of 
triple-expansion  type,  with  four  cylinders:  ai4, 
a  21  and  two  of  24  inches  diameter,  with  18  inches 
stroke.  Two  water-tube  boilers,  with  a  maxi- 
mum pressure  of  250  lbs.,  supply  the  power.. 
She  is  commodiously  arranged,  and  is  rigged 
as  a  two-masted  schooner.  The  launch  took 
place  on  April  2d,  Miss  Bessie  Lane,  of  Gram- 
ercy  Park,  New  York,  christening  the  j-acht. 
To  those  whose  classics  are  rusty  it  may  be  re- 
called that  "  Felicia"  is  Latin  for  "  Bliss,"  the 
name  thus  being  quite  appropriate.  Mr.  Bliss, 
who  is  a  Brooklyn  millionaire,  is  making  tor- 
pedoes for  the  government.  He  patriotically- 
placed  the  vessel  at  the  disposal  of  Uncle  Sam. 
If  necessary  she  can  be  completed  in  a  month, 
and  if  she  attains  her  expected  speed  of  20 
knots  an  hour  she  will  make  a  capital  torpedo- 
boat  destroyer  or  dispatch  boat.  Her  model  is 
admirably  adapted  for  speed. 

The  steam-yacht  Osceola,  built  by  Samuel 
Pine,  of  South  Brooklyn,  for  Mr.  Thomas  L. 
Watt,  of  the  American  Yacht  Club,  was 
launched  on  March  gth,  being  christened  by 
six-year-old  Charley  Clausen.  The  yacht  is  of 
wood,  her  frames  being  of  oak  and  her  plank- 
ing of  yellow  pine.  She  is  128  feet  over  all, 
116  feet  on  the  water-line,  18  feet  beam  and 
7  feet  3  inches  draft.  She  is  rigged  as  a  schoon- 
er, and  carries  a  good  spread  of  sail.  Her  en- 
gines are  of  the  compound-inverted-condensing 
type,  with  cylinders  15  inches  and  27  inches  in 
diameter,  with  20  inches  stroke  of  piston.  The 
yacht  was  designed  by  Mr.  G.  Hillman.  Mr. 
Watt  used  to  own  the  schooner-yacht  Intrepid, 
now  on  a  blue-water  cruise  with  her  owner, 
Mr.  E.  T.  Hunt,  and  some  friends  aboard. 

The  Quincy  Yacht  Club,  of  Quincy,  Mass., 
has  offered  a  perpetual  challenge  cup  for  small 
yachts,  open  to  boats  of  any  country,  repre- 
senting any  organized  yacht  club  in  good  stand- 
ing, providing  the  sailing  length,  measured  by 
the  rule  of  the  Yacht  Racing  Association  of 
Massachusetts,  is  21  feet  or  less.  The  club 
holding  the  cup  shall  defend  it  between  July 
15  and  Sept.  15  against  all  comers.  To  insure 
a  contest  one  challenge  has  to  be  delivered  by 
April  I.  Subsequently  other  clubs  may  chal- 
lenge and  enter  the  same  contest  on  the  terms 
proposed  in  the  challenge  first  received  and  ac- 
cepted, but  no  challenge  will  be  accepted  if 
received  after  May  15.  To  win  the  cup  a  yacht 
must  win  three  races  of  a  series.  After  four 
races  of  any  series  have  been  sailed,  only  win- 
ners of  at  least  one  race  shall  be  allowed  to 
compete  ;  after  six  races,  only  yachts  which 
have  won  two  races. 

The  total  weights  of  a  crew  in  racing  trim 
on  day  of  race  shall  not  exceed  850  pounds. 
Races  shall  be  sailed  under  the  rules  of  the 
Yacht  Racing  Association  of  Massachusetts, 
The  first  race  shall  be  to  windward  or  leeward 
and  return,  the  second  a  triangle,  of  which  at 
least  one-third  shall  be  to  windward.  Subse- 
quent races  shall  alternate  as  above  until  the 
series  is  finished.     A  change  of  wind  after  the 


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start  shall  not  invalidate  a  race.  The  length 
of  course  shall  not  be  less  than  nine  nor  more 
than  twelve  nautical  miles.  The  depth  of 
water  over  the  whole  course  at  the  time  of 
start  and  for  four  hours  thereafter  shall  be  not 
less  than  5  yi  feet. 

When  a  club  has  won  a  contest  the  club  shall 
be  made  custodian  of  the  cup,  after  having  de- 
posited with  the  Quincy  Yacht  Club  a  satisfac- 
tory bond  for  the  safety  of  the  cup,  which  shall 
be  held  by  the  winning  club  in  trust. 

In  order  to  fully  comprehend  the  terms  of 
this  contest  it  is  necessary  to  refer  to  the  rules 
of  the  Yacht  Racing  Association  of  Massachu- 
setts. By  this  we  find  that  the  racing  length 
shall  be  the  distance  in  a  straight  line  between 
the  furthest  point  forward  and  the  furthest 
point  aft  where  the  hull,  exclusive  of  the  riid- 
der  or  rudder  post,  is  intersected  by  the  surface 
of  the  water  when  the  yacht  is  afloat  in  smooth 
water  and  in  racing  trim. 

The  gage  of  battle  thrown  down  by  the 
Quincy  Yacht  Club  was  immediately  taken  up 
by  the  Lynn  Yacht  Club,  the  challenger  being 
Mr.  C.  D.  Mower,  whose  Vitesse,  designed  by 
himself,  was  so  successful  last  year.  He  will 
try  for  the  Quincy  cup  with  a  new  craft. 

The  Knickerbocker  Yacht  Club  begun  the 
season  early.  The  quarters  at  College  Point, 
L.  I.,  are  admirably  adapted  for  overhauling 
yachts,  there  being  two  sets  of  marine  railways 
and  ample  space  for  storing  spars  and  sails  and 
making  requisite  repairs.  There  are  a  number 
of  amateur  knights  of  the  marlinspike  in  the 
club,  who  take  a  delight  in  fitting  out  their 
boats  and  going  into  commission  early.  Among 
the  first  craft  to  take  salt  water  this  spring 
were  J.  D.  Ballard's  Tempzcs,  F.  B.  Myrick"s 
Leisure,  D.  Shottick's  Paula,  E.  Eberpacher's 
Margaret,  Captain  McCue's  Nautilus,  J.  G. 
Honey's  Whiiii  and  Fred  Gauss'  Frolie.  The 
club  will  go  into  commission  on  May  14th.  The 
annual  cruise  will  begin  on  August  6th.  It  will 
extend  as  far  as  Shelter  Island.  Messrs.  O.  H. 
Chellborg,  J.  O.  Sinkinson,  Rodman  Sands  and 
Charles  W.  Schlessinger  are  the  Regatta  Com- 
mittee. 

Commodore  Luttgen,  of  the  Columbia  Yacht 
Club,  and  the  officers  and  members  generally 
are  to  be  congrati:lated  on  the  many  improve- 
ments made  this  spring  on  their  property  at 
Eighty-sixth  street  and  Hudson  River.  The  an- 
nual regatta  has  been  fixed  for  June  gth. 

I  am  glad  to  learn  that  the  Chicago  Yacht 
Club,  which  for  several  years  had  been  allowed 
to  lapse,  has  come  to  life  again  with  every  prom- 
ise of  success.  Following  are  the  officers  for 
the  current  year  :  Commodore,  W.  F.  Morgan  ; 
Vice  -  Commodore,  George  R.  Pease  ;  Rear- 
Commodore,  George  Warrington  ;  Secretary 
and  Treasurer,  Charles  H.  Thorne.  Board  of 
Trustees  :  C.  E.  Kremer,  James  H.  Chennon, 
Louis  Wachsmuth,  William  Herrick  and  the 
commodore  ex-officio.  One  match  race  has 
been  arranged  already,  and  others  are  talked  of. 

The  Douglas  Yacht  Club  is  building  a  new 
club-house  on  Little  Neck  Bay.  It  will  be  open 
for  occupancy  on  June  1st.  The  project  to  buy 
the  old  house  of  the  Atlantic  Yacht  Club  at 
Bay  Ridge  was  abandoned  as  not  feasible,  and 
the  necessary  funds  for  a  new  building  were 
procured  at  a  meeting  held  on  March  i8th. 
Messrs.  George  H.  Petit,  Lewis  Harway,  Jo- 


seph Grismer,  H.  Wasmer,  Edward  Hessels 
and  Commodore  Greene  signed  their  names  to 
an  agreement  to  become  purchasers  of  boats 
in  the  new  15-foot  dory  class,  from  which  much 
sport  is  expected  this  summer. 

The  Regatta  Committee  of  the  Indian  Har- 
bor Yacht  Club  has  drawn  up  some  very  sen- 
sible restrictions  governing  the  racing  of  knock- 
abouts in  the  open  races  which  the  club  will 
give  during  the  season.  The  craft  is  defined 
as  "a  seaworthy  boat  with  cabin  house  and 
fair  accommodations,  with  water-tight  stand- 
ing room  or  air-tanks  of  sufficient  capacity  to 
float  the  boat  when  full  of  water.  Rigged  sim- 
ply with  only  mainsail,  foretopsail,  or  jib  and 
spinnaker." 

The  directions  for  scantlings,  planking  and 
construction  demand  a  boat  of  sound  and 
wholesome  construction — one  that  will  not  fall 
to  pieces  in  a  seaway;  and  the  required  equip- 
'ment  includes  an  anchor  not  less  than  25 
pounds,  cable  of  not  less  than  30  fathoms  of 
I  "4^ -inch  rope,  also  bucket,  pump,  compass, 
fog-horn,  boat-hook,  lead  and  line,  lantern,  and 
three  life-preservers.  The  crew  is  limited  to 
three  persons,  including  the  helmsman,  who 
must  be  an  amateur.  Only  one  professional  is 
allowed. 

All  boats  now  existing  that  have  been  ac- 
cepted by  the  Knockabout  Association  under 
previous  rules,  and  all  boats  now  existing  or  in 
process  of  construction  that  comply  with  the 
present  rule  of  the  Beverly  Yacht  Club  shall  be 
accepted  as  complying  with  the  Indian  Harbor 
rules,  and  may  carry  sail  in  accordance  with 
the  restrictions  of  the  club.  All  boats  built  on 
the  lines  and  specifications  of  W.  B.  Stearns, 
as  accepted  by  the  Seawanhaka  Corinthian 
Yacht  Club,  and  carrying  not  more  than  550 
square  feet  of  sail,  shall  be  also  accepted. 

The  Long  Island  Sound  Y.  R.  A.  held  its  an- 
nual meeting  on  March  21st,  with  President 
Cromwell  in  the  chair.  The  report  of  the  Ex- 
ecutive Committee,  recommending  that  time 
allowance  be  continued  for  the  present  season, 
and  that  anew  arrangement  of  starting  signals, 
with  separate  starts  for  the  special  classes,  be 
made,  was  adopted.  It  was  decided  to  start 
the  cabin  and  open  boats  in  separate  classes, 
and  the  definition  of  a  cabin  yacht  framed  last 
fall  by  the  Y.  R.  A.  of  Massachusetts  was  adopt- 
ed. The  racing  dates  for  the  season  were  ar- 
ranged, and  the  Executive  Committee  for  the 
year  was  elected  as  follows  :  Oliver  E.  Crom- 
well, Charles  T.  Pierce,  O.  H.  Chellborg,  E. 
Burton  Hart,  Jr. ;  W.  P.  Stephens,  Charles  P. 
Tower  and  Frank  Bowne  Jones. 

The  annual  meeting  of  the  Y.  R.  A.  of  Mas- 
sachusetts was  held  on  March  17th,  in  Boston, 
with  President  Louis  M.  Clark  in  the  chair. 
The  following  officers  were  elected  :  Louis  M. 
Clark,  president ;  A.  H  Higginson,  vice-presi- 
dent ;  A.  T.  Bliss,  secretary  ;  Walter  Burgess, 
treasurer.  Executive  Committee,  T.  E  Jacobs, 
Newton  B.  Stone  and  J.  E  Robinson.  The 
office  of  assistant  secretary  was  abolished,  and 
the  fixtures  for  the  season  were  arranged. 

The  popularity  of  the  auxiliary  screw  in  small 
sailing  craft  is  growing  rapidly.  There  are 
many  motors  in  the  market,  the  power  for  which 
is  derived  from  many  sources,  and,  as  the  space 
occupied  by  them  has  been  contracted  to  quite 
economical  dimensions,  a  machine  has  become 


YACHTING. 


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almost  indispensable  in  pleasure  craft  whose 
owners  are  business  men  and  want  to  have  a 
reasonable  assurance  of  getting  home  in  time 
for  business.  On  small  cutters,  sloops  and 
yawls  plying  for  pleasure  in  these  and  adjacent 
Avaters,  the  auxiliary  screw  would  be  a  welcome 
boon  when  the  wind  dies  out  and  the  sails  flap, 
and  your  home  port  is  a  dozen  miles  away.  It 
is  then  that  one  appreciates  the  value  of  a  little 
machine  that  will  render  you  independent  of 
wind,  and  propel  you  to  your  destination  at  a 
fair  rate  of  speed.  All  mechanical  difficulties 
that  used  to  prevail,  such  as  the  screw,  when 
not  in  use,  impeding  the  progress  of  the  boat 
under  sail,  have  been  removed. 

Lord  Strathcona,  being  desirous  to  take  an 
active  part  in  the  defense  of  the  Seawanhaka 
international  cup  for  small  yachts,  now  held  by 
the  Royal  St.  Lawrence  Yacht  Club,  has  com- 
missioned Mr.  Duggan  to  build  him  a  20-footer, 
and  also  to  pick  out  a  crew.  Mr.  Huntly  Drum- 
mond  is  also  building  a  boat  from  designs  by 
bis  brother. 

There  is  one  subject  which  the  coming  season 
will  help  to  an  adjustment :  and  that  is  the 
irrepressible  one  of  measurements.  No  yachts- 
man should  miss  an  opportunity  of  noting  facts 
presented  in  the  season's  practice. 

For  years  the  measurement  question  has  per- 
plexed the  j^achting  experts.  No  system  yet 
■devised  has  afforded  anything  approaching  sat- 
isfaction, and  in  all  probability  we  shall  have  to 
wait  till  the  millennium,  if  we  wait  for  a  rule 
pleasing  to  all.  Never  before  has  the  desire 
for  a  compromise  been  so  strong.  The  most 
bigoted  seem  ready  to  bow  to  the  will  of  the 
majority.  Thus  the  present  time  is  opportune 
for  discussion  with  a  view  to  an  early  settlement 
of  the  question.  Yacht  clubs  have  been  formu- 
lating regulations  ever  since  yachting  became  a 
sport, and  naval  architects  have  ever  been  trying 
to  beat  the  rules  made  by  the  clubs.  Hence, 
the  number  of  fantastic  "freaks"  and  "con- 
traptions "  which  have  flourished  here  and 
abroad  during  the  past  half  century,  such  as 
■exaggerated  types  of  the  "  plank-on-edge,"  the 
"  skimming  dish,"  the  "  splasher,"  the  fin  keel 
with  two  centerboards,  and  other  remarkable 
monstrosities  too  numerous  to  advert  to  in  my 
necessarily  limited  space. 

It  is  the  fond  hope  of  optimists  that  out  of 
some  mighty  brain  a  scheme  may  be  evolved 
which  shall  insure  the  wholesome,  seaworthy 
type  in  ^he  racing  craft  of  the  near  future.  This 
aspiration,  however  laudable  though  it  be,  is 
not  likely  to  be  realized  for  long  at  a  time. 
The  human  brain  is  so  fertile  in  expedients 
that  there  will  always  be  racing  machines  built 
for  speed  only,  and  with  but  few  other  quahfi- 
cations.  The  "  wholesome  "  craft  produced  by 
some  hard  and  fast  rule  vaa.y  flourish  for  a 
time,  but  artful  designers  will  keep  on  modify- 
ing and  altering  until  the  vicious  elements  pre- 
dominate, and  a  measurement  defrauder  or 
tonnage  cheater  will  be  all  that  remains  of  the 
ideal  seaworthy  boat. 

In  my  opinion  a  racing  yacht  and  a  cruiser 
in  one  is  an  impossible  combination.  Naval 
architects  have  tried  to  produce  a  vessel  to  fill 
the  dual  role,  but  hitherto  without  success. 
You  might  just  as  well  attempt  to  unite  the 
speed  of  the  thoroughbred  and  the  strength  and 
staying   qualities    of    the   coach-horse   in   one 


animal.  One  way  remains  out  of  the  difficulty, 
and  that  is  to  confine  racing  to  the  one-design 
restricted  classes  ;  but  yachtsmen  have  too 
much  spirit  and  aml)ition  to  submit  to  any 
such  limitation.  These  one-design  boats  afford 
much  sport  and  splendidly  healthy  recreation. 
As  a  rule  prizes  in  these  classes  will  fall  to  the 
most  expert  handler.  The  boats  are  as  much 
alike  as  shoes  made  of  the  same  leather  on  one 
last.  The  progressive  yachtsman  will  not  long 
be  satisfied  with  his  boat.  He  will  wish  to  ex- 
periment with  her  ;  but  the  hard  and  fast  rule 
will  confront  him.  Thus  the  one-design  "  fad" 
may  not  long  dominate  us  ;  but  when  it  dies 
out,  what  then  ? 

The  question  of  the  justice  or  injustice  of 
taxing  sail  is  taking  a  commanding  position  in 
the  war  of  words  now  waging.  The  argument 
is  eloquently  urged  that  nothing  can  be  more 
unfair  than  to  penalize  the  propelling  power  of 
a  racing  vessel.  If  a  naval  architect  is  so 
skilled  in  his  art  as  to  produce  a  type  of  hull 
that  can  carry  one-third  more  sail  than  his 
rival,  isn't  it  monstrous  that  he  should  have  to 
pay  a  penalty  for  his  superior  knowledge  ?  The 
diverse  opinions  held  on  this  phase  of  the 
question  alone  are  so  numerous  that  one  hear- 
ing them  expressed  would  despair  of  a 
harmonious  settlement.  Perhaps  he  might 
even  doubt  the  possibility  of  a  compromise. 
Meanwhile  there  is  an  urgent  need  of  a  change 
in  the  present  system  of  measurement,  and 
some  of  our  most  knowing  yachtsmen  are  hard 
at  work  on  the  problem.  It  is  satisfactory  to 
learn  that  the  "  girth  "  system  now  in  vogue  in 
Great  Britain  finds  few  followers  here,  and  is 
not  likely  to  remain  long  in  force  there. 

As  was  so  frequently  urged  by  Edward 
Burgess,  the  effect  of  rules  of  measurement 
and  classification,  besides  the  primary  object 
of  placing  boats  of  different  natural  speed 
capacities  on  a  level,  is  to  shape  their  build  to 
suit  the  opportunities.  Thus,  as  we  find  that 
any  rules  must  to  a  certain  extent  force  our 
boats  in  one  direction  or  another,  it  is  evident 
that  we  must  frame  such  as  will  foster  a  good 
type  of  boat  while  leaving  the  greatest  latitude 
possible  to  the  builder. 

"  If  I  were  a  sort  of  yachting  dictator,"  said 
Mr.  Burgess,  in  1890,  "I  would  limit  each 
class,  not  only  by  length,  but  by  draught  and 
beam,  and  with  a  fair  tax  on  sail  let  it  go  at 
that ;  but  nobody  seems  to  agree  with  me  in 
this.  '  We  must  have  perfect  liberty,'  cries  the 
yachtsman,  'to  do  what  w^e  please,  and  if  I 
build  a  40-footer  drawing  fifteen  feet,  it  is  in  the 
line  of  instructive  experiment.  Besides,  what 
may  appear  to  you  an  unreasonable  draught  of 
water  now,  may  be  all  right  after  we  are  ac- 
customed to  the  idea.  A  few  years  ago  we 
would  have  given  a  40  footer  about  seven  feet 
draught,  and  now  we  say  nine  feet  is  right.' 
Well,  this  may  be  a  good  argument,  and  at  any 
rate,  as  it  is  backed  by  the  majoritjr,  it  is  a 
knockdown  one  ;  and  I  would  merely  say  that 
as  every  one  agrees  in  disliking  excessive  pro- 
portions, it  is  easier  to  say  you  sha'n't  have 
them  than  to  try  to  prevent  them  in  round- 
about ways."' 

Seven  years  have  elapsed  since  these  words 
were  spoken  by  Mr.  Burgess,  and  we  now  find 
ourselves  beset  by  the  same  obstacles  that 
then  confronted  us.  A.  J.  Kenealy. 


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OUTING  FOR    MAY. 
EQUESTRIANISM. 


COACHING. 

UNDER 
sunny 
skies  and 
amid  de- 
lightful 
surroundings, 
society  is  in- 
dulging in  this 
favorite  pas- 
time. 

The  annual 
parade  this  year 
takes  place  on 
Saturday,  May 
7th,  starting 
from  the  Hol- 
land House, 
going  up  Fifth 
avenue  to  the 
Central  Park, 
then  following 
Riverside  Drive 
to  the  Clare- 
mont,  where  the 
club's  guests 
will  b  e  enter- 
tained a  t  tea. 
Returning  from 
this  point  the  coaches  will  separate,  going  their 
several  ways  home,  the  members  of  the  Coach- 
ing Club  afterwards  meeting  at  dinner  at  the 
Metropolitan  Club-house. 

If  the  weather  is  propitious  there  is  every 
reason  to  believe  that  there  will  be  upwards  of 
a  score  of  coaches  and  drags  in  line  at  the  meet, 
and  the  affair  will  be  the  most  brilliant  held  in 
the  metropolis  for  many  years  past. 

The  club  has  this  year  put  on  their  new  road 
coach  the  "  Pioneer "  for  a  season  of  twelve 
weeks,  between  the  Holland  House,  New  York, 
and  the  Ardsley  Club  Casino,  near  Dobbs 
Ferry.  Mrs.  Reginald  Rives,  Frederic  Bron- 
son,  George  R.  Read  and  J.  R.  Roosevelt,  who 
will  drive  on  alternate  days,  have  horsed  the 
coach  with  carefully  selected  stock,  about  forty 
horses  in  all  being  the  equipment  for  the  round 
trip  of  forty-six  miles.  The  changes  en  route 
will  be  made  at  Harlem,  Kiagsbridge,  Yonkers 
and  Hastings.  Mrs.  Burke  Roche  took  the  coach 
for  a  party  of  guests  on  the  opening  day,  and 
the  bookiiigs  generally  have  since  been  most 
liberal.  The  coach,  which  is  entirely  new,  has 
been  elaborately  finished  and  painted  in  gay 
tints,  the  body  being  bright  red  and  striped  in 
white.  The  harness  used  on  the  horses  is  of 
white  leather  with  red  stripes,  and  the  loin 
cloths  and  lap  robes  are  white  and  marked  with 
the  club  initials,  "  C.  C,"  in  red  letters.  The 
guard,  dressed  in  a  green  coat  with  red  collar 
and  cuffs,  gives  the  needed  touch  of  contrast- 
ing color  to  the  outfit.  The  trip  occupies  a  lit- 
tle under  three  hours  each  way,  the  start  being 
from  the  Holland  House  at  10  a.  m.,  the  return 
trip  commencing  at  the  Ardsley  Club  at  3:15 
p.  M  ,  getting  the  passengers  back  to  town  by 
6  p.  M.  A  time  table  and  fare  list  have  been  pub- 
lished, and  the  coach  is  open  to  the  public  and 
can  be  hailed  anywhere  along  the  route. 

The  old  road  coach  "Good  Times"  is  also 


making  a  season  of  twelve  weeks  this  spring 
between  the  Waldorf-Astoria  and  the  Wood- 
manston  Inn,  near  Morris  Park.  This  daily 
coach,  bookings  on  which  are  open  to  the  pub- 
lic, is  the  first  that  has  been  run  out  of  the 
metropolis  for  three  or  four  seasons.  The 
driving  "cushion"  was  preempted  by  some 
of  the  leading  society  whips  as  soon  as  it  v^•as 
definitely  decided  to  run  the  coach,  and  among 
those  who  are  handling  the  ribbons  over  the 
horses  may  be  mentioned  Mr.  James  Sheldon, 
the  well-known  English  amateur  ;  Mr.  T.  Suf- 
fern  Tailer,  Mr.  Tracy  Dows,  Mr.  Eugene 
Reynal,  Mr.  William  C.  Dulles,  of  Philadelphia, 
and  Mr.  J.  F.  A.  Clark. 

The  "Good  Times  "is  a  coach  of  the  real 
old  pattern,  carries  the  regulation  "  eleven  and 
four,"  and  weighs  about  2,700  lbs.  The  colors 
are  black  and  yellow,  and  it  is  fairly  well 
horsed.  The  fares  are  :  Round  trip,  $4.00  ;  in- 
side, $3.00  :  box  seats,  $6.00  ;  and  the  route 
taken  is  through  Central  Park  to  West  Seventy- 
second  street,  Riverside  Drive  to  the  Grant 
memorial,  across  to  Seventh  avenue,  to  St. 
Nicholas,  across  Washington  Bridge  and  by 
the  picturesque  cross-roads  to  Fordham,  thence 
skirting  the  villages  of  Bedford  and  Westchest- 
er, and  by  Bronx  Park  to  the  tavern  at  Wood- 
manston. 

There  may  presently  be  another  public  coach 
put  on  to  ply  between  the  Plaza  at  Fifth  ave- 
nue and  Central  Park  entrance  to  the  Suburban 
Riding  and  Driving  Club,  taking  in  en  route 
Audubon  Park,  Western  Boulevard  and  Grant's 
Tomb  on  Riverside  Drive,  on  the  outward  trip  ; 
returning  from  the  Suburban  Club  via  the 
Speedway,  and  over  Central  or  Macomb's  Dam 
Bridge  at  155th  street,  and  down  Seventh  ave- 
nue to  Central  iPark,  taking  the  East  Drive 
home.  This  will  be  a  lovely  ride,  and  the 
round  trip,  being  covered  between  4  and  6  p.m., 
would  be  delightfully  cool  and  refreshing,  al- 
lowing visitors  an  opportunity  to  view  a  charm- 
ing panorama  along  a  most  picturesque  route. 
If  Mr.  Francis  M.'Ware  carries  out  his  idea— 
and  he  is  good  sportsman  enough  to  do  so— the 
public  will  undoubtedly  patronize  the  coach  to 
a  degree  that  will  necessitate  its  continuance 
up  to  November. 

Guy  Ward,  than  whom  there  is  no  more  en- 
thusiastic horseman  to  be  found  among  the 
sporting  set  at  the  several  social  colpnies  on 
Long  Island,  'will  run  a  public  coach  this  sea- 
son for  the  accommodation  of  the  .summer  cot- 
tagers round  about  Hempstead,  picking  up  his 
passengers  in  the  early  morning  and  delivering 
them  at  the  several  depots  about  that  section  in 
time  to  train  in  to  the  city,  and  meeting  the 
evening  trains  so  as  to  deposit  his  patrons  at 
the  club-houses  or  their  homes  in  time  for  din- 
ner. This  is  an  arrangement  similar  to  what 
goes  on  across  the  water,  and  is  much  ap- 
preciated by  sportsmen  who  reside  throughout 
the  season  in  the  country  districts  where  golf, . 
hunting,  polo  and  other  sports  are  indulged  in, 
and  in  making  their  bookings  on  the  coaches 
they  all  do  their  part  in  supporting  this  old- 
fashioned  and  health-giving  pastime. 

Mr.  George  Inches,  a  prominent  member  of 
the  Country  Club  of  Worcester,  Mass.,  will, with 
some  of  his  fellow  members,  run  a  coach  from 


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the  club-house  along  the  glorious  roads  of  that 
district  into  Worcester  daily  this  season,  and 
this  will  do  much  to  revive  interest  in  the  sport 
of  coaching  throughout  that  section,  where  it 
has  been  allowed  to  lapse  somewhat  The 
picturesque  lanes  about  Beverly  Farms, 
Deadham  and  Myopia,  used  to  ring  with  the 
sound  of  tooting  horns  a  couple  or  three  years 
ago,  and  the  summer  colonists  who  make  their 
homes  within  sound  of  the  surging  sea  Vi^ere  of 
yore  among  the  most  enthusiastic  coaching  men 
of  the  country.  The  roads  throughout  Massa- 
chusetts, New  Hampshire  and  Connecticut  are 
ideal  for  coaching,  and,  given  a  little  encourage- 
ment such  as  initiated  by  Mr.  Inches,  we 
can  count  upon  the  old  condition  of  things 
being  revived. 

HUNTING. 

The  hunting  season,  now  closing,  has  been 
unusuall}''  successful,  the  open  weather  per- 
mitting of  prosecution  of  the  sport  with  scarcely 
a  break  from  start  to  finish.  From  all  the 
prominent  hunting  clubs  I  have  reports  of  well 
attended  meets  and  good  sport,  and,  while 
foxes  have  been  more  difficult  to  secure  than  in 
some  previous  seasons,  those  that  have  been 
scented  have  given  good  runs,  been  remark- 
ably clever,  and  have  afforded  hounds  all  the 
work  they  could  handle.  Drag  hounds  have 
had  much  the  best  of  it  this  year,  and  followers 
of  the  anise-seed  are  jubilant  over  the  going  they 
have  participated  in.  Of  course,  trailing  the 
artificial  to  a  "  kill  "  affords  much  more  rapid 
pace  than  hunting  a  "  brush,"  and  it  gives  the 
hard  riders  some  exhilarating  gallops  over  fiat 
country.  But  the  "  genuine  "  has  that  spirit  of 
uncertainty  about  it  which  appeals  to  all  good 
sportsmen  and  still  holds  premier  position  in 
hunting  lore. 

A  run  with  the  Meadowbrook  hounds,  under 
the  mastership  of  Mr.  Ralph  N.  Ellis,  is  al- 
ways a  pleasure;  and  a  recent  chase  that  took 
a  large  party,  including  the  "  pride  of  the 
hunt,"  Mrs.  James  L.  Kernochan,  Mrs.  E.  T. 
Cushman,  Mrs.  E.  Kenyon  Stowe,  and  Messrs. 
H.  L.  Herbert,  Sidney  Dillon  Ripley,  Harry 
S  Page,  Willie  Hayes,  Dr.  Field  and  Harry 
K.  Vingut,  over  the  hilly  country  about  East 
Norwich  was  particularly  enjoyable  The  pace 
was  hot  for  the  rolling  nature  of  the  land  cov- 
ered, the  fences  were  stiff  enough  to  satisfy 
the  most  exacting,  and  the  scent  well  laid,  so 
that  hounds  took  it  breast-high  most  of  the 
time.  Mr.  Ellis  must  be  commended  for  hav- 
ing his  pack  in  such  fine  condition  and  afford- 
ing his  guests  such  grand  runs.  His  schedule 
for  April,  which  will  show  the  variety  of  coun- 
try covered,  was  :  First  meet  at  Annandale, 
second  at  Island  Trees,  third  Meadowbrook 
Park,  fourth  Plandome  Mills,  fifth  Hicksville, 
sixth  Meadowbrook,  seventh  Wheatley,  eighth 
Syosset,  and  ninth  Greenlawn. 

With  such  fine  going  so  close  to  the  metrop- 
olis, the  wonder  is  that  more  hunting  men  do 
not  avail  themselves  of  Mr.  Ellis's  hospitality 
and  enjoy  a  run  with  the  Meadowbrook  pack. 
Pressure  of  business  and  the  war  scare,  I  sup- 
pose, operate  against  indulgence  in  the  sport 
just  now,  but  I  dare  say,  when  our  troubles  are 
straightened  out,  the  fields  about  Hempstead 
will  be  as  large  as  they  were  formerly. 

The    Ocean    County    hounds   at   Lakewood 


have  been  giving  excellent  sport,  the  runs  av- 
eraging' from  ten  to  fourteen  miles  over  some 
stiff  country.  A  recent  pretty  run  was  that 
taken  between  the  lakes  Carasaljo  and  Ma- 
netta,  taking  in  the  rolling  country  about  Skid- 
more  farm  and  Whitesville  to  Jackson's  Mill 
and  Manchester.  At  the  meet  were  noticed, 
with  the  master,  Mr.  James  Conver.se,  Miss 
Bessie  Whiting,  Mrs.  E.  Robbins,  Mrs.  James 
Borden  Harriman,  Mrs.  R.  L.  Dixon,  and 
Messrs.  Harry  Smith  and  Caynor,  of  the  Rad- 
nors;  Frank  Beard,  of  Brooklyn;  W.  E.  Car- 
ter, on  Huntingdon;  S.  P.  Parker,  of  the  Ded- 
hams;  Miss  Harvey,  of  the  Elk  Ridge  Hunt; 
Miss  Mitchell  on  Willow  Brook;  Mr.  Coolidge, 
of  Dedham;  J.  H.  Proctor,  of  the  Myopia  Club;, 
Huntsman  Dwyer  on  Sky  Scraper,  and  Willie 
Dwyer  and  Mclnry,  respectively  first  and  sec- 
ond whips.  This  pack  will  be  increased  by 
twenty  couples  of  Irish  hounds,  now  on  their 
way  across  the  ocean. 

A  club  recently  organized  in  the  Quaker  State 
ii  the  Chester  Valley  Hunt,  with  headquarters 
at  Berwyn.  Mr.  Penn  Smith  is  president  ;  Mr. 
R.  Colgan,  secretary,  and  Rens  Pechin,  M.  F.  H. 
The  club  boasts  of  over  thirty  members,  all  of 
the  hard-riding  sort.  The  kennels  are  estab- 
lished at  Strafford.  The  hunt  meets  four  days 
a  week,  and  the  hunting  is  hunting  of  the  genu- 
ine brand  down  there,  most  of  the  runs  lasting 
from  early  morning  till  late  in  the  evening,  and 
all  over  fences,  road-riding  being  tabooed  and 
counted  in  bad  form. 

As  Outing  goes  to  press,  the  Deep  Run  Hunt 
Club,  of  Richmond,  Va. ,  is  holding  a  two-days 
race  meet  (April  28-30).  The  features  are  a 
hunt-club  cup  steeplechase  of  two  and  a  half 
miles,  open  to  members  only  ;  a  half  mile,  a  five- 
furlong,  and  a  one-mile  ilat  race  ;  a  farmers' 
race,  open  to  farmers  and  tenants  over  whose 
land  the  club  hunts,  and  a  grand  steeplechase 
for  hunters,  the  property  of  amateurs. 

The  Washington  Hunt  Club,  at  Valley  Forge, 
has  enjoyed  good  sport  during  the  season,  and 
hounds,  when  laid  on,  have  crashed  and  burst 
away  many  times  on  a  burning  scent,  streaming 
over  the  moist  land  like  a  fiock  of  pigeons.  A 
hot  twenty  minutes  has  been  kept  up  on  several 
occasions,  and  the  going  has  been  so  good  that 
all  the  nearby  hunts  have  been  represented.  A 
nice  chase  was  that  which  the  hounds  gave  a  few 
days  ago,  when  the  Washington  coterie  were 
well  up  front,  members  of  the  Black  Rocks, 
Gulf  Mill  Club  and  Lionville  on  the  right  of  the 
field,  the  Westchesters,  Radnors,  Vincents  and 
Bellwoods  negotiating  the  fences  in  the  central 
space.  There  was  an  immense  crowd  out,  and 
some  well-mounted  hard  riders  showed  their 
coat-tails  to  the  young  'uns.  It  was  give  and 
take  all  day  between  the  Phoenix,  Birchrunville, 
Port  Kennedy  and  Royersford  Clubs,  and  no 
one  waited  for  a  lead.  There  was  not  much 
crowding,  however,  and  not  many  casualties 
happened,  although  there  was  some  little  "  toll 
taking  "  before  the  first  check  occurred.  The 
country  was  never  in  finer  fettle,  and  those 
lucky  enough  to  be  up  on  a  "blood  'un  "  kept 
in  "  view  "  most  of  the  time.  The  pace  was  ex- 
tremely rapid  to  the  Pickering  Creek  check, 
where  the  master  "  lifted  'em  "  in  response  to  a 
"view-halloo"  on  the  higher  ground.  Scent 
was  hot  clear  to  Beaver  Hills,  although  a  rough 
bit  of  timber  in  the  bottom  lands  told  on  the 


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half-breeds  in  the  troop.  The  quarry  "  put  'em 
to  the  question  "  on  tlie  western  turn,  but  the 
trick  failed  to  save  the  little  chap,  and  he  made 
his  final  plunge  for  liberty  by  leaping  through 
what  he  thought  was  a  drain,  but  which  proved 
to  be  only  the  hollow  trunk  of  a  very  short  tree, 
and  hounds  accounted  for  him  before  he  knew 
what  it  was  all  about. 

HORSE-SHOWS. 

Horsemen  are  jubilant  these  days  over  the 
bright  outlook  for  the  coming  season,  as  indica- 
tions point  to  the  holding  of  more  horse-shows 
during  1898  than  in  any  previous  year.  The 
list  for  the  season,  so  far  as  arranged  to  date, 
is  as  follows  : 

Past. 

Durland's  Academy,  New  York  City,  March  24, 
25,  26. 

Detroit  Riding  Club,  April  23. 

New  York  Riding  Ciub,  April  25. 

Brooklyn  Riding  and  Driving  Club,  April  28,  29,  30. 

To  Come. 

Washington,  D.  C,  May  4,  5.  6,  7. 

Toronto,  Canada,  May  4,  5,  6,  7. 

Queens  County,  Mineola,  L.  I.,  Ma}^  12,  13,  14. 

Westchester,  Pa.,  Stallion  Show,  May  14. 

Elk  Ridge  F.  H.  Club,  Baltimore,  May  19,  20,  21. 

Philadelphia,  May  24,  25,  26,  27,  28. 

Country  Club,  Brookline,  Mass.,  May  28,  30. 

National,  Crystal  Palace,  London,  May  28,  30,  31. 

Providence,  R.  I. 

Devon,  Pa. 

Bryn  Mawr,  Pa. 

Belle  Haven,  Conn. 

Long  Branch,  N.  J.,  August  12,  13,  14. 

Southampton,  L.  I.,  August  19,  20. 

Staten  Island,  N.  Y. 

Newport,  R.  I.,  September  s,  6,  7. 

Chicago  International  (Outdoor). 

Lexington,  Ky. 

Kansas  City,  Mo.,  September  4-11. 

Westchester,  N.  Y.,  September  28  to  October  i. 

Orange  County,  Goshen,  N.  Y.,  October  i,  2. 

Morristown,  N.  J.,  October  7,  8,  9. 

Durland's  horse-show,  which  was  the  seventh 
annual  affair  held  at  this  cozy  resort,  was  car- 
ried out  this  year  in  brilliant  style,  the  hall  be- 
ing crowded  at  every  session,  and  the  exhibits 
all  that  could  be  desired. 

The  classes  for  ladies'  turn-outs  were  well 
iilled  and  particularly  rich  in  correct  appoint- 
ments. Miss  Adelaide  Doremus  won  in  good 
company  with  her  gelding  Chester  shown  to 
neat  phaeton,  her  new  purchase.  Lady  Babbie, 
ranking  third.  Pretty  little  Miss  Colford's 
snappy  cob  Cottage  Prince  drew  the  lion's 
share  of  the  applause  when  second  prize  was 
awarded  to  it.  Miss  Doremus  won  again  on 
Chester  in  a  large  and  select  saddle  class  ;  and 
I  am  tempted  to  give  this  remarkable  animal's 
list  of  performances,  as,  while  I  hope  he  will 
long  remain  before  the  public,  yet  the  chance 
may  not  occur  again.  In  1896  Chester  was 
champion  at  Orange,  and  reserve  to  champion 
at  the  National  show  ;  first  at  Durland's,  first 
Tinder  saddle  and  in  harness  at  Brookl^m.  In 
1897  the  gelding  took  two  first  prizes  at  the 
Inaugural  show  ;  first  at  Boston,  first  at  Brook- 
lyn, three  firsts  at  Mineola  ;  first  and  special 
prize  at  Philadelphia.  The  gelding  is  chestnut 
colored,  15. i  hands  high  and  six  years  old  this 
spring. 

Other  horses  which  were  shown  to  advantage 
under  saddle  at  this  show  were  Dr.  Van  der 
Poel's  Aconite,  Harve}'  Ladew's  Lady  of  Qual- 
ity, Charles  Railey's  Edna  West,  E.  H.  Weath- 
erbee's  Spark,   W.  Durland's  Blondy,  Miss  A. 


H,  Wolff's  golden  chestnut  D'Or,  Mrs.  L.  F. 
Howe's  Lady  Dainty  and  Baymore,  Miss  Ben- 
nett's El  Capitan,  Miss  Gulliver's  Pumps,  Miss 
L.  H.  Weatherbee's  Caramel,  which  the  young 
lady  rode  in  faultless  style,  and  F.  Coykendall's 
Sport.  Mrs.  Kotman's  Blue  Gown  behaved 
cleverly  under  the  experienced  hands  of  Miss 
Belle  Beach,  and  Miss  Holloway  rode  well  on 
Mr.  Martin's  Robin  Hood. 

Mr.  Clausen,  who  judged  them  all  very  con- 
scientiously and  close  to  the  line,  accomplished 
his  task  in  a  manner  which  gave  general  satis- 
faction. 

In  the  high-stepping  department  of  this  show 
there  were  some  surprises,  notably  Mr.  Oliver 
Belmont's  recent  purchase,  Harkaway,  a  brill- 
iant bay  gelding  which  Hexter  and  Strauss 
have  discovered  for  him  to  match  rare  old 
Rockingham.  Mr.  Francis  Underbill,  the  judge, 
had  his  hands  full  in  deciding  between  the 
newcomer  and  Charles  Bates'  Madison  Square 
reserve  horse,  Egbert.  After  nearly  forty  min- 
utes' trial  of  action,  he  ordered  the  harness  ofl:, 
which  settled  it  in  favor  of  the  latter.  This 
brown  coach  horse  looked  more  appropriate  in 
the  wheel  of  a  tandem,  the  leader  being  that 
gay  old  trotting  stallion  Warlock,  whose  stylish 
way  of  putting  'em  up  in  front  literally  brought 
down  the  house.  It  was  Warlock's  first  appear- 
ance in  harness,  and  on  that  account  his  per- 
formance was  the  more  remarkable,  and  gave 
the  cognoscenti  something  to  hang  their  prog- 
nostications upon  for  the  coming  season.  The 
same  exhibitor's  Whirl  of  the  Town,  a  typical 
tandem  leader,  also  came  into  his  old  position 
at  the  top  of  his  class,  the  wheel  horse,  Actor, 
helping  him.  Mr.  George  B.  Hulme's  great 
pair.  Lieutenant  Wilkes  and  Lord  Brilliant, 
took  first  when  driven  in  the  lead  before  a 
pair  of  wheelers  of  their  own  dark  color;  and 
Mr.  Edwin  H.  Weatherbee  deserves  mention 
for  the  sporty-looking  gray  and  chestnut  pair 
he  showed  in  the  lead  traces  before  two  good, 
strong-looking  bays. 

Of  the  thirty  or  more  hunters  and  jumpers 
shown,  Mr.  W.  D.  Grand  had  the  winner  over 
fences  in  his  gelding  Red  Oak,  a  natural 
jumper,  and  a  clean  thoroughbred,  to  boot. 
General  Healy's  Kensington  was  shown,  and 
Miss  Page  and  Miss  Holloway  both  distin- 
guished themselves  in  demonstrating  how 
young  ladies  to  the  manner  born  can  put  horses 
like  Rallywood,  Gray  Eagle  and  Kenwood  over 
stiff  fences.  Mr.  Collier  was  the  star  rider  of 
the  show,  so  far  as  the  masculine  brigade  was 
concerned,  and  he  handled  Mr.  J.  O.  Green's 
Frank  and  Mr.  Durland's  Jubilee  with  great 
judgment.  Stanton  Elliott,  a  persistent  win- 
ner of  prizes  in  the  past,  rode  Mr.  Weatherbee's 
Sir  Peter.  A  little  steeple-chasing  was  in- 
dulged in  by  the  professional  rider  who  essayed 
to  pilot  Gray  Eagle  over  the  sticks  in  one  class. 
On  the  whole,  there  was  too  much  rushing  at 
fences,  but  the  people  "up"  were  clever  at 
"  sticking  on,"  so  nothing  serious  happened. 

In  a  nice  class  of  long-tailed  saddle-horses, 
Mr.  G.  L.  Lawrence  showed  Bessie;  Mr.  E.  S. 
Stokes,  The  Governor  ;  Colonel  Stoezer,  Mr. 
Reisenger's  Prince  Elphberg,  which  he  won 
with,  and  Mr.  R.  F.  Amend,  Pet.  Among  the 
ponies  shown  were  those  of  Mrs.  O.  H.  P.  Bel- 
mont, Miss  Anna  Bush,  Miss  Cameron  and 
Miss  Colford.  A.  H.  Godfrey. 


ICE-HOCKEY. 


THE  second  season  of  ice-hockey  in  Amer- 
ica has  ended,  and  the  success  of  the 
sport  cannot  be  doubted,  although  the 
past  winter's  games  were  marred  by 
several  features  that  call  for  the  strictest  cen- 
sure and  a  most  careful  revision  of  the  rules 
before  the  schedule  of  next  season's  games. is 
opened.  The  main  fault  of  the  season  was 
roughness. 

There  are  two  causes  responsible  for  this  : 
Firstly,  the  weak  imipiring  that  prevailed,  and 
secondl3^  the  rules  that  permitted  both  rough 
play  and  weak  umpiring.  The  rules  that  gov- 
ern these  points  are  entirely  too  vague  ;  they 
leave  far  too  much  latitude  for  both  player  and 
umpire.  Only  in-  occasional  matches,  when  the 
umpires  held  the  strictest  ideas  as  to  proper 
play,  and,  what  was  still  rarer,  had  the  back- 
bone to  enforce  them,  were  the  pla3^ers  disqual- 
ified for  their  transgressions.  Warnings  were 
frequent,  but  their  constant  repetition  only 
amounted  to  an  admission  of  the  unfair  tactics 
of  some  of  the  players. 

Early  in  the  winter  the  impression  seemed 
to  prevail  among  some  of  the  players  that  this 
rough  play  was  good  hockey,  and  when  its  use 
had  been  responsible  for  a  victory  or  two,  the 
impression  seemed  to  grow  stronger. 

It  was  not  until  the  champion  Canadian  play- 
ers made  their  American  tour  and  played  both  of 
the  crack  New  York  teams  that  the  metropoli- 
tan players  began  to  realize  that  the  best  hockey 
was  not  the  roughest  hockey,  and  that  it  was 
more  skillful  and  produced  better  results  to 
dodge  an  opponent  than  to  push  him  out  of  the 
way.  They  discovered  that  body  -  checking, 
although  permissible,  was  much  less  a  feature 
of  the  Canadian  play  than  their  own,  and  that  the 
cleverest  players  did  not  find  it  necessary,  be- 
cause they  could  get  the  puck  from  an  oppo- 
nent with  their  sticks  and  without  their  shoul- 
ders. These  Canadians — the  most  skillful  play- 
ers in  the  world,  too,  by  the  way — did  not  show 
a  sign  of  the  roughness  that  has  been  such  a 
feature  of  the  play  shown  by  some  of  our  im- 
ported talent.  Instead  of  using  their  sticks  as 
did  Dobby,  or  throwing  their  opponents  as  did 
Baird,  these  Canucks  passed  and  dodged  so  well 
that  rough  play  was  entirely  unnecessary. 

But  the  lesson  did  not  last  long.  When  the 
final  games  of  the  season  came  soon  after,  the 
rivalry  between  the  New  York  A.  C.  and  the 
St.  Nicholas  teams  grew  so  strong  that  the  play 
degenerated  again  badly.  In  the  first  of  the 
two  final  games  between  these  teams  there  was 
some  very  questionable  body-checking,  and  the 
second  was  disgraceful.  The  St.  Nicholas  play- 
ers had  had  less  rough  play  attributed  to  them 
during  the  winter  than  any  of  the  others  in  the 
League,  but  in  the  last  game  of  the  year  they 
broke  their  record;  while  the  "  Mercury  Foot  " 
delegation  had  evidently  determined  to  win  at 
all  hazards,  and  win  they  did.  One  St.  Nich- 
olas player  was  knocked  out  so  badly  that  he 
had  to  be  carried  off  the  ice,  while  another  al- 
most came  to  blows  with  his  adversary  because 
of  the  rough  tactics. 

Before  another  season  body-checking  must 
be  prohibited,  at  least  until  American  players 
learn  its  proper  use.  Hockey  umpires  must  be 
governed  by  mandatory  rules  on  disqualifica- 


tion, not  optional  laws  ;  they  should  be  ordered 
to  disqualify  players  for  the  first  sign  of  in- 
tentional roughness,  or  for  the  second  instance 
of  a  foul,  caused  by  careless  play. 

Two  other  points  in  the  rules  need  revision. 
Goal-umpires  should  be  chosen  who  have  no 
sympathies  with  either  team  in  the  match  for 
which  they  officiate.  Some  of  the  work  of  the 
goal-umpires  this  season  was  very  bad,  and  it 
gave  rise  to  the  suggestion  that  goal  cages  of 
network,  as  in  ice-polo,  be  used  in  hockey,  in- 
stead of  post  goals.  This  is  impracticable, 
however,  unless  a  "  crease  "  is  added,  as  in  la- 
crosse, water -polo  and  other  games  of  this 
character,  for  the  goal-keeper  under  the  present 
conditions  governing  the  attack  must  be  actual- 
ly between  the  posts,  not  outside  of  them. 

The  rule  on  off-side  play  is  also  very  weak  as 
it  stands  now.  Under  present  conditions  a 
player  can  offset  a  distinct  advantage  gained 
by  the  other  side,  by  playing  off-side,  for  such  a 
play  requires  the  puck  to  be  faced  again  with 
equal  chances  for  its  possession.  There  is  no 
penalty  for  the  offending  team,  as  in  football, 
for  instance.  If  the  puck  were  given  to  the 
opponents  for  an  off-side  play,  and  they  were 
allowed  to  put  it  in  play  without  interference 
where  the  offence  occurred,  the  offenders  would 
not  be  too  heavily  penalized  for  their  infraction 
of  the  rules.  In  case  of  a  fumble  or  a  forward 
pass  an  off-side  player  can  now  prevent  its  fall- 
ing into  the  hands  of  the  enemy  b}'  touching 
it,  and  this  is  manifestly  unfair,  because  it  puts 
the  offending  team  on  an  equal  footing  with, 
their  antagonists,  instead  of  penalizing  them. 

The  improvement  in  this  winter's  hockey 
over  that  of  a  year  ago  was  very  marked,  and 
it  is  probable  that  as  much  more  will  be  shown 
before  another  season  has  passed  into  history. 

THE   CHAMPIONSHIP    RECORD. 

The  championship  series  of  the  Amateur 
Hockey  League  ended  March  26th  at  the  St. 
Nicholas  Rink, -in  New  York,  with  a  final  vic- 
tory for  the  team  that  won  the  title  last  season, 
the  New  York  Athletic  Club.  The  struggle 
with  their  old  rivals,  the  St.  Nicholas  Skating 
Club,  was  close  and  exciting.  At  the  end  of 
the  regular  schedule  the  games  stood  even,  and 
the  tie  for  the  League  championship  had  to  be 
settled  with  an  extra  game  the  following  even- 
ing. The  "  Mercury  Foot"  wearers  finalty  won 
this  deciding  game  after  a  most  exciting  match, 
commented  on  elsewhere. 

Perhaps  the  most  remarkable  feature  of  the 
end  of  the  season  was  the  rapid  improvement 
of  the  Brooklyn  Skating  Club  team. 

Here  is  the  full  record  of  the  championship 
series : 

CJ       'O  "O       (J 

-  Co  O  s;  •  ..^- 

"^  -.  ,.  '^  -^  ^ 

A.  H.  L.                   -!«  ^  ^  <<  V  ^          GAMES. 

CHAiMPIONSHIP           ^  .§  ?  ^  '5  (§ 

HOCKEY  RECORD,      ^  -ii  l:^  ^  "2                                 I 

1898.                        I  ^  §  S  I  «       §      ^'       i 

New  York  A.  C —    12      5      3      3  23      7      22 

St.  Nicholas  S.  C 8    —      5      3    n  27      6      31 

Brooklyn  S.  C 74    —      66  23      530 

New  York  H.  C i      o      5    —      4  10      2      61 

Montclair  A.  C 1302    —  6170 

Goals  scored  against  17    19    15    14    24  89    21    21    4 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


The  most  important  games  since  our  last  re- 
ports were  as  follows  : 

NEW    YORK    A.    C  ,    I  ;    HOCKEY     CLUB   OF    N.    Y.,    I. 

March  8th — The  score  at  the  end  of  the  sec- 
ond half  was  i  goal  to  i ,  but  the  authorities  of 
the  rink  would  not  permit  the  usual  extra  ten 
minutes  of  play  to  break  the  tie,  because  a 
large  crowd  of  impatient  people  was  waiting  to 
get  on  the  ice  and  skate.  Both  teams  were 
guilty  of  considerable  rough  play,  and  the  ref- 
eree was  forced  to  caution  men  several  times 
for  their  questionable  methods.  The  Ice  Pal- 
ace Rink  is  very  narrow  indeed  and  quite  long, 
so  that  the  visitors  found  it  difficult  to  get 
the  puck  past  the  home  forwards,  who  body- 
checked  fiercely  at  times. 

YALE,  4  ;    COLUMBIA,  I. 

Yale  outplayed  Columbia  at  the  Clermont 
Avenue  Rink  in  Brookljm,  March  12th,  and  won 
by  4  goals  to  i.  The  game  was  the  play-off  of 
a  tie.  Coxe,  Palmer  and  Hall  did  the  best  work 
for  Yale,  and  Belden,  Robb  and  Pell  for  Co- 
lumbia. Robb  scored  the  only  goal  for  Colum- 
bia, on  a  brilliant  individual  play  very  near  the 
end  of  the  game. 

BROOKLYN    S.    C,    3;    ST.    NICHOLAS   S.    C,    2. 

The  Brooklyn  Skating  Club  beat  the  St. 
Nicholas  Skating  Club,  at  the  Clermont  Ave- 
nue Rink,  Brooklyn,  March  15th,  3  goals  to  2. 
The  game  was  close  and  exciting  throughout. 
The  newly-imported  Canadian  players  who 
had  been  added  to  the  Brooklyn  team,  how- 
ever, proved  too  strong  for  the  St.  Nicholas. 
Dobby  and  Drysdale  distinguished  themselves 
for  Brooklyn,  while  Callender  and  Barron  car- 
ried off  the  honors  for  St.  Nicholas. 

NEW    YORK,    i;    HOCKEY    CLUB,  O, 

The  tie  game  of  March  Sth  between  the  New 
York  Athletic  Club  and  the  Hockey  Club  of 
New  York  was  played  off  at  the  Ice  Palace 
Rink,  March  17th,  and  resulted  in  a  victory  for 
the  champions  by  i  goal  to  o.  Even  the  single 
goal  scored  was  not  above  suspicion.  The 
game  was  at  times  very  rough,  and  at  no  time 
entirely  free  from  questionable  play.  Bogart 
played  particularly  well  for  the  victors,  while 
Captain  Fen  wick  put  up  his  usual  brilliant 
game.  O'Donnell  also  made  a  number  of 
clever  stops  for  the  Hockey  Club  team,  and 
but  for  his  clever  work  the  score  would  have 
been  still  higher  in  favor  of  the  victors.  The 
players  lined  up  as  follows  : 

N.   Y.  A.  C.  Positions. 

Macrae Goal 

Lynch     Point 

Fenwick Cover-point. . . 

Baird ^  [. 

Wonham J  L  . 

NEW    YORK,   I  ;    MONTCLAIR,  O. 

The  New  York  Athletic  Club  team  won  over 
the  Montclair  Athletic  Club  team  at  the  St. 
Nicholas  Rink,  March  22d.  The  score  was  only 
I  goal  to  o,  and  those  who  saw  the  game  won- 
dered at  the  inability  of  the  champions  to  score 
more  often.  The  New  Jersey  players  put  up  a 
strong  defense,  and  the  champions  played 
loosely  throughout  the  game.  The  puck  was 
kept  most  of  the  time  in  the  visitors'  territory. 


Hockey  Club. 

O'Donnell 

Curnen 

Hunt 

.De   Casanova 

B.  Phillips 

Russell 

S.  Phillips 


ST.   NICHOLAS,  4  ;    NEW  YORK,  2. 

The  last  game  of  the  regular  championship 
schedule  was  played  at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink, 
March  25th,  before  an  enormous  crowd.  The 
teams  were  the  New  York  Athletic  Club  and  the 
St.  Nicholas  Skating  Club,  and  victory  meant 
the  championship  for  the  former  or  a  tie  for 
the  latter.  After  the  cleverest  game  of  the 
winter  the  St.  Nicholas  players  won,  4  goals  to 
2,  and  tied  the  League  championship  score,  so 
that  another  and  deciding  game  was  necessary 
the  following  evening.  Only  in  spots  was  the 
game  rough,  although  both  sides  were  very 
keen  to  win.  Captain  Barron,  of  the  St.  Nicho- 
las team,  was  heavily  thrown  early  in  the  game, 
but  he  pluckily  continued  playing  to  its  end. 
Callender  proved  to  be  the  star  of  the  game, 
and  it  was  largely  to  his  clever  work  that  the 
victory  was  due.  He  made  two  of  the  four 
goals  his  team  earned,  through  brilliant  indi- 
vidual play,  both  being  scored  almost  single- 
handed.  He  also  made  a  third  from  a  clever 
pass  by  Barron,  and  all  through  the  game  his 
passing  and  dodging  were  brilliant.  Harty 
and  Barron  both  played  well,  and  Wrenn,  at 
cover-point,  fairly  outdid  himself  ;  he  was  al- 
most if  not  quite  as  good  as  Fenwick,  a  dis- 
tinction that  few  Americans  can  claim. 

The  players  lined  up  as  follows  : 

St.  Nicholas  S.  C.  Positions.  N.  Y.  A .  C. 

Hewitt Goal Macrae 

Slocum Point Belden 

Wrenn Cover-point Fenwick 

Barron 1  f Baird 

Callender I    t7„..„.„..^„       !  Wallace 


Harty . . 
Larned. 


Forwards. 


l- 


. . .  Bogart 
.  Wonham 


NEW    YORK    A.    C. ,    1\    ST.    NICHOLAS,    I. 

The  deciding  game  in  the  championship  se- 
ries of  the  Amateur  Hockey  League  was  played 
at  the  St.  Nicholas  Rink,  March  26th,  between 
the  New  York  Athletic  Club  and  the  St.  Nich- 
olas Skating  Club  teams,  and  resulted  in  a  vic- 
tory for  the  former  by  2  goals  to  i.  This  game 
gave  the  championship  of  the  League  to  the 
winners.  The  game  was  disgraceful  to  most  of 
the  players,  and  the  spectators  showed  their 
disapproval  many  times. 

One  of  the  St.  Nicholas  players  was  badly 
hurt  in  a  scrimmage  and  had  to  be  carried  off 
the  ice.  Barron  was  too  much  used  up  from 
the  game  of  the  night  before  to  play  again,  and 
O'Connor,  who  took  his  place,  was  the  unfor- 
tunate plaj^er. 

The  quality  of  the  play  was  not  nearly  so 
good  as  that  of  the  night  before,  chiefly  becattse 
the  players  were  all  so  anxious  to  win  that  they 
forgot  their  skill  in  their  excitement,  and  scram- 
bled about  the  ice  almost  wholly  without  team 
work.  Fenwick  and  Baird  each  scored  one  goal 
for  the  winners  early  in  the  game,  and  Harty 
made  one  for  St.  Nicholas  not  long  after. 
Neither  side  could  score  in  the  second  half,  and 
the  game  ended  with  one  goal  to  the  advantage 
of  the  New  York  A.  C. 

The  players  lined  up  as  follows  : 

New   York  A.   C.  Positions.  St.  Nicholas  S.   C. 

Macrae Goal Hewitt 

Belden Point Slocum 

Fenwick  Cover-point ..   Wrenn 

Baird 1  f O'Connor 

Wallace 1      pr.rward=;     J"-' Callender 

Bogart r     i"orwards.    \ ^^^^^ 

Wonham J  [ Larned 

J.  Parmly  Paret. 


THE    INDIAN    ENCAMPMENT   AT    THE   NEW    ENGLAND    SPORTSMEN'S   EXPOSITION. 


ROD  AND  GUN. 


THE    NEW    ENGLAND    SPORTSMEN  S    EXPOSITION. 

WELL  done,  Boston  !  Big  Gotham  has 
tried  it  four  times  and  done  fairly 
well  at  each  attempt,  but  it  has  re- 
mained for  the  "Hub"  to  rightly 
demonstrate  what  a  sportsmen's  show 
should  be.  For  two  weeks  delighted  thousands 
packed  the  spacious  Mechanics'  Hall,  where  the 
show  was  held,  and  of  all  those  thousands  not 
one  had  a  chance  to  criticise  the  management, 
or  to  detect  a  flaw  in  the  magnificent  displa}''. 

A  few  of  the  reasons  for  the  great  success  and 
its  probable  results,  may  be  briefly  touched 
upon.  In  the  first  place,  the  energetic  gentle- 
men who  had  charge  of  the  aifair  were  broad 
in  their  ideas  and  liberal  with  their  cash.  They 
also  grasped  the  important  fact  that  a  sports- 
men's exposition  should  rise  far  above  the  level 
of  a  mere  trade  show.  In  addition  to  being 
energetic  the  gentlemen  of  Boston  were  capa- 
ble of  doing  justice  to  their  enterprise.  All  de- 
partments were  in  charge  of  men  who  thor- 
oughly understood  their  tasks,  and  all  worked 
harmoniously  for  the  common  good.  It  is 
therefore  hardly  surprising  that  the  result  of 
their  labors  fairly  startled  the  visitors. 

The  view  upon  entering  roused  the  enthu- 
tiiasm  of  all,  and    especially   appealed   to   the 


sportsman.  The  advertising  nuisance  was 
absent,  and  there  was  none  of  the  unseemly 
things,  the  glare,  or  the  noise  too  frequently 
prominent  at  such  affairs.  Instead,  one  seemed 
to  be  entering  a  bit  of  woodland  and  to  be  vis- 
iting the  wild  creatures  in  their  homes.  Moose, 
elk,  deer,  bear,  mountain  sheep,  puma,  etc., 
etc.,  were  all  there,  looking  fat,  well-cared  and 
content.  Large  pens  of  geese  and  duck  in 
variety,  including  a  whole  display  of  wood  duck 
and  teal  (green  wing,  blue  wing  and  European), 
showed  the  fowl  to  great  advantage,  while  the 
provisions  for  the  comfort  of  the  birds  would 
have  delighted  even  a  member  of  the  Audubon 
Society.  In  smaller  pens  were  pheasant, 
grouse,  quail,  California  quail,  etc.,  and  here 
again  was  proof  of  kindly  care,  for  the  birds 
were  protected  by  twine  netting  which  pre- 
vented all  possibility  of  injury. 

As  it  would  be  impossible,  in  my  limited 
space,  for  me  to  do  justice  to  the  many  features 
of  interest,  I  shall  not  dwell  upon  details,  but  a 
further  comment  or  so  will  not  be  amiss  The 
display  of  trout  was  very  pleasing.  Well-lighted 
tanks  contained  many  choice  specimens,  hy- 
brids, and  so  on,  while  hatchery  methods  were 
explained  by  contrivances  for  that  purpose. 
Close  by  was  a  goodly  pool,  with  mimic  fall  and 
all,  wherein  sported  lusty  fellows  which  did  a 


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chap's  heart  good  to  see.  There  was  one  trout 
— exactly  the  right  size — and  so  broad  was  his 
fat  back  and  so  deep  his  gleaming  belly,  that  I 
blush  to  own  that  I  was  sorely  tempted  to  swipe 
him  and  hale  him  to  the  chef  of  the  Vendome. 

In  the  rear  division  of  the  show,  the  special 
features  were  an  encampment  of  real,  sure- 
enough  "Injuns,"  tepees,  pappooses,  ponies, 
and  all ;  and  an  immense  tank,  deep  enough 
for  a  man  to  plunge  into  head-first,  and  broad 
enough  for  fly-casting,  log-rolling,  swimming, 
playing  as  swimmer  with  fishing-tackle,  jack- 
spearing  and  the  like  Everywhere  the  same 
admirable  arrangements  and  perfect  manage- 
ment prevailed,  and  through  it  all  the  trade 
element  was  m.erely  a  minor  feature,  just  suf- 
ficiently prominent  to  be  useful  without  being 
tiresome  The  few  features  mentioned  will 
give  an  idea  of  what  Boston  deems  a  fair  re- 
turn for  one's  gate-money. 

Now,  I  am  not  throwing  bouquets  at  Boston, 
but  I  do  hope  that  those  New  Yorkers  who 
were  present  will  heed  the  lesson  there  fairly 
and  freely  taught.  The  show  was  much  more 
than  a  mere  exhibit,  for  it  possessed  an  educa- 
tional value  which  can  hardl}'  be  overestimated. 
It  gave  a  grand  opportunity  to  artists  and  to 
those  interested  in  natural  history  and  the  love 
of  outdoor  sports  ;  and,  best  of  all,  it  gave  to 
the  poor  overworked  man  and  woman,  who 
used  to  love  such  things  in  b3^gone  days,  a 
chance  to  renew  acquaintance  with  the  denizens 
of  the  old  stream  and  the  old  woods. 

Just  how  much  actual  good  the  show  did  to 
the  cause  of  sport  is  diificult  to  estimate,  but  it 
cannot  have  failed  to  aid  in  the  deserving 
cause.  It  certainly  interested  the  people.  It 
showed  to  inany  the  living  creatures  of  which 
they  had  read,  and  in  so  doing  it  presented  the 
picturesque  side  of  sport.  And,  unless  I  am 
mistaken,  it  did  more — it  preached  an  eloquent 
sermon  in  behalf  of  healthful  recreation,  it  was 
a  well-placed  advertisement  calling  attention 
to  the  manifold  charms  of  our  great  outdoors  ; 
and  in  calling  people  nearer  to  nature's  heart 
it  must  call  them  nearer  to  nature's  God,  for 
there  is  naught  of  evil  in  the  wilderness  and 
no  man  is  injured  by  being  coaxed  within  the 
sweet  influence  of  the  woods  or  within  earshot 
of  the  sermon  of  streams.  If  I,  a  seasoned 
veteran,  with  the  privilege  of  each  year  tasting 
the  real  thing,  found  pleasure  in  this  whole- 
some show,  how  much  more  enjo3^able  must  it 
have  been  to  those  who  crave  for  something  of 
the  sort  but  lack  the  time  or  means  to  gratify 
their  longing. 

It  is  very  satisfactory  to  record  that  in  the 
opinion  of  visitors  Outing's  display  was  the 
second  best  of  all  the  comprehensive  gathering. 
In  addition  to  a  choice  collection  of  original 
drawings  by  staff  artists,  the  display  embraced 
examples  of  taxidermy  by  Wm.  Hart  &  Co. 
and  Fred  Sauter  ;  fishing  tackle  and  general 
sporting  goods  by  the  well-known  firm  of  Wm. 
Read  &  Sons,  Boston  ;  photographic  goods, 
folding  cameras,  etc.,  by  the  Blair  Camera 
Company  ;  golf  and  athletic  goods  by  Horace 
Partridge,  of  Boston ;  paddles  and  oars  by  T. 
J.  Shaw,  of  Boston  ;  guns,  rifles,  etc.,  by  the 
standard  makers,  Winchester  Arms  Company, 
Savage  Arms  Company,  and  Lefever  Arms 
Company;  bridles  and  saddles  by  Messrs.  Mar- 
tin &  Martin. 


THE  INTERCOLLEGIATE   SHOOTING   ASSOCIATION. 

Not  long  since,  in  this  city,  representatives 
from  Yale,  Harvard,  Princeton,  Columbia  and 
Pennsylvania  met  and  formed  an  association 
for  the  promotion  of  intercollegiate  shooting 
contests.  Two  contests  will  be  held  each  year, 
one  during  the  first  week  in  May,  the  second 
during  the  first  week  in  November.  The  first 
contest  will  be  at  New  Haven,  May  7th.  Each 
man  will  shoot  at  30  clay  birds,  five  consecu- 
tive, at  unknown  angles,  and  under  the  rules 
of  the  American  Trap-Shooting  League.  The 
association  championship  trophy  will  be  con- 
tested for  once  a  year,  and  will  become  the 
property  of  the  institution  winning  it  three 
times,  not  necessarily  consecutivel3^  Other 
prizes  will  be  provided  as  rewards  for  indi- 
vidual skill.  The  officers  of  the  new  associa- 
tion are :  President,  H.  F  Lunt,  Harvard ; 
Vice-Presidents,  T.  B.  Coffin,  Columbia,  and 
H.  S.  Paine,  Princeton  ;  Secretary,  Oglesby 
Paul,  Pennsylvania  ;  Treasurer,  C.  B.  Spears, 
Yale. 

Many  an  interesting  race  should  follow,  and 
one  naturally  may  expect  a  marked  increase  of 
interest  in  matters  pertaining  to  the  twelve- 
gauge.  If  I  may  venture  upon  a  suggestion, 
I  would  say  that  the  college  men  might  find 
it  better  for  their  all-round  shooting  if  they 
harked  back  a  bit  and  encouraged  the  old  style 
of  holding  the  butt  of  the  gun  below  the  el- 
bow in  preference  to  the  more  modern  posi- 
tion. I  believe  in  making  trap-shooting  as 
nearly  as  possible  like  field-shooting,  and  I  hate 
to  see  a  man  set  himself  and  level  his  gun  be- 
fore he  calls  "Pull."  I  know  the  experts  do 
it,  and  I  know  it  gives  them  an  advantage,  or 
they  wouldn't  do  it ;  but  it  is  questionable  if 
the  position  is  desirable  for  gentlemen  who, 
presumably,  desire  to  have  fun  and  improve 
their  marksmanship  for  the  field,  rather  than  to 
confine  themselves  entirely  to  trap  work.  It 
requires  just  about  as  much  skill  to  rapidly 
bring  the  gun  from  below  the  elbow  to  the 
shoulder  as  it  does  to  correctly  aim  it  after  it 
is  leveled,  and  this  sort  of  shooting  is  much 
better  practice  for  work  afield  than  can  be 
derived  from  the  gun-to-shoulder  way. 

THE    GRAND    AMERICAN    HANDICAP. 

The  sixth  annual  Grand  American  Handicap 
was  held  at  Elkwood  Park,  N.  J.,  March  22d, 
23d,  24th  and  25th.  It  is  quite  within  the  mark 
to  say  that  the  Grand  American  of  '98  was  the 
greatest  affair  of  the  sort  the  world  has  seen, 
and  also  that  it  afforded  one  of  the  most  excit- 
ing finishes  that  ever  delighted  trap-shooters. 

The  conditions  were  :  Twenty-five  birds  ;  $25 
entrance  ;  birds  extra  ;  not  class  shooting  ;  han- 
dicap, 25  to  33  yards  ;  $1,500  guaranteed  by  the 
Interstate  Association  and  all  surplus  added  ; 
$600  and  sterling  silver  trophy  to  first  high  gun, 
$500  to  second  high  gun  and  $400  to  the  third 
high  gun  ;  all  money  in  the  purse  in  excess  of 
the  $1,500  to  be  divided  in  accordance  with  the 
number  of  entries  received. 

The  entries  numbered  207,  of  which  six  were 
post  entries.  Ten  entries  forfeited,  leaving  197 
to  settle  the  question.  Last  year,  of  146  en- 
tries, 135  went  to  the  score. 

When  the  noise  of  battle  had  ceased  and  the 
smoke  had  cleared  away,  nine  men  had  killed 
straight  scores,  the  men  being  E.  D.   Fulford^ 


CRICK  El. 


205 


G.  W.  Loomis,  "Jim  Jones,"  W.  F.  Bender, 
W.  Patten,  T.  Laflin,  R.  O.  Heikes,  J.  A.  R.  El- 
liott and  R.  Wagner.  They  divided  the  money, 
each  getting  $412.16.  Then  they  shot  off  for 
the  trophy.  Elliott  and  Wagner  missed  their 
first  birds,  Heikes  lost  his  fourth,  Laflin  and 
Patten  fell  in  the  seventh.  Bender  in  the  elev- 
enth, and  "  Jones  "  in  the  fourteenth.  It  was 
now  East  versus  West,  Fulford  and  Loomis,  of 
Omaha,  Neb.  It  was  a  magnificent  display  of 
nerve  and  skill,  but  Loomis  lost  his  twenty- 
third  bird,  and  so  the  trophy  and  the  glory  be- 
longed to  Fulford  with  twenty-three  straight. 
The  winner  shot  a  7^-lb  Remington,  using 
trap  shells,  3^  Schultze,  \]^  No.  7.  Loomis 
used  a  Pai-ker  of  same  weight. 

Previous  winners  of  the  Grand  American 
were  :  1893,  R.  A.  Welch,  Philadelphia,  21  en- 
tries ;  1894,  T.  W.  Murphy,  Paterson,  N.  J.,  54 
entries  ;  1895,  J.  G.  Messner,  Pittsburg,  61  en- 
tries ;  1896,  O.  R.  Dickey,  Boston,  109  entries  ; 
1897,  Hon.  T.  A.  Marshall,  Keithsburg,  111.,  146 
entries. 

TROUT    FISHING. 

While  some  nearby  waters  yield  a  fair 
amount  of  sport  during  April,  it  is  not  until 
May  ist  that  the  best  streams  of  the  North 
are  available,  and  the  great  body  of  anglers 
begin  to  take  matters  seriously.    As  a  rule,  the 


sooner  one  gets  to  work  after  the  fish  begin  to 
feed  the  better  is  the  sport  ;  and  there  will  be 
plenty  of  rods  busy  in  New  York,  Pennsyl- 
vania, Maine,  Nova  Scotia,  New  Brunswick, 
Quebec,  and  Ontario  by  the  time  this  will  reach 
some  of  my  readers.  Advices  from  several 
points  speak  well  for  the  prospects.  Pennsyl- 
vania streams  are  always  fairly  reliable,  and 
one  is  apt  to  find  first-rate  sport  at  many  points 
in  Northern  New  York.  Those  who  go  further 
will  find  the  real  thing  in  the  Moosehead  and 
Rangeley  regions  of  Maine;  and,  of  course,  the 
more  remote  waters  of  Nova  Scotia  and  New 
Brunswick  are  well-stocked,  as  they  have  ever 
been.  The  Laurentian  country  north  of  Que- 
bec City,  and  the  north  shore  of  the  St.  Law- 
rence River,  between  Montreal  and  Quebec, 
are  fairly  netted  with  trout-waters;  and  there 
are  many  points  where  royal  sport  is  to  be  had 
along  the  Ottawa  River,  notably  in  the  neigh- 
borhood of  Pembroke  and  Mattawa.  Best  of 
all,  yet  farther  away,  is  the  magnificent  North 
Shore  of  Lake  Superior,  with  many  streams  and 
lakes  filled  with  big  trout  ;  and  upon  the  Amer- 
ican side  of  Superior  is  the  famous  South 
Shore,  with  all  its  possibilities,  while  within 
easy  reach  lie  some  of  the  very  best  of  the 
Michigan  and  Wisconsin  waters. 

Ed.  W.  Sandys. 


CRICKET. 


INTERCOLLEGIATE. 

THE  outlook  for  the  coming  season  points 
to  the  University  of  Pennsylvania  as 
the  most  probable  winner  of  the  cham- 
pionship series.  She  is  making  a  de- 
cided effort  to  improve  her  team,  and, 
with  early  practice  in  the  baseball  cage  and  on 
Franklin  Field,  great  improvement  has  been 
made.  The  new  candidates  are  showing  up 
well.  Among  the  most  prominent  of  these 
may  be  mentioned  Percy  Clark,  who  was  a 
member  of  the  Philadelphia  team  that  went  to 
England  last  summer  and  is  a  good  man  in 
both  departments  ;  S.  G.  Clemenson,  a  mem- 
ber of  last  year's  Philadelphia  colts  team  ;  A. 
F.  Coca,  who  has  had  experience  in  the  game 
at  Haverford  College  ;  W.  P.  O'Neill,  who  was 
captain  of  the  Penn  Charter  eleven  ;  T.  F.  Cad- 
walader,  of  St.  Paul's  School  team,  and  several 
others  who  give  considerable  promise. 

Harvard,  on  the  other  hand,  has  not  so  good 
a  team  as  last  year.  Several  of  the  best  men 
of  last  year's  team  have  left  college.  It  is 
doubtful,  also,  whether  H.  Y.  Gray,  their 
wicket-keeper,  will  be  able  to  play  this  year, 
on  account  of  his  law-school  work.  The  new 
men  have  been  doing  their  winter  work  in  the 
gymnasium.  Fortunately,  many  of  them  have 
had  previous  experience  at  St.  Paul's  School, 
and  some  in  the  Philadelphia  district.  One 
can  never  tell  quite  what  material  is  likely  to 
be  produced  out  of  colts,  and  we  may  have 
some  surprises.  St.  Paul's  has  turned  out 
some  good  men.  The  boys  there  have  oppor- 
tunities for  learning  the  game  such  as  few  boys 
in  this  country,  I  am  sorry  to  say,  have. 
^Haverford  has  her  work  cut  out,  if  she 
wishes  to  keep  up  to  the  standard  set  in  the 
years  of  Lester,  Scattergood,  and  Adams. 


I  regret  that  Harrow  was  unable  to  accept 
the  invitation  sent  them  by  Haverford  to  play 
a  series  of  games  in  this  country.  Such  a  series 
of  games  would  have  been  most  pleasing  and 
beneficial  to  cricket  in  the  large  schools  of  this 
country.  Haverford,  too,  was  anxious  for  an 
opportunity  to  return  the  courtesies  she  received 
while  abroad. 

The  authorities  at  Harrow  were  desirous 
that  the  arrangements  should  be  completed, 
but  several  of  their  first  eleven  would  be  un- 
able to  leave  England  this  year,  and  they  consid- 
ered it  best  not  to  come  over  unless  they  could 
do  so  at  full  strength.  In  this  the}?  were  un- 
doubtedly wise. 

At  the  annual  meeting  of  the  Intercollegiate 
Association  the  following  officers  were  elected  : 
President,  Howard  H.  Lowry,  of  Haverford  ; 
vice-president,  Richard  Haughton,  of  Harvard  ; 
secretary  and  treasurer,  Alan  T.  Henr3^  of  the 
University  of  Pennsylvania. 

The  schedule  of  games  for  the  championship 
was  arranged  as  follows  : 

May  18— Pennsylvania  vs.  Haverford,  at  Haverford. 

May  21 — Harvard  vs.  Pennsylvania,  at  Manheini. 

May  23 — Haverford  vs.  Harvard,  at  Haverford. 

METROPOLITAN. 

Some  changes  have  taken  place  in  the  clubs 
which  compose^the  Metropolitan  League.  The 
New  Jersey  Athletic  Club  has  two  teams  (A 
and  B)  in  the  League  and  none  in  the  Associa- 
tion. The  Roseville  Club,  of  Newark,  has 
also  been  added  to  the  list,  and,  with  the  clubs 
of  last  year,  the  League  now  consists  of  six 
elevens.  Competition  will  therefore  be  a  little 
more  lively  than  last  season.  The  election 
of  officers  resulted  as  follows  :  President,  T.  G. 
Clarke,  New  Jersey  Athletic  Club  ;  vice-presi- 
dent,   R.    T.    Rokeby,    Staten   Island    Cricket 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


Club  ;  secretary- treasurer,  W.  Fen  wick,  Man- 
hattan Cricket  Club  ;  executive  committee,  F. 
F.  Kelly,  New  Jersey  Athletic  Club,  R.  T. 
Rokeby,  Staten  Island  Cricket  Club,  T.  J. 
O'Reilly,  Manhattan  Cricket  Club,  Dr.  C.  H. 
Horby,  New  York  Cricket  Club,  and  W.  H. 
Findon,  Roseville  Cricket  Club. 

The  New  York  Association  has  dropped  its 
membership  from  eight  clubs  last  year  to  six 
this.  The  New  Jersey  Athletic  Club  has  with- 
drawn its  team,  and  Columbia  and  St.  George 
are  this  season  absent,  but  Roseville  has  been 
added  to  the  list.  These  new  aspirants  for 
honors  have  come  out  in  great  force,  and  their 
energy  deserves  its  reward.  With  a  team  in 
each  section,  and,  I  understand,  the  ability 
to  place  even  a   third  team  in  the  field,  this 


club  should  be  strong  enough  to  come  well  to 
the  fore  in  the  Association. 

At  the  annual  meeting  the  following  officers 
were  elected  :  President,  H.  A.  Young;  vice 
president,  C.  H.  Owen  ;  secretary  and  treas- 
urer, J.  Barrows  ;  executive  committee,  G. 
Hake,  Brooklyn,  A.  Nugent,  Kings  county,  T, 
J.  O'Reilly,  Manhattan,  F.  G.  Warburton,  Pat- 
erson,  A.  S.  Parker,  Kearney  ;  Roseville  to 
appoint  representative. 

At  the  annual  meeting  of  the  California 
Cricket  Association,  the  officers  elected  for  this 
season  were  as  follows  :  President,  E.  Brown  ; 
vice-presidents,  J.  Metcalfe,  R.  B.  Hogue,  W. 
S.  McGavin  and  A.  E.  Coates  ;  secretary  and 
treasurer,  A.  Inkersley. 

T.  C.  Turner. 


LAWN  TENNIS. 


WELL-LAID  plans  have  progressed  rap- 
idly for  several  special  features  this 
season,  and  the  summer  really  prom- 
ises more  than  last  did  at  its  out- 
set. Of  international  tennis  we  are 
pretty  sure  of  a  goodly  portion,  and  this  in 
itself  is  enough  to  assure  a  successful  season. 
For  some  time  it  was  thought  that  Earned  and 
Wrenn  would  go  abroad  for  a  campaign  on 
British  courts  this  summer,  but  this  has  finally 
been  given  up.  It  is  doubtful  if  any  of  the 
strong  American  players  will  be  seen  abroad 
this  summer,  but  a  plan  is  on  foot  that  promises 
to  furnish  even  better  international  sport  by 
having  two  or  three  of  the  Englishmen  over 
here  again. 

The  arrangements  had  not  been  completed 
when  this  issue  of  Outing  went  to  press,  and 
details  of  the  plan  had  not  been  given  out,  but 
there  seems  little  chance  now  of  its  falling 
through.  It  is  expected  that  Pim  and  Stoker, 
both  Irish  players  of  the  very  top  class,  will 
be  over  here  to  play  in  several  tournaments — 
it  is  hoped  early  enough  for  the  West  Newton 
invitation  tournament,  which  would  be  made 
an  international  event  like  that  of  1894  at  the 
same  club.  Just  which  of  the  American  players 
can  be  mustered  out  to  meet  the  visitors  is  not 
settled  yet,  but  it  is  practically  sure  that  Wrenn 
and  Earned  will  play  again  this  year,  while 
Hobart  has  promised  to  play  in  some  of  the  tour- 
naments, and  may  enter  against  the  visitors. 
Rumors  are  heard,  too,  that  Chace  will  play 
again  this  year,  although  Hovey  has  probably 
retired  permanently  from  competition.  George 
Wrenn,  Stevens,  Fischer,  Whitman,  Ware, 
Forbes,  and  the  best  of  the  Western  players, 
Bond  and  Collins,  will  help  to  fill  up  the  ranks 
of  the  experts.  If,  with  only  two  first-class 
plaj'ers  last  summer,  we  managed  to  stave  off 
the  onslaughts  of  three  crack  visitors,  surely 
we  should  have  even  better  success  this  year, 
with  both  of  the  same  men  and  a  number  of 
other  experienced  players  to  help  them  out. 

There  are  moxvy  other  plans  for  this  season, 
only  partially  matured,  that  all  hang  on  the 
visit  of  the  Englishmen.  Tuxedo  is  anxious  to 
hold  an  international  event;  Hoboken  may 
entertain  the  visitors  once  more,  while  Chicago 
is  always  in  the  field  for  anything  of  this  sort. 
The  Essex  County  Country  Club,  of  Massachu- 
setts, is  also  down  on  the  official  schedule  for 


an  invitation  tournament  in  July,  but  it  is 
doubtful  if  they  hold  any  meeting.  Their  date 
has  been  regularly  advertised  (each  season,  and 
just  as  regularly  abandoned  for  lack  of  players. 
A  newcomer  in  the  list  is  the  Magnolia  Tennis 
Club,  at  Magnolia  Beach,  Mass.  Through  the 
efforts  of  several  old  players,  the  cottagers  and 
regular  summer  patrons  of  Magnolia  have 
formed  a  tennis  club,  and  an  invitation  tourna- 
ment will  be  held  there  this  season,  early  in 
August. 

As  usual,  the  members  of  the  Orange  Lawn 
Tennis  Club  will  make  a  special  feature  of  the 
Middle  States  championship  meeting,  and  all 
of  the  best  players  in  the  country  are  expected 
to  enter  for  the  title  held  by  Earned. 

At  Longwood  the  usual  meeting  will  be  held 
for  the  new  Longwood  challenge  bowl  offered 
to  take  the  place  of  the  other,  which  Earned 
carried  off  last  summer.  As  at  Orange,  Lamed 
is  expected  to  defend. 

Last  year  the  Eastern  championship  in  dou- 
bles was  held  at  Longwood,  and  the  programme 
will  be  repeated  this  summer.  There  is  every 
reason  to  expect  another  successful  event. 

The  Longwood  Cricket  Club  has  successfully 
held  the  Massachusetts  State  championship 
tournament  since  its  inauguration,  and  this  sea- 
son the  Orange  club  will  fall  into  line  by  add- 
ing the  New  Jersey  State  championship  meet- 
ing (transferred  from  Hohokus  Valley)  to  its 
programme  for  the  season.  Curiously  enough, 
both  challenge  cups  are  held  by  members  of 
the  Orange  club. 

The  New  York  State  championship  tourna- 
ment is  also  to  be  revived  this  summer  after  a 
lapse  of  three  years,  and  the  Sedgewick  Farm 
Lawn  Tennis  Club,  of  Syracuse,  will  try  to 
make  the  tournament  a  success,  although  it  will 
probably  be  impossible  for  it  to  get  possession 
of  the  former  State  challenge  cup  offered  at 
Saratoga. 

This  trophy  was  supposed  to  be  held  by  Ho- 
bart, who  had  won  it  twice,  but,  now  that  it  is 
wanted,  it  is  found  that  he  never  got  possession 
of  the  cup,  and,  as  the  donating  club  has  dis- 
banded, it  seems  impossible  now  to  recover  the 
possession  of  the  trophy. 

This  case  forcibly  illustrates  the  necessity  for 
some  better  control  by  the  U  S.  N.  L.  T.  A.  of 
the  challenge  trophies  offered  under  its  au- 
spices. J.  Parmly  Paret. 


PHOTOGRAPHY. 


"  BALU-IIEADED    SKIES.' 

N  connection  with  "Our 
Portfolio,"  in  the  Avie?- 
ican  Amateur  Photog- 
rapher, I  have  an  op- 
portunity of  seeing  ex- 
amples of  the  best  work  of 
a  very  great  number  of 
amateur  photographers 
from  almost  every  State 
in  the  Union,  and  some 
of  it  is  very  good  in- 
deed. But  even  the 
best  of  it,  with  very  few 
exceptions,  is  charac- 
terized by  one  serious 
fault,  what  may  be  pop- 
ularly described  as 
' '  bald-headed  skies;" 
meaning  the  representa- 
tion of  the  skies  by  white  paper.  That  this  is 
altogether  false  and  inimical  to  true  pictorial 
effect  goes  without  saying,  and  that  it  obtains 
to  such  an  extent  is  all  the  more  surprising 
when  it  is  realized  that  there  are  several  ex- 
tremely simple  methods  by  which  the  "  crown- 
ing glory"  can  be  given. 

During  the  earlier  stages  of  the  development 
of  a  plate  that  has  been  exposed  on  a  landscape 
with  suitably  pronounced  clouds  the  sky  gen- 
erally gives  promise  of  being  just  what  one 
could  wish,  but  long  before  the  foreground  and 
other  objects  have  acquired  sufficient  density 
the  sky  is  obliterated,  and  the  fixing  bath  fails  to 
uncover  even  a  trace  of  it.  It  is  there,  however, 
and  long  ago  Mr.  Burnham,  now  of  the  Yerkes 
Observatory,  showed  how  easy,  by  the  applica- 
tion of  Farmer's  solution  on  a  tuft  of  cotton,  it 
was  to  recover  it.  For  the  benefit  of  those  not 
"  acquainted  with  this  excellent  reducing  solu- 
tion I  say  that  it  may  be  made  as  follows  : 

Sodium  hyposulphite,  i  dram. 
Potassium  ferricyanide,  5  grains. 
Water,  i  ounce. 

This  should  be  made  up  just  immediately  be- 
foie  use,  and  applied  on  a  tuft  of  cotton  by  a 
circular  motion  until  the  desired  reduction  is 
obtained.  It  will  be  found  useful  for  other 
purposes  than  uncovering  clouds ;  indeed,  I 
print  from  very  few  negatives  that  have 
not  had  some  of  their  too  high  lights  thus 
modified. 

But  not  always,  or  perhaps  often,  does  the 
landscape  include  a  suitable  cloudy  sky  and 
the  photographer  that  is  also  an  artist  must 
supply  the  omission.  Where  the  sky  m  the 
negative  is  clear,  or  is  made  so  by  the  above 
method  of  reduction,  he  may,  if  he  has  the 
necessary  ability,  paint  clouds  on  the  glass  side, 
or  even  produce  them  by  the  smoke  of  a  lamp 
or  candle  ;  but  by  far  the  easiest  and  the  most 
generally  satisfactory  way  is  to  print  them  in 
from  separate  negatives. 

This  implies  the  possession  of  a  stock  of  cloud 
negatives,  which  the  photographer  should  allow 
no  opportunity  of  making  to  pass  ;  but  how 
best  to  photograph  clouds  must  be  the  subject 


of  another  article,  my  object  in  this  being  to 
show  how  to  employ  them. 

In  printing-in  clouds,  the  first  consideration 
should  be  the  selection  of  a  suitable  cloud  neg- 
ative. Not  only  must  the  clouds  be  lighted 
from  about  the  same  direction  as  the  landscape, 
but  they  should  be  also  suitable  in  mass  and 
position.  This  having  been  obtained,  the  print- 
er may  employ  either  the  "duster"  or  the 
masking  method.  The  first  appears  the  sim- 
pler, but  is  really  the  more  difficult,  although  I 
have  seen  Mr.  John  Stuart,  the  president  of  the 
forthcoming  British  Convention,  produce  by  it, 
apparently  in  the  most  careless  way  and  with- 
out the  least  trouble,  the  most  beautiful  re- 
sults. 

The  landscape  negative  and  paper  are  placed 
in  the  printing  frame  in  the  ordinary  way,  and 
should  the  negative  be  such  that  the  image  is 
not  visible  through  the  glass  the  outline  may 
be  roughly  drawn  with  French  chalk.  The 
frame  is  then  placed  in  diffused  light,  the  sky 
portion  covered  by  a  soft  duster,  or  even  the 
focusing-cloth,  the  covered  side  or  end  of  the 
frame  being  toward  the  direction  from  which 
the  light  mostly  comes.  For  example,  if  the 
frame  be  placed  on  a  table  close  to  a  window, 
the  covered  side  or  end  should  be  next  the  win- 
dow. An  occasional  movement  and  readjust- 
ment of  the  cloth  tends  to  soften  the  outline. 

When  the  landscape  portion  of  the  negative 
is  sufficiently  printed,  that  negative  is  removed, 
the  cloud  negative  put  in  its  place,  and  the 
duster  or  focusing  cloth  applied  as  before,  but 
this  time  over  the  already  printed  foreground. 

But  efficient  as  this  method  undoubtedly  is, 
at  least  in  careful  hands,  and  simple  as  it  seems, 
I  am  inclined  to  recommend  the  masking  sys- 
tem as  being  really  simpler  and  probably  more 
exact,  or  at  least  as  giving  very  satisfactory  re- 
sults with  less  care. 

In  carrying  it  out  the  first  step  is  to  get  a 
piece  of  translucent  paper — any  thin  writing 
paper  will  do — the  exact  size  of  the  printing 
frame.  Place  the  negative  against  the  window 
pane,  film  side  next  the  glass;  cover  it  with  the 
paper  so  that  it  shall  be  in  the  centre  of  the 
sheet,  and  draw  roughly  a  pencil  line  so  as  to 
divide  the  sky  from  the  landscape.  Paste  this 
on  a  sheet  of  opaque  paper  the  same  size  and 
see  that  it  dries  flat,  and  when  dry  the  scissors 
applied  to  the  line  will  give  the  two  masks. 

The  landscape  negative  and  paper  are  first 
placed  in  the  frame  as  before,  and  the  sky 
mask  fastened  on  the  front,  either  with  paste 
or  tacks,  and  the  edge  kept  at  a  suitable  dis- 
tance with  cotton  wool,  the  red  variety  used 
by  jewelers  being  better  than  the  white.  As 
the  printing  proceeds  some  readjustment  of  the 
cotton  may  be  necessary ,  but  a  little  practice 
will  make  this  quite  a  simple  matter.  The 
cloud  negative  is  treated  in  the  same  way,  the 
landscape  mask  being  substituted  for  that 
which  covered  the  sky  of  the  print,  and  after  a 
little,  very  little  practice,  the  amateur  will  be 
able  to  print  in  clouds  without  visible  junc- 
tion, and  will  never  again  be  satisfied  with  a 
"  bald-headed  "  picture.         Dr.  John  Nicol. 


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OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


KENNEL. 


THE   TREASURER  S    CUP. 

THE  Bulldog 
Club,  of 
America,  held 
its  first  open 
bench  show  at 
the  Logerot  Garden, 
New  York  City,  April 
14th,  and  a  very  en- 
jfo  y  a  b  1  e  affair  it 
proved.  A  number 
of  those  most  inter- 
ested in  t  h  e  hard- 
looking,  but  really 
gentle  dogs,  at- 
tended, and  the  pro- 
ceedings were  satis- 
factory to  all.  Avery 
pleasant  feature  of 
the  event  was  a  lunch 
given  by  the  club. 
Mr.  John  H.  Day,  of 

L  o  n  d  o  n,     E  n  g.,  na 

judged    the     general 

classes,  while  the  Grand  Produce  Stakes  were 
judged  by  Messrs.  H.  C.  Beadleston  and  W. 
C.  Codman.  The  show,  as  a  whole,  was  very 
good  the  quality  being  very  high  upon  cer- 
tain benches.  The  afternoons  exhibit  at- 
tracted an  unusually  large  number  of  society 
people  and  fanciers  directly  interested  in  the 
breed  ;  and  it  is  quite  within  the  mark  to  say 
that  the  club's  initial  venture  scored  a  distinct 
success.  The  best  dogs  in  the  country  com- 
peted in  the  eight  classes  shown,  and  the 
specials  called  for  some  genuine  cracks. 

The  honors  for  best  bulldog  in  the  show  fell 
to  Mr.  W.  C.  Codman's  Glen  wood  Queen,  with 
Mr.  E.  K.  Austin's  Orient  Don  a  red-hot  sec- 
ond. This  decision  reversed  the  verdict  of  the 
talent  at  the  recent  Westminster  Kennel  Club's 
show  at  Madison  Square.  Orient  Don  won  the 
silver   medal   for   the   best   dog  m  the    show, 


while  Gleenwood  Queen  won  the  club  cup  for 
the  best  bitch.  Mr.  James  Sheldon's  fine 
puppy  Bombard  won  the  Treasurer's  Cup,  pre- 
sented by  Mr.  Robert  S.  McCreery,  for  the  best 
puppy,  dog  or  bitch;  and  the  silver  tankard  for 
the  best  American-bred  dog  or  bitch,  under 
three  j^ears  old,  was  won  by  Mr.  McCreery 's 
excellent  Clifton  Dryad.  The  other  awards 
were  :  Fourth  Produce  Stakes,  dog  division — 
First,  Mr.  Wm.  N  Le  Cato's  Diplomat  ;  second, 
Mr.  E.  K.  Austin's  Charondas.  Bitches,  ist, 
Mr.  R.  S.  McCreery's  Clifton  Dryad  ;  2d,  Mr. 
E.  K.  Austin's  Ceres  ;  3d,  Mr.  R.  S.  McCreery's 
Clifton  Nancy, 

Class  C,  open,  puppy  dogs— ist,  Jas.  Shel- 
don's Bombard  ;  2d,  W.  C.  Codman's  Glen 
Monarch. 

Class  D,  puppy  bitches — ist,  Jas.  Sheldon's 
First  Success. 

■Class  E,  dogs  over  45  lbs. — ist,  Charles  G. 
Hopton's  L'Ambassador. 

Class  F,  open,  bitches  over  40  lbs. — ist,  Tyler 
Morse's  Beaver  Brook  Empress;  2d,  Charles  G. 
Hopton's  Robin  Pelagia ;  3d,  Tyler  Morse  s 
Beaver  Brook  Dowager;  V.  H.  C,  R.  S.  Mc- 
Creery's Belle  Venus. 

Class  G,  open,  dogs  under  45  lbs. — ist,  E.  K. 
Austin's  Orient  Don  ;  2d,  J.  H.  Mullin's  Pleas- 
ant;  3d,    C  h  a  s.    G. 
Hopton's    Rodney 
His  Lordship. 

Class  H,  open,  bitch- 
es under  40  lbs. — 
ist,  W.  C.  Codman's 
Glenwood  Queen  ; 
.2d,  E.  K.  Austin's 
Princess  Vean  ;  3d, 
Geo.  M.  Valentine's 
Pressmore  Florrie. 

The  standard  of 
the  Bull  Dog  Club  of 
Americais  as  follows:. 
General  appear- 
ance —  Asmooth- 
coated,  thick-set  dog, 
rather  low  in  stature, 
broad,  powerful  and. 
compact.  Head, 
strikingly  massive  ; 
large  in  proportion  to 
the  dog's  size.      Face 


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extremely  short  ;  muzzle,  very  broad,  blunt, 
and  inclined  upward.  Body,  short  and  well 
knit  ;  limbs,  stout  and  muscular.  Hind  quar- 
ters, very  higl  and  strong,  lightly  made  in 
comparison  with  heavily  made  foreparts.  The 
dog  conveys  an  impression  of  determination, 
strength  and  activity,  similar  to  that  suggested 
by  the  appearance  of  a  thick-set  Ayrshire  or 
Highland  bull. 

S/cu// — Very  large  ;  the  larger  the  better.  In 
circumference  should  measure  (round  in  front 
of  ears)  at  least  the  height  of  the  dog.  Viewed 
from  the  front,  very  high  from  corner  of  lower 
jaw  to  apex  of  skull,  also  very  broad  and 
square.  Cheeks  well  rounded,  extending  side- 
ways beyond  eyes.  Viewed  from  side,  head 
appears  very  high  and  very  short  from  its  back 
to  point  of  nose. 

Forehead — Flat,  neither  prominent  nor  over- 
hanging the  face.  Skin  upon  it  and  abou^ 
head  very  loose,  hanging  in  large  wrinkles. 

Temples — Very  prominent,  broad,  square 
and  high,  causing  a  deep  and  wide  groove  be- 
tween the  eyes. 

Eyes — Low  down  in  the  skull,  and  as  far 
from  the  ears  as  possible  ;  the  corners  in  a 
straight  line  Eyes  as  wide  apart  as  possible, 
provided  outer  corners  are  within  outline  of 
cheeks ;  and  should  be 
round,  of  moderate  size, 
neither  sunken  nor  pro-  j 
minent,  very  dark  or 
black  in  color,  showing 
no  white  when  looking 
directly  forward. 

Ears — Set  high  in  the 
head,  front  inner  edge 
joming  outline  of  skull 
at  top  corner  ;  as  wide 
apart  as  high,  and  as 
far  from  the  eyes  as 
possible.  In  size,  small 
and  thin.  "Rose  ear" 
most  correct.  i^u_^ 

Face — From  front   or 
cheek-bone  to  nose  as  short  as  possible  ;  skin 
deeply  and  closely  wrinkled. 

Muzsle — Short,  broad,  turning  upward  ;  very 
deep  from  corner  of  eye  to  corner  of  mouth. 

Nose — Large,  broad,  and  black  ;  its  top 
deeply   set  back,  almost   between  eyes.     Dis- 


"  FIRST    SUCCESS." 


"  GLENWOOD    QUEEN." 


•'  AMBASSADOR    NOBBY." 

tance  from  inner  corner  of  eye  to  extreme  tip 
of  nose,  not  greater  than  the  length  from  the 
tip  of  nose  to  the  edge  of  under  lip. 

Nostrils — Large,  wide,  and  black,  with  well- 
defined  straight  line  between  them. 

Flews — Thick,  broad,  pendent,  and  very 
deep,  hanging  complete- 
ly over  lower  jaw  at 
sides,  not  in  front. 
They  should  join  the 
under-lip  in  front  and 
cover  the  teeth,  which 
should  not  be  seen  when 
mouth  is  closed. 

Jaw — Broad,  massive, 
and  square  ;  tusks  wide 
apart ;  lower  jaw  pro- 
j  e  c  t  s  considerably  in 
front  of  the  upper,  and 
turns  up;  broad, 
square,  with  six  small 
front  teeth  in  an  even 
row. 

Teeth — Large  and  strong. 
Neck — Moderate  in  length  (rather  short  than 
long),  very  thick,  deep,  and  strong  ;  well  arched 
at  the  back,  with  much  loose,  thick,  and  wrin- 
kled skin  about  the  throat,  forming  a  dewlap 
on  each  side  from  the  lower  jaw  to  the  chest. 

Chest — Very  wide  laterally  ;  round,  promi- 
nent, and  deep,  making  the  dog  appear  very 
broad  and  short-legged  in  front. 

Shou Id' r s  —  'Qxo'A.fS. ,  slanting,  and  deep  ;  very 
powerful  and  muscular. 

Brisket — Capacious,  round,  and  very  deep 
from  the  top  of  the  shoulders  to  its  lowest  part 
where  it  joins  the  chest,  and  well  lee  down 
between  fore-legs  ;  large  in  diameter,  round 
behind  fore-legs  (not  flat-sided).  Body  should 
be  well  ribbed  up  behind,  the  belly  tucked  up, 
not  pendulous. 

Back — Short  and  strong,  very  broad  at  the 
shoulders,  comparatively  narrow  at  the  loins  ; 
slight  fall  in  the  back  close  behind  the  shoul- 
ders, whence  the  spine  should  rise  to  the  loins 
(the  top  of  which  should  be  higher  than  the 
shoulders),  thence  curve  again  more  suddenly 
to  the  tail,  forming  an  arch  (a  distinctive  char- 
acteristic of  the  breed),  termed  "  roach-back," 
or  more  correctly  "  wheel-back." 

Tail — Set  on  low,  jutting  out  straight,  then 


OUTING  FOR    MAY. 


turned  downward,  the  end  pointing  horizon- 
tally ;  round,  smooth,  free  from  fringe  or  coarse 
hair  ;  moderate  length,  rather  short  than  long  ; 
thick  at  root,  tapering  quickly  to  a  fine  point. 
It  has  a  downward  carriage  ;  no  decided  up- 
ward curl  at  the  end  ;  not  screwed  or  deformed, 
and  the  dog  should  not  be  able  to  raise  it  over 
the  back. 

Forelegs — Verj^  stout  and  strong,  set  wide 
apart;  thick,  muscular,  and  straight,  with  well- 
developed  calves,  presenting  a  rather  bowed 
outline,  but  the  bones  of  the  legs  shouldbe  large, 
straight,  not  bandy  or  curved  ;  forelegs  short 
in  proportion  to  hind  legs,  but  not  so  short  as  to 
make  back  appear  long,  or  detract  from  dog's 
activity. 

Elbows — Low,  standing  well  away  from  ribs. 

Ankles  or  pasterns — Short,  straight,  and 
strong. 

Forefeet — Straight,  and  turned  very  slightly 
outward,  of  medium  size  and  moderately  round. 

Toes — Compact  and  thick,  well  split  up, 
making  knuckles  prominent  and  high. 

Hmdlegs — Large  and  muscular;  longer  in 
proportion  than  the  forelegs,  so  as  to  elevate 
the  loins. 

Hocks — Slightly  bent 
and  well  let  down  ;  long 
and  muscular  from  loins 
to  point  of  hock  ;  lower 
part  of  leg  short, 
straight  and  strong. 

S  t  ifl  e  s — R  o  u  n  d  , 
turned  slightly  o  u  t- 
ward  away  from  the 
body,  making  the  hocks 
to  approach  each  other 
and  the  hindfeet  to  turn 
outward  ;  hindfeet 
round  and  compact, 
toes  well  split  up, 
knuckles  prominent. 

Coat  —  Fine  in  text- 
ure, short,  close  and 
smooth ;  hard  from  its 
shortness,  not  wiry. 

Color — W  hole  or 
smut  (/.  e.,  a  whole 
color  with   black    mask 

or  muzzle).  Color  brilliant,  pure  of  its  sort. 
Choicest,  if  pure,  are  whole  colors  and  smuts, 
viz.:  brindles,  reds,  white,  whole  fawns,  fal- 
lows;   after  them  pied  and  mixed  colors.     The 


DIPLOMAT, 


"  PLEASANT. 

most  desirable  size   for  the   bulldog   is   about 
fifty  pounds. 

By  the  courtesy  of  some  well-known  breeders 
I  am  able  to  present  excellent  portraits  of  some 
choice  specimens  of  this 
now  very  popular  breed. 
The  rare  good  bitch. 
Glen  wood  Queen,  is 
owned  by  Mr.  W.  C. 
Codman.  She  won  first 
free-for-all  bitches  and 
first  junior  bitches  (un- 
der forty  pounds)  at  the 
recent  Westminster 
Kennel  Club  Show. 
Among  the  winners  at 
the  same  show  were: 
Mr.  W.  N.  Le  Cato's 
Diplomat,  silver  medal 
in  dog  puppy  class  ;  Mr. 
Frederic  B.  Thomason's 
L'Ambassador  Nobby, 
res.  V.  H.  C.  and  puppy 
bowl,  for  best  Ameri- 
can-bred bulldog  under 
fifteen  months — he  also 
won  2d,  puppy,  Brook- 
lyn, 1897.  Mr.  J.  H.  Mullins'  (Bridge  Kennels) 
Pleasant,  captured  3d  in  junior  dogs  under  45 
lbs.,  and  3d  in  free-for-all  dogs  He  won  ist 
Wilmington,  1898  ;  ist  Danbury  and  ist  Brook- 
lyn, 1897. 

The  modern  bulldog,  kindly  treated,  has 
lost  the  old-time  savageness  and  has  become  a 
household  pet,  though  retaining  all  his  jaw- 
power  and  forbidding  aspect.  He  is  as  play- 
ful as  a  kitten,  and  he  fairly  delights  in  being 
mauled  about,  as  his  sturdy  frame  can  bid  defi- 
ance to  cuffs  or  accidental  blows,  the  like  of 
which  would  set  any  other  breed  to  yelping  or 
snarling.  He  is  not  quarrelsome,  and  very  sel- 
dom will  he  attack  another  dog,  unless  urged 
to  do  so.  If  he  be  attacked,  however,  he  will 
fight  to  the  last  gasp,  and  sorrow  will  surely  be 
the  portion  of  any  ordinary  adversary.  His 
gentleness,  playfulness  and  ruggedness  make 
him  an  admirable  comrade  for  frolicsome  chil- 
dren, to  the  truth  of  which  many  mothers  will 
cheerfully  attest ;  and  ladies  of  refinement  and 
culture  are  engaged  in  the  breeding  of  this 
race.  "  Nomad." 


ATHLETICS. 


THE    REGISTRATION    OK    AMATEUR    ATHLETES. 

THE  Amateur  Athletic  Union  was  built  on 
an  unsound  financial  foundation,  its 
theory  being  that  all  its  expenses  should 
be  paid  by  gate-money  contributed  by 
the  public,  and  this  was  expected  to 
come  mainly  from  boxing  contests.  This 
worked  well  during  the  first  six  years  of  the 
A.  A.  U.,  and  the  receipts  from  boxing  cham- 
pionship meetings,  $11,395.98,  sufficed  to  sup- 
port the  A.  A.  U.  in  comfortable  style.  "When 
the  amateur  boxing  boom  exploded,  in  1893, 
the  income  of  the  A.  A.  U.  was  cut  off,  and 
that  organization  was  soon  bankrupt  and 
reduced  to  living  on  the  charity  of  its  clubs. 
Various  schemes  of  financial  relief  were  pro- 
posed, but  no  plan  which  included  the  pay- 
ment of  reasonable  dues  by  the  clubs  and  asso- 
ciations could  be  adopted,  and  finally  some 
one  invented  the  present  registration  scheme, 
which  provides  that  no  athlete  shall  compete  in 
any  open  amateur  meeting  held  under  the 
sanction  of  the  A.  A.  U.  until  he  has  taken  out  a 
registration  card  at  the  expense  of  $1.00  per'year. 

The  one  thing  which  can  be  truly  said  in 
favor  of  this  scheme  is  that  it  has  brought 
much-needed  cash  to  the  empty  coffers  of  the 
A.  A.  U.  It  went  into  effect  March  i,  1897, 
and  its  first  year  showed  a  net  profit  to  the  A. 
A.  U.  of  about  $1,250.00,  while  the  prospects  are 
favorable  for  larger  receipts  this  season. 

It  has  also  been  claimed  that  the  scheme  did 
much  for  the  promotion,  purification  and  eleva- 
tion of  amateur  sport  ;  but  no  one  has  yet  been 
able  to  point  out  how  and  by  what  means  this 
betterment  would  be  effected,  or  how  the  reg- 
istration plan  would  or  could  suppress  any 
abuses,  or  advance  any  athletic  good  work,  in 
greater  or  better  degree  than  did  the  old  rules. 
In  actual  practice  the  plan  has  been  no  less 
faulty  than  its  predecessors.  Men  have  been 
registered  without  the  endorsement  of  club 
secretaries  or  reputable  citizens  required  by  the 
rules  ;  men  have  been  registered  without  mak- 
ing any  application,  expressing  any  desire  to 
register  or  paying  any  fee  ;  men  have  been  reg- 
istered under  false  names  and  addresses,  and 
professionals  have  been  registered 

As  regards  the  purification  of  entries  in  open 
amateur  meetings,  the  rule  has  done  harm 
instead  of  good;  for  under  the  old  system, games 
committees  examined  their  entry  lists  with 
care,  while  now  they  do  nothing,  but  trust 
everything  to  the  registration  committee. 

The  objections  to  the  plan  are  numerous. 

Some  persons,  well  able  to  pay  the  $1.00,  ob- 
ject to  being  licensed  and  labeled  like  a  push- 
cart peddler. 

The  theory  of  the  rule  is  wholly  and  funda- 
mentally wrong,  because  it  allows  the  non- 
competing  athlete  to  ride  free,  while  the  whole 
financial  burden  of  the  A.  A.  U.  is  saddled  on 
the  active  athletes  already  heavily  and  un- 
avoidably taxed  for  athletic  apparel,  entrance 
fees,  training  expenses,  and  many  little  ex- 
penditures inseparable  from  the  routine  of  a 
competing  athlete. 

'^his  additional  tax  was  so  especially  severe 
on  novices  that  many  of  that  class  of  races 
were  broken  up  for  lack  of  entries,  and  a  few 


weeks  ago  the  registration  committee  were 
forced  to  suspend  the  collection  of  the  fee  from 
novices. 

The  most  serious  objection  comes  from  the 
colleges  composing  the  Intercollegiate  Associa- 
tion of  Amateur  Athletes  of  America.  They  say 
that  their  officers  are  as  intelligent,  as  careful 
and  as  zealous  in  behalf  of  pure  amateur  sport 
as  are  those  of  the  A,  A.  U  ;  that  their  ama- 
teur definition  and  their  rules  governing  the 
competition  of  amateur  athletes  are  in  all  mat- 
ters as  severe,  and  in  some  points  more  strict, 
than  those  of  the  A.  A.  U.,  and  that,  when  an 
athlete  has  been  guaranteed  by  their  associa- 
tion, his  amateur  standing  is  beyond  question, 
and  does  not  need  any  additional  endorsement 
from  the  A.  A.  U. 

This  feeling  first  found  expression  in  a  mild 
resolution  adopted  at  the  annual  meeting,  Feb- 
ruary 25th,  but  the  reply  of  the  A.  A.  U.  was 
unsatisfactory  ;  and  at  a  session  held  some 
weeks  later  the  Executive  Committee  of  the  I. 
C.  A.  A.  A.  A.  demanded  from  the  A.  A.  U., 
as  a  right,  the  exemption  of  collegiate  athletes 
from  the  registration  rule. 

Whether  the  registration  rule  is  abstractly 
right  or  wrong,  its  practical  application  has 
certainly  worked  much  harm  to  the  A.  A.  U.  It 
has  alienated  the  billiard  players  of  the  most  in- 
fluential clubs  in  America,  and  made  necessary 
the  postponement  of  the  annual  championship 
competition;  it  has  caused  a  rebellion  among 
the  basket-ball  players,  and  the  organization  of 
a  hostile  association  ;  it  has  driven  the  Inter- 
collegiate Athletic  Association  into  open  re- 
volt ;  the  Interscholastic  is  following  the  lead  of 
the  collegians,  and  almost  all  the  clubs  of  the 
New  England  Association  of  the  A.  A.  U.  are 
ripe  for  revolution. 

"  By  their  fruits  shall  ye  know  them,"  and  it 
cannot  be  denied  that  the  registration  scheme 
has  borne  as  yet  nothing  but  evil  fruit. 

Just  after  this  edition  of  Outing  went  to 
press  the  Board  of  Governors  of  the  A.  A.  U. 
held  a  special  meeting  in  New  York  city  to  de- 
vise a  remedy  for  existing  evils,  and  the  result 
of  their  deliberations  will  be  submitted  to  a 
special  meeting  of  the  A.  A.  U.  a  few  weeks 
later.  It  is  not  probable  that  the  A.  A.  U.  will 
commit  suicide  by  maintaining  the  objection- 
able registration  system,  but  it  is  hard  to  fore- 
cast which  of  several  suggested  plans  will  be 
adopted. 

One  member  will  propose  to  retain  the  regis- 
tration scheme,  but  to  abolish  the  fee.  This 
would  bankrupt  the  A.  A.  U.  without  conciliat- 
ing the  Intercollegiate  Association,  and  seems 
to  have  no  redeeming  feature. 

Another  member  will  suggest  the  abolition 
of  the  registration  plan  and  the  substitution  of 
an  individual  associate  membership,  which 
would  not  be  compulsory,  and  would  include 
only  those  persons  willing  to  contribute  an 
annual  fee  for  the  support  of  the  A.  A.  U. 
The  objections  to  this  scheme  are  that  it  taxes 
the  willing  workers  while  allowing  the  drones 
to  go  free,  and  also  that  a  great  deal  of  per- 
sonal solicitation  would  be  necessary  to  obtain 
a  respectable  number  of  subscribers. 

A  third  scheme  is  to  reorganize  the  A.  A.  U. 
on  the  general  plan  of  the  League  of  American 


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OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


Wheelmen,  dealing  with  individuals  instead  of 
clubs  or  associations,  and  collecting  annual 
dues  from  each  individual  member.  This 
works  well  with  the  L.  A.  W.,  because  com- 
paratively few  wheelmen  belong  to  clubs.  Last 
season  the  L.  A.  W.  had  102,810  members,  of 
whom  only  14,522  were  members  of  any  wheel 
club,  and  these  14,522  were  distributed  among 
263  clubs,  an  average  of  less  than  56  men  to 
each  club  ;  while  almost  all  athletes  are  mem- 
bers of  some  club,  and  the  45,000  individual 
members  of  the  A.  A.  U.  are  gathered  into 
only  112  clubs,  an  average  of  more  than  400 
men  to  each  club. 

If  these  individual  members  are  to  pay  the 
expenses  of  the  A.  A.  U.  they  must  also  have 
voice  and  vote  in  its  management,  and  it  will 
be  hard  to  devise  a  platform  on  which  clubs  of 
2,000  and  3,000  and  4,000  members  can  stand 
shoulder  to  shoulder  with  individual  con- 
tributors of  one  dollar  per  year. 

The  most  sensible  and  practical  of  all  sug- 
gested plans  seems  to  be  the  payment  by  each 
club  of  annual  dues  graded  in  proportion  to  its 
individual  membership — say  ten  cents  for  each 
member  ;  half  of  this  amount  to  be  taken  b}^ 
the  association  and  the  other  half  by  the  A.  A. 
U.  This  plan  would  be  fair  to  all,  would  be 
easily  handled,  would  provide  sufficient  revenue 
for  the  several  associations  and  for  the  A.  A.  U., 
and  has  no  weak  point  save  the  chronic  un- 
willingness of  the  clubs  to  pajr  their  just  quota 
toward  the  support  of  the  Amateur  Athletic 
Union.  W.  B.  Curtis. 

MILITARY    ATHLETIC    LEAGUE. 

This  recently  organized  association  made  its 
first  appeal  to  the  public  in  the  shape  of  an 
athletic,  military  and  cycling  tournament,  at 
Madison  Square  Garden,  New  York  City, 
March  14th  to  19th,  the  net  proceeds  of  the 
meeting  being  set  apart  to  aid  in  building  a 
monument  to  the  late  Josiah  Porter,  Adjutant- 
General  of  the  National  Guard  of  the  State  of 
New  York.  The  league  is  at  present  a  local 
affair,  its  membership  being  limited  to  regi- 
ments, batteries,  battalions  and  separate  com- 
panies in  the  vicinit}^  of  Ne^v  York  City,  but  its 
organization  is  on  broader  lines,  and  it  is  ex- 
pected that  it  will  eventually  include  members 
of  the  National  Guard  in  many  States. 

Each  evening  the  military  contests  were  pre- 
ceded by  cycling  and  athletic  events,  and  the 
object  for  which  the  tournament  was  organized 
was,  with  that  combination,  sufficiently  attrac- 
tive and  novel  to  draw  large  and  enthusiastic 
audiences,  especially  on  Wednesday  and  Satur- 
day evenings. 

The  cycle  races  caused  abovit  the  custom- 
ary number  of  falls,  but  no  one  was  danger- 
ously injured.  There  were  three  accidents  in 
the  militar}'-  exhibitions  which  threatened  seri- 
ous results,  but  all" the  victims  have  escaped 
without  loss  of  life  or  limb. 

For  the  trophy  offered  for  the  military  athletic 
championship  the  leading  scores  were  as  fol- 
lows :  Twenty-second  Regiment,  N.  G.  S.  N. 
Y.,  134  points  ;  Fourth  Regiment,  N.  G.  N.  J., 
69  points  ;  Twelfth  Regiment,  N.  G.  S.  N.  Y., 
31  points. 

Some  of  the  important  events  decided  were  : 

100-yard  run,  military  championship — Final  heat, 
^V.  A.  Karns,  Twenty-second  Regiment  N.  G.  S.  N.  Y., 


II  1-5S.;  W.  B.  Brister,  Fourth  Regiment,  2;  M.  W. 
Long,  Seventeenth  Separate  Company  N.  G.  S.N.Y.,  3. 

220-yard  run,  novices — Final  heat,  J.  R.  Higgins, 
Twenty-third  Reg.  N.  G.  S.  N.  Y.,  25  3-5S.;  A.  R.  Rogers, 
Twentj'-second  Reg.,  2;  A.  W.  Weston,  Twenty-sec- 
ond Reg.,  3. 

220-yard  run,  military  championship — Final  heat,  M. 
W.  Long,  Seventeenth  S.  C,  24s.;  W.  A.  Karns,  Twen- 
ty-second Reg.,  2:  C.  A.  Sulzer,  Fourth  Reg.,  3. 

Quarter-mile  run,  military  championship  —  M.  W. 
Long,  Seventeenth  S.  C,  53  1-5S.;  J.  Buck,  Fourth  Reg., 
2;  G.  (t.  Hollander,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  3. 

Half-mile  run,  heavy  marching  order — G.  G.  Hol- 
lander, Twenty-second  Reg.,  2ni.  32  1-5S.;  W.  F.  Mc- 
Laughlin, Twenty-second  Reg  ,  2;  E.  Collyer, Twenty- 
second  Reg.,  3. 

Half-mile  run,  novices — Final  heat,  W.  R.  Hamilton, 
Seventeenth  S.  C,  2m.  15  2-5S.;  C.  J.  Aerighi,  Twenty- 
third  Reg.,  2;  M.  J.  Wheeler,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  3. 

Half-mile  run, "military  championship— G.  G.  Hol- 
lander, Twenty-second  Reg.,  2m.  8  15s.;  W.  F.  Mc- 
Laughlin, Tweiity -second  Reg.,  2;  P.  H.  Christiansen, 
Fourth  Reg.,  3. 

i-mile  run,  military  chainpionship — G.  G.  Hollander, 
Twenty-second  Reg.,  4m.  41s.;  F.  McGirr,  Twenty-sec- 
ond Reg.,  2;  P.  H.  Christianson,  Fourth  Reg.,  3. 

220-yard  hurdle  race,  military  championship — Final 
heat,  W.  A.  Karns,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  27  4-5S. ;  J. 
Buck,  Fourth  Reg.,  2;  P.  J.  Corley,  Twenty-second 
Reg.,  3. 

One-mile  relay  race,  teams  of  five  men,  each  man  to 
run  one-fifth  of  a  mile — Twenty-second  Reg.,  first 
team,  3m.  ags.;  Fourth  Reg.,  2  ;  Twenty-second  Reg., 
second  team,  3. 

Half-mile  walk,  military  championship — G.  Howka, 
Twenty-second  Reg.,  3m.  41  2-5S.;  L.  Liebgold,  Fourth 
Reg.,  2  ;  J.  Frazer,  Fourth  Reg.,  3. 

Half-mile  bicycle  race,  military  championship— Final 
heat,  O.  V.  Babcock,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  im.  34  3-5S.; 
T.  R.  Goodwin,  Twelfth  Reg.,  2  by  2  yards  ;  C.  H.  Tom- 
linson,  Tw>-iity-second  Reg.,  3  by  6  yards. 

One -mile  bicycle  race,  military  championship  — 
Final  heat,  B.  J.  Keeler,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  2m. 
50  3-5S.;  G.  W.  Crooks,  Thirteenth  Reg.,  2;  W.  E. 
Mosher,  Twenty-second  Reg,,  3. 

Two-mile  bicycle  race,  military  championship — Final 
heat,  B.  J.  Keeler,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  sni.  i;6  3-5S. ;  O. 
V.  Babcock,  Twenty-second  Reg.,  2  ;  W.  T.  Torrence, 
Twelfth  Reg.,  3. 

One-mile  tandem  bicycle  race,  military  champion- 
ship—Final heat.  Twelfth  Reg.,  T.  R.  Goodwin  and  J. 
Thompson,  2m.  48s.;  Twelfth  Reg.,  F.  Cassera  and  W. 
Torrence,  2  ;  Twenty-second  Reg.,  A.  S.  Jungkind  and 
B.  J.  Keeler,  3. 

Tandem  bicycle  pursuit  race,  two  miles'  limit,  mili- 
tary championship — Final  heat.  Twenty-second  Reg,, 
O.  V.  Babcock  and  W.  E.  Mosher,  3m.  54s.;  Twelfth 
Reg.,  T.  R.  Goodwin  and  J.  Thompson,  2;  Twelfth 
Reg.,  F.  Cassera  and  W.  Torrence,  3. 

Platoon  drill,  physical  drill  and  wall  -  scaling,  by 
First  Battery,  N.  G.  S.  N.  Y. 

YALE    UNIVERSITY. 

Their  annual  indoor  open  amateur  games 
were  held  March  12th  in  the  armory  of  the 
Second  Regiment  C.  N.  G.,  at  New  Haven, 
Conn.  Yale  furnished  a  majority  of  the  en- 
tries and  took  the  lion's  share  of  the  prizes. 

50-yard  handicap  run — Final  heat,  F.  H.  Hall,  Jr., 
Yale  University,  7  feet,  5  2-5S. 

Quarter-mile  handicap  run — Yale  University  only, 
J.  M.  Fisk,  20  yards,  56  4-5S. 

Half-mile  handicap  run— L.  W.  Sullivan,  Connecticut 
National  Guard,  25  yards,  2m.  5  3-5S. 

One  mile  handicap  run— E.  R.  Earnshaw,  University 
of  Pennsylvania,  65  yards,  4m.  44  4-5S. 

The  relay  races  were  about  1,600  yards. 

Relay  race — Hartford  High  School,  13m.  19  2-ss.; 
Hillhouse  High  School,  2. 

Relay  race— Battery  A,  First  Artillery,  Boston, 
Mass., '3m.  8  4-5S.;    St.  Patrick's  Society,  2 

Relay  race— Yale  University  :  Academic  team,  3m. 
6s.  ;  Scientific  team,  2. 

Relay  race— Local  militia:  Governor's  Guards,  i; 
New  Haven  Grays,  2. 

50-yard  hurdle  handicap— Final  heat,  J.  J.  Peters.  Y. 
U.,  9  feet,  6  3-5S. 

One  mile  handicap  walk— R.  Morris,  Y.  U. ,  50  seconds, 
7m.  34  1-5S. 

Running  high  jump  handicap— E.  C.  Waller,  Jr.,  Y. 
U.,  scratch,  6ft. 

Pole  vault  handicap— R.  G.  Clapp.  Y.  U.,  scratch, 
loft.  10  i-2in. 


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UNITED    STATES    MILITARY    CADETS. 

Their  fourth  annual  indoor  class  competitions 
were  held  March  19th,  in  the  gymnasium,  un- 
der the  auspices  of  the  Officers'  Athletic  Asso- 
ciation. The  score  by  classes  was  as  follows  : 
1S99,  59  points  ;  igoo,  48  points  ;  1901,  45  points  ; 
1S98,  10  points. 

20-yard  run— Final  heat,  Markham,  'gg,  2  3  5s. 

Potato  race— Kroraer,  'gg,  36s. 

Standing  high  jump— Johnson,  igoi,  4ft.  iiin. 

Running  high  jump— Munson,  'gS,  5ft.  gin. 

Fence  vault— Perkins,  igoo,  6ft.  gin. 

Standing  broad  jump— Johnson,  igoi,  loft.  3  3-4in. 

Putting  i6-lb  shot — Scales,  'gS,3gft.  sin. 

Tug  of  war — Final  pull,  second  class  beat  fourth 
class  in  11  1-5S. 

Pole  climbing— Kromer,  'gg,  5  4-58. 

Flying  rings — Perkins,  igoo,  1. 

Parallel  bars — Perkins,  igoo,  i. 

Long  horse — Beck,  igoi,  i. 

There  were  exhibitions  in  boxing,  tumbling  and  on 
the  horizontal  bar. 

WILLIAMS    COLLEGE. 

The  annual  indoor  games  were  held  March 
19th,  in  the  gymnasium. 

20  yards  handicap  run— Final  heat,  Williams,  igoo,  i 
foot,  2  4  5S. 

Class  relay  races— iQoo,  2m.  37  4-5S.;  igoi,  2m.  40  4  5s.; 
i8g8,  2in.  44-4-58.;  i8gg,  2m.  4QS. 

Relay  race  against  time,  for  a  college  record — Swift, 
iQoo  ;  Baillie,  i8g8  ;  Callahan.  i8g8  ;  Bray,  igoo,  2m.  34 
3-'5S. 

25  yards  hurdle  handicap — Potter,  igor,  scratch,  i. 

Potato  race — R.  C.  Seaver,  igoi,  1. 

Running  high  jump — R.  C.  Seaver,  igoi,  and  Potter, 
sgoo,  tied  at  sft.  4  i-4in. 

Running  high  kick — Rowell,  i8g8,  8ft.  lin. 

Fence  vault— Danforth,  igoo,  and  Parker,  igoi.  tied  at 
6ft.  5  i-2in. 

PHILLIPS    EXETER    ACADEMY. 

Their  annual  spring  games  were  held  March 
23d,  at  Exeter,  N.  H. 

40-yard  handicap  run,  final  heat — H.  E.  Jones,  scratch, 
4  3-5S. 

300-yard  handicap  run — H.  E.  Jones,  scratch,  35s. 

300-yard  run — H.  E.  Jones,  33  2-5S 

600-yard  handicap  run — Carter,  25  yards,  im.  ig  4-5S. 

1000-yard  handicap  run — Farnham,  45  yards,  2m.  28 
3-5S. 

40-yard  hurdle  handicap — W.  Hersey,  scratch,  6s. 

Running  high-jump  handicap— Barker,  2  in.,  5  ft.  5 
1-2  in. 

Pole-vault  handicap — Pratt,  10  in.,  g  ft.  7  1-4  in. 

Putting  i6-lb  shot— O.  Zimmermann,  37  ft.  2  in. 

BOSTON    ATHLETIC    ASSOCIATION. 

This  active  club  held  an  open  amateur  handi- 
cap cross-country  run,  March  26th,  over  the 
longer  reservoir  course — about  10  miles.  Four- 
teen athletes  started. 

R.  J.  McDonald.  Cambridgeport  Gymnasium,  4m.  15s. 
penalty;  ih.  2  2-5S. 

J.  B.  Maguire,  C.  G.,  4ra.  penalty;  ih.  26  3-5S. 

R.  A.  McLennan,  C.  G.,  2m.  15s.  penalty;  ih.  2m.  16 
4-5S. 

MASSACHUSETTS    INSTITUTE   OF    TECHNOLOGY. 

Their  annual  open  indoor  games  were  held 
March  25th  in  their  Exeter  street  gymnasium, 
Boston,  Mass. 

35-yard  handicap  run,  final  heat— D.  P.  Burch,  Mas- 
sachusetts Institute  of  Technology,  i  ft. ;  4  1-5S. 

35-vard  run,  novices;  final  heat— J.  Nolte,  M.  I.  T.,  4 
2-5S. 

Potato  race— F.  W.  Sweeney,  Cambridgeport  Gym- 
nasium, 33  4-5S. 

40-yard  hurdle  handicap,  final  heat — J.  F.  Went- 
worth,  M.  I.  T.,  4  ft.;  5  3-5S. 

Running  high-jump  handicap— W.  E.  Putnam,  Jr., 
M.  L  T.,  scratch;  5  ft.  10  1-2  in. 

Pole-vault  handicap— A.  W.  Payne,  M.  I.  T.,  5  in.;  10 
ft.  3  1-4  in. 

Putting  i6-lb  shot  handicap— E.  S.  Hopkins,  South 
Boston  Athletic  Association,  2  ft.  6  in.;  37  ft.  10  3-4  in. 


\K\  EKCOLLEGIA'IE   (IV.MNAS  TICS. 

New  York  University  and  Wesleyan  Uni- 
versity contested  a  match  March  25th,  m  the 
gymnasium  of  New  York  University,  Uni- 
versity Heights,  New  York  City,  and  New 
York  won  by  a  score  of  37  points  against  35 
points  : 

Running  high  jump— M.  Cline,  Wesleyan  University, 
5ft.  7in. 
Fence  vault— S.  A.  Dodds,  W.  U.,  6ft.  gin. 
Tumbling— W.  A.  Wyatt,  W.  U.,  i. 
Side  horse— F.  J.  Belcher,  New  York  U.,  r. 
Club-swinging — R.  A.  Bowe,  N.  Y.  U..  i. 
.Suspended  rings— A.  J.  Keene,  N.  Y.  U,,  1. 
Horizontal  bar— W.  A.  Wyatt,  W.  U  ,  i. 
Parallel  bars— F.  J.  Belcher,  N.  Y.  U.,  x. 

THE   INTERCOLLEGIATE   FENCING    CHAMPIONSHIP. 

The  fifth  annual  contest  for  this  honor  was 
held  April  ist  and  2d  at  the  Racquet  and  Tennis 
Club,  New  York  City,  the  competing  teams 
being  as  follows  : 

Columbia— J.  L.  Ware,  J.  F.  B  Mitchell  and 
G.  T.  Kirby. 

Harvard  University — M.  De  Diaz,  M.  Green 
and  F.  W.  Palfrey. 

Cornell  University — A.  Bassford,  J.  E.  Gi- 
gnoux  and  J.  T.  Hilleary. 

Each  fencer  of  each  university  fenced  a  bout 
with  each  of  the  representatives  of  the  two  other 
universities,  thus  making  necessarv  27  matches. 
The  several  bouts  were  as  follows  : 

First  bout — Green  beat  Ware. 

Second  bout — De  Diaz  beat  Gignoux. 

Third  bout — Mitchell  beat  Bassford. 

Fourth  bout— Kirby  beat  Palfrey. 

Fifth  bout — Green  beat  Hilleary". 

Sixth  bout— Mitchell  beat  De  D'iaz. 

Seventh  bout — Gignoux  beat  Ware. 

Eighth  bout— Bassford  beat  Palfrey. 

Ninth  bout — De  Diaz  beat  Kirby. 

Tenth  bout — Mitchell  beat  Gignoux. 

Eleventh  bout— Ware  beat  Bassford. 

Twelfth  bout— Hilleary  beat  Palfrey. 

Thirteenth  bout— Green  beat  Kirby. 

Fourteenth  bout — Ware  beat  Palfrey. 

Fifteenth  bout— Mitchell  beat  Hilleary. 

Sixteenth  bout — Green  beat  Gignoux. 

Seventeenth  bout — De  Diaz  beat  Bassford. 

Eighteenth  bout — Ware  beat  Hilleary. 

Nineteenth  bout— Kirby  beat  Gignoux. 

Twentieth  bout— Mitchell  beat  Green. 
"Twenty-first  bout — Kirby  beat  Bassford. 

Twenty-second  bout — De  Diaz  beat  Hilleary. 

Twenty-third  bout — Gignoux  beat  Palfrey. 

Twenty-fourth  bout — Green  beat  Bassford. 

Twentj^  fifth  bout — Hilleary  beat  Kirb.v. 

Twenty-sixth  bout — De  Diaz  beat  Ware. 

Twentj'-seventh  bout— Mitchell  beat  Palfrey. 

The  total  scores  were  as  follows  : 

Columbia  won  12  and  lost  6. 
Harvard  won  10  and  lost  8. 
Cornell  won  5  and  lost  13. 

THE    CROSS-COUNTRY    CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  individual  and  team  championships  were 
contested  April  2d  at  Morris  Park,  New  York, 
under  the  management  and  at  the  expense  of 
the  Knickerbocker  Athletic  Club.  The  course 
was  five  circuits  of  the  New  Steeplechase 
Course,  making  a  total  of  about  6^  miles. 
Each  circuit  had  one  water-jump  and  eight 
other  obstacles,  catalogued  successively  as 
Liverpool,  brush,  bank  and  gripe,  band,  hedge, 
natural  brush,  Liverpool  and  hedge.  The 
weather  was  disagreable,  with  some  rain  and  a 
chilly  wind,  and  the  field  was  too  soft  for  fast 
time. 

The  starters  included  eight  teams  and  a  few 
individual  entries.      Each  team,  was  allowed  to 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


start  lo  men,  but  only  the  first  five  were  scored. 
Each  man  received  a  number  corresponding 
to  his  position  at  the  finish,  and  the  numbers 
of  the  first  five  men  in  each  team  were  added 
together,  the  lowest  total  taking  the  champion- 
ship, the  next  the  second  prize,  etc.  Prizes 
were  given  to  the  first  three  teams,  and  also  to 
the  first  three  individuals. 

Geo.  W.  Orton,  who  won  the  individual 
championship  last  year  in  the  colors  of  the  New 
York  Athletic  Club,  was  successful  again  this 
year,  cantering  across  the  line  more  than  a  fur- 
long ahead  of  his  nearest  pursuer  and  plainly 
outclassing  his  opponents  both  in  running  and 
hurdling.  He  has  given  up  his  local  club  mem- 
bership, and  now  runs  for  the  Toronto,  Ont., 
Lacrosse  and  Athletic  Association. 

The  individual  prize  winners  were  G.  W. 
Orton,  Toronto  Lacrosse  and  Athletic  Associa- 
tion, 35m.  41  2-5S. ;  J.  F.  Malloy,  Xavier  A.  A., 
36m.  24s.;  C.  H.  Herche,  Knickerbocker  A.  C, 
36m.  27s. 

The  teams  finished  as  follows : 

Knickerbocker  A.  C:  C.  H.  Herche,  3  ;  G.  M.  Trede, 
7;  G.  H.  Hollander,  8;  W.  M.  Lightpipe,  9 ;  W.  E. 
Grady,  15  ;  total,  42  points. 

Xavier  A.  A.,  64  points. 

Cambridgeport,  Mass.,  Gymnasium,  97  points. 

Pastime  A.  C,  137  points. 

Star  A.  C,  146  points. 

Cornell  University,  148  points. 

St.  George  A.  C,  177  points. 

New  West  Side  A.  C.,  235  points. 

PACIFIC    COAST    RECORDS. 

The  University  of  California  held  its  ninth 
annual  championship  field  day  at  Berkeley  Oval 
on  Saturday,  April  2d.  Several  coast  or  uni- 
versity records  were  broken,  chiefly  by  sopho- 


mores or  freshmen,  who  have  some  years  before 
them  at  the  university.  Jack  Hoffman,  with  a 
pole  vault  of  II  ft. ,  broke  the  coast  record  of  10 
ft.  10  1-3  in.,  held  by  Dole,  of  Stanford  Uni- 
versity. C.  R.  Brough ton,  with  a  running  broad 
jump  of  22  ft.  9  1-2  in  ,  broke  the  University  of 
California  record  of  22  ft.,  held  by  Chester 
Woolsey.  Walsh,  who  did  the  mile  walk  in 
7m.  24s.,  broke  the  university  record  of  7m.  24 
1-5S.,  held  by  Griffin.  Bakewell  made  the  good 
time  of  i6s.  in  the  120  yard  hurdle  race,  and  did 
the  220-yard  hurdle  in  26  2-5S.  The  full  results 
are  appended : 

100-yard  dash — Drum,  igoo,  i  ;  Woolsey,  1901,  2  ; 
Broughton,  igco,  3.     Time,  10  2-5S. 

i-mile  run— Carroll,  'gg,  i;Tolman,  1901,  2;  Carpenter, 
igoi,  3.    Time,  4m.  44  4-5S. 

120-yard  hurdles— Bakewell,  '98,  i ;  Dawson,  igoo,  2  ; 
Miller,  '98,  3.     Time,  16s. 

i-mile  walk — Walsh,  igoi,  i  ;  Westerfeld,  1900,  2  ;  De- 
laschmutt,  1901,  3.    Time,  7m.  24s. 

440-yard  dash — Hinz,  igoi,  walked  over  in  55s. 

880  yard  run— W.  Carpenter,  'gg,  i;  Moser,  igoi,  2; 
Scott,  1901,  3.    Time,  2m.  5  2  5s. 

220-yard  hurdles — Bakewell,  '98,  i;  Woolsey,  igoi,  2; 
Dawson,  igoo,  3.    Time,  26  2-ss. 

220-yard  dash — Drum,  1900,  i;  Hinz,  1901,  2.    Time,  23s. 

Putting  i6-lb  shot— Woolsey,  1901,  1,  40  ft.  i  in.;  Gui- 
berson,  igoi,  2,  3g  ft.  3  in. ;  Peck,  igoo,  3,  38  ft.  7  in. 

Running  high  jump — Hoffman,  igoo,  i;  Bakewell,  '98, 
2;  Miller,  '98,  3.     Height,  5  ft.  9  3-4  in. 

Running  broad  jump — Broughton.  iqoo,  i  ;  Wood- 
rum,  Oakland  High  School,  2  ;  Mumma,  '98,  3.  Dis- 
tance, 22  ft.  9  1-2  in. 

Pole  vault— Hoffman,  lyoo,  i;  Mumma,  '98,  2.  Height> 
II  ft. 

Throwing  i6-lb hammer — Guiberson,  1901,  i;  distance, 
130  ft.  Harper,  'gg,  2;  distance,  118  ft.  O'Toole,  1900, 
3;  distance,  100  ft. 

The  cinder-path  was  in  good  condition  and 
the  weather  favorable  to  fast  time. 

Arthur  Inkersley. 


ROWING. 


AQUATIC    MISUNDERSTANDINGS. 

THE  amateur  oarsmen  of  America  have 
good  reason  to  anticipate  an  unusually 
busy  and  prosperous  season,  but  the  row- 
ing sky  is  not  without  a  few  clouds. 
The  Intercollegiate  Rowing  Association  will 
hold  its  annual  regatta  on  or  about  July  ist, 
the  competing  colleges  being  certainly  Cornell, 
Columbia  and  Pennsylvania,  probably  Wis- 
consin, and  possibly  Toronto,  but  no  course 
has  yet  been  selected,  the  choice  being  now 
narrowed  down  to  Poughkeepsie  and  Saratoga. 
After  months  of  negotiation,  Yale,  Harvard 
and  Cornell  agreed  to  row  at  New  London, 
June  23d  or  24th,  and  everyone  thought  that 
affair  a  fixture,  but  weeks  after  the  arrange- 
ment was  m.ade  it  is  announced  that  these 
dates  will  interfere  with  Harvard's  class  days 
and  that  the  Yale  faculty  have  definiteljr  for- 
bidden their  crew  to  row  any  race  before  June 
27th.  It  would  seem  that  these  points  might 
have  been  foreseen,  or  at  least  expected,  at  the 
time  the  agreement  was  come  to,  but  no  men- 
tion of  them  was  made.  Yale  and  Harvard 
have  asked  Cornell  to  postpone  the  race  for  a 
week,  which  Cornell  cannot  do  on  account  of 
her  race  at  Poughkeepsie  or  Saratoga  Jul}^  ist, 
and  it  now  seems  possible  that  Harvard  and 
Yale  win  row  June  30th  or  July  ist,  without 
Cornell. 


The  Regatta  Committee  of  the  N.  A.  A.  O, 
publicly  announced,  several  weeks  ago,  that  it 
had  chosen  Philadelphia  as  the  place  of  its 
annual  national  championship  regatta  for 
189S,  but  it  has  not  been  stated  what  oars- 
men and  clubs  of  Philadelphia  joined  in 
inviting  the  committee  to  make  this  selec- 
tion. Almost  all  the  reputable  rowing  clubs 
of  Philadelphia  are  members  of  the  Schuyl- 
kill Navy,  and  that  body,  at  a  meeting 
held  April  4th,  voted,  with  three  dissenting 
voices,  that  they  would  not  countenance  or 
assist  in  the  promotion  of  the  regatta.  This 
will  throw  the  whole  burden  of  preliminary 
management  on  the  three  dissenting  clubs  and 
the  few  clubs  not  members  of  the  Schuylkill 
Navy,  and  will  no  doubt  retard  collection  of  the 
money  necessary  for  the  success  of  the  affair. 

The  rights  and  wrongs  of  this  misunder- 
standing need  not  be  discussed  here,  but  the 
action  of  the  Schuylkill  Navy  certainly  seems 
ill-timed,  and  it  would  have  been  less  liable  to 
criticism  if  made  when  the  subject  was  before 
the  Regatta  Committee.  A  plain  statement  to 
this  committee  that  a  majority  of  the  amateur 
clubs  of  Philadelphia  did  not  intend  to  co-op- 
erate in  managing  the  regatta  would  certainly 
have  led  to  the  selection  of  another  course  and 
the  avoidance  of  the  existing  unpleasantness. 

W.  B.  Curtis. 


CYCLING. 


NOTKS    OF   THE   MONTH. 


I 


the 


'  N  voting  to  exclude 
women  and  chil- 
dren from  century- 
runs  held    under 
their  auspices,  for 
present    year    at 
least,    the    Century 
Wheelmen    of    New 
York  City  have  set  an 
example  which  should 
be  followed  by  every 
bicycle  club  in  the  United  States, 

The  Union  Societe  Frangaise  of  sports  has 
ruled  to  exclude  motor-vehicle  pacing  from 
regular  cycle  competition  events.  Records 
made  in  such  a  manner  will  hereafter  be  rec- 
ognized only  as  trials  against  time. 

The  New  York  division  of  the  Century  Road 
Club  of  America  will  conduct  their  annual 
spring  century  run  from  Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  to 
Oakdale,  L.  I.,  and  return,  on  May  15th,  1898. 

A  hill-climbing  contest  between  motor-car- 
riages was  recently  held  in  Paris.  The  auto- 
mobiles were  driven  by  M.  Rene  de  Knyff  and 
Baron  de  Zeylen,  president  of  the  Automobile 
Club,  of  France.  Although  the  roads  were  in 
poor  condition  for  such  a  trial,  the  contesting 
vehicles  climbed  Suresnes  Hill  at  the  rate  of 
fifteen  miles  an  hour.  Baron  de  Zeylen  reach- 
ing its  top  seventeen  seconds  in  advance  of  M. 
Rene  de  Knyff. 

An  elevated  cycle  path  is  now  being  built 
"Isetween  Pasadena  and  Los  Angeles,  Cal. , 
running  nine  miles  through  a  picturesque  coun- 
try. This  unique  cycle  way  is  eighteen  feet 
above  the  surfaces  of  the  streets,  but  in  some 
of  the  valleys  it  is  elevated  fully  fifty  feet,  and 
through  one  hill  a  short  cut  is  being  made  to 
continue  the  path  at  grade. 

Amateur  racing  is  at  such  a  low  ebb  in  the 
British  Isles  that  the  famous  amateur  long- 
distance competition  events,  notably  the  Cuca 
Cup  and  Anchor  Shield  races,  may  be  aban- 
doned this  year,  for  lack  of  interest. 

President  Potter,  of  the  L.  A.  W.,  has  an- 
nounced the  appointment  of  Mr.  Otto  Dorner, 
of  Milwaukee,  Wis.,  as  chairman  of  the  High- 
way Improvement  Committee,  and  Mr.  E. 
Kostomlatsky,  of  Cedar  Rapids,  Iowa,  as  chair- 
man of  the  Rules  and  Regulations  Committee 
of  the  League.  Both  of  these  gentlemen  have 
already  served  one  or  more  terms,  and  their 
reappointment  has  given  general  satisfaction. 

The  Tracy  bicycle  baggage  bill,  intended  to 
secure  free  transportation  throughout  the  State 
of  Kentucky  for  bicycles,  when  accompanied  by 
their  owners,  was  passed  late  in  March  by  both 
houses  of  the  Legislature,  but  was  lost  through 
the  veto  of  the  Governor. 

The  committees  of  the  National  Board  of 
Trade  of  Cj'^cle  Manufacturers  for  the  coming 
year  are  as  follows  :  Membership — A.  L.  Gar- 
ford,  J.  A.  Carter  and  R.  S.  Crawford  ;  Charges 
— C.  S.  Dikeman,  W.  A.  Redding  and  counsel ; 
Legislation— F.  J.  Stimson,  W.  T.  White  and 
George  R.  Bidwell ;  Transportation — Joseph 
McKee,  A.  R.  Peck,  A.  L.  Moore,  C.  F.  Smith 


and  Kirk  Brown  ;  Arbitration  — W.  A.  Red- 
ding, R.  L.  Coleman,  R.  Philip  Gormully  and 
counsel. 

NATIONAL   CIRCUIT    DATES. 

The  Northern  portion  of  the  1898  National 
Racing  Circuit  will  be  started  at  Washington, 
D.  C,  with  a  tournament  under  the  auspices  of 
the  District  of  Columbia  Division  L.  A.  W.,  on 
May  19th,  and  end  in  the  same  city  on  October 
6th,  with  a  meeting  to  be  held  by  the  Park 
Bicycle  Club,  unless  subsequently  extended 
until  a  later  date.  The  following  National  Cir- 
cuit assignments  have  already  been  made,  the 
schedule  being  liable  to  some  slight  alterations 
as  the  season  advances : 

■Washing-ton,  District  of  Columbia  Division,  May  ig  ; 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Woodside  Park,  May  20  ;  Manhattan 
Beach,  N.  Y.,  Quill  Club,  May  21  ;  Boston,  Mass., 
Charles  River  Park,  May  28  ;  Providence,  R.  I.,  Cres- 
cent Park  track.  May  30  ;  New  York,  Berkeley  Oval, 
June  I ;  Springfield,  Mass.,  Springfield  Bicycle  Club, 
June  4;  Rochester,  N.  Y.,  American  Cycle  Racing  As- 
sociation, June  7  ;  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Athletic  Field  Asso- 
ciation, June  Q  ;  New  York,  National  Cycledrome,  June 
II  ;  Bridgeport,  Conn.,  Pleasure  Beach,  June  15;  Hills 
tnrove,  R.  I.,  CoUingswood  Bicycle  track,  June  18  ; 
Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Willow  Grove  Park  track,  June  21, 
22  ;  Washington,  D.  C,  Park  Bicycle  Club,  June  23  ; 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  Kings  County  Wheelmen,  June  25; 
New  York,  Berkeley  Oval,  June  28. 

Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Associated  Cycle  Clubs,  July  i,  2  ; 
Newark,  N.  J.,  Bicycle  Track  Company,  July  4  ;  Buf- 
falo, N.  Y.,  Athletic  Field  Association,  July  9  ;  New 
York,  Berkeley  Oval,  July  14  ;  Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Cas- 
tle Wheelmen,  July  16;  Asbury  Park,  N.  J.,  American 
Cycle  Racing  Association,  July  21 ;  Newark,  N.  J.,  Ata- 
lanta  Wheelmen.  July  23  ;  Rochester,  N.  Y.,  American 
Cycle  Racing  Association,  July  28  ;  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  As- 
sociated Cycling  Clubs,  July  30  ;  Erie,  Pa.,  Cycle  and 
Athletic  Association,  August  i  ;  Cleveland,  O.,  Erie 
Cycle  and  Athletic  Association,  August  3,  4;  Dayton, 
O.,  Dayton  Bicycle  Club,  August  6  ;  Indianapolis,  Ind., 
National  Meet,  August  10,  11,  13  ;  Fort  Wayne,  Ind., 
August  16,  17;  St.  Louis,  Mo.,  St.  Louie  Cycle  Racing 
Association,  August  20 ;  Louisville,  Ky.,  Fountain 
Ferry,  August  23;  Washington,  D.  C,  Division,  Au- 
gust 26;  New  York  Quill  Club,  August  27. 

Philadelphia,  Willow  Grove,  August  30;  Reading, 
Pa.,  Penn  Wheelmen,  August  ji ;  Mahony  City,  Pa.; 
Mahony  City  Athletic  Association,  September  i ; 
Wilkesbarre,  Pa..  West  End  Wheelmen,  September  3, 
Springfield,  Mass.,  September  5 ;  Waterbury,  Conn., 
September  7  ;  New  York,  Berkeley  Oval,  September 
8;  Boston,  Mass.,  Charles  River  Park,  September  10; 
New  Haven,  Conn.,  September  13;  Bridgeport,  Conn., 
Pleasure  Beach,  September  15  ;  Newark,  N.  J.,  Bicycle 
Track  Company,  September  17  ;  New  York,  Manhat- 
tan Beach,  September  22  :  Providence,  R.  I.,  Crescent 
Park,  September  24  ;  Trenton,  N.  J.,  Interstate  Fair, 
September  26. 

Philadelphia,  Pa.,  Woodside  Park,  September  28,  2g  ; 
New  York,  National  Cycledrome,  October  i  ;  Wash- 
ington, D.  C.,  Park  Bicycle  Club,  October  6. 

RACING   BOARD   PERSONNEL. 

The  1898  National  Racing  Board  of  the  L.  A. 
W.  consists  of  six  members,  to  each  of  whom 
has  been  assigned  a  section  of  the  United 
States,  for  the  granting  of  sanctions,  settle- 
ment of  disputes,  and  general  oversight  of 
cycle-racing  interests,  under  the  direction  of 
the  chairman.  Racing  men  and  meet  pro- 
moters residing  in  New  York  State  should  ad- 
dress all  applications  for  sanctions  and  all  cor- 
respondence to  Mr.  A.  D.  Wait,  Cohoes,  N.  Y.; 
those  in  New  Jersey,  Pennsylvania,  Maryland, 
Delaware,  District  of  Columbia,  Virginia,  North 
and  South  Carolina,  to  Mr.  Albert  Mott  (chair- 
man). Park  Heights,  Baltimore,  Md. ;  those  in 
Maine,  New  Hampshire,  Vermont,  Massachu- 
setts, Rhode   Island  and  Connecticut,  to  Mr. 


OUTING  FOR  MAY. 


Arthur  W.  Robinson,  4  Post  Office  Square,  Bos- 
ton, Mass.;  those  in  Ohio,  Michigan,  Indiana, 
Kentucky,  Tennessee,  West  Virginia,  Missis- 
sippi, Alabama,  Georgia  and  Florida,  to  Mr. 
Herbert  W.  Foltz,  Ingalls  Block,  Indianapolis, 
Ind. ;  those  in  Illinois,  Wisconsin,  Iowa,  Min- 
nesota, North  and  South  Dakota  and  Missouri, 
to  Mr.  J.  B.  Sheridan,  "The  Republic,"  St. 
Louis,  Mo.;  and  thosp  in  Nebraska,  Kansas, 
Arkansas,  Louisiana,  Texas,  New  Mexico,  Ok- 
lahoma, Indian  Territory,  Colorado,  Wyoming, 
California,  Nevada,  Oregon,  Arizona,  Utah, 
Washington,  Idaho  and  Montana,  to  Mr.  W.  I. 
Doty,  the  Denver  Wheel  Club,  Denver,  Col. 

C.    R.    C.    MATTERS. 

The  1897  report  of  the  Century  Road  Club  of 
America  displays  some  remarkable  statistics 
anent  that  branch  of  the  sport  lu  the  United 
States.  The  most  notable  performance  of  the 
past  year  was  the  riding  of  253  registered  cen- 
turies by  Mr.  John  M.  Nobre,  of  Philadelphia, 
Pa.,  with  Mr.  John  H.  George  and  Mr.  IMilton 
N.  Keim,  both  of  Philadelphia  also,  second  and 
third,  with  226  and  225  centuries,  respectivel}-. 
The  best  previous  record  was  156  centuries, 
ridden  in  1896  by  Mr.  John  H.  George.  Fol- 
lowing is  a  list  of  the  leaders  in  the  club's  na- 
tional competition  for  1897,  as  furnished  by  the 
report  of  Secretar}^  Andrus  : 

Rider.  JMade  in  1897.    Totnl. 

J.  M.  Nobre,  Philadelphia,  Pa 253  303 

J.  H.  George.  Philadelphia,  Pa 226  376 

M.  N.  Keim,  Philadelphia,  Pa 225  324 

W.  H.  Kueck,  Colorado  Springs,  Col 15S  188 

T.  H.  Hunter,  Toledo,  O 130  234 

F.  R.  Lang,  Portland,  Me 126  165 

Mrs.  A.  M.  C.  Allen,  Worcester,  Mass 108  127 

C.  L.  Achard,  Cleveland,  O 84  92 

R.  E.  O'Connor,  Chicago,  111 82  200 

W.  S.  Harvey,  Orange,  N.  J 69  80 

W.  H.  Anderson,  New  York 69  70 

Mrs.  George  Bunker,  Chicago,  111 60  150 

Julia  A.  Hartley,  Toledo,  0 58  60 

Reginald  Merriman,  East  Orange,  N.J 54  54 

Louis  Rippetoe,  Terra  Haute,  Ind 52  122 


Following  are  the  leaders  by  States,  in  the 
order  of  the  number  of  centuries  : 


State. 
Pennsylvania .... 

Colorado 

Ohio 

Maine 

Massachusetts . . . . 

Illinois 

New  Jersey 

New  York.. 

Indiana 

Maryland , 

Wisconsin 

Nebraska 

New  Hampshire.. 

Minnesota 

Rhode  Island 

Missouri 

Dist.  o£  Columbia 

Kentucky  

Iowa 

California 

West  Virginia 

Vermont 

New  Brunswick.. 

Connecticut 

Kansas 

Michigan 

Oregon 

Georgia 


Rider, 


Centur. 


J.  M.  Nobre,  Philadelphia 

W.  H.  Kueck,  Colorado  Springs. 

J.  H   Hunter,  Toledo 

F.R.Lang,  Portland 

Mrs.  A.  M.  C.  Allen,  Worcester.. 

R.  E.  O'Connor,  Chicago 

W.  S.  Harvey,  Beverly 

W.  H.  Anderson,  New  York 

Louis  Rippetoe,  Terre  Haute.... 

,S.  M.  Warns,  Baltimore 

•  W.  D.  Harper,  Jr.,  Milwaukee... 

W.  L.  Foster,  Superior 

H.  F.  Marshall,  Nashua 

.  W.  R.  S.  Swartz,  St.  Paul 

,F.  C.  Graves,  Providence 

J.  T.  Sibley,  St.  Louis 

.  R.  C.  Williams.  Washington 

N.G.Crawford,  Louisville 

T.  A.  Mauch,  Waukon 

, E.  O.  Kragness,  San  Francisco. 
.W.  Herman  Smith,    Charleston  . 

.C.  W.  Pennington.  Rutland 

. F.  H.  J.  Ruel,  St.  Johns 

, George  Grieb,  Bridgeport 

E.  P.  Root,  Jr.,  Lebanon 

.J.  H.  Jennings,  Fenton 

,W.  S.  McKean,  Portland 

,  Arthur  Konetzko,  Darien 


zes. 


Among  the  most  noteworthy  of  the  single 
performances  by  members  of  the  club  for  1897 
were  the  following :  J.  M.  Nobre,  Philadel- 
phia, 17  double  centuries,  i  triple  and  i  quad- 
ruple century  ;  J.  H.  George,  Philadelphia,  19 
double  and  3  triple  centuries  ;  F.  R.  Lang, 
Portland,  Me.,  4  double,  i  triple,  i  quadruple 
century;  R.  Merriman,  East  Orange,  N  J.,  3 
double,  I  triple  century  ;  Bert  Holland,  Terre 
Haute,  Ind.,  3  double,  i  quadruple  century  ;  W. 
W.  Clayton,  Baltimore,  Md.,  2  double,  i  triple, 
I  quadruple  century  ;  C.  W.  Parkins,  Jersey 
City,  N.  J.,  2  double,  i  quadruple  century  ;  O. 
M.  Beck  and  Roy  M.  Davis,  Cleveland,  O.,  and 
F.  G.  Clark,  Chicago,  111.,  each  4  double  cen- 
turies. 

The  Prowler. 


ANSWERS  TO  CORRESPONDENTS. 


George  E.  B. ,  Providence,  R.  I. — The  whole 
of  the  foot  does  not  stop,  because  when  the  ball 
or  toe  rests,  on  the  ice  the  heel  still  swings  for- 
ward with  the  leg,  but  that  portion  of  the  foot 
under  which  the  skate  touches  the  ice  in  the 
push-off  always  comes  lo  a  stand-still, else  there 
could  be  no  push-off,  and  sometimes  it  not  only 
stops,  but  moves  backward,  when  the  skate  is 
dull  or  the  ice  very  hard.  The  angle  at  which 
the  foot  is  turned  outward  with  the  stroke  va- 
ries with  individual  skaters,  just  as  it  does  in 
walking.  Some  skate  nearly  straight  forward 
and  others  turn  the  foot  almost  at  a  right  angle 
with  the  course. 

A.  F.  G.,  Saginaw,  Mich. — All  the  principal 
clubs  are  associated  or  allied  with  the  United 
States  Golf  Association.  A  list  of  the  clubs 
and  their  locations  and  secretaries  is  given  in 
Spalding's  Official  Golf  Guide. 

Bachelor,  Greensburg,  Pa. — Rockland  Bea" 
gle  Kennels,  Nannet,  N.  Y.,  and  Royal  Forest 
Beagle  Kennels, Wrightsville,  Pa. 

Cobby. — Except  where  roadsters  are  concern- 
ed, all  horses  look  better  without  bearing  reins, 
at  least  all  horses  that  carry  their  heads  well  do. 
A.nd  if  a  horse  does  not  carry  his  head  well  he 


had  better  be  sold.  Then,  too,  while  their  intelli- 
gent use  may  do  no  harm,  the  carelessness  and 
ignorance  of  grooms  in  adjusting  them  is  too 
often  the  source  of  great  cruelty.  In  a  recent 
letter  addressed  to  the  English  papers,  the  Duke 
of  Portland,  the  Master  of  the  Horse,  says  : 
"Will  you  kindly  allow  me  a  small  space  in  your 
valuable  paper  to  call  attention  of  owners  of 
carriages  to  the  great  disfigurement  which  an 
unnecessarily  tight  bearing  rein  is  to  their 
horses?  A  bearing  rein,  when  properly  fitted, 
is  no  doubt,  in  a  great  many  instances,  a  neces- 
sary and  useful  appliance,  but  it  becomes  an 
instrument  of  torture  and  a  hideous  eyesore 
when  it  is  too  tight  or  badly  adjusted." 

Q. — The  best  restorative  on  returning  from  a 
long  ride  is  a  quick  sponge  bath  in  moderately 
warm  water,  followed  by  considerable  friction. 

Icicle.— The  fastest  oifecial  time  made  in  the 
world  for  last  season  was  by  Commodore  R.  M. 
Anderson's  Lorna,  of  Lake  Pepin  (Wis.)  Ice 
Yacht  Club,  covering  a  triangular  course  three 
times  around,  a  total  of  20  miles,  in  39  min- 
utes 7  seconds  ;  actual  distance  sailed,  30  miles. 
The  Lorna  is  a  third-class  yacht  carrying  404 
square  feet  of  canvas.  ' 


Painted  for  Octing  by  Alex.  J.  Rummler. 

"A  FRIEND   IN   NEED  IS  A  FRIEND  INDEED. 


Vol.  XXXII. 


0UTING. 


JUNE,  1898. 


No.  3. 


cuFiD  OH  wnmmu 


BY  CAROLINE  SHELLEY. 


STUDIO  of  Dakers 
was  full  of  spring- 
sunshine  :  a  golden 
ray  came  slanting 
through  the  big 
square  window,  and 
touched  the  curly 
locks  of  Rosina. 
She  was  a  particularly  clever  pupil. 
That  may  have  been  the  reason  the  young 
artist  found  it  interesting  to  stand  at 
her  side  and  watch  the  progress  of  her 
work;  or  it  might  have  been  because  of 
the  glory  of  the  velvety  eyes  she  now 
and  then  raised  to  his  ;  or  again,  it 
might  have  been  because  she  was  the 
only  daughter  of  the  Van  Kleecks,  who 
lived  in  the  shade  of  New  York's  Wash- 
ington arch — anyway,  it  had  been  com- 
mented upon  more  than  once  by  some 
of  the  pupils  of  Mr.  Dakers'  studio 
that  on  Saturday  mornings  it  was  of 
little  use  to  expect  intelligent  criticism 
from  Mr.  Dakers,  for  Miss  Van  Kleeck 
filled  his  vision  to  the  exclusion  of  all 
landscapes,  anatomical  monstrosities, 
and  other  interesting  studies  perpe- 
trated by  the  members  of  his  class. 

Rosina  herself  was  unconscious  of 
any  such  thoughts  in  the  minds  of  her 
companions,  as  unconscious  as  she  was 
of  the  majority  of  their  names.  Mr. 
Dakers  was  young,  extremely  good- 
looking  and  always  most  courteous;  but 


he  was  her  master  in  art,  she  his 
scholar,  and  in  the  rigid  atmosphere 
in  which  she  lived  and  breathed,  she 
had  been  taught  that  one  was  as  distant 
from  the  other  as  the  two  poles. 

And  so,  deeply  interested  in  her  work,^ 
Miss  Van  Kleeck  continued  putting  in 
the  eyes  of  a  very  furry  Angora  cat  this 
morning,  quite  oblivious  to  the  fact  that 
the  noon  hour  had  struck  until  she 
looked  up  suddenly  and  found  herself 
to  be  the  sole  remaining  pupil. 

Dakers  smiled  at  her  surprise. 

"  You  are  an  earnest  worker,"  he  said. 
"  You  should  achieve  great  results." 

She  turned  and  saw  him  standing 
with  her  jacket  in  his  hand. 

"  It  is  a  very  furry  animal,  isn't  it  ?  " 
she  said  dubiously.  "  He  looks  as  if 
there  might  not  be  any  body  inside  the 
fur  ;  really,  it  is  quite  uncanny." 

"  A  little  too  much  detail,  that  is  all," 
Dakers  answered,  laughing  pleasantl3^ 

He  took  a  bimch  of  violets  from  a  sil- 
ver bowl  on  the  table  and  held  them  out 
to  her. 

"  Pray  tuck  these  away  in  the  fur  at 
your  throat,"  he  said,  simply.  "  It  is  a 
more  fitting  place  for  them  to  die  than 
in  this  dull  old  studio."  He  wondered 
if  she  knew  how  beautiful  she  was,  stand- 
ing there  with  daintily  flushing  cheeks. 

"  Thank  you,"  she  returned,  and  gave 
him   her   hand   quite   frankly,  and   the 


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next  moment  she  had  gone,  carrying-  the 
fragrance  of  the  violets  with  her,  and 
the  studio  was  the  same  bleak  old  place 
with  its  rows  of  easels  and  staring  plas- 
ter casts  that  were  part  of  Dakers'  life, 
for  the  sunlight  had  slipped  away  too 
out  of  the  windows  and  was  accompany- 
ing Rosina  on  her  wheel  down  the  ave- 
nue in  the  March  wind.  She  ran  up  the 
broad  steps  of  her  home  with  reddened 
cheeks  and  smiling  lips  ;  the  tendrils  of 
hair  that  had  escaped  from  under  her 
smart  little  toque  blew  across  her  shin- 
ing eyes;  there  was  a  blitheness  in  her 
step,  a  buoyancy  in  her  air  that  be- 
tokened health  and  happiness. 

The  butler  was  on  the  point  of  clos- 
ing the  door  after  a  magnificent  person 
in  sables  whose  carriage  waited  at  the 
curb;  Rosina  stopped  and  returned  her 
"  Good-morning  "  politely,  and  passed 
on  into  the  house. 

"  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  wishes  to  speak 
with  you  on  your  return,  miss,"  the  serv- 
ant said. 

"  It  is  Mrs.  Orcutt  Bradley  again;  she 
has  been  here  airing  her  views  on  hy- 
giene," thought  Rosina,  but  she  tapped 
obediently  at  her  mother's  door  as  she 
went  upstairs. 

Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  sat  at  her  desk  with 
a  snowy  pile  of  correspondence  before 
her  which  her  slim,  ringless  hands  were 
busily  engaged  in  sorting.  A  great 
bowl  of  daffodils  glowed  in  the  sun  on 
the  window-seat,  bidding  defiance  to  the 
fire  of  pine-knots  crackling  on  the 
hearth. 

She  looked  up  from  her  task  and  re- 
garded her  daughter  rather  more  crit- 
ically than  usual. 

"  Have  you  been  to  your  painting-les- 
son, my  dear  ? "  she  asked  quietly. 

"Yes,  mamma.  James  said  you  wanted 
to  speak  to  me  when  I  came  in,"  sinking 
comfortably  into  a  deep  armchair  near 
the  logs,  and  holding  out  her  pink  palms 
to  the  warmth. 

"  I  vSuppose  Mrs.  Ford  went  with  you  ? " 

"No,  mamma,  Nannie  was  too  tired  to 
go  to  the  studio  this  morning.  She  and 
Harry  went  to  a  ball  last  night  and  she 
t>egged  off  when  I  stopped  for  her. 
She  said  that  her  eyes  would  not  be 
open  sufficiently  wide  to  paint  for  a  cou- 
ple of  hours — she  did  look  very  seedy." 

"  Then  yoii  went  alone  ?  " 

"  Why  yes,  mamma,  this  once.  What 
did  it  matter?  Nannie  is  only  three 
years  older  than  I,  anyway." 


"  Nannie  Ford  is  a  married  woman  ; 
there  lies  the  difference,"  said  Mrs.  Van 
Kleeck,  oracularly.  "  Her  presence  was 
one  of  the  conditions  on  which  I  yielded 
to  your  going  to  the  place  at  all,  I  am 
very  much  displeased." 

"  Mr.  Dakers  is  a  gentleman,"  observed 
Rosina,  "  and  my  instructor  ;  that  is  all." 

"  A  very  good  instructor,  I  have  no 
doubt ;  a  fairly  good-looking  young  man, 
too,  I  have  recently  heard,  but  I  do  not 
care  for  any  Bohemian  acquaintances 
for  my  daughter.  You  have  been  well 
trained  ;  I  think  you  understand  me, 
n'est  ce pas  ?  " 

She  drew  her  toward  her,  smiling,  re- 
lieved. 

"  What  fragrant  violets  !  Did  Nannie 
give  them  to  you  ?  Such  a  girl  as  she 
is  for  violets  !  " 

"No,  mamma,"  coloring  faintly. 

"  Who  then  ?  Ah,  it  was  Mr.  de  Twil- 
lerby  !  He  is  coming  to  dinner  this  even- 
ing." 

"  No,  mamma.  These  violets  were  in 
the  studio.  Some  one  had  been  making 
a  study  of  them,  and —  afterward  Mr. 
Dakers  gave  them  to  me."  She  took 
them  from  the  fur  at  her  breast  and 
buried  her  nose  in  the  purple  blossoms. 

"  Mr.  Dakers  !  You  accepted  flowers 
from  him  !  " 

"Such  a  little  thing,  mamma,"  almost 
petulantly  ;  "  how  could  I  refuse  them  ? " 
The  girl  looked  away  from  her  mother's 
angry,  astonished  face,  and  parted  lips. 

"  Such  a  little  thing  !  C'est  le  premier 
pas  qui  coiite.  He  will  be  offering  his 
heart  next,  the  impertinent  dabster  !  " 
She  sat  drumming  on  the  desk  with  her 
firm  white  knuckles  for  a  few  minutes, 
her  eyes  resting  moodily  on  the  fire, 
until  the  servant  appeared  at  the  door 
to  announce  that  luncheon  was  served. 
Then  she  rose  and  broke  the  silence, 
settling  the  lace  very  carefully  at  her 
wrists  as  she  spoke  :  "  You  may  termi- 
nate these  lessons  at  once,  Rosina.  We 
will  find  some  one  else  nearer  home  who 
can  come  here  and  instruct  you." 

"  Mamma  ! " 

"  Why  should  it  distress  you  ?  The 
town  is  full — too  full  of  beggarly  art- 
ists," with  some  heat. 

"  But  to  leave  now,  what  reason  have 
I  ? "  said  poor  Rosina ;  and  he  had  been 
so  kind  to  her,  so  interested  in  her  im- 
provement !  She  clasped  her  hands  to- 
gether hard.     How  humiliating  it  was, 

"You  can  say  that  I  object  to  your 


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spending  so  much  time  in  the  studio,  if 
you  wish,  but  why  should  you  excuse 
yourself  to  him  at  all  ?  It  suits  your 
whim  to  leave  the  class  ;  that  is  enough." 

"It  is  not  enough,"  said  Rosina.  ''  I 
will  go  up  and  get  my  canvases  and 
I  will  take  leave  gracefully." 

"As  you  will,"  said  her  mother. 
"  Meanwhile,  luncheon  waits  ;  hurry 
and  take  off  your  things." 

Rosina  turned  and  went  slowly  up  to 
her  room.  Some  of  the  buoyancy  had 
gone  out  of  her  step  as  she  walked  into 
the  great,  airy  apartment  with  its  silk- 
lined  walls  and  rose-hued  curtains,  and 
flung  her  hat  and  coat  upon  the  somber 
old  four-post  bed  ;  then  she  found  a 
glass  for  the  violets  and  placed  them 
carefully  in  the  cool  window.  The  big 
room  seemed  bigger  and  grander  than 
ever  to-day,  somehow  ;  the  little  violets 
were  quite  overshadowed  by  the  state- 
liness  of  it  all,  and  hung  their  heads  de- 
jectedly, but  not  so  with  the  huge  red 
roses  that  lay  waiting  to  be  noticed  on 
the  dressing-table.  Miss  Van  Kleeck 
glanced  at  the  card,  "  Mr.  de  Twillerby  ;" 
there  were  some  words  written  beneath 
but  she  did  not  stop  to  read  them.     Then 

she  went  down  to  join  her  mother. 
*  *  * 

Nannie  Ford  and  Rosina  had  grown 
up  together.  She  had  been  Nannie 
Rivers  once,  but  time  and  fate  and 
Harry  Ford  had  changed  all  that.  She 
was  still  Rosina's  dearest  friend  just  as 
she  had  been  when  they  were  both 
short-coated  ;  and  Rosina  had  stood  be- 
side her  at  the  altar  four  years  ago,  on 
the  day  she  had  plighted  her  troth  to 
Harry  Ford,  and  all  her  velvet  and  lace- 
clad  guests  in  the  church  were  mentally 
asking  with  bowed  heads,  de  qiioi  vont- 
ils  vivre  ?  before  they  went  on  to  the 
reception,  and  disposed  of  her  father's 
terrapin  and  champagne  between  their 
effusive  congratulations. 

For  Harry  Ford  had  only  his  pen  and 
his  clever  brain  with  which  to  make  a 
home  for  the  girl  of  his  heart,  but  it  was 
a  magic  pen,  love  had  lent  it  wings,  and 
he  was  rapidly  winning  an  enviable 
position  in  the  literary  world.  The 
apartment  in  Ninth  street  was  the 
haven  of  many  a  bachelor  writer  and 
his  artistic  friends,  who  enjoyed  the 
dainty  dinners  in  the  red  lamplight  and 
the  sympathy  of  Ford's' wife  at  the  tales 
of  their  own  early  struggles.  The  din- 
ners tasted  all  the  better  for  the  super- 


vision of  Mrs.  Ford,  and  if  she  made 
her  own  gowns  they  certainly  displayed 
a  more  thorough  understanding  of  her 
charms  than  any  modiste  could  have 
turned  out.  Nannie  tried  to  keep  up 
the  fashionable  friends  of  her  girlhood, 
but  she  found  it  difficult  to  attend  to 
her  perfectly  appointed  menage  and  be 
a  society  matron,  too,  and  then  within 
the  past  year  a  little  child-voice  had 
come  into  their  home  to  fill  to  the  brim 
their  cup  of  happiness. 

Miss  Van  Kleeck  was  shown  into  the 
drawing-room  of  this  small  abode  one 
afternoon  about  five  o'clock.  It  had  com- 
menced to  snow.  A  few  soft  flakes 
clung  to  her  sables,  and  the  frost  had 
rimed  her  hair  and  touched  her  cheeks 
with  a  rich  red  glow.  Mrs.  Ford  was  dis- 
pensing tea  to  nobody  in  particular,  ex- 
cept a  small  Boston  terrier  who  stood  on 
his  hind  legs  sipping  it  rapturously. 

"  All  alone  ? "  said  Rosina.  "  How 
comfortable  you  look  ;  it  is  dreary  out- 
side.    May  I  have  some  tea,  please  ? 

"  I  came  in  to  tell  you  that  I  have 
ended  my  painting  lessons  ;  I  cannot 
go  up  there  with  you  again,"  she  said, 
quietly. 

"  Why — not  discouraged,  are  you  ?  " 
asked  Mrs.  Ford,  handing  her  the  cup. 
"  Oh,  don't  give  it  up,  Rose  ;  it  is  so 
jolly,  having  you  with  me." 

"Yes,  it  is  very  jolly,  but  mother  ob- 
jects to  it.  Oh,  it  is  the  same  old  story  ; 
she  is  afraid  I — I  am  romantic,  I  think." 
The  girl  laughed  shortly  and  looked 
down  as  she  stirred  her  tea.  "  Someone 
has  told  her  that  Mr.  Dakers  is  too  at- 
tractive ;  that  as  a  slayer  of  hearts  he  is 
unexcelled." 

"  But  how  did  she  learn  of  his  interest 
in  you  ? " 

"His ?" 

"  Oh,  don't  pretend  you  haven't  seen 
his  admiration." 

"  Nannie  !  " 

"  There  are  none  so  blind  as  those 
that  will  not  see,  eh  ? "  quoth  Mrs.  Ford. 

"  But  he  has  never  spoken  differently 
to  me  than  to  anyone  else  in  the  stu- 
dio," urged  Rosina. 

"  Well,  if  he  chooses  not  to  tell  his 
love,  but  let  concealment  like  a — and 
besides,  you  know,  a  crowded  studio  is 
hardly  a  place  for  tender  confidences  !  " 

"  You  are  laughing  at  me,  Nannie." 

"  No,  I  am  as  solemn  as  a  judge.  But 
why  does  it  trouble  you  ;  do  you  like 
Mr.  Dakers  ? " 


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"  I — I  like  him,  yes  ;  he  has  been  very 
good  to  me.  He  is  cultured  and  well 
read,  he  has  traveled  much,  he  is  more 
interesting  than  the  average  man  one 
meets  socially.  I — I  think  I  should  like 
to  have  had  him  for  a  friend  as  well 
as  an  instructor.  He  is  well  received 
everywhere  ;  why  should  I  alone  be 
refused  his  acquaintance  ?" 

"  Because  you  are  expected  to  marry 
De  Twillerby,"  returned  Mrs.  Ford. 

"  Do  not  let  us  discuss  Mr.  De  Twill- 
erby," cried  Miss  Van  Kleeck,  fastening 
her  furs  and  rising,  with  a  little  grim- 
ace. 

"  Have  you  made  your  adieux  to  Mr. 
Dakers  ? "  inquired  Mrs.  Ford. 

"  Yes,  I  went  up  and  said  I  would  not 
be  able  to  come  up  for  any  more  lessons 
this  season,  and  I  was  very  sorry.  He 
said  he  thought  I  should  not  give  up 
just  when  it  was  beginning  to  be  inter- 
esting." 

"  Too  interesting." 

"  The  work,  I  mean,"  continued  Ro- 
sina,  reproachfully.  "  He  said  he  sup- 
posed a  society  girl  had  little  time  from 
her  duties  to  spare  on  art,  but  that  I 
was  sacrificing  a  considerable  talent.  I 
hated  him  to  think  me  as  frivolous  as 
that,  but  I  had  no  better  excuses." 

"  Was  he  broken-hearted  ?  " 

"  He  was  extremely  dignified.  He 
said,  '  Good-bye,  Miss  Van  Kleeck.  I  re- 
gret your  departure  from  the  class.  I 
will  pack  your  canvases  and  send  them 
to  you.'     That  was  all." 

'■'■  It  will  be  very  lonely  going  up  to 
take  my  lessons  alone  ;  I  think  I  will 
give  them  up,  too,"  said  Mrs.  Ford,  dis- 
consolately. 

"  Oh,  no,  you  must  not,"  remarked 
Rosina,  eagerly,  "  when  you  know  how 
anxious  Harry  is  for  you  to  be  able 
to  illustrate  his  books  ;  you  must  not." 

"Well,  I'll  think  it  over.  Remember, 
you  are  coming  here  to  dinner  to-mor- 
row night." 

"  I  am  not  likely  to  forget,"  said  Ro- 
sina. "  It  is  all  so  charming  that  I  carry 
home  an  ache  in  my  heart  every  time  I 
come  here.     Good-bye." 

"Good-bye,  my  dear,"  said  Mrs.  Ford. 
She  stood  at  the  window  and  watched 
her  go  up  the  street  through  the  flying 
snow. 

"  Poor  little  girl,"  she  said,  softly  ; 
"poor  little  pretty  princess." 

The  dinner  on  the  following  evening 
was  a  success,  as  all  Mrs,  Ford's  dinners 


were;  and  Miss  Van  Kleeck,  seated  be- 
tween a  rising  diplomat  and  a  versatile 
young  operatic  writer,  listened  to  the 
joyous  flow  of  wit  and  the  silvery  laugh- 
ter of  her  hostess  rippling  across  the 
flowers  and  the  haze  of  light,  and  she 
thought  of  the  dreary  dinner  -  parties 
that  her  mother  gave  in  the  big  som- 
ber house  of  her  childhood,  the  didactic 
speeches  of  her  father,  and  the  solemn 
tread  of  the  gray-haired  butler.  She 
looked  from  Harry  Ford's  clever,  pro- 
phetic face  to  his  wife  at  the  other  end 
of  the  table,  with  her  charming  air  of 
perfect  content  and  well-being ;  and 
then  she  thought  of  her  own  future, 
and  the  emptiness  of  all  the  years  to 
come  dawned  on  her  with  a  significance 
that  made  her  heart  contract. 

She  had  not  given  many  thoughts  to 
the  future  before.  Her  mother  had  ar- 
ranged this  marriage  with  young  De 
Twillerby,  and  although  there  was  as 
yet  no  formal  engagement,  it  had  nev- 
er seriously  occurred  to  Rosina  to  re- 
fuse to  fulfill  her  wishes.  But  to-night 
in  the  warmth  of  this  hospitable  hearth, 
some  of  the  glow  seemed  to  creep  into 
her  young  soul  as  she  thought  of  Nan- 
nie, with  her  splendid  health,  and  her 
home,  and  her  little  child,  her  lack  of 
money  and  her  wealth  of  love.  Mrs. 
Van  Kleeck  had  once  said  truly  :  "  In 
the  arithmetic  of  Nannie  Ford  nothing 
counts  but  love." 

"  Will  you  have  an  olive  ? " 

It  was  the  deep  voice  of  Mr,  Herbert, 
the  operatic  genius,  at  her  side.  Rosina 
came  out  of  her  reverie  with  a  start. 
"  You  have  not  been  attending,  you 
know,  for  at  least  five  minutes,"  he 
said,  quietly. 

"  I  was  thinking  how  smoothly  it  all 
goes  here,  both  behind  the  scenes  and 
before  the  footlights,"  she  responded, 
looking  up  at  him  with  her  bright  smile. 

"  Yes,  it  always  impresses  me.  Mrs. 
Ford  must  be  a  great  help  to  Harry  in 
his  literary  work  ;  she  is  a  very  clever 
woman.  He  was  showing  me  some 
illustrations  to-day  that  she  had  made 
for  his  new  book  ;  he  was  very  much 
elated  over  them." 

"  Yes,  she  has  been  working  hard  all 
winter  ;  she  never  took  a  serious  inter- 
est in  art  until  her  marriage,"  said  Miss 
Van  Kleeck. 

"  My  friend  Dakers  is  very  proud  of 
her.     She  is  working  in  his  class." 

"  Mr.  Dakers  !     You  know  him  ? " 


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"Julian  Dakers  !  Why,  yes,  very  well. 
Do  you  ?  "  asked  Mr.  Herbert.  He  ob- 
served the  faint  flush  that  crept  to  her 
temples,  and  he  wondered  at  the  hesi- 
tation following  his  question. 

"  I  have  also  been  studying  with  Mr. 
Dakers  ;  in  fact  Mrs.  Ford  and  I  have 
been  working  together,"  answered  Ro- 
sina  calmly. 

He  looked  at  her  again  more  compre- 
hensively ;  then  he  lowered  his  eyes  to 
the  plate  iDefore  him,  with  a  little  smile 
lurking  in  the  corners.  ''  I  knew  that 
Dakers  had  suffered  the  loss  of  a  student 
lately,  but  until  now  I  never  knew  how 
great  a  loss,"  he  said. 

Miss  Van  Kleeck  glanced  at  him 
through  her  lashes  :  "  Mr.  Dakers  evi- 
dently favors  you  with  every  detail 
of  his  profession  ;  you  must  be  great 
friends,"  she  suggested  sweetly. 

"  Only  the  details  of  interest  or  im- 
portance to  him,"  returned  Herbert. 

She  wished  she  could  understand  that 
half-curious,  wholly  interested  expres- 
sion that  had  crept  into  his  face  upon 
the  introduction  of  the  subject.  She 
was  too  proud  to  wish  to  appear  inquir- 
ing, and  turned  away  to  hear  something 
that  Harry  Ford  was  saying.  When  she 
turned  back  she  found  her  new  acquaint- 
ance waiting  to  continue  the  conversa- 
tion. 

"  Then  you  have  given  up  your  les- 
sons entirely  ? "  he  asked.  "  Were  you 
discouraged  ?  " 

"  No,  not  that,"  said  Rosina.  "  But  I 
have  been  about  a  good  deal,  and  at  the 
first  touch  of  spring  I  wilted  ;  it  tired  me 
greatly  to  spend  so  much  time  in  the 
studio.  I  have  been  prescribed  wheel- 
ing, and  I  take  it  daily  in  large  doses." 

"  In  the  morning  ? " 

"  Yes,  as  early  as  possible." 

"  I  may  have  the  pleasure  of  seeing 
you,  then,  some  day  in  the  Park." 

After  that  Rosina  and  Mrs.  Ford  fre- 
quently met  young  Herbert  somewhere 
along  the  shady  East  Drive,  or  scorch- 
ing surreptitiously  down  the  West  Side 
hills.  Sometimes  he  joined  them,  for 
he  was  a  great  friend  of  Harry  Ford's, 
and  it  pleased  Mrs.  Ford  to  hear  her 
husband's  work  admired.  One  morn- 
ing they  were  riding  past  the  obelisk, 
when  two  wheelmen  came  slowly  around 
the  turn  from  the  other  direction. 

"It  is  Mr.  Herbert,"  said  Rosina. 

"  And  Mr.  Dakers,"  echoed  Mrs.  Ford. 
**  It  is  the  j oiliest  thing  in  the  world," 


said  the  forgetful  Nannie,  gayly.  "  They 
shall  spin  home  with  us  for  lunch. 
Harry  will  be  delighted." 

It  was  very  balmy  and  very  springlike 
in  the  Park  that  morning.  The  tiny  buds 
were  beginning  to  sprout  on  the  bare 
black  boughs  of  the  trees ;  the  soft 
southern  wind  blew  across  their  eyes 
as  they  pedaled  easily  down  the  inclines, 
and  over  and  above  it  all  a  young  man's 
fancy  lightly  turned  to  thoughts  of  love. 

"  I  am  very  glad  to  see  you  again," 
Dakers  said,  with  unfeigned  sincerity, 
as  he  rode  along  beside  Rosina.  "  I 
don't  blame  you  for  giving  up  the  studio 
for  this  playground.  It  is  very  seldom 
I  get  a  chance  for  a  spin  here  now, 
though  I  suppose  I  should  not  com- 
plain at  being  busy." 

"  You  work  too  hard,"  she  said,  with 
ready  sympathy.  "  You  are  never  away 
from  your  palette  and  oils." 

"  I  shall  be  now,  however,"  he  said, 
looking  straight  ahead  over  his  handle- 
bars. * 

"Yes,  this  is  the  time  of  year  to  ride," 
she  remarked,  demurely. 

It  was  a  very  informal  and  jolly  lunch- 
eon, as  Mrs.  Ford  had  promised,  that 
five  light-hearted  young  people  sat 
down  to  in  the  tiny  dining-room  in 
Ninth  Street  ;  and  afterward  they 
stayed  around  Harry's  "  den  "  and  list- 
ened to  his  banjo  and  the  topical  songs 
from  Herbert's  latest  operatic  success. 

The  Park  grew  more  beautiful  daily  ; 
while  all  the  world  was  on  its  knees, 
wrapped  in  the  sack-cloth  and  ashes  of 
Lenten  penitence,  the  buds  were  slowly 
awakening  into  life,  the  dark  unsightly 
ground  was  covered  with  a  carpet  of 
velvety  green,  and  the  air  was  sweet 
with  the  promises  of  summer. 

Her  daily  exercise  was  improving 
Rosina  wonderfully  ;  there  was  a  quick- 
ness in  her  step,  a  brightness  in  her 
eyes,  and  a  smile  of  contentment  always 
lurking  on  her  pretty  mouth. 

Her  mother  remarked  the  change. 

"  I  am  glad  I  stopped  those  fatiguing 
mornings  you  spent  over  your  easel," 
she  said.  "  You  are  another  girl  in  ap- 
pearance." 

It  was  all  very  wrong,  and  Rosina 
knew  it.  She  began  to  feel  quite  guilty 
about  those  frequent  meetings  near  the 
obelisk.  At  first  it  did  not  seem  to  her 
that  she  was  deceiving  anyone  in  omit- 
ting to  speak  of  them,  but  now,  she  had 
come   to   look  forward  to   seeing:   that 


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well-knit  figure,  and  hearing  his  deep, 
low  voice,  and  gazing,  half-frightened, 
half-pleased,  into  the  blue  eyes,  whose 
expression  never  told  the  story  of  a 
heart  more  plainly. 

She  understood  now,  and  she  knew 
she  was  playing  with  fare.  Each  day 
she  said  :  "  I  will  not  come  again  ;  I  can- 
not see  him,  if  I  do  not  come  here." 
And  each  day  she  laughed  her  suscep- 
tibility to  scorn,  and  went  again  to  the 
Park,  and  each  day  her  interest  was 
growing  deeper;  and  she  began  to  avoid 
meeting  his  earnest  eyes. 

Before  the  general  exodus  of  fashion- 


De  Twillerby  had,  for  the  most  part, 
allowed  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  '  to  do  his 
courting  for  him  ;  he  was  not  exactly 
in  love  with  Rosina,  because  love  is  an 
emotion,  and  he  had  done  with  any- 
thing so  tedious  as  emotions  long  ago. 
She  was  a  beautiful  young  girl,  of  ex- 
ceptionally good  people,  with  a  bank 
account  which,  when  joined  to  his  own, 
would  make  them  as  wealthy  as  any 
young  couple  in  town  ;  he  admired  her 
extremely,  and  considered  that  she  was 
a  woman  sufficiently  worthy  in  every 
way  to  be  graced  by  his  name.  And  so, 
after  one  or  two  ineffectual  attempts  to 


"THEY   WERE   ALL   RATHER   QUIET   ON    THE   WAY    HOME."     {p.    S-zb.) 


able  society  out  of  town,  it  was  rumored 
about  that  the  engagement  of  Miss  Van 
Kleeck  to  Mr.  Lawrence  de  Twillerby 
would  shortly  be  announced.  They  had 
"been  seen  constantly  together,  at  the 
play,  at  the  opera  and  at  balls  ;  he, 
handsome  and  swaggering,  yet  with  the 
tell-tale  marks  of  thirty  years  about 
eyes  and  mouth  ;  she,  like  a  tall,  fair, 
half-blown  lily,  with  her  mother's  smile 
of  conscious  pride  always  hovering  in 
the  background  as  an  approving  halo. 


overcome  her  indifference  to  his  inten- 
tions, which  he  took  for  maiden  coyness, 
and  to  save  further  trouble  to  himself 
and  loss  of  time  generall}^,  he  had  laid 
the  matter  before  her  mother  and  asked 
her  consent,  which  she  had  graciously 
given,  and  also  promised  her  aid.  It 
occurred,  however,  to  Mr.  de  Twillerby 
one  evening,  after  being  chaffed  good- 
naturedly  by  a  club  friend  about  the 
rumor  in  circulation,  that  in  reality  his 
position    toward    the    young    lady    in 


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question  was  exactly  the  same  as  it  had 
been  from  the  very  beginning. 

"  Not  a  degree  nearer,"  he  said,  pon- 
deringly.  "  The  old  lady  is  of  no  pos- 
sible assistance  to  me  whatever.  It  is 
a  great  bore  not  having  it  all  settled. 
I  shall  wind  up  the  whole  business  to- 
night, if  I  get  a  chance." 

After  the  performance  of  "  Carmen  " 
at  the  opera  house  that  night,  he  put  on 
Miss  Van  Kleeck's  cloak  with  an  air  of 
most  marked  devotion.  She  noticed  it, 
and  as  she  met  his  eyes  and  his  calm 
smile  of  possession,  she  drew  herself 
away  from  his  hand  with  an  instinctive 
little  shiver  of  dislike. 

"  Are  you  going  on  anywhere  from 
here,  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  ?  "  he  asked. 

"  No;  directly  home  to-night.  Rosina 
is  to  act  as  bridesmaid  at  noon  to-mor- 
row, you  know,"  she  replied. 

They  were  all  rather  quiet  on  the  way 
home.  Rosina  sat  back  in  her  corner  of 
the  dark  carriage  wondering  at  the  sud- 
den feeling  almost  of  repulsion  that  had 
swept  over  her  under  the  touch  of  this 
man  whom  she  had  never  seriously 
considered  in  one  way  or  another.  And 
De  Twillerby  was  meditating  on  his 
speech  to  the  girl  sitting  so  oppressively 
silent  opposite  him,  while  he  answered 
at  random  when  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  at  in- 
tervals addressed  him. 

It  was  very  unusual  for  Mr.  de  Twill- 
erby to  come  in  further  than  the  hall 
after  accompanying  them  home  from 
the  opera  ;  there  he  considered  his  duty 
ended,  and  he  was  at  liberty  to  sally 
forth  and  enjoy  himself  according  to 
his  likes,  without  further  thought  or 
care  ;  and  when  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  saw 
him  slowly  divest  himself  of  hat  and 
coat,  she  regarded  him  with  some  curi- 
osity. 

"  May  I  stay  a  moment  ?  "  he  asked, 
smilingly. 

"  Well,  just  a  moment,"  she  answered, 
graciously  benignant  toward  her  daugh- 
ter's wooer,  and  then  she  disappeared, 
and  Rosina  found  herself  alone  with 
him  by  the  drawing-room  fire. 

"  I  suppose  you  are  wondering  what 
brought  me  in  so  late  t "  he  began 
tentatively,  looking  down  at  her  from 
his  stand  on  the  hearth-rug.  She  seemed 
more  like  a  pure  white  lily  than  ever 
to-night,  lying  back  on  the  little  low 
chair,  with  her  cloak  still  around  her 
and  the  soft  fur  collar  curling  like  white 
petals  against  her  face.      She  gazed  up 


at  him  with  her  clear,  child-like  eyes;  it 
was  as  if  she  mutely  dared  him  to  speak 
out  what  he  had  in  his  heart  to  say.  For 
a  moment  the  hardened  man  of  the 
world  felt  daunted.  ,  A  bit  of  color 
swept  across  his  temples  and  he  looked 
away,  with  a  vague  doubt  in  his  mind 
whether,  after  all,  he  had  the  right  to 
ask  a  girl  like  this  to  share  his  life;  and 
then  it  passed  as  suddenly  as  it  had. 
come,  and  he  was  half  way  through  his- 
speech  before  he  knew  that  she  had 
risen  and  with  both  hands  extended  was 
beseeching  him  to  stop. 

"  Mr.  de  Twillerby,  you  have  tried 
once  or  twice  to  say  something  of  this 
kind  to  me."  She  stood  up  pale  and 
trembling,  with  her  furs  slipping  off 
her  shoulders  and  the  jewels  about  her 
throat  quivering  and  gleaming  in  the 
firelight.  "  I  beg  of  you  not  to  con- 
tinue. It  cannot  be.  I  do  not  love  you;  I 
never  could  love  you.  What  have  I  ever 
done  to  encourage  you  to  tell  me  this  ?" 

"  They  are  reporting  our  engagement 
everywhere"  he  observed,  some  of  his 
confidence  diminished. 

She  gathered  up  her  wraps  and  her 
gloves  and  her  fan.  "  Everywhere!  then 
by  the  same  authority  it  must  be  every- 
where denied." 

"  You  are  playing  with  me;  you  do  not 
mean  to  really  refuse  me.  I —  I  will  not 
give  you  up  so  easily,"  he  cried,  quite- 
incoherent  from  astonishment  and  dis- 
may. He  caught  her  hand  desperately;, 
until  that  moment  he  had  never  realized 
how  much  he  wanted  this  pale,  fragile- 
girl,  the  first  thing  that  fate  had  denied 
him  in  all  his  petted,  indulged  life. 

"  Do  not  touch  me  again,  if  you 
please,"  said  Rosina  freeing  herself  gen- 
tly ;  "  and  as  for  hoping,  it  is  useless. 
I  have  told  you  what  you  might  have 
guessed,  that  I  do  not  care  for  you. 
Will  you  excuse  me  now — I  am  very 
tired — or  will  you  wait  and  say  good- 
night to  my  mother  ?  I  hear  her  com- 
ing." 

And  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck,  entering  the 
room  with  expectation  on  every  line  of 
her  visage,  saw  by  both  faces  that 

"  The  best  laid  schemes  o'  mice  and  men 
"  Gang  aft  a-gley." 
«  *  * 

It  was  at  the  spring  exhibition  of 
water-colors  one  warm  afternoon  that 
Rosina,  walking  slowly  about  the  rooms 
with  Mrs.  Ford,  came  suddenly  upon  a 
sketch  by  Julian  Dakers  hung  quite  low 


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227 


between  some  sea-sprites  of  Church's  and 
a  miHtary  scene  of  De  Thulstrup's.  It 
was  the  first  exhibited  work  from  his 
brush  that  the  girl  had  seen,  and  she 
turned  with  some  animation  to  point  it 
out  to  her  companion  and  to  look  it  up 
in  the  catalogue  :  "  A  Peasant  Scene 
in  Brittany,"  she  read  aloud.  "He  did 
not  tell  me  he  had  anything  here." 

"You  will  find  another  in  the  next 
room,"  observed  Mrs.  Ford.  "  It  is  num- 
ber 44,  over  in  the  corner,  at  the  left." 

"  At  any  rate  his  things  are  not 
skied,"  laughed  Rosina,  pleasantly,  and 
then  they  stood  before  a  small  picture 
with  Julian  Dakers'  signature  in  the 
corner,  and  on  the  frame  the  name, 
"  In  the  Studio." 

It  was  undoubtedly  a  study  of  Ro- 
sina, an  idealized  Rosina,  with  the 
sunshine  on  her  hair  and  in  her  heart, 
with  the  look  of  a  Madonna  in  her  eyes, 
and  yet  her  own  bright  smile  that 
only  one  who  had  studied  her  well 
•could  have  caught.  Miss  Van  Kleeck 
paled  a  little  and  drew  back.  Just  for 
a  moment  she  was  inclined  to  be  angry  ; 
then  she  laughed,  with  reddening  tem- 
ples and  the  blood  tingling  to  her  finger- 
tips. 

"  From  memory  !  How  he  must  love 
you  !"  said  Mrs.  Ford,  softly.  She  stood 
staring  at  the  girl  with  thoughtful  eyes. 

Rosina  thought  it  over  at  home.  She 
sighed  a  bit  in  the  solitude  of  her  great, 
quiet  room,  and  looked  half-despairingly 
about  her  at  the  satin-lined  walls,  and 
then  out  at  the  blue  sky,  as  a  bird  does 
who  beats  his  tiny  wings  hopelessly 
■against  the  bars  of  his  gilded  cage  :  and 
she  decided  that  there  would  be  no 
more  trips  to  the  Park.  She  hung  her 
cycling  clothes  out  of  sight,  and  she 
destroyed  the  photograph  that  she  had 
cut  from  an  illustrated  monthly  and 
carefully  mounted  and  framed,  and  had 
kept  all  winter  on  her  dressing-table. 
She  had  no  other  reminders  of  him,  and, 
these  acts  performed,  she  thought  she 
had  put  him  out  of  her  life  forever. 

A  few  weeks  later  Julian  Dakers 
dropped  in  one  afternoon  about  five 
o'clock  at  the  Fords'.  Harry  was  out, 
but  his  wife  insisted  upon  deluging  him 
with  tea. 

Dakers  loathed  tea,  but  it  was  a  pleas- 
ure to  sit  in  the  low  cushioned  chair  by 
the  fire  while  she  brewed  it,  and  listen 
to  her  charming  prattle  about  her 
husband's  shortcomings,  and  about  her 


baby,  and  her  ridiculous  social  econo- 
mies, and  the  subterfuges  to  which  she 
resorted  in  order  to  appear  affluent  be- 
fore the  fashionable  friends  of  her  girl- 
ish days,  who  came  in  great  numbers 
"  to  see  how  poor  Nannie  managed  to 
do  things,  now  that  she  had  thrown  her- 
self away  on  a  struggling  young  writer." 
"  And,  really,  do  you  know,  they  are  so 
perplexed  sometimes  because  they  don't 
see  me  out  at  elbows  and  get  a  half- 
cooked  meal  ?"  laughed  Mrs.  Ford,  mer- 
rily. 

"You  don't  wheel  any  more,"  said 
Dakers  in  an  apparently  casual  way. 
"  I  have  searched  the  Park  for  you 
these  beautiful  days.  What  has  become 
of  Miss  Van  Kleeck,  too  ?  Has  she  gone 
away  ? " 

"  No,"  said  Nannie  ;  "  no."  And  then 
she  glanced  at  him  sideways,  and  he 
looked  so  strong  and  handsome,  and 
just  a  little  sad  as  he  put  the  question, 
with  his  eyes  on  the  tea  he  was  gently 
stirring,  that  her  soft  heart  quailed,  and 
alas  !  she  fell  from  grace. 

"  Miss  Van  Kleeck  is  dining  here  to- 
.  morrow  night,"  she  said,  traitorously. 
"  And,  now  that  I  think  of  it,  won't  you 
come,  too  ?  We  have  asked  a  few  bright 
young  people,  quite  informally.  I  should 
be  so  gl_.  ^  if  you  would,"  meeting  his 
eyes  with  the  most  innocent  face  in  the 
world. 

"  I  shall  be  delighted,"  he  said  gravely, 
without  an  instant's  hesitation. 

So,  on  the  following  evening,  when 
Miss  Van  Kleeck,  in  all  the  bravery  of 
her  dainty  black  tulle  and  a  small  pink 
rose  in  her  hair,  walked  into  the  Fords' 
drawing-room,  the  first  person  she  be- 
held was  Mr.  Dakers,  standing  with  his 
back  to  the  door,  talking  to  Nannie,  who 
immediately  tried  to  appear  extremely 
unconscious,  and  who  gaily  arranged 
the  going-in  as  if  it  were  quite  the  most 
natural  thing  that  these  two  should  be 
paired  off  and  sent  in  to  dinner  together. 

For  a  moment  Rosina  rebelled.  She 
had  fought  her  battle  out  by  herself, 
and  Nannie  knew  it.  Why  did  she  want 
to  throw  this  man  forever  across  her 
path,  when  her  duty  lay  in  quite  another 
direction  ?  But  she  acknowledged  that 
fate  was  too  strong  for  her  to-night — 
even  Nannie  was  against  her  ;  and  she 
took  the  arm  offered  her,  with  a  radiant 
smile  in  which  there  was  undoubtedly 
a  tremor  of  gladness. 

She   sought    Nannie    out   when    the 


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women  had  gone  into  the  drawing-room 
and  left  the  men  to  smoke 

"  How  could  you  do  it  ?"  she  asked, 
with  shining  eyes  and  warmly  flushing 
cheeks. 

"  My  dear,  he  loves  you,"  said  Nannie, 
solemnly.  "  Remember,  it  must  be 
never  or  forever,  to-night." 

"  Never  or  forever,"  thought  Rosina. 
She  turned  and  sat  down  in  a  little  fau- 
teuil  near  the  open  window.  The  thin 
silk  curtains  fluttered  to  and  fro  in  the 
soft  wind.  Some  one  was  whistling  the 
catchy  refrain  from  a  new  comic  opera 
as  he  passed  the  house.  "  Never  or  for- 
ever !  Never  or  forever  !"  Rosina  could 
keep  time  to  the  air  by  whispering  the 
words  under  her  breath  until  the  whist- 
ling had  died  away  in  the  distance. 

After  a  while  Dakers  left  the  others 
and  joined  her  there  ;  it  was  cool  and 
refreshing  away  from  the  lights  and 
smoke  of  the  dining-room.  He  brought 
a  big  book  of  foreign  engravings  from 
a  table  near  by,  and  showed  her  Europe 
through  eyes  that  had  seen  it  only  from 
his  artistic  standpoint.  He  took  her 
with  him  through  the  cathedrals  of 
Italy,  and  pointed  out  the  beauties  of 
the  Florentine  school  of  art ;  and  on 
into  Germany,  through  churches  and 
galleries  famous  for  their  altar-paint- 
ings and  Flemish  masterpieces;  and  then 
into  the  courts  of  France,  with  their 
pictures  of  historic  interest.  It  was  a 
new  Europe  to  Rosina,  who  had  spent 
her  days  abroad  in  whirling  about  Lon- 
don and  Paris  from  modiste  to  milliner, 
and  her  evenings  at  the  theaters  or  the 
opera.  Looking  back,  it  seemed  all  very 
stupid,  while  listening  to  the  glowing 
descriptions  of  the  glories  of  the  Old 
World  that  she  knew  next  to  nothing 
about.  She  had  never  spent  a  happier 
evening  in  her  life. 

Turning  her  head  suddenly,  she  found 
that  they  were  the  sole  occupants  of  the 
room.  A  couple  of  men  were  still  in 
the  dining-room,  but  by  the  twanging 
notes  of  the  banjo  she  knew  that  the 
rest  had  all  gone  into  Harry's  study.  She 
rose,  surprised,  disturbed  at  her  own 
forgetfulness. 

"  Don't  go,"  said  Julian  Dakers. 
"  They  will  do  very  well  without  us." 

What  had  come  over  her  that  she 
should  bend  her  proud  young  will,  and 
acquiesce  to  this  man's  lightest  word. 

"  Mrs,  Ford  will  think  it  odd,"  she  de- 
murred. 


"  Mrs.  Ford  will  probably  think  it  the 
most  natural  thing  in  the  world  that  I 
should  try  to  keep  you  here,"  said  Da- 
kers.    "  She  understands." 

"  Understands  ?  "  faintly. 

"  Understands  what  only  you  refuse 
to  understand,"  he  answered  recklessly. 
The  book  had  fallen  to  the  floor  un- 
heeded, and  both  her  hands  were  im- 
prisoned in  his. 

"  Is  it  too  soon  for  me  to  tell  you  that 
I  love  you  ?  It  is  an  honest  love  ;  sare- 
ly  no  man  need  hesitate  to  confess  that. 
It  is  so  strong  that  it  must  outweigh 
any  worldly  differences  there  may  be 
between  us.  I  do  not  believe  there 
can  be  any  handicap  where  love  is 
honest  and  true.  I  have  thought  only 
of  you  since  the  day  I  first  saw  you.  I 
paint  a  picture  and  it  is  not  the  model's 
face  that  looks  out  at  me  from  the  can- 
vas, but  yours,  always  yours,  as  you 
looked  on  the  day  when  you  left  my 
studio  with  the  violets  at  your  throat. 
I  am  not  worthy  of  you,  I  know  ;  you 
should  shine  as  a  queen  somewhere, 
with  your  bright  young  soul  and  your 
beautiful  face  and  your  dainty  ways  \ 
but  if  you  search  the  world  over  you 
cannot  find  anyone  who  will  make  you 
happier  than  I — if  love  can  do  it,  and 
they  say  it  can.  Rosina  !  Will  you  let 
me  try  ?  " 

She  turned  to  him  with  the  tears  ly- 
ing thickly  on  her  lashes  :  "  You  don't 
know  what  you  are  asking,"  she  fal- 
tered. "  My  mother  has  planned  her  own 
future  for  me  ;  you  must  believe  it  is 
quite  different  from  what  you  offer  me. 
If  I  should  go  against  her  wishes  in* 
this,  there  would  be  no  half -measures." 

*'  Still,  there  would  always  be  me.  I 
dare  to  offer  you  in  exchange  for  the 
life  you  live,  a  life  with  me.  You  are 
not  happy.  I  know  it.  You  see  how 
confident  I  am  of  myself,"  smiling. 

She  held  out  her  hands  to  him.  "  I  love 
you,"  she  said  simply.  "  Take  me  if  you 
think  me  worth  the  taking,  but  you  must 
help  me,  for  I  will  need  courage." 

"Rosina,"  said  Harry  Ford — he 
paused  in  the  doorway,  staring  at  the 
transfigured  faces  of  his  two  guests — 
"  Nannie  wants  you  to  play  the  '  Yale 
Two  Step.'" 

As  Miss  Van  Kleeck  was  departing' 
Dakers  held  her  hand  at  the  carriage 
door  and  said  good-night.  "  It  is  hard 
to  wait  a  week,"  he  said  mournfully. 
"  But  it  shall  be  just  as  you   wish.     A 


Painted  for  Odiing  by  F.  W.  Read. 

"MR.  DAKERS;    YOU   ACCEPTED   FLOWERS   FROM   HIM!"    {^■221.'} 


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week  from  to-night  I  shall  ring  your 
mother's  door-bell,  with  my  heart  beat- 
ing like  a  trip-hammer,  and  we  will 
make  our  confessions  and  ask  her  bless- 
ing." 

"  It  will  be  best,"  Rosina  said,  trying 
to  appear  as  light-hearted  as  he,  but  her 
large  eyes  were  filled  with  apprehension. 
"  We  will  get  used  to  thinking  about 
it  in  a  week,  and  I  shall  have  smoothed 
the  way  for  the  breaking  of  the  news." 

.  .  .  Four  days  later  Julian  Dakers 
picked  up  the  morning  paper  that  lay 
among  his  mail  at  breakfast,  and  read 
that  the  engagement  was  formally  an- 
nounced of  Miss  Rosina  Van  Kleeck  to 
Mr.  Laurence  de  Twillerby.  Among 
his  letters  he  found  a  square  envelope 
addressed  in  a  small  oblique  hand.  He 
opened  it  curiously  ;  he  did  not  know 
the  writing  ;  he  wondered  if  it  could  be 
Rosina's,  and  found  himself  devoutly 
trusting  it  was  not. 

The  writing  inside  was  rather  more 
forbidding  than  on  the  outside.  It  read  : 

"  Mrs.  Archibald  Van  Kleeck  presents 
her  compliments  to  Mr.  Dakers,  and 
as  the  engagement  of  her  daughter  is 
about  to  be  announced,  would  suggest 
that  he  release  Miss  Van  Kleeck  from 
any  foolish  promises  she  may  have 
made,  and  of  which  her  better  judg- 
ment has  since  shown  her  the  folly  and 
the  impossibility  of  fulfillment."    .     .     . 

A  week  had  elapsed;  the  fateful  night 
had  come.  Rosina  sat  in  the  smaller 
drawing-room  of  the  big  house  on 
Washington  Square,  with  expectant  eyes 
and  a  beating,  untranquil  heart.  She 
had  finally  arranged  the  fire  to  suit  her  ; 
she  had  changed  the  chairs  about  half 
a  dozen  times,  and  had  gone  still  more 
often  to  peep  through  the  lace-curtains 
of  the  window  that  commanded  a  view 
of  the  broad  flight  of  steps. 

Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  watched  these  ma- 
noeuvers  with  a  well-bred  smile. 

When  Rosina  had  attempted  a  par- 
tial confession  of  her  acquaintance  with 
Mr.  Dakers,  her  mother  had  not  rested 
till  she  had  gained  the  entire  truth,  and 
she  was  even  aware  through  her  relent- 
less questioning  that  he  was  expected 
to-night  to  ask  for  her  daughter's  hand. 

Three  days  had  elapsed  before  she 
had  learned  the  whole  story,  and  she 
had  been  brought  face  to  face  with  the 
hardest  problem  of  her  life,  that  Rosina 
was  not  a  child  to  be  managed,  now,  but 
a  woman,  with 


"  A  woman's  heart  and  a  woman's  life 
And  a  woman's  wonderful  love." 

However,  her  remedies  had  been  ap- 
plied quickly,  and  she  felt  confident 
that  they  would  prove  swift  and  sure. 

She  looked  into  the  drawing-room  at 
nine.  "  I  am  going  up  to  my  room 
to  play  solitaire,"  she  said.  "  If  that 
young  man  of  yours  does  not  come 
within  an  hour  you  may  believe  that, 
as  I  told  you,  he  has  read  of  your 
engagement  and  he  has  not  pluck 
enough  to  fight  against  such  odds  as 
the  combined  forces  of  Mr.  de  Twiller- 
by and  your  family."  Then  she  swept 
on  upstairs,  and  Rosina  could  hear  her 
sharp  heels  clicking  smartly  along  the 
polished  hall  above  ;  and  still  she  sat 
alone  by  the  fire  in  the  great,  brilliant, 
empty  room,  with  her  hands  clasped 
tightly  together  in  her  lap  and  a  bright 
red  spot  burning  on  each  cheek,  and 
she  listened  until  the  tall  clock  in  the 
corner  chimed  out  half-past  ten,  and 
the  embers  fell  solemnly  on  the  hearth^ 
and  then  she  crept  softly  up  to  her 
room,  and  sobbed  herself  to  sleep. 

So  the  days  went  on,  and  the  warm 
weather  came  to  stay  ;  green  holland 
shades  took  the  place  of  white  ones 
along  the  avenue,  one  by  one  the  doors 
of  the  big  houses  were  boarded  up,  and 
the  heavily-laden  baggage  wagons  rat- 
tled gayly  through  the  streets.  Mrs. 
Van  Kleeck  announced  her  departure  to 
her  house  in  the  Berkshires  for  the  first 
of  June,  and  was  kept  very  busy  through 
the  long  days  hurrying  from  dress- 
maker's to  milliner's.  Rosina  sat  at 
home  in  solitude  behind  the  closed 
shutters.  She  scarcely  went  out  at  all  \ 
even  Nannie  Ford  saw  nothing  of  her. 

"  You  will  be  ill,  sitting  moped  up 
here  in  this  way,"  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  said 
to  her  one  morning,  "  Put  on  your 
things  and  take  a  spin  on  your  wheel ; 
I  am  going  up  through  the  Park  and  I 
will  drop  you  on  the  way."  Rosina 
obeyed  listlessly.  She  acquiesced  just 
so  in  all  her  mother's  arrangements. 
They  were  kindly  meant,  she  had  no 
doubt ;  her  mother  probably  felt  sorry 
for  her  in  her  undemonstrative  fashion. 
So  Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  drove  up  Fifth 
Avenue,  with  her  daughter,  pale  and 
proud,  seated  beside  her,  in  her  tweed 
clothes  and  snugly-fitting  boots,  and  left 
her  at  the  cycling  establishment  near 
the  entrance  to  the  Park  where  Rosina 
kept  her  wheel. 


CUPID   ON   WHEELS. 


231 


"  I  will  stop  for  you  again  about 
twelve,"  she  said  as  she  rolled  away. 

It  was  a  perfect  day  in  June.  Rosina 
inhaled  the  sweet,  lilac-scented  air  in 
long,  deep  breaths,  as  she  flew  along 
over  the  high  roads.  Looking  below 
her,  she  could  see  the  children  sailing 
their  toy  ships  on  the  lake,  and  the 
swan-boats  laden  with  delighted  young- 
sters. It  seemed  just  then  to  Rosina 
as  if  all  nature  and  every  living  thing 
around  her  were  rejoicing.  Only  she 
was  out  of  tune  with  her  surroundings. 

The  Park  was  crowded  with  wheel- 
men, even  at  this  early  hour.  She  left 
the  East  Drive  and  went  over  to  the 
quiet,  steep  hills,  where  there  were  less 
people  and  she  could  coast  down  the 
inclines  in  comparative  comfort ;  she 
liked  to  put  her  feet  securely  on  the 
coasters  and  feel  the  ground  spinning 
beneath  her  and  the  wind  rushing  past, 
cooling  her  temples  and  soothing  her 
troubled  spirit.  She  felt  venturesome, 
daring — aye,  reckless — this  morning. 
The  intoxicating  summer  winds  had, 
perhaps,  swept  some  of  their  madness 
into  her  brain.  She  folded  her  arms 
and  sat  well  back,  with  her  eyes 
straight  ahead.  Trees  and  rocks  rushed 
by  as  in  a  dream  ;  there  was  not  a  soul 
in  sight,  not  even  a  stern,  gray- coated 
sentinel  to  threaten  vengeance.  She 
laughed  aloud  in  the  exhilaration  of  the 
moment.  At  the  bottom  a  man  was 
pedaling  laboriously  up  as  she  shot  down 
the  hill,  and  his  eyes  met  hers,  and  then 
— well,  it  all  happened  so  quickly  no- 
body could  tell  how  it  was ;  but  there 
in  the  dust  lay  Rosina,  with  her  arm 
bent  beneath  her  and  all  the  color  fled 
from  her  smiling  lips.  The  cyclist  was 
at  her  side  instantly. 

"Rosina,"  he  said,  "open  your  eyes  ! 
For  heaven's  sake,  speak  to  me  !  "  But 
she  neither  opened  her  eyes  nor  spoke, 
and  her  white  face  grew  yet  whiter  and 
her  lips  paler.  "  Where  does  the  lady 
live  ?  "   queried  a  Park  official. 

"  Washington  Square,"  responded  Mr. 
Dakers,  tersely.     "  Call  a  carrriage." 

"  Washington  Square  !"  echoed  a  man 

standing  near.    "  The  lady  is  badly  hurt 

and  insensible.     Better  not  risk  it — it  is 

too  far  ;  take  her  to  a  hospital." 
*  *  * 

An  hour  later  Miss  Rosina  Van  Kleeck 
lay  in  a  quiet  room  in  a  large  red  brick 
hospital  on  Madison  avenue.  vShe  had 
broken  her  arm  and  received  a  serious 


injury  to  her  head  ;  but  she  opened  her 
eyes  to  consciousness,  suddenly,  and  the 
knowledge  that  her  mother  was  stand- 
ing at  the  side  of  the  couch,  transfixed 
with  terror,  and  that  Julian  Dakers  was 
gazing  at  her  from  the  foot  with  all  his 
heart  in  his  anguished  eyes.  She  won- 
dered feebly  how  she  came  to  be  lying 
in  this  strange  room  ;  and  she  tried  to 
raise  her  hand  to  the  bandages  about 
her  head,  but  the  effort  made  her  gasp, 
and  the  doctor  hurried  with  a  stimulant. 

"She  has  fainted  again,"  he  said. 

"  She  will  not  die.  Oh  !  doctor,  she  is 
not  going  to  die  ? "  sobbed  Mrs,  Van 
Kleeck,  in  a  trembling  whisper. 

"  No,  indeed  ;  we  will  have  her  around 
in  a  bit,"  he  answered,  cheerfully  ;  and 
Rosina  opened  her  eyes  again  as  if  to 
reassure  them. 

Mrs.  Van  Kleeck  looked  at  Dakers, 
standing  there  immovable,  with  that 
frozen  despair  on  his  handsome  features. 

"  Mr.  Dakers,"  she  said,  trying  to  calm 
her  quivering  voice,  "you  have  been 
very  good.  I  thank  you  ;  but  I  think — 
we  do  not  need  any  further  assistance 
here."  She  held  out  her  hand,  but  he 
did  not  appear  to  see  it ;  in  fact,  he  had 
hardly  understood  what  she  was  saying. 
He  looked  dazed  for  the  moment ;  and 
then,  all  at  once,  he  seemed  to  awake 
to  a  realization  of  everything.  He  re- 
membered Rosina's  engagement  ;  he 
remembered  the  dreary  days  in  which 
he  had  waited  to  hear  from  her  a  denial 
of  the  report,  and  the  sleepless  nights  in 
which  he  had  tried  to  bear  his  bitter 
disappointment.  He  gazed  at  her  lying 
there  on  the  pillow,  with  an  intensity  of 
expression,  as  if  he  would  fix  that  small, 
pure,  proud  face  in  his  memory  forever. 
Then  he  turned  and  bent  low  over  the 
hand  of  Rosina's  mother.  But,  with  a 
cry,  Rosina  started  up,  unheedful  of  the 
pain  it  caused  her. 

"  He  shall  not  go  !  "  she  said,  holding 
out  to  him  her  uninjured  hand.  "  You 
must  not  send  him  away,  mother.  We 
understand  each  other  now.  I  am  not 
going  to  die  ;  I  am  going  to  live!  " 

"  She  is  weakening  herself,  doctor  ! 
Can  you  not  quiet  her?"  urged  Mrs. 
Van  Kleeck,  making  her  last  appeal 
piteously  ;  but  the  sturdy  little  doctor 
had  turned  considerately  away. 

"  Mother,"  whispered  Rosina,  "  you 
must  be  kind  to  Julian — I  love  him,  and 
Nannie  says,  '  in  the  arithmetic  of  heav- 
en nothing  counts — but  love.'  " 


BY   DANIEL  F.  GAY. 


ON   THE    VALLEY    TIKE. 


OW  that  it  is 
over  we  can 
sum  up  our 
advice  into  a 
few  words  to 
those  who 
contemplate 
the  Shenan- 
doah Valley 
trip  :  Do  not 
expect  too 
much  of  the 
roads,  for 
you  will  be 
disappointed 
if  you  do, 
and  remem- 
ber the  Valley  Pike  is  at  its  best  in  June; 
accordingly,  plan  for  this  time  if  you 
can.  It  would  seem,  too,  on  the  whole, 
better  to  take  the  opposite  direction  to 
that  we  selected  and  start  from  Natural 
Bridge  and  ride  north,  down  the  Valley, 
for  the  average  trend  of  the  country  is 
downhill  from  Lexington.  Above  all 
things,  do  not  fall  into  the  error  of  the 
average  wheelman  and  ride  too  rapidly; 
you  might  as  well  take  the  railroad;  but 
go  slow  enough,  so  that  your  perspective 
of  scenery  is  not  confined  to  the  ground 
in  front  of  your  wheel.  And  remember, 
if  you  like  to  meet  people,  people  will 
like  to  meet  you,  which  will  prove  to  the 
mutual  enjoyment  of  both,  particularly 
yourself. 

We  started  at  Gettysburg,  a  course 
we  would,  as  I  have  said,  advise  wheel- 
men to  reverse  and  end  with  Gettysburg 
rather  than  begin  with  it. 

The  battlefield  of  Gettysburg  is  as  in- 


teresting to  the  casual  visitor  as  to  the 
veteran  who  fought  there.  For  one  thing, 
it  is  the  high- water  mark  of  the  rebel- 
lion, and  another,  the  positions  of  the 
troops  are  well  marked  by  some  four 
hundred  monuments. 

The  guides  at  Gettysburg  have 
grouped  the  incidents  of  the  battle  into 
a  very  dramatic  story.  They  tell  how 
Buford's  Union  cavalry  on  July  ist,  '63, 
held  in  check  the  whole  Confederate 
force;  how,  during  the  night,  the  Federal 
troops  concentrated  on  the  hills  about 
Gettysburg ;  of  the  second  and  third 
days'  fight,  and  that  Fourth  of  July,  1863, 
made  more  glorious  to  the  Northern 
troops  by  celebration  of  complete  Union 
victory.  The  most  picturesque  spot  is 
the  Devil's  Den,  where  Confederate 
sharpshooters,  concealed  behind  the 
rocks,  made  Little  Round  Top  almost 
untenable  for  the  Federal  troops.  In 
looking  over  the  field  of  the  second  and 
third  days'  fight,  one  cannot  but  feel 
that  the  honors  rest  mainly  with  the 
Confederate  troops.  Old  soldiers  tell 
how  Pickett's  charge  was  a  sight  to  re- 
member as  long  as  life  lasts.  With  a 
line  of  Confederate  troops,  unwaveringly 
straight,  he  charged  across  an  open  field 
in  the  face  of  a  terrible  fire,  and  almost 
won  his  goal. 

The  driver  was  quite  willing  to  go 
anywhere  and  to  tell  all  he  knew  about 
the  various  localities,  and,  as  some  re- 
turn, during  the  day,  Jerry  tendered  him 
an  occasional  cigar.  About  the  fifth  one, 
as  an  apology  for  accepting  it,  he  in- 
formed Jerry  that  "  they  were  pretty 
durn  short,  but  they  smoked  boss." 


THROUGH   THE  SHENANDOAH   VALLEY  AWHEEL. 


233 


As  we  left  the  scene  of  General 
Meade's  headquarters  Jerry  made  a 
misstep  and  sprained  his  foot.  He 
found  he  could  ride  a  bicycle  although 
he  could  not  walk,  for  only  the  toe 
muscles  were  sprained,  and  according- 
ly after  supper  we  mounted  for  Fair- 
field, eight  miles  over  a  fair  road. 

The  road  from  Fairfield  to  Mountain 
Top  (seven  miles)  is  not  so  steep  but 
that  it  might  be  ridden  by  wheel  most 
of  the  way,  although  in  places  the  sur- 
face is  so  covered  with  small  stones  that 
walking  is  a  necessity. 

It  was  a  glorious  ride  !     Early  morn- 
ing light   and  mountain  views!      Some 
of  the  Dutch  customs  still  linger  about 
the  mountain,  and   one   sees   an   occa- 
sional old    Dutch   oven   of   brick    and 
roofed  over.     The  oven  serves  the  dou- 
ble purpose  of  baking  and  soap-making. 
Wood   fuel   is   plentiful   here,    and  the 
ashes  are  dumped  into  a  V-shaped  lye 
vat  about  three  feet  deep  and  as  long. 
When  soap  is  wanted  the  lye  is  made 
by  pouring  water  on   the 
ashes,  and    as    it   runs 
through  into  a  trough  be- 
low, the  alkali  is  dissolved 
out.      This  lye   is    then 
boiled  with  fat,  when  soft- 
soap  results.     In  this  ride 
up  the  mountain  we 
passed  several  abandoned 
lime-kilns  very  picturesque  k,,^ 

in  their  tumble-down 
condition,  half  overgrown 
with  brush. 

From  Mountain  Top  to 
Hagerstown  (seventeen 
miles)  via  Waynesboro  is 
an  excellent  ride,  although 
the  descent  for  two  miles 
is  very  abrupt  and  the  sur- 
face bad.  The  customary 
way  to  descend  is  to  coast, 
with  the  foot  as  a  brake  on 
the  front  wheel. 

Jerry  had  a  letter  of  in- 
troduction to  a  gentleman 
in  Shepherdstown  who  had 
served  as  Colonel  in  J.  E. 
B.  Stuart's  Confederate 
cavalry.  The  war  spirit  is 
not  so  much  alive  as  some 
croakers  would  have  us 
believe,  else  an  introduc- 
tion from  a  Federal  Cap- 
tain to  a  Confederate 
Colonel  would   have    met 


with  a  chilling  reception.  Not  at  all ! 
The  Colonel  urged  Jerry  to  make  his 
house  headquarters  during  his  stay  in 
Shepherdstown.  In  the  North  the  Col- 
onel would  have  put  him  up  at  the 
club,,  and  he  would  have  called  at  the 
house  once  or  twice,  but  that  is  not  the 
Virginia  way. 

The  Colonel's  family  has  lived  on  the 
estate  since  the  country  was  settled. 
Near  the  house  is  the  famous  Falling 
Spring,  where  the  Virginia  heroes  of 
1776  met  to  start  on  their  "bee-line  for 
Boston."  The  estates  about  here,  in 
fact  all  over  the  South,  were  thorough- 
ly exhausted  by  the  war,  and  the  past 
glory  of  the  old  "  First  Families  "  has 
hardl}^  returned. 

Sunday  morning  the  breakfast  bell 
found  Jerry  on  the  front  porch  talking 
war  times  with  the  Colonel.  His  regi- 
ment, during  the  retreat  toward  Rich- 
mond before  the  Seven  Days'  Fight, 
was  detailed  at  Fairfax  C.  H.  to  detain 
the    enem5^      The   infantry   had    gone 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


and  the  breastworks  were  dismantled. 
When  the  Federal  troops  had  come 
within  sight  the  Colonel  had  directed 
that  an  old  piece  of  stovepipe  be  rigged 
on  an  abandoned  pair  of  cart-wheels 
and  thrust  over  the  breastworks.  As 
they  came  still  nearer  his  men  went 
through  the  motions  of  loading  the 
imitation  cannon.  The  Federal  troops 
lay  down,  the 
officers  look- 
ing as  if  they 
would  like  to 
mightily,  but 
still  urging 
the  men  on. 
When  within 
hearing  the 
Colonel,  i  n 
stentorian 
tones,  shout- 
ed, "Ready!" 
Down  they 
went  the  sec- 
ond time,  and 
later  a  third. 
Then  the  offi- 
cers' glasses 
discovered 
the  ruse,  and 
a  more  sud- 
denly cheer- 
ful lot  of  men 
you  never 
saw.  Mean- 
t  i  m  e  the 
Colonel,  with 
his  forces, 
had  departed, 
having  de- 
layed the 
Federal  in- 
fantry twenty 
or  thirty  min- 
utes. After 
breakfast  the 
Colonel's  son- 
in-law  took 
Jerry  for  a 
drive  across 
the  Potomac  to  Antietam  battlefield. 
The  road  winds  down  a  steep  hill  to  a 
toll-bridge,  where  Jerry,  with  profuse 
protestations,  declared  he  would  pay  the 
toll.  Accordingly  he  tendered  the  old 
lady  a  dime,  anticipating  a  nickel  change. 
He  was  unused  to  paying  toll,  for  in  his 
State  no  such  arrangement  exists,  but 
tried  to  force  his  fee  upon  the  hesitat- 
ing old    lady,  who  seemed  in  no  wise 


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anxious   to  take  it,  even  upon   his  re- 
peated protests. 

Antietam  was  not  the  witness  of 
strong  dramatic  scenes  to  the  same  ex- 
tent that  Gettysburg  was.  It  was  the 
culmination  of  Lee's  first  invasion  of  the 
North  in  September,  '62,  and  would 
have  been  the  end  of  his  troops  if 
the  Federal  commander  had  known  and 

taken  advan- 
tage  of  the 
topography 
of  the  coun- 
try. The  Col- 
onel pointed 
out  on  a 
sketch  how, 
after  the 
battle,  Lee's 
troops  were 
heldin  abend 
of  the  Poto- 
mac, with  no 
place  to  cross 
except  Black- 
ford's Ford. 

He  told 
how  the  river 
is  deep  and 
bounded  b  y 
bluffs  at 
other  points  ; 
and  had  Mc- 
Clellan  held 
the  ford 
early  in  the 
day,  when  it 
was  not  well 
defended  by 
the  Confed- 
erate troops, 
Lee  would 
not  have  had 
a  place  open 
for  retreat. 

The  field  of 
Antietam  i  s 
marked  with 
hundreds  of 
iron  plates;  on 
each,  in  raised  letters,  is  an  account  of 
such  engagement  as  ha,ppened  there. 
The  most  interesting  objects  are  Bun- 
ker Church,  which  was  riddled  with 
shell;  the  Burnside  Bridge  and  Bloody 
Lane,  where  the  men  lay  dead,  piled  six 
and  seven  deep. 

Jerry  had  started  out  to  make  a  view 
of  the  Burnside  Bridge,  but,  after  wan- 
dering through    a   maze   of  new-made 


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roads,  "  concluded  he  had  missed  it,"  a 
fact  which  had  been  patent  for  some 
time. 

Next  mornini^  we  made  our  adieus 
to  the  Colonel  and  his  family,  intending- 
to  reach  Harper's  Ferry  (ten  miles)  in 
time  to  make  some  views.  But  Jerry, 
the  rascal,  knew  if  he  could  persuade 
Miss  Polly  to  g-o  for  a  spin  Harper's 
Ferry  would  not  see  him  that  day.  The 
young  lady  was  quite  willing,  and  they 
took  the  river  road,  bordered  on  one 
side  by  a  high  cliff,  on  the  other  by  the 
Potomac.     - 

During  the  ride  Jerry  told  of  his  fu- 
tile efforts  to  secure  a  picture  of  the 
Burnside  Bridge,  and  hinted  that  it 
would  now   be  an  excellent   ride. 

Accordingly,  at  two  they  were  off. 
Jerry  wasn't  saying  anything  now  about 
Harper's  Ferry,  his  burning  enthusiasm 
for  that  spot  having  become  ashes,  as  it 
were.  What  were  historic  places  com- 
pared to  a  ride  with  a  pretty  girl  ? 
Nothing,  simply  nothing.  Besides,  were 
they  not  about  to  visit  the  Burnside 
Bridge  ?  Certainly,  for  the  shower  that 
caught  them  near  the  hotel  in  Sharps- 
burg  would  make  but  a  few  moments' 
delay. 

"  This  hotel  parlor  is  awfully  stuffy," 
ventured  sweet  Polly. 

"  I  was  just  thinking  that  myself,"  re- 
plied Jerry.  "  Suppose  we  make  a  rush 
for  the  National  Cemetery.  The  water 
won't  spoil  my  clothes  if  it  doesn't 
yours " 

A  smart  spurt  for  a  quarter  of  a  mile 
and  the  wheels  are  left  on  the  piazza  of 
the  attendant's  cottage,  while  Miss  Polly 
and  Jerry  run  for  the  covered  rostrum. 
Did  you  ever  sit  in  a  sheltered  place 
out-doors  with  a  congenial  soul,  watch- 
ing the  rain  ?  Under  such  circum- 
stances, did  you  feel  an  eager  enthusi- 
asm to  "  reach  Burnside  Bridge  "  ?  Jerry 
says  a  knowledge  of  the  science  of 
palmistry  in  such  a  case  is  "mighty 
handy." 

"Look,  Mr.  Travers,  there's  the  at- 
tendant." Travers  is  Jerry's  other 
name. 

"  Don't  disturb  him.    Now  the  Mound 

of  Mars- •" 

"  But  he  is  saying  something  to  us." 
Reluctantly  relinquishing  the  pursuit 
of  the  interesting  science,  Jerry  went  to 
the  other  end  of  the  rostrum,  and  with 
the  utmost  sang-froid  inquired,  "  How 
far  is  it  to  the  Burnside  Bridge  ? " 


2.^6 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


"  Jefferson's  rock,"  harper's 


"  I  said  it  was  against  the  rules  to  sit 
on  the  grass." 

"  It  isn't  more  than  a  mile,  is  it  ? " 

The  attendant,  hardly  equal  to  a  third 
declaration  of  rules,  surlily  answered, 
"  'Bout  half  a  mile." 

"  Thanks.     Which  way  ? '" 

"  First  turn  to  your  right,  or  back 
through  the  town  and  first  left."  So 
they  rode  into  Sharpsburg,  half  a  mile, 
and  secured  a  covered  barge  which  took 
them  and  their  wheels  home. 

After  supper  Archie  turned  up  in  the 
hotel  with  "  I  thought  you  had  gone  to 
Harper's  Ferry." 

"Well,  you  see,  the  er — .  Well,  a  fel- 
low can't  ride  in  the  rain." 

In  the  morning  we  regretfully  said 


•'  FALLING    SPRING,"  WHERE   THE   MEN    OF   '76   MET. 


"Good-bye,"  and  re= 
sumed  our  trip,  via 
Burnside  Bridge 
(that  oft-sought  ob- 
ject) and  the  Mary- 
land Heights,  to 
Harper's  Ferry 
(twelve  miles). 

It  is  a  poor  road 
for  a  wheel,  hilly 
and  dusty  when  dry, 
and  longer  than  the 
pike,  but  it  passes 
the  house  where 
John  Brown  lived  as. 
"Isaac  Smith, 
prospecting  for  min- 
erals." 

Nearly  a  century 
rry.  ago,  as  Thomas  Jef- 

ferson stood  on  the 
rock  (since  named  for  him)  at  Harper's 
Ferry,  where  he  could  look  between 
the  mountains  down  the  Potomac,  he 
is  said  to  have  exclaimed  :  "  This  is 
worth  crossing  the  ocean  to  see."  The 
view  has  lost  nothing  by  the  dotting 
houses  in  the  landscape,  and  the  on- 
looker, as  he  stands  on  West  Virgin- 
ian soil,  can  see  Maryland  at  his  left 
and  Virginia  on  his  right — three  States 
at  once. 

Jerry  had  a  card  of  introduction  to  a 
young  lady  in  Charlestown,  reputed  to 
be  a  great  beauty,  and  he  planned  to 
spend  the  evening  there  ;  accordingly, 
at  three  he  bade  adieu  to  his  Harper's 
Ferry  friends.  While  a  bicycle  costume 
was  not  the  proper  thing  for  calling, 
yet  he  had  learned 
people  condoned  it 
most  readily  and  that 
the  trip  afforded  an 
excellent  subject  of 
conversation.  Now, 
one  of  the  peculiari- 
ties of  Jerry's  fickle- 
ness is  that  he  feels 
he  ought  to  be  loyal 
to  the  last  damsel  he 
has hadan interest  in. 
His  call  on  Miss  St. 
Claire  was  prompted 
by  a  sense  of  courtesy 
t  o  their  common 
friend,  and  thoughts 
of  Miss  Polly  doubt- 
less lingered  about 
the  chambers  of  his 
brain.    Thus  it  came 


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237 


about  that  he  was  quite  unprepared  for 
the  vision  of  loveliness  which  floated  into 
the  room  with  a  slender  hand  outheld, 
and  "Mr.  Travers,  I'm  right  glad  to 
meet  you.  Mary  told  me  to  expect  you 
to-day  or  to  morrow."  He  was  dazed 
for  a  moment ;  still,  it  is  not  in  his  nat- 
ure to  succumb  to  a  surprise  for  long. 
But  he  felt  embarrassed  for  want  of 
evening  dress.  However,  in  the  half 
lights  of  the  shaded  piazza  he  soon  for- 
got that.  Flashing  eyes,  curving  lips 
and  gleaming  neck  kept  him  in  fevered 
admiration,  and  soon  brought  him  to  a 
point  where  he  would  not  have  been 
responsible    for    his    acts.     Jerry   says 


At  Charlestown  is  a  commission 
signed  by  John  Brown  and  his  Secre- 
tary of  War,  appointing  one  Leeman  to 
a  captaincy  in  his  army.  It  seems  that 
Brown  had  a  written  constitution,  a 
cabinet,  and  all  the  essentials  of  a 
provisional  government  arranged.  The 
slaves  were  to  rise  with  him,  assistance 
was  expected  from  the  North,  and  after 
the  provisional  government  had  become 
firmly  established  a  permanent  organi- 
zation was  to  be  effected. 

The  next  morning's  shower  cleared 
off  by  ten,  and  after  lunch  we  started  for 
Winchester  (eighteen  miles)  over  a  fine 
road.      About  five  miles  beyond  Berry- 


"  AN   OCCASIONAL  OLD   DUTCH   OVEN."      {p.  2JJ.) 


when  he  loses  his  head  something  has 
to  give,  and,  rather  than  risk  such  an 
event,  he  took  refuge  in  deceit. 

"  I  hope  the  baby  is  well  this  hot 
weather." 

"  Are  you  an  uncle,  Mr.  Travers  ?  " 

"  Didn't  Miss  Mary  write  you  that  I 
was  married  ?  " 

A  gasp  of  surprise,  and  the  surcharged 
atmosphere  cleared  at  once.  I  am  in- 
clined to  think  Jerry  has  regretted  this 
speech  ever  since,  and  wished  he  had 
let  things  go  on  and  permitted  himself 
to  "  lose  his  head."  He  always  speaks  as 
if  the  latter  end  of  the  evening  lacked 
the  brilliancy  of  the  beginning. 


ville  the  pike  takes  three  sharp  turns 
down  a  hill,  and  as  you  come  around 
the  last  corner  a  wide  ford  comes  into 
view.  Jerry  had  no  idea  how  deep  it 
was,  and,  amidst  frantic  efforts  to  stop 
his  wheel,  realized  that  this  was  one  of 
the  places  where  a  brake  would  be  use- 
ful. He  succeeded  in  tumbling  off 
among  some  rocks,  where  he  had  a 
good  view  of  four  girls  across  the  stream 
laughing  at  him. 

We  had  heard  much  of  the  famous 
Valley  Pike,  one  hundred  and  thirty- 
six  miles,  from  Hagerstown  to  Staun- 
ton. The  League  book  rates  the  Valley 
Pike  as  the  "  finest  riding  East,  except 


238 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


THE   NATURAL   BRIDGE, 
VIRGINIA. 

during  road-mending."  It  forgets  to 
state  that  the  road-mending  is  of  neces- 
sity always  going  on,  for  the  surface  is  of 
limestone,  undrained,  and  lasts  only 
four  or  five  years.  It  is  made  by  dis- 
tributing cracked  limestone  on  the  road, 
and  as  teams  pass  over  it,  in  the  course 
of  months,  it  is  worn  into  a  hard,  smooth 
roadway,  excellent  for  a  wheel.  But  as 
it  needs  repairs  about  once  in  five  years, 
of  the  one  hundred  and  thirt5^-six  miles 
there  is  always  fifteen  to  twenty  of 
cracked  limestone  in  a  more  or  less 
tamped  condition.  In  riding  over  the 
cracked  stone  there  is  very  little  danger 
of  a  puncture  if  the  tire  is  kept  ex- 
ceedingly hard,  for  lime  rock  does  not 
split  with  cutting  corners.  If  you  enter 
the  Valley  Pike  expecting  an  unusually 
fine  road  you  will  be  disappointed  and 


disheartened, 
but  if  you  ex- 
p  e  c  t  an  ordi- 
n  ar  y  road, 
things  will 
prove  V  ery 
cheerful. 

The  Colonel 
had  given  Jerry 
a  card  of  intro- 
duction to  the 
"  Professor  "  in 
Winch  e  ster , 
who  was  head  of 
a  girls'  school. 
So  he  called  at 
the  school  and 
presented  the 
card,  reciting 
his  little  tale  in 
a  most  suave 
and  genteel 
manner. 

The  Professor 
turned  the  card 
about  silently, 
and  as  Jerry 
finished  looked 
up  at  him  and 
said,  "  What  are 
you  selling  ? " 
He  was  quite 
deaf,  and  Jerry  had  not 
known  it.  Upon  returning 
to  the  hotel  his  lonely  thoughts 
turned  to  Miss  Polly,  and  he  longed 
to  write  to  her  what  he  thought  of 
her  father's  friend,  the  Professor,  but 
felt  the  proprieties  forbade. 

With  an  early  morning  start  it  was 
straightaway  to  Staunton  for  a  century 
run.  The  first  half  hour  we  made  eight 
miles,  the  second  six,  the  third  four,  and 
tired,  too.  This  brought  us  to  Stras- 
burg,  eighteen  miles ;  and  'twas  passing 
strange  the  wheel  went  so  hard,  but  a 
glance  at  the  thermometer  showed 
ninety- eight  degrees  in  the  shade  at 
half -past  eight  in  the  morning.  No 
century  run  that  day,  but  Woodstock  by 
noon  (thirty-one  miles),  and  that  only 
after  cooling  off  in  a  swimming-hole 
disclosed  by  some  boys. 

This  valley  during  the  war  was  swept 
dozens  of  times  by  the  troops  of  both 
armies.  It  was  a  most  excellent  source 
of  supplies,  for  the  fertile  farms  pro- 
duce a  maximum  of  crop  with  a  mini- 
mum of  labor.  Yet  Sheridan  declared 
he  would  "  make  the  Shenandoah  Val- 


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239 


ley  so  bare  that  a  crow  crossing-  it  would 
need  to  carry  a  knapsack."  He  kept  his 
word)  and  yet  to-day  no  large  section  ol 
country  in  the  South  shows  so  little  the 
effects  of  the  war.  We  of  the  North 
hardly  realize  how  that  strugg-le  ex- 
hausted everything  the  South  had  to 
give,  and  it  is  only  such  exceptional 
spots  as  this  that  to-day  are  recovered. 
To  be  sure,  one  occasionally  finds  the 
walls  of  an  old  mansion  standing  where 
it  was  burned  by  one  army  or  the  other, 
but  the  people,  as  a  whole,  are  well 
housed  —  perhaps  not  in  such  trim 
houses  as  are  to  be  found  in  New  Eng- 
land ;  the  climate  does  not  require 
that,  neither  is  the  temperament  of  the 
Southerner  such  as  to  demand  it,  but  in 
houses  better  than  the  average  farming 
community  of  the  South. 

The  negro  is  the  great  Southern  prob- 
lem. One  cannot  realize  how  serious  is 
that  problem  until  he  has  spent  some 
time  in  the  South.  Education  is  gener- 
ally recognized  as  the  solution  of  the 
difficulty. 

After  dinner  Jerry  fell  into  line  with 
the  loafers  on  the  hotel  porch,  who  were 
proving  their  title  to  the  land  of  the 
free  and  the  home  of  the  brave  by 
a  political  discussion,  which  settled  as 
much  as  political  discussions  usually  do. 


"  I  tell  yo',  suh,  I'm  tired  of  this  Dem- 
ocratic gov'nment.  Look  yere  !  Right 
after  the  wah  I  was  gettin'  ovah  a  dol- 
lah  a  pound  fo'  my  cotton.  What  am  I 
gettin'  now  ?  I  ask  yo',  suh.  What  am  I 
gettin'  now  ?  The  Democrats  are  a 
rulin'  the  country,  and  I'm  gettin'  seven 
cents." 

In  the  late  afternoon  we  started  for 
Mount  Jackson  (12  miles),  where  we 
planned  to  spend  the  night.  Did  you 
ever  get  caught  in  a  shower  under  a 
covered  bridge,  alongside  a  load  of 
watermelons  ?  If  you  do,  buy  one,  drop 
it  on  the  floor,  pick  up  the  ripe  center 
and  bury  your  mouth  in  its  juicy  sweet- 
ness. Jerry  declares  that  is  the  ideal 
way  to  eat  melons. 

Between  Mount  Jackson  and  New 
Market  (seven  miles)  the  road  was 
mostly  "new  metal,"  as  the  freshly 
cracked  limestone  is  termed.  From 
there  to  Harrisonburg  (nineteen  miles) 
the  road  was  fair,  but  in  spots  had  new 
metal.  The  heat  was  terrible,  over  a 
hundred  in  the  shade,  and  almost  in- 
tolerable in  the  sun.  Jerry  left  his 
wheel  leaning  against  a  country  store 
while  he  went  across  the  fields  for  a 
swim,  and  when  he  returned  the  cork 
handles  pulled  off  as  he  mounted.  The 
sun  was  so  hot  that  it  had  melted  the 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


shellac.  New  Market  is  the  point  from 
which  Luray,  with  its  wonderful  caves, 
is  visited,  but  since  the  turnpike  com- 
pany turned  the  road  over  to  the  county 
no  repairs  have  been  made,  and  it  is  so 
washed  out  that  it  is  almost  impassable 
for  a  bicycle. 

Just  before  reaching  the  hotel  in  Har- 
risonburg Jerry's  tire  sustained  a  punc- 
ture. This,  together  with  the  intense 
heat  and  his  desire  to  reach  Natural 
Bridge  the  next  morning,  induced  us 
to  take  the  train  to  Staunton  (twenty- 
five  miles),  a  busy  little  city,  more  like 
a  New  England  town  than  any  place  we 
had  visited  in  the  valley.  In  the  late 
afternoon  we  wheeled  to  Lexington 
(thirty-six  miles)  over  a  hilly  "  dirt " 
road,  which  was  in  an  unusually  good 
condition,  owing  to  a  recent  rain.  The 
Pennsylvania  consul  of  the  L.  A.  W.  in 
pretty  sarcasm  remarks  in  the  Route 
Book  something  to  the  effect  that  "  dirt, 
as  a  descriptive  adjective  applied  to 
roads,  is  a  failure  and  of  no  value." 

In  Virginia  the  dirt  road  is  undoubt- 
edly a  failure,  but  as  a  descriptive 
name  it  is  very  successful.  This  par- 
ticular kind  of  road  is  sometimes 
called  "  mud  road,"  as  distinguished 
from  limestone  or  plank  roads.  When 
it  is  wet  it  is  deep  mud  ;  when  dry, 
deep  dust  and  only  good  for  a  few  days 
after  a  rain. 

At  Lexington,  General  Lee  and 
"Stonewall"  Jackson  are  buried,  and 
Lee  University  is  one  of  the  sights  of 
the  town.     It  was  a  be^tiful  ride  in  the 


cool  of  the  morning,  fifteen  miles  to  the 
Natural  Bridge,  up  hill  and  down,  with 
the  sun  just  lighting  the  distant  mount- 
ains. If  you  ever  take  this  trip  do  not 
miss  this  early  morning  ride. 

Pictures  of  the  Natural  Bridge  seldom 
give  an  adequate  conception  of  the  tre- 
mendous height  and  span.  The  country 
road  runs  across  the  top,  and  from  this 
you  pass  down  the  hillside  into  the  ravine 
at  the  foot  of  the  bridge.  In  the  good 
old  days,  before  this  wonder  of  nature 
was  fenced  in  and  exhibited  at  fifty 
cents  a  view,  George  Washington  carved 
his  name  part  way  up  the  cliff.  Some 
fifty  years  or  so  ago  a  student  deter- 
mined to  outdo  his  Country's  Father 
and  cut  his  initials  above  Washington's. 
After  he  had  completed  it,  the  descent 
looked  so  fearsome  that  he  continued 
on  to  the  top,  and  was  pulled  over  the 
brink  nearly  dead  from  exhaustion  and 
nervous  strain. 

I  will  not  describe  the  Luray  Caves, 
because  the  visit  was  not  properly  a 
part  of  Jerry's  bicycle  trip,  and  further, 
it  is  difficult  to  describe  thein  without 
illustrations.  No  cameras  are  admitted, 
and  the  management  acts  as  if  it  thought 
you  wanted  to  steal  a  cave.  It  seems 
that  the  caves  were  not  discovered  so 
much  by  accident  as  by  persistent 
search.  Before  the  discovery  was  made 
public,  the  land  covering  them  was  sold, 
but  the  original  owners  sued  and  re- 
covered it  after  the  discovery  was  an- 
nounced. Why  the  property  was  re- 
turned to  them  it  is  hard  to  state. 


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JUNE 


ALASBC^o 


BY  GEO.  C.  CANTWELL. 


ALASKA,   aside    from 
being  a  land  of  gold,    j 
is  the  summer  home    ' 
of  myriads  of  water 
fowl,  its  wild  isolation  offer- 
ing them  a  retreat  in   which   to   build 
their  nests  and  rear  their  young ;  and 
among  its    rocky   islands,    during    the 
breeding    season,    are   gathered   great 
colonies  of  ducks,  geese,  and  sea  birds, 
that  have  passed  the  winter  basking  in 
the  sun  of  the  tropics. 

To  the  naturalist,  this  bird  life  has 
a  fascination  deep  and  irresistible.  The 
desire  to  see  and  be  among  birds  in 
their  strange  homes  has  drawn  many 
into  venturesome  trips.  It  was  the 
object  of  our  party. 

We  left  an  Indian  village  one  bright 
day  in  June,  and  started  for  Egg 
Island,  a  famous  bird  rookery  in  the 
open  sea,  a  long  cruise  west  of  Fort 
Wrangel. 

The  two  Hiada  guides  had  carefully 
stowed  an  outfit  in  the  long  Indian 
canoe ;  all  grasped  paddles,  even  the 
ladies,  and  we  soon  left  the  white  mis- 
sion church  behind. 

That  four  young  women  should  choose 
to  accompany  a  naturalist's  expedition 
on  such  a  venture  to  a  little  island  in 
the  open  Pacific,  in  a  frail  canoe,  will 
illustrate  the  pluck  of  those  who  have 


SCIENTIFIC    HELPS. 

chosen  to  give  their  lives  to  mission  work 
among  the  Indians.  That  they  were 
made  of  the  right  stuff  was  well  proven 
on  the  second  day  out,  when  we  at- 
tempted to  shorten  the  route  by  cutting 
through  between  a  succession  of  rocks, 
where  the  incoming  tide  churned  about 
in  great  whirlpools.  We  realized  our 
mistake  too  late,  when  retreat  was  im- 
possible, and  for  a  moment  it  seemed  as 
if  an  immense  green  swell  would  cer- 
tainly dash  us  against  the  rocks  ;  but  we 
got  out,  and  what  might  have  made 
many  a  man  blanch  only  heightened  the 
color  in  the  girls'  vigorous  faces. 

We  were  all  rather  weary  of  the  trip 
out  on  the  broad,  open  waters  of  the 
Pacific,  when  we  espied  Egg  Island  just 
shining  above  the  wave  -  tops.  Both 
sails  were  up,  and  a  steady  breeze  took 
us  along  at  a  rapid  rate.  As  we  gazed 
at  the  immense  waste  of  water  about  us, 
we  could  not  but  realize  how  hopelessly 
we  were  at  the  mercy  of  a  storm,  should 
one  suddenly  spring  up,  as  they  do  in 
this  country.  But  fortune  favored  us 
then,  as  on  the  entire  trip,  and  in  five 
hours  we  were  in  the  lee  of  the  island. 


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"  TUFTED   PUFFINS. 

There  is  no  beach  or  harbor  of  any 
kind,  and  the  angry  surf  beats  against 
the  face  of  the  precipitous  cliffs  with  a 
continuous  roar.  After  following  the 
shore  for  some  distance  the  Indians 
decided  to  land  at  an  opening  be- 
tween two  cliffs,  where  the  space  was 
strewn  with  granite  boulders  and  slabs 
of  slate,  and  the  swells  surged  in  and 
out  with  a  force  that  threatened  disaster 
to  our  cedar  canoe.  But  by  skillful 
handling  the  Indians  guided  her  clear  of 
the  rocks,  and  we  rode  grandly  in  on  the 
top  of  a  foaming  swell. 

At  the  right  moment,  one  of  the  In- 
dians jumped  for  a  flat  rock  ;  the  reced- 
ing water  left  him  high  and  dry,  and,  as 
the  canoe  came  in  again,  he  called  for 
the  girls  to  jump.  And  jump  they  did, 
right  into  the  foam  of  the  breakers ! 
With  each  wave  that  washed  the  canoe 
in,  some  of  the  baggage  was  handed  out 
to  those  on  shore,  until  we  had  emptied 
it  ;  then  logs  were  placed  across  the 
rocks,  and,  with  a  combined  effort,  we 
lifted  the  craft  bodily  out  and  dragged 
it  high  on  the  beach  above  the  tide.  We 
are  here  !  was  the  universal  expression. 

Our  camp  was  made,  a  good  meal  dis- 
posed of,  and  the  afternoon  spent  in  ex- 
ploring the  island  that  we  had  made 
such  a  desperate  trip  to  reach.  Birds, 
birds,  everywhere  in  countless  numbers, 
flying  overhead,  swimming  in  the  water. 


and  peering  at  us  from  among  the  rocks. 
The  screams  of  the  gull  were  taken  up 
by  the  whistle  of  the  oyster-catcher. 
Great  solid  masses  of  murres  left  their 
roosting-place  on  the  cliffs  above  and 
pitched  headlong  into  the  sea  below, 
their  silvery  breasts  glistening  on  the 
wave- tops  as  far  as  eye  could  reach. 
Shining  black  puffins,  with  grotesque 
red  bills  and  flowing  yellow  plumes, 
dashed  silently  by  and  buried  them- 
selves in  holes  in  the  hillside.  Far  and 
near  came  the  call  of  many  voices — the 
very  air  seemed  alive  with  birds — a  wild, 
bewildering  scene. 

A  short  walk  back  of  camp  brought 
us  to  a  high,  rocky  crag,  towering 
above  the  surrounding  cliffs  and  quite 
bare  of  vegetation.  By  carefully  pick- 
ing our  way  over  its  uneven  sides  we 
reached  the  top,  which  was  quite  flat; 
and  scattered  about  were  nests  of  the 
glaucous  -  winged  gull — well  made  of 
bleached  grass,  each  containing  three 
large  brown-spotted  eggs.  Overhead, 
like  a  living  cloud,  hovered  and  screamed 
the  excited  gulls,  now  and  then  swoop- 
ing down  at  us,  or  gracefully  settling  on 
the  rocks  just  out  of  reach,  their  trim 
white  figures  silhouetted  against  the  blue 
sky,  like  marble  statues.  Gathering  a 
few  of  the  eggs  and  stowing  them  away 
in  the  various  parts  of  our  clothes,  the 
girls  tying  theirs  in  the  folds  of  their 
aprons,  we  carefully  made  our  way  down 
over  the  sharp  rocks,  and  woe  to  the  un- 
fortunates who  settled  too  heavily  on 
their  load  of  eggs. 

Reaching  camp,  we  cooked  the  fresh 


"  MURKELETS. 


A  JUNE  DAY  ON  EGG  ISLAND   OFF  ALASKA. 


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ones,  and  found  them  excellent  eating, 
the  yolks  a  rich  orange  and  the  whites 
a  clear  porcelain.  What  a  variety  of 
dishes  the  girls  inade  of  them  !  Custard, 
pudding,  cakes,  and  all  the  delicacies  of 
home,  besides  eggs  boiled,  fried,  scram- 
bled and  poached,  while,  combined  with 
flour,  they  made  a  dish  we  called  Egg 
Island  fritters. 


know.     He  was  after  birds  the  entire 
twenty-four  hours. 

In  climbing  over  the  hills  of  the  isl- 
and we  discovered  the  retreats  of  these 
night  birds,  the  soil  everywhere  through 
the  deep  woods  being  fairly  honey- 
combed with  their  nesting  burrows. 
The  larger  tunnels  of  the  rhinoceros 
auks  were,  as  a  rule,  on  the  slopes  of  the 


OUR    CRAFT. 


No  sooner  had  the  twilight  settled 
over  the  island  than  new  bird-voices 
called  from  the  hills  about  us.  The 
birds  of  the  day  were  at  rest,  and  their 
place  was  filled  with  the  night  denizens 
of  the  island.  They  came  from  the  dark 
recesses  of  the  forests,  first  single  strag- 
glers, increased  by  midnight  to  a  stream 
of  eager  birds,  passing  to  and  from  the 
sea.  Many,  attracted  by  the  glow  of  the 
burning  logs,  altered  their  course  and 
circled  about  the  fire  a  few  times,  and 
then  sped  on.  From  their  notes  we  iden- 
tified the  principal  night  prowlers  as 
the  Cassin's  auklet,  rhinoceros  auk,  mur- 
relet  and  varieties  of  petrel. 

All  through  the  night  our  slumbers 
were  frequently  disturbed  by  birds 
alighting  on  the  sides  of  the  tent,  slip- 
ping down  with  great  scratching  into 
the  grass  below,  where  our  excited  dog 
took  a  hand  in  the  matter,  daylight  of- 
ten finding  our  tent  strewn  with  the 
birds  he  had  captured  during  the  night. 
When  he  found  time  to  sleep  I  do  not 


hill,  while  the  little  burrows  of  the  Cas- 
sin's auklet  were  on  top,  in  the  flat 
places.  We  opened  many  of  their  queer 
abodes  that  ran  back  with  many  turns 
to  a  distance  of  ten  feet  or  more.  One 
or  both  birds  were  invariably  found  at 
the  end,  covering  their  single  &^%.,  for 
this  species,  like  many  other  sea  birds, 
divide  the  duties  of  incubation,  both 
sexes  doing  an  equal  share,  relieving 
each  other  at  night. 

The  puffins  nested  in  burrows  also, 
but  lower  down — often  just  above  the 
surf.  One  must  be  very  careful,  indeed, 
how  he  thrusts  his  hand  into  their  dark 
dens,  for  should  the  old  bird  chance  to 
be  at  home,  its  vice-like  bill  can  in- 
flict a  very  painful  wound. 

The  rookeries  of  the  murres  and  cor- 
morants were  on  the  sides  of  steep  cliffs 
overhanging  the  sea.  Looking  down 
from  above,  hundreds  of  eggs  could  be 
seen,  gathered  along  the  narrow  shelves 
and  chinks  in  the  rocks,  but  accessible 
only  by  means  of  a  rope  from  the  top. 


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Day  succeeded  night  with  surprising 
rapidity,  and  almost  before  we  realized 
it  our  ten  days'  stay  was  nearly  over  ; 
so  we  decided  one  day  to  put  the  big 
canoe  into  the  water  again  and  visit  a 
little  island  to  the  south,  which  we 
reached  in  due  time,  but,  owing  to  the 
heavy  sea  that  was  running,  we  were  un- 
able to  make  a  landing,  and  came  back. 

We  made  another  and  more  success- 
ful attempt  later,  when  some  of  us  got 
ashore,  while  the  others  remained  in  the 
canoe  to  keep  it  off  the  rocks  ;  but  the 
wind  increased  to  such  an  extent  that 
the  shore  party  were  called  back  to  the 
beach  after  only  an  hour's  exploring. 
They  were  rewarded,  however,  by  some 
choice  specimens  of  the  rare  fork- tailed 
petrel,  which  they  found  plentiful.  We 
crossed  back  to  the  big  island  just  in 
time,  for  the  heavy  wind  from  the  out- 
side changed  to  a  frightful  gale.  The 
mighty  waves  all  about  us  turned  fairly 
black,  while  their  white  crests  caught 
by  the  wind  were  sprayed  high  up 
the  mountain-sides,  making  a  spectacle 
that  caused  the  eight  lonely  souls  who 
watched  it  from  a  rocky  point  to  thank 
a  kind  Providence  that  had  spared  them 
a  fate  which  might  have  been. 

Some  days  later  we  broke  camp  and 
started  for  a  little  island  eight  miles  to 
the  north,  as  a  more  favorable  place  to 
cross  to  the  mainland.  On  our  way  we 
surprised  a  small  herd  of  sea-lions  asleep 
on  a  flat  rock,  approaching  very  near 


them  before  they  tumbled  with  loud 
roars  into  the  sea  below,  frequently 
coming  up  around  the  canoe  and  eying 
us  curiously. 

We  arrived  at  the  island  at  ,nine 
that  evening — it  was  still  broad  day- 
light; made  an  easy  landing  behind  a 
large  rock,  had  a  big  dinner  and  still 
bigger  fire  as  a  final  celebration  of  our 
delightful  trip,  and  turned  in  to  sleep 
for  our  last  night  on  the  islands,  the 
Indian  boys  in  the  meantime  having 
cast  a  stone  into  a  certain  pool  of  water 
on  the  top  of  a  rock,  to  bring  fair  wind 
for  the  morrow. 

Like  many  of  their  superstitions  that 
occasionally  come  true,  the  wind  was 
fair  in  the  morning,  but  everything  was 
enveloped  in  a  heavy  fog.  The  Indians 
said,  however,  that  everything  was  "  de- 
late closh,"  so  we  started  off,  steering 
by  compass,  and  were  soon  lost  in  the 
mist. 

We  sailed  quietly  along  for  some  time, 
when,  much  to  our  relief,  the  fog  slowly 
but  surely  began  to  lift,  and  presently 
we  saw  the  long,  green  line  of  the 
mainland  dead  ahead.  Later,  the  warm, 
shining  sun  burst  through  the  gloom, 
and  everything  looked  bright  again. 
Our  faithful  old  canoe  measured  the 
long  stretch  of  open  water,  a  wave  at  a 
time,  for  six  long  hours  ;  then  we  were 
once  more  gliding,  through  the  narrow 
passages  between  the  points  and  island?., 
safely  back  to  home  and  friends. 


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A  SNUG  HARBOR  AT  LOW  WATER. 


/ 


THE   CLUB-HOUSE. 


THe    YALe    COROTTHIEAH    YACHT    CLUB. 


BY  FREDERICK  COONLEY. 


THE  history  of  the  origin  and  de- 
velopment of  the  Yale  Corin- 
thian Yacht  Club  shows  that  the 
life  in  the  American  Universities 
of  to-day  is  a  complete  reflection  of 
their  social  environment.  Their  most 
cherished  traditions  and  customs  are 
ever  being  modified  by  new  conditions. 
Yale,  as  a  New  England  university, 
first  breathed  an  atmosphere  of  sturdy 
work  and  few  enjoyments.  The  mind 
alone  was  cultivated,  the  daily  life  of 
the  students  was  plain  and  frugal,  while 
the  little  athletic  recreation  indulged  in 
was  crude  and  unsystematized.  From 
this  extreme  the  advance  to  its  present 
highly  organized  system  of  athletics  has 
been  gradual,  and  always  a  reflection 
of  external  conditions. 

Now  the  life  is  a  happy  combination 
of  study  with  an  equally  profitable  and 
entertaining  period  of  recreation.  Col- 
lege requirements  everywhere  have  in- 
creased, and  with  this  it  is  interesting  to 
learn  that  statistics  prove  the  student 
body  to-day  is  stronger,  healthier  and 
better  physically  developed  than  it  was 
even  a  few  years  ago.  But  athletics  have 
not  usurped  the  place  of  the  intellectual 
factors  in  the  college  life,  for  success 
and  honors  are  to  be  won  in  the  literary, 
academic  and  oratorical  pursuits. 


For  many  years  the  lovers  of  foot- 
ball, baseball  or  rowing  found  their 
favorite  sport  well  organized.  It  was 
not  until  1881  that  yachting  enthusiasts 
effected  a  permanent  organization.  J. 
J.  Phelps,  since  well  known  as  a  New 
York  yachtsman,  was  the  moving  spirit 
in  the  enterprise. 

It  was  natural  that  his  task  should 
not  be  a  difficult  one,  for  situated  as  Yale 
is  on  the  picturesque  shore  of  Long 
Island  Sound,  with  good  harbor  facili- 
ties, the  natural  advantages  were  all  that 
could  be  desired.  Then,  too,  for  many 
years,  during  the  pleasant  fall  and  spring 
months,  sailing  on  the  harbor  was  one 
of  the  most  popular  forms  of  amuse- 
ment on  the  Wednesday  and  Saturday 
half-holidays. 

Two  thrifty  Yankees,  appreciating 
this,  for  a  long  time  earned  a  comforta- 
ble livelihood  furnishing  sailing  craft  to 
the  youthful  skippers.  The  genial  faces 
of  "  Chappie  White  "  and  "  Austin  "  are 
well  known  to  the  members  of  the  uni- 
versity ;  and  they  are  popular  both  for 
their  boats  and  the  yarns  they  spin 
over  a  friendly  pipe,  telling  stories  of 
men  now  prominent  as  yachtsmen,  who 
received  the  first  lessons  under  their 
instruction.  In  fact  the  name  of  "  Chap- 
pie White  "  deserves  a  prominent  place 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


in  the  annals  of  the  club.  He  it  was 
who  taught  J.  J.  Phelps  and  J.  E.  Way- 
land  how  to  handle  a  boat,  thus  directly 
assisting  in  the  organization.  He  con- 
tinued to  assist  the  club  in  many  ways, 
building  several  boats  for  the  members 
and  permitting  them  to  use  his  place  as 
headquarters,  until  the  present  house 
and  anchorage  were  secured.  From  these 
boat-houses  it  is  a  delightful  afternoon's 
sail  to  such  attractive  spots  as  Double 
Beach,  Indian  Head,  The  Thimbles  and 
Woodmont.  From  among  the  constant 
visitors  to  these  charming  spots  Mr. 
Phelps  assembled  a  small  but  enthusi- 
astic number.  The  first  fleet  consisted 
of  the  schooner  Edith,  owned  by  H.  E. 
Whittlesey  ;  sloops,  Hilda,  J.  E.  Way- 
land  ;  Vivienne,  J.  J.  Phelps  ;  Madge, 
W.  H.  Parsons  ;  Rcgina,  Charles  Still- 
man  ;  Viola,  J.  E. 
Wayland  ;  cutter, 
Illu  riel,  Charles 
Stillman  ;  catboats, 
Cnrlezv,  H.  B.  Ander- 
son, and  La  Cigalc, 
J.  E.  Wayland.  The 
first  officers  were: 
Commodore,  J.  J. 
Phelps ;  Vice-Com- 
modore, William  11. 
Parsons ;  Secretary 
and  Treasurer,  J.  B. 
Woodward. 

There   was   no 
regular    racing    pro- 
gram me  for   the 
spring  term,  but  fre- 
quent  races   were 
held,  and  at  the  end  of  the  college  year 
there  was  a  short  cruise  to  The  Thim- 
bles, Sachem's   Head,    Falkner's    Light 
and  the  vicinity. 

While  Mr.  Phelps  was  an  active  mem- 
ber, his  personal  magnetism  and  enthu- 
siasm for  the  noble  sport  inspired  the 
others  with  a  like  zeal.  He  offered  a 
$200  cup  for  the  fastest  time  made 
over  the  outside  course  by  forty-footers 
owned  by  club  members,  and  did  all  in 
his  power  to  encourage  yachting.  For 
a  time  matters  prospered,  but  soon  the 
club  drifted  into  being  little  more  than 
a  rendezvous  for  the  opening  of  the  sum- 
mer yachting  season,  and  the  members 
did  not  bring  their  boats  to  New  Haven 
until  the  close  of  college. 

It  was  in  the  spring  of  1893  that  new 
life  was  infused  into  the  old  organiza- 
tion, and  the  present  active  interest  in 


CHAPPIE"    WHITE, 


matters  aquatic  began.  Under  the 
leadership  of  W.  H.  Harris,  Cornelius 
Vanderbilt,  Jr.,  C.  L.  F.  Robinson  and  A. 
B.  Hughes,  the  club  was  reorganized. 
The  largest  fleet  in  the  history  of  the 
club  was  enrolled  and  much  activity 
was  manifested.  A  club-house  was  se- 
cured at  Morris  Cove  with  splendid  an- 
chorage. The  cove  lies  along  the  east- 
ern shore  of  New  Haven  Harbor,  about 
four  miles  from  the  city.  It  is  well 
known  to  the  captains  sailing  the  Sound 
and  is  a  frequent  stopping-place  for  the 
Seawanhaka,  New  York,  Atlantic  Yacht 
Club,  and  others  on  the  run  from  Cold 
Spring  Harbor  to  New  London.  Among 
the  well-known  boats  on  the  club's  roll 
were  the  Ilderini  and  Alcestes,  owned  by 
Cornelius  Vanderdilt,  Jr.  ;  Awa,  owned 
by  A.  DeWitt  Cochrane  ;  JSlympJi,  owned 
by  H.  W.  Harris  ;  B. 
O.  B.,  owned  by  W. 
S.  H  o  y  t ;  Daffodil, 
owned  by  A.  H.  Whit- 
ting  ;  Que  en  Mab, 
owned  by  H.  Chubb  ; 
Trident,  owned  by  G. 
T.  Adee;  Veto,  owned 
by  W.  A.  Delano  ; 
the  schooners  Monlie- 
gan,  owned  by  C.  A. 
Miller,  and  the  Una, 
owned  by  T.  J.  Mc- 
C  ah  ill.  The  club 
boasted  also  of  a 
steam  yacht,  W.  Key- 
ser  flying  the  club's 
colors  on  his  yacht 
Kestrel. 
There  were  two  courses  laid  out  for 
racing.  One,  outside  the  breakwater,  in 
the  waters  of  the  Sound,  was  a  distance 
of  twelve  miles.  The  course  was  from 
the  judges'  boat  at  the  harbor's  mouth 
southwest  by  west  four  miles,  leaving 
stake-boat  No.  1  to  port  ;  thence  east 
by  south  four  miles,  leaving  stake-boat 
No.  2  to  port  ;  thence  back  to  stake-boat 
No.  I,  leaving  it  to  starboard,  and  then 
to  starting  line.  The  other,  inside  the 
breakwater,  was  shorter,  for  the  after- 
noon contests.  It  was  decided  to  hold 
annually  an  open  regatta  during  the 
first  week  in  June,  and  races  at  intervals 
during  the  spring. 

It  was  during  this  year  that  negotia- 
tions were  begun  which  led  to  the  first 
inter-university  yacht  race.  Harvard 
challenged  Yale  for  such  a  contest,  but 
the  details  could    not     be  arranged  in 


THE    YALE   CORINTHIAN    YACHT  CLUB. 


247 


time  for  a  reg-atta  in  '93.  Each  club, 
however,  agreed  to  subscribe  $100  for 
the  purchase  of  a  cup  that  should  be- 
come the  property  for  one  year  of  the 
club  winning  the  regatta.  The  first  of 
the  open  regattas  was  not  much  of  a 
success  owing  to  lightness  of  the  wind. 
The  Ny/iiph,  sailed  by  Harris,  with  Dyer, 
Shepley  and  Hughes  as  crew,  won  the 
race  for  forty-footers.  The  Yolande, 
sailed  by  Buck,  with  Keyser,  Ferguson 
and  Drury  as  crew,  won  second.  In  two 
of  the  classes  the  boats  failed  to  finish, 
and  in  the  catboat  class  the  Hylas  won. 
Increased  interest  was  manifested  in 
the  club  in  1894  when  it  was  announced 
that  arrangements  had  been  made  for  a 
regatta  with  Harvard.  It  was  agreed 
to  race  at  New  London  after  the  Yale- 
Harvard  crew  race  had  been  rowed  on 
the  Thames. 


On  June  27th  the  first  Yale- Harvard 
regatta  was  sailed  oiT  New  London.  It 
proved  very  interesting  for  the  veteran 
yachtsmen,  who  were  present  to  witness 
the  crew  race  and  stayed  to  see  what 
the  college  amateurs  could  do,  as  well 
as  for  the  collegians  themselves.  Yale 
won,  21-16,  first  place  counting  5  points, 
second  2,  and  third  i.  Harvard  was 
handicapped  by  the  absence  of  the 
Tomahazvk,  Helen  and  Daisy ^  which 
were  fog-bound  at  Newport.  There 
were  no  Harvard  boats,  therefore,  in 
the  forty-foot  class;  but  the  race  did  not 
lack  interest,  for  the  old  rivals  Awa  and 
Nymph  fought  over  the  entire  course  of 
fourteen  and  a  half  miles  from  Pequot 
dock  to  Bartlett's  Reef  Light,  thence 
to  the  South  Dumplings  and  back  to  the 
Pequot.  This  distance  was  used  for  all 
save    the  two   big    classes   of    sloops, 


FORMER  HEADQUARTERS  OF  THE  CLUB. 


During  the  spring  interesting  races 
were  frequent,  and  the  members  took 
advantage  of  every  opportunity  to  be- 
come skillful  in  handling  their  boats. 
The  open  regatta,  which  was  held  on 
June  9th,  showed  some  meritorious 
work  on  the  part  of  the  novices.  The 
race  in  the  forty-foot  class  resulted  in  a 
keen  contest  between  the  Azva  and  the 
Nymph,  which  was  won  by  the  latter. 
In  the  thirty-foot  class  Hoyt  carried 
off  the  honors  with  the  Kathleen;  Tobog- 
gan, owner  S.  D.  Babcock,  was  second, 
and  Veto  was  third.  The  first  class  of 
catboats  furnished  another  fine  spirited 
contest.  Arrow,  owner  J.  D.  Sawyer, 
won  ;  Volsung,  owner  J.  de  Forrest,  was 
second,  and  Helas,  owner  A.  B.  Hughes, 
was  third.  Crinoline,  owner  Bartholo- 
mew, won  the  second  catboat  class. 


which,  in  addition  to  this,  went  out  to 
Bartlett's  Reef  and  back  again,  making 
in  all  twenty- two  miles.  A  dispute 
arose  as  to  the  classification  of  the 
schooner  Christine,  winner  of  the  third 
class  of  sloops,  under  twenty-six  feet. 
According  to  previous  agreement  it  was 
stated  that  "  schooners  can  enter  into 
the  race,  rating  at  eighty-four  per  cent, 
of  their  water-line,  yachts  to  be  in 
cruising  trim."  G.  H.  Richards,  of  Bos- 
ton, decided  in  favor  of  Yale.  Yale  en- 
tered thirteen  boats  and  Harvard  nine. 
The  summary  is  as  follows  : 


CLASS  I — SLOOPS,  30  TO  40  FEET. 


Yacht. 


College. 


Length. 


Awa    Yale....  39.09 

Nymph.  ...Yale 39- 10 


Elapsed 
Time. 

H.  M.  S. 

3  39  15 

3  43  50 


Corrected 
Time. 

H.  M.  S. 

3  3903 

3  43  50 


24^ 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


THE   ANCHORAGE,   MORRIS    COVE. 


CLASS   2 — SLOOPS,  26   TO    30   FEET. 

Elapsed        Corrected 
Yacht.  College.  Length.         Time.  Time. 

Tomboy.  ..Harvard.  29.04^  3  46  30        3  46  24 

Fancy Harvard.  29.05  34720        34720 

Kathleen.  .Yale  ... .  29.11  Disabled. 

Louise  . . .  .Yale  ....  27.00  Did  not  finish. 

CLASS   3 — SLOOPS    UNDER    26  FEET. 

Christine.  .Yale 24.01  2  21  30        2  21  30 

Bantam.  ...Harvard.  26.00  2  21  45        2  21  45 

Thelga. . .   Harvard.  22.00  2  32  30       2  32  30 

lone    Yale 26.00  2  33  30       2  33  30 

Veto Yale 25.05  23645        23557 

Toboggan. Yale 24.00  Did  not  finish. 

CLASS  4 — CATBOATS,  20  TO  26  FEET. 

Tigress. .  ..Yale.  .. .  24.00  ,  22155  22031 
*Hector.  ...Harvard.  24.06  2  23  30  2  23  30 
Volsung.  ..Yale  . . . .   21.11        23700        23312 

♦Hector,  .second  in    class  4,   did   not  count  for  the 
cup,  as  she  was  only  chartered. 


Yacht.  College.  Length. 

Arrow Yale 24.00 

Willie Yale 20  00 


Elapsed 
Time. 


Corrected 
Tijne. 


2  39  15  2  39  15 

Did  not  finish. 


CLASS    5 — CATBOATS  UNDER    20    FEET. 


Nobska. . . , 
Boodler.  .. 
Hermione 
Betsey  . . . 
Tycoon. . . 


Harvard. 

Yale 

.Harvard. 
Harvard. 
.Harvard. 


19.06 
19.11 
19  10 
19.10 
19.09 


2  16  30 
2  26  30 
2  36  00 
2  40  00 
Disabled. 


2  15  36 
2  26  30 
2  26  30 
2  40  oa 


The  impetus  given  to  racing  by  this 
regatta  was  plainly  seen  the  following 
spring.  Yale  became  a  member  of  the 
Sound  Racing  Association  when  that 
organization  was  formed,  in  January, 
1895.  Active  work  was  begun  early, 
and  a  small  steam  launch  made  regular 
trips  from  the  city  to  Morris  Cove  for 
the  accommodation  of  club  members. 
There  were  no  regular  races,  but  every 


CUP,    GIVEN  BY   W.  H.  HARRIS. 


YALE-HARVARD 
CHALLENGE    CUP. 


CUP,    GIVEN   BY   A.  DE  WITT 
COCHRANE. 


THE    YALE   CORINTHIAN    YACHT  CLUB. 


249 


week  witnessed  some  good  contests. 
Mr.  F.  M.  Hoyt  added  to  the  fleet  his 
new  sloop  Norota,  built  by  Gardiner. 
Her  length  over  all  was  fifty  four  feet 
six  inches  ;  length  of  water-line,  thirty- 
four  feet  six  inches. 

In  the  open  regatta,  which  was  held 
June  ist,  there  were  many  boats  of  the 
Sound  Racing  Association  present.  In 
the  forty-foot  class  the  three  Burgess 
boats,  Choctazv,  of  the  Atlantic  Yacht 
Club,  Azua  and  Nymph,  had  some  excit- 
ing sport.  The  Choctaw  crossed  the 
line  a  winner  from  the  Nymph  by  thirty 
seconds.      In   the   thirty-five-foot   class 


' '  INFANTA.  ■* 

the  DriLsilla,  sailed  by  Col.  Taylor,  of 
New  London,  won  from  the  Norota. 
The  latter  grounded,  and  so  lost  half  an 
hour.  In  the  fifteen-foot  catboat  class 
Trust  Me,  owned  by  C.  M.  Clark,  won; 
Bingo,  owned  by  J.  E.  Goetchius,  was 
second,  and  lone,  owned  by  G.  F.  Eaton, 
was  third.  In  the  mixed  catboat  class, 
Kitty,  owned  by  Mr.  Morse,  of  New 
■Rochelle,  and  Boodler,  owned  by  H.  N. 
Emmons,  tied. 

Although  Choctaiv  won  the  club  cup, 
the  NyuipJi  captured  the  $200  cup 
offered  by  J.  J.  Phelps  for  the  fastest 
time  made  over  the  course  by  a  Yale 


boat.     Mr.  Harris  gave  the  club  another 
cup  to  replace  the  one  he  had  won. 

The  Seawanhaka  Yacht  Club  joined 
the  club  on  its  cruise  to  New  London 
for  the  Yale- Harvard  regatta.  This  sea- 
son there  was  very  little  interest  in 
the  outcome,  owing  to  the  lack  of  Har- 


JEANNETTE." 


2c;o 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


"  BEATRICE." 

vard  entries.  The  Pequot  Association 
held  a  regatta  the  same  day,  and  the 
Ilderim  and  several  other  Yale  boats 
entered  this  contest.  Yale  won  the  in- 
ter-university race  easily,  Tom  Boyhoxv^g 
the  only  Harvard  boat  to  win  first  place. 
The  Nymph  turned  the  tables  on  the 
^ze/.'T:,  winning  by  a  safe  margin.  The 
Norota  behaved  well  and  was  making  a 
pretty  race  of  it  with  the  Paralos  until 
the  Harvard  boat  was  disabled. 

The  season  of  '96  was  not  a  prosperous 
one  for  the  club.     The  rupture  in  ath- 
letic   relations   with    Harvard    made   a 
yacht  race  out  of  the  question.     Only  a 
portion  of  the   fleet   assembled   at   the 
anchorage,  and  little  racing  was  done. 
The  open  regatta  was  held  on  June  8th, 
but  only  club  members  entered  boats. 
Norota  beat  the  Beatrice,   owner  A.  B. 
Watson,  in   the   first  sloop  class.     The 
second   sloop  class— twenty   to  thirty 
feet  —  furnished    some    real    racing, 
the    boats    finishing    in     the     order 
named  :    Wanda,    To  b  o gga  n  , 
/eannette,  and  Pelican.    The  cat - 
boat  class  was  won  by  Infanta, 
Grace  second,  and  Arrow  third. 

After  the  rather  weak  show- 
ing of  the  season,  several  mem- 
bers felt  that  the  club  was  not 
fulfilling  its  mission.  They  de- 
sired to  furnish  an  opportunity 
for  a  larger  number  to  enjoy  the 
sport  at  a  small  cost  and  make 
3^achting   more  popular   in    the 


university.  At  the  suggestion  of  W. 
N.  Low,  Jr.,  E.  C.  Perkins  and  C.  A. 
Goodwin,  W.  H.  Hand  designed  a 
fifteen  foot  boat  on  the  lines  of  the 
Question  and  Paprika. 

This  was  approved  of  by  the  club,  and 
a  fleet  of  sixteen  was  built  at  New  Bed- 
ford, Mass.  They  were  built  as  cheaply 
as  was  consistent  with  good  sailing 
qualities,  owned  on  the  co-operative 
basis,  and  were  called  the  "  special 
Yale  fifteen-foot  class."  The  tiny  craft 
were  fifteen  feet  on  the  water-line  and 
twenty-one  feet  nine  inches  over  all, 
six  feet  three  inches  beam,  six  inches 
draught  without  the  center-board,  and 
three  feet  six  inches  with  board  down. 
They  carried  three  hundred  and  fifty 
square  feet  of  canvas  in  jib  and  main- 
sail rig,  but  theydid  not  carry  spinna- 
kers. The  crew  was  limited  to  three 
men  in  the  races. 

A  series  of  races  was  held  twice  a 
week  during  the  entire  season,  and  soon 
became  the  leading  feature  of  the  club's 
races.  The  club  offered  a  cup  for  the 
winner  of  the  greatest  number  of  points 
during  the  season,  and  Mr.  Butler  Dun- 
can, of  New  York,  offered  another  cup 
for  the  winner  of  a  special  race.  The 
keenest  interest  was  manifested  in 
these  small  boats.  They  were  fast, 
extremely  handy  and  very  powerful. 
They  were  especially  speedy  in  going 
to  windward  with 
a  smooth  sea  and  a 
strong  breeze.  In 
:hoppysea  their 
:ow  -  like  form 
ade  them 
pound.  They 
were  safe 
and  stanch 
and    fur- 


'  SPECIAL    FIFTEEN-FOOT   CLASS. 


THE    YALE  CORINTHIAN  YACHT  CLUB. 


251 


nished  no  end  of  amusement  for  their 
owners. 

For  the  season's  showing-,  the  Lo)io, 
sailed  by  Bingham,  Welch  and  Milliken, 
secured  the  club  cup.  Ychl,  sailed  by 
Winthrop  and  Clark,  came  second.  In 
the  special  race  for  the  Butler  Duncan 
Cup,  the  Lono  again  demonstrated  her 
owners'  superior  sailing  ability  and 
won  ;  Brenda,  sailed  by  Goodwin,  was 
second. 

These  races  were  under  conditions 
alike  for  all,  so  the  result,  as  nearly  as 
possible,  was  a  question  of  skill.  Like 
the  knockabout  class  of  the  Seawanhaka 
Club  and  others  which  were  introduced 
last  season,  their  success  was  unquali- 
fied. Their  ability  can  readily  be  seen 
by  the  fact  that  the  crack  Seawanhaka 
half  -  rater  Riverside  was  beaten  by  all 
the  Yale  fifteen-foot  class  in  every  race. 
The  yachtsmen  in  New  Haven  were  so 
interested  in  these  boats  that,  when  they 
arranged  a  special  regatta  for  the  visit- 
ing South  American  merchants,  they 
had  a  special  race  for  the  fifteen-footers. 
Brenda  won,  but  the  race  was  given  to 
Geisha^  sailed  by  Low,  by  decision. 

The  annual  regatta  was  delayed  by 
stormy  weather,  and  came  at  a  time 
when  few  men  could  participate.  Tobog- 
gan won  the  sloop  race,  and  Lono  and 
Brenda  finished  first  and  second  in  the 
fifteen-foot  class.  This  ended  the  sea- 
son's racing.  A  challenge  was  received 
from  Harvard  for  a  regatta,  but  it  was 
impossible  to  meet  at  Newport  for  the 
race,  so  negotiations  fell  through. 

This  year  the  club  will  carry  out  the 
same  programme  as  last  year.  The  pop- 
ularity of  the  fifteen-footers  is  increas- 
ing, and  more  have  been  ordered. 
Races  are  being  held  twice  a  week. 
The  date  for  the  regatta  has  not  yet 
been  fixed,  but  it  wall  probably  take 
place  during  the  first  week  in  June. 
Nothing  definite  as  yet  has  been  ar- 
ranged with  regard  to  the  Harvard- 
Yale  regatta.    Inasmuch  as  the  Yale  and 


Harvard  crews  will  meet  on  the  Thames 
for  the  first  time  in  three  years,  it  is 
likely  that  the  regatta,  which  was  one  of 
the  pleasant  features  of  the  boating 
week,  will  not  be  omitted. 

The  officers  of  the  club  for  this  year 
are  Bruce  Clark,  commodore  ;  C.  A. 
Goodwin,  vice-commodore  ;  F.  M.  Da- 
vies,  rear  -  commodore  ;  W.  Rosseter 
Betts,  fleet  captain  ;  A.  W.  Davis,  sec- 
retary and  treasurer. 

Governing  Board  :  G.  Morris,  Jr.  ; 
L.  L.  Lorillard,  F.  L.  Havemeyer,  A. 
G.  Vanderbilt,  F.  M.  Wickes,  R.  Martin, 
J.  F.  Archbald,  C.  A.  Brayton. 

The  fleet  this  year  is  made  up  of  the 
following  boats  : 

Center-  SLOOPS.  Length  Lenoik 

Name.  board  oTer  iiuitcr- 

or  Keel.  Owner.  all.  line. 

Aegir Keel.  .R.  Terry,  Jr 45  ft.  37.6  ft. 

Beatrice..  .C.  B... A.  B.  Watson 53  42 

Anita.     ...C.  H...H.  Rowland 25  21.8 

Dolly C.  B...J.  W.  Alsop 20  18 

Pelican. ..  .Keel.. Bruce  Clark  32  27 

Dorothy... .  .Payne  Whitnev 22  15 

Wanda. .. .C.  B...H.  F.  Metcalf.". 33  29 

Ideal C.  B.     H.  O    Havemeyer,  Jr.  .23.4  14.9 

Sabecca.  ...C.  B. .  .G.  C.  Thrall 21  15 

Salirina.  ...KeeL.A.  H.  Atha 

Riverside.. ..J.Barney 

YAWLS. 

Jeannette..  C.  B..  .E.  C.  Perkins 31.6  ft.  26.6  ft. 

Wanda C.  B...H.  F.  Gillespie 48  31 

Zwei ..J.  H.  Morey 

LAUNCHES. 

Widgeon....  ..H.  O.  Havemeyer,  Jr. 47  h.  p.  i6  ft. 

Relys ..Edward  Luds 

CATBOATS. 

Infanta C.  B...F.  M.  Davies 24  ft. 

Rowena  . ..  .C.  B..  .C.  A.  Goodwin 14 

Dolohin    ...C.  B...H.  Sillcocks 21 


6  ft. 


SPECIAL    I5-FO()T    CLASS. 

Sinaloa J.  Walsh  and  W.  S.  Ray. 

Lotus L,.  Van  Dyke. 

Lono H.  Bingham,  P.  Welch,  S.  M.  Milliken. 

Scat W.    K.    Sturges,  E.    P.  Campbell,    S.   D. 

Ames,  E.  Tefft. 

Wee  Galoot.  H.  K.  Smith,  F.  E.  Williamson,  J.  A.  Ripley. 

Alouette ...  J.  Day,  Wm.  Post,  Jr. 

Aotee R.  Forrest. 

Hootman....E.  C.  Perkins,  E.  T.  Nugent. 

Orion E.  Alexander,  J.  L.  Alexander. 

Brenda C.  A.  Goodwin. 

Whust. . . E.  Howe. 

Trio F.  L.  Havemeyer,  P.  A.  Rockefeller,  How- 
ard Boocock. 

Phroso F.  T.  Nugent. 

Head H.  O.  Havemeyer. 

Yehl H.  R.  Winthrop. 

Geisha W.  G.  Low,  Jr. 


JUNI 


THIS  morning  I  awoke  to  find 
Some  new-born  choirs  in  the  trees, 
The  dew-wet  meadows  daisy-lined, 
And  near  and  far  gay  minstrelsies 
Of  birds  and  butterflies  and  bees; 
The  honeysuckle  intertwined 
The  garden  post,  and  pink  sweet  peas 


Came  to  me  on  the  southern  wind. 

Ah,  me  !  so  short  a  time  ago 

It  seems  since  March  assailed  the  dune, 

When,  through  the  ice  and  sleet  and  snow, 

We  watched  the  wreck  that  afternoon 

And  urged  the  hfe-boat  men  to  row— 

And  now— and  now,  'tis  tranquil  June. 

Anna  M.  Williams. 


BicYCLBNO  m  rum  ELacsc 


)Tc 


BY   ANSON    p.    ATTERBURY. 


'HE  Schwarzwald  lies 
before  the  bicyclist 
like  dreamland,  in  its 
mystery,  its  beanty, 
its  peculiar  charm. 
A  little  corner  of 
Germany,  with  the 
valley  of  the  upper 
Rhine  as  its  bound- 
ary south  and  west, 
it  stretches  its  dark, 
pine-covered  moun- 
tains for  a  hundred 
miles  northwardly 
from  Basle,  Schaff- 
hausen  and  Lake 
Constance  toward 
Baden  and  Carls- 
rube,  and  for  fifty 
miles  or  more  east- 
wardly  from  Stras- 
burg  and  the  Rhine 
toward  Stuttgart  and 
Tiibingen. 

Over  it  hover 
thickly  the  clouds 
of  mystery  and  ro- 
mance. In  its  dark, 
deep  valleys,  spirits  of  evil,  and  of  good, 
were  supposed  to  wander.  On  its  hill- 
tops the  robber  barons  of  the  dark  ages 
of  violence  built  their  castles  In  its 
recesses    the  tragedies  of  medievalism 


were  enacted.  The  ghosts  of  supersti- 
tion and  tradition  still  wander,  vaguely, 
around  their  haunts  of  the  far  centuries. 

No  district  in  Europe  offers  equal  at- 
tractions to  the  wheelman,  especially  if 
he  hail,  as  we  did,  from  the  States,  where 
tradition  is  bounded  by  the  hard  and 
fast  lines  of  a  mercilessly  exact  history, 
and  history  itself  is  limited  to  times 
on  which  the  garish  lamp  of  modern 
criticism  casts  its  rays. 

This  mountain  region  is  not  conspicu 
ously  high  ;  none  of  its  peaks  rises  more 
than  five  thousand  feet  above  the  level 
of  the  sea.  Yet  the  general  level  of  the- 
upper  forest  is  about  three  thousand 
feet,  of  the  lower  forest  about  two  thou- 
sand feet.  But  the  air  is  like  champagne,, 
cool,  dry,  inspiriting.  One  can  ride  for 
miles,  can  climb  long  hill-slopes,  unat- 
tainable in  ordinary  atmosphere.  And 
pressing  around  one  on  every  side  is- 
the  ever-varying,  ever- similar,  charm  of 
black  forest,  deep  ravine,  pine-covered 
mountain  top,  open  and  smiling  valley, 
peaceful  village,  and  the  traditions  and 
imaginations  of  the  past.  Through 
these  very  valleys,  over  some  of  these 
very  roads,  the  Roman  legions  tramped 
eighteen  centuries  ago,  their  merchants 
in  pursuit  of  gain,  their  travelers  in  pur- 
suit of  health,  their  legions  in  pursuit  of 
the  wild  Alemanni  of  old.     Before,  and 


BICYCLING   IN   THE  BLACK  FOREST. 


253 


since,  through  the  shadows  and  terrors 
of  history,  known  and  unknown,  the 
generations  of  men  have  been  climbing' 
these  pathways.  For,  in  and  around  the 
Schwarzwald  has  been  a  central  point 
■of  human  history. 

The  roads  are  wonderful,  judged  by 
the  highly  developed  standard  of  the 
modern  bicyclist.  The  German  road- 
makers  seem  to  have  had  a  prophetic 
consciousness  of  the  use  to  which  these 
massive  roadways  were  to  be  put  in  this 
■end  of  the  nineteenth  century.  For  the 
bicyclist,  naturally,  thinks  of  these  chan- 
nels of  civilization  as  designed,  finally, 
for  himself  and  his  kindred  according 
to  the  wheel.  It  rejoices  his  heart,  and 
his  legs,  to  see  the  smooth  surface,  the 
solid  macadam  substance,  the  gradual 
and  gentle  ascents,  and  the  carefully 
o;-uarded  sideways. 

There  are  few  of  the  main  roads  over 
which  a  fairly  developed  pair  of  legs 
and  lungs  cannot  pedal  most  of  the  way 
without  being  driven  to  the  humiliating 
necessity  of  carrying  that  which  has 
"been  bought  for  a  purpose  directly  the 
opposite.  Yet  it  must  be  confessed  that 
at  times  one  will  be  ready  to  make  ex- 
cuse for  a  rest  on  the  uphill  wayside — a 


long,  lingering  look  at  a  particularly 
beautiful  landscape,  a  further  glimpse 
into  the  mystery  of  a  black  ravine.  For 
wheeling  up  these  hills  one  needs  legs 
like  those  of  the  native  deer  or  chamois 
—in  quality,  not  necessarily  in  quantity. 
But  oh,  the  bliss  of  gliding  down  these 
slopes  !  For  miles  they  reach  onward, 
the  hard,  smooth  surface,  the  gentle  in- 
cline, mvitingthe  weary  traveler  to  that 
refreshing  practice  which  we  call  "  coast- 
ing." Up  with  the  feet !  Let  joy  be 
unconfined  !  Start  at  the  top,  and  slide 
sinuously  around  the  long  curves,  rap- 
idly over  the  short  miles — if  you  have 
good  luck  and  a  good  brake  you  may 
get  to  the  far-off  bottom  of  the  hill 
safely.  For  this  is  no  ordinary  coasting 
ground  over  which  we  glide  ;  these  hills 
and  roads  seem  to  be  traveled  down- 
ward by  the  bicyclist  as  with  the  magic 
seven-league  boots.  From  the  top  of 
the  pass  over  the  Knebis  toward  Freu- 
denstadt  is  a  coasting  hill  of  about  four 
miles  in  length.  From  Loosburg  toward 
Alpirsbach  is  a  stretch  of  five  and  a  half 
miles  over  which  we  may  glide  with  the 
speed  of  the  wind,  and  without  touch- 
ing foot  to  pedal,  unless  possibly  a  few 
strokes  with   the    foot  at   two  or  three 


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places  where  the  road  approaches  a 
level.  From  Freudenstadt  toward 
Gernsbach  one  may  ride  thirty  miles, 
interrupted  by  hardly  a  mile  altogether 
of  up-hill  pedaling. 

All  this  presents  one  important  con- 
sideration for  those  who  woiild  travel 
by  bicycle  in  the  Schwarzwald,  as  else- 
where. Plan  the  trip  so  as  to  take  ad- 
vantage of  the  law  of  gravitation.  It  is 
well,  always,  to  run  harmoniously  with 
the  great  laws  and  forces  of  nature  ; 
but  for  the  sober-minded,  middle-aged 
roamer  upon  wheels  this  is  particularly 
desirable.  Why  will  one  ride  toilsomely, 
uphill  almost  all  the  way,  from  Baden 
to  Freudenstadt,  when  he  can  let  the 
train  pull  him  up  two  thousand  feet 
of  ascent,  and  then  roll  merrily  dow7i, 
through  valle3's  and  visions  beautiful  as 
Paradise — and  the  more  beautiful  be- 
cause he  toils  not  in  the  passage  ?  Easy 
is  the  descent  from  the  heights  of  the 
simple  mountain  city  of  joy  down  to 
the  depths  of  fashionable  distress  in  the 
gay  city  of  questionable  renown. 

You  cannot  lose  your  way,  for  these 
great  roads  are  an  especial  care  of  the 
state  ;  an  army  of  subordinate  officials, 
in  uniform,  care  for  them,  with  a  watch- 
ful solicitude  like  that  of  the  "  haus- 
madchen  "  as  she  sweeps  a  parlor.  And, 
as  if  these  living  guide-posts  were  not 
sufficient,  this  paternal  system  of  gov- 
ernment, particularly  in  Wiirtemberg, 
has  erected  innumerable  distance  marks 
— tombstones  of  the  kilometers.  F/very 
three  hundred  feet  is  a  small  white 
stone,  with  its  appropriate  designation  ; 
every  three  thousand  feet  or  there- 
abouts— a  kilometer — is  a  full-grown 
tombstone,  with  full  directions  as  to 
past  and  future.  Or,  it  is  as  if,  from  the 
king  himself,  there  come  a  gentle  touch 
and  word  of  encouragement  at  the  pas- 
sage of  every  hundred  yards  ;  and  ac- 
curately, at  the  end  of  each  kilometer, 
the  comforting  message,  ''  This  is  the 
way  ;  wheel  ye  in  it."  If,  again,  this 
does  not  suffice,  we  may  ask  the  peas- 
ants along  the  wayside.  They  measure 
distance,  strangely,  by  the  hour  —  so 
many  "  hours  "  (of  walking)  to  a  certain 
place  ;  as  if  one  should  estimate  beauty 
by  the  acre,  or  knowledge  by  linear  feet 
of  bookshelves,  or  morality  by  the  sense 
of  smell. 

There  is  a  better  resource  in  the 
maps  prepared  for  this  very  need. 
Great   are   scientific  mind  and  method 


in  these  prosaic  days.  The  German,  as 
revealed  in  these  bicyclist's  maps,  is 
wonderful.  The  whole  of  the  father- 
land, including  some  districts  according 
to  French  public  opinion  not  properly 
thereof,  is  presented  in  a  series  of  eighty 
rectangles,  each  about  fifteen  by  eighteen 
inches  in  size,  mounted  on  linen  and 
conveniently  foldable,  each  covering  an 
area  of  about  seventy-five  by  one  hun- 
dred miles.  Additional  charts,  on  a 
smaller  scale,  cover  Switzerland  and 
the  Tyrol.  These  sections  are  so  clearly 
marked  that  without  difficulty  a  rider 
can  pass  out  of  one  into  another.  They 
are  not  designed  to  include  all  of  the 
ways  and  byways  ;  they  present  only 
those  roads  on  which  the  bicyclist  will 
naturally  want  to  travel. 

For  the  flat  regions  of  Germany  the  or- 
dinary map-picturing  is  employed.  But 
for  the  mountain  districts  a  system  of 
coloring  is  used,  whereby,  at  a  glance, 
the  rider  can  see  the  grade  of  ascent  or 
descent  that  is  before  him.  A  profile 
sketch  is  given  in  red  :  with  appalling 
vividness  the  difficulties  of  a  mountain 
road  are  presented  in  such  way  that 
one's  limbs  tire  in  anticipation  ;  with  al- 
luring plainness  of  map  -  speech  the 
levels  and  descents  are  so  depicted  that 
one  can  hardly  wait  for  the  promised 
pleasure.  Distances  and  heights  are 
given  in  figures.  By  an  ingenious  sys- 
tem of  signs,  a  revival  of  prehistoric 
ideography,  a  most  astonishing  amount 
of  information  is  condensed  into  small 
space  :  woods,  villages,  churches,  fac- 
tories, wind  and  water  mills,  hotels, 
dangerous  spots  in  the  road,  railroads 
and  depots,  streams  and  bridges,  the 
approximate  grade  of  ascent  and  de- 
scent, the  places  to  walk,  the  hills  to 
coast,  the  roads  to  take  if  you  are  not 
afraid  of  hill  climbing,  or  to  avoid  if 
your  particular  subdivision  of  human 
nature  is  such  that  you  cannot  or  will 
not  mount  the  hills.  These  profile  charts 
are  like  the  ten  commandments  in  that 
they  include  the  whole  duty  and  possi- 
bility of  inan  upon  a  wheel.  After  the 
language  is  learned,  and  to  one  who  has 
patience  for  the  work,  one's  bicycle  tour 
can  be  read  beforehand,  as  if  written 
down  by  a  soothsayer  of  wonderful 
power.  An  imaginative  mind  can,  by 
studying  one  of  these  maps,  and  with 
the  aid  of  a  few  photographs,  get  a 
large  part  of  the  information,  if  not  the 
benefit,  of  a  trip  without  the  labor  and 


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expense  of  going  in  bodily  form.  Such 
may  be  the  methods  of  travel  of  future 
generations,  when  mind  has  triumphed 
more  completely  over  matter. 

These  inoimtains  are  full  of  baths  and 
springs,  and  "  Luftkuren  "  and  "  Milch- 
kuren  "  and  what  not  of  the  kind.  In 
July  and  August  the  German  of  the  city 
comes  to  take  his  annual  bath  and  breath. 
But  for  the  wheelmen  of  another  land 
the  attractions  of  the  Schwarzwald  are 
in  the  people  who  live  here  rather  than 
in  those  who  come  here.  A  great 
charm  of  the  bicycle  lies  in  the  way  in 
which  it  carries  its  rider  into  the  byways 
and  recesses  of  country  life.  The  rail- 
way inn  may  not  be  as  magnificent  as  a 
Baden  hotel,  but  one  can  talk  with  the 
proprietor  and  get  thereby  a  larger  look 
into  life. 

It  is  this  contact  with  peasant  life 
that  gives  much  of  the  surprise  and  joy 
of  the  trip.  He  is  greatly  handicapped 
for  such  a  trip  who  cannot  understand 
and  speak  the  language,  at  least  to 
some  degree.  Sadly,  our  pure  New 
York  dialect  of  German  hardly  pene- 
trated the  clouded  minds  of  this  peas- 
antry ;  and  a  limited  vocabulary  on 
both  sides  rendered  the  difficulty  all  the 
greater.  Perhaps  more  important  than 
making  one's  self  understood  is  the 
ability  to  understand  what  another  says  ; 
it  is  better  to  be  dumb  than  deaf.  These 
peasants  do  not  choose  carefully  the 
words  that  we  already  know,  nor  do 
they  articulate  with  that  moderation 
and  distinctness  which  become  the 
speaker  in  an  unknown  tongue.  But 
we  can  see  much  of  peasant  life,  even  if 
we  cannot  understand  all  of  peasant 
language.  A  startlingly  open  expres- 
sion stands  in  the  faces  of  the  children 
as  we  roll  by.  They  swarm  in  these 
villages  ;  little  tow  -  headed,  r  o  s  y  - 
cheeked,  fat-bodied,  bow-legged  crea- 
tures of  earth  and  heaven.  We  inet  a 
group  of  about  fifty  village  maidens, 
from  five  to  eight  years  of  age — evi- 
dently a  school,  led  by  a  demure  teacher. 
At  sight  of  wheels  and  riders  there 
arose  from  fifty  little  throats  an  angels' 
chorus  of  "  Griiss  Gott  !  "  that  must  have 
been  heard  far  above  the  echoing  walls 
of  that  narrow  valley  street. 

This  salutation,  "  Griiss  Gott,"  and  the 
somewhat  similar  "All'  Heil  "  meet  one 
at  every  step,  and  indicate  a  refreshing 
characteristic  of  this  peasant  life.  As 
we  approach  such  resorts  of  the  uncul- 


tured, or  at  least  uncareful,  tourist  as 
Baden  Baden,  we  miss  this  hearty  cry. 
But  in  the  true  simplicity  of  the  woods, 
untainted  by  the  touch  of  tourist  fash- 
ion, the  mountain  heart  beats  generously 
and  audibly.  Evidently  these  Schwarz- 
wald peasants  are  religious  in  every-day 
life  as  well  as  in  formal  phrase.  The 
church  stands  in  the  center  of  every  vil- 
lage, its  spire  pointing  and  its  influences 
lifting  toward  heaven.  The  frequency, 
mevitableness  of  the  village  church  here 
betokens  much  ;  also  the  costliness  of 
these  structures  of  stone,  of  classic  ar- 
chitecture, of  comparatively  large  di- 
mensions. The  village  houses,  on  the 
contrary,  are  quaint  and  not  always  at- 
tractive. There  is  more  than  a  suspicion 
of  dirt  about  most  of  them.  Cleanliness 
is  not  necessarily  next  to  godliness,  as 
the  village  houses  stand  on  either  side 
of  the  village  church.  The  architectural 
models  for  these  houses  are  evidently 
from  the  Germany  of  four  hundred  and 
more  years  ago — as  we  see  them  even 
now,  on  a  large  scale,  in  Nuremberg 
the  old.  We  notice  a  custom  in  the 
construction  of  their  country  houses  ; 
the  space  immediately  under  the  long, 
low,  tiled  roof  is  often  devoted  to  fodder 
for  the  cattle,  and  frequently  the  lower 
or  "parlor"  floor  is  used  as  stable  and 
farm-house.  The  proud  proprietor  of 
the  establishment  sandwiches  himself 
and  his  numerous  family  between  the 
hay  and  the  beasts. 

On  Sundays  may  still  be  seen  the 
quaint,  picturesque  peasant  costumes  of 
the  fifteenth,  sixteenth  and  seventeenth 
centuries,  though  they  are  gradually  dis- 
appearing. But  during  the  work  time 
the  garments  worn  by  the  country  men 
and  women  are  useful  rather  than  beau- 
tiful. 

An  agony,  or  at  least  eagerness,  of 
energy  has  seized  this  race,  surpass- 
ing even  that  of  the  genus  bicyclist.  An 
old  man  of  ninety,  or  thereabouts,  break- 
ing stones  for  the  highway  ;  children  of 
five  or  six  years  carrying  loaded  pan- 
niers or  staggering  under  a  small  load 
of  winter's  fagots  ;  a  woman  of  forty 
and  a  child  of  four  together  dragging  a 
loaded  cart — such  are  sights  that  meet 
the  eye  of  a  rolling  wanderer  through 
the  Schwarzwald.  The  very  animals 
seem  to  catch  the  fever  of  industry ;  often 
we  see  a  man  and  a  dog  harnessed  to- 
gether to  a  cart,  and  the  dog  seems  the 
happier   of   the   two.      Even   cows   are 


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1,1  KE   DREAMLAND."      (^.  2^2.) 


taught  to  add  to  their  natural  nursery 
functions  certain  useful  labors,  rivaling 
the  higher-classed  members  of  the  gen- 
tler sex  here  in  ceaseless  industry.  For 
this  is  a  land  in  which  the  "  emancipation 
of  woman  "  has  certainly  been  accom- 
plished, if  by  that  phrase  is  meant  the 
admittance  of  woman  to  a  full  share  in 
the  labors  of  man.  Half  of  the  field  la- 
borers are  women  ;  more  than  half  of 
the  burdens  of  life  in  this  Schwarzwald 
seem  to  be  borne  by  woman.    She  breaks 


stones  for  the  roadway  ;  in  Munich  she 
was  actually  of  the  street-cleaning  force 
— a  suggestion  of  esthetic  value  for 
New  York  and  our  "white  angels." 
Here,  woman  is  certainly  for  use,  even 
though  this  seems  to  interfere  greatly 
with  her  usefulness  as  ornament  We 
see  pretty  faces  among  the  young,  but 
soon  face  and  form  become  sadly  marred 
by  duty,  and  perhaps  dirt. 

Romance    lingers    in    their    minds. 
Sometimes  as  we  ride  through  the  vil- 


OVER    THESE    ROADS    THE    ROMANS   TRAMPED."      {p.    2^2.) 


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lage  streets  we  hear  strains  of  music 
coming"  through  the  windows  ;  at  one 
time  Mendelssohn's  wedding  march  was 
thus  wafted  to  us  on  malodorous  wings. 
Love  springs  more  eternally  than  hope 
in  the  human  breast.  Their  legends 
show  the  natural   romanticism    of  this 


why  the  evil  one  should  be  an  object  of 
imagination  for  these  people.  But  in 
those  legendary  times  the  devout  utter- 
ance of  the  holy  name  would  sufifice  to 
protect  the  innocent — as  now. 

On  every   side,  as   we   ride  through 
these  valleys,  rise  the  monumental  ruins 


people,  dealing  largely,  beautifully  with    of  a  holy  and  of  an  unholy  past  ;  the 


HALF   THE   BURDENS   OF    LIFE    SEEM   TO    BE    BORNE   BY   WOMAN." 


2s6.) 


a  pure  passion  of  love.  Mediaeval  knight- 
hood and  the  devil  are  the  other  two 
main  subjects  of  the  Schwarzwald  le- 
g-ends. Whoever  has  looked  into  these 
dark,  pine  woods,  crowding  down  a  hill- 
side into  a  narrow  ravine,  strangely, 
startlingiy  black,  especially  as  daylight 
slowly  fades  into  night,  can  easily  see 


ruins  of  old  monasteries  and  churches 
on  the  one  hand,  and  of  old  robber 
castles  on  the  other.  Thus  there  is 
something  deeply  impressive  about  the 
stately  masonry  of  the  old  church  and 
the  well-preserved  monastic  buildings 
which  rise  on  the  right  as  we  roll  down 
the  marvelously  beautiful  valley  of  the 


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Kinzig,  and  ride  through  the  village 
street  of  Alpirsbach.  The  church  is 
still  in  constant  use,  having  been  fully 
restored.  For  eight  hundred  years  it 
has  served  to  concentrate,  intensify  and 
send  heavenward  the  holy  aspirations 
of  a  common  humanity.  Architectur- 
ally this  structure  is  of  exceeding  inter- 
est. But  to  us  it  was  even  more  im- 
pressive to  step  into  the  adjoining 
monastery,  rapidly  going  to  ruin ;  to 
look  into  the  narrow  stone  cells  that 
had  imprisoned  the  great  hopes,  but 
little  lives,  of  many  men  during  the 
battle  of  the  centuries  in  the  outside 
world.  Under  these  arched  cloisters 
they  walked  together,  looking  through 
this  very  Gothic  tracery  upon  this  very 
patch  of  green  courtyard  ;  talking  de- 
voutly about  the  crusades  and  the  far- 
off  triumphs  or  defeats  of  the  cross  ; 
talking  wonderingly  about  the  quick 
changes  of  the  political  kaleidoscope  of 
those  centuries ;  talking  shudderingly 
about  Luther  and  how  he  was  even 
then  being  carried  by  the  devil  through 
this  very  Black  Forest,  almost  by  their 
very  monastery.  Those  are  the  very 
stone  steps  up  and  down  which  the 
sandaled  feet  of  the  brethren  went ; 
those  are  the  very  stone  window-seats, 
one  cut  into  the  stone  by  the  win- 
dow of  each  cell,  upon  which  they 
sat,  in  the  fireless  cold  of  the  winter 
time,  looking  out  upon  the  beauty  of 
the  valley  beyond  or  up  toward  the 
invisible.  We  asked  the  old  church- 
keeper  how  the  monks  managed  to 
keep  themselves  warm  ;  he  replied  by 
a  most  expressive  gesture,  saggestive  of 
the  act  of  pouring  warming  wine  down 
the  throat.  And  we  looked  down  that 
stone  stairway,  and  saw  in  imagination 
the  form  of  the  cellarer,  portly  and  pon- 
derous, descending  the  steps,  as  the 
poet  has  depicted  him,  the  rhythm  of 
word  pattering  in  unison  with  the  flap 
of  sandal,  as  he  says  to  himself  : 

"  I  always  enter  this  sacred  place 
With  a  reverent,  slow  and  thoughtful  pace, 
Pausing  long  enough  on  each  stair 
To  breathe  an  ejaculatory  prayer, 
And  beseech  a  blessing  on  the  vines 
That  produce  these  various  sorts  of  wines." 

Or,  again,  we  are  slowly  mounting 
the  steep  hill  west  of  Gernsbach  ;  a 
rest  spot  presents  itself  at  an  old  gate- 
way. We  enter  the  courtyard  of  the 
Schloss  Eberstein — still  used,  or  usable. 


as  a  residence,  but  built  in  the  four- 
teenth century,  or  before.  In  one  of 
the  rooms  hangs  the  genealogical  tree 
of  the  Eberstein  family,  beginning  in 
the  year  940,  and  now  extinct.  A  rob- 
ber's nest  of  those  days  when  the  mer- 
chant traveling  over  this  Murg  valley 
thoroughfare  had  to  pay  frequent  and 
grievous  toll,  and  often  might  consider 
himself  fortunate  to  escape  with  his  life. 
The  love  and  revenge  battles  of  these 
knights  still  linger  in  the  legends  which 
cluster  around  this  rarely  complete  sur- 
vival of  the  knightly,  feudal  past. 

So  on  every  side.  In  this  Schwarz- 
wald  lies  infinitely  much  to  charm  and 
inspire.  A  bicycle  tour  here  begins 
anywhere  and  ends  nowhere — until  time 
or  the  letter  of  credit  is  exhausted. 
Those  in  the  latter  condition  may  de- 
rive some  comfort  from  a  notice  written 
in  iron  and  standing  conspicuously  on 
the  roadway  just  outside  of  Freuden- 
stadt,  presumably  operative  in  other 
places  as  well,  that  "  mittellose  Reis- 
ende"  (travelers  without  money)  may 
obtain  twenty-five  pfennigs  (six  cents), 
by  applying  at  the  town  hall. 

But  do  not  attempt  too  much.  Do 
not  gulp  down  the  whole  of  the  Schwarz- 
wald  at  once,  in  two  or  three  days  of 
hard  riding.  For  our  minds  and  bodies, 
chastened  by  more  or  less  of  the  years, 
fifty  to  a  hundred  miles  a  week  seemed 
sufficient — less  than  a  day's  ride  for  the 
aspiring  youth  who  would  rather  '■  do  a 
century"  than  rest  meditatively  in  view 
of  Christophsthal.  The  bicycle  terror 
is  here,  as  elsewhere.  We  met  the 
beast — a  party  of  four.  They  had  rid- 
den all  the  way  from  Baden  proudly  in 
one  day.  Could  not  speak  the  language. 
How  did  they  get  here  ?  And  how  will 
they  get  out  of  here  ?  The  next  morn- 
ing they  passed  us  in  the  roadway, 
coasting  down  the  long  hill  in  one-two- 
three-four  order,  whizzing  through  these 
incomparable  beauties  into  the  mys- 
teries of  time  and  space.  W^hat  will 
they  say,  and  how  will  they  say  it,  when 
they  "get  there  "? 

A  difficulty  about  bicycling  here,  as  in 
all  country  riding,  lies  in  the  occasional 
need  of  repair  to  the  wheels.  It  is 
always  possible  to  take  or  send  a  ma- 
chine to  a  neighboring  city  by  rail,  a 
journey  of  an  hour  or  two,  at  most. 
But  it  is  not  hard  to  prepare  one's  self 
beforehand  for  most  emergencies,  by 
learning  to  take  apart  and  put  together. 


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and  by  supplying  one's  self  with  some 
extra  "  parts  "  in  case  of  need.  Lug- 
gage, be3^ond  what  one  can  carry  on  the 
wheel,  can  easily  be  sent  to  most  of  the 
places  at  which  the  traveler  will  want 
to  stay.  All  the  riding  that  one  wants 
to  do  can  easily  be  accomplished  in  the 
reasonable  hours  of  the  day.  No  "  wings 
of  the  morninof "  for  us  ;  rather  the  dig- 


nified "wheels  of  noontjde,"  for  in  this 
clear  atmosphere  the  midday  heat  is  not 
oppressive.  A  kodak  adds  little  to 
weight  and  much  to  pleasure.  The  cost 
of  such  a  trip,  after  getting  on  one's 
bicycle,  can  be  •  inade  astonishingly 
small.  The  benefit  to  mind  and  body, 
if  excess  and  accident  be  avoided,  is  be- 
yond computation. 


THe    OOLO    FAL.^Ce    ©F    ©UT-OF-O©©! 


N  the  finest  street  of  the  city,  Midas  has  built  his  home. 
Stone  from  substantial  foundation  to  the  rounded  breast  of  the  dome  ; 
Old  masters  within  ^low  softly  (at  a  price  they  were  bougrht  and  sold) 
And  the  flash  of  glass  and  gleam  of  plate  are  signs  of  wealth  untold, 

But  I  know  a  palace  thafs  fairer, 

God's  Out  of  door  Palace  of  Gold. 

You  may  heap  up  uncounted  millions  and  get  all  that  money  can  buy. 

But  you  can't  take  the  blue  from  the  mountains  or  the  stars  from  the  velvet  sky  ; 

The  glory  of  early  summer,  the  breath  of  the  flowers  unfold, 

All  the  riches  of  nature  for  the  heart  that  can  love  and  hold- 
Crowned  with  the  wealth  God  giveth 
In  his  Out-of-door  Palace  of  Gold. 

Such  paintings  our  eyes  may  feast  on  no  mastsr  may  overpass  ; 
Such  shine  on  the  field  and  river,  such  glint  in  the  green  of  the  grass; 
Such  tints  when  God  strings  the  rainbow  after  the  storm  has  rolled, 
Or  sunset  dies  over  water  with  mountains  for  background  bold  ; — 

It's  only  a  step  up  to  heaven 

From  the  Out-of-door  Palace  of  Gold. 

Divine  is  the  soul  of  music  when  harmonies  rise  and  die 

Up  at  the  stars,  with  the  upturned  soul  winging  them  company  ; 

And  the  music  is  sweetest  and  vastest  when  spring  breaks  the  hush  of  the  cold 

With  one  superb  symphony,  in  the  new  year  come  for  the  old — 

A  world  flinging  its  rapture  of  singing 

Through  the  Out-of  door  Palace  of  Gold. 

Give  me  an  eye  to  see  and  a  heart  that  can  understand  ; 
Catch  such  contentment  and  peace  as  a  man  mav  on  every  hand ; 
Read  nature's  riddle  aright  and  make  the  most  of  this  old 
Dear  earth  mother,  till  she  holds  me  enthralled  and  controlled, 

And  saved  by  my  love  I  am  worthy  to  live 

In  her  Outof-door  Palace  of  Gold. 

Then  Lord,  when  thine  angel  shall  tell  me  'tis  time  for  my  sun  to  set. 
Let  me  go  thro'  the  night  with  thy  stars  for  light,  and  wind  and  violet 
For  music  and  incense, — who  knows  but  the  morn  shall  hold 
A  day  of  more  radiant  beauty  than  the  dreams  of  the  earth  ever  told — 

All  the  glad  forever  of  living 

In  God's  Infinite  Palace  of  Gold. 

J.  H.  La  Roche. 


BY  JOHN  P     ROCHE. 


W.    W.    WATSON, 

President  and   Captain   of  the 
Royal  Montreal  Golf  Club. 


THE  deline- 
ation o  f 
pre  pos- 
ter o  us 
little  Dutchmen 
on  preposterous 
Dutch  pottery, 
wielding  hugely 
disproportion- 
ate clubs,  may, 
in  the  very  long 
ago,  have  given 
rise  to  the  idea 
that  the  royal 
and  ancient 
game  of  golf 
is  of  Hollandish  origin,  but  the  gen- 
erally accepted  idea  is  that  golf  is  as 
Scotch  as  curling;  and  there  is  never  a 
loyal  Scot,  and  Canada  is  full  of  them, 
but  will  lay  claim  to  a  first  mortgage  on 
these  two  finest  pas- 
times the  ingenuity 
of  man  ever  invented. 
But  that  is  not  the 
question  for  discus- 
sion here.  Golf  i  n 
Canada  is  the  subject. 
It  is  no  wise  strange, 
seeing  how  deeply 
tinctured  with  Scotch, 
who  are  still  actuated 
and  moved  to  a  great- 
er or  less  extent  by 
the  traditions  of  the 
British  Isles,  Canada 
is,  that  golf  should 
have  found  an  early 
home  there;  and  it  is 
a  fact  of  which  latter- 
day  golfers   are  just- 


ly proud  that  the  Royal  Montreal 
Golf  Club  was  twice  as  old  as  the  pa- 
triarch of  clubs  in  the  United  States, 
St.  Andrew's,  of  Yonkers,  is  now,  when 
the  first  course  in  the  States  was  laid 
out. 

As  far  as  reliable  information  is  avail- 
able, golf  was  played  in  Montreal  be- 
tween thirty  and  forty  years  ago  by  a 
few  enthusiasts  who  happily  brought 
with  them  to  the  new  world  the  healthy 
ideas  of  sport  imbibed  in  the  land  of 
their  fathers.  In  those  days  there  was 
a  common  called  Logan's  Farm,  that 
would  have  delighted  the  heart  of  any 
golfer.  Logan's  Farm  has  been  trans- 
formed into  the  picturesque  Logan's 
Park,  but  there  are  still  with  us  a  few 
gentlemen  who  speak  with  feeling  of 
those  good  old  days  in  the  sixties.  If 
Mr.  W.  M.  Ramsay  or  Mr.  R.  R.   Grind- 


Y.\I     MONTREAL   GOLF    CLUB. 


CANADIAN  GOLF. 


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lay  could  be  prevailed  upon  to  write 
his  reminiscences,  they  would  supply 
the  golfing-  world  with  some  very  inter- 
esting- reading  matter  anent  them. 

The  golfer  is  gregarious,  and  golf 
naturally  led  to  organized  clubs,  the 
first  of  which,  the  Royal  Montreal  Golf 
Club,  will  celebrate  its  twenty  -  fifth 
anniversary  on  the  4th  of  November 
next,  a  glorious  fourth.  In  an  old  book 
of  rules  belonging  to  the  club,  the  fol- 
lowing entry  fills  the  first  page  : 


"  A  meeting  convened  to  arrange  the  preliminaries 
of  a  golf  club,  for  playing  the  royal  and  ancient  game 
of  golf  on  Mount  Royal  Park,  was  held  on  the  fourth 


Scotland  and  England.  He  was  not 
only  an  enthusiastic  player,  but  an  ex- 
cellent exponent  of  all  the  intricacies  of 
the  game.  Among  other  early  players 
were  such  men  as  Hon.  Geo.  Drum- 
mond,  J.  K.  Oswald,  F.  Braidwood,  Eric 
Maim,  Jno.  Taylor,  Homer  Taylor,  Rev 
Dr.  Campbell,  Rev.  Canon  Ellegood,  C. 
C.  Foster,  and  R.  M.  Esdaile.  Among 
the  younger  generation  may  be  men- 
tioned Mr.  W.  Wallace  Watson,  the  pres- 
ent captain  ;  Rev.  Dr.  Barclay,  F.  Stan- 
cliffe,  W.  J.  S.  Gordon,  J.  R.  Meeker,  K. 
R.  Macpherson,  J.  Hutton  Balfour,  G. 
W.  MacDougall,  J.  L.  Morris,  Q.  C,  A. 


ROSEDALE    GOLF    CLUB    HOUSE 


day  of  November,  1873,  when  it  was  resolved  that 
the  club  be  called  '  The  Montreal  Golf  Club.'  The 
officers  for  the  year  were  appointed:  Alex.  Den- 
nistoun,  president  ;  W.  M.  Ramsay,  vice-president;  D. 
D.  Sidey,  treasurer;  Jos.  Collins,  secretary.  The  rules 
of  St.  Andrew's  Club  (Scotland)  were  adopted.  Accord- 
ing to  the  club  minute-book  there  were  also  present  at 
this  initial  meeting  Hon.  M.  Aylmer,  J.  G.  Sidey,  H. 
McDougall,  and  T.  Holland." 

The  gentleman,  however,  who  is  rec- 
ognized as  the  father  of  golf  in  Canada, 
that  is,  who  fostered  and  encouraged 
the  game,  and  was  the  means  of 
starting  the  Royal  Montreal  Golf  Club, 
was  the  Mr.  Alexander  Dennistoun  who 
was  elected  the  club's  first  president. 
He  recently  died  in  Edinburgh,  but  for 
many  years  was  a  resident  of  Canada. 
Mr.  Dennistoun  had  played  in  his  early 
days  over  the  famous  links  of  St.  An- 
drew's and  Musselburgh,  and  was  a  mem- 
ber  of   several    other   leading  clubs  in 


H.  Harris,  W.  A.  Fleming,  Alex.  Mac- 
pherson, Rev.  W.  W.  McCuaig,  A.  A. 
Wilson,  Rev.  Mr.  Dobson,  Jno.  Dunlop^ 
Fayette  Brown,  Dr.  Macdonald,  Dr, 
Andrew  Macphail,  and  A.  Piddington. 

Until  the  autumn  of  1896  the  club 
played  over  that  part  of  Mount  Royal 
Park  known  as  Fletcher's  Field.  Owing 
to  the  increase  in  the  number  of  people 
visiting  the  park  and  consequent  danger 
to  them  from  flying  golf-balls,  it  was 
then  decided  to  acquire  the  property 
now  occupied  by  the  club  at  Dixie.  This 
step  necessitate3,  for  proprietary  rea- 
sons, the  conversion  of  the  club  into  a 
company.  This  marked  a  new  phase  in 
the  cIuId's  career.  The  new  grounds,, 
which  are  laid  out  as  a  nine-hole  course,, 
are  rapidly  getting  into  shape  ;  indeed. 


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they  were  sufficiently  improved  last 
season  to  admit  of  the  Royal  Canadian 
Golf  Association  meeting,  including  the 
contest  for  the  amateur  championship 
of  Canada,  taking  place  there  in  Septem- 
ber last. 

The  disused  links  over  Fletcher's 
Field  were  eagerly  snapped  up  by  the 
Metropolitan  Golf  Club,  a  young  but 
enthusiastic  organization. 

In  1892  the  Montreal  Ladies'  Golf 
Club  was  formed,  with  nearly  a  hundred 
members,  among  the  founders  and  fiist 
officers  being  Mrs.  George  H.  Drum- 
mond.  President ;  Mrs.  H.  Vincent  Mere- 
dith, Secretary  ;  Mrs.  W.  W.  Watson, 
Mrs.  Halton,  Misses  P.  Young,  A.  Lamb, 
and  A.  Peterson.  Since  this  club  was 
formed  the  membership  has  largely  in- 
creased, and  the  ladies  are  even  more 
enthusiastic  than  the  gentlemen. 

The  next  year  after  the  formal  lajinch- 
ing  of  the  Montreal  club  the  Quebec 
club  was  founded,  and  it  was  two  years 
later  (1876)  these  two  pioneer  organiza- 
tions met.  This  is  the  first  golf-club 
match  on  record  in  America,  and  ac- 
cording to  Mr.  Morris  "  it  wa&  played  in 
May  or  June,  1876,  Quebec  winning 
with  twelve  holes  to  their  credit."  A 
second  match  seems  to  have  been 
played  in  the  following  September,  of 
which  we  have  a  record  of  the  teams. 
As  it  is  the  first  recorded  golfing  event 
of  the  continent,  it  is  worthy  of  a  repub- 
lication to  a  wider  circle  than  its  first 
issue  reached  : 

Quebec  vs.  Montreal. 

Mr.  Scott o  vs.  Dr.    Argyle  Robertson 

(Edinburgh)   4 

Mr.  Thomas  Scott o  vs.  Mr.  Dennistoun 13 

Mr.  McNaughton 4  vs.  Mr.  D.  D.  Sidey o 

Mr.  A.  NicoU 3  vs.  Mr.  J.  G.  Sidey o 

Mr.  C.  F.  Smith o  vs.  Mr.  J.  K.  Oswald 2 

7  19 

Montreal  thus  won  by  12  holes.  The 
draw  was  played  off  in  Montreal,  the 
home  team  winning  by  13  holes,  and  so 
the  Royal  Montreal  Golf  Club  won  its 
first  club  victory. 

Individual  and  match  play  was  then 
of  course,  as  it  is  indeed  now,  the  back- 
bone of  the  pastime  ;  and  some  few 
years  ago  Mr.  John  L.  Morris  wrote  a 
very  interesting  sketch,  from  which  the 
following  extract  is  made  as  illustrating 
what  was  considered  good  play  in  those 
early  days  :  "  A  match  was  played  on 
November  26th,  1876,  between  Messrs. 
Taylor  and  J.  K.  Oswald.  The  play 
was   about   the  best  ever   seen  on  the 


Montreal  links.  Mr.  Taylor  made  the 
18  holes  in  115,  Mr.  Oswald  105  strokes." 

It  may  surprise  some  of  our  readers, 
whose  ideas  of  Canada  and  its  climate 
may  have  been  gathered  from  the 
perusal  of  "  Our  Lady  of  the  Snows," 
to  note  the  date  of  this  match,  Novem- 
ber 26th.  It  will,  perhaps,  surprise  them 
more  to  learn  that,  the  next  year,  play 
was  continued  until  New  Year's  Day. 

But  to  turn  from  the  lesser-chronicled 
individual  play  to  club  play,  annual 
matches  between  the  Montreal  and  Que- 
bec clubs  have,  ever  since  1877,  been 
fixtures  eagerly  looked  forward  to. 

Several  valuable  prizes  are  competed 
for  every  year,  among  them  being  the 
Drummond  Silver  Cup,  the  Sidney 
Medal,  and  the  Burnett  Cup.  The  Den- 
nistoun Scratch  Medal  is  a  much-coveted 
trophy.  Last  year  it  was  won  by  Mr. 
T.  R.  Henderson,  the  acknowledged 
champion  of  the  Province  of  Quebec, and 
the  year  previous  was  captured  by  Mr. 
Wallace  Watson,  one  of  the  keenest 
golfers  in  the  country. 

Quebec's  golf  links  form  part  of  the 
historic  battle  -  ground,  the  Plains  of 
Abraham.  Scarlet  coats  are  still  nu- 
merous there,  where  Wolfe  and  Mont- 
calm led,  but  the  contest  now  is  a  blood- 
less one.  As  has  before  been  pointed 
out,  the  Quebec  Club  was  founded  in 
1874,  but  there  is  no  doubt  in  the  minds 
of  old  curlers  that  the  game  was  played 
many  years  previously  by  a  relative  of 
old  Tom  Morris,  one  Mr.  Hunter,  who 
with  several  companions  negotiated  the 
somewhat  difficult  links  on  the  Plains. 
One  great  advantage  of  the  Quebec 
links  is  the  unparalleled  beauty  and 
grandeur  of  the  scenery,  and  their  his- 
toric interest  is  enhanced  by  the  fact 
that  some  of  the  hazards  are  formed  by 
the  ruins  of  Montcalm's  fortifications. 
There  are  fifteen  holes,  the  first  three 
being  played  twice  to  complete  the 
eighteen.  The  grounds  are  of  a  mark- 
edly sporting  character,  and  all  golfers 
are  welcome  in  the  ancient  capital  of 
the  Dominion,  come  they  from  the  West, 
the  East,  or  yet  the  vSouth. 

In  1892  a  Ladies'  Golf  Club  was 
formed  in  affiliation  with  the  Quebec 
Golf  Club.  Special  prizes  are  played 
for  over  a  nine-hole  course,  in  May, 
June  and  September ;  all  three  com- 
petitions were  won  last  year  by  Miss 
Sewell. 

When  Montreal  and  Quebec  golf  clubs 


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263 


have  been  considered,  the  other  Ca- 
nadian clubs  seem  by  comparison  to 
be  growths  of  yesterday,  with,  perhaps, 
the  exception  of  Niagara,  which  was 
founded  in  1882. 

The  Niagara  links,  which  are  splendid- 
ly situated  on  the  government  reserva- 
tion, within  a  short  distance  from  the 
depot,  consist  of  eighteen  holes.  The 
ground  is  broken  and  sandy,  and  the 
course  a  very  sporty  one.  The  Inter- 
national Trophy  is  the  leading  club 
prize  competed  for  annually.  It  was 
won  last  year  by  .Mr.  G.  T.  Brown,  of 
the  London  Golf  Club. 

In  point  of  antiquity  Kingston  comes 
next.  This  club  first  came  into  exist- 
ence in  1886.  It  has  a  course  of  thirteen 
holes  and  a  club-house  near  the  Military 
College.  Associated  with  it  is  a  ladies' 
branch,  the  combined  membership  being 
about  one  hundred.  The  principal  club 
prize  is  the  Hewat  Trophy,  which  is 
held  by  Mr.  C.  F.  Smith.  The  course 
runs  along  the  line  of  the  Grand  Trunk 
Railway. 

From  1886  to  1891  there  were  no  ad- 
ditions to  the  number  of  golf  clubs  in 
Canada.  Then  the  Ottawa  Club  was 
organized,  the  Hon.  E.  Dewdney  being 
elected  president.  Play  was  begun  in 
the  fields  near  Rideau  rifle-ranges  and 
on  Sandy  Hill.  A  club-house  was  erected 
on  a  lot  of  land  given  by  Mr.  Magee, 
and  in  a  very  short  time  the  club  num- 
bered seventy  members.  The  succeed- 
ing presidents  were  Major-General  Her- 
bert, 1892,  Lieut.- Colonel  Irwin,  1893,- 
4,-5,-6  ;  A.  Z.  Palmer,  1897,  and  A. 
Simpson,  1898.  This  last  gentleman 
had  served  as  secretary  since  the  for- 
mation of  the  club.  In  i8"94  the  pres- 
ent Governor- General,  Lord  Aberdeen, 
replaced  Lord  Stanley  as  patron. 

The  first  tournament  for  the  amateur 
championship  of  Canada  was  held  on  the 
Ottawa  links  in  June,  1895.  His  Ex- 
cellency had  given  a  magnificent  silver 
challenge  cup.  The  championship  was 
won  by  Mr.  T.  A.  Harley.  Shortly  after 
the  commencement  of  the  season  of 
1896  it  was  found  necessary  to  abandon 
the  club-house  and  links  hitherto  used, 
and  links  were  obtained  on  the  Chelsea 
Road,  and  the  old  Bingham  homestead 
was  occupied  as  a  club-house.  A  course 
of  twelve  holes  was  laid  out,  crossing  the 
Chelsea  Road  and  the  railway  twice  in 
the  round,  and  the  course  remains  prac- 
tically the  same  as  used  at  present.  This 


year  Mr  A.  Simpson  succeeded  Mr.  A. 
Z.  Palmer  as  president,  and  the  sec- 
retaryship vacated  by  the  former  was 
taken  by  Lieut.  -  Colonel  Irwin.  The 
club  now  has  a  membership  of  sixty- 
five  gentlemen  and  forty- eight  ladies, 
of  whom  the  majority  are  playing  mem- 
bers. The  club-house  has  been  refitted 
and  furnished,  and  very  many  improve- 
ments have  been  made  in  the  links  and 
putting-greens.  Handicaps  are  held 
every  Saturday  afternoon,  and  the  ladies 
have  been  accorded  the  use  of  the  links 
every  morning  except  Saturday,  and  on 
Monday,  Tuesday,  Thursday,  and  Fri- 
day afternoons. 

The  Rosedale  Golf  Club  was  the  pio- 
neer in  Toronto,  having  been  organized 
in  1893,  It  is  now  most  active  and 
progressive,  having  almost  three  hun- 
dred members,  of  whom  nearly  half  are 
ladies.  The  course  is  a  magnificent 
one,  within  easy  distance  of  the  city, 
and  the  hazards  comprise  everything 
from  bushes  to  ravines.  The  club 
holds  several  valuable  trophies,  and 
three  monthly  handicaps  for  medals  are 
held. 

A  boom  was  reached  in  1894,  when 
five  new  clubs  were  organized,  namely, 
London,  Toronto,  Winnipeg,  Hamilton 
and  Stony  Mountain.  Lieut. -Colonel- 
Bedson  was  the  gentleman  who  founded 
the  club  at  the  last  place,  laying  out 
a  links  consisting  of  nine  holes,  cover- 
ing about  three  miles  of  country,  the 
nature  of  which  gives  many  opportuni- 
ties. Later  on  four  more  holes  were 
added ;  bowlders,  ploughed  land,  and 
badger  -  holes  made  some  pretty  pro- 
nounced hazards.  This  was  the  intro- 
duction of  the  royal  game  into  Manito- 
ba ;  and  in  the  same  year  Mr.  John 
Balsillie  and  Mr.  Oswald  took  the  in- 
itiative in  Winnipeg,  and  a  club  was 
immediately  formed,  which  at  present 
has  a  membership  of  nearly  one  hun- 
dred and  a  nine-hole  course. 

Toronto  was  the  next  city  to  take  up 
the  game.  The  Toronto  Golf  Club  was 
incorporated  in  1 894,  and  now  hasupward 
of  one  hundred  and  fifty  on  the  roll. 
The  course  is  eighteen  holes,  over 
which  the  amateur  record  is  seventy- 
five.  The  professional  record,  held  by 
the  green-keeper,  Arthur  Smith,  is  sev- 
enty -  two.  Several  valuable  trophies 
are  held  by  this  club. 

The  London  Golf  Club  was  organized 
in  1894,  but  only  laid  out  last  year.     It 


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has  been  remarkably  active  ever  since. 
It  now  has  about  fifty  members  ;  and 
adjoining-  the  London  Golf  Club  is  the 
Ladies'  Golf  Club,  which  has  seventy- 
five  players  on  the  roll. 

In  October,  1894,  a  golf  club  was 
organized  at  Hamilton  by  Senator  D. 
Mclnnis,  Messrs.  A.  G.  Ramsay,  Geo. 
Hope,  A.  D.  Stewart,  H.  D.  Braithwaite, 
P.  Banker  and  M.  Pattison.  In  1897  the 
club  was  incorporated,  and  now  is  in  a 
very  flourishing  condition,  having  over 
a  hundred  members  and  a  mile  and 
three-quarters  course. 

The  year  1895  saw  the  completion  of 
the  trans-continental  circuit  by  the  es- 


The  Murray  Bay  Golf  Club,  beauti- 
fully situated  at  a  charming  summer 
resort  on  the  St.  Lawrence,  is,  to  all  in- 
tents and  purposes,  a  summer  club,  play 
being  only  indulged  in  during  the  warm 
months.  The  course  covers  a  distance 
of  about  three  miles.  There  are  usually 
a  large  number  of  lady  members. 

At  St.  Andrew's,  N.  B.,  the  Algonquin 
Club  has  its  headquarters.  The  links 
are  on  the  shore  of  Passamaquoddy  Bay. 
The  course  is  a  full  eighteen  holes. 
This  is  another  distinctly  summer  re- 
sort club. 

The  Kincardine  Club  is  not  possessed 
of  a  large  membership,  but  it  has  plenty 


^ 


ROYAL    MONTREAL    GOLF    CLUB. 


tablishment  of  a  club  at  Victoria,  B.  C, 
while  Cobourg,  Ont.,  St.  Andrew's,  N.  B., 
and  Kincardine  were  added  to  the  list. 

The  Victoria,  B.  C,  Club  is  the  pos- 
sessor of  an  excellent  course — nearly 
three  miles  from  the  city,. but  the  dis- 
tance is  more  than  compensated  for  by 
the  beauty  of  the  surroundings.  There 
are  one  hundred  members,  including 
lady  players,  and  the  course  is  a  full 
eighteen-hole  one. 

In  Cobourg,  a  nine-hole  course  was 
laid  out  this  spring,  and  already  the 
greens  are  in  excellent  condition.  Ihe 
club  has  nearly  one  hundred  members, 
and  a  club-house  will  soon  be  erected. 


of  enthusiasm.  A  nine-hole  course  is 
laid  out  over  pasture-land. 

The  year  1896  saw  Oshawa,  Lennox- 
ville,  Sherbrooke  and  Halifax  come  inta 
the  fold.  The  membership  of  the  Osha- 
wa Club  is  not  large,  but  there  are  a 
very  well-appointed  club-house  and  a 
nine-hole  course.  A  ladies'  club  adjoins- 
the  gentlemen's. 

Lennoxville  and  Sherbrooke  both 
have  a  large  number  of  golfers,  and  in 
the  case  of  the  latter,  a  ladies'  club  is- 
attached. 

There  is  every  prospect  of  an  excel- 
lent year  for  the  Halifax  Golf  Club. 
The   Studley  grounds  have  again  been 


CANADIAN  GOLF, 


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ON   DIXIE    LINKS. 


rsecured.  The  links  are  not  the  best  in 
the  world,  but  they  will  be  considerably 
improved  this  year.  The  course  is  one 
of  nine  holes. 

Fredericton  and  St.  John  were  the 
■only  additions  to  the  ranks  of  golf 
clubs  in  Canada  last  year.  The  former 
has  a  very  attractive  nine-hole  course. 
In  St,  John  the  golfers  are  blessed  with 
a  splendid  course  almost  in  the  city.  As 
far  as  surface  of  ground  is  concerned, 
it  is  much  too  short,  but  it  will  be  im- 
proved. 

The  latest  gfolf  club  to  be  added  to 


the  list,  is  Brockville,  where  a  new  club 
was  organized  in  the  middle  of  April 
last. 

Such  is  a  brief  outline  of  the  history 
of  golfing  in  Canada  ;  but  a  word  is 
necessary  about  the  Royal  Canadian 
Golf  Association,  which  was  founded  in 
1896. 

The  associate  clubs  of  the  Royal 
Canadian  Golf  Association  are  :  Royal 
Montreal  G.  C,  Quebec  G.  C,  Toronto 
G.  C,  Kingston  G.  C,  Ottawa  G.  C, 
Rosedale  G.  C.  (Toronto),  Winnipeg 
G.  C,  London  G.  C,  Hamilton  G.  C, 


TORONTO  GOLF  CLUB  HOUSE. 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


J.    S.    GORDON. 

Niag-ara  G.  C,  Toronto  County  and 
Hunt  Club,  Cobourg-  G.  C. 

The  allied  clubs  are  :  Lennoxville, 
Oshawa  and  Murra}^  Bay. 

In  1896  the  amateur  championship  of 
Canada  was  won  by  Mr.  Stewart  Gil- 
lespie, Quebec  Golf  Club,  and  in  1897 
by  Mr.  W.  A.  H.  Kerr,  Toronto  Golf 
Club. 

As  to  the  interprovincial  matches,  ac- 
cording- to  a  resolution  passed  last  year, 


"The  maximum  number  of  players  in  the  match  be- 
tween the  Provinces  of  Quebec  and  Ontario  shall  be 
twenty  players  from  each  Province,  and  in  order  ta 
constitute  a  match  at  least  ten  players  from  each. 
Province  must  compete.  Either  Province  failing  to 
produce  ten  players  shall  be  considered  in  default, 
and  the  Inter-Provincial  Cup  shall  be  awarded  to  the 
team  complying-,  as  to  number  of  players,  with  th& 
above  conditions." 

The  following  table  shows  the  result 
of  the  interprovincial  matches  since  the 
beginning  : 

i82 Won  by  Quebec  at  Montreal  by  i8  holes. 

883 Won  by  Ontario  at  Niagara  by  30  holes. 

584 Won  by  Ontario  at  Montreal  by  5  holes. 

!85-"86 . . . :    No  matches.. 

887 Won  by  Quebec  at  Montreal  by  40  holes.. 

i88  'gi No  matches.. 

!g2 Won  by  Quebec  at  Montreal  by  51  holes.. 

i93 Won  by  Ontario  at  Ottawa  by  30  holes.. 

iq4 Won  by  Quebec  at  Montreal  by  37  holes. 

!g5 Won  by  Ontario  at  Toronto  by  47  holes. 

ig6 Won  by  Quebec  at  Quebec  by  20  holes. 

ig7 Won  by  Ontario  at  Montreal  by  6  holes- 


MR.  HENDERSON. 


GORDON  MC  DOUGAIX. 

Mr.  Stewart  Gordon,  secretary  of  the 
Royal  Canadian  Golf  Association,  lately 
received  a  letter  from  Mr.  Kerr,  secre- 
tary of  the  United  States  Golf  Associa- 
tion, stating  that  the  United  States  Ex- 
ecutive Committee  had  formally  ac- 
cepted the  invitation  of  the  Royal 
Canadian  Association  to  play  a  match 
in  Toronto  on  or  about  October  ist ;, 
and,  of  course,  this  event  is  looked  for- 
ward to  with  great  interest  by  all  golf- 
ers in  this  country.  There  is  every  pros- 
pect also  of  some  of  the  local  clubs  of  the 
States  accepting  the  invitations  which 
have  been  sent  to  them  from  localities 
in  Canada,  so  that  we  may  see  not  only 
international  but  inter-city  and  inter- 
club  matches  in  the  coming  season. 


1 


REMEMBER  once 
asking  a  very  worthy 
parson  if  he  ever  felt 
discouraged  when  he 
pondered  over  the  visible  results  of  his 
intelligent  and  most  zealous  labors.  The 
gist  of  his  reply  was  that  he  nearly 
always  felt  discouraged,  but  that  he  had 
sufficient  faith  in  his  doctrine  and  in 
human  nature  to  keep  hammering  away 
on  the  old  spot. 

"  It's  so  hard  to  talk  good  into  peo- 
ple," he  said,  "especially  when  one  can 
get  the  chance  at  most  only  twice  a 
week.  Now,"  he  continued,  "if  I  could 
•write  at  them,  I  should  stand  in  a  much 
better  position.  If  I  could  weave  what 
I  wanted  to  convey  into  some  interest- 


ing form  which  the  people  would  enjoy 
reading,  I  might  hit  many  a  mark  which 
speech  has  failed  at." 

"  Doctor,"  I  replied,  "  don't  you  be- 
lieve it.  Here  am  I,  a  bit  of  a  preacher 
too,  an  apostle  of  the  grand  outdoors,, 
and  I've  hammered  away  at  the  heathen 
who  murder  themselves  at  their  dollar- 
chasing,  yet  they  pay  not  the  slightest 
attention.  My  doctrine  is  as  sound  as 
yours — I  preach  rest  and  recreation,  but 
the  beggars  wori't  rest  and  recreate 
worth  a  cent." 

"That  won't  last  forever,"  said  he; 
"you  keep  on  hammering,  and  at  no  dis- 
tant day  you  may  have  reason  to  feel 
that  you  have  not  toiled  in  vain.  Keep 
right   on  preaching"  he  added  with  a 


UNDER   THE  MAPLES. 


Painted  for  Odiinq  by  James  L.  Weston. 


■ONE  OF  OUR  PRIZES. 


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smile;  "tell  them  about  the  beauties  of 
nature  and  the  wonderful  places  you 
find  in  your  prowling.  They'll  follow 
some  day.  I  can  see  what  is  coming. 
After  some  of  them  have  learned  of 
the  wonders  of  nature,  it  may  be  that 
I  and  many  others  shall  find  more  ear- 
nest admiration  for  the  glory  of  nature's 
God." 

That  was  years  ago,  but  the  doctor 
spoke  truly.  Then,  a  few  adventurous 
spirits  took  to  the  woods  for  their  an- 
nual holiday;  now,  thousands  annually 
follow  the  trails  into  the  great  green 
pharmacy  to  find  health  and  peace  of 
mind  in  the  beautiful,  wholesome  wil- 
derness. And  still  the  good  work  goes 
on,  and  still   recruits  swarm  about  the 


been  exhausted.  As  it  was  with  the 
pioneer,  so  it  must  be  with  the  pleasure- 
seeker — when  they  crowd  you,  move  on. 
There  are  plenty  of  new  places  to  go  to. 

I  remember  a  view  of  a  huge,  island- 
dotted  lake,  from  which  a  famous  trout- 
river  flows  to  Superior's  mighty  basin, 
and  I  remember  saying  to  a  comrade  : 
"  Some  day  they'll  be  here  ;  the  wild 
things  will  flee  over  yonder,  and  Nepi- 
gon  will  have  big  hotels  and  all  the  rest 
of  it." 

And  again,  far  beyond  Nepigon,  as 
our  canoe  slid  through  a  maze  of  sil- 
very, ice-cold  channels,  my  comrade 
said,  "  Well,  what  do  5^ou  think  of  it  ? " 

"  Superb,"    I     replied  ;    "  and    they'll 

be  here  in  time.     Yonder  fine  terrace 

might  well  offer 

hotel." 


A   HOME   OF   THE   HIGHLANDS. 


noble  standard  of  health  and  eagerly 
follow  it  to  earth's  fairest  sections, 
where,  for  a  time  at  least,  they  must 
live  that  clean  and  natural  life  which 
so  quickly  repairs  the  damage  wrought 
by  the  increasing  struggle  of  crowded 
marts. 

Not  so  long  ago  the  Adirondacks  and 
New  England  were  almost  unthought 
of  as  fields  for  the  summer  camper, 
canoer  and  angler — to  day,  the  trails  to 
their  finest  scenes  and  waters  are  deeply 
worn,  and  people  are  longing  for  fresh 
fields  to  conquer.  Even  the  wonder- 
ful Thousand  Islands  are  freckled  all 
over  with  hotels  and  cottages,  and  their 
oldtime  wild  beauty  is  at  best  half-tame. 

But  the  possibilities  have  by  no  means 


The  hotel  is  on  the  terrace  now,  and 
visitors  come  from  the  West  instead  of 
from  the  East,  for  Winnipeg  has  grown 
a-weary  of  its  grassy  levels,  and  comes 
to  fair  Lake  of  the  Woods  to  make  holi- 
day. 

These  remoter  regions  possess  many 
natural  advantages,  yet  they  have  one 
serious  disadvantage.  Most  busy  peo- 
ple have  about  two  weeks  to  rest  in, 
and  they  do  not  want  to  waste  one  day 
of  this  precious  reprieve  in  traveling  to 
a  chosen  point. 

For  them  the  playground  must  be 
beautiful,  wild,  easily  accessible  and 
not  too  expensive;  and  fortunately  these 
wants  may  be  so  readily  supplied  that 
I  wonder  why  Americans  have  been  so 


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slow  about  finding-  out  the  secret  of 
tlie  Highlands  of  Ontario,  almost  within 
sight  of  the  well-known  Thousand  Isl- 
ands. 

The  Highlands,  the  Muskoka  coun- 
try, seems  to  have  been  purposely  de- 
signed for  a  summer  playground.  In 
winter  the  thermometer  Jiibernates,  and 
the  winds  and  the  wolves  howl  over 
miles  upon  miles  of  a  white  desolation, 
so  vast  that  in  it  the  occasional  axe 
sounds  like  the  feeble  tapping  of  a 
woodpecker.  But  in  summer — ah  I  in 
summer  ! 

Ice  and  snow  disappear  when  the 
wind  shifts  to  the  southward.  There  is 
a  brief,  doubtful  period  termed  spring  ; 
then  with  the  abruptness  of  the  North, 
comes  the  wonderful  weather  which  is 
one  of  the  greatest  charms,  of  the  region. 
Lakes  uncounted  sparkle  all  over  the 
landscape ;  joyful  brooks  gallop  down 
the  slopes  in  lines  of  white  noise,  and 
like  magic  the  new  foliage  opens  to  send 
kindly  shade  to  the  wealth  of  delicate 
blooms  and  trembling  ferns  below.  The 
erstwhile  savage-looking  rocks  are  green 
with  soft  mosses  and  gay  with  lichens, 
and  even  the  somber  evergreens  appear 
to  assume  a  gayer  tone  of  green.  Green 
and  blue,  far  as  eye  can  see,  water  and 
sky.  Island  and  shore  are  brightly  clad, 
and  present  a  freshness  which  will  en- 
dure till  the  turning  of  the  autumn  leaf, 
for  even  August's  parching  sun  cannot 
destroy  vegetation  among  that  high  net- 
work of  waters. 

I  have  been  through  Muskoka,  east, 
west,  north,  south,  and  tangent  ;  and 
during  all  my  wanderings  I  have  never 
seen  a  region  to  surpass  it  as  a  summer 
playground.  A  few  other  remote  sec- 
tions may  equal  it,  but  none  can  surpass 
it.  It  has  just  sufficient  civilization  to 
emphasize  its  wildness,  while  not  en- 
tirely cutting  one  off  from  communica- 
tion with  the  busy  world. 

A  glance  at  a  good  map  of  Mu,skoka 
will  suggest  much  to  the  canoer,  angler, 
and  sportsman.  Within  the  boundaries 
of  a  territory  as  large  as  at  least  one 
European  kingdom  are  scattered  lakes 
and  streams  too  numerous  for  counting. 
The  lakes  are  of  all  sizes  and  shapes, 
the  majority  of  them  being  connected 
by  small  streams  till  they  roughly  re- 
semble silver  beads  worked  into  a  silver 
net.  If  we  could  imagine  the  Thousand 
Islands  multiplied  several  times,  and 
elevated    nearly    eight    hundred    feet 


higher  than  they  are,  we  should  have  a 
very  fair  picture  of  Muskoka.  This 
elevation  is  very  important,  too,  for  it 
insures  the  delightful  climate  which  has 
proved  so  beneficial  to  overworked,  or 
delicate  people. 

Amid  this  maze  of  lakes  and  streams 
the  ill-fated  Huron  long  ago  found  an 
ideal  abiding-place.  To  him  it  was  the 
next  best  thing  to  the  happy  hunting 
grounds  of  his  belief.  He  could  go  in 
his  bark  canoe  in  any  direction  ;  game, 
big  and  small,  abounded ;  the  waters 
teemed  with  fish  of  choice  variety,  and 
the  Huron  asked  for  nothing  better. 
His  country  was  the  best  for  his  purpose 
in  all  of  North  America,  and  he  clung  to 
it  and  fought  for  it,  till  a  savage  and  a 
more  powerful  foe  drove  him  from  it, 
and  incidentally  to  the  happy  hunting 
grounds — wherever  they  may  be. 

To-day  the  country  is  almost  as  it  was 
when  the  fierce  Iroquois  raided  it.  The 
marvelous  landscape  is  the  same,  ex- 
cept at  the  comparatively  few  points 
where  civilization  has  set  its  seal.  The 
lakes  are  unchanged,  the  superb  vistas 
unblemished,  the  portages  and  canoe 
routes  remain  as  they  were  when  noth- 
ing harder  than  a  buckskin  moccasin 
trod  the  rocks  and  nothing  more  mod- 
ern than  the  birchen  craft  floated  upon 
the  waters. 

It  would  be  folly  to  claim  that  game 
and  fish  are  as  abundant  as  they 
were  in  the  bow  -  and  -  arrow  days. 
Yet  there  is  abundance  of  both.  The 
Province  of  Ontario,  of  which  Mus- 
koka is  a  part,  has  taken  excellent 
care  of  its  wild  creatures.  Efficient 
game  laws,  well-enforced,  have  so  re- 
stricted the  work  of  the  destroyer,  that 
the  lover  of  rod  and  gun  who  visits 
Muskoka  this  season  will  find  plenty  to 
do.  The  list  of  game  includes  bear, 
deer,  grouse  and  waterfowl,  with  a  few 
beaver  in  the  remoter  corners,  and 
more  or  less  furred  creatures  of  value 
to  the  trapper  scattered  through  the 
territory.  The  best  of  the  fish  are,  of 
course,  the  brook  trout  and  the  lake 
trout,  while  the  less  important  species, 
generally  classed  as  pan-fish,  afford  suf- 
ficient fun  for  those  who  do  not  take 
angling  seriously. 

Of  the  possibilities  for  camping,  it  is 
not  necessary  to  speak  at  length.  Any- 
one who  knows  anything  about  camp- 
ing will  at  once  appreciate  the  value  of 
miles  of  romantic  shores  and  any  num- 


A   PEOPLES  PLAYGROUND. 


271 


ber  you  please  of  lovely  islands.  The 
water  everywhere  is  of  peculiar  purity, 
and  a  drink  of  sweet  water  is  merely  a 
question  of  dipping  it  up  wherever  one 
happens  to  be. 

And,  strange  though  it  may  appear  to 
those  ignorant  of  the  unrivaled  natural 
advantages  of  this  region,  the  pict- 
uresque expanse  of  Muskoka  is  not 
more  than  half  of  the  attractions 
hereabouts.  Remove  Muskoka  bodily — 
shores,  isles,  forests,  and  lakes — and 
what  have  we  left  ?  Yonder,  within 
easy  reach  by  canoe,  flashes  the  wonder- 
ful Georgian  Bay — tJie  island  marvel  of 
the  world  !  I  don't  care  if  there  are 
26,999  isles,  or  27,000  as  claimed  ;  what's 
an  island  more  or  less  in  a  region  which 
looks  as  though  nine-tenths  of  the  pict- 
uresque chunks  of  North  America  had 
been  tossed  bodily  into  it  ? 

That  steel-blue,  cold  water  gleaming 
about  its  armada  of  green-clad  rocks  is 
the  same  as  washes  Lake  Nepigon's 
lonely  shores.  It  ran  the  long  slant  of 
Nepigon  River  to  the  bay  and  to  Supe- 
rior, and  crept  through  that  tremendous 
basin  to  Sault  Ste.  Marie,  where,  like  a 
mile-broad  charge  of  wild  white  horses, 
it  thundered  down  to  the  calmer  waters 
of  St.  Mary's  River  and  on  into  Lake 
Huron,  and  from  Huron  in  here  to  wash 
these  wondrous  isles.  And  here,  in  these 
shadowy  channels,  lurk  those  black 
bravoes,  the  bass — big,  sturdy  fellows, 
bred  in  cold  water  and  ever  ready  to 
break  one's  tackle  for  him  if  the  hand 
be  unskillful. 

And  here,  as  in  Muskoka,  one  may  go 
where  he  wills,  fish  where  he  wills,  and 
camp  where  he  wills,  with  none  to  say 
him  nay.  This  is  the  people's  play- 
ground, and  the  Canadian  has  none  of 
the  "  You-can't-come-and  -  play-in-my- 
yard  "  in  his  disposition.  So  long  as  you 
do  not  set  his  grand  woods  afire,  do  not 
play  pot-hunter,  and  do  not  act  like  a 
loafer  out  on  a  carouse,  the  Canadian 
will  be  glad  to  see  you  and  to  share 
with  you  the  pleasures  of  his  play- 
ground. 

But  to  return  to  Muskoka  proper. 
The  latest  map,  an  excellent  one  in 
pocket  form,  issued  by  the  General  Pas- 
senger Department  of  the  Grand  Trunk 
Railway  of  Canada,  will  show  the  in- 
tending visitor  precisely  what  he  wants 
to  see.  About  the  southern  end  of  Mus- 
koka is  the  Severn  River,  a  broad,  short 
stream  flowing  into  a  lesser  bay,  which 


connects  with  Georgian  Bay  of  island 
fame.  There  is  fine  muscallonge  and 
bass  fishing  in  this  water.  The  scenery 
is  beautiful,  and  one  may  canoe  to  his 
heart's  content.  North  and  nor'east  of 
it,  for  league  after  league,  extends  the 
Muskoka  country;  and  amid  the  maze 
of  lakes  one  may  readily  pick  out  the 
main  waterways  and  the  connecting 
canoe  routes. 

Among  the  larger  streams  flowing 
toward  Georgian  Bay  are  the  Muskoka. 
River  extending  from  Lake  of  Bays  to 
Muskoka  Lake,  and  thence  to  Georgian 
Bay,  at  Muskoka  Mills.  Another  route 
is  by  the  Moon  River,  and  further  north 
is  another,  the  mighty  Magnetawan, 
which  crosses  a  large  portion  of  the 
territory.  These,  with  the  many  minor 
streams,  offer  more  water  than  a  glutton 
for  the  paddle  could  cover  in  years. 

The  great  lakes  of  the  country  are 
Lakes  Muskoka,  Rosseau,  and  Joseph; 
and  these  most  strongly  appeal  to  those 
who  prefer  to  enjoy  magnificent  scenery 
without  forfeiting  the  creature  com- 
forts to  be  found  upon  well-appointed 
steamers  and  at  good  hotels.  In  these 
lakes  are  the  islands  so  popular  with 
Torontonians  as  places  of  summer  resi- 
dence, as  is  attested  by  numbers  of 
plain  but  cozy  cottages.  These  lakes 
are  all  connected,  and  the  steamers 
make  regular  round  trips,  touching  at 
all  important  points.  In  Outing  for 
July,  1897,  and  June,  1892,  appeared 
articles  giving  descriptions  of  the  lakes,, 
routes,  and  most  desirable  stopping- 
places;  and  for  detailed  information  I 
refer  the  reader  to  those  niimbers  of  the 
magazine. 

Tourists  from  the  East  will  reach 
Niagara  Falls  by  their  most  convenient 
route  ;  thence  by  rail  or  boat  to  To- 
ronto ;  thence  north  via  Grand  Trunk, 
to  Gravenhurst,  Muskoka,  where  regular 
steamers  meet  the  trains  and  convey 
visitors  through  the  island  wonderland. 

As  many  of  my  readers  may  time  their 
holiday  for  the  autumn,  and  may  prefer 
shooting  to  fishing,  a  few  words  iii 
that  connection  may  not  be  out  of 
place.  In  my  opinion,  the  man  who- 
visits  Muskoka  in  the  autumn  sees  the 
scenery  at  its  best.  Then  the  country 
is  in  the  full  glory  of  tinted  foliage,, 
and  the  waters  show  that  intense  blue 
peculiar  to  the  season.  Gorgeously 
painted  islets  seem  to  be  the  flaring 
council-fires  of  the  dead  race;  while  the. 


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ancient  forest  rolls  away  in  huge, 
billowy  undulations,  like  a  sea  stained 
with  the  hot  blood  of  the  bronze  he- 
roes who  yelled  fierce  defiance  at  the 
invaders,  when  the  whiz  of  the  flying 
tomahawk  and  the  "clut"  of  the  striking 
arrow  shocked  these  forest-aisles  in  the 
brave  days  of  old.  Fairer  spot  for 
sport  no  man  could  wish,  and  the  sport 
is  prime. 

While  the  taking  of  a  black  bear  may 
be  regarded  as  more  or  less  of  an 
accidental  triumph,  the  same  cannot 
be  said  of  deer  and  grouse.  The  bonnie 
brown  bird  of  the  thunder-wing  may 
be  found  almost  anywhere,  and  where 
found  may  be  easily  secured,  for  in 
these  wilds  he  has  not  learned  the  tricks 
of  his  kind  in  more  frequently  disturbed 
covers.  Deer  are  very  plentiful,  owing 
to  the  nature  of  the  country  and  to  the 
law,  which  forbids  "jacking"  and  all 
unsportsmanlike  methods.  The  still- 
hunter,  the  only  sportsmanlike  deer- 
hunter,  will  find  Muskoka  admirably 
suited  to  his  calling;  and  he  should,  with 
ordinary  luck,  experience  little  difficulty 
in  securing  all  the  game  the  law  allows. 

A  locality  of  which  I  am  particularly 
fond  is  in  the  vicinity  of  Huntsville, 
near  the  head  waters  of  the  Muskoka 
River.  The  village  has  very  fair  accom- 
modations, and  guides,  teams,  boats,  and 
supplies  can  be  obtained  at  reasonable 
figures.  Close  at  hand  are  Lake  Vernon, 
Fairy  Lake,  and  the  lovely  water  known 
as  Lake  of  Bays,  all  of  which  offer 
tempting  inducements  to  the  canoer. 
The  fishing  during  summer  is  first-rate. 
There  are  plenty  of  speckled  trout  in 
the  tributary  streams,  and  great  big 
*'  lakers  "  abound  in  the  larger  waters. 
There  are  few  prettier  spots  than  this 
for  camping  and  canoeing  parties  in  the 
entire  region,  and  the  fact  that  I  have 
repeatedly  made  Huntsville  my  head- 
quarters when  the  choice  of  the  High- 
lands lay  at  my  disposal,  is  perhaps  as 
;good  a  recommendation  as  could  be 
^iven. 

It  is  a  deer  country,  and  also  one  of 
the  best  for  bear.  While  hunting  along 
the  East  River  one  is  very  apt  to  find 
bank  beaver,  and  there  are  always 
enough  of  ruffed  grouse  in  the  woods 
to  supply  the  camp.  I  have  got  some 
deer  and  seen  numbers  of  others,  by 
the  lazy  man's  method  of  making  an 
■early  start,  driving  to  the  best  country 
•and   returninof   to   the   hotel    at  nieht. 


Such  a  loaferish  way  is,  of  course,  not 
so  enterprising  as  camping,  but  there 
are  some  fellows  who  like  to  get  game 
without  having  to  do  too  much  work.  I 
am  not  one  of  them,  and  upon  the  occa- 
sion referred  to  I  suited  my  arrange- 
ments to  the  capabilities  of  an  elderly 
gentleman  who  was  not  in  the  best  of 
health,  and  whose  physician  had  for- 
bidden anything  like  violent  exercise. 
Yet,  handicapped  as  he  was,  this  gentle- 
man got  one  deer,  and  saw  several  dur- 
ing a  three-day  hunt. 

I  got  one  small  buck  the  first  morn- 
ing out,  and  ought  to  have  secured  a 
much  finer  head  which  I  suffered  to 
pass  unharmed  owing  to  a  bit  of  gross 
carelessness  on  my  part.  Our  parties 
go  by  rail  all  the  way  from  Toronto 
to  Huntsville,  a  comfortably  short  trip, 
made  without  change. 

There  are  no  drawbacks  to  this  sec- 
tion. The  Lake  of  Bays  is  a  typical 
fragment  of  the  beautiful  whole,  which 
angler  and  hunter  will  find  well  worthy 
of  a  thorough  trial. 

Another  fine  territory,  indeed  one  of 
the  very  best  available  for  deer,  bear 
and  grouse,  is  the  Haliburton  country, 
reached  by  rail.  Its  boundary  waters 
closely  approach  those  of  the  Lake  of 
Bays  district.  One  party  of  Toronto- 
nians  visits  the  Haliburton  region  every 
season,  and  has  not  failed  in  half  a  dozen 
years  to  secure  the  number  of  deer  al- 
lowed by  law,  fair  bags  of  grouse,  and 
once  two,  and  upon  three  other  trips 
single  bears.  It  is  a  wild  country,  as 
the  novice  will  discover  when  he  lies 
upon  his  brush  bed  and  hears  the  wolf's 
long  howl  ripping  the  darkness. 

The  wolves  are  deadly  foes  of  deer 
and  dogs,  and  they  will  cheerfully  run 
a  lone  hound  a  mile  or  two  without 
charging  him  one  cent  for  their  time. 
They  are  the  gray,  timber  wolves,  and, 
except  in  the  dead  of  winter  when  half- 
famished,  they  will  never  run  a  man's 
track.  Apropos,  of  these  horrid-voiced 
gentry,  an  incident  of  our  last  hunt  may 
be  worth  mention. 

Somebody  had  brought  in  an  in- 
fernally queer  -  looking  hound,  which 
looked  like  a  dachshund,  many  times 
magnified.  He  had  a  grand  head,  and 
a  tremendously  long  and  powerful  body, 
but  his  bench-legs  didn't  seem  to  be 
more  than  two  inches  long,  and  the  two 
pairs  were  situated  so  far  apart,  that  the 
front  ones  had  to  use  a  long-distance 


A   PEOPLE'S  PLAYGROUND. 


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telephone  when  they  wanted  to  tell  the 
hind  ones  what  to  do.  Incidentally,  I 
may  say  that  before  the  hunt  was  over 
we  learned  that  this  misshapen  brute 
was  a  wonderfully  fine  trailer,  but  let 
that  pass. 

The  dog's  appearance  evoked  shouts 
of  derisive  laughter,  for  the  party  prided 
itself  upon  the  breeding  and  beauty  of 
its  hotmds.  The  man  who  had  brought 
**01d  Bench-legs  "  in,  had  borrowed  him 
for  the  trip  and  knew  nothing  about  his 
capabilities,  so  the  party  refused  to  use 
him,  on  the  ground  that  he  could  not 
possibly  run  a  mile  as  fast  as  a  man 
•could  kick  his  hat.  Well,  the  real,  sure- 
enough  hounds  went  out,  I   went  still- 


After  a  bit,  from  away  to  the  north- 
ward I  heard  a  faint,  deep  tonguing. 
Nearer  and  nearer  it  came,  louder  and 
richer  it  swelled,  the  voice  of  some 
grand  hound  driving  at  speed.  It  puz- 
zled me,  for  I  knew  the  tongues  of  our 
dogs,  and  I  had  never  heard  the  like  of 
this.  Still  it  came  on  and  on,  and  as  I 
distinctly  caught  the  wonderful  chal- 
lenge, I  said  to  myself :  "  Bet  there's 
bloodhound  in  that  fellow  ;  and  he's  a 
flier,  too." 

A  splash  in  the  water  far  away  caused 
me  to  spring,  first  to  rifle,  and  then  to 
canoe,  but  a  second  glance  told  me  that 
the  deer  was  so  far  away  that  pursuit 
would  be  useless.     The  dog  meanwhile 


^jg^ 


GOINC.    TO    CAMP. 


hunting,  while  the  unhappy  Bench- 
legs  was  left  to  moan  his  heart  out  on 
chain. 

Right  well  he  knew  that  he  was  peer 
of  the  best  of  them,  and,  no  doubt,  he 
marveled  at  his  treatment.  Certainly 
he  took  a  practical  method  of  proving 
his  prowess.  I  reached  camp  at  noon, 
having  hung  up  a  tidy  deer.  Lo ! 
Bench-legs  had  slipped  his  collar  and 
departed  on  a  lone-hand  raid.  The 
camp  was  close  to  the  lake,  and  from  it 
extended  the  one  strip  of  sandy  beach, 
for  about  a  mile  north.  The  strip  was 
narrow  but  smooth,  and  from  the  tent  I 
could  command  the  whole  of  it. 


had  been  roaring  like  a  bull,  but  all  of 
a  sudden  his  uproar  ceased,  though  he 
was  still  far  from  the  water. 

This  was  so  curious  that  I  narrowly 
scanned  the  strip  of  sand  to  see  him 
come  out.  Presently  a  dark  shape  ap- 
peared, coming  toward  camp  like  a  run- 
away comet.  In  a  few  seconds  it  was 
in  plain  view,  and  the  way  it  doubled 
up  and  straightened  out  was  a  marvel 
to  see.  Mute  as  death,  throwing  a 
storm  of  sand  behind,  with  no  visible 
legs,  the  dark  body  was  fairly  hurled 
forward  in  tremendous  bounds. 

"  Why,  what  the  devil's  " — then  the 
rifle  leaped  to  my  face,  for  behind  the 


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shape,  not  thrice  its  length  away,  were 
two  long  gray  forms,  lying  close  to  the 
ground  in  their  fierce  efforts  to  catch 
up.  Holding  well  above  the  chase,  I 
pulled,  and  at  the  crack  the  gray  forms 
mysteriously  melted  into  the  cover, 
while  the  pursued  one  uttered  a  defiant 
roar. 

He  was  panting  like  a  locomotive, 
and  foam  roped  his  jaws  when  he 
reached  me.     It  was  Bench-legs. 

"  What's  the  matter,  old  man ;  did 
they  cut  you  off  and  try  to  run  you 
down  .? "  I  asked, 

A  gasping  roar  was  the  sole  response, 
as  he  walked  into  the  water  and  gulped 
down  great  mouthfuls.  He  was  half 
beat,  but  he  was  dead  game.     His  eyes 


fairly  blazed  as  he  came  out ;  then  up' 
on  end  went  his  coat ;  his  chops  wrink- 
led suggestively,  and  he  proceeded  tO' 
sneak  back  over  his  course.  The  rifle 
was  with  him  now,  and  he  proposed  to- 
have  satisfaction,  but  this,  of  course, 
was  impossible.  The  gray  rascals  doubt- 
less were  steadying  their  nerves  in  some 
remote  haunt. 

When  the  boys  came  in  I  told  them 
how  Bench-legs  had  beaten  two  gray 
wolves  a  full  mile,  good  day  and  good 
track,  and  they  marveled  greatly.  How 
a  dog  of  his  weight  and  leg  conforma- 
tion could  move  so  fast  I  fail  to  under- 
stand, but  the  interesting  fact  remains. 
Later  on  he  proved  to  be  a  perfect 
treasure,  did  the  good  old  Bench-legs, 


nXf 


ITimriLECHASlS    i^ 

BY  COCKBURN   HARVEY. 


GOOD  MORNING!  A  lump  of 
sugar  ?  I  don't  mind  if  I  do  ! 
Yes,  the  grass  is  much  im- 
proved !  Oh,  yes,  you  may  pat 
my  neck,  but  you  needn't  look  at  my 
knees  in  that  way  ;  if  you  had  galloped 
as  many  miles,  and  cleared  as  many 
water -jumps  as  I  have,  you'd  be  a  bit 
over  in  the  knees,  too;  such  knees  are 
the  marks  of  a  veteran  campaigner. 

Tell  you  about  some  of  my  races  ?  I 
don't  care  much  to  talk  about  them, 
now  that  I  am  laid  on  the  shelf.  Of 
course,  I  did  fall  in  that  last  race,  but 
then  it  was  the  first  time,  and  I  was 
dead  beat.  That  fool  of  a  jockey  tried 
to  "lift  me,"  he  said  afterward.  I  heard 
him  tell  the  master  tJiat^  but  it  felt  to- 
me as  if  he  was  trying  to  get  over  the 
jump  ahead  of  me  ;  I  wish  now,  some- 
times, that  I'd  stopped  and  let  him  go 
on,  but  I  always  tried  to  be  a  gentle- 
man, whatever  happened. 


My  greatest  race  ?  If  I  once  began 
to  tell  you  about  that  you'd  be  stamping 
your  foot  with  impatience  before  I'd, 
finished.  No  ?  Well,  you  have  a  good 
eye,  and  if  you  care  to  come  down  there- 
in the  shade,  where  the  flies  are  not  so 
troublesome,  I'll  tell  you  about  how  I 
came  to  win  the  great  steeplechase. 
Don't  pat  me  on  the  ribs  like  that,, 
though  !  If  you  imist  pat  me,  I  prefer 
you  to  stroke  my  neck;  I  can  see  better 
what  you  are  doing  then. 

That  horse  over  there  ?  Oh,  he's, 
nothing  but  a  carriage  horse.  I  don't 
know  his  name — we  never  speak.  He 
pals  with  .another  of  his  kind  in  the 
next  field.  He  couldn't  jump  a  two- 
barred  gate,  and  he  gallops  like  a  steam 
roller.  "You've  seen  them  ?  I've  met 
them  when  going  to  the  track.  Do  I 
mind  them?  Oh,  no,  not  since  I've 
found  out  how  slow  they  are  ;  they 
couldn't  catch  a  "plater."     They  make 


MY  GREATEST  RACE. 


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the  roads  too  hard  though  for  iny  poor 
old  feet.  Ah,  well,  here  we  are  !  Isn't 
it  nice  soft  standing-  here  ?  How  you 
keep  flies  off  without  a  tail  I  can't  see  ; 
front  legs  are  all  very  well,  but  you 
■can't  reach  your  back  with  them.  But 
you  want  to  hear  that  story  ?  Yes,  you 
may  pick  a  bunch  of  grass  for  me, 
though  I  prefer  to  get  it  for  myself. 
There  !  I  knew  it.  You  have  all  sorts  of 
trash  there.  You  see  I  only  bite  off 
what  I  know  I  can  chew  !     Did  you  see 

the steeplechase  ?      Didn't  ?     Why 

I  thought  everybody  was  there.  When 
I  was  young  I  used  to  go  to  all  the  stee- 
plechases —  my  young  master  and  I. 
He  isn't  young  now,  though,  and  he 
must  girth  a  good  many  more  inches 
than  he  did  then  ;  but  he  never  misses  a 
■day  without  coming  down  here  and 
chatting  over  that  race.  But  there,  I'll 
tell  you  about  it,  though  it  makes  my 
tail  drop  sometimes  to  think  that  those 
•days  are  gone  forever. 

You  know  Master  Harry  as  he  is  now. 
I  wonder  if  you  knew  him  then  ;  a  fine 
upstanding  young  fellow  he  was  then  ; 
not  a  blemish  on  him.  Poor  old  John- 
:son — the  head  jockey  he  was — knew 
him  best,  and  loved  him  almost  as  much 
.as  I  did.  Of  course,  he  couldn't  love 
him  as  well,  because  he  was  only  a  man. 
Poor  old  Johnson  has  gone  to  his  last 
meadow,  and  I  suppose  I  shall  follow 
him  soon.  I  wish  sometimes  we  could 
have  ridden  there  together  !  We  both 
did  our  duty  that  great  day  at  any  rate, 
and  we  won  a  bigger  prize  than  money, 
though  we  won  plenty  of  that,  too,  for 
Master  Harry. 

You  have  met  Master  Harry's  mare  ? 
Ah!  then  you  know  what  a  gentle,  sleek- 
coated  creature  she  is  ;  anything  but  a 
■carriage  horse  would  die  for  her ! 

It  was  only  the  day  before  the  race 
that  Master  Harry  was  in  my  loose  box 
talking  over  the  chances  with  Johnson. 

"Johnson,"  he  said,  "I  want  to  win 
this  race  for  the  love  of  Miss  Winifred, 
or  I  may  lose  her." 

"  What! "  snorted  old  Johnson.  "  Lose 
her?" 

And  then  Master  Harry  said  that 
some  bank  or  something  had  burst,  and 
that  calls  had  been  made  on  him.  I 
didn't  know  what  he  meant  then,  and  I 
don't  know  now,  but  his  coat  seemed  to 
be  all  standing  up  about  it ;  and  when 
he  ended  up  by  saying,  "So  it  all  de- 
pends  upon   you   and    Monarch    there 


whether  I  have  to  give  up  Miss  Wini- 
fred or  not,"  Johnson  said,  slapping  me 
on  the  shoulder,  "  We'll  do  it,  sir,  if  it 
kills  us;  won't  we.  Monarch  ?  "  And  I 
made  up  my  mind  we'd  either  win  or 
I'd  be  shot  in  one  of  the  ditches.  And 
that  afternoon,  when  Miss  Winny  came, 
as  usual,  and  looked  me  over  and  gave 
me  some  sugar,  I  rubbed  my  muzzle 
right  up  against  her  soft  cheek,  and  she 
kissed  me  !  Yes,  she  did,  sir ;  kissed 
me  !  And  I'd  like  to  know  who  wouldn't 
have  died  for  that  ?  But  you're  anxious 
to  hear  about  the  race,  I  see. 

When  we  got  to  the  starting-post, 
Johnson  kept  patting  me  on  the  neck 
and  saying,  "  Don't  get  nervous,  my 
boy  ;  there's  nothing  here  that  can  beat 
us,"  as  if  I  didn't  know  that,  with  Mas- 
ter Harry  and  Miss  Winny  looking  on  ! 

There  was  one  big  chestnut  horse, 
however,  I  did  not  like  much.  His 
quarters  looked  like  jumping,  and  his 
barrel  showed  that  he  could  stay.  There 
was  a  nasty  little  bay  mare,  too,  who 
kept  jumping  about  and  kicking  in  the 
most  annoying  manner;  she  looked  as 
if  she  was  well  bred,  but  she  must  have 
been  very  badly  brought  up. 

In  a  few  moments  we  were  off,  though, 
and  1  was  glad  of  it.  Those  last  few 
minutes  are  always  the  worst,  however. 
Thank  my  pasterns,  I  am  not,  and  never 
was,  a  nervous  horse. 

"  Steady,  steady  !  "  said  old  Johnson, 
as  we  started,  just  as  if  I  didn't  know 
that  we  had  near  three  miles  to  go. 
There  were  about  ten  of  us  when  we 
left  the  post,  but  the  first  fence  thinned 
out  a  good  many;  and  when  we  had 
covered  the  first  mile,  and  I  was  getting 
my  second  wind  and  old  Johnson  getting 
over  his  nervousness — I  could  tell  it  by 
his  knees  —  that  silly  little  mare  was 
leading.  Her  rider  didn't  know  much 
more  about  it  than  she  did,  so  they 
didn't  worry  Johnson  and  me  at  all.  The 
chestnut  was  second  —  about  a  field 
ahead  of  us — but  I  could  see  by  the  set 
of  his  tail  that  he  was  going  well  within 
himself,  and  once  I  shook  my  head  to 
let  Johnson  know  that  I  thought  we 
ought  to  get  up  a  bit  closer  to  him. 
"  Not  yet,  my  lad,"  said  Johnson,  pull- 
ing a  bit  on  my  mouth.  I  think  he  was 
rather  nervous  still.  "  Wait  until  after 
the  next  in-and-out  ;  that'll  shake  them 
up  a  bit  !  " 

Sure  enough  the  old  man  was  right. 
To  my  surprise  the  chestnut  hit  the  top 


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rail  hard,  and  as  for  the  mare,  she  de- 
cided that  she  had  had  enough  jump- 
ing for  one  day,  so  she  refused  and 
bolted  off  the  course.  I  didn't  see  her 
again  until  after  the  race,  and  then,  as 
she  congratulated  me  very  prettily,  I 
couldn't  tell  her  what  I  thought  of  her 
behavior. 

We  had  a  nice  bit  of  galloping  ground 
after  the  in-and-out,  but  ahead  of  us  was 
— the  Liverpool  !  I  don't  mind  this 
jump — I  mean  I  didn't  mind  it  in  those 
days — when  I  was  fairly  fresh  ;  but  we 
had  been  going  pretty  fast,  and  that 
chestnut  was  still  pounding  along,  tail 
up,  ahead  of  me,  and — well,  I  wished 
that  we  were  well  on  the  other  side  of 
the  Liverpool. 

While  I  was  thinking  of  this,  though, 
Johnson  said,  "We  must  catch  that  fel- 
low before  he  gets  over  the  Liverpool, 
Monarch  ;  the  iirst  over  wins  !  "  I  knew 
that  he  was  right,  and  we  began  to  fly 
along  the  ground.  - 1  couldn't  see  any- 
thing then  but  the  chestnut's  tail,  and, 
though  my  ribs  began  to  feel  a  bit  tight, 


I  could  see  the  tail  coming  nearer  and 
nearer  every  jump  I  took.  And  just 
then  I'm  sure  I  heard  Miss  Winny's- 
voice  saying,  "  Dear  Monarch  wins  !  " 

A  sort  of  choking  feeling  came  in 
my  throat  for  a  moment,  and  Johnson 
thought  I  was  going  to  give  up,  for  he 
bent  down  and  said — as  if  he  was  chok- 
ing too — "  Hold  out  a  bit  longer  for 
God's  sake  !  " 

In  three  more  strides  we  were  along- 
side of  that  chestnut,  and  in  another 
second  we  took  oif  together  at  the  Liver- 
pool. 

I  don't  remember  landing  on  the 
other  side,  and  I  don't  know  how  I  ever 
got  to  the  finish,  but  I  do  remember 
Miss  Winny's  soft  white  arms  round  my 
neck,  and  seeing  Master  Harry  holdings 
old  Johnson's  hands  and  saying,  "  God 
bless  you,  and  Monarch  !  " 

All  this  talking  has  made  me  thirsty, 
though.  Come  down  to  the  stream  and 
have  a  drink.  No  !  Well,  good-bye  ; 
good  going  to  you  !  Come  and  see  me 
again. 


A  f\Ai©eN 


BY  THE  LATE  KATHLEEN  F.   M.  SULLIVAN. 


MISS  FROLIC  was  driving  along 
a  dusty  New  England  country 
road,  in  her  little  cart.  Her  eyes 
were  bright,  and  her  mouth  had 
taken  on  a  pleasant  curve.  Now  and 
then  she  looked  over  her  shoulder  into 
the  cart.  There  was  something  hidden 
under  the  fold  of  a  gray  lap-robe  that 
evidently  required  a  watchful  eye,  and 
drew  Miss  Frolic's  attention  away  from 
the  fat  little  pony  and  the  surrounding 
scenery.  Therefore  Mrs.  Hezekiah  Ode- 
garde,  coming  round  a  corner,  the  other 
way,  in  her  little  cart,  nearly  collided 
with  her  bosom  friend,  which,  of  course, 
necessitated  a  pause  and  a  parley. 

"  Yew're  lookin'  reel  well,  Amana," 
began  Mrs.  Odegarde.  "I  often  think 
haow  much  cause  fer  thankful  rejoicin' 
yew  hev  to  keep  yewr  look  so." 

"  Why  so  I  hev,  Hezzy,  bvit  yew  ain't 
a  day  older  yewrself  than  when  we  went 
to  school  together  an'  wore  our  ha'r  in 
rat-tails." 

Mrs.  Odegarde  bridled  and  smiled, 
and  suddenly  catching  sight  of  the  lap- 
robe  in  the  rear  of  the  vehicle,  leaned 
forward  curiously. 


"  Why,  land's  sake,  Amana  !  What 
hev  yew  got  under  that  lap-robe  ?  " 

Miss  Frolic  started. 

"  Oh,  it  ain't  anythin'  !  Leastways  it's 
jes'  a  little  birthday  s'prise  for  niece 
Saddle;  it's  a — a — cunnin'  little  bureau." 

"A  bureau  !  "  echoed  Mrs.  Odegarde. 
"  Is  it  a  new  kind  ?" 

"  I  don't  know,"  said  Miss  Frolic  nerv- 
ously. "  Why  do  you  ask  ?  " 

"  Because  I  ain't,  in  the  hull  course  of 
my  existence,  seen  a  bureau  that's  bin 
endowed  of  natur'  with  horns  an'  hoofs. 
What  is  it,  Amana  ?  Thar's  its  horns- 
stickin'  clar  out  of  the  robe  !  It's  pow- 
erful flat  for  a  bureau  anyhaow  !  " 

A.nd  without  any  warning  Mrs.  Ode- 
garde leaned  forward  and  lifted  the  robe 
from  the  thing  it  concealed. 

"  Sufferin'  cats  !  "  she  ejaculated,  and 
sank  back  in  her  seat  like  one  smitten 
to  the  death.  "  Fedora  Amana  Frolic, 
yew  can't  look  me  in  the  eye  an'  tell  me 
yew've  bought  one  of  them  shiftless, 
straddle  -  legged,  double- jointed,  con- 
sarned  bye-cycles  !  " 

Such  was  the  force  of  her  surprise 
and  indignation  that  Miss  Frolic  quailed 


'I   CAN'T   STOP  IT  !"    {_fi.  27Q.') 


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before  it,  and  even  the  pony  hung  his 
head  as  if  abashed  at  the  sinful  load  he 
carried. 

"  Oh,  Hezzy,  yew  don't  think "  be- 
gan Miss  Frolic,  with  clasped  hands  and 
tears  in  her  eyes. 

"  Think  ?   Ain't  I  tellin'  yew  ?  " 

"  But  it's  only  for  Saddle." 

"  Amana,  wouldn't  yewr  pa  turn  in 
his  lonely  tomb — yes  an'  rouse  the  hull 
Frolic  lot  to  keep  him  company — ef  he 
knowed  that  a  female  of  his  noble  line 
was  importin'  herself  on  one  of  them 
contrapments  of  the  evil  one  !  I  think 
1  see  'em  all — yewr  pa  an'  ma,  an'  Uncle 
Slim  an'  Aunt  Datemam,  an'  all  the  rest 
a-slidin'  an'  a-creep " 

"  Oh,  don't  !  "  cried  Miss  Frolic  much 
distressed  at  this  impressive  speech. 
"  I'll  ask  Deacon  Lightem  before  Sad- 
die  hears  on't.  I've  hearn  tell  hundreds 
of  city  folks  rides  'em  in  the  open  street. 
I  didn't  know  it  was  wrong." 

At  this  moment,  up  the  road  two 
specks  became  visible.  They  neared 
the  carts,  eased  a  little,  and  then  sped 
by  smoothly  and  without  effort,  like  a 
flash  of  sunlight.  Both  women  were 
silent  as  their  eyes  followed  the  bicyclers 
down  the  slope  till  they  disappeared 
round  a  curve. 

"  How  quick  they  go  !  "  exclaimed 
Miss  Frolic,  drawing  in  her  breath. 

"  Jes'  as  quick  as  a  cat,"  said  Hezzy, 
furtively  regarding  the  smooth  tires 
and  shining  spokes  at  the  back  of  the 
cart. 

"Looks  easy,  too  ;  jes'dead  easy.  Oh, 
Hezzy  !  " 

"  Wal,  Amana." 

"  Ain't  yew  jes'  a  mite  curious  to  know 
haow  it  feels  to  go  trapsin'  along  so  fast, 
an'  see  the  wheel  lickin'  up  the  road  ?" 

Their  eyes  met. 

"  An'  to  feel,"  continued  Miss  Frolic, 
dropping  the  reins  and  leaning  forward 
with  clasped  hands,  "  an'  to  feel  the 
wind  foldin'  up  yewr  eyelashes  an'  blow- 
in'  back  yewr  ha'r.  'Pears  to  me  it 
must  be  like  flyin' — like  angels  ;  ez  it 
wrong-,  Hezzy,  to  want  to  feel  like  an- 
gels ? " 

Mrs.  Odegarde  did  not  speak.  She 
gazed  at  Miss  Frolic  as  if  fascinated  ; 
her  foot  wandered  to  the  side  of  the 
cart  and  found  the  step. 

"  An',  besides,"  went  on  Miss  Frolic, 
"  thar  won't  be  a  soul  along  this  road 
till  nigh  about  seven,  an'  ef  we  was  to 
git  daown  an'  jes'  see  ef  the  thing  had  a 


bad  effec'  on  our  morals,  an'  ef  it  was 
safe  for  Saddle  —  more  enspecial  ef  it 
was  safe  for  Saddle — don't  yew  think 
the  Lord  would  pardon  our  backslidin'?" 

"  Hev  yew  ever  seen  'em  learn, 
Amana?"  asked  Mrs.  Odegarde  in  a 
whisper. 

"  No;  I  guess  yew  jes'  hist  up  on  that 
teetery  little  leather  hassock,  an'  thar 
yew  air  !  " 

"  Wal,  it's  my  opinion  thar's  more 
backslidin'  about  the  affair  than  yew 
think.  However,  I  can't  see  yew  rush- 
in'  into  the  jowls  of  death,  as  the  pome 
says,  without  rizzin'  a  hand  to  help  yew. 
Let's  lift  it  out." 

After  a  few  minutes'  struggling  the 
machine  lay  on  the  road,  and  the  two 
women  stood  on  either  side  of  it  and 
looked  at  one  another  rather  blankly. 

"  Naow,  we'll  stand  her  up,"  said  Mrs. 
Odegarde,  finally,  with  the  air  of  a 
general.  "  I  guess  it  ain't  all  here,"  she 
continued,  after  fruitless  efforts  to  in- 
duce the  bicycle  to  retain  the  perpendic- 
ular. "  Amana,  look  in  the  cart  an'  see 
ef  thar's  any  more  legs  to  it.  Even  the 
most  well-meanin'  consarn  ain't  likely 
to  cut  much  of  a  figger  on  tew  bits  of 
inja-rubber  hose." 

"Thar  ain't  no  more  here,"  said  Miss 
Frolic,  from  the  cart.  "  It's  reel  waste- 
ful, I  think,  to  put  that  good  hose  whar 
there  ain't  any  possibility  of  fire." 

"  Thar  seems  to  be  possibilities  m  it 
for  the  most  onexpected  things,"  hinted 
Mrs.  Odegarde,  darkly,  regarding  the 
machine.  "  Come,  git  up,  Amana  ;  I'm 
expirin'  to  see  you  start." 

Miss  Frolic  approached  the  bicycle 
gingerly. 

"  Hold  its  horns  reel  tight,  Hezzy, 
while  I  git  my  foot  on  the  paddle." 

"  Land  I  "  ejaculated  Mrs.  Odegarde, 
in  admiring  parenthesis.  "  Ef  she  don't 
know  the  names  fer  all  its  members  !  " 

"Can't  yew  hold  it  any  stiddier ? " 
said  Miss  Frolic,  preparing  to  mount. 
"  Turn  the  head  up  the  road,  Hezzy, 
an'  for  goodness  sake  don't  let  it  wiggle 
round  like  as  ef  it  was  lookin'  to  see 
haow  I  did  it !  " 

After  a  few  breathless  efforts  Mrs. 
Odegarde  suggested  that  they  should 
lean  the  bicycle  against  the  fence,  and 
that  she  should  support  Miss  Frolic  on 
the  other  side.  By  this  means  the  little 
old  maid  at  last  gained  the  saddle,  but 
to  start  was  quite  another  thing. 

"  It's  reel  nice  up  here,  anyhaow,"she 


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said,  contentedly,  "  ef  I  never  "■it  any 
forrader.  I  guess  I'll  hav'  one  put  up 
in  the  back  yard.  I  surmise  it's  a 
health-givin'  exercise  ? " 

"  Amana  Frolic,  haow  long  air  5^ew 
goin'  to  set  thar  admirin'  the  scenery  ? 
Jes'  as  if  yew  couldn't  do  that  as  com- 
fortable astride  the  fence.  Lemme  hev 
a  go,"  said  Mrs.  Odegarde,  breathless- 
ly. "  Git  daown  ;  the  thing  is  beginnin' 
to  buck,  an'  I  can't  stop  it  !  " 

"  This  is  the  way  I  seen  'em  git  daown 
in  the  city,"  said  Miss  Frolic.  "Yew 
put  one  foot  over  the  other,  quite  care- 
less an'  graceful — so — an' " 

When  Mrs.  Odegarde  had  assisted  her 
friend  to  rise,  and  between  them  they  had 
picked  up  the  bicycle,  they  noticed  that 
the  "hose"  of  the  front  wheel  had  be- 
come rather  flabby. 

"  That  wheel,"  remarked  Miss  Frolic, 
loftily,  if  a  little  shakil}^,  for  she  was 
not  very  young,  and  a  fall  was  serious, 
"that  wheel  is  what  is  called  piinct- 
.uated.  I  remember  that  because  Sad- 
die's  Sam  hed  it  in  his  grammar  the 
very  day  I  first  hearn  it." 

"  I  should  say  it  was  bust,"  remarked 
Mrs.  Odegarde,  inelegantly.  "  However, 
I  guess  we  can  fix  it  up  with  a  needle 
and  cotton  ef  it  gits  any  worse.  Hev 
yew  yewr  thimble,  Amana  ? " 

"  No,  I  ain't.  I  recollect  I  left  it  on 
the  shelf  alongside  of  the  Apostolic 
Fathers.  P'raps  it  don't  matter  much. 
Yew  git  on,  Hezzy;  I  believe  yew're 
more  the  figger  for  it  than  me." 

At  first  Mrs.  Odegarde  was  tmsuc- 
-cessful.  Either  the  bicycle  bucked  at 
the  critical  moment,  or  Miss  Frolic 
proved  too  frail  a  support.  The  "  pad- 
dle "  kicked  her  unmercifully  in  the 
shins,  and  the  "  horns  "  wiggled  as  if 
they  had  neither  part  nor  lot  with 
the  concern.  Repeated  failures  only 
appeared  to  add  fuel  to  the  fire  of  Mrs. 
Odegarde's  desire.  At  last  she  hit  upon 
a  plan. 

"  Amana  Frolic,  yew  jes'  go  an'  git 
me  the  bit  of  rope  that's  in  my  cart. 
I'll  stay  on  this  machine  ef  I  hev  to  tie 
it  to  every  bone  in  my  body.  I  alius 
considered  that  man  in  the  '  Wreck  of 
the  Thespians '  an  ornery  sort  of  a  fool, 
probably  sufferin'  from  embrocation  of 
the  brain ;  but  naow  I  can  understand 
his  sentiments  plumb  daown  to  rock 
bottom  when  he  lashed  hisself  to  the 
helum,  so's  the  derned  thing  couldn't 
^git  away  from  him.     Let  her  go  !  " 


They  stood  at  the  top  of  an  incline, 
and  while  she  had  been  speaking  Mrs. 
Odegarde  had  contrived  to  attach  her- 
self to  the  bicycle  and  in  some  myste- 
rious manner  had  climbed  into  the  seat. 
At  the  words,  "  Let  her  go!"  Miss  Frolic 
loosed  her  hold  on  the  handle-bar,  and 
stared  back  in  astonishment  to  behold 
how  fast  and  how  far  her  friend  actually 
went.  In  the  providence  that  some- 
times seems  to  guide  the  beginner,  Mrs. 
Odegarde  went  down  that  incline  like  a 
bird,  her  sun  -  bonnet  streaming  be- 
hind her,  her  red  and  white  stockings 
working  like  agitated  bars  of  pepper- 
mint candy,  and  her  cotton  dress  bil- 
lowing itself  into  a  neat  bloomer  cos- 
tume of  its  own  accord. 

"  I  can't  stop  it,"  she  shrieked  ;  "  I 
can't  stop  the  blamed  thing  !  Amana — 
Amana — I'll  be  killed  !  " 

"  Heavens  to  Betsey  !  "  sobbed  Miss 
Frolic,  as  she  watched  the  form  of  her 
friend  receding  apparently  to  destruc- 
tion. "  Why  can't  she  fall  off  ?  When 
she  wanted  to  stay  on,  the  thing  went  a 
mile  out  of  its  way  to  throw  her,  but — 
take  yewr  feet  up,  Hezzy,"  she  cried, 
frantically,  remembering  that  taking 
your  feet  up  was  an  antidote  for  some- 
thing. Perhaps  it  was  the  best  thing 
Mrs.  Odegarde  could  have  done,  for  no 
sooner  did  she  cease  "  paddling  "  than 
the  bicycle  came  down  with  a  crash. 

"  I  dunno  how  in  the  Sam  Hill  I'll 
git  yew  aout,  Hezzy,"  said  Miss  Frolic, 
mournfully,  surveying  the  ruins  two 
minutes  later.  "  It's  a  mercy  yew  ain't 
killed.  I  dunno  whether  yew  most  re- 
semble a  'Cobweb  Party '  or  the  '  Fall 
of  Jerusalem.'     I " 

"  Fer  the  land's  sake,"  groaned  Mrs. 
Odegarde,  "  what  does  it  matter  what  I 
look  like  ?  I  can't  move  hand  or  foot. 
My  skirt's  wound  in  an'  out  in  these  con- 
glomerated toothpicks  's  if  it  hed  bin 
done  with  machinery." 

"I  guess  I'll  hev  to  borry  an  axe," 
said  Miss  Frolic  ;  "  I  don't  see  any  other 
way." 

"  I  don't  care  ef  yew  git  me  out  with 
a  reapin'  machine,  so's  yew  dew  git  me 
out,"  said  Mrs.  Odegarde,  beginning  to 
sob.  "  All  I  can  say  is,  it'll  be  a  les- 
son to  me,  an'  ef  any  kin  of  mine  ever 
wants  to  buy  one  of  these  oncertain, 
immoral,  vicious  -  tempered  machines, 
I'll  jes'  give  'em  ten  dollars  toward  it, 
an'  let  'em  git  it,  an'  that'll  be  the  worst 
punishinent  I  know." 


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BY  LLEWELLYN  H.  JOHNSON. 


A  SOFT,  warm  breeze,  bearing  in 
its  balmy  breath  suggestions  of 
verdant  June,  came  through  the 
narrow  city  street  and  into  my 
open  window.  It  carried  my  thoughts 
from  business  cares  to  a  winding  road 
of  smooth  macadam,  reaching  over  the 
hills  to  a  little  lake  in  whose  clear  waters 
lurked  that  truest  foeman  to  the  angler's 
skill,  the  small-mouthed  bass. 

A  glance  at  my  watch,  a  hasty  calcu- 
lation— ten  minutes  to  the  ferry,  three- 
quarters  of  an  hour  in  the  cars,  and  an- 
other thirty  minutes  would  find  me  on 
my  wheel,  with  rod,  waders  and  landing- 
net  strapped  to  frame  and  handle-bar, 
fly-book  and  reel  in  pocket,  and  eager 
for  the  fray. 

Nothing  happened  to  mar  the  pro- 
gramme, and  at  four  o'clock,  with  the 
afternoon  sun  still  warm  upon  the  sur- 
face of  the  lake,  I  swung  off  the  wheel 
and  proceeded  to  rig  up. 

The  water,  fed  by  a  small  brook  and 
the  watershed  of  the  first  and  second 
Orange  Mountains,  deepened  and  ex- 
tended in  area  to  form  a  reservoir, 
contained  in  one  portion  a  number  of 
large  stumps,  ideal  lurking-places  for 
the  bass.  As  the  sun  was  still  high,  I 
cast  slowly  down  the  breeze,  watching 
the  brilliant-hued  ibis,  the  modest  but 
deadly  brown  hackle,  and  the  Quaker- 
colored  grizzly  king  flutter  softly  over 
the  water  and  sink  a  few  inches  beneath 
its  surface  before  being  retrieved  in 
tremulous  movements.  Occasionally  I 
would  be  rewarded  by  a  small  bass,  or 
even  a  pugnacious  sun-fish,  whose  readi- 
ness to  take  the  lure  is  well  known  to 
all  fly-fishermen.  But  it  was  not  until 
I  had  circled  the  corner  of  the  lake  and 
neared  the  first  of  the  stumps  before  re- 
ferred to,  some  of  whose  tops  projected 
above  the  ripples,  that  I  settled  down 
prepared  to  raise  a  genuine  "  grayback." 

As  I  was  now  fishing  over  submerged 
woodland,  the  bottom  was  very  sticky, 
making  wading  a  difficult  task,  so  that  I 
hugged  the  shore  closely  and  made  com- 
paratively short  casts  out  to  the  nearest 
of  the  stumps. 

Not  a  rise  ;  it  was  evident  that  it  was 
yet  too  bright  and  warm  to  find  the  bass 
in  very  shoal  water.  I  therefore  waded 
out  a  little  further,  until  the  water  was 


nearly  up  to  my  waist ;  and  gradually 
lengthening  line,  cast  out  toward  a  giant 
stump,  whose  size  indicated  that  it  had 
been  cut  high  above  the  ground.  Fi- 
nally the  tail-fly  fluttered  down  within 
a  foot  of  the  stump.  I  let  it  sink  a  few 
inches,  and,  starting  to  retrieve  it  with 
quick  jerks,  set  the  hook  into  something 
so  solid  that  I  would  have  thought  it  to 
be  a  part  of  the  stump  itself  were  it  not 
that  the  surface  of  the  water  was  in- 
stantly broken  by  the  upward  leap  of  a 
magnificent  bass.  The  fish  shook  his 
jaws  in  the  air  in  a  vain  attempt  to  rid 
himself  of  the  barbed  steel,  and  dropped 
back  with  a  splash  that  sent  the  crystal 
drops  flying  in  every  direction. 

As  he  struck  the  water,  I  instantly 
took  up  all  slack,  and,  sweeping  the  little 
six-ounce  rod  backward,  tried  to  drag 
him  away  from  the  dangerous  stump. 
The  rod  doubled,  and  a  short,  vicious 
run,  which  strained  every  fiber,  caused 
me  instinctively  to  give  him  a  few  feet 
of  line.  It  was  only  a  few  feet,  but  that 
was  enough  ;  the  run  stopped,  the  line 
became  motionless  and  I  realized  that 
he  had  fouled  the  stump,  and  from  his 
size  and  strength,  I  doubted  not,  had 
broken  leader  or  snell  and  was  free. 

Slowly  giving  line  and  throwing  the 
rod  back  over  my  shoulder,  I  pulled 
gently  and  directly  on  the  line — solid 
as  a  rock !  Then  I  slackened,  and 
waved  the  rod  in  the  hope  of  shaking 
the  cast  loose,  but  without  success. 

What  was  to  be  done  next  ?  The  bass 
had  taken  the  end-fl}^,  and  had  probably 
gone  off  with  it  and  a  small  part  of  the 
leader.  Now  I  was  determined  to  save 
what  I  could  from  the  wreck,  even  at 
the  expense  of  a  wetting.  The  distance 
to  the  stump  was  a  good  forty  feet;  ten 
feet  of  it  brought  the  water  above  my 
waist,  and  at  thirty  feet  it  poured  into 
the  top  of  my  chest-high  wading 
trousers  and  I  found  it  pretty  cold 
water  for  a  swim  too. 

The  line,  which  was  running  through 
my  fingers,  dropped  very  close  to  the 
bottom,  and  as  I  reached  the  nine-foot 
leader  and  approached  the  stump  it  was 
evident  that  I  must  dive  for  it  if  I 
wished  to  release  the  tangled  flies. 

Taking  a  good  breath  and  crouching 
down,  with  eyes  wide  open,  I  "  followed 


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the  leader "  around  the  stump,  when, 
presto  !  just  as  it  seemed  impossible  to 
hold  my  breath  any  longer,  there  was  a 
rush.  I  straightened  up,  dripping  and 
gasping,  with  rod  in  air,  and  the  big  bass 
was  free  from  the  stump  and  still  fast 
to  the  fly  ! 

Well,  it  was  a  comparatively  easy 
matter,  anchored  as  I  was  with  half  a 
barrel  of  water  inside  my  waders,  to  get 
a  secure  footing  on  the  treacherous 
bottom  and  play  that  bass  in  the  deeper 
water  where  he  had  run,  tmtil  finally  I 
drew  him — weakened  but  still  defiant — 
within  reach  of  the  landing  net. 

What  a  beauty,  well   worth  a  dozen 


duckings,  and  what  a  satisfaction  to  get 
him  after  giving  him  up  for  lost !  I 
opened  my  eight-pound  basket,  doubled 
him  up  and  jammed  him  down  in  it,  and 
retied  the  lid  firmly  before  starting  for 
the  shore. 

What  a  wheel  that  was  down  the 
mountain  !  Clothes  soaked,  a  chilly 
breeze  springing  up  as  the  sun  set,  and 
everything  weighing  a  ton,  apparently. 
But  after  a  good  hot  bath,  a  little  nip  of 
"nothing  particular,"  and  warm,  dry 
clothing,  1  was  quite  ready  to  enjoy 
one  of  the  most  toothsome  four  and 
a  half  pound  bass  that  I  ever  contributed 
to  the  cook's  broiler. 


iLUeFBSlHlIlNO    aT   ^©NTAUKc 


IS  daybreak  at  Wapague, 
a  small  harbor  on  the 
east  end  of  Long  Isl- 
and, and  the  old  oil 
works  show  in  sharp  sil- 
houette against  the  east- 
ern sky.  The  fishing 
boats  lie  quietly  at  an- 
chor, with  their  riding 
lights  still  burning 
brightly. 

As  the  dawn  grows  brighter,  signs  of 
life  begin  to  show.  A  cock  crows  ashore, 
and  the  cry  of  a  yellow-leg  plover  falls 
from  the  sky.  A  man  with  his  head 
well  sprinkled  with  gray,  appears  from 


N^'C^r^ 


the  cabin  of  a  small  yacht,  anchored 
near  the  other  boats.  He  rubs  his  eyes, 
and  carefully  scans  the  sky. 

A  beautiful  morning  it  gives  promise 
of.  There  is  not  a  ripple  on  the  water 
lying  so  black  and  cold  around  him, 
'  .iile  the  air  has  a  crisp  suggestive 
freshness. 

While  Captain  Sanford,  for  this  is 
the  man's  name,  standing  in  the  com- 
panionway,  is  making  his  almanac  for 
the  day,  and  before  his  crew  wake  up, 
perhaps  we  should  explain  matters  a 
little. 

The  boat,  to  begin  with,  is  the  Bessie 
Earl,  a   thirty-foot  sloop.     vShe  is  not  a 


BLUEFISHING  AT  MO  NT  AUK. 


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modern  racing  machine,  with  a  lead 
mine  hanging  from  her  keel,  and  draw- 
ing as  much  water  as  an  ocean  steamer, 
but  a  good  comfortable  center-board 
craft.  Her  paint  is  white  and  clean, 
and  the  bright  work  about  her  shows 
care  and  attention.  Her  cabin  is  roomy, 
with  a  cook-room  forward,  and  an  ice- 
chest  aft  under  the  cockpit  floor.  She 
carries,  besides  her  mainsail  and  jib,  a 
club-topsail  and  jib- topsail  for  use  in 
light  weather.  A  light  skiff  is  fastened 
to  her  stern. 

Her  owner,  Capt.  John  Sanford,  is  a 
tough,  rugged  man  of  about  sixty  years 
of  age,  and  forty  of  these  years  have 
been  spent  at  sea.  When  he  left  the 
ocean  and  took  up  his  abode  with  his 
family  ashore,  he  found  that  he  had  con- 
tracted a  habit,  or  disease,  that  nothing 
but  water  would  cure.  In  the  winter, 
when  everything  is  frozen  up  and  cov- 
ered with  snow,  he  is  contented  to  stay 
home  with  his  family,  but  when  warm 
weather  comes  he  begins  to  grow  un- 
easy, and  nothing  will  quiet  him  but  the 
blue  water.  The  Bessie  Earl  is  his  pet 
and  darling ;  in  fact  she  is  his  sum- 
mer home,  and  most  of  his  tiiue  from 
May  to  October  is  spent  on  board  of 
her. 

In  the  cozy  cabin  are  four  boys,  on 
their  vacation.  Tom  Sanford,  the  cap- 
tain's nephew,  has  been  with  his  uncle 
often,  and  feels  quite  competent  to  sail 
the  yacht  anywhere.  With  his  comrades, 
Joe  Rogers  and  Harry  and  Jack  God- 
dard,  he  has  been  out  three  days  on  a 
bluefishing  trip,  with  little  luck.  The 
fish  at  Plum  Gut  were  scarce,  and  in  the 
Race  there  was  none.  But  all  the  fleet 
told  great  stories  of  the  fish  at  Montauk, 
and  this  point,  twelve  miles  away,  is 
where  our  young  friends  are  bound  this 
morning. 

"What  are  we  going  to  have  for 
weather  to-day,  captain?"  inquires  Joe, 
as  his  curly  black  head  appears  by  the 
captain's  side. 

"The  weather  will  be  all  right,"  re- 
plied the  captain,  "  when  we  get  a  little 
wind  to  make  a  start  with.  You  get 
the  boys  up,  while  I  start  a  fire,  and  we 
will  have  something  to  eat." 

The  morning  meal  is  soon  disposed 
of,  the  dishes  washed,  and  the  cabin 
put  in  order.  A  gentle  ripple  on  the 
water  shows  a  breath  of  wind  from  the 
southwest.  From  over  the  water  comes 
the  rattle  of  jib- hanks  as  another  of  the 


fleet  trips  her  anchor  and  moves  down 
the  bay. 

Soon  we,  too,  are  ready,  and  with  the 
jib  to  help,  the  bow  slowly  swings  off. 
The  captain  takes  the  wheel,  and  the 
pretty  craft  starts  for  the  open  sea. 

There  is  barely  enough  wind  to  fill 
the  sails,  and  the  boys  watch  with  in- 
terest the  other  boats.  A  big  white 
schooner-yacht  lies  down  near  the  mouth 
of  the  harbor  with  not  a  sign  of  life 
aboard.  Her  white  canvas  and  yellow 
spars  show  clear  against  the  sky  as  she 
rides  quietly  at  her  anchor.  A  lone 
clammer  from  his  hut  on  the  shore  is 
rowing  his  dingy  little  boat  over  to  the 
opposite  point,  while  a  fleet  of  boats  is 
floating  slowly  down  the  harbor. 

At  the  spar  buoy,  they  separate  ;  the 
little  lobster  smacks  go  to  the  Race,  a 
Connecticut  River  boat  and  others  head 
for  Plum  Gut,  while  Capt.  Sanford 
swings  his  boom  to  port  and  points  for 
Montauk. 

The  wind  freshens  as  we  clear  the 
point.  The  club-topsail  is  swung  aloft, 
and  Tom  casts  the  jib-topsail  loose  and 
sets  it.  With  this  additional  sail,  the 
Bessie  Earl  leans  gracefully  to  it,  and 
with  her  bowsprit  pointing  due  east,  she 
glides  quietly  through  the  water. 

This  is  the  poetry  of  sailing  —  a 
smooth  sea,  with  the  white  sands  and 
stunted  bushes  of  Long  Island  on  one 
side,  and  the  open  Sound  on  the  other. 
There  are  few  sails  in  sight,  as  Wapague 
is  an  unfrequented  part  of  the  island. 
A  bunker  fisherman  from  the  factory  at 
the  Promised  Land  is  starting  out  for  his 
day's  work,  while  far  out  a  solitary 
schooner  is  pointing  up  for  the  Race. 

The  boys  make  themselves  comfort- 
able and  listen  to  the  captain  as  he  tells 
them  tales  of  his  past  life  :  stories  of 
long  voyages  to  the  Orient,  around  Cape 
Horn  to  the  Pacific  coast,  trips  to  South 
i^merican  ports,  and,  in  fact,  nearly  all 
over  the  world. 

Three  years  of  his  life  were  spent  in 
a  whaler.  From  this  cruise  alone  come 
stories  almost  without  limit :  tales  of 
Arctic  ice,  and  days  with  no  night,  and 
months  of  unending  darkness 

All  this  time  the  white  sails  have  been 
quietly  at  work,  and  the  lighthouse  at 
Montauk  is  now  plainly  visible.  The 
lines  and  jigs  are  taken  out  and  exam- 
ined ;  new  hooks  are  put  on  to  replace 
any  broken  or  rusted. 

Bluefish   are  caught  by  trolling,  and 


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the  jig,  or  bait,  is  simply  a' round  piece 
of  bone,  or  wood,  shaped  something  like 
your  finger,  with  a  stout  hook  in  the 
end. 

"  Tom,"  calls  the  captain,  "  you  boys 
get  that  skiff  up  and  lay  it  across  the 
cockpit  out  of  the  way  ;  shut  the  cabin 
doors,  and  fix  this  box  to  put  the  fish  in. 
I  can  see  gulls  at  work,  and  we  should 
be  in  the  fish  soon." 

The  wind  had  slowly  increased  since 
the  start,  and  the  light  sails  will  have 
to  come  in.  This  is  soon  accomplished, 
and  under  mainsail  and  jib  the  sloop  is 
swiftly  nearing  the  gulls,  now  in  plain 
sight. 

"  Have  you  seen  a  fish  whip,  cap- 
tain ? "  says  Joe. 

"  No,  but  we  will  shortly.  They  are 
in  that  rough  water  just  out  from  the 
point;  there  one  goes.  Now  get  your 
lines  over  and  make  them  fast." 

The  boys  had  been  so  interested 
in  the  fishing,  that  they  had  not  noticed 
the  different  nature  of  the  water  where 
the  fish  are.  Under  the  land  it  had  been 
smooth,  but  now  as  they  get  out  from 
the  point  they  feel  for  the  first  time  the 
long  ocean  roll,  coming  in  perhaps  from 
some  gale  far  out  at  sea. 

The  boys  have  all  confidence  in  the 
captain,  but  when  the  little  yacht  slides 
down  one  watery  hill  to  meet  another 
directly  at  the  foot  of  it,  why  they  hold 
on  and  wonder  where  they  will  fetch 
up.  But  this  feeling  all  leaves  them  as 
Tom's  line  suddenly  straightens,  and 
a  bluefish  leaves  the  water  far  astern, 
with  the  jig  in  his  mouth. 

"  Pull,  Tom  ;  don't  give  him  any 
slack,"  says  the  captain,  and  the  boy 
does  pull,  and  with  one  last  dash  of 
salt  water  from  the  tail  of  the  fish,  it  is 
safely  boated.     A  lusty  big  one  it  is,  too. 

Joe  takes  his  turn,  and  another  is 
soon  hauled  in  to  keep  the  first  one 
company.  We  get  four  this  time  across. 

"  Ready  to  go  about  !  "  calls  the  cap- 
tain. The  helm  is  put  down,  and  the 
sails  flap  wildly  in  the  wind,  then  fill, 


and  back  we  go  over  the  same  ground. 
This  time  we  get  three. 

We  work  and  work  hard.  The  fish 
are  hungry  and  savage,  and  after  a  few 
trips  through  the  school,  the  fish-box  is 
one  mass  of  struggling  victims.  The 
cabin  doors  and  seats  in  the  cockpit  are 
covered  with  blood  and  gurry.  The 
boys  are  soaked,  their  fingers  cut  and 
bleeding,  but  wild  enthusiasm  still  pre- 
vails. 

Bluefish,  however,  have  their  regular 
hours  for  meals;  and  an  hour  is  spent  in 
a  hunt  for  another  school,  but  with  no 
further  success. 

"  It  is  of  no  use,  Tom,"  says  the  cap- 
tain ;  "we  might  as  well  give  it  up." 
And  with  that  we  flatten  sheets  down 
and  start  for  home. 

The  crew  wash  down  and  clean  up 
aft.  The  wind  is  just  a  good  topsail 
breeze,  and  the  Bessie  Earl  lies  over 
until  her  lee-rail  is  just  awash,  while 
over  her  sharp  bows  there  comes  now 
and  then  a  dash  of  spray.  It  is  a  good 
long  pull  to  New  London,  and  the  boys 
are  hungry.  It  is  too  rough  to  cook 
much,  so  the3r  content  themselves  with 
a  cold  bite,  and  the  sandwiches  and 
cold  beans  taste  good. 

There  are  more  craft  than  were  seen 
in  the  morning.  The  fishing  steamers 
have  found  fish,  and  are  hard  at  work. 
One  gang  almost  in  our  path  has  just 
finished  passing  up  the  net,  while  the 
oar  up-ended  in  one  of  the  boats,  tells 
the  steamer  to  come  and  take  the  fish. 
A  big  four-masted  schooner,  with  every 
sail  set,  is  coming  down,  bound  out  to 
sea,  while  farther  away  there  are  a 
dozen  or  more  white  sails  showing  plain 
on  the  water. 

The  Bessie  Earl  makes  a  straight  wake 
for  the  Race,  up  by  the  Middle  Ground 
buoy,  through  the  Rip  and  by  the  Race 
Rock  light.  Here  we  have  the  wind 
more  on  the  quarter,  and  the  seven 
miles  to  New  London  are  soon  covered, 
and  just  as  the  sun  sank  back  of  Fort 
Trumbull  the  anchor  found  the  bottom. 


THie  ©RCHlIDc 


A  SEEDLING  from  some  fairy's  bower, 
Not  quite  content  to  be  a  flower 
With  memories  of  dainty  things 
That  fluttered  back  and  forth  on  wings, 
Of  shadowy  glens  and  summer  nights. 
Of  moon-lit  lawns  and  dancing  sprites. 
Of  bluebells  ringing,  roguish  brooks 
Up-springing  from  the  darkest  nooks, 
Of  dews  fresh  fallen,  bending  ferns. 
And  paths  that  end  in  leafy  turns,' 


Of  nesting  birds  and  cooing  notes. 

Of  songs  that  come  from  unseen  throats. 

Of  petaled  trumpets,  willow  harps. 

Of  silver  trebles,  cricket  sharps. 

And  all  that  goes  to  swell  the  band 

Of  followers  in  fairyland, 

Reserved  and  mute  and  full  of  dreams, 

Afresh  from  other  walks  and  themes— 

A  seedling  thou  from  fairy's  bower. 

Not  quite  content  to  be  a  flower. 

Mary  A.  Mason. 


Photo  by  T.  C.  iunier. 


THE  NEW  HOME  OF  THE  ATLANTIC  YACHT  CLUB 
AT  SEA  GATE,  GRAVESEND  BAY,  N.  Y. 


THe    ATLANTflC    YACHT    CLUE. 

BY  A.  J.  KENEALY. 


YACHT  CLUB  re- 
quires more  care 
to  develop  so  as  to 
win  the  crown  of 
success  than  any 
other  assemblage 
of  men  banded  to- 
gether for  social  purposes  and  sport. 
Internal  dissensions  that  would  only 
disturb  an  athletic  club  would  in  all 
probability  totally  wreck  a  yacht  club. 
Why  this  is  I  do  not  attempt  to  explain, 
but  there  is  no  doubt  of  its  truth.  The 
Atlantic  tars  have  had  their  ups  and 
their  downs;  but  the  club  though  occa- 
sionally caught  in  a  heavy  squall  or 
even  beset  by  a  cyclone  has  safely 
weathered  the  storms  like  a  stout  and 
seaworthy  vessel,  and  has  reached  port 
at  last,  with  spars,  sails  and  rigging  un- 
scathed by  the  gale  and  the  grand  old 
hull  never  so  much  as  strained. 

One  of  the  chief  reasons  of  its  success 
is  that  it  has  always  been  run  by  the 
right  men.  From  its  very  start  its  mem- 
bers have  been  practical  boat-sailers, 
lovers  of  the  sea  for  the  health  and 
joyous  sport  it  freely  offers  its  devotees. 
The  young  men  who  built  up  the  club 
brought  to  it  youth,  enthusiasm  and  zeal 
— three  attributes  that  both  deserve  and 
command  the  palm  of  victory.     All  the 


original  incorporators  in  1866  were 
young  and  enthusiastic  yachtsmen,  and 
they  determined  that  it  should  not  be 
their  fault  if  success  did  not  perch  on 
their  snowy  burgee  inscribed  with  the 
bright  red  letter  A.  According  to  its 
charter  the  object  of  the  club  is  "  to  en- 
courage yacht-building  and  naval  archi- 
tecture, social  recreation  in  yachting,  and 
the  cultivation  of  naval  science,"  and 
right  well  has  it  lived  up  to  its  mission. 

Only  two  of  the  charter  members, 
Henry  A.  Gouge  and  J.  Rogers  Max- 
well, are  now  on  the  roll  of  the  club.  It 
was  at  Mr.  Gouge's  house  in  Washing- 
ton street,  Brooklyn,  that  the  club  was 
formed,  and  for  that  reason  Mr.  Gouge 
is  known  as  the  father  of  the  club. 

The  encouragement  accorded  to  the 
smaller  classes  of  yachts  no  doubt  did 
much  to  enhance  the  club's  popularity. 
Any  yacht  not  less  than  sixteen  feet 
length  on  the  load  water-line  enrolled  in 
the  club  entitles  its  owner  to  a  vote,  and 
this  is  one  reason  why  owners  of  small 
craft  hasten  to  join  the  Atlantic's  fleet. 
In  the  New  York  Yacht  Club  the  line  is 
drawn  at  yachts  under  fifteen  tons,  old 
measurement,  and  only  by  a  special  dis- 
pensation are  the  popular  30-footers  per- 
mitted to  take  part  in  the  club  regattas. 
The  percentage  of  actual  yacht-owners 


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MODEL  ROOM,   SEA  GATE. 

is  larger  in  the  Atlantic  Club  than  in 
many  others,  the  purpose  being  not  to 
encourage  too  many  members  to  join 
for  social  purposes  only. 

The  formal  opening  of  the  club  has 
taken  place  every  year  on  Decoration 
Day,  when  the  fleet  at  the  proper  sig- 
nal from  the  gun  ashore,  weighs  anchor 
and  starts  out  on  the  "opening  sail." 
The  course  used  to  be  from  the  chib- 
house  off  Bay  Ridge  down  through  the 
Narrows  and  down  the  bay  as  far  as  the 
Southwest  Spit.  These  opening  sails 
were  very  enjoyable  events,  and  there 
was  keen  rivalry  in  every  class  in  the 
squadron,  although  the  affair  did  not 
attain  the  dignity  of  a  formal  regatta 
until  1895.  Each  boat,  however,  picked 
out  her  pet  opponent, 
and  went  at  her,  ham- 
mer and  tongs,  from 
start  to  finish.  Private 
match-races  were  fre- 
quent and  added  to  the 
interest  of  the  exciting 
day. 

The  first  regatta  of 
tne  club  was  sailed  on 
June  II,  i865,  the  year 
the  club  was  founded. 
Fourteen  yachts  start- 
ed, the  race  being 
sailed  without  time 
allowance.  The  Hector^ 
owned  by  Mr.  Will- 
iam Peet,  and  Psyche, 
owned  by  Mr.  F.  B. 
Taylor,  were  the  win- 
ners.    Psyche  was  a  fast 


sloop,  designed  by 
Herreshoff .  She  was 
the  first  yacht  seen  here- 
abouts to  carry  a  club- 
topsail  and  a  balloon 
jib-topsail.  Though  of 
rather  crude  design 
compared  with  the  mod- 
ern artistic  *'  creations  " 
of  the  down-to-date  sail- 
makers,  these  flying 
kites  made  a  great  sen- 
sation wherever  seen. 

The    second     regatta, 
in  i867,had  sixteen  start- 
ers, Mr.   Sheppard    Ho- 
mans'    55-footer,    White 
Wi7igs,  being  the  largest 
craft.     Since  then  a  suc- 
cessful regatta  has  been 
held  every  year. 
In  the  all-important  matter  of  com- 
modores the  club  has  had  reason  to  con- 
gratulate  itself.     They  have  been  :  T. 
C.  Lyman,   sloop  Lois,  1866-67  ;  Shep- 
pard Homans,  sloop  White  Wings,  1868; 
William  Voorhis,  sloop  Addie  V.,  1869- 
70;  William  Peet,  sloo^)  Niuibus,  187 1- 
72  ;  J.   Rogers   Maxwell,  sloop  Peerless, 
1873-74  ;    George  A.   Taylor,  schooner 
Triton,     1875-78;     Latham    A.    Fish, 
schooner  Agnes,    1879-81  ;  W.   R.  Ver- 
milye,  schooner  Atalanta,   1882-83  \  H. 
H.    Hogins,    schooner  Agnes,   1884-86 
Frank    C.   Swan,  sloop  Rover,  1887  ;  J 
Lawrence  Marcellus,  sloop  Stella,  1888 
Jefferson    Hogan,    schooner     Cavalier 
1889  ;  Newbury  D.  Lawton,  sloop  Chis 
pa,    1890-91  ;    David    Banks,    schooner 


ENTRANCE    HALL,    SEA    GATE. 


THE  ATLANTIC    YACHT  CLUB. 


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Water  WitcJi,  1892-94;  George  J.  Gould, 
1895-97. 

Fred.  T.  Adams,  who  was  vice-com- 
modore since  1895,  is  the  present  com- 
modore, his  flagship  being  the  schooner 
Sachem,  a  famous  vessel,  designed  by 
Edward  Burgess,  and  winner  of  the 
Goelet  Cup  in  1887-88.  Mr.  Adams 
has  acted  as  commodore  during  Mr. 
Gould's  absence  in  Europe,  and  is  in 
every  way  qualified  for  the  position. 
No  better  sailor  ever  walked  a  deck. 
He  is  a  navigator  as  well  as  a  seaman, 
and  popular  to  boot  among  his  brother 
yachtsmen.  The  other  officers  for  the 
present  year  are  :  Vice-commodore, 
Harrison  B.  Moore,  steamer  Marietta  ; 
rear-commodore,  J.  Herbert  Ballantine, 
steamer  Juanita ;  secretary,  David  E. 
Austen  ;  treasurer,  George  H.  Church  ; 
measurer,    George   Hill.      Trustees :  J. 


Larchmont,  on  a  Friday  afternoon  ;  and 
then  to  make  a  start  early  on  Saturday 
for  Black  Rock,  v/here  the  fleet  passed 
a  quiet  Sunday,  the  only  events  being 
divine  worship  on  board  one  of  the 
larger  schooners  and  the  dressing  of 
the  squadron  with  flags.  On  Monday 
the  cruise  would  be  resumed  down  the 
Sound,  Port  Morris,  Stonington  and 
New  London  being  the  ports  stopped 
at.  Then  from  New  London  through 
Plum  Gut  to  Shelter  Island,  where  the 
fleet  generally  disbanded. 

Sometimes  the  fleet  has  gone  as  far 
East  as  Newport,  and  once  Martha's 
Vineyard  was  the  boundary  reached. 

Much  interest  has  always  attended 
the  cruise  from  start  to  finish,  every 
run  from  port  to  port  being  a  race  with 
prizes  for  the  winners  in  each  class. 
Aside  from  the  attraction  of  cup-hunt- 


•iiW 


VIEW    FROM    THE   CLUB    ROOF,    LOOKING   NORTH. 
A.  Fort  Hamilton.        B.  Fort  Wadsworth. 


Rogers  Maxwell,  George  J.  Gould,  New- 
bury D.  Lawton,  Philip  G.  Sanford, 
Thomas  L.  Watson  and  J.  F.  Acker- 
man.  Committee  on  Membership :  How- 
ard P.  Frothingnam,  J.  M.  Ceballos 
and  Henry  B.  Howell.  Regatta  Com- 
mittee :  David  E.  Austen,  George  W. 
McNulty  and  Henry  C.  Barnet. 

The  club  has  always  made  a  feature 
of  its  annual  cruise,  which  is  sailed  in 
the  month  of  July.  The  first  occurred  in 
1866,  William  Peet's  Hector,  26  feet  in 
length,  and  Sheppard  Homans'  Najne- 
less,  28  feet  in  length,  cruising  together 
to  Newport  and  Bristol,  R.  I.  Ever 
since  that  year  there  has  been  a  regular 
sqiiadron  cruise. 

The  usual  course  in  past  years  has 
been  for  the  fleet  to  rendezvous  at  Glen 
Cove  or  some  point  on  the  other  side  of 
the  Sound,    such  as  New  Rochelle  or 


ing,  social  visits  from  one  yacht  to  an- 
other, dinner  and  card  parties,  hops  at 
the  George  Hotel,  Black  Rock  ;  the  Man- 
hansett  House,  at  Shelter  Island,  and 
the  Edgecombe  House,  at  New  London, 
enhance  the  enjoyment  of  the  cruise. 
Ladies  are  always  made  welcome  by  the 
Atlantic  members,  and  many  of  the 
yachts  have  as  guests  aboard  the  wives, 
sisters,  and  daughters  of  their  owners. 

One  of  the  pleasantest  cruises  in  the 
history  of  the  club  was  that  of  1880. 
The  squadron  mustered  at  Whitestone, 
L.  I.,  on  July  31,  under  command  of 
Commodore  Latham  A.  Fish.  The  fleet 
was  composed  of  seven  schooners  and 
seventeen  sloops,  the  flag-ship  being  the 
schooner  Agnes.  The  first  run  was  to 
Black  Rock,  where  Sunday  was  spent, 
New  London  being  made  on  the  follow- 
ing day.     A  grand  ball  was  held  at  the 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


THE    FIRST    CLUB-HOUSE. 


E  d  g-  e- 
combe 
House  i  n 
honor  of 
the  vi  s- 
itors.  O  n 
Tuesd  ay 
the  yachts, 
for  the 
first  time 
in  t  h  e  ca- 
reer of  the 
club,  sailed 
t  o  Block 
Island,  but 
found    the 

a  n  chorage  ; 

and    th  e  — — ^  ' 

harbor  un- 
satisf  ac- 

tory,  and  determined 
never  to  repeat  the 
trip.  The  next  port 
touched  at  was  New 
Bedford,  where,  in  spite 
of  stormy  weather,  the 
usual  good  time  was 
had.  Next  Cottage 
City  was  made,  and  the 
yachtsmen  were  feted 
there  to  their  hearts' 
content,  after  the  cus- 
tom of  that  most  hos- 
pitable summer  colony. 
The  beat  thence  back 
to  Newport  was  enjoy- 
able and  exciting.  Next 
day  the  squadron  sailed 
over  to   Greenport, 


THE    IHIRD    LLLL-HUbSE. 


where  it  disbanded, 
having  hugely  enjoyed 
the  cruise. 

It  is  on  record  that 
the  Atlantic  squadron 
was  the  first  to  discover 
the  advantages  of 
Greenport  harbor  as  a 
yachting  resort,  and  the 
club  was  at  one  time  so 
vividly  and  favorably 
impressed  by  it  that  a 
scheme  was  conceived 
of  establishing  the 
headquarters  there. 
O  n  e  of  the  members 
presented  a  p  1  o  t  of 
ground  on  w  h  i  c  h  to 
build  a  house,  and 
another  member 
headed  the 
list  of  sub- 
scriptions 
with  a  $500 
donation. 
The  plan 
was  quite 
dazzling, 
for  the 
club  was 
then  lo- 
cated in 
the  old 
canal -boat 
at  the  foot 
of  Court 
s  t  r  e  e  t , 
Brooklyn. 
But  the 
idea     of 


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289 


shifting  so  far  from  Brooklyn  did  not 
find  favor  in  the  siglit  of  the  more 
sagacious  members,  and  the  project 
was  never  heard  of  after,  tliough 
Greenport  still  remains  a  favor- 
ite   harbor   for   the    fleet   to 
touch  at  occasionally  dur-  ,  >;, 

ing  its  annual  cruises.  .^^WR 

Sometimes  the  squad-  .•.«.»*-■- 

ron  anchors  in  Deer- 
ing  Cove,  Shel- 
ter   Island,    op- 
positethe 
Pr  osp  ect 


ler,  H.  H.  Hogins  and 

many  others.       The 

requisite     funds 

were  subscribed, 

and  Mr.  Philip 

R.    Elsworth 

was      e  n- 

gaged   to 

design  the 

boat. 


House,  while  at  other  times  it  makes  tha 
Manhansett  House  its  headquarters. 

The  cruise  of  the  club  in  1889  will 
always  be  remembered  for  the  bad 
weather  encountered  in  the  Sound  be- 
tween Black  Rock  and  New  London. 
In  that  year  Jefferson  Hogan  was  com- 
modore, and  I  was  the  guest  of  Vice- 
Commodore  E.  B.  Havens  on  his  stout 
sloop  Athlone  for  twelve  hours  of  the 
toughest  fighting  it  ha,s  ever  been  my 
lot  to  thrash  through.  Commodore 
Hogan,  in  the  Cavalier,  could  have 
easil}^  made  the  passage,  but  he  felt  it 
his  duty  to  stick  to  the  bulk  of  the  fleet, 
a  most  commendable  sacrifice.  Ath- 
lone made  the  record  heavy-weather  run 
in  her  history. 

But  we  must  hark  back  a  year  or  two 
for  one  of  the  brightest  pages  of  the 
club's  history. 

When  Lieutenant  Henn  challenged 
for  the  America's  Cup  with  his  cutter 
Galatea,  the  Atlantic  Yacht  Club  deter- 
mined to  be  represented  in  the  interna- 
tional race  of  1886.  A  syndicate  was 
accordingly  formed,  the  leading  mem- 
bers of  which  were  Messrs.  Latham  A. 
Fish,  J.  Rogers  Maxwell,  John  G. 
Prague,  John  M.  Sawyer,  William  Zieg- 


Mr.  Elsworth  was  somewhat  slightingly 
looked  upon  by  the  "  scientific  set "  of 
Boston  and  New  York,  because  he  was 
what  they  termed  a  "  rule-of -thumb  " 
designer.  His  method,  they  declared, 
was  to  take  a  chunk  of  soft  wood, 
whittle  out  a  model  of  the  desired  craft, 
and  then  turn  it  over  to  a  naval  archi- 
tect to  produce  the  necessary  drawings 
for  the  construction  of  the  vessel.  This 
process  was,  from  their  point  of  view, 
crude  and  unscientific. 

The  numerous  friends  of  Mr.  Els- 
worth, on  the  other  hand,  pointed  with 
pride  to  the  many  excellent  records 
made  by  yachts  from  his  designs, 
including  the  schooners  Montatck  and 
Grayling  and  the  sloops  Fanita,  Croco- 
dile, Anaconda,  Sasqiia  and  others. 

Mr.  John  F.  Mumm,  of  Bay  Ridge, 
built  the  craft,  and  as  she  carried 
thirty-three  tons  of  lead  on  her  keel 
her  construction  was  necessarily  very 
strong,  particularly  the  center-board 
trunk.  The  keel,  stem  and  sternpost 
were  of  white  oak,  the  frames  of  oak 
and  hackmatack,  and  the  planking  of 
pine.  Her  fastenings  below  the  water- 
line  were  of  copper ;  above,  of  galvan- 
ized iron. 


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EX-COMMODORE  GEORGE  GOULD, 

The  Atlantic  was  an  exclusive  prod- 
uct of  the  Atlantic  Yacht  Club.  She 
was  known  in  vSouth  Brooklyn  as  the 
"  Pride  of  Bay  Ridge,"  In  Brooklyn  it 
was  thought  she  would  prove  an  easy 
victor  over  her  opponents,  Priscilla, 
Puritan  and  Mayflower.  She  was 
launched  on  the  afternoon  of  May  ist, 
1886,  a  large  crowd  of  enthusiastic 
yachtsmen    witnessing    the    ceremony. 


Copyright,  HolIinKer  &  Rockey,  N.  T. 

HOWARD    GOULD. 


Columns  descriptive  of  her  were  pub- 
lished in  the  Brooklyn  newspapers  on 
the  following  morning,  and  it  may  be 
said  that  the  whole  water-front  of  New 
York's  sister  city  exulted  with  flamboy- 
ant haughtiness. 

A  picked  crew  of  yacht  sailors  was 
shipped,  and  to  Captain  Joe  Elsworth, 
the  brother  of  Philip  Elsworth,  her  de- 
signer, was  entrusted  the  task  of  "  tun- 
ing up  "  the  Atlantic  for  the  trial  races. 
Captain  Joe  is  one  of  our  best  amateur 
yachtsmen,  his  talents  in  sailing  racing 
craft  to  victory  having  been  demon- 
strated in  many  a  hard-fought  contest. 
He  had  given  Mr.  Malcolm  Forbes  the 
benefit  of  his  counsel  on  the  Puritan  in 
her  races  with  the  Genes t a  the  previous 
year,  and  no  doubt  existed  about  his 
yachting  ability.  He  generously  de- 
voted the  greater  part  of  his  time  to 
getting  the  big  Brooklyn  sloop  in  shape 
for  the  fray,  and  in  this  he  was  assisted 
by  the  leading  lights  of  the  Atlantic 
Yacht  Club,  all  of  whom  took  a  deep 
interest  in  the  success  of  their  name- 
sake. 

It  is  not  my  purpose  to  tell  the  story 
of  Atlajitic's  struggles  as  a  prospective 
cup  defender.  She  was  undoubtedly  a 
capital  boat,  but  Mayflower  was  evi- 
dently superior  in  speed  to  Atlantic, 
Puritan  and  Priscilla,  and,  as  a  matter 
of  course,  was  chosen  to  meet  Galatea. 

It  is  worthy  of  record  that  in  the 
yachting  season  of  the  following  year 
Atlantic,  under  the  management  of 
Commodore  Latham  A.  Fish,  beat  Gal- 
atea on  more  than  one  occasion. 
Yachtsmen  hailing  from  Brooklyn  still 
hold  to  the  opinion  that  the  Amer- 
ica's cup  would  have  remained  in  this 
country  if  its  defense  had  been  in- 
trusted to  the  "  Pride  of  Bay  Ridge."  I 
fully  believe  it,  too.  It  may  be  added 
that  Atlantic,  now  rigged  as  a  schooner, 
is  an  excellent  craft,  looking  well  and 
sailing  well.  Like  most  of  Elsworth's 
yachis,  she  is  at  her  best  in  heavy 
weather. 

In  1887  it  was  announced  that  the 
British  intended  to  challenge  for  the 
America's  Cup  with  a  crack  cutter  about 
70  feet  on  the  water-line.  Former  Com- 
modore J.  Rogers  Maxwell,  one  of  the 
original  incorporators  of  the  club,  a 
thorough  yachtsman  to  whom  the  club 
owes  much  of  its  prosperity,  and  a  de- 
signer as  well  as  a  sailor,  designed  the 
sloop  Shamrock,  81  feet  over  all,  68  feet 


THE  ATLANTIC    YACHT  CLUB. 


291 


5  inches  on  the  water-Hne,  20  feet  beam 
and  8  feet  5  inches  draught.  Mr.  C. 
Oliver  Iselin  commissioned  Mr.  Burgess 
to  design  the  70-footer  Titania  under 
the  same  expectation.  The  information 
respecting-  a  British  challenge  turned  out 
to  be  erroneous,  but  SJuiinrock  and  Tita- 
nia sailed  many  splendid  races  with 
varying  results  in  1887  and  in  the  fol- 
lowing year,  when  Katrina,  another 
70-footer,  designed  by  Cafy  wSmith  for 
Messrs.  E.  S.  and  H.  D.  Auchincloss,  also 
appeared  on  the  scene.  To  meet  this 
new  opponent,  SJiainrock  was  hipped  out 
and  otherwise  improved;  and  these  three 
smart  "  seventies  "  enlivened  the  season 
with  a  series  of  match-races  and  other 
contests,    Titania   proving   herself    the 


the  ]\-crlcss,  the  result  being  close  and 
exciting  tussles.  It  is  good  for  posterity 
that  Mr.  Maxwell  has  two  sturdy  sons, 
true  "chips  of  the  old  block,"  who  are 
as  fond  of  the  sport  as  their  father 
and  have  learned  the  art  of  boat-sailing- 
in  a  capital  school.  Both  are  members 
of  the  club. 

Ladies'  day,  a  comparatively  recent 
innovation,  has  met  with  popular  ap- 
proval from  those  for  whom  it  was 
chiefly  designed.  Prizes  worth  $25  are 
given  to  each  class  winner,  and  each 
lady  on  the  winning  craft  is  presented 
with  a  handsome  gold  pin  enameled 
with  the  club's  burgee.  A  reception  and 
entertainment,  followed  by  a  dance, 
wind  up  the  evening.     That  Brooklyn 


jTi'iiiiillB*'-  — >-~»'^' 


ATALANTA,    THE   FLAGSHIP    OF   EX-COMMODORE    GEORGE    GOULD. — NOW    IN    SERVICE    OF    U.   S.    NAVY. 


fastest  of  the  three.  Shamrock  was 
sold  by  her  owner,  and  was  transformed 
into  a  schooner.  The  same  fate  befell 
Titania,  while  Katrina  is  now  rigged  as 
a  yawl  and  has  done  a  good  deal  of  off- 
shore cruising,  proving  like  all  Smith's 
yachts  an  able  and  seaworthy  vessel. 
Mr.  Maxwell's  next  boat  was  the  46- 
footer  Nautilus,  a  handsome  craft  but 
not  quite  speedy  enough  for  her  crack 
competitors. 

One  of  Mr.  Maxwell's  keenest  op- 
ponents in  the  olden  time  was  Former 
Commodore  George  A.  Thayer,  who 
sailed  his  sloop  Orion  against  the 
Daphne  with  varying  success  ;  it  was 
often  nip  and  tuck.  Mr.  Thayer  after- 
■ward  built  the  Triton  especially  to  beat 


girls  appreciate  the  Atlantic  Yacht  Club 
and  that  the  feeling  is  reciprocated  by 
the  members  is  shown  by  the  number  of 
pretty  women  who  flock  to  the  house 
upon  every  occasion  when  the  rustle 
of  silken  petticoats  is  permitted  to  be 
heard. 

Although  the  club  has  ever  been  noted 
for  its  gallant  attentions  to  the  fair  sex, 
both  afloat  and  ashore,  it  has  not  yet 
allowed  women  to  join  as  flag-members. 
This  is  a  privilege  extended  to  the  bet- 
ter half  of  humanity  by  two  such  or- 
ganizations only,  namely,  the  New  York 
and  the  Seawanhaka  Corinthian  Yacht 
Clubs.  There  is  a  tendency,  however,  in 
the  younger  element  to  follow  the  excel- 
lent example  of  the  two  clubs  cited,  and 


292 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


it  will  surprise  me  much  if  the  necessary 
legislation  to  admit  lady  yacht-owners 
as  flag-members  is  not  soon  enacted  by 
the  marine  jurists  of  the  club. 

Truth  to  tell,  there  is  a  strong  con- 
servative, nay  almost  Puritanical,  ele- 
ment in  the  club,  a  survival  of  its  early 
days,  when  yachtsmen  were  more  seri- 
ous than  they  are  now.  For  instance, 
not  so  very  many  years  ago  nothing 
stronger  than  lemonade  was  served  on 
the  club's  steamers  during  regatta  days. 
On  the  annual  cruises  grog  and  cards 
were  frowned  down  upon,  and  the  spark- 
ling exuberance  of  youth  was  discour- 
aged. The  club  chaplain,  too,  has  al- 
ways been  a  cherished  "  feature  "  or  in- 
stitution of  the  Atlantic.  Doubtless  the 
club  imagined  that 
it  required  a  large 
and  intellectual 
force  of  what  sail- 
ors irreverently 
call  "  sky-pilots." 
Other  yacht  clubs, 
while  glad  to  en- 
roll the  reverend 
clergy  on  their 
books,  have  given 
no  official  recog- 
nition to  the  club 
chaplain.  There 
are  no  less  than  ten 
of  them  on  the 
present  Atlantic 
muster-roll.  Two 
of  them  are  old  and 
dear  friends  of 
mine  and  I  can 
vouch  for  them  as 
true  Christians  as 
well  as  bold  and 
skillful      sailors. 

I  refer  to  Dr.  George  Hepworth,  of  New 
York,  and  the  Rev.  William  H.  Thomas. 
They  are  "  sky-pilots  "  whom  any  storm- 
tossed  mariner  might  be  glad  to  take 
aboard  to  guide  him  safe  to  port.  I  have 
been  shipmates  with  both,  and  know 
whereof  I  speak.  The  others  are  the 
Revs.  J.  T.  Duryea,  H.  M.  Gallaher,  W. 
L.  Moore,  R.  Heber  Newton,  Lindsay 
Parker,  Jos.  J.  Reynolds,  E.  Van  Slyke 
and  A.  A.  Willets,  truly  a  remarkable 
array  of  divines. 

The  lessons  learned  from  the  Larch- 
mont  brethren  in  1895  were  accentuated 
during  the  cruise  of  1896,  when  Com- 
modore George  Gould  was  personally 
in  command  of  the  squadron.     He  and 


COMMODORE   FRED.    T.    ADAMS, 


Mrs.  Gould  dispensed  bounteous  hospi- 
tality on  the  flagship  Atalanta,  winning 
all  hearts  by  their  kindly  courtesy. 
This  cruise  will  always  be  remembered 
as  one  of  the  most  brilliant  social  and 
sporting  events  in  the  annals  of  the 
club.  George  Gould  joined  the  Atlantic 
Yacht  Club  on  November  13,  1882,  and 
has  taken  sincere  and  practical  interest 
in  its  welfare.  No  other  inember  has 
brought  so  many  strong  and  influential 
recruits  to  the  club  as  he.  He  did  some 
dashing  racing  and  bold  cruising  on  the 
smart  sloop  Fanita,  and  later  purchased 
the  fine  schooner  Hildegarde^  once  the 
property  of  the  Prince  of  Wales.  How 
he  and  his  brother,  Howard  Gould, 
bought  the  Vigilant,  sailed  her  over  to 
England  and  raced 
her  inBritish 
waters  during  the 
season  of  1894,  is 
part  of  American 
yachting  history 
to  which  I  have 
space  for  only  a 
passing  reference, 
but  which  reflects 
great  credit  on  the 
enterprising  and 
sports  m  an  like 
brothers.  Howard 
Gould  became  a 
member  of  the 
Atlantic  Yacht 
Club  on  May  10, 
1894.  His  plucky 
and  successful  rac- 
ing career  abroad 
for  two  seasons 
with  the  Herres- 
hoff  20-rater  Ni- 
agara established 
securely  his  fame  as  a  thoroughly  clever 
yachtsman.  His  recent  presentation  of 
his  new  and  costly  steam-yacht  Niagara 
to  the  Government  for  use  in  the  war 
against  vSpain  is  sufficient  proof  of  his 
patriotism. 

The  imposing  contrast  between  the 
first  humble  home  of  the  club  in  a  canal- 
boat  and  its  present  commanding  and 
magnificent  quarters,  as  shown  in  the 
illustrations  presented  herewith,  tells  the 
whole  story  of  the  club's  wonderful 
progress,  pictorially,  and  in  a  more  strik- 
ing way  than  by  words  alone.  One  can 
imagine  how  hard  the  leading  spirits  of 
the  organization  must  have  worked  to 
produce   such   splendid  results.      With. 


2Q4. 


OUriNG  FOR  JUNE. 


what  pride  must  the  surviving  veterans 
who  were  identified  with  its  orig-in  now 
look  upon  the  giant  of  1898  whom  they 
cradled  and  cherished  with  such  tender 
care  in  the  days  of  its  infancy,  more  than 
thirty  years  ago. 

In  1880  the  old  canal  boat  at  Court 
street  was  abandoned,  and  an  old  farm 
and  farm  house  at  the  foot  of  Fifty- 
fifth  street,  South  Brooklyn,  were  bought 
and  fitted  up  as  a  club-house.  A  basin 
was  dredged  out  for  the  fleet.  In  these 
rather  rude  but  useful  quarters  the 
club  remained  until  1891.  In  that  year 
extensive  improvements  were 
made  and  a  new  house  was 
built  at  the  end  of  a  pier 
erected  for  the  purpose, 
Mr.  J.  G.  Prague,  an  old 
member  of  the  club 
and  an  architect  by 
profession,  making 
the  design. 

This  house,  a 
view   of  which 
is  gi  ven  o  n 
page  288,  was 


attractive  nooks  for  yachtsmen  swelter- 
ing in  the  fierce  midsummer  heat.  The 
basin  itself  was  dredged  out  and  en- 
larged, forming  a  fine  sheltered  harbor 
for  the  yachts  in  both  winter  and  sum- 
mer, a  capital  place  for  fitting- out  and 
laying-up.  The  club  soon  learned  to 
love  the  house  and  its  bright  and  cheer- 
ful surroundings. 

The  only  possible  objection  to  Bay 
Ridge  as  a  yachting  station  is  the  scar- 
city of  wind  when  a  breeze  is  most  need- 
ed, I  mean  on  regatta  days.  There  are 
too  many  "  bald  spots  "  to  the  northward 
of  the  Narrows  to  suit 
the  down-to-date 
yachtsmen  ;  and  in 
the  breezy  vicinity 
of  Sea  Gate  they 
will  not  suffer  so 
much  from  flat 
calms  and  ex- 
asp  crating 
doldrums  as 
was  often 
\  their  wont 

when  at  a 


"  SHAMROCK. 


opened  with  appropriate  ceremonies 
and  rejoicing  on  Decoration  Day,  1891. 
It  was  then  considered  the  finest  quar- 
ters for  yachtsmen  in  the  vicinity  of 
New  York,  the  house  being  commodious 
and  spacious,  and  especially  cool  in  sum- 
mer time,  as  Lord  Dunraven — an  honor- 
ary mem^ber — who  was  a  guest  of  the 
club  when  he  came  here  cup-hunting 
with  his  Valkyrie,  was  glad  to  admit. 
The  pier  on  which  the  house  was  con- 
structed projected  well  out  from  the 
shore,  catching  every  breath  of  air,  and 
the  well-shaded  verandas  offered  many 


further  distance  from  the  heaving  ocean. 
If  there  is  any  breeze  about,  one  gener- 
ally feels  it  off  Norton^s  Point. 

Early  in  1897,  after  due  consideration 
the  club  decided  to  move  to  Sea  Gate, 
formerly  known  as  Norton's  Point, 
Coney  Island.  The  report  of  the  com- 
mittee appointed  to  investigate  the 
feasibility  of  the  scheme  was  approved 
by  Commodore  Gould  and  adopted  by 
the  club,  as  was  also  the  financial  scheme 
for  obtaining  possession  of  the  necessary 
real  estate. 

The  plot  of  ground  secured  by  the  club 


THE  ATLANTIC    YACHT  CLUB. 


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JOSEPH  ELSWORTH,    WHO    SAILED    "ATLANTIC.' 

is  650  feet  by  250  feet  facing  Gravesend 
Bay.  The  location  is  in  every  way 
adapted  for  a  yachting  station.  Open 
to  the  breezes  of  bay  and  ocean,  health- 
ful and  picturesque,  the  members  right- 
ly look  upon  the  site  as  an  ideal  one. 
When  the  Government  builds  the  long- 
promised  and  much-needed  break- 
water the  anchorage  will  be  equal 
ly  desirable. 

The  new  house  designed  by 
Mr.  Frank  Tallman  Cornell 
is  a  handsome  building  of 
the   English  colonial 
style  of  architecture, 
three   stories   in 
height,  with  broad 
piazzas    on     the 
north,    south    and 
west   sides.      On 
the  same  sides  on 
the  second  floor  a 
spacious     balcony 
is   built,  and  on  the 
promenade 
arranged 


ATLANTIC 


roof  is  a  roomy 
The  interior  is  admirably 
The  ground  floor  is  divided 
into  commodious  apartments  consisting 
of  a  large  dining-room,  ladies'  parlor, 
hall,  model-room,  billiard-room  and  cafd, 
cloak-room  and  office.  There  are  seven- 
teen rooms  for  members  on  the  second 
floor  and  numerous  bath-rooms.  The 
third  floor  is  similarly  arranged. 

The  ea.stern  end  of  the  house  contains 
the  kitchen  and  servants'  quarters.  It 
is  also  of  three  stories.  On  the  first  floor 
are  a  store-room  and  refrigerator-room, 
laundry  and  drying-room,  the  kitchen 
proper,  servants'  dining-room,  engine 
and  boiler  rooms,  and  storage  place  for 
wood  and  coal.  The  servants'  dormito- 
ries are  on  the  second  and  third  floors. 

The  gronnds  by  next  year  will  assume 


a  pleasing  appearance,  when  the  lawns 
and  the  shrubs  and  the  flowers  have  had 
time  to  establish  themselves.  Outside 
and  inside,  nothing  but  praise  can  be 
uttered  by  the  most  fastidious  of  critics. 
While  stationed  at  Bay  Ridge  the 
club  enjoyed  many  of  its  most  glorious 
triumphs.  During  the  memorable  days 
of  the  three  international  cup  contests, 
the  anchorage  of  the  club  was  used  by 
an  immense  fleet  of  visiting  yachts,  to 
whose  owners  all  the  facilities  and  hos- 
pitalities of  the  house  were  fraternally 
tendered.  It  will  be  remembered  what 
busy  scenes  the  float  presented  during 
those  exciting  times,  with  its  flotilla  of 
gigs,  dinghies  and  launches  landing  and 
embarking  gay  parties  to  and  from  the 
squadron. 

The  Bay  Ridge 
station  was  always 
popular  with  the 
fair  sex  because  of 
the  frequent 
"hops  "  given  dur- 
ing the  season,  in 
h  o  n  o  r  of  sweet- 
hearts and  wives, 
after  the  good  and 
tim  e  •  ho  nor  ed 
custom  of  mar- 
iners. The  jolly 
luncheons  and  din- 
ners on  the  cool 
and  shady  piazzas 
were  alwa5's  ap- 
preciated by  the 
lady  contingent 
of  the  c  1  u  b — for 
be  it  known  to  all 
men,  and  women,  too,  for  that  matter, 
that  the  Atlantic  meml^ers  glory  in  their 
cuisine  and  have  always  exercised  due 


PHILIP  R.  ELSWORTH,  WHO  DESIGNED  "ATLANTIC. 


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TRUSTEE 
J.   F.   ACKERMAN. 


TRUSTEE 
GENERAL  THOS.   L.    WATSON, 


EX-VICE-COMMODORE 
E.    B.    HAVENS. 


skill  and  discrimination  in  their  choice 
of  a  chef. 

It  will  be  a  cause  of  perennial  joy 
to  the  veteran  members  that  the  Bay 
Ridge  club-house,  that  hospitable  build- 
ing in  which  so  many  jocund  hours  were 
passed,  the  scene  of  so  many  festivities, 
the  center  where  matches  were  made, 
contests  arranged,  and  best  of  all,  ma- 
rine battles  were  fought  over  and  over 
again  in  those  pleasant  evenings  in  the 
fall  of  the  year,  with  the  grateful  accom- 
paniments of  the  blue  smoke  of  fra- 
grant tobacco  and  the  petulant  pop  of 
corks,  still  remains  the  property  of  the 
club.  It  was  placed  on  a  raft,  towed 
down  to  Sea  Gate,  landed,  and  placed  in 
position  beside  the  new  main  building. 
It  was  fitted  up  with  forty  rooms  for 
members,  many  of  which  have  been 
rented  for  the  season.  Thus  the  old 
quarters  have    been  utilized,  and  they 


will  doubtless  furnish  a  considerable 
source  of  revenue  to  the  club,  as  well  as 
afford  a  fund  of  pleasant  reminiscences 
of  happy  days  now  gone. 

Such  was  the  origin  and  rise  of  the 
Atlantic  Yacht  Club.  That  its  liberal 
policy,  its  wise  and  enlightened  govern- 
ment, together  with  its  spirited  sports- 
manship, will  command  success  in  the 
future  as  in  the  past,  is  as  assured  as 
anything  in  this  sphere  of  uncertain- 
ties can  be.  Long  may  the  Atlantic 
Yacht  Club  flourish  as  the  home  of  good 
fellows  and  the  cradle  of  all  that  is  worth 
cultivating  in  the  domain  of  yachting, 
is  the  hope  and  prayer  of  every  son  of 
Neptune.  Worthy  sons  of  worthy  sires 
are  on  hand  to  carry  on  the  good  work, 
and  the  lesson  of  the  year,  that  yacht- 
ing can  materially  aid  the  nation's  safe- 
guarding, will  be  an  additional  incentive 
to  its  promotion  as  a  pastime. 


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0UTiNG's  Monthly  Review 


OF 


AMATEUR  SPORTS  AND  PASTIMES, 


ROWING   AT  THE  UNIVERSITIES,  1898. 


1 


T  is  not  a  sign  of 
idle  levity,  even 
in  these  times  of 
serious  war  by 
land  and  sea,  that 
many  a  man  and  wo- 
man will  be  mightily 
interested  in  the  peace- 
ful naval  contests 
June  will  witness  :  for 
the  courage  that  car- 
ries a  young  man 
through  a  hard- fought 
four-mile  boat-race 
may  and  probably  will 
find  useful  employ- 
ment in  after  life  in 
the  battles  of  war  or  peace.  The  dogged  te- 
nacity of  purpose,  the  well-trained  muscles  and 
mind,  the  implicit  obedience  to  the  principles 
of  rowing,  learned  after  many  a  weary  month's 
work,  the  instinctive  responses  to  each  new 
effort  called  for  by  coxswain  or  stroke — these 
are  qualities  not  to  be  despised,  nor  is  the 
manner  of  learning  them  to  be  contemned.  I 
is  more  than  a  boat-race,  gentle  reader,  that 
you  will  see  ;  it  is  one  means  toward  upbuild- 
ing a  nation,  morally  as  well  as  physically  ;  for 
I  venture  at  least  one  glittering  generality — 
that  the  youth  who  has  the  strength  of  body, 
self-control  and  ambition  to  undergo  what  in 
too  many  of  our  universities  is  the  drudgery 
of  training  for  a  boat-race,  has  the  making  of 
a  man  who  will  render  a  good  account  of  him- 
self everywhere.  It  is  rare  that  a  good-for- 
nothing  wins  a  place  on  a  university  crew. 

But  this  is  not  to  be  a  paper  on  the  ethics  of 
a  noble  sport  ;  rather  it  is  a  general  review  of 
an  interesting  season  nearing  its  culmination. 
Whatever  the  ultimate  dates  and  localities  of 
the  different  sets  of  races  may  prove  to  be, 
somethings  are  now  known  with  comparative 
certainty.  Harvard,  Yale  and  Cornell  are  to 
meet  at  New  London  ;  Cornell,  Columbia  and 
the  University  of  Pennsylvania  are  to  meet 
somewhere  else.     It  is,  in  my  judgment,  a  very 


great  pity  that  Poughkeepsie  has  been  aban- 
doned. The  course  there  is  an  excellent  one, 
certainly  as  fair  for  the  oarsmen  as  that  at  New 
London,  and  infinitely  better  for  the  spectators, 
who  surely  have  rights  to  be  considered.  That 
the  townspeople  will  or  will  not  "  do  something  " 
for  the  crews,  is  not  a  circumstance  properly  to 
be  taken  into  account.  A  contest  between 
amateurs  and  gentlemen  is  not  a  fit  subject  for 
an  auction  sale.  What  should  be  sought  is  the 
best  and  fairest  course  for  the  race — for  the 
oarsmen  primarily,  the  spectators  secondarily. 
Poughkeepsie  answered  this  test,  in  my  opin- 
ion. New  London  is,  perhaps,  second-best. 
Saratoga  is  better  suited  for  water  picnics  than 
for  first-class  boat-racing. 

Readers  of  Outing  will,  perhaps,  recollect 
that,  almost  incessantly  since  1891,  I  have  urged 
the  adoption  of  the  plan  that  is  this  year  in 
operation  at  Harvard.  Of  course  it  was  in- 
evitable that  that  plan  should  be  adopted  as  soon 
as  Mr.  Lehmann  assumed  charge  of  the  selection 
and  coaching  of  the  university  crew,  and  im- 
pressed the  soundness  of  his  views  on  rowing 
upon  the  university — or  rather  the  views  were 
neither  my  invention  nor  Mr.  Lehmann's  ;  they 
wee  the  teaching  of  experience  at  Oxford  and 
Cambridge,  bound  to  be  put  into  practice  by 
an  oarsman  who  had  gained  his  knowledge  of 
the  sport  there. 

What  is  this  system,  so  far  as  Harvard  has- 
adopted  it?  Simply  this:  No  attempt  was 
made  to  select  the  university  oarsmen  until 
after  the  class  races.  Nor  were  they  then  im- 
mediately selected,  for  two  crews,  called  first 
and  second,  were  made  up  afterward,  and. 
raced  against  each  other  later  on.  When  eight 
men  in  these  two  boats  have  proved  themselves 
to  be  the  best  oarsmen  in  training,  the  crew 
that  is  to  do  battle  for  the  crimson  will  be 
selected.  Thus  up  to  the  class  races  all  the 
men  who  chose  to  come  out  were  carefully  and 
indiscriminatingly  coached  upon  a  uniform 
plan  by  men  who  had  learned  Mr.  Lehmann's 
ideas.  The  class  races  were  far  more  exciting 
and  interesting  than   ever  before,   and  most 


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hotly  contested.  Most  of  the  men  in  the  four 
crews  rowed  well  ;  in  fact,  different  from  the 
usual  class-crew  men.  Thus,  indeed,  the  quon- 
dam monotony  of  training  was  broken.  The 
men  had  something  else  to  think  of  than  the 
twenty  minutes  in  June.  There  was  earnest 
rivalry  between  thirty-two  men  at  least  <rom 
early  in  January,  instead  of  a  perfunctory 
grind  by  a  dozen  or  so  as  heretofore.  What- 
ever the  results  this  year,  the  first  in  which  the 
3iew  plan  has  been  put  into  complete  operation, 
•can  any  reasonable  man  doubt  its  eventual  out- 
■come  ?  Is  it  not  infinitely  better,  from  all  but 
"the  most  clique-like  of  views,  that  as  many 
Tnen  as  possible  should  receive  the  best  possible 
and  uniform  coaching?  The  larger  the  body 
-of  experienced  oarsmen  to  choose  from,  the  bet- 
ter should  be  the  crew  finally  chosen.  And  the 
more  popular  the  sport  can  be  msitie  at  home — 
the  greater  the  number  of  men  who  can  be  in- 
duced to  engage  in  it — the  more  firmly  will  the 
sport  be  implanted  and  the  better  will  be  the 
standard  of  oarsmanship.  When  every  man 
who  likes  to  handle  an  oar  may  feel  that  he  has 
■only  to  show  his  proficiency  in  the  handling 
thereof  in  order  to  be  tried  for  a  place  on  his 
class-crew  and  then  for  the  university  crew,  the 
greater  the  interest  that  will  be  taken  in  row- 
ing. And  surely  that  is  a  consummation  all 
lovers  of  the  grand  sport  devoutly  wish. 

The  point  of  uniformity  of  style  is  quite  as  im- 
portant as,  if  not  more  so  than,  the  other  consid- 
eration. When  a  man  wishes  to  learn  how  to  row 
at  Cambridge  hereafter — unless  the  kaleido- 
scope of  Harvard  rowing  has  not  yet  been 
smashed  for  good  and  all — he  won't  be  per- 
plexed to  choose  between  the  Storrow,  the 
Bancroft,  the  Nelson  Perkins,  the  Lehmann, 
the  Watson,  etc.,  "strokes."  He  won't  have 
to  listen  to  learned  graduates  discourse  on  the 
beauties  of  their  particular  favorite  and  hear 
deep  lectures  upon  the  dynamic  forces  thereof 
. — he  will  just  simply  go  down  to  his  boat-house 
in  a  perfectly  natural  way,  and  in  a  perfectly 
natural  way  get  into  a  boat,  and  be  coached  in 
the  most  natural  way.  That's  all.  The  day  of 
the  theoretical  quidnuncs  will  have  departed 
forever,  and  a  man  will  be  able  to  indulge  in 
the  sport  as  if  it  were  a  sport  and  not  a  weighty 
mathematical  problem,  or  an  irrepressible  con- 
flict between  styles. 

What  will  the  result  of  this  new  plan  be  ?  It 
is  quite  impossible  to  form  any  comparison  be- 
tween the  Harvard,  Yale  and  Cornell  crews 
yet.  But  this  much  can  be  said  :  Harvard's 
J898  crew  will  be  physically  superior  to  her 
3897  crew. 

Mr.  Goodrich,  the  1897  captain  of  Harvard, 
rset  an  example  that  is  remarkable  for  its  rare- 
iness.  Feeling  himself  outclassed  for  this  year's 
crew,  he  resigned  the  captaincy  to  which  he 
had  been  re-elected,  and  withdrew  from  all  at- 
tempts- to  make  the  crew.  It  was  a  highly 
sportsmanlike  act,  emphasized,  as  it  was,  by  an 
immediate  attempt  on  his  part,  in  which  other 
■  oarsmen  joined  him,  to  enter  the  United  States 
service.  Mr.  J.  H.  Perkins  was  promptly 
-elected  captain,  and  Mr.  Higginson  will  in  all 
•probability  succeed  to  the  position  of  stroke. 
.Harvard's  freshmen  were  a  fairly  good  lot  last 
year.  Those  of  them  who  will  row  on  the  'var- 
-sity  this  year  will  have  had  two  seasons  of 
-coaching  upon  a  uniform  style.     The  two  Per- 


kinses will  have  a  similar  advantage.  Mr.  Leh- 
mann has  the  assistance  of  Mr.  WiUis,  and  he 
also  understands  the  American  physique  better 
than  he  did  a  year  ago.  So  that  Harvard's 
crew  should  give  a  much  better  account  of  it- 
self this  year. 

Yale's  crew  will,  apparently,  row  a  somewhat 
modified  form  of  last  year's  stroke.  Mr.  Cook 
evidently  believes  that  he  did  not  adopt  quite 
the  right  st3'le.  It  is  rumored  that  the  stroke 
and  swing  will  be  somewhat  shortened.  One 
may  disagree  with  his  ideas,  but  one  is  forced 
to  admit  that  Mr.  Cook  has  a  pretty  good 
knowledge  of  rowing.  I  have  never  thought 
that  his  crew,  rowing  according  to  his  old  ideas, 
while  pretty  to  look  at  and  effective  against  the 
crews  they  met  until  the  visit  to  Henley,  were 
coached  upon  entirely  correct  principles. 

It  is  quite  impossible  as  j^et  to  form  a  good  esti- 
mate of  the  crew.  It  will  contain  several  mem- 
bers of  last  year's  excellent  freshman  crew,  and 
so  should  show  up  well.  But  it  will  meet  a  very 
different  Harvard  crew  from  that  it  defeated  last 
year,  and  it  will  meet  quite  as  fast  ,a  Cornell 
crew,  unless  all  signs  fail.  Whatever  the  out- 
come, it  is  to  be  hoped  that  Yale  is  not  about 
to  inaugurate  a  period  of  fluctuating  strokes 
and  theories.  That  Mr.  Cook's  ideas  are  not  all 
good,  does  not  mean  that  they  are  all  bad.  If 
the  tendency  to  what  may  be  called  rapid-fire 
rowing  is  done  away  with,  if  the  recovery  is 
made  even  and  slow  and  the  stroke  in  the 
water  long  and  even,  if  the  men  use  backs  and 
legs  simultaneously,  there  is  no  reason  why  the 
rest  of  his  stroke  cannot  be  kept  as  it  is.  His 
men  seem  to  snap  at  .the  stretcher  instead  of 
to  press  hard  and  evenly  with  their  heels 
against  it  ;  but  they  do  get  a  hard  leg-drive. 
Yale  had  better  stick  to  Mr.  Cook  and  let  him 
work  out  his  and  her  cv/n  salvation.  I  regret 
that  she  has  kept  to  the  plan  of  long  n-  onotonous 
training  for  her  'varsity  candidates,  instead  of 
adopting  Harvard's  plan.  But  in  my  judgment 
it  is  only  a  matter  of  years  when  she  will  be 
forced  to  follow  her  rival's  example.  For  it  is 
altogether  too  common  to  hear  the  state  of  af- 
fairs which  admits  of  the  existence  of  large 
bodies  of  capable  oarsmen  at  Oxford  and  Cam- 
bridge, from  which  'varsity  crews  are  selected 
by  a  sifting  process,  praised  by  those  who  have 
witnessed  it,  to  allow  of  doubts  that  something 
similar  thereto  will  one  day  be  adoj^ted  here. 
We  are  not  so  wilfully  blind  to  our  own  inter- 
ests as  to  forever  decline  to  imitate  the  good  we 
see  in  other  countries. 

Cornell  will  have,  in  all  probability,  the  as» 
sistance  of  her  excellent  stroke  oar  of  1897,  Mr. 
Briggs.  In  himself  he  is  a  guarantee  that  the 
Ithacans  will  row  with  snap,  dash,  and  judg- 
ment. Whether  Courtney  will  adhere  to  the 
successful  style  of  last  year  or  not,  it  is  alto- 
gether too  early  to  knew.  I  should  judge  that 
he  will.  He  will  probably  develop  it  further, 
and  make  it  more  difficult  for  onlookers  to  rec- 
ognize as  the  "  Courtney  stroke,"  though  it 
may  be  such.  However,  if  his  crew  will  row 
in  as  good  form  as  last  year,  Mr.  Lehmann  will 
need  to  have  developed  a  wonderful  crew  at 
Cambridge  in  order  to  win.  There  is  reason  to 
be  thankful  m  that  Yale  finally  agreed  to  let 
Cornell  enter  the  race.  But  one  word  would 
have  described  any  other  course — unsportsman- 
like.    Cornell  has  earned  a  place  among  the 


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leaders  in  the  rowing  world.  Her  men  have 
proved  themselves  to  be  sportsmen. 

Her  oarsmen  have  for  the  last  two  or  three 
years  followed  a  plan  somewhat  similar  to  that 
now  in  vogue  at  Harvard.  Several  ci-ews  are 
made  up,  and  from  these,  after  trial  races,  t/ie 
•crew  is  ultimately  selected.  That  a  plan  will 
yet  be  adopted  whereby  there  will  be  developed 
a  large  number  of  trained  oarsmen,  I  believe. 
I  can  see  no  obstacle  in  the  way  of  either  en- 
larging the  scope  of  the  class  races,  or  altering 
them  so  as  to  make  them  more  representative. 

Columbia  has  changed  coaches  with  what 
result,  time  only  can  tell.  I  believe  that  Mr. 
'Cowles  still  exercises  a  general  supervision 
over  the  coaching,  and  his  style  of  rowing  is 
largely  to  be  maintained.  Columbia  is  unfor- 
tunate in  not  being  able  to  secure  the  continued 
■service  of  a  competent  coach.  This  perpetual 
changing  does  not  enhance  her  chances  of  as- 
suming a  proper  place  in  the  rowing  world. 
She  has  a  splendid  boat-house,  excellent  water 
and  a  few  enthusiastic  graduates.  But  her 
deus  ex  inachina,  who  is  to  teach  her  men 
the  right  way  to  row,  still  conceals  himself. 
She  will  probably  not  be  a  match  for  Cornell's 
well-trained  men,  who  have  the  advantage  of 
'Coaching  upon  consistent  lines.  What  her  crew 
will  be  capable  of  will  be  known  in  part,  when 
this  paper  appears  in  print,  as  a  result  of  their 
race  with  the  men  of  Annapolis. 

The  University  of  Pennsylvania  may  be  dis- 
missed with  the  single  remark  that  Ellis  Ward 
is  still  the  coach. 


In  this  very  general  review  I  have  not  men- 
tioned the  crews  of  the  University  of  Wiscon- 
sin and  of  other  institutions  that  will  some 
day  prove  themselves  no  mean  antagonists. 
But  I  have  not  attempted  to  do  more  than  to 
review  somewhat  generally  the  more  noticeable 
features  of  the  leading  crews. 

I  consider  that  rowing  at  our  universities  is 
in  a  transitional  state  at  present.  It  is  growing 
from  a  somewhat  despised  and  localized  sport 
into  one  of  the  first  magnitude.  It  is  assuming 
its  proper  place.  But  the  ideas  of  those  who 
have  guided  it  heretofore  have  been,  for  the 
most  part,  crude  and  provincial.  Now  they  are 
becoming  broader  and  formed.  A  uniform  sys- 
tem of  rowing  is,  slowly  but  surely,  taking  the 
place  of  the  many  "  strokes  "  of  the  past.  It  is 
coming  to  be  recognized  that  there  is  but  one 
right  way  in  rowing,  as  in  most  things.  And 
I  believe  that  in  spite  of  the  overwhelming 
excitement  of  the  war  with  Spain,  the  rowing 
season  of  1898,  particularly  the  race  between 
the  'varsity  crews  of  Harvard, Yale  and  Cornell, 
will  have  an  immense  influence  in  crystallizing 
the  many  diverse  ideas  of  the  past,  whichever 
crew  wins.  May  the  best  crew  win,  the  crew 
that  has  worked  most  faithfully,  most  unself- 
ishly. How  to  increase  interest  in  rowing  and 
the  number  of  participants  therein  is  the 
problem  that  all  our  universities  must  soon 
squarely  meet  or  fall  back  in  the  race  toward  a 
high  standard  of  oarsmanship. 

Chase  Mellen. 


LACROSSE. 


APRIL  i6th,  at  Bay  Ridge,  L.  I.,  the  Cres- 
cent A.   C.  met  the  College  of  the   city 
.  of  New  York  and  won  by  5  to  i. 

April  23d,  at  Hoboken,  N.J. ,  Stevens  In- 
stitute defeated  Montclair  A.  C.  by  2  goals  to  i. 

April  30th,  at  Bay  Ridge,^  the  Crescent  A.  C. 
won  from  Stevens  Institute  by  6  goals  to  3. 

April  30th,  at  Hoboken,  N.  J.,  Montclair 
played  Stevens  High  School  and  won  \)y  3  to  o. 

April  30th,  at  Baltimore,  Md.,  Johns  Hopkins 
University  won  from  Columbia  University  by 
7  to  2. 

May  4th,  at  Hoboken,  the  team  of  the  College 
•of  the  city  of  New  York  played  Stevens  Insti- 
tute and  were  beaten  by  8  goals  to  4. 

May  4th,  at  Bay  Ridge,  the  Crescent  A.  C. 
played  Swarthmore  College  team.  The  game 
resulted  in  a  victory  for  the  home  team  by 
2,  goals  to  2. 

May  5th,  at  Ithaca,  N.  Y.,  Cornell  played 
Hobart  College  and  beat  them  2  goals  to  i. 

May  5th,  at  Hoboken,  N.  J.,  Stevens  Institute 
won  from  Swarthmore  College  by  2  goals  to  o. 

May  7th,  at  Hoboken,  Johns  Hopkins  Uni- 
versity team  played  Stevens  Institute  and  were 
victorious  bv  8  goals  to  i. 


May  7th,  at  Swarthmore,  Lehigh  University 
and  Swarthmore  College  played  an  exciting 
game,  which  finished  in  a  draw,  each  team 
scoring  2  goals. 

May  13th,  at  Hoboken,  Stevens  Institute 
played  Harvard  University  team.  Stevens 
played  a  splendid  game  during  the  first  half, 
and  won  with  a  final  score  of  9  goals  to  2. 

May  14th,  at  Bay  Ridge,  Harvard  team  suf- 
fered another  defeat,  this  time  at  the  hands  of 
Crescent  A.  C.  team,  by  a  score  of  7  goals  to  3. 

The  Staten  Island  Club  and  the  Stevens  In- 
stitute team  played  a  close  game  at  West 
Brighton,  resulting  in  a  win  for  the  Islanders 
by  a  score  of  4  goals  to  3. 

At  Baltimore,  Johns  Hopkins  University  and 
Lehigh  played  a  very  exciting  game,  in  which 
Hopkins  secured  the  Intercollegiate  champion- 
ship and  a  victorj'  over  Lehigh  by  6  goals  to  5. 

May  i6th,  at  Berkeley  Oval,  the  Harvard  team 
gained  a  victory  over  Columbia  College  team 
by  8  goals  to  5. 

May  i8th,  at  Bay  Ridge,  Cornell  University 
were  defeated  by  the  Crescent  A.  C.  by  a  score 
of  3  goals  to  2. 

T.  C.  Turner. 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 
YACHTING. 


A' 


BOUT  thirty  of 
the  finest  ves- 
sels  in  our 
steam  pleasure 
fleet  have  been 
absorbed  by  the  Gov- 
ernment and,  in  the 
shape  of  armed  auxil- 
iary cruisers,  torpedo 
boats,  torpedo  catchers 
and  dispatch  boats,  are 
now  flying  the  flag  of 
the  United  States  Navy 
instead  of  the  prett}' 
yacht  ensign.  The  im- 
mense flotilla  of  small 
steam  yachts,  naphtha 
launches,  etc.,  that  ply 
on  the  sounds,  rivers 
and  inland  waters,  will 
be  in  commission  as 
usual,  the  conflict  hav- 
ing made  no  difference 
in  .  the  plans  of  their 
owners. 
Just  how  the  war  will  affect  the  sport  of  yacht 
racing,  it  is  hard  to  forecast  at  this  writing. 
The  New  York  Yacht  Club  has  announced 
that  its  June  regatta  will  not  be  sailed,  and 
circumstances  will  determine  whether  or  not 
the  annual  cruise  shall  be  discontinued  this 
year. 

The  Seawanhaka-Corinthian  Yacht  Club,  tak- 
ing a  less  alarming  view  of  the  situation,  has 
decided  to  carry  out  it'fe  racing  programme 
as  usual  in  spite  of  Spain  As  there  is  little 
likehood  of  a"  Spanish  armada  forcing  its  way 
into  Long  Island  Sound,  there  doesn't  seem 
much  risk  in  holding  regattas  on  that  splendid 
and  well-guarded  sheet  of  water. 

The  Atlantic  Yacht  Club,  now  ensconced  in 
its  magnificent  new  home  at  Sea  Gate,  will  have 
to  be  guided  by  circumstances.  The  restric- 
tions placed  by  the  Secretary  of  War  upon  the 
navigation  of  New  York  harbor  may  seriously 
hamper  the  yachtsmen  in  the  enjoyment  of 
their  sport.  No  vessels  are  allowed  to  pass 
Sandy  Hook  and  the  Narrows  between  dusk 
and  daylight,  and  during  that  interval  they 
must  not  approach  within  three  miles  of  Coney 
Island,  Gedney"s  Channel,  Sandy  Hook  or  the 
Narrows.  If  vessels  disregard  these  and  other 
regulations,  they  expose  themselves  to  serious 
damage  from  submarine  mines  and  Uncle 
Sam's  batteries.  A  special  channel  marked  by 
buoys  has  been  established  for  steam  vessels, 
and  must  be  passed  at  slow  speed.  These 
rules  are  strictly  enforced  by  a  flotilla  of  patrol 
boats.  It  will  thus  be  seen  that  the  Atlantic 
Yacht  Club  occupies  the  most  exposed  situation 
of  any  yachting  organization,  should  an  attack- 
ing fleet  attempt  the  bombardment  of  New 
York.  The  members  take  a  hopeful  view  of 
the  situation  and  expect  to  have  as  enjoyable  a 
season  as  though  peace  prevailed. 

The  owners  of  the  smaller  boats  will  race 
and  cruise  and  fish  as  they  have  always  done, 
but  the  possessors  of  the  larger  schooners  and 
single-stickers  are  a  little  shy  of  ordering 
their  vessels  into  commission  until  things  are 
straightened  out. 


Meanwhile,  the  clubs  have  shown  commend- 
able zeal  in  offering  whatever  help  they  can  to 
Uncle  Sam.  Commodore  Morgan  of  the  New 
York  Yacht  Club,  as  soon  as  war  was  declared, 
ordered  all  the  stations  of  the  club  into  com- 
mission and  placed  at  the  disposal  of  the  Gov- 
ernment. These  stations  are  ten  in  number, 
being  located  at  Bay  Ridge,  N.  Y. ;  New  York, 
foot  of  East  Twenty  sixth  street  ;  Whitestone, 
L.  I. ;  New  London,  Shelter  Island,  Newport, 
Vineyard  Haven,  Atlantic  Highlands,  Ardsley- 
on- Hudson  and  Glen  Cove,  L.  I.  These 
stations  have  fine  landing  stages  or  floats,  and 
have  good  telephone  and  telegraphic  facilities. 

The  Larchmont  Yacht  Club,  through  its 
trustees,  offered  to  Lieut.-Commander  Fields, 
U.  S.  N.,  in  command  of  the  Third  Coast  De- 
fense District,  the  full  use  of  the  club-house  and 
station,  including  accommodations  in  the  main, 
house  and  other  buildings,  the  use  of  floats, 
landing-stages,  naphtha  launches,  telegraph  in- 
struments and  long-distance  telephones. 

Up  to  this  date  no  American  yacht  has  fallen 
into  the  hands  of  Spain.  James  Gordon  Ben- 
nett's palatial  steam  yacht  Nainouna  was  chased 
by  a  Spanish  flotilla  while  on  her  way  from 
Cannes  to  Marseilles.  She  was  forced  to  put  into 
St.  Tropez,  thirty-seven  miles  from  Toulon. 
Among  the  other  American  yachts  in  the 
Mediterranean  are  Eugene  Higgins's  Varuna, 
valued  at  $500,000  ;  A.  J.  Drexel's  Margarita, 
Rutherford  Stuyvesant's  Archirus,  the  Na- 
rad a  and  the  Andria.  The  schooners  Noma 
and  Fletir-de-Lys  are  in  the  gravest  peril,  the 
first-named  having  left  New  York  for  Naples 
on  April  nth,  while  Fleur-de-Lys  was  at  Horta, 
a  Spanish  port,  on  April  5th.  The  Barracouta 
and  several  other  pleasure  craft  are  in  West 
Indian  waters.  Mr.  Robert  Goelet's  fine  yacht 
Na/una,  sister  to  the  Mayjioiuer,  arrived 
safely  at  Gourock  on  April  23d,  from  New 
York.  The  movements  of  these  vessels  will 
be  watched  with  interest  by  friends  and  foes. 

The  gifts  of  yachts  to  the  Government  with- 
out price  or  reward  have  not  been  many.  The 
most  valuable  offering  is  Howard  Gould's  Ni- 
agara, worth  more  than  $500,000.  Mr.  Fred. 
Augustus  Schermerhorn  gave  his  splendid 
steel  steamer  Free  La7ice,  designed  by  A.  Cary 
Smith  and  built  by  Lewis  Nixon  at  the  Cres- 
cent Shipyard,  Elizabethport,  N.  J.,  in  1895. 
She  is  137  feet  over  all,  109  feet  on  the  load 
water-line, with  20  feet  beam  and  8  feet  draught. 
She  is  a  very  fast  vessel.  Her  name  has  been 
altered  to  Vixen.  Dr.  Seward  Webb  tendered 
his  steam  yacht  Elfrida.  worth  $200,000.  No 
doubt,  there  are  others  who  are  hiding  their 
lights  under  a  bushel  for  modesty's  sake,  but 
their  patriotism  is  bound  to  achieve  publicity 
in  good  time. 

Among  the  many  yachtsmen  who  offered 
their  services  to  the  Government  were  C.  Oliver 
Iselin,  late  managing  owner  of  the  Defender; 
John  Jacob  Astor,  owner  of  the  big  steam  yacht 
Nonrviahal ;  Howard  Gould  of  the  Niagara; 
Congressman  Philip  B.  Low,  who  served  as  en- 
sign during  the  civil  war  on  the  Commodore 
Morris,  and  all  the  yachtsmen  who  are  enrolled 
in  the  Naval  Militia,  to  the  number  of  several 
hundred,  including  our  good  friend  who  ij  oa 
active  service  on  the  St.  Paul. 


YACHTING. 


301 


The  sale  of  the  steam  yacht  Corsair  to  the 
Government  by  Commodore  J.  Pierpont  Mor- 
gan, of  the  N,  Y.  Y.  C,  left  that  club  tempora- 
rily without  a  flagship.  This  defect  was  reme- 
died quickly,  the  Commodore  chartering  the 
wooden  auxiliary  steam  j^acht  Sagamore  from 
Mr.  John  H.  Hanan.  The  Sagamore  is  a  fine 
deep-water  cruiser  of  moderate  speed,  built  in 
1888  for  Mr.  William  A.  Slater.  She  is  186  feet 
over  all,  160  feet  on  the  load  water-line,  26  feet 
beam,  and  12  feet  draught.  She  is  rigged  as  a 
three-masted  topsail  schooner  and  has  triple 
expansion  engines  and  Scotch  boilers.  She  has 
circumnavigated  the  globe.  It  is  said  to  be  the 
intention  of  Commodore  Morgan  to  build  an- 
other steam  yacht  in  time  for  next  year's  cruise. 

The  little  fleet  of  knockabouts  built  by  Mr. 
W.  B.  Stearns,  of  Marblehead,  for  the  Seawan- 
haka-Corinthian  Yacht  Club  and  the  Country 
Club,  of  Westchester,  have  all  reached  their 
destinations.  They  were  subjected  to  sea- 
going tests  in  reefing  breezes  and  behaved 
quite  satisfactorily.  In  scrub-races  with  local 
"  cracks  "  they  are  said  to  have  shown  consid- 
erable speed. 

The   names  of  the  boats  and  their  owners 
follow  :  Dipper,  William  E.  Iselin  ;  Annawan, 
F.  G.  Bourne  ;  ^-Eolus,  L.  J.   Busby;  Mistral, 
H.   C.  Rouse  ;    Kewaydin,    R.    C.   Wetmore  ; 
Midge,  F.  W.   Boyer  ;  Golightly,  E.   H.  Nor- 
ton ;   Taifu,  George  Bullock  ;  Punkah,  George 
Trotter  ;    Bedouin,  Jr.,   J.   Murray   Mitchell 
Stella,  John  S.  Hoyt ;  IVakodo,  J.  T.  Sherman 
Sito,  K.  R.  Otis  ;  Sent  a,  Daniel  Bacon;  Tost  a 
John    C.    Scott  ;     Wyjitje,    F.    S.    Hastings 
Imski,  E.  C.  Benedict ;  Bee,  Nelson   B.   Burr 
Lady  Blanche,  C.   K.    G.   Billings  ;  Frances 
George  G.    Milne  ;    Dacoit,  G.    R.    Maxwell 
Gloria,    J.    R.    Maxwell,  Jr. ;    Bauble,    T.    S 
Young,  Jr. ;  Perchance,   E.   C.  Potter  ;  Ditto 
H.    S.    Redmond  ;    Mo sq  into     E.    Randolph 
Kathaina,  H.  O.  Havemeyer,  Jr.;  Lucille,  D. 
Bacon. 

The  boats  unnamed  at  the  time  this  was 
written  are  owned  by  Messrs.  W.  R.  Garrison, 
William  Laimbeer,  J.  A.  Hafriman,  A.  de  Na- 
varro and  J.  G.  Agar.  The  decision  of  the 
Seawanhaka  Corinthian  Yacht  Club  that  no 
change  in  its  regular  programme  \yill  be  made 
because  of  hostilities  with  Spain,  has  rejoiced 
the  hearts  of  the  knockabout  men,  who  look  for- 
ward to  great  sport  in  the  many  events  to 
which  these  brave  little  ships  are  eligible.  The 
race  from  Oyster  Bay  to  New  London  and 
back,  during  the  college  rowing  week,  will  be 
a  popular  feature. 

Of  this  class  Mr.  Iselin's  Dipper  was  the 
first  to  be  tried  under  canvas.  The  Cohasset 
one-design  class,  also  built  by  Mr.  Stearns,  is 
very  similar  to  the  Seawanhaka,  but  the  draft 
of  hull  is  only  3  feet  6  inches,  the  centerboard 
being  deeper  and  the  sail  area  600  square 
feet. 

Messrs.  C.  T.  Pierce,  O.  E.  Cromwell,  E. 
Burton  Hart,  Jr. ;  W.  P.  Stephens,  O  H.  Chell- 
borg,  F.  Bowne  Jones,  and  Charles  P.  Tower, 
the  Executive  Committee  of  the  Yacht  Racing 
Association  of  Long  Island  Sound,  at  its  first 
meeting  of  the  year  organized  by  electing  Mr. 
Cromwell  chairman.  Charles  P.  Tower  was 
elected  secretary  in  place  of  Mr.  Jones,  who 
declined  to  act  any  longer,  as  he  is  the  secretary 


of  the  Yacht  Racing  Union  of  North  America. 
A  vote  of  thanks  for  his  long  and  faithful  serv- 
ices was  extended  to  him. 

A  new  rule  relating  to  measurement  was 
passed  providing  that  any  yacht  whose  meas- 
urement has  been  increased  to  such  an  extent 
as  to  place  her  in  a  class  above  that  in  which 
she  sailed  prior  to  November,  1896,  shall  assume 
the  maximum  length  of  that  class.  Yachtsmen 
who  are  interested  in  the  association  should 
note  that  the  new  secretary's  address  is  New 
Rochelle,  N.  Y. 

The  safety  and  seaworthiness  of  Mr.  H.  C. 
Roome's  naphtha  yacht  Waikiki  was  proved 
by  her  winter  cruises  along  the  Atlantic  coast, 
from  New  York  to  New  Orleans.  Her  owner 
was  so  pleased  by  her  performance  in  all 
weathers  that  he  is  now  engaged  in  another  ex- 
tensive cruise  which  ought  to  prove  delightful. 
His  itinerary  is  up  the  Mississippi  and  Illinois 
Rivers  to  Chicago;  thence  down  the  lakes  to  the 
St.  Lawrence,  to  Montreal  and  Quebec;  thence 
down  and  across  the  Gulf  of  St.  Lawrence  to 
the  Labrador  coast,  to  Newfoundland,  Nova 
Scotia,  and  across  the  Bay  of  Fundy  to  ports 
in  Maine.  After  this  the  yacht  will  go  to  Bos- 
ton, round  Cape  Cod  and  through  Vineyard 
and  Long  Island  Sounds  to  New  York.  This 
is  quite  a  voyage  for  so  small  a  craft,  for  the 
Waikiki  is  only  54  feet  long,  with  9  feet  beam 
and  3  feet  8  inches  draft,  but  she  is  a  splendid 
seaboat  with  luxurious  accommodations  below, 
every  inch  of  space  being  utilized.  She  is 
propelled  by  a  multiple  cylinder  gas  engine  of 
28  horse-power. 

Her  skipper,  after  her  behavior  in  a  heavy 
gale  in  the  Gulf  of  Mexico,  says,  he  will  go  any- 
where in  her. 

Mr.  Clinton  H.  Crane  has  designed  two  20- 
footers  for  the  Seawanhaka  trial  races.  He 
has  returned  to  New  York  after  studying  all 
winter  in  the  Department  of  Naval  Architecture 
of  the  Glasgow  University.  The  St.  Lawrence 
Boat  Company,  of  Ogdensburg,  N.  Y.,  is  build- 
ing the  boats  which  were  ordered  by  the  mem- 
bers of  the  club  to  compete  for  the  honor  of 
representing  America  in  the  international  races 
to  be  held  in  Montreal  next  August  for  the 
Seawanhaka  trophy. 

The  Syce  will  have  yet  another  competitor 
this  season  in  the  51-foot  class,  in  the  shape  of 
a  centerboard  craft,  to  be  built  by  C.  C.  Han- 
ley  for  Mr.  H.  W.  Hanan,  who  has  sold  his  34- 
footer  Acushla,  the  winner  of  many  hard- 
sailed  races,  to  Commodore  Wills,  of  the  Indian 
Harbor  Yacht  Club. 

The  Associated  Fleet  of  San  Francisco  Har- 
bor consists  of  the  San  Francisco  Y.  C,  Pacific 
Y.  C,  Corinthian  Y.  C,  Encinal  Y.  C,  Cali- 
fornia Y.  C,  and  South  Bay  Y.  C.  These  or- 
ganizations are  included  in  the  Pacific  Inter- 
Club  Yacht  Association. 

Mr.  J.  B.  King,  owner  of  schooner  Elsejn- 
arie,  will  disport  in  Newport  waters  this  sea- 
son in  a  fin-keel  craft  modeled  somewhat  after 
the  shape  of  the  famous  Diletnma,  pioneer  of 
the  class.  She  is  in  course  of  construction  at 
the  yard  of  Hallock  &  Son,  Center  Moriches, 
L.  I.  She  is  38  feet  over  all.  25  feet  on  the  load 
water-line,  with  7  feet  6  inches  beam. 

A.  J.  Kenealy. 


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THE    BALD     EAGLE. 


THE  bald  eagle,  or  white-headed  sea  eagle 
{Halmettis  leticocephalus),  is  the  great 
American  eagle  which  has  of  late  been 
doing  considerable  screaming.  Well- 
informed  men  have  regretted  that  this 
bird  should  figure  as  the  national  emblem,  for, 
to  tell  the  truth,  he  is  a  mangy  sort  of  a 
"crittur."  The  term  "bald"  is  misleading, 
as  the  bird's  head  is  well  covered  with  feathers, 
which  after  the  third  year  turn  from  a  brown- 
ish gray  to  a  beautiful  snowy  white.  The 
tail  in  the  mature  specimen  is  also  white.  The 
body  and  wings  are  dark  brown.  The  size 
of  the  bird  and  his  immense  spread  of  wing 
give  him  an  imposing  appearance  when  he  is 
seen  wheeling  high  overhead.  His  expres- 
sion, too,  is  sternly  savage,  indeed,  rather 
suggestive  of  a  dashing  courage  which  this 
eagle  does  not  possess.  His  relative,  the  golden 
eagle,  is  a  much  finer  bird,  and  one  which  might 
better  serve  as  our  national  emblem,  as  he  is 
full  (3f  dash  and  courage.  Strong  and  swift  of 
wing,  and  stout  of  heart,  he  stoops  from  his 
height  and  secures  his  prey  by  fair  and  coura- 
geous attacks. 

Not  so  the  bald-headed.  More  than  half  a 
coward  at  heart,  he  may  even  prefer  wave- 
washed  carrion  to  the  fair  spoil  of  gallant 
chase.  He  it  is  that  watches  the  toiling  osprey 
at  his  craft  of  fisherman,  and  robs  the  hawk  of 
his  hard- won  prize;  in  fact,  he  is  a  bully  and  a 
bluffer,  a  sort  of  walking  delegate  in  feathers 
who  lives  off  the  labor  of  others  and  who  takes 
precious  good  care  not  to  labor  too  much  him- 
self. 

The  female,  as  is  usual  with  birds  of  prey, 
is  the  larger  and  stronger,  and  she  too  in  full 
plumage  wears  the  snowy  head  and  tail. 

The  range  of  this  eagle  runs  from  Canada 
to  Mexico,  but  the  bird  is  nowhere  very  plenti- 


ful. The  result  of  my  observations  goes  to 
show  that  it  is  as  frequently  seen  in  the  vicinity 
of  Niagara  and  about  the  great  lakes  as  any- 
where in  the  country. 

This  eagle's  favorite  food  is  fish,  most  of 
which  is  secured  by  robbing  the  osprey,  or  fish- 
hawk,  of  its  captures.  The  eagle  also  occasion- 
ally preys  upon  young  lambs,  young  pigs, 
hares,  and  the  larger  game-birds,  and  it  will 
devour  dead  fish  which  it  finds  floating  or  cast 
ashore. 

A  nest  of  this  species  in  some  tall  tree  forms 
a  very  conspicuous  feature  in  the  landscape, 
and  one  is  certain  to  find  beneath  it  fragments 
of  fish  or  whatever  the  young  have  been  fed 
upon.  The  birds  appear  to  mate  for  life,  and 
the  pair  usually  returns  to  the  same  nest  season 
after  season. 

The  nest  is  a  massive  structure  of  stalks  and 
rubbish,  usually  placed  in  a  big  tree  or  upon 
some  almost  inaccessible  rocky  ledge.  The 
eggs  are  two  in  number,  white,  and  about 
three  inches  in  length. 

1  well  remember  a  nest  in  a  huge  elm  near 
Rondeau  Harbor,  Lake  Erie.  For  years  the 
eagles  came  to  it,  and  throughout  the  season, 
for  shore-bird  shooting  I  used  to  see  the  old 
birds  perched  near  the  nest,  or  wheeling  in 
the  higher  blue,  or  else  beating  along  the  lake 
shore  in  quest  of  supplies.  Upon  one  occasion 
I  had  dropped  some  curlew  into  the  open  water, 
and  to  my  surprise,  the  male  eagle  came  along, 
poised  above  a  floating  bird,  then  lowered  him- 
self,  seized  the  curlew  and  bore  it  away.  This 
was  the  only  time  I  ever  saw  a  bird  of  prey 
take  a  quarry  from  the  water. 

The  bald-head  is  now  a  rare  bird,  and  is 
growing  scarcer,  owing  to  the  efforts  of  a  cer- 
tain class  of  shooters  who  have  more  shells 
than  they  have  sense.  It  is  no  uncommon 
thing  to  hear  an  exultant  gunner  describe  the 
killing  of  an  eagle  which  measured  so  many 
feet  across  the  spread  wings.  Killings  of  this 
nature  are  merely  -killings,  not  sport,  for  there 
is  neither  sport  nor  glory  in  the  slaughter  of 
such  a  bird.  It  would  be  much  better  to  aim 
the  gun  at  useful  game  and  allow  the  poor 
eagle  to  swing  free,  for  he  does  no  serious  harm 
and  he  is  a  picturesque  feature  of  the  landscapQ 
which  once  destroyed  can  never  be  replaced. 

The  specimen  from  which  my  drawing  was 
made  was  shot  near  Lake  Erie  some  years  ago. 
While  regretting  his  death,  I  did  the  best  I 
could  for  him  by  mounting  him  as  he  appears. 
He  was  an  old  specimen  and  in  perfect  plu- 
mage. 

SOME    BLACK-BASS    WATERS. 

June  days  bring  joy  to  the  heart  of  the  bass 
fisher,  for  the  bass,  be  he  large  or  small- 
mouthed,  is  ever  a  stout  hearted,  hard  fighting 
fellow.  Rods  will  be  busy  about  the  well- 
known  waters  of  New  York,  New  England,  and 
New  Jersey,  while  many  anglers  will  fare 
farther  in  quest  of  sport.  Fortunately  the 
black  bass  is  widely  distributed.  The  mere 
mention  of  Wisconsin  waters  will  at  once  rouse 
the  enthusiasm  of  the  fisherman  who  knows 
them.  The  Fox  Lake  chain  in  Illinois  has 
yielded  many  a  heavy  string,  as  has  the  Niagara, 
one  night's  run  from  New  York.     The  sport 


KENNEL. 


l^Z 


among  the  Thousand  Islands  of  the  St.  Law- 
rence hardly  requires  comment,  while  but  a 
short  distance  from  them  are  the  Rideau 
waters,  part  canal,  part  lal^es,  extending  from 
Kingston,  Ontario,  to  Ottawa,  a  distance  of 
125  miles,  and  much  of  the  way  good  fishing. 
Other  fine  waters  in  Ontario  include  Sharbot 
Lake,  the  river  Trent,  and  adjacent  lakes, 
the  Severn  River,  the  Muskok;a  region,  and  the 
wonderful  Georgian  Bay  close  beside  it.  Lake 
St.  Clair,  at  the  "  Flats,"  at  Mitchell's  Bay, 
and  about  the  mouth  of  the  Thames  River,  I 
have  always  found  reliable;  and  the  same  may 
be  said  of  many  points  on  Lake  Erie,  notably 
Rondeau  Harbor.     Nearly  all  of  these  waters 


contain  plenty  of  that  greatest  of  all  pike,  the 
muskallonge,  besides  pike  and  the  smaller 
varieties  of  bass,  usually  classed  as  "  pan-fish." 
For  muskallonge,  live  minnows,  spoons,  and 
some  of  the  artificial  minnows  are  the  most 
deadly  lures.  For  black  bass,  I  have  found 
crawfish,  white  grubs,  li/e  minnows,  frogs, 
worms,  grasshoppers,  and  standard  flies  to  be 
effective  about  in  the  order  as  named.  Bass  are 
very  capricious  feeders,  and  the  wise  angler  will 
change  bait  frequently  before  giving  up  on  a  day 
when  the  fish  appear  indifferent.  Fly-fishers 
should  include  bucktail.  Governor  Alvord,  ibis, 
silver  doctor,  coachman,  and  Lord  Baltimore 
in  the  book  with  such  others  as  may  be  fancied. 
Ed.  W,  Sandys. 


KENNEL. 


"  PRINCETON     MONARCH,"    OWNED     BY   W.    J.    AND 
L.    W.    GARTNER. 

THE   BULL-TERRIER    CLUB'S    SHOW. 

THE  Bull-Terrier  Club's  inaugural  show 
was  held  at  the  American  Horse  Ex- 
change April  2ist,  22d.  The  building 
afforded  plentj'^of  room,  and  was  excel- 
lent for  the  purpose,  and  the  benching  and 
management  were  all  that  could  be  desired.  In 
number  and  quality  the  exhibits  were  highly 
satisfactory,  but  the  same  cannot  be  said  of  the 
attendance,  which  was  much  lighter  than  the 
merits  of  the  show  deserved.  This  was  prob- 
ably owing  to  the  excessive  price  of  admission. 
Whatever  may  have  been  the  reason,  the  pub- 
lic did  not  patronize  the  venture  ;  and  it  is  quite 
certain  that  a  large  attendance  will  never  be 
put  on  record  under  the  conditions  which  gov- 
erned the  inaugural. 

The  principal  winners  were  as  follows  : 

Bull-terriers,  puppies,  dogs^ist,  F.  F.  Dole's 
Edgewood  Klondyke  ;  2d,  W.  G.  Garland's 
White  Chip  ;  3d,  D.  Keenan's  Victor.  Bitches 
— A.  Albright,  Jr.'s  American  Belle  ;  2d,  J.  L. 
Arden's  Babbie. 

Novice,  dogs — ist,  W.  J.  and  L.  W.  Gartner's 
Princeton  Monarch  ;  2d,  C.  A.  Stevens'  Billy 
Fairplay  ;  3d,  C.  Wolfe's  Transvaal.  Bitches 
— ist,  W.  S.  Gurnee,  Jr.'s  Jersey  Lass  ;  2d,  A. 
Thomson's  Victrix  ;  3d,  J.  L.  Arden's  Rix. 

Dogs  (under  30  lbs.)— ist,  M.  T.  Finn's  Tav- 


ern Duke  ;  2d,  J.   Conway's  Dick   Burge  ;  3d, 

F.  F.  Dole's  Edgewood  Klondyke.  Bitches 
(under  30  lbs.) — ist,  H.  Davenport's  Compas- 
sion ;  2d,  F.  F.  Dole's  Edgewood  Countess  ;  3d, 
A.  Albright,  Jr.'s  American  Belle. 

Dogs  (over  30  lbs.) — ist,  W.  J.  and  L.  W. 
Gartner's  Princeton  Monarch  ;  2d,  C.  Wolfe's 
Transvaal;  3d,  C.  R.  Pratt's  Frohman.  Bitches 
(over  30  lbs.) — ist,  J.  Conway's  Modesty  ;  2d, 
J.  L.  Arden's  Lady  Nell;  3d,  Wm.  Faversham's 
Lady  Marlborough. 

Open,  dogs  (under  30  lbs.) — ist,  M.  T.  Finn's 
Tavern  Duke  ;  2d,  J.  Conway's  Dick  Burge  ; 
3d,  J.  L.  Arden's  Dusty  Diamond.  Open, 
bitches  (under  30  lbs.)— ist,  W.  J.  and  L.  W. 
Gartner's  Lady  Clare. 

Open,  dogs  (over  30  lbs.) — ist,  Princeton  Mon- 
arch ;  equal  2d,  F.  F.  Dole's  Woodcote  Wonder 
and  J.  L.  Arden's  Tommy  Tickle.  Open, 
bitches  (over  30  lbs.) — ist,  J.  Conway's  Modesty; 
2d,  S.  W.  Fells'  Jersey  Lady  ;  3d,  W.  S.  Gur- 
nee, Jr.'s,  Jersey  Lass. 

Winners,  dogs — ist,  Princeton  Monarch  ;  re- 
serve, Woodcote  Wonder.  Bitches — ist,  J. 
Conway's  Modesty  ;  2d,  Messrs.  Gartner's  Lady 
Clare. 

The  popular  little  Bostons  were  out  in  force, 
and  some  very  good  specimens  were  shown. 
White  English  terriers  formed  a  small  class,  as 
did  black-and-tans.  Fox-terriers,  smooth-  and 
wire-haired,  made  a  brave  showing,  Messrs. 
Geo.  H.   Gooderham,  L.  and  W.  Rutherford, 

G.  M,  Carnochan,  C.  D.  Purroy,  and  Stedman 
and  Redner  being  the  principal  exhibitors. 
Irish,  Scottish,  Airedale,  Welsh,  Skye,  Bedling- 
ton,  Yorkshire,  and  toy  terriers  were  fairly  well 
represented. 

The  bulldogs  were  quite  a  feature  of  the 
show.  Among  the  notables  were  J.  Sheldon's 
Bombard  and  First  Success,  W.  C.  Codman's 
Glen  Monarch  and  Bridge  Domino,  J.  H.  Day's 
Ladas,  G.  M.  Valentine's  Don  Juan  and  Sally 
Bowden,  C.  G.  Hopton's  L' Ambassador,  Robin 
Pelagia,  Rodney  His  Lordship  and  Rodney 
Alma  ;  Tyler  Morse's  Beaver  Brook  Empress, 
Dowager  and  Phenomenon  ;  B.  Wells'  Lord  Yar- 
mouth and  Beaumaris  Fortune,  and  E.  K.  Aus- 
tin's Orient  Don. 

The  chief  exhibitors  of  dachshunde  were  L. 
A.  Klein,  Dr.  Motschenbacher,  and  F.  A.  Hurt- 
leb.  Among  the  French  bulldogs,  Mrs.  Gillig's 
well-known  team,  Dimboolaa,  Diabutsu  and 
Mikko,  were  prominent. 

Nomad. 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


BASEBALL. 


BASEBALL   IN    THE   EAST. 

this  account  is  being 
written  the  college 
teams  are  putting  on 
the  finishing  touches 
for  the  first  of  what  are 
known  as  the  big 
games.  The  play  for 
the  month  has  been,  on 
the  whole,  unusually 
steady  and  close. 
Games  with  compara- 
tively few  errors  have 
been  numerous.  The 
leading  nines  seem  un- 
usually well  balanced 
and  also  well  matched, 
so  that  some  good  con- 
tests should  result  dur- 
ing the  next  six  weeks. 
The  Southern  trips 
of  Harvard,  Yale  and 
Princeton,  were  unusu- 
ally successful  from  the 
Northern  point  of  view, 
few  games  being  prevented  by  poor  weather 
and  the  greater  part  of  the  games  pla3'ed  re- 
sulting in  victories  for  the  Northern  colleges. 
Harvard  did  particularly  well,  losing  only  to 
Georgetown,  and  then  by  a  close  score. 

Princeton  has  been  having  a  hard  time  with 
her  team,  and  has  lost  one  of  her  best  plaj^ers 
just  as  the  Harvard  games  are  coming  on. 
Kafer  has  been  recently  elected  captain  and 
seems  to  be  getting  good  work  out  of  his  men, 
all  things  considered.  The  great  weakness  is 
in  the  batting  and  the  tendency  on  the  part  of 
the  new  men  to  goto  pieces  in  the  field  at  critical 
moments,  the  natural  result  of  inexperience. 

Captain  Kafer  is  playing  splendidly  behind 
the  bat  and  throws  and  hits  as  well  as  ever. 
Hildebrand  has  been  very  effective  in  the  box, 
having  plenty  of  speed  and  endurance  and  fair 
-curves.  He  bats  very  well.  Harrison,  his 
•substitute,  has  pitched  some  excellent  games, 
l>ut  lacks  control,  his  bases  on  balls  proving 
-very  costljr.  Kelly  is  no  longer  with  the  team, 
and  his  place  at  first  has  been  taken  at  very 
short  notice  by  Mattis  of  last  year's  Lawrence- 
ville  team.  It  is  too  early  to  say  much  of  the 
new  men,  but  it  seems  certain  that  Kelly's 
snappy,  accurate  fielding  and  reliable  batting 
will  be  much  missed.  Burke,  at  second,  and 
Hutchings,  at  third,  are  fielding  very  well,  but 
batting  poorly.  Butler,  at  short,  has  improved 
greatly  in  his  fielding,  but  is  still  weak  at  the 
bat.  Easton  is  the  same  reliable  outfielder  and 
liitter,  and  Suter  has  been  fielding  well  and  is  a 
;good  run-getter.  Thompson,  at  center,  is  a 
fair  fielder,  but  is  not  particularly  strong  at 
the  bat.  On  the  whole,  Princeton  has  an  ex- 
-cellent  battery,  but  has  only  four  good  fielders, 
and  may  be  expected  to  prove  unsteady  in  the 
field,  particularly  away  from  home.  The  team 
lias  labored  under  many  disadvantages  so  far, 
and  deserves  great  credit  for  its  good  showing. 
Yale's  team  seems  to  be  playing  perhaps  the 
strongest  game  among  the  Eastern  colleges  just 
at  present.  The  men  are  batting  quite  steadily, 
though  not  heavily,  and  the  fielding  is  improv- 


ing. Best  of  all,  the  battery  work  seems  likely  to 
be  very  strong,  and  this  suppo.sed  weak  spot 
in  Yale's  team  no  longer  exists.  Sullivan  is 
doing  all  the  catching,  and,  though  not  a  really 
first-class  man,  he  is  steady  and  reliable  enough 
to  hold  the  confidence  of  his  pitcher  and  the 
other  members  of  the  nine.  He  has  no  first- 
class  substitute  in  case  of  injury.  Fearey  has 
developed  very  rapidly  as  a  pitcher,  and  is  to- 
day perhaps  the  most  effective  of  the  college 
pitchers  of  this  section.  He  is  large  and  strong, 
has  plenty  of  speed  and  endurance,  and  good 
curves  and  control.  Beyond  this,  he  is  a  good 
ball-player,  and  not  a  mere  pitching  machine, 
which  helps  in  tight  places.  Hall,  the  best  of 
the  substitutes,  has  also  done  excellent  work  in 
some  of  the  minor  games.  Yale  is  stronger  in 
pitchers  than  she  has  been  since  the  days  of 
Carter. 

The  infield  is  playing  very  good  ball,  Hazen, 
at  third,  being  the  weak  spot,  which  is  not  to 
be  wondered  at,  as  he  has  never  before  played 
the  position  and  is  not  at  home  there. 

Wadsworth,  at  first,  is  a  good  fielder,  and  has 
been  batting  well.  De  Saulles,  at  second,  is 
rather  a  brilliant  player,  with  all  that  such 
playing  usually  implies,  while  Camp,  at  short,  is 
fielding  and  batting  very  strongly.  The  out- 
field is  composed  of  three  good  hitters  and 
plays  a  fair  game  in  the  field,  Greenway  being 
perhaps  the  best  all-round  player  on  the  team, 
wnth  Wear  and  Wallace  considerably  above  the 
average  as  college  outfielders.  With  Fearey 
in  good  trim,  Yale  is  undoubtedly  stronger  than 
at  her  best  last  year. 

Harvard's  team  has  proved  an  agreeable  sur- 
prise and  has  made  an  excellent  record  for  itself 
in  the  practice  games.  The  team  is  not,  how- 
ever, batting  at  all  strongly,  and  with  its  pres- 
ent pitching  material  will  certainly  lose  mosto^ 
its  important  games  unless  the  batting  im- 
proves. Single  figures  in  base-hits  will  hardly 
bring  enough  runs  to  win  from  Yale  and  Prince- 
ton. Reid  has  shown  himself  a  remarkably 
good  catcher  and  puts  plenty  of  life  into  his 
work.  His  throwing  is  also  good  and  his  bat- 
ting reliable,  though  not  heavy.  Davis  makes 
a  good  substitute,  but  lacks  life.  Morse,  Coz- 
zens,  Hayes  and  Fitz  are  all  pitching  good  ball, 
though  no  one  of  them  is  now  the  equal  of 
Fearey  or  Hildebrand.  Morse  seems  to  be  the 
favorite,  and  will  probably  pitch  the  Princeton 
game  on  May  14th.  His  speed  is  his  strong 
point,  and  lack  of  variety  his  weak  one.  With 
another  month's  experience  he  should  make  a 
very  effective  pitcher.  The  other  three  men 
hardly  have  a  good  chance  to  show  their  value, 
as  the  schedule  does  not  give  work  enough  for 
four  men.  The  infield  has  been  playing  a  very 
steady  and,  for  Harvard,  a  snappy  game.  Mc- 
Cormick  has  fitted  well  into  his  new  place  at 
first,  and  Haughton  covers  considerable  ground 
at  second.  Clark,  at  third,  is  doing  well  for  a 
new  man,  and  Laughlin,  at  short,  is  very  active, 
covers  plenty  of  ground,  and  is  the  life  of  the 
infield.  He  has  been  batting  very  steadily, 
runs  bases  well,  and  is  the  team's  best  run-get- 
ter. The  outfield,  composed  of  Rand,  Burgess, 
and  either  Lynch  or  Cozzens,  is  fielding  well 
but  batting  poorly. 

The  whole  team  plays  well  in  the  field,  but 


BASE  HALL. 


305 


must  do  better  hitting  to  win  the  important 
games  now  coming. 

The  Harvard  second  team  is  probably  the 
best  example  among  our  colleges  of  a  ball 
team  "  playing  the  game  for  the  game's  sake," 
and  not  for  the  glory  to  be  had  from  it.  The 
team  is  regularly  organized  from  those  of  the 
unsuccessful  'varsity  candidates  who  are  will- 
ing to  train  and  practice  for  the  fun  of  playing 
with  a  well-drilled  nine.  The  nine  has  a  man- 
ager and  schedule  of  its  own,  and  makes  vari- 
ous trips  to  neighboring  colleges,  but  always 
without  the  flourish  and  excitement  generally 
attendant  upon  similar  trips  by  'varsity  nines. 
The  men  know  that  the  university  at  large 
takes  little  interest  in  them,  and  play  their 
home  games  with  almost  no  spectators,  and  yet 
their  playing  is  always  full  of  snap  and^go,  and, 
what  is  best  of  all,  their  team  play  is  excellent. 
There  being  no  spectators  there  are  no  "star 
players."  The  second  nine  is  hardly  the  equal 
of  the  'varsity,  principally  because  the  best  of 
the  pitchers  and  catchers  are  always  with  the 
'  latter  nine,  but  a  victory  over  their  more  famoiis 
rivals  is  not  uncommon.  The  plan  has  many 
good  points  apparent  to  everyone,  and  keeps 
the  'varsity  well  supplied  with  well-trained 
substitutes  ready  at  a  minute's  notice.  This 
plan  of  a  second  nine  has  been  tried  at  all  our 
large  colleges,  but  is  nowhere  so  successful  as 
at  Cambridge. 

At  the  University  of  Pennsylvania  the  nine 
is  slowly  developing  into  the  best  team  Penn- 
sylvania has  had  in  some  3'^ears.  The  nine  re- 
sembles Harvard  in  that  its  pitchers  are  not 
particularly  strong  or  the  batting  good,  but 
both  of  these  troubles  bid  fair  to  be  remedied 
to  a  great  extent  with  a  few  weeks  of  practice. 
Brown,  a  left-hander,  is  by  all  odds  the  best  of 
the  pitchers,  and  his  work  In  the  Georgetown 
game  shows  improvement  over  his  previous 
best  performances.  Gillender  is  a  good  catcher, 
and  throws  and  bats  fairly.  The  infield  is  made 
up  of  Cheyney  at  first,  Jackson,  who  has  been 
brought  in  from  the  outfield,  at  second,  and  Wil- 
helm  and  Robinson  at  short  and  third.  This 
makes  a  strong  fielding  combination,  particu- 
larly at  short  and  third,  where  the  men  play 
well  together.  Houston,  Frazier,  and  Thomp- 
son make  up  the  outfield,  the  first-named  being 
the  strongest  hitter  of  the  three.  The  fielding 
is  very  steady  and  at  times  brilliant,  but  the 
batting  needs  strengthening  if  the  team  is  to 
take  place  in  the  front  rank.  Pennsylvania  still 
needs  more  good  games  to  make  her  schedule 
complete.  Harvard  and  Cornell  are  her  only 
great  rivals  from  this  section  at  present. 

Cornell  has  reaped  her  reward  for  three  years 
of  hard  work  at  developing  a  ball  nine,  and  has 
celebrated  by  winning  her  first  big  game  of  the 
season  of  1898,  defeating  Harvard  for  the  first 
time  in  her  baseball  history.  Captain  Young 
is  an  ideal  catcher,  and  hits  and  throws  very 
strongly.  His  life  and  energy  are  great  factors 
in  Cornell's  success.  Bole  is  pitching  very 
well,  and  Blair,  his  substitute,  has  also  im- 
proved in  his  work.  The  infield  is  composed 
of  Murtaugh  at  first.  Singer  at  second,  Haskell 
at  short,  and  Smith  at  third,  while  one  of  the 
pitchers,  with  Miller  and  Stratton,  makes  up 
the  outfield.  The  team  as  a  whole  fields  fairly 
well  and  is  strong  at  the  bat.  Most  of  the  men 
have  had  at  least  one  year's  ettperience  in  Cor- 


nell's team  and  can  be  counted  on  to  play  a 
steady  game. 

Brown  seems  to  be  playing  her  usual  fine 
fielding  game,  has  four  or  five  good  batters, 
and  is  weak  only  in  the  box,  where  weakness 
counts  less  than  usual  this  year  owing  to  the 
poor  hitting  of  most  of  our  college  teams.  Le 
Stage  is  an  excellent  catcher  and  a  fine  hitter. 
Sedgwick  is  doing  fair  work,  but  is  not  a  first- 
class  pitcher,  and  Woodworth,  his  substitute, 
lacks  experience.  The  infield,  with  Croker  at 
first,  Fultz  at  second.  Bacon  at  short  and  Lau- 
der at  third,  field  very  strongly  and  bat  heav- 
ily. Sammons,  Cook  and  Clarke  make  a  fair 
outfield.  The  team  was  badly  beaten  by  Yale, 
owmg  to  the  heavy  batting  of  the  Yale  play- 
ers, but  won  a  hard-fought  contest  from  Prince- 
ton, o\ving  to  the  latter's  unsteadiness  in  the 
field  at  critical  points.  With  a  first-class 
pitcher.  Brown  would  be  a  match  for  any  of 
the  college  teams  of  the  year.  Sedgwick  does 
well,  all  things  considered,  but  is  too  light  and 
lacks  speed. 

In  the  New  England  Association  the  cham- 
pionship games  should  be  close  and  exciting. 
Williams'  chances  depend  largely  on  Plunkett's 
work  in  the  box.  He  has  been  hit  heavily 
■  throughout  the  practice  games,  but  is  expected 
to  do  better  work  with  warm  weather.  Dart- 
mouth's team  has  had  a  thorough  shaking  up, 
and  is  at  present  playing  better  ball  than  either 
Williams  or  Amherst.  The  team  is  handi- 
capped by  the  lack  of  a  first-class  pitcher,  Pa- 
tey  being  a  very  uneven  performer.  Amherst 
team  is  composed  largely  of  new  material,  but 
is  playing  a  very  steady  game.  The  first 
championship  game  resulted  in  a  victory  for 
Williams  over  Amherst. 

The  University  of  Vermont  has  a  very  strong 
team  in  the  field,  and  has  lost  but  one  of  its 
eight  games.  'The  Vermont  pitchers  have 
proved  unusually  effective. 

U.   OF  p.,   2  ;    GEORGETOWN,   I. 

At  Philadelphia,  May  7th.  This  was  a  very 
close  and  exciting  contest,  won  by  Pennsyl- 
vania in  the  eighth  inning.  Brown's  good 
pitching  and  steady  support  from  his  infield 
won  the  game. 

GEORGETOWN.  PENNSYLVANIA. 


Happard,  3b.  o 

Downes,  cf..  o 

McC'rthy,  ib  i 

Maloney,  c.  o 

Moran,  ss.. .  o 

Fleming',  2b.  o 

Walsh,  rf o 

Casey,  If o 

Bach,  p o 


Totals I 


h.  o.  a.  e. 
0231 


Houston,  cf . 

Frazier,  rf i 

Robinson,  3b.  o 

Jackson,  2b. .  o 

Wilhelm,  ss..  o 

Cheyney,  ib..  o 

Thompson,  If.  i 

Gillender,  c. .  o 

Brown,  p o 


h.  o.  a.  e. 


Totals 2    7  27  10    3 


0—5 


01003   X — 7 
Two- base    hits — 


23  IS     3 
Georgetown — 

Runs ...  o 

Hits  by  innings o    . 

Pennsylvania — 

Runs o 

Hits  by  innings i 

Runs  earned — Pennsylvania, 
Jackson,  McCarthy.  Sacrifice  hits — Frazier,  2;  Gillen 
der.  Left  on  bases— Georgetown,  8  ;  Pennsylvania,  4. 
Struck  out— Happard,  Downes,  2;  Fleming,  2;  Walsh, 
Casey,  Bach,  3;  Robinson,  Thompson.  Stalen  bases— 
Frazier,  Jackson.  Double  plays— Bach,  McCarthy  and 
Moran;  Moran  and  McCarthy.  First  base  on  errors- 
Georgetown,  2.  First  base  on  called  balls— Happard, 
Walsh.    Hit  by  pitched  ball— Happard.    i'assed  ball— 


*  Jackson  hit  by  batted  ball. 


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GiUender.  Wild  throws — Maloney,  Jackson.  Muffed 
flies — Cheyney,  Gillender.  Umpire — Smith.  Time-- 
ih.  40m. 

CORNELL,   8;    HARVARD,   5. 

At  Ithaca,  May  7th. 

Cornell  bunched  her  hits,  and  won  this  game 
largely  on  Murtaugh's  ti'iiely  hitting.  The 
game  was  very  exciting  and  full  of  good  plays. 
All  three  of  the  pitchers  were  hit  freely." 


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CORNELL. 

r.  h.  o. 

Stratton,  If. ..  2    2    o 

Murtaugh,  ib  1 

Young,  c o 

Smith, 13b o 

Haskell,  ss o 

Miller,  cf i 

Ginger.  2b....  i 

Blair,  rf,  p i 

Bole,  p,  rf. ...  2 

Ward,  ss o 


Totals.. 
Cornell 
Harvard. 


HARVARD. 

h.  o. 


Laughlin,  ss.. 

Rand.  If    2 

Burgess,  rf  .. .  o 
Haugh'n,  2b..  i 
Cozzins,  cf .  . .  o 
M'Cor'k,  lb...  i 

Clark,  2b o 

Reid,  c o 

Morse,  p o 


Totals 5  n*26    8    s 


o     o     o     o     3     I     o     4     o — 0 

I     o     I     o     I     o     I     o     I — 5 

♦Murtaugh  hit  by  batted  ball. 

Two-base  hits — Murtaugh,  2;  Burgess.  Reid.  Three- 
base  hit— Murraugh.  Struck  out — Smith,  2;  Ginger,  2; 
Reid  and  Morse.  Stolen  bases  —  Miller,  Cozzins,  2; 
Laughlin.  First  base  on  called  balls — Off  Blair,  i; 
Bole,  i;  Morse.  Umpire— Hoagland.  Time  of  game— 
2h.  45m.  • 

BROWN,   7;    PRINCETON,  6. 

At  Providence,  May  7th. 

This  game  was  Princeton's  till  near  the  end, 
when  a  batting  streak  by  Brown  and  poor  field- 
ing by  Princeton  enabled  the  former  to  tie  the 
score.  Brown  won  in  the  twelfth  inning  by 
bunching  hits. 

Below  are  the  scores  of  some  of  the  im- 
portant games  : 

April  12 — At  Cambridge  :  Harvard,  25  ;  Picked  Nine,  i. 
12 — At  Washington  :  Yale,  9  ;  Georgetown.  6. 
12— At  Charlottesville  :  U.  of  Va.,  14;  Princeton, 

12— At  Winston,  N.  C.  :  U.  of  N.  C.  9;  U.  of  Pa.,  o. 
13 — At  Washington  :  U.  of  P.,  12;  Georgetown,  2. 
13 — At  Ithaca  :  Rochester,  5  ;  Cornell,  4. 
19 — At  Washington  :  Harvard,  10;  Catholic  Uni- 
versity, 3. 
19 — At  Worcester  :  Brown,  4;  Holy  Cross,  3, 
20 — At  Princeton  :  Princeton,  6  ;  Lafayette,  2. 
20— At  N  w  Haven  :  Yale,  12  •  Williams,  3. 
20 — At  Philadelphia  :  Manhattan,  3  ;  U.  of  P.,  2. 
20— At  Washington  :  Georgetown,  3;  Harvard,  i. 
22— At  New  York  :  Harvard,  7  ;  Columbia,  2. 
27— At  Cambridge  :  Harvard,  13  ;  Dartmouth,  7. 
27 — At  New  Haven  :  Yale,  g  ;  Brown,  3. 
27 — At  Princeton  :  Princeton,  14  ;  U.  of  Md.,  3. 
27— At  Philadelphia  :  U.  of  P.,  12  ;  Lehigh,  5. 
May      2 — At  Andover  :  Harvard,  2  ;  Andover,  i. 

2 — At  Amherst :  Brown,  12  ;  Amherst,  5. 

3— At  Cambridge  :  Lafayette,  8  ;  Harvard,  i. 

4— At  New  Haven  :  Lafayette,  3  ;  Yale,  o. 

7 — At  Amherst :  Amherst,  7  ;  Wesleyan,  5. 

7 — At  Worcester  :  Holy  Cross,  14  ;  Fordham,  7. 

7— At  Burlington  :  U.  of  Vt.,  4  ;  Tufts,  o. 

7 — At  Ithaca  ;  Cornell,  8  ;  Harvard,  5. 

7 — At  Philadelphia  :  U.  of  P.,  2  ;  Georgetown,  i. 

7 — At  New  Haven  :  Yale,  2  ;  Dartmouth,  o. 

7 — At  Providence  :  Brown,  7  ;  Princeton,  6. 

9 — At  Dartmouth  :  Dartmouth,  6  ;  Brown,  5. 
II — At  Philadelphia  :  Virginia,  3  ;  U.  of  Pa.,  9. 
II — At  Easton:  Lafayette,  4  ;  Cornell,  5. 
II — At  Worcester  :  Holy  Cross,  3  ;  Amherst,  i. 
Post  Captain, 
baseball-  in  the  .south. 

For  several  years  the  Eastern  teams  have 
been  making  a  tour  of  conquest  through  the 
South  as  a  means  of  practice  for  their  cham- 
pionship games,  with  no  fear  of  defeat — only  a 
question  of  the  score.  They  generally  found 
brilliant  fielding  teams,  but  the  hitting  and 
base-running  were  such  that  they  were  able  to 
win  easily.     But  the  Eastern  teams  of  '98  have 


met  with  trouble.  Pennsylvania  found  diffi- 
culty with  North  Carolina,  who  scored  four  runs 
in  their  half  of  the  first  inning,  when,  a  dispute 
having  occurred  concerning  a  questionable 
home  run  by  Pennsylvania  not  bemg  allowed, 
they  forfeited  to  Carolina.  If  this  is  recognized 
as  a  defeat  not  a  single  team  'has  gone  home 
without  a  break  in  its  chain  of  victories. 

University  of  North  Carolina  is  represented 
by  the  strongest  team  in  her  history.  Winston 
at  first  combines  good  hitting  and  fielding,  and 
uses  his  head  in  base-running ;  he  is  captain 
and  easily  the  star  of  the  team.  Belden  is 
playing  a  good  second  ;  a  fast  fielder  and  strong 
hitter.  Woodward  at  short  is  a  fair  fielder  but 
takestoo  much  time  in  throwing.  Hume  on  third 
plays  a  beautiful  practice,  but  is  unsteady  in 
the  game.  The  outfield  is  strong  and  fast, 
especially  Rogers  in  center,  who  is  also  a  fast 
man  on  the  bases.  The  pitching  will  fall  upon 
Lawson,  who  has  a  good  arm  and  is  physically 
a  fine  pitcher,  but  when  in  the  hole  loses  his 
temper  and  has  a  tendency  to  quit.  The  Har- 
vard game  would  have  been  a  victory  for  Caro- 
lina if  the  pitcher  had  supported  the  team. 
Tate,  the  second  pitcher,  should  be  used  more, 
for  he  shows  ability.  Graves,  catcher,  is  too 
•  young,  too  hurried  and  wild  in  his  throwing, 
but  is  a  good  backstop.  Gwaltney  throws  well, 
but  is  not  a  'varsity  catcher.  Carolina  has  been 
defeated  only  by  Lafayette  ;  the  game  with 
Harvard  was  drawn,  10-10,  and  Pennsylvania 
forfeited.  The  regular  games  scheduled  with 
Virginia  were  called  on  account  of  rain  ;  it  is  to 
be  hoped  these  games  will  be  put  on  again. 

Virginia  is  represented  by  a  hard-hitting 
aggregation,  though  the  fielding  is  below  the 
Virginia  standard.  The  base-running  is  fair, 
and  in  most  of  the  games  their  shiftiness  on 
the  bases  has  kept  the  opposing  pitcher  busy. 
The  Virginia  pitchers  are  the  best  in  any 
Southern  college,  all  seasoned  in  their  positions, 
and  valuable  for  their  hitting  as  well.  Pinker- 
ton  has  shown  more  ability  than  either  Collier 
or  Summergill,  but  being  the  weakest  hitter, 
may  not  officiate  in  turn  when  it  can  be 
avoided  ;  he  combines  speed,  curves,  and  abso- 
lute control  ;  another  season  should  find  him  a 
wonderful  pitcher.  Summersgill,  an  old  Brown 
man,  is  well  known,  and  is  one  of  the  steadiest 
on  the  college  diamond  ;  men  on  bases  only 
give  him  more  opportunity  for  outs  ;  as  a  hit- 
ter he  can  meet  speed  in  good  form,  but  curves 
give  him  trouble.  Collier  is  an  old  pitcher  on 
Virginia,  and  is  called  upon  to  do  yeoman's 
work.  Bad  health  has  kept  him  out  of  the  box 
this  year,  but  as  he  leads  Virginia's  batting  he 
is  played  in  center.  The  infield  is  strong  and 
steady.  Hunt  at  first,  is  in  his  fourth  year  at 
that  corner,  and  is  a  hard  hitter.  Wills  plays  a 
good  second,  but  too  fast  on  throwing,  spoiling 
many  easy  plays.  Martin  at  short  is  the  big 
star  of  the  infield  and  the  safest  hitter  on  the 
team.  Steptoe  at  third  is  young,  but  gives 
promise  of  fine  work.  Right  field  is  weak 
owing  to  Wall's  weak  knee.  Captain  Bonney 
is  a  veteran  in  left,  and  center  is  played  by  a 
pitcher. 

Virginia  has  usually  had  an  easy  thing  in  the 
South,  but  the  Southern  teams  of  this  year  w'U 
give  it  work  to  do. 

Vanderbilt  is  stronger  this  year  than  ever 
before,  especially  in  her  pitching  department, 


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possessing  two  stars  in  Sherrill  and  Carr.  Of 
these  Sherrill  has  the  better  reputation,  possess- 
ing great  speed  and  an  assortment  of  curves, 
but  his  control  of  the  curved  ball  is  weak;  Carr 
has  the  better  control  and  will  doubtless  sup- 
plant Sherrill  as  first  pitcher  before  the  end  of 
the  season.  Merritt,  captain,  is  at  second,  and 
while  he  has  fallen  off  in  batting  he  may  be  re- 
lied on  for  strength  in  his  position.  Davis  as 
backstop  is  strong  and  steady,  and  wings  the 
ball  fast  to  bases.  The  outfield  is  unsteady, 
but  such  material  as  Beard,  Hopkins  and  McAl- 
lister may  be  relied  upon.  McAlhster  should  be 
moved  to  infield,  he  would  play  first  in  good 
form.  The  batting  of  the  team  will  surpass 
anything  in  Vanderbilt's  history. 

Sewanee  has  nearlj--  all  of  last  year's  team  and 
many  new  men  of  ability.  The  placing  of  the 
new  men  will  tend  to  make  Sewanee  unsteady 
in  the  early  games,  but  they  can  be  depended 
i:pon  to  pull  together  before  the  end.  Selden, 
pitcher  and  captain,  is  an  old,  steady  man  and 
must  be  Sewanee's  main  stay  in  the  box, though 
Seibels  and  Walden  are  pitchers  of  no  mean 
ability  and  can  be  relied  upon  for  good  work. 
Ruef  as  catcher  plays  hard  but  is  weak  on  low 
stops  and  wide  curves;  when  he  learns  to  get 
his  body  in  front  of  the  ball  his  work  will  be 
perfect,  for  his  throwing  is  good.  Dougherty,  a 
new  man,  will  doubtless  lead  Sewanee's  batting 
and  should  be  played  on  first  base.  Vander- 
bilt  and  Sewanee  are  evenly  matched,  and  the 
intense  rivalry  will  make  their  games  highly 
'  interesting. 

Georgia  created  a  surprise  last  year  by  shut- 
ting the  Pennsylvanias  out  without  a  hit ;  and 
while  they  have  every  prospect  for  a  better 
team  this  year,  they  will  not  keep  the  pace  set 
by  the  '97  team.  They  are  sure  to  feel  the  loss 
of  Lovejoy,  Johns  and  Dougherty.  Unfortu- 
nately their  first  game  was  with  Pennsylvania's 
strong  team,  and  the  poor  showing  made  then 
will  depress  the  men;  however,  they  may  be 
expected  to  wreak  vengeance  on  teams  of  their 
class. 

The  following  are  the  scores  in  Southern 
baseball  games  to  date  : 

Vanderbilt  vs.  University  of  Pennsylvania o — 10 

Vanderbilt  vs.  University  of  Pennsylvania 3 —  7 

Vanderbilt  vs.  University  of  Nashville 6 —  3 

SeAvanee  vs.  University  of  Nashville 7 —  8 

Sewanee  vs.  TuUahoma 26 —  6 

University  of  Georgia   vs.  University  of   Penn- 
sylvania      2 — II 

University  of  Georgia  vs.  Sewanee 15—6 

University  of  Georgia  vs.  Sewanee  5 —  3 

University  of  Georgia  vs.  Mercer  University 6 —  7 

Tulane  vs.  University  of  Alabama 9 —  7 

Tulane  vs.  University  of  Alabama 8 —  7 

Tulane  vs.  University  of  Alabama 8 —  o 

Tulane  vs.  University  of  Mississippi 6 — 14 

Tulane  vs.  University  of  Mississippi 3 —  7 

University  of  North  Carolina  vs.  Wake  Forest. .     7 —  i 

University  of  North  Carolina  vs.  Lafayette 9 — tg 

University  of  North  Carolina  vs.  lyafayette 9 — ■  7 

University  of  North  Carolina  vs.  Pennsylvania. 

(forfeited) 

University  of  North  Carolina  vs   Harvard 10 — 10 

University  of  North  Carolina  vs.  Trinity  (N.  C.)    4 —  9 

Virginia  vs.  Lafayette 12 —  8 

Virginia  vs.  Lehigh 13 —  3 

Virginia  vs.  Yale 6—3 

Virginia  vs.  Yale o—  5 

Virginia  vs.  Princeton    14 — 10 

Virginia  vs.  Harvard 5—7 

Virginia  vs.  Washington  and  Lee 2 —  i 

Virginia  vs.  Washington  and  Lee   20 — o 

Virginia  vs.  Georgetown 13 — 6 

Virginia  vs.  St.  John's 27—  6 

Virginia  vs.  Georgetown 9—4 

W.  A.  Lambeth. 


MIDDLE-WEST    BASEBALL. 

As  I  mentioned  last  month,  Michigan,  Chi- 
cago, Illinois,  Northwestern  and  Wisconsin 
united  into  a  league  under  very  strong  and 
stringent  regulations,  the  outcome  of  the  work 
that  has  been  done  for  athletic  purity.  Both 
Northwestern  and  Wisconsin  quibbled  some  on 
the  rules  under  which  the  teams  were  to  play, 
but  it  was  generally  supposed,  and  hoped  at 
least,  that  both  institutions  would,  when  the 
time  came,  co-operate  with  the  other  institu- 
tions by  strictly  interpreting  and  enforcing  the 
rules  as  adopted.  But  if  my  informants  are  to 
be  believed,  and  I  have  taken  some  pains  to 
sift  the  matter,  Wisconsin  organized  its  nine 
and  to  all  intents  and  purposes  proposed  to 
start  into  the  playing  season  by  ignoring  the 
regulations  of  the  association. 

Illinois,  Michigan  and  Chicago  decided  that 
a  positive  stand  had  to  be  taken,  and,  as  a  re- 
sult, all  three  canceled  their  dates  for  games 
with  Wisconsin.  Northwestern  for  some  rea- 
son would  not  join  with  the  three  universities 
just  mentioned.  The  cause  of  the  rupture  was 
alleged  professionalism.  The  charges  were 
made,  and  made  repeatedly,  early  in  the  season 
that  Wisconsin  was  ignoring  the  rule  on  pro- 
fessionalism, but  no  explanations  were  forth- 
coming. When  the  season  was  about  to  open 
the  charges  were  made  more  direct  by  alleging 
that  Hustings,  Hitchcock,  Nutzler  and  Gregg 
had  played  professional  ball,  and  consequently 
were  barred  from  playing  with  the  Wiscon- 
sin team.  Wisconsin  apparently  ignored  the 
charges,  except  to  enter  general  denial,  the 
athletic  powers  of  the  institution  taking  no 
action  whatever.  Consequently,  nothing  was 
left  the  other  members  of  the  association  but  to 
do  as  they  did,  for  the  old-time  policy  of  play- 
ing games  "  under  protest  "  is  a  very  gauzy  de- 
lusion. The  situation  needed  radical  treat- 
ment, and  it  is  evident  that  Chicago,  Michigan 
and  Illinois  feel  that  they  are  able  to  adminis- 
ter the  much-needed  treatment,  for  they  have 
formed  their  football  schedules  without  having 
Winconsin  in  the  list.  I  regret  exceedingly 
that  Wisconsin  has  not  cleared  its  skirts  in  this 
matter,  for  it  is  a  great  athletic  institution,  and 
instead  of  being  an  object  of  discipline,  it  should 
be  in  the  fore-rank  for  pure  athletics.  Michi- 
gan, Illinois,  Wisconsin  and  Chicago  will  event- 
ually get  together,  I  am  sure,  in  a  close  league, 
for  they  outrank  all  other  Middle- West  institu- 
tions in  all  branches  of  athletics,  but  such  a 
union  has  been  delayed  considerably  by  the 
present  unpleasantness. 

So  far  as  the  game  is  concerned  the  "  form  " 
people  have  all  been  guessing  wild  this  spring. 
I  have  seen  Michigan,  with  a  very  gloomy  out- 
look, so  often  come  to  the  mark  with  a  winning 
aggregation  that  I  am  never  inclined  to  place 
any  great  amount  of  confidence  in  the  stories 
about  a  weak  team.  Of  course,  with  Wisconsin 
out,  the  contest  is  between  Chicago,  Michigan 
and  Illinois,  for  Northwestern,  in  my  opinion,  is 
not  in  the  same  class.  Following  Michigan's 
career  as  I  have,  I  graded  the  team  above  both 
Chicago  and  Illinois,  though  I  confess  that  I 
thought  Illinois,  with  but  two  places  on  the 
team  to  fill,  should  be  a  troublesome  compet- 
itor for  honors. 

The  first  game  of  the  season's  schedule  was 


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a  hippodrome,  Illinois  whipping  Northwestern 
by  a  score  of  30  to  7,  April  gth,  the  general 
wonder  being  that  Illinois  had  permitted  North- 
western to  score  at  all. 

The  second  game  was  between  Michigan  and 
Illinois,  at  Champaign,  April  i6th,  and  was  a 
battle  royal.  It  was  a  pitcher's  contest,  Miller 
taking  the  honors  by  holding  Illinois  down  to 
three  hits.  Illinois  had  few,  but  very  costly 
errors,  and  Michigan  gave  a  splendid  exhibition 
of  sacrifice  hitting,  which  really  won  the  game, 
though  it  took  ten  innings  to  decide  it,  the 
score  being  . 


Michigan. 
Illinois... 


On  April  23d  Michigan  and  Northwestern 
played,  the  real  feature  being  the  wonderful 
change  in  the  work  of  the  Northwestern  team 
and  the  pitching  of  Hunter,  who  held  Michigan 
to  six  hits.     The  game  resulted  : 

Michigan i    i    2    o    i    o    2    o      — 7 

Northwestern oiiooooo    o — 2 

May  6th  Illinois  was  treated  to  something  of 
a  surprise  by  going  to  Oberlin  and  being  beaten 
by  a  score  of  7  to  5.  It  was  simply  a  case  of 
inability  to  hit  the  ball  when  hits  were  needed: 

Illinois 10202000    o — s 

Oberlin 20210000    2 — 7 

May  7th  Illinois  took  sweet  revenge  by  tak- 
ing Michigan  into  camp  on  the  latter's  home 
grounds.     When  I  wrote  my  May  notes  lUi- 


nois's  first  pitcher,  McCullom,  had  not  rounded 
into  form.  His  work  last  season  tempted  me 
to  think  that  he  would  be  a  puzzler  this  spring. 
Some  of  his  early  games  alarmed  me  lest  he 
would  not  come  up  to  expectations,  but  the  way 
he  handled  Michigan  stamps  him  as  the  leader 
of  Middle  -  West  college  pitchers.  He  was 
pitted  against  Miller,  who,  by  the  way,  kept 
Illinois  from  securing  more  than  five  hits,  but 
McCullom  shut  Michigan  out  without  a  hit  to 
their  credit.  It  was  a  feat  unprecedented  in 
Michigan's  baseball  history.     Score  : 

Illinois looiooio      — 3 

Michigan o    o    o    o    o     o     o    o    o — o 

May  gth  Illinois  defeated  Northwestern  for 
the  second  time  by  a  score  of  8  to  4:  North- 
western kept  up  their  good  work,  but  were  un- 
able to  hit  McCullom,  who  succeeded  Joy  after 
four  innings.     Score  : 

Illinois 00000440      — 8 

Northwestern 10020001    0—4 

In  the  game  with  Michigan,  May  nth,  Chi- 
cago secured  but  four  hits,  but  bunched  them 
for  four  scores,  while  Michigan  secured  only 
two  runs  from  seven  hits.  Miller  continues  to 
do  effective  twirling  for  Michigan,  but  his  fol- 
lowers are  not  hitting  the  ball : 

Michigan o    o    o    o    o    o    i    o    1—2 

Chicago o    o    o    o    o    3    o    o    I — 4 

Harry  F.  Kendall. 


LAWN-TENNIS. 


CALIFORNIA. 


THE  first  open-air  lawn-tennis  tournament 
of  the  season  of  1S98  was  held  in  south- 
ern California  April  15th  and  i6th,  on 
the  courts  of  the  Ojai  Valley  Tennis 
Club,  at  Nordhoff,  Ventura  County,  Cal.  The 
event  was  the  first  meeting  between  the  north- 
ern California  and  the  southern  California  ex- 
perts ;  and  the  matches  proved  to  be  not  only 
well  played,  but  valuable  as  a  gauge  of  relative 
skill  in  the  East  and  the  West,  for  two  of  the 
southern  Californians  are  known  to  Eastern 
players.  The  tournament  was  well  planned 
and  well  carried  out,  and  a  large  and  enthu- 
siastic crowd  of  spectators  witnessed  each 
day's  play. 

The  northern  team  was  composed  of  George 
F.  Whitney,  champion  of  the  Pacific  coast ; 
Robert  N.  Whitney,  his  brother  and  partner  in 
doubles  ;  Samuel  Hardy,  ex-champion  of  the 
coast,  and  his  brother  Sumner  Hardy,  who  now 
hold  the  double  championship  of  the  coast. 
This  was  undoubtedly  a  very  strong  team — 
perhaps  the  strongest  that  the  West  could  mus- 
ter, and  it  is  not  surprising  that  they  won  so 
easily.  There  is  only  one  other  amateur  player 
on  the  Pacific  coast  who  is  in  the  same  class 
with  these  four,  and  this  man,  Thomas  A.  Dris- 
eoU,  who  won  the  Southern  and  New  England 
championships  in  the  East  last  season,  has 
dropped  out  of  competition  now. 

On  the  team  representing  southern  Cali- 
fornia there  were  Oliver  I.  Picher,  William  L, 
Thacher,  A.  W.  Bumiller  and  R.  A.  Rowan. 
Thacher  was  a  very  well-known  Eastern  player 
many  years  ago,  and  in  1886  he  held  the  inter- 
coUegfiate    double    championship   with   W.    P. 


Knapp  for  a  partner.  He  was  then  reckoned 
among  the  best  players  in  Yale.  Later  he 
played  in  some  of  the  open  tournaments  around 
New  York,  and  although  he  went  back  in  his 
play  a  good  deal  for  lack  of  constant  practice, 
he  was  reckoned  as  a  strong  player  in  the  East. 
Since  then  it  is  understood  that  he  has  done 
little  in  tennis,  and  he  was  not  in  very  good 
condition  for  the  Ojai  tournament.  Even  al- 
lowing for  his  lack  of  condition,  his  defeat  by 
both  of  the  Hardy  brothers  shows  them  to  be 
strong  players.  Rowan  also  has  played  in  the 
East,  for  he  made  a  trip  East  in  1894,  and  his 
skill  is  easily  estimated  from  that. 

The  result  proved  to  be  a  complete  sweep  for 
the  northern  players,  and  their  standing  in  the 
tennis  world  was  distinctly  raised  by  their  suc- 
cess. Except  for  the  defeats  of  Robert  Whit- 
ney, who  was  said  to  be  very  badly  out  of 
form,  the  San  Francisco  experts  won  every 
match  they  played.  The  final  score  stood  six- 
teen matches  to  four,  in  favor  of  the  visitors, 
and  they  went  home  thoroughly  satisfied  with 
their  work.  One  of  these  four  matches  was 
scored  on  the  default  of  the  Whitney  brothers 
in  one  of  their  double  matches,  and  all  three  of 
the  others  were  lost  through  the  indifferent 
work  of  Robert  Whitney,  who  played  very  list- 
lessly after  he  lost  his  first  close  match  to 
Thacher. 

The  full  summary  of  the  Ojai  Valley  tourna- 
ment follows  : 

Singles.  First  round — Sumner  Hardy  (North)  beat 
Oliver  Picher  (South),  4—6,  6 — 4,  6—2  ;  Samuel  Hardy 
(North)  beat  A.  W.  Bumiller  (South),  6—1,  6—2  ;  W.  L. 
Thacher  (South)  beat  R.  N.  Whitney  (North),  10—8, 
6 — 3  ;  George  Whitney  (North)  beat  R.  A.  Rowan 
(South),  6—1,  7—5. 

Second  round — Samuel  Hardy  (North)  beat  W.  L'. 


CRICKET. 


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Thacher  (South),  6—3,  6—2;  George  Whitney  (North) 
beat  Oliver  Picher  (South),  6—4,  6—4  ;  Sumner  Hardy 
(North)  beat  A.  W.  Bumiller  (South),  6—4,  6—3  ;  Robert 
Whitney   (North)    beat    R.   A.   Rowan   (South),  6—4, 

6—3- 

Third  round— Sumner  Hardy  (North)  beat  W.  L. 
Thacher  (South),  7—5,  7—5  ;  Samuel  Hardy  (North) 
beat  R.  A.  Rowan  (South),  6—3,  6—3  ;  George  Whitney 
(North)  beat  A.  W.  Bumiller  (South\  ^—6,  6—1,  6—3 ; 
Oliver  Picher  (South)  beat  Robert  Whitney  (North), 
6—2,  6—2. 

Fourth  round— Samuel  Hardy  (North)  beat  Oliver 
Picher  (South),  7—5,  6—3  ;  A.  W.  Bumiller  (South)  beat 
Robert  Whitney  (North),  6-3,  6—4  ;  Sumner  Hardy 
(North)  beat  R.  A.  Rowan  (South),  6--3.  6—2  ;  George 
Whitney  (North)  beat  W.  L.  Thacher  (South),  by  de- 
fault. 

Doubles.  First  round—  Hardy  brothers" (North)  beat 
Bumiller  and  Picher  (South),  6—4,  6—3;  Whitney 
brothers  (North)  beat  Thacher  and  Rowan  (South), 
6—3.  3—6,  7—5- 

Second  round—  Hardy  brothers  (North)  beat  Thacher 
and  Rowan  (South),  0— i,  6—4  ;  Bumiller  and  Picher 
(South)  beat  Whitney  brothers  (North),  bv  default. 

The  North  won  by  16  matches  to  4,  and  32  sets 
to  n. 


THE    "OFFICIAL   GUIDE"    FOR    1898. 

The  "  Official  Lawn  Tennis  Guide"  for  1898 
(Wright  &  Ditson,  Boston)  has  just  been  issued, 
and  as  usual  it  contains  a  most  complete  record 
of  last  season's  matches,  with  the  official 
playing  rules  and  lots  of  other  valuable  and 
interesting  matter  on  the  game.  The  addition 
of  several  articles  by  Dr.  James  Dwight,  pres- 
ident of  the  National  Lawn  Tennis  Associa- 
tion, adds  considerably  to  its  value,  as  Dr. 
Dwight  is  recognized  as  the  best  of  American 
authorities  on  the  game.  The  little  book  is 
completely  illustrated  with  portraits  of  famous 
players  and  scenes  at  some  of  the  big  tourna- 
ments, while  its  records  of  last  season  are  sup- 
plemented with  brief  tables  of  all  of  the  pre- 
vious holders  of  championships,  and  records  of 
the  crack  players  for  other  years.  Every  lawn- 
tennis  player  should  have  a  copy  of  this  valu- 
able little  handbook.  J.  Parmly  Paret. 


CRICKET. 


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T.  WISTAR, 
CAPTAIN  HAVERFORD. 


R.  H.  CARLETON, 

CAPTAIN    HARVARD. 


A.  W.  JONES, 
CAPTAIN    U.   OF  P. 


PENNSYLVANIA'S  prospects  of  winning 
the  intercollegiate  championship  have 
somewhat  diminished.  The  loss  of 
Morice  and  Goodman,  who  have  both 
gone  to  defend  their  country  instead 
of  their  wickats,  is  considerable,  for  both 
filled  good  places  on  the  team.  In  addition  to 
their  loss,  there  seems  to  be  a  lack  of  interest 
among  the  men  that  one  would  hardly  expect 
from  their  close  touch  with  the  greatest  cricket 
center  in  the  country.  Harvard,  on  the  other 
hand,  is  taking  particular  interest  in  the  game 
this  season,  and  Haverford,  with  her  three 
teams  in  the  field,  should  surely  place  a  good 
eleven  in  the  series. 

A  few  trial  matches  have  been  played,  but  so 
far  nothing  startling  in  either  batting  or  bowl- 
ing has  been  seen. 

Pennsylvania  lost  to  Linden  on  April  23d  by 
44  to  108,  but  the  'varsity  team  on  this  occa- 
sion was  far  from  being  a  representative  one. 
On  April  30th,  Haverford  played  an  unfinished 
match  against  Belmont,  in  which  Belmont 
scored  125  and  Haverford  27  for  four  wickets. 
Pennsylvania  Freshmen,  on  May  4th.  made  a 
fairly  good  showing  against  Belmont  Summer 
XL,  and  made   a  win   by  a  score  of  73  to  45. 


W.  P.  O'Neill  hit  out  in  lively  style  for  the 
'varsity  and  contributed  32  runs  to  their  total. 
S.  G.  Climenson  did  the  best  bowling  for  the 
winners,  with  six  wickets  for  22  runs. 

Haverford  first  and  second  elevens  played 
on  May  6th,  the  second  eleven  making  92  and 
the  first  119  for  six  wickets  ;  the  best  contribu- 
tions were  from  Wistar,  41  (not  out),  for  the 
winners,  and  Richie,  39,  for  the  second 
eleven. 

In  the  Pennsylvania  vs.  Philadelphia  game 
of  May  7th,  the  former  ran  up  a  total  of  132, 
to  which  W.  N.  Davison  contributed  a  well- 
played.  31,  Philadelphia  had  lost  four  wickets 
for  39  when  the  game  finished. 

Harvard  opened  their  season  on  May  7th  by 
defeating  Brockton  by  a  score  of  97  to  46.  Carle- 
ton  and  Dove  each  contributed  27  toward  the 
total,  and  Hastings  23.  Hastings  aud  Ward 
shared  the  Brockton  wickets. 

The  vacancy  caused  at  Pennsylvania  in  the 
cricket  team,  by  the  resignation  of  W.  N. 
Morice,  was  filled  by  A.  W.  Jones,  who  was 
elected  captain  of  the  eleven.  Jones  was  a 
member  of  last  year's  'varsity  eleven,  and 
played  on  the  Philadelphia  colts'  team  last 
fall.  T.  C.  Turner 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


PHOTOGRAPHY. 


LET    WELL    ALONE. 

THERE  are  three  classes  of  amateur  pho- 
tographers— those  who  take  to  photog- 
raphy as  a  scientific  and  experimental 
pursuit,  those  who  regard  it  as  an  amuse- 
ment or  change  of  occupation,  and  (as  it  takes 
them  out  into  the  highways  and  byways)  a 
means  of  exercise,  like  cycling,  fishing,  etc., 
and  those  who,  having  art  instincts,  recognize 
in  photography  a  means  of  conveying  to  others 
the  impressions  made  upon  themselves  by  the 
beautiful  in  nature  ;  and  it  is  to  this  last  class 
that  I  desire  to  give  some  seasonable  advice, 
the  result  of  a  not  inconsiderable  experience. 

Just  as  the  earlier  painters  had  to  grind  their 
own  colors,  stietch  their  own  canvas,  and  even 
make  their  own  brushes,  so  had  the  earlier 
picture  -  makers  by  photography  to  prepare 
their  own  materials,  devise  their  own  methods, 
and  even  construct  their  own  apparatus.  But 
the  introduction  of  the  gelatine  plate  practi- 
cally revolutionized  the  practice  of  photography 
and  created  great  commercial  and  manufactur- 
ing interests,  through  which  the  photographer 
is  supplied  with  everything  that  he  can  possibly 
require,  and  of  a  quality  that  leaves  nothing  to 
be  desired. 

Now,  however,  although  in  photography  as 
a  science  and  an  art  there  is  still  large  room 
for  experimental  work,  it  has  as  a  method  of 
picture-making  got  out  of  empiricism  and  past 
the  experimental  stage.  Plates,  developers, 
and  printing  paper  have  reached  such  a  degree 
of  perfection  as  to  almost  exclude  the  possibility 
or  even  the  desire  for  further  improvement ; 
and  it  only  remains  for  the  photographer  who 
means  to  devote  the  season  to  picture-making 
to  select  one  particular  brand  of  each  and  stick 
to  it,  or,  in  other  words,  to  let  well  alone. 

Of  plates  by  American  makers  he  could  not 
select  one  on  which  the  very  highest  class  of 
work  could  not  be  done  ;  but,  without  saying 
that  it  is  better  than  an}^  of  the  others,  I  have 
a  decided  preference  for  the  double-coated  non- 
halation  orthochromatic  variety.  Those  in  my 
holders  now  are  coated  first  with  a  slow  emul- 
sion, rich  in  silver,  and  then  with  one  extremely 
rapid  and  orthochromatized,  the  result  being 
equal  to  that  on  a  backed  plate,  so  far  as  a 
clean,  crisp  definition  and  freedom  from  hala- 
tion are  concerned  ;  and  that  with  a  latitude  in 
exposure  far  beyond  what  is  allowable  on  sin- 
gle-coated plates.  Their  only  fault  is  the 
length  of  time  occupied  in  fixing,  but  as  the 
picture-maker  cares  for  quality  rather  than 
quantity,  the  drawback  is  not  serious. 

Developers,  especially  during  the  last  two  or 
three  years,  have  followed  each  other  in  quick 
succession,  the  makers  of  each  claiming  for  it 
some  advantage  over  those  that  had  gone  be- 
fore. I  have  experimented  with  most  of  them, 
and  am  strongly  inclined  to  recommend  ortol, 
not,  perhaps,  as  being  better  than  the  others, 
but  ^because  /  like  it,  and  because  it  comes 
nearer  than  any  of  the  others  to  my  idea  of  a 
universal  developer.  In  stock  or  concentrated 
solutions  it  seems  to  keep  indefinitely,  and  even 
diluted  and  after  having  developed  several 
plates,  it  retains  its  developing  power  for  a 
considerable  time.  The  following  formula  will 
be  found  convenient : 


(Water lo  ounces. 

A.  •<  Potass,  metabisulphite 150  grains. 

(  Ortol 300  grains. 

(Water 10  ounces. 

■p    )  Potassium  carbonate 2^  ounces. 

■  i  Sodium  sulphite 6  ounces. 

(  Potassium  bromide 50  grains. 

For  normal  exposures  one  part  each  of  A  and 
B  to  eight  parts  of  water  answers  admirably, 
and,  as  with  other  formulae,  it  may  be  modified 
to  suit  varying  conditions.  Increasing  A  and 
reducing  B  tends  to  contrast  and  breadth,  and 
the  reverse  to  softness  and  delicate  detail ;  and 
as  the  diluted  solution  keeps  clear  for  a  long 
time  and  has  no  tendency  to  fog  or  stain,  one 
part  of  each  to  forty  or  fifty  parts  of  water 
makes  an  ideal  developer  for  the  "tank"  de- 
velopment of  snap  shots. 

Of  printing  papers  there  is  a  wide  choice, 
and  the  selection  is  all  the  more  difficult  because 
there  are  so  many  of  them  not  only  good,  but 
very  good  and  equally  good.  Carbon  tissue  is 
for  various  reasons  my  favorite,  but  the  time 
to  acquire  an  acquaintance  with  it  is  at  the  end, 
not  the  beginning,  of  the  season,  and  so  I  now 
recommendthe"  next  choice,"  platinum,  and  es- 
pecially the  recently  introduced  variety,  platni. 
Like  the  platinum  paper,  which  has  been  with 
us  for  years,  it  is  not  a  P.  O.  P.,  but  a  develop- 
ment paper,  and  the  developer  is  simply  warm 
water.  All  that  is  necessary  is  to  print  till  the 
shadows  assume  a  slight  canary  yellow,  and 
slip  the  print  under  the  surface  of  a  dish  of 
water  between  120*^  F.  and  130°  F.  As  soon  as 
development  is  complete,  which  will  be  in  a  few 
seconds,  it  is  washed  in  two  or  three  changes 
of  acidulated  waters,  and  then  in  a  few  changes 
of  plain  water,  and  that  is  all.  Or,  when  the 
artist  begins  to  realize  the  possibility  of  putting 
more  art  into  a  print  than  there  is  in  the  nega- 
tive, he  may  moisten  a  brush  with  equal  parts 
of  glycerine  and  water  at  the  same  tempera- 
ture and  develop  by  brushing,  keeping  back 
what  he  wants  kept  back  by  a  touch  of  pure 
glycerine,  and  forcing  what  he  wants  forced. 

Treated  in  this  way  platni  readily  lends  itself 
to  such  modifications  as  are  within  the  ability 
of  the  artist,  and  to  that  extent  partakes  of  his 
individuality. 

Platinum  prints  are  now  at  the  various  exhi- 
bitions more  numerous  than  prints  by  any  other 
method,  and  would  have  been  even  more  so 
but  for  the  tendency  of  the  paper  to  absorb 
moisture  and  the  necessity  for  keeping  it  in 
sealed  tubes  in  the  presence  of  a  moisture  ab- 
sorbent, a  tendency  which  seems  in  platni  to 
have  been  overcome.  Just  how  long  it  will 
keep  I  do  not  know,  but  have  to-day  made  ex- 
cellent prints  on  paper  that  has  been  lying  loose 
in  an  envelope  "  kicking  about  "  amongst  other 
samplesonmy  work-table  for  over  three  months. 

The  sum  of  the  matter,  then,  is  this,  without 
saying  that  they  are  better  than  all  others,  or 
even  as  good  as  some  :  The  photographer  who 
has  a  lens  of  the  rectilinear  type,  no  matter  by 
what  name  it  is  known,  and  with  a  length  of 
focus  at  least  equal  to  once  and  a  half  the  longer 
way  of  the  plate,  a  double-coated  orthochromat- 
ic plate,  the  ortol  developer,  and  platni  paper, 
and  knows  how  to  employ  them,  is  equipped 
for  the  very  highest  class  of  pictorial  work. 
Dr.  John  Nicol. 


ATHLETICS. 


SOME    INTERNATIONAL   ATHLETIC   COMPARISONS. 

THE  simultaneous  athletic  contests  be- 
tween the  various  prominent  schools  of 
New  York  at  Berkeley  Oval,  on  April 
23d,  and  the  similar  events  at  the  meet- 
ing of  the  London  Athletic  Club  (Eng- 
land), held  the  same  day,  at  which  the  majority 
of  the  events  were  confined  to  members  of  the 
public  schools,  come  opportunely  for  various 
comparisons.  In  some  respects  the  events  in 
each  country  differ,  but  in  a  sufficient  number 
of  them  the  conditions  are  so  similar  that  the 
results  afford  a  rough  estimate  of  the  capacity 
of  the  youth  of  the  two  countries. 

For  instance,  the  100  yards  at  Berkeley  Oval 
was  made  from  the  8-yard  mark  in  los. ;  at  the 
L.  A.  C.  the  public  school  championship  time 
was  10  3-5S.  The  high  jump  here  was  5  ft. 
4%  in.;  at  L.  A.  C,  5  ft.  4%  in.  The  880  yards 
was  won  from  the  40-yard  mark  at  Berkeley  in 
2m.  2  2-5S. ;  at  L.  A.  C,  2m.  4  4-5S.  In  the 
120-yard  hurdle  race  here  the  time  was  17s. ;  in 
England  it  took  17  2-5S.  to  cover  the  distance. 
In  the  440-yard  race  the  New  York  boy's  time 
was  54s. ;  at  the  L.  A.  C.  the  same  race  was 
timed  at  52  2-5S.  The  broad  jump  here  was 
18  ft.  10^  in.;  in  England,  19  ft.  8^  in.  The 
i-mile  run  here  was  covered  in  4m.  45  2-5S. ;  at 
the  L.  A.  C.  the  time  was  4m.  33  4-5S.  The 
English  events  did  not  include  shot  putting, 
pole  vault,  hammer  throwing  or  mile  walk,  as 
here,  but  a  three-quarter  mile  steeplechase  was 
in  the  programme. 

HARVARD    SPRING    GAMES. 

The  annual  spring  games  of  the  Harvard 
University  Athletic  Association  were  held  at 
Cambridge,  in  raw  and  uncomfortable  weather 
and  on  a  heavy  track,  on  April  14th. 

A  summary  of  the  events  follows  : 

120-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  F.  B.  Fox,  2  L. ;  j.  W. 
Hollowell,  1901,  second.    Time,  16  1-5S. 

100-yard  run— Won  by  E.  J.  Green,  i  L. ;  A.  W.  Rob- 
inson, second.     Time,  10  3-5S. 

88oyard  run— Won  by  D.  Grant,  M.  S,;  C.  D.  Draper, 
igoo,  second.     Time.  2m.  2s 

i-mile  walk— Won  by  G.  O.  Thatcher,  igoi  ;  E.  T. 
Gumlatch,  'gS,  second.     Time.  7m.  30  2-5S. 

440-yard  run — Won  by  T.  Burke,  1901  ;  P.  L.  Fish, 
igoi,  second.     Time,  53  i  5s. 

320-yard  run— Won  by  E.  J.  Green,  2  L.;  D.  G.  Har- 
ris, igoo,  second.     Time,  23s. 

I-mile  run— Won  by  D.  Grant,  M.  S. ;  H.  B.  Clark, 
igoi,  second.     Time,  4m.  36  1-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  W.  G.  Morse,  'gg;  S. 
P.  Goddard,  second.     Time,  26  4-5S. 

Broad  jump— Won  by  J.  G.  Clark,  '98;  C.  S.  Tilden, 
'gS,  second.     Distance,  11  ft.  2  1-4  in. 

Pole  vault — Won  by  A.  B.  Emmons.  'gS;  W.  W.  Hovt, 
M.  S.,  and  E.  D.  Brooks  a  tie  for  second.     Height,  10  ft. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  S.  G.  Ellis,  igoi;  R.Gar- 
land, 'gg,  second.     Distance,  37  ft.  5  in. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  W.  G.  Morse,  'gg;  S.  G. 
Ellis,  igoi,  second.     Height,  5  ft.  11  in. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer — Won  by  W.  A.  Poal,  igoo; 
W.  D.  Hennen,  '98,  second. 

UNIVERSITY    OF   PENNSYLVANIA   SPRING    GAMES. 

On  April  i6th  the  annual  spring  games  of 
the  University  of  Pennsylvania  took  place  at 
the  Franklin  Field.  These  games  are  open 
only  to  members  of  the  track  team  who  have 
never  won  a  'varsity  "  P."  Kraenzlein  was  de- 
cidedly the  hero  of  the  event,  distinguishing 
himself  by  winning  the  loo-yard  run,  120-yard 
hurdles,  220-yard  hurdles,  running  long  jump, 


and  second  in  the  running  high  jump.     A  sum- 
mary follows  : 

100-yard  run— Won  by  A.  C,  Kraenzlein,  igoo ;  T.  B. 
McClain,  1901,  second  ;  J.  S.  Francis,  igco,  third.  Time, 
10  4-5S. 

Half-mile  run— Won  by  W.  V.  Little,  1901,  C;  second, 
A.  J.  Wilson, '99  M.;  third,  H.  T.Price,  '99  M.  Time, 
2m.  6  2-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein, 
igoo,  D.;  second,  R.  W.  Waddell,  '98  D.;  third,  G.  Mal- 
lory,  Jr.,  1901  C.     Time,  17s. 

I-mile  walk  —  Won  by  J.  Gillender,  Jr.,  igoo  C; 
second,  H.  A.  Gibbons,  igoi  C;  third,  C.  M.  Montgom- 
ery, igoi  M.     Time,  7m.  5gs. 

i-mile  run— Won  by  A.  R.  Earnshaw,  igoi  C;  second, 
Livingston  Smith,  1901  C;  third,  E.  W.  Russell,  1900 
M.     Time,  5m.  4s. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Won  bv  A.  C.  Kraenzlein, 
igoo  D.;  second,  R.  W.  Waddelf, '98  D.;  third,  S.  K. 
Long,  igoo  L. ;  fourth,  H.  A.  Mitchell,  igoo  M.  Time,  20s. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot — Won  by  A.  Garland,  'gg  D.,  38ft. 
SJ^in.;  second,  P.  J.  McMahon,  igoo  D.,  37ft.  iiin.;  third, 
J.  H.  Outland,  igoo  M. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  I.  K.  Baxter,  1900  L.,  5ft. 
io54in.;  second,  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  igoo  D.,  5ft.  8^in.; 
third,  A.  B.  Stitzer,  'gg  C. 

220-yard  race— Won  by  T.  B.  McClain,  1901  C; 
second,  J.  S.  Francis,  igoo  L.;  third,  T.  L.  Bean, 'gg. 
Time,  24  2-58. 

2-mile  run — Won  by  A.  R.  Earnshaw,  1901  C;  second, 
George  Parry,  'g8  D. ;  third,  Walter  Savage,  igoo  D. 
Time,  iim.  40  3-58. 

440-yard  run — Won  by  A.  W.  Wilson,  '99  M.;  second, 
H.  T.  Price,  '99  M.;  third,  A.  M.  Keyser,  igoo  D.  Time, 
55s. 

Throwing  the  hammer— Won  by  J.  H.  Outland,  igoo 
M.,  ii6ft.;  second,  T.  T.  Hare,  '01  C,  115ft.  loin.;  third, 
P.  J.  McMahon,  1900  D.,  113ft.  gin. 

Running-broad  jump— Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  1900 
D.,  2ift.  loj^in.;  second,  A.  P.  Hume,  igoo  C,  21ft.  2%ixi.i 
third,  T.  B.  McClain,  '01  C,  20ft.  sJ^in. 

Pole  vault — Won  by  IC.  W.  Deakin,  looo  C,  10ft.  ^in.; 
second,  H.  C.  Longwell,  'g8  C,  gft.  6in. ;  tlurd,  A.  L. 
Foster,  1900  M.,  gft.  6in. 

BERKELEY    ATHLETIC   ASSOCIATION   OPEN    GAMES. 

The  Berkeley  School  Athletic  Association 
held  their  open  competition  on  April  23d,  at 
Berkeley  Oval.  Yale  and  Columbia  sent  their 
best  cycle  riders  for  the  collegiate  events. 

The  summaries  follow  : 

Half-mile  bicycle  race,  collegians,  final  heat — 
Won  by  Ray  Dawson  ;  I.  A.  Powell  second,  L.  Tweedy 
third.     Time,  im.  11  4-5S 

2-mile  bicvcle  race,  collegians,  final  heat— Won  by 
Dawson  ;  Powell  second.  Tweedy  third.  Time,  sm. 
9  4  5s. 

440-yard  run — Won  by  C.  A.  Sulzer,  Pingry;  A.  F. 
Myers,  Pingry,  second  ;  B.  R.  White,  Berkeley,  third. 
Time,  54S. 

I-mile  run — Won  by  P.  H.  Christensen,  Berkeley, 
scratch  ;  C.  W.  Goddard,  St.  Paul,  75yds.,  second  ;  G. 
M.  Trede,  Trinity,  20yds..  third.     Time,  4m.  45  2-5S. 

Putting  i2-lb.  shot— Won  by  W.  H.  Caldwell,  Jr., 
Barnard,  4tt.,  actual  put  3gft.  4in.;  H.J.  Srown.  St. 
Paul,  scratch,  second,  43ft.  3in.;  R.  Kinney,  St  Paul, 
4  1-2  ft.,  third,  36ft.  7  I-  2in.  First  and  second  had  tied 
at  43ft.  g  i-2in. 

Running  high  jump — Won  by  R.  P.  Kernan,  "Poly 
Prep."  sin.,  actual  jump,  5ft.,  4  1-2  in.;  F.  W.  Coon,  St. 
Paul,  loin.,  second,  4ft.  9  i-2in.;  J.  L.  NicoU,  collegiate, 
5in.,  third,  5ft.  i  3-4in. 

Pole  vault — Won  by  G.  P.  Smith,  New  Jersey  Military 
Academy  ;  P.  A.  Moore,  Pingry,  second  ;  J.  A.  Forney, 
Berkeley,  third.  Smith  and  Moore  tied  at  gft.  gin.  and 
Smith  won  a  toss  ;  Forney  cleared  gft.  3in. 

100-yard  run — Won  by  F.  G.  Wickham,  Pratt,  8yds.; 
E.  B.  Sprague,  St.  Paul,  2yds.,  second  ;  O.  Lorraine,  St. 
Paul,  6yds.,  third.     Time.  los. 

loo-vard  run,  junior — Won  by  P.  Mohr,  Trinity;  W. 
P.  Howe,  Pingry,  and  C.  Grace,  Columbia  Grammar, 
dead  heat  for  second.  Time,  11  1-5S.  Run  off  won  by 
Howe. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  C.  A.  O'Rourke,  Jr., 
Trinity  ;  J.  A.  Forney,  Berkeley,  second  ;  R.  W.  Leary, 
Pingry,  third.    Time,  17s. 

Throwing  12-lb.  hammer — Won  by  H.  J.  Brown,  St. 
Paul,  139ft.;  C.  L.  Runyon,  P.  H.  S.,  second,  124ft.;  C. 
Brill,  St.  Paul,  third,  i2ifl.  gin 


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Running-  broad  jump — Won  by  T.  Pettitt,  St.  Paul, 
i8ft.    io3-4in.;  W.   S.  Gierasch,   B.  H.   S.,   second,  i8ft. 

8  i-4in.;  F.  Ruse,  St.  Paul,  third,  i8ft.  6  i-4in. 
88o-yard  run — Won    by   D.   DuBois,  Cutler,   40yds.; 

N.  Von  Taube,  Madison,  30yds.,  second  ;  G.  M.  Trede, 
Trinity,  30yds.,  third.     Time,  2m.  2  2-5S. 

i-mile  walk — Won  by  C.  L.  Elliman.  Berkeley,  los.; 
J.  Alker,  Berkeley,  5s.,  second  ;  C.  F.  Fizenmayer,  De 
La  Salle,  15s.,  third.    Time,  8m.  31s. 

Mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  C.  Warren,  Cutler  ;  Le- 
roy  See,  Berkeley,  second  ;  A.  R.  Allen,  H.  M.  S., 
third.     Time,  2m.  27s. 

PRINCETON    ANNUAL   HANDICAP    GAMES. 

At  Princeton's  ninth  annual  handicap  games, 
April  23d,  held  at  University  Field,  Princeton, 
N.  J.,  W.  B.  Fetterman,  U.  of  P.,  created  a 
new  Princeton  record  by  walking  one  mile  in 
6m.  50s.  G.  W.  Orton,  U.  of  P.,  won  the  one- 
mile  run.     Summary : 

100-yard  run — Won  by  G.  M.  Knapp,  Johns  Hopkins, 
Q  yds. ;  F.  C.  Flosses,  St.  Bartholomew  A.  C,  8  1-2  yds., 
second;  L.  E.  Jones,   Princeton,  6  yds.,   third.    Time, 

9  4-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  F.  Hutchingson,  Mer- 
cersburg  Academy.  3  yds. ;  C.  Herndon,  Princeton,  6 
j'ds.,  second  ;  H.  Wheeler,  Princeton,  2  yds.,  third. 
Time,  16  i-ss. 

440-yard  run — Won  by  J.  K.  Adams,  Lawrence,  30 
yds.;  G.  W.  Cloney,  Princeton,  40  yds.,  second;  F.  R. 
Stearn,  Columbia,  20  yds.,  third.    Time,  49  3-5S. 

i-mile  run— Won  by  G.  W.  Orton,  scratch;  L.  R.  Pal- 
mer, Princeton,  30  yds.,  second;  C.  D.  Meeker,  Newark 
Academy,  85  yds.,  third.    Time.  4m.  28  2-5S. 

880-yard  run — Won  by  H.  Meechlin,  tJniversity  of 
Pennsylvania,  12  yds.;  A.  Grant,  U.  of  Pa.,  10  yds., 
second;  G.  A.  Chamberlain,  Lawrenceville  School,  50 
yds.,  third.     Time,  im.  56  3-5S. 

220-yard  run — Won  by  J.  W.  Tewksbury,  U.  of  Pa., 
4  yds.;  G.  W.  Knapp,  Johns  Hopkins,  15  yds.,  second; 
V.  C.  Flosses,  St.  Bartholomew  A.  C,  15  yds  ,  third. 
Time,  21  4-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  F.  G.  Watson,  Pen- 
nington, 22  yds.;  A  C.  Krauslin,  U.  of  Pa.,  scratch, 
second;  T.  Hutchingson,  Mercersburg  Academy,  8 
yds.,  third.    Time,  24  3-5S. 

I-mile  walk — Won  by  C.  W.  Ottley,  Johns  Hopkins, 
40S.;  W.  B.  Fetterman,  U.  of  Pa.,  scratch,  second;  S.  L. 
josephthal,  Columbia,  60s.,  third.    Time,  7m.  20  1-5S. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  E.  H.  Webb,  Polj^tech- 
nic  Institute,  6 in.,  actual  jump,  5  ft.  6  1-4  in.  ;  W.  A. 
Lilly,  Pennington,  10  in.,  second,  4  ft.  10  1-2  in.;  G.  W. 
Curtiss,  Central  High  School,  2  in.,  third,  5  ft.  6  in. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer— Won  by  T.  T.  Hare,  U.  of 
Pa.,  18  in.,  actual  throw,  118  ft.  6  in.;  H.  C.  Potter, 
Princeton,  12  in.,  second,  117  ft.  8  in.;  John  Outland, 
U.  of  Pa.,  12  in.,  third,  no  ft.  2  in. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  B.  E.  Finnegan,  Penning- 
ton, 8  1-2  ft.,  actual  put,  34  ft.  8  in.;  H.  J.  Sheridan. 
Pastime  A.  C,  7  ft.,  second,  35  ft.  n  in.;  P.  J.  McMahon, 
U.  of  Pa.,  4  1-2  ft.,  third,  37  ft.  9  1-2  in. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  G.  W.  Curtiss,  Central  High 
School.  5  in.,  actual  vault,  9  ft.  4  1-4  in.;  L.  E.  Katzen- 
bach,  Princeton,  15  in.,  second,  8  ft.  6  in.;  L.  Strayer, 
Princeton,  scratch,  third,  9  ft. 

I-mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  A.  C.  Moran,  George- 
town, 30  yds.;  N.  W.  Dean,  Princeton,  100  yds.,  second; 
H.  Miller,  Princeton,  60  yds.,  third.    Time,  2m.  19  1-5S. 

UNIVERSITY  OF  PENNSYLVANIA — RELAY  RACES. 

The  relay  races  of  the  University  of  Penn- 
sylvania increase  in  importance  and  interest 
each  year,  facts  testified  both  by  the  entries 
and  the  thousands  of  spectators  present.  This 
year's  events  were  contested  at  the  Franklin 
Field  April  30th,  and,  in  spite  of  the  heavy 
wind,  several  records  were  broken.  In  the 
athletic  contests,  J.  C.  McCracken  threw  the 
hammer  139ft.  gin.,  and  J.  P.  Remington,  in  the 
broad  jump,  cleared  23ft.  4>^in.  In  the  120- 
yard  dash,  W.  T.  Tewkesbury  defeated  B.  J. 
Wefers  by  3  yards  in  11  4-55 

A  summary  follows  : 

School  relay  race — Won  by  De  Lancey;  second, 
,  amilton ;  third,  Cheltenham  :  fourth,  Episcopal. 
Time,  3m.  53s. 


College  relay  race — Won  by  Johns  Hopkins  Univer- 
sity ;  second,  Columbian  University  ;  third,  St.  John's 
Colleare.    Time,  3m.  43  1-5S. 

School  relay  race — Won  by  Mercersburg  Academy  ; 
second,  Dickinson  Preparatory  School  ;  third,  Lerch's 
Academy.     Time,  3m.  52s. 

Invitation  120-yard  run- Won  by  W.  T.  Tewkesbury, 
Pennsylvania;  second,  Bernard  J.  Wefers,  George- 
town University.     Time,  11  4-5S. 

College  relay  race — Won  by  Carlisle  Indian  School ;. 
second,  Brooklyn  Polytechnic  Institute.  Time,  3m, 
48  s-ss. 

School  relay  race — Won  by  Swartmore  Grammar 
School  ;  second,  Haverford  Grammar  School ;  third, 
Friends'  Select  School ;  fourth,  Abingdon  Friends'' 
School.    Time,  3m.  48  2-5S. 

College  relay  race — Won  by  Bucknell  ;  second,  Dick- 
inson ;  third,  Franklin  and  Marshall.   Time,  3m.  42  4-5S. 

School  relay  race — Won  by  St.  Paul's  School;  second. 
Brown's  Preparatory  School ;  third,  Westchester  Nor- 
mal School.    Time,  3m.  40  1-5S. 

2-mile  championship  relay  race— Won  by  Pennsyl- 
vania's first  team ;  second,  Pennsylvania's  second 
team.    Time,  8m.  28s. 

School  relay  race— Won  by  Norristown  High  School; 
second,  Wilmington  High  School  ;  third,  Chester  High 
School.    Time,  3m.  55  2-5S. 

College  relay  race — Won  by  Jefferson  Medical  Col- 
lege ;  second,  Hahnemann  MedicalCollege,  Time,  3m, 
55  2-3S.     But  two  teams  started. 

School  relay  race — Won  by  Hill  School  ;  second,. 
Lawrenceville  Academy;  third, .South  Jersey  Insti- 
tute ;  fourth.  Pennington  Seminary.     Time,  3m.  36  2-5S. 

College  relay  race  — Won  by  Swarthmore  ;  second,. 
College  of  the  City  of  New  York  ;  third.  University  of 
New  York  ;  fourth,  Haverford.     Time,  3m.  40  2  5S. 

School  relay  race— Won  by  New  York  Collegiate  In- 
stitute ;  second.  Catholic  High  School  ;  third,  Drexel 
Institute  ;  fourth.  Temple  College.    Time,  3m.  46s. 

College  relay  race— Won  by  Cornell;  second,  Lehigh; 
third.  State.    Time,  3m.  34  1-5S. 

School  relay  race  —Won  by  Penn  Charter  ;  second, 
Germantown  Academy  ;  third.  West  Jersey  Academy; 
fourth,  Eastburn  Academy.    Time,  3m.  46  3-5S. 

School  relay  race— Won  by  Central  High  School, 
Washington  ;  second.  Central  High  School,  Philadel- 
phia ;  third.  Central  and  Northeast  Manual  Training 
School.     Time,  3m.  46  2-5S. 

Preparatory  School  relay  championship — Won  by 
South  Jersey  Institute  ;  second,  Berkeley  School ; 
third.  Brown  Preparatory  School ;  fourth,  Pingrey 
School.    Time,  3m.  41  3-5S. 

I-mile  relay  cham,_ionship— Won  by  Chicago  Uni- 
versity ;  second,  Michigan  University  ;  third,  Pennsyl- 
vania. Time,  3m.  27  2-5S  Pennsylvania  finished  first, 
but  was  set  back  for  fouling. 

220-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein, 
scratch  ;  second,  W.  Remington,  12  yards;  third,  J.  M. 
McKibben,  12  yards.     Time,  25  4-ss. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  W.  P.  Remington,  7 
inches,  5ft.  Sin. ;  second.  J.  D.  Winsor,  scratch,  6ft.  2in.; 
third.  I.  K.  Baxter,  4  inches,  5ft.  6in. 

Putting  the  shot — Won  by  J.  C.  McCracken,  scratch, 
41ft.  4t^in.;  second,  J.  F.  Geiger,  7  feet,  33ft.  8in. ;  third, 
A.  Garland,  2  feet,  38ft.  sin. 

100-yard  run— Won  by  E.  W.  Deakin,  3  yards  ;  sec- 
ond, T.  B.  McClain,  scratch  ;  J.  S.  Francis,  scratch, 
third.     Time,  iis. 

One-mile  walk— Won  by  H.  H.  Gibbons,  45  seconds; 
second,  J.  Gillinder,  Jr.,  45  seconds;  third,  W.  B.  Fet- 
terman, Jr.,  scratch.    Time,  ym.  27s. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  H.  C.  Longwell,  scratch,  loft. 
6in.;  second,  M.  B.  Colket,  9  inches,  9ft.  8in.;  third,  R. 
H.  Ehlers,  12  inches,  9ft.  sin. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  W.  P.  Remington^ 
scratch,  23ft.  4>^in.;  second,  A.  P.  Hume,  9  inches,  21ft. 
Sin.;  third,  T.  B.  McClain,  15  inches,  21ft.  yj^in. 

Throwing  the  hammer— Won  by  J.  C.  McCracken, 
scratch,  139ft.  gin.;  second,  T.  T.  Hare,  20  feet,  113ft. 
9in.;  third,  J.  F.  Geiger,  25  feet,  103ft.  loin. 

CUTLER    SCHOOL. 

The  eighth  annual  field  meeting  of  the  Cut- 
ler School  A.  A.  was  held  at  the  Berkeley 
Oval  on  April  28th.  Rain  fell  during  the  time 
the  events  were  being  contested,  consequently 
the  cinder  track  was  heavy  and  the  board 
bicycle  track  slippery.  Considering  the  con- 
ditions the  competitors  did  well.  P.  H.  Christen- 
sen,  of  Berkeley,  and  G.  Trede,  of  Trinity, 
fought  out  the  finish  of  the  mile-run  in  great 
style  ;    both  men    started    from    scratch,   but 


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Christensen  proved  his  excellent  qualifications 
for  this  distance.     The  summary  follows  : 

440-yard  run — Won  by  R.  R.  White,  Berkeley  ;  W. 
H.  Meyers,  Pingry,  second;  J.  F.  McMillen,  Barnard, 
third.     Time,  54  1-5S. 

Putting  the  i2lb.  shot  — Won  by  G.  P.  Smith, 
New  Jersey  Military  Academy,  with  3gft.  sXin-!  C.  W. 
Riley,  Princeton  '' Prep.,"  second,  with  37ft.  8in.;  G.  P. 
Meehan,  Packard's  Business  College,  third,  with  37ft. 
7in. 

1-3  mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  L.  S.  Huntington, 
Tutor  ;  Le  Roy  See,  Berkeley,  second  ;  A.  R.  Allen, 
Montclair  High,  third.     Time,  45  3-53. 

Throwing  the  i2pound  hammer — Won  by  C.  Run- 
yon,  Plainfield  High,  with  123ft.;  C.  W.  Riley,  Prince- 
ton "Prep.,"  second,  with  114ft.  i,h^va..\  G.  P.Smith, 
New  Jersey  Military  Academy,  third,  with  114ft.  3J^in. 

i-mile  run,  handicap— Won  by  P.  H.  Christensen, 
Berkeley,  scratch  ;  G.  Trede,  Trinity,  scratch,  second  ; 
D.  Field,  Montclair  High,  70  yards,  third.  Time,  4m. 
56  2-5S. 

i-mile  bicycle  race— Won  by  C.  Warren,  Cutler  ;  D. 
Sullivan,  Barnard,  second  ;  S.  Mahen,  Cutler,  third. 
Time,  2m.  41  3-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  C.  A.  O'Rourke,  Jr., 
Trinity  ;  J.  B.  Forney,  Berkeley,  second;  R.  W.  Leary, 
Pingry,  third.     TimC;  17  3-5S. 

100-yard  dash,  junior— Won  by  E.  Bell,  Jr.,  Cutler  ; 
W.  P.  Howe,  Pingry,  second ;  F.  Mohr,  Trinity,  third. 
Time,  11  2-5S. 

100-yard  dash,  senior — Won  by  W.  Elmendorf,  Col- 
legiate ;  T.  Manson,  Cutler,  second  ;  M.  Arnold,  Berke- 
ley, third.     Time,  10  3-5S. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  J.  Sproker,  Berkeley, 
with  20ft.  25^in.;  G.  P.  Serviss,  Brooklyn  Latin,  second, 
with  19ft.  8jjin.;  E.  Gilmore,  Adelphi,  third,  with  i8ft. 
ii^in. 

WILLIAMS    COLLEGE. 

At  the  Weston  Field,  Williamstown,  on  May 
6th,  Williams  College  held  a  series  of  track 
events.  The  track  was  very  heavy  and  the  times 
under  those  circumstances  not  bad.  The  per- 
formances of  Patterson  in  the  hundred  yards 
and  Bray  in  the  half-mile  were  specially  note- 
worthy.   The  summary  follows: 

100-yard  dash — Won  by  Patterson,  1900;  Callahan, 
'98,  second;  Dowd,  igoi,  third.     Time,  10  1-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  Potter,  igoi;  Camp- 
bell, igco,  second;  Lord,  1900,  third.     Time,  17s. 

880-yard  run — Won  by  Bray,  1900;  Goodbody,  '99, 
second;  Wood,  '99,  third.    Time,  2m.  is. 

Pole  vault — Won  by  Fifer,  '98;  Squires,  1900,  second. 
Height,  9ft.  gin. 

440-yard  run— Won  by  Hubell,'98;  Baillie,  'g8,  second; 
Rooney,  igoi,  third.     Time,  55s. 

220-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  Potter,  igoi ;  Camp- 
bell, igoo,  second;  Lord,   igoo,  third.      Time,  27  4-5S. 

High  jump — Won  by  Maroney,  '98;  Potter  and  Hyde, 
1901,  tied  for  second.    Height,  5ft.  sin. 

I-mile  run — Won  by  Bray,  igoo;  Whelan,  '99,  second; 
Lathrop,  igoi,  third.    Time,  4m.  58s. 

Putting  i61b.  shot — Won  by  Wood,  igoi;  Brown,  'gg, 
second;  Cullinan,  igoi,  third.     Distance,  32ft.  lin. 

2-mile  run— Won  by  Little,  igoo;  Dickinson,  igoo, 
second:  Menkel,  1901,  third.    Time,  urn.  28s. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  Maroney,  '98,  igft. 
7in.:  Mason, 'gg,  second,  igft.  3  3-4  in.;  Wood,  igoi, 
third,  18ft. 

Throwing  i61b.  hammer — Won  by  Denman,'g8;  Cul- 
linan, igoi,  second;  Brown,  '99,  third.  Distance,  98ft. 
8in. 

YALE    SPRING    GAMES. 

The  spring  games  of  Yale  University  were 
held  at  New  Haven  on  May  7th,  in  unpleasant 
weather  and  on  a  poor  track.  The  chief  event 
of  the  meeting  was  the  pole  vault,  which  was 
won  by  R.  G.  Clapp,  who  cleared  iift.  6in.  and 
established  a  fresh  amateur  record,  beating  the 
world's  record  by  one  inch  and  the  intercol- 
legiate record  by  two  and  one-half  inches;  he 
passed  over  the  bar  with  at  least  three  inches 
to  spare.     The  summary  follows: 

loo-yard  run — Won  by  C.  C.  Conway;  T.  H.  Hall, 
second,  and  C.  J.  Gleason,  third.    Time,  10  1-5S. 

220-yard  run— Won  by  C.  C.  Conway;  C.  J.  Gleason, 
second,  and  Ira  Richards,  third.    Time,  22  1-5S. 


440-yard  run — Won  by  C.  F.  Luce;  W.  D.  Brennan,. 
second,  and  W.  S   Johnson,  Jr.,  third.     Time  51  2-5S. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  C.  E.  Ordway;  A.  H. 
Richardson,  second,  and  I.  E.  Lewis,  third.  Time,  2m.. 
2  2-5S. 

I-mile  run— Won  by  Howard  Speer;  C.  B.  Spitzer,, 
second,  and  H.  P..  Smith,  third.     Time,  4m.  36  2-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  E.  C.  Perkins;  J.  |. 
Peters,  second,  and  F.  T.  Van  Buren,  Jr.,  third.  Time, 
16  2-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  E.  C.  Perkins  ;  W.  T. 
Berger,  second,  and  Howard  L.  Davis,  third.  Time, 
26s. 

I-mile  walk— Won  by  J.  P.  Adams;  J.  L.  Hitchcock, 
second,  and  J.  B.  Wylie,  third.    Time,  7m.  17s. 

Pole  vault — Won  by  R.  G.  Clapp;  Bascom  Johnson, 
second,  and  W.  E.  Selin,  third.    Height,  iift.  6in. 

Putting  the  shot— Won  by  E.  B.  Donnelly;  S.  P. 
Sutphin,  second,  and  C.  W.  Abbott,  third.  Distance, 
38ft. 

Throwing  the  hammer — Won  by  Charles  Chadwick; 
S.  P.  Sutphin,  second,  and  George  B.  Cutten,  third. 
Distance,  127ft.  4^in. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  F.  G.  Berger;  F.  D. 
Chedley,  second,  and  J.  J.  Peters,  third.  Distance,  20ft. 
SJ^in. 

PRINCETON    INTERSCHOLASTIC    GAMES. 

The  annual  open  interscholastic  games,  un- 
der the  auspices  of  Princeton  University  Ath- 
letic Association,  were  held  at  Princeton,  N.  J,, 
May  7th.  The  weather  was  uncomfortable  and 
the  track  in  poor  condition.  This  accounts  for 
some  of  the  poor  times,  notably  that  of  Chris- 
tensen, of  Berkeley,  who  placed  another  mile  to 
his  credit.     The  summary  follows  : 

100-yard  run— Won  by  E.  B.  Sprague,  of  St.  Paul's 
School  ;  W.  T.  Elmendorf,  of  the  Collegiate  School, 
second,  and  E.  J.  Mulligan,  of  the  Catholic  High 
School,  third.    Time,  10  3-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— J.  B.  Thomas,  Jr.,  Berkeley 
School,  first ;  R.  W.  Leary,  Pingry  School,  second  ;  C. 
Boyer,  Lawrenceville  Preparatory  School,  third.  Time, 
16  4-5S. 

880-yard  run— L.  Adsit,  Hill  School,  first;  P.  H. 
Christensen,  Berkeley  School,  second  ;  C.  R.  Treele, 
Trinity  School,  third.     Time,  2m.  8  2-5S. 

I-mile  walk— L.  Moen,  Berkeley  School,  first ;  D.  L. 
Elliman,  Berkeley  School,  second  ;  C.  Fulton,  Law- 
renceville, third.     Time,  8m.  23s. 

440  yard  run — Won  by  Lord,  of  Hill  School  ;  second, 
B.  R.  White,  of  Berkeley  School  ;  third,  A.  T.  Meyers, 
of  Pingry  School.     Time,  54  2-5S. 

220-yard  run— Won  by  E.  B.  Sprague,  of  St.  Paul's 
School ;  second,  W.  T.  Elmendorf,  of  Collegiate  School, 
third,  W.  Moorehead,  of  Lawrenceville.    Time,  23  1-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  R.  F.  Hutchingson; 
of  Mercersburg  Academy;  second,  J.  A.  Forney,  of 
Berkeley  ;  third,  D.  Kafer,  of  Lawrenceville.  Time, 
27  3-ss. 

I-mile  run— Won  by  P.  H.  Christensen,  of  Berkeley 
School;  second,  G.  Chamberlain,  of  Lawrenceville; 
third,  G.  R.  Treele,  of  Trinity  School.    Time,  5m.  8s. 

Running  high  jump  — Won  by  G.  W.  Curtis,  of  Cen- 
tral High  School,  Philadelphia  ;  second,  J.  S.  Sprak- 
er,  Berkeley  School  ;  third,  C.  L.  Duval,  Berkeley. 
Height,  5ft.  7in. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  J.  ''S.  Spraker,  of 
Berkeley;  second,  R.  T.  Hutchingson,  of  Mercersburg; 
third,  J.  B.  Thomas,  Jr.,  of  Berkeley.  Winner's  dis- 
tance, 20ft.  3in. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  Smith,  of  New  York  Military 
Academy  ;  second,  Moore,  of  Pingry  ;  third,  De  Mau- 
riac,  of  Lawrenceville.     Vault  of  winner,  gft.  yin. 

Putting  i2lb.  shot— Won  by  H.  J.  Brown,  of  St.  Paul's 
School;  second,  B.  P.  Kinney,  of  St.  Paul's;  third,  G.  P. 
Smith,  New  Jersey  Military  Academy.    Distance,  44ft. 

Throwing  i2lb.  hammer— Won  by  H.  J.  Brown,  of  St. 
Paul's  ;  second,  S.  Hunt,  of  St.  Paul's  ;  third,  C.  Brill, 
of  St.  Paul's.     Throw  of  winner,  147ft.  sin. 

Throwing  the  discus— Won  by  H.  J.  Brown,  of  St. 
Paul's;  second,  S.  Hunt,  of  St.  Paul's;  third,  B.  P.  Kin- 
ney, of  St.  Paul's.     Distance,  gSft.  loj^in. 

I-mile  bicycle  race— Won  by  W.  M.  McCulley,  of  Pin- 
gry; second,  D.  Bonner,  Berkeley ;  third,  H.  R.  Levick, 
of  Penn  Charter  School.    Time,  2m.  38  3-5S. 

U.    OF    CHICAGO    AND     N.    W.    UNIVERSITY. 

The  dual  field  games  of  the  University  of 
Chicago  and  the  Northwestern  University  were 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


held  at  Sheppard's  Field,  Chicago,  111.,  on  May 
7th.  The  result  of  the  competition  was  a  vic- 
tory for  the  North  westerns  by  a  score  of  71 
points  to  54. 

The  summary  follows  : 

100-yard  run— Jones,  Northwestern,  i;  Burroughs, 
Chicago,  2;  Elliot,  Northwestern,  3.     Time,  10  1-5S. 

220-yard  run— Jones,  Northwestern,  i;  Burroughs, 
Chicago,  E«  Maloney,  Chicago,  3.     Time,  22  3-5S. 

440-yard 'run— Maloney,  Chicago,  i;  Jackson,  North- 
western, 2;  Fair,  Chicago,  3.    Time,  53  3-5S. 

880-yard  run— White,  Chicago,  i;  Smith,  Chicago,  2; 
Barton,  Chicago,  3.    Time,  2m.  12s. 

i-mile  run— Smith,  Chicago,  i;  Beers,  Chicago,  2; 
Gates,  Northwestern,  3.    Time,  4m.  50  4-5S. 

i-mile  walk— Parker,  Chicago,  i ;  Pease,  Northwest- 
ern, 2.     Time,  8m.  5  1-5S, 

120-vard  hurdle  race  —  Brown,  Northwestern,  i; 
Herschberger,  Chicago,  2;  Calhoun,  Chicago,  3.  Time, 
16  3-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Perry,  North  western, i;  Brown, 
Northwestern,  2;  Hunter,  Northwestern,  3.  Time, 
28  4-5S. 

Discus  throw— Herschberger,  Chicago,  i,  92ft.;  Mor- 
timer. Chicago,  2,  90ft.  4in.;  Rodman,  Northwestern,  3, 
89ft.  4in. 

Shot  put — Brewer,  Northwestern,  i,  38ft.  2in.;  Perry, 
Northwestern,  2,  36ft.  sin.;  Kennedy,  Chicago,  3,  35ft. 
6in. 

Hammer  throw — Levings,  i,  103  ft. ;  Wilson,  North- 
western, 2,  102ft.  loin.;  Mortimer,  Chicago,  3,  97ft.  6in. 

Running  broad  jump— Perry,  Northwestern,  i;  Leake, 
Chicago,  2;  Mantor,  Northwestern,  3.  Distance,  20ft. 
^in. 

Running  high  jump— Perr}',  Northwestern,  i;  Hun- 
ter, Northwestern,  2;  Schmall,  Chicago,  3.  Height,  5ft. 
4in. 

Pole  vault — Wilson,  Northwestern,  1;  Jones,  North- 
western, 2;  Leake,  Chicago,  3.    Height,  loft. 

CORNELL   AND    SYRACUSE. 

The  annual  dual  games  of  Cornell  and  Syra- 
cuse University,  held  at  Syracuse,  N.  Y,,  on 
May  7th,  once  more  resulted  in  a  victory  for 
Cornell,  but  by  no  means  by  a  large  margin,  the 
final  scores  being  Cornell  62  J^,  Syracuse  49  J^. 
Had  Lewis  not  fallen  in  the  120-yard  hurdle, 
the  figures  might  have  been  closer. 

The  summary  : 

loo-yard  run — Whittemore  won;  Prinstein  2,  Waite  3. 
Time,  10  1-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— Ripley,  Cornell,  won  ;  Cutler, 
Syracuse,  2  ;  Yale,  Cornell,  3.    Time,  17  1-5S. 

I-mile  walk— Zellar,  Cornell,  won  ;  Whitson,  Cor- 
nell, 2;  Day,  Syracuse,  3.     Time,  8m.  6  2-5S. 

I-mile  run- Barrett,  Cornell,  won;  Neville,  Syracuse, 
2;  Nettle,  Cornell,  3.    Time,  4m.  52  2-5S. 

440-yard  run — Lee,  Syracuse,  won  ;  Thompson,  Cor- 
nell, 2;  Vreeland,  Cornell,  3.    Time,  51  3-53. 

I  mile  bicycle  race — Ludwig,  Cornell,  won  ;  Chal- 
mers, Cornell,  2;  Hanson,  Cornell,  3.  Time,  3m.  10  1-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Lewis,  Syracuse,  won  ;  Chal- 
mers, Cornell,  2;  Clark,  Cornell,  3.    Time,  27  2-5S. 

220-yard  run — First  heat,  Whittemore,  Syracuse, 
won  ;  Waite,  Syracuse,  2;  Thompson,  Cornell,  3.  Time, 
22  4-5S. 

Half-mile  run — Bassett,  Cornell,  won  ;  Delameter, 
Cornell,  2;  Orvis,  Syracuse,  3.    Time,  2m.  6s. 

Hammer  throw — Class,  Syracuse,  won,  io4tt.  8m.; 
Vanlengen,  Syracuse,  2,  looft.  loin. ;  Lueder,  Cornell,  3, 
98ft.  i^in. 

Running  broad  jump — Prinstein,  Syracuse,  won, 
23ft.  lYiVa..-.  Whittemore,  Syracuse,  2,  21ft.  iiin.;  Lar- 
kin,  Cornell,  3,  21ft.  2in. 

Putting  the  shot— Lueder,  Cornell,  won,  37ft.  45^in.; 
Patten,  Syracuse,  2,  33ft.  sJ^in.;  Cleghorn,  Cornell,  3, 
33ft.  45-^in. 

Running  high  jump — Powell,  Cornell,  won,  5ft.  loin.; 
Prinstein,  Syracuse,  and  Warner,  Cornell,  tied  for  sec- 
ond place,  5ft.  3in 

Pole  vault— Kinzie  and  Deming,  Cornell,  tied  for 
first  place,  lofc;  Orvis,  Syracuse,  3,  gft.  6in. 

The  spring  games  of  Cornell  University  were 
held  at  the  Percy  Field,  May  10.  The  summary 
discloses  many  excellent  results.  Indeed,  this 
was  the  best  all-round  series  of  events  ever  held 
by  Cornell: 


loo-yard  dash— Baker  and  Taylor  ran  a  dead  heat 
for  first. 

120-yard  hurdle — Ripley  won;  Yale,  2;  Alexander,  3. 
Time,  16  1-53. 

440-yard  run — Vreeland  won;  .Sleicher,  2.  Time,  57 
2-5S. 

Mile  run— Barrett  won  ;  Tuttle,  2;  Sweet,  3.  Time, 
4m.  43  4-5S. 

Mile  walk — Zeller  won;  Whitson,  2;  Cleghorn,  3. 
Time,  7m.  22  4-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle — H.  E.  Clark  won;  D.  C.  Chalmers, 
2;  Walters,  3.    Time,  27  2-5S. 

220-yard  dash — Final  heat,  Baker  won;  Joseph,  2; 
Delameter,  3.    Time,  23  3-53. 

Half-mile  run — Bassett  won;  Yeatman,  2;  Gignoux, 
3.    Time,  2m.  3  4-5S. 

Shot  pat— Lueder  won;  Young,  2;  Cleghorn,  3.  Dis- 
tance, 37ft. 

Pole  vault — Kinsey  won;  height,  loft.  2j^in.;  Geo. 
Young,  2,  gft.  tiin.;  Forne}-,  3. 

Running  high  jump  did  not  come  off. 

i6-lb.  hammer— Lueder  won;  Young,  2;  Reed,  3.  Dis- 
tance, 94ft.  2in. 

Broad  jump — Larkin  won;  distance,  21ft.  gin.; 
Kellv,  2,  20ft.  ein. ;  W.  W.  Patterson,  3, 20ft.  sin. 

The  annual  games  of  the  Argyle  Athletic 
Association  were  held  at  Berkeley  Oval,  May 
nth.  The  open  bicycle  events  brought  out 
riders  from  Columbia,  Yale,  and  Princeton. 

The  summary  follows: 

CLOSED  EVENTS. 

loo-yard  dash — Won  by  T.  L.  Manson,  Jr.;  W.  H.  Pow- 
ers, 2  ;    S.  O.  Vander  Poel,  3.     Time,  iis. 

Half-mile  bicycle  race,  handicap — Won  by  S.  O. Van- 
der Poel,  scratch;  S.  Maben,  scratch,  2;  Alexander  Ea- 
kin,  50  yards,  3.    Time,  im.  9  1-5S. 

i2o-yard  hurdle  race  (2  ft.  6  in.)— Won  by  W.  H.  Pow- 
ers; T.  L.  Manson,  Jr.,  2;  S.  O.  Vander  Poel,  3.  Time, 
i6s. 

1-mile  bicycle  race,  handicap— Won  by  S.  O.  Vander 
Poel,  scratch;  Spencer  Maben,  scratch,  2;  C.  Ostrom, 
80  yards,  3.     Time,  2m.  41  2-58. 

Putting  i2-lb.  shot— Won  by  J.  S.  Eakin,  with  a  put  of 
32ft.  8  3-4in.:  L.W.  Gibbons,  2,  with  a  put  of  27ft.  8  i-4in.; 
Charles  A.  Dana,  3,  with  a  put  of  26ft.  3  1-4  in. 

Runningbroad  jump— Won  by  S.  O.  Vander  Poel,  17ft, 
2  i-2in.;  J.  S.  Eakin,  2,  i6ft.  1-4  in.;  W.  H.  Powers,  3, 15ft. 
10  i-2in, 

OPEN  EVENTS. 

100-yard  dash— Won  by  F.  C.  Simons,  Columbia  Uni- 
versity; J.  Elemdorf,  Collegiate  School,  2;  B.  W.  Wen- 
man,  Columbia  University,  3.    Time,  iis. 

Half-mile  bicycle  race.  Collegiate — Won  by  Ray  Daw- 
son,Columbia;  Irwin  A.  Powell, Columbia,  2;  W.  M.  Mc- 
Cutcheon,  Yale,  3.    Time,  im.  25  3-5S. 

440 -yard  run — Won  by  B.  R.White,  Berkeley  School ; 
J.  McMillan,  Barnard  School,  2;  J.  T.  McAnerney,  Cut- 
ler School,  3.     Time,  54  4-5S. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  H.  O.  Mosenthal,  Columbia 
University:  P.  H.  Christensen,  Berkeley  School,  2;  L.  S. 
Thurston,  Columbia  University,  3.    Time,  2m.  7s. 

2-mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  Charles  Warren,  Cutler 
School;  A.  N.  Ransom,  Tutor,  2;  Le  Roy  See,  Berkeley 
School,  3.    Time,  5m.  32s. 

I-mile  bicycle  race.  Collegiate — Won  by  Irwin  A. 
Powell,  Columbia;  Bert  Ripley,  Princeton,  2;  A,  W 
Howard,  Yale,  3.     Time,  2m.  53  2-53. 

2-mile  bicycle  race.  Collegiate — Won  by  J.  H,  Wear, 
Yale;  F.  T.  Anderson,  Yale,  2;  Irwin  A.  Powell,  Co- 
lumbia, 3.    Time,  5m.  35  1-5S. 

Vigilant. 

pacific  coast. 

intercollegiate  field  day. 

The  sixth  annual  intercollegiate  field  day  be- 
tween Stanford  University  and  the  University 
of  California  was  held  at  the  Olympic  Club 
grounds  on  Saturday,  April  23d.  The  day  re- 
sulted in  a  victory  for  the  University  of  Cali- 
fornia, with  a  score  of  88  points  to  38. 

The  results  were  as  follows  : 

loo-yard  dash— Drum,  U.  of  C. ;  Broughton,  U.  of  C., 
2;  Brunton,  Stanford,  3.    Time,  10  2-5S. 

I-mile  run — Smith,  Stanford  ;  Carrol,  U.  of  C,  2  ; 
Williams,  Stanford,  3.    Time,  4m.  38  2-5S. 

I-mile  walk — Walsh  and  Westerfeld,  U.  of  C,  tied 
for  first  place;  Lonsley,  Stanford,  3.    Time,  7m.  593. 


GOLF. 


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T2o-yard  hurdle  race— Morgan,  Stanford  ;  Dawson, 
U.  of  C,  2;  Culver,  Stanford,  3.    Time,  161-5S. 

220-yard  dash— Drum,  U.  of  C;  Woolsey,  U.  of  C, 
2;  Brunton,  Stanford,  3.     Time,  23  2-53. 

880-yard  run— Carpenter,  U.  of  C. ;  Smith,  Stan- 
ford, 2;  Carrol,  U   of  C,  3.     Time,  2m.  3s. 

220-yard  hurdle — Morgan,  Stanford;  Woolsey,  U.  of 
C,  2;  Dawson,  U.  of  C,  3.    Time,  26  2-5S. 

^40-yard  run  —  Drum,  U.  of  C;  Hinz,  U.  of  C,  2; 
Diggles,  Stanford,  3.    Time,  53  1-53. 

High  jump — Morgan,  Stanford,  and  Hoffman,  U.  of 
C.  tied  at  5ft,  loj/oin.;  Miller,  U.  of  C,  3. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot -Greisberg,  U.  of  C,  39ft.  8in.; 
Woolsey.  U.  of  C,  38ft.    8in.;  Peck,  U.  of  C,  38ft.  5'/^in. 

Pole  vault — Hoffman,  U.  of  C.  ;  Mumma,  U.  of  C, 
and  Boyd,  Stanford,  tied  for  second  and  third  places. 
Height,   loft.  6^2  in. 

Broad  jump— Broughton,  U.  of  C,  22ft.  loin.;  Cul- 
ver, Stanford,  21ft.  s^in.;  Dozier,  U.  of  C,  20ft.   sV^in. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  ha,mmer — Guiberson,  U.  of  C,  127ft.; 
Greisberg,  U.  of  C,  123ft.;  Fickert,  Stanford,  113ft. 

FIELD    DAY    OF    THE    PACIFIC    ATHLETIC    ASSOCIA- 
TION   OF    THE   AMERICAN   AMATEUR    UNION. 

The  field  day  of  the  Pacific  Athletic  Asso- 
ciation of  the  American  Amateur  Union  was 
held  at  the  Olympic  Club  grounds,  San  Fran- 
cisco, on  Saturday,  April  30th.  The  weather 
was  windy,  chilly,  and  unfavorable  to  good 
performances.  Broughton,  of  the  University 
of  California,  made  the  Pacific  Coast  record  for 
a  broad  jump  with  a  distance  of  23  feet  4 
inches.  Morgan,  of  Stanford  University,  won 
the  120-yard  hurdle  in  15  4-5S.,  and  tied  Torrey's 
record  of  26s.  for  the  220-yard  hurdle.  He 
also  took  second  place  in  the  high  jump,  thus 


proving  the  individual  champion  of  the  day. 
The  University  of  California  won  the  teanri 
championship  with  55  points  ;  the  Amateur 
Academic  League  scored  40,  and  Stanford  Uni- 
versity 20. 

Following  is  the  summary  : 

100-yard  dash— Abadie,  A.  A.  L. ;  Drum,  U.  of  C,  2; 
Broughton,  U.  of  C,  3.     Time,  lo  2-58. 

220-yard  dash— Drum,  U.  of  C. ;  Riccomi,  A.  A.  L., 
2  ;  McGuire,  A.  A.  L.,  3.    Time,  23  2-5S. 

440-yard  run— Cadogan,  A.  A.  L. ;  Hinz,  U.  of  C,  2  ; 
Woolsey,  U.  of  C,  3.     Time,  52s. 

880-yard  run— Carpenter,  U.  of  C. ;  Strout,  Stanford, 
2  ;  Goshen,  A.  A.  L.,  3.    Time,  2m.  3a. 

i-mile  run— Finne,' A.  A.  L.  ;  Carpenter,  U.  of  C,  2; 
Jackson,  U.  of  C,  3.     Time,  4m.  42  4-5S. 

i-mile  walk— Westerfeld,  U.  of  C.  ;  Lonsley,  Stan- 
ford, 2.     Time,  7m.  58s. 

120-yard  hurdle— Morgan,  Stanford  ;  Dawson,  U.  of 
C,  2  ;  McCarger,  A.  A.  L.,  3.     Time,  15  4-55. 

220-yard  hurdle— Morgan,  Stanford  ;  Dawson,  U.  of 
C,  2  ;  Spencer,  A.  A.  L.,  3.    Time,  26s. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot — Guiberson,  U.  of  C,  3gft.,  2  1-2 
in.  ;  Greisberg,  U.  of  C.,  2,  38ft.  2in.  ;  Woolsey,  U.  of 
C,  3,  37ft.  9  i-2in. 

Ruriningbroad  jump— Broughton,  U.  of  C,  23ft.  4in.- 
Brock,  A._A.  L.,  2,  20ft.  3  3-4in.  ;  Woodrum,  A.  A.  L.,  3, 
19ft.  II  i-2in. 

Pole  vault— Hoffman,  U.  of  C,  loft.  6  i-4in.;  Mum- 
ma, U.  of  C,  2,  loft.  3in. ;  Boyd,  Stanford,  3,  10ft. 

Running  high  jump — Henley,  A.  A.  L.,  5ft.  Sin.  ; 
Morgan,  Stanford,  2,  5ft.  6in. ;  Brock,  A.  A.  L,.,  3,  5ft. 
sin. 

Throwmg  i6-lb.  hammer— Plaw,  A.  A.  L.,  129ft.  gin.; 
W.  W.  Smith,  A.  A.  L.,  2,  128ft.  6in.  ;  Edgren,  Reliance 
Athletic  Club,  3,ii27ft.  2in. 

Arthur  Inkersley. 


GOLF. 


A  TOURNAMENT  at  Lakewood,  several 
practice  matches  between  the  college 
teams  and  neighboring  golf  clubs,  and 
finally  the  intercollegiate  team  and  in- 
dividual matches  at  Ardsley,  havefiUed 
up  the  time  of  the  golfers  since  our  last  chron- 
icle m  these  columns. 

Seventy  players  started  in  the  tournament  at 
Lakewood.  The  day  wais  pleasant,  the  green 
in  fair  condition,  and,  now  that  we  have  had 
some  experience  m  such  matters,  the  machinery 
at  these  tournaments  runs  very  smoothly.  The 
man  who  does  a  hole  in  one,  and  the  man  who 
puts  standing  on  his  head,  were  both  present  at 
Lakewood,  so  that  the  success  of  the  tourna- 
ment may  be  said  to  have  been  complete.  The 
man  who  does  holes  in  one  did  only  one  hole  in 
that  figure,  and  the  man  who  puts  standing  on 
his  head  took  117  strokes  for  the  round,  so  that 
neither  was  in  good  form.  Strange  as  it  may 
seem  to  the  ingenious  minds  of  the  freak  put- 
ters, there  is  little  chance  that  any  merely  me- 
chanical discovery  will  be  made  to  insure  accu- 
rate putting.  The  royal  road  to  good  putting 
lies  over  just  as  stiff  country  as  the  royal  road 
to  learning.  Good  nerves,  much  practice,  confi- 
dence and  a  good  eye  make  a  good  putter, 
while  the  various  methods  of  the  contortionist 
never  result  in  much  more  than  temporary  and 
accidental  success.  As  a  distinguished  contem- 
porary poet  has  written  : 

He  who  lives  more  lives  than  one. 
More  deaths  than  one  mtistdie, 

so  also  we  venture  to  affirm  that  he  who  prac- 
tises many  and  fantastic  ways  of  putting  will 
gain  the  questionable  privilege  of  raissirig  the 
hole  in  more  ways  than  one. 


We  notice  that  the  habit  of  making  medal- 
play  scores  out  of  match-play  scores  still  con- 
tinues, and  still  continues  to  be  ridiculous.  A 
good  example  of  this  was  seen  during  the  in- 
tercollegiate matches  at  Ardsley,  where  in  sev- 
eral of  the  matches  the  contestants  made  phe- 
nomenal scores,  while,  when  it  came  down  to  the 
actual  test  of  the  medal  round,  only  one  man 
out  of  the  whole  lot  handed  in  a  card  under 
ninety.  These  approximate  scores  may  tickle 
the  vanity  of  this  one  or  that  one,  or  they  may 
serve  to  make  defeat  seem  less  bitter,  but  they 
are  misleading  as  scores  and  utterly  useless  as 
a  guide  to  any  one  who  is  studying  the  form  of 
the  players  or  the  difficulties  of  the  different 
links.  Probably  this  will  continue  to  be  done, 
since  human  vanity  is  insatiable  and  facts  are 
more  often  unwelcome  than  welcome.  Of  the 
seventy  players,  Mr.  W.  J.  Travis  handed  in 
the  best  score  for  the  preliminary  round,  a  very 
creditable  Si,  with  one  7  and  three  6's,  and  with 
fourteen  of  the  eighteen  holes  in  5  or  under. 
That  comes  very  near  being  high-class  golf, 
and  Mr.  Travis  has  our  best  wishes  for  many 
more  such  rounds  in  the  months  to  come. 

The  eight  men  who  handed  in  scores  under 
ninety  included  Messrs. Toler,  Tyng,  Harriman, 
Fairbanks  (a  new  man  from  Scotland),  Robbins, 
Richardson,  and  Bohlen.  There  was  the  usual 
number  of  good  men,  such  as  Messrs.  Lynch, 
Riddle,  Bayard,  and  Park,  who  did  not  get  into 
the  first  sixteen,  and  also  a  rather  unusual  num- 
ber of  gentlemen  out  for  a  walk  and  a  little  ex- 
ercise who  blithely  handed  in  scores  up  to  126. 
We  write  of  these  latter  in  no  flippant  tone. 
Again  we  say  it,  they  are  the  backbone  of  sport, 
whether  it  be  golf  or  anything  else,  and  long 
may  they  continue  to  take  part  in  tournaments 


3i6 


OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


and  increase  in  numbers.  Sport  dies  when  it 
becomes  narrowed  down  to  the  experts.  All 
tournaments,  whether  for  the  championship  or 
not,  should  be  kept  wide  open  to  any  man  who 
behaves  like  a  gentleman  and  plays  like  one. 
If  we  smile,  or  laugh  out  loud  even,  occasionally 
at  some  of  their  performances,  it  is  all  in  good 
part.  We  are  the  fast  friend  of  the  duffer,  of 
the  man  who  plays  for  the  sake  of  the  game 
and  not  for  the  prize,  and  long  may  he  live, 
and  long  may  he  be  here  to  uphold  his  rights. 

In  the  first  round  for  the  cup  Chadwick  beat 
Vanderpool,  Travis  beat  Bohlen,  Harriman 
beat  Toler  in  a  capital  match,  Richardson  beat 
McCauley,  Walthew  beat  Fellowes,  Tailer  beat 
Fairbanks,  Robbins  beat  Tyng,  Douglas  beat 
De  Raismes.  In  the  final  rounds  Douglas  beat 
Richardson  rather  easily;  and  the  final  round 
for  the  Consolation  Cup  was  won  by  the  young 
Harvard  player,  M.  S.  Barger.  In  the  handi- 
cap Mr.  A.  M.  Reed,  with  a  handicap  of  8,  won 
with  a  gross  85  ;  but  the  best  score  of  the  day 
was  again  that  of  Mr.  Travis,  who  handed  in  a 
gross  79,  made  up  of  4  sixes,  4  fives,  6  fours,  3 
threes  and  a  two,  a  first-rate  card.  The  next 
best  gross  score  was  that  of  Mr.  Lynch,  who 
handed  in  an  83. 

The  four  college  teams  from  Harvard,  Yale, 
Columbia  and  Princeton  have  been  getting 
what  practice  they  could  with  other  teams  be- 
fore their  own  struggle  at  Ardsley.  The  Yale 
team,  playing  against  Ardsley,  won  by  32  to  6, 
Mr.  Betts  winning  from  Mr.  Malcolm  Graham 
by  6  holes,  Mr.  Reid  winning  from  Dr.  Wylie 
by  7  holes,  and  Mr.  Terry  winning  his  match 
against  Mr.  Sanger  by  8  holes. 

Yale  won  from  the  Staten  Island  team  by  17 
holes  to  6,  both  Betts  and  Terry  on  this  occa- 
sion being  beaten  by  Armstrong  and  Chadwick, 
but  the  tail-enders  making  up  the  deficiencies. 
On  still  another  day  Yale  had  some  capital 
practice  against  a  strong  St.  Andrew's  team. 
In  this  match  Mr.  Reid  beat  Mr.  W.  H.  Sands 
by  7  holes,  but  Betts  was  again  beaten  this 
time  3  holes  by  A.  M.  Robbins,  while  Terry 
and  Bowers  finished  their  match  all  square. 
The  tail-enders  this  time  lost  11  holes  between 
them.  On  April  30th  the  Harv^ard  team  had  a 
little  practice  against  a  team  from  the  Brookline 
Country  Club,  winning  the  match  by  34  to  4, 
five  of  the  Harvard  team  being  responsible  for 
30  holes  between  them. 

In  the  intercollegiate  match  at  Ardsley, 
Harvard  beat  Columbia  by  33  to  o,  Mortimer, 
of  the  Columbia  team,  being  the  only  one  on  his 
side  to  square  his  match,  all  the  others  being 
down  from  3  to  12  holes,  a  very  bad  beating. 
In  the  Yale-Princeton  raatch  the  Yale  team 
won,  12  to  8.  J.  J.  Blair,  of  the  Princeton  team, 
beat  Betts  by  4  up.  Mr.  Betts  seems  to  have 
started  the  season  badly,  but  it  is  hardly  pos- 
sible that  a  man  who  has  got  so  well  into  the 
swing  of  the  game,  as  he  proved  himself  to  be 
last  year,  will  not  recover  his  form  before  the 
season  is  over.  In  the  finals,  contrary  to  the 
general  expectation,  Yale  won  from  Harvard. 
It  may  be  interesting  to  some  of  our  readers  to 
know  that  the  course  at  Ardsley  is  as  follows: 


I 

2 

1  3 

4 

5 

6 

7  1  8 

9 

205 
10 

225 

290 
12 

122 
13 

375 
14 

325 
15 

183  1  400 
16  1  17 

250 
1.8 

350  1  355  I  175  I  330  I  235  I  385  I  450  I  250  I  500 


The  par  score  for  the  course  is  estimated  as 
follows:  4,  4,  4,  3,  5,  5,  4,  5,  4,  5,  5,  3,   5,  4, 

5.  5.  4.-5— 79- 

On  the  last  day  at  medal  play  for  the  cup 
won  last  year  by  Mr.  L.  P.  Bayard,  of  Prince- 
ton, the  winner  was  Mr.  Terry,  of  the  Yale 
team, who  handed  in  a  score  of  87;  the  next  two 
cards  were  those  of  Mr.  Barger,  of  Harvard,  an 
88,  and  Mr.  Curtis,  of  Harvard,  an  88,  followed 
by  the  two  Yale  men,  Reid  and  Betts,  each  with 
90. 

On  the  other  side  of  the  water,  the  two 
famous  clubs  from  Westward  Ho  and 
Hoylake  played  a  team  match,  36  holes,  of  four- 
teen men  a  side,  Westward  Ho  winning,  68  to 
47.  The  tail-enders  of  the  Hoylake  team  lost 
them  the  match,  for  Mr.  J.  Ball, Jr.,  and  Mr.  H. 
H.  Hilton  and  Mr.  C.  Hutchings,  the  leaders, 
put  30  holes  to  the  credit  of  their  side  between 
them.  Mr.  Hilton's  score  for  the  36  holes  was 
159,  or  at  the  rate  of  a  little  more  than  4  1-2 
a  hole  for  the  round.  He  had  one  seven,  two 
sixes,  and  all  the  other  thirty-three  holes  in  5  or 
under,  and  this  over  a  long  and  difficult  course. 

In  the  matter  of  the  team  match  between  the 
Canadians  and  Americans,  it  is  to  be  hoped 
that  it  will  be  strictly  an  American  team. 
Much  as  we  might  like  to  play  Whigham, 
Douglas,  Stewart,  and  perhaps  Menzies  and 
Fairbanks,theyought  on  noaccounttobe  chosen. 
They  are  no  more  representative  of  Amer- 
ican golf  than  Hilton  would  be  if  he  happened 
to  become  a  member  of  one  of  our  clubs  during 
a  visit  to  this  country.  The  committee  in  power 
should  bear  this  in  mind.  If  necessary  let  us 
be  beaten — though  we  doubt  if  that  be  the  final 
outcome — but  in  an}"-  event  we  must  send  a 
team  of  ten  men  to  Canada  about  whose  right 
to  play  as  Americans  there  cannot  be  the 
shadow  of  a  doubt.  Let's  have  no  jockeying 
at  our  golf,  at  any  rate.  Better  a  thousand  times 
to  be  beaten  twice  a  year  for  the  next  ten 
years  than  to  give  any  occasion  for  questioning 
the  absolute  uprightness  of  our  intentions  in 
picking  the  American  team  to  play  against 
Canada.  Let  it  be  understood  from  the  start, 
and  then  there  can  be  no  hard  feeling  about 
it,  that  good,  or  bad,  or  indifferent,  the  team 
is  to  be  made  up  of  Americans,  and  of  Amer- 
icans only,  and  of  American  amateurs  at  that. 

As  we  go  to  press  the  scores  from  Baltusrol 
are  coming  in.  Up  to  the  present  writing  Mr. 
Toler  and  Mr.  Tyng  head  the  list  with  88  and 
90  respectively. 

Fixtures  from  June  to  September  thus  far 
announced  are  : 

June  2-4 — Oakland  Golf  Club,  Bayside,  L.  I. 

July  1-4 — Seabright  Golf  Club,  Seabright, 
N.J. 

July  26-30 — Invitation,  Shinnecock  Hills  Golf 
Club,  Southampton,  L.  I. 

August  18-20 — Norwood  Golf  Club,  Long 
Branch,  N.  J. 

September  8-10 — Baltusrol  Golf  Club,  Short 
Hills,  N.  J. 

September  12-17— Amateur  championship, 
Morris  County  Golf  Club,  Morristown,  N.  J. 

September  22-24 — Invitation,  North  Jersey 
Country  Club,  Paterson,  N.  J. 

September  29-October  i — Tuxedo  Golf  Club, 
Tuxedo,  N.  Y. 

September  29-October  i— Invitation,  West- 
brook  Golf  Club,  East  Islip,  L.  I.  P.  C. 


EgUESTRIANlvSM. 


HORSE  SHOWS liKOOKI.YN. 


THE  boisterous  Aveather  which  prevailed 
during  the  latter  part  of  April  and  early 
in  May  had,  if  anything,  a  beneficial 
effect  on  the  last  of  the  indoor  horse 
shows.  Brooklyn  had  the  call  upon  the  best 
horses  and  most  popular  showmen  in  the  vicin- 
ity of  the  metropolis  for  its  sixth  annual  exhi- 
bition, and  never  did  the  arena  and  galleries  of 
the  Riding  and  Driving  Club-house  look  gayer 
or  more  animated  than  on  the  evenings  of 
April  2Sth,  29th,  30th.  The  seating  capacity 
of  the  house  was  taxed  to  its  limit. 

Both  the  saddle  and  harness  departments 
were  exceedingly  rich  in  quality,  the  former 
especially  so,  a  case  in  point  being  an  entry 
from  the  HoUoway  stable,  a  chestnut  mare 
called  Lady  Lone,  and  cleverly  shown  by  the 
owner's  son.  Miss  Gallatin's  chestnut  mare 
Baby  Anne  was  of  a  distinctly  different  type, 
and  ranked  second  over  a  gray  mare  of  excel- 
lent shape  and  smoothly  gaited,  but  decidedly 
not  fast  at  any  pace.  A  brilliant  chestnut 
horse  well  named  Oriflamme,  belonging  to  E. 
T.  Talmadge  and  ridden  by  the  veteran  train- 
er Charles  Railey,  did  not  get  down  to  busi- 
ness long  enough  to  warrant  the  judges  in  put- 
ting it  where  it  might  have  rested  when  the  rib- 
bons were  awarded.  W.  A.  McGibbon  again 
demonstrated  his  superiority  in  the  saddle. 

Recording  the  winnings  of  the  gelding  Ches- 
ter, owned  by  Miss  Adelaide  Doremus,  is  be- 
coming positively  monotonous,  but  the  truth 
must  be  told  over  and  over  again,  for  the  geld- 
ing not  only  won  first  prize  on  the  opening 
night  over  Mr.  Talmadge's  Patsy  McCord,  but 
took  the  blue  when  shown  in  a  saddle  tan- 
dem class  in  the  lead  of  that  sweet  little  brown 
mare  Lady  Babbie.  Miss  Doremus  acquitted 
herself  nobly  on  this  occasion,  notwithstanding 
it  was  rather  a  new  experience  to  her.  Indeed, 
this  tandem  class  was  one  of  the  best  features 
of  the  show,  and  proved  how  very  clever  the 
young  lady  riders  are  becoming  in  a  branch 
of  equestrianism  heretofore  conducted  almost 
wholly  by  members  of  the  sterner  sex.  Miss 
Emily  Bedford  showed  long-tailed  horses  hand- 
ily, and  took  second  prize,  while  Miss  Ethel 
Moore  received  the  lion's  share  of  applause  by 
her  extremely  clever  work  riding  a  brown 
gelding  and  driving  a  rakish  -  looking  gray 
mare.  This  latter  appeared  to  much  better  ad- 
vantage on  the  closing  day  of  the  show  when 
ridden  by  Miss  Moore,  beating  E.  T.  Bedford's 
Masterstroke  and  a  heavy  bay  horse  shown  by 
G.  H.  Potter.  Miss  Milhau  had  the  mount  on 
a  rare  good  sort  called  Blue  Point,  but  it  was 
stilty  at  times,  and  so  did  not  climb  higher. 

Some  capital  heavyweight  carriers  were 
shown,  Mr.  Moore's  Lordship  being  deemed 
best  of  the  lot,  the  six-year-old  King  Tom, 
shown  by  W.  L.  Candee,  getting  second  place, 
G.  H.  Potter  riding  E.  T.  Bedford's  Master- 
stroke into  third  position. 

In  the  long-tail  classes  there  was  not  an 
abundance  of  quality.  Particularly  was  this 
noticeable  in  the  winner,  a  white-legged  chest- 
nut horse  called  Silver  Thread,  that  had  all  the 
pace  and  carriage  necessary  for  the  manege, 
but  was  not  pleasing  in  point  of  conformation. 


Mr.  A.  J.  Nutting's  pair  of  bay  geldings 
Duke  and  Holly  came  to  the  front  in  great 
shape  when  shown  at  the  top  of  their  speed, 
and  on  that  account,  of  course,  are  not,  strictly 
speaking,  park  horses.  In  another  class  they 
were  put  down  second  and  third  when  shown 
singly,  Mr.  Salmon's  Highflyer  very  properly 
being  put  up  first.  I  cannot,  however,  agree 
with  the  decision  placing  Mr.  Tooker's  Romp 
over  Duke  in  the  latter  class,  as  a  turn  of  show- 
iness  at  speed  is  commendable  in  a  gig,  which 
is  a  sporty  trap  and  calls  for  a  little  ginger  in 
the  shafts.  Ladies  should  never  drive  at  speed, 
and  a  horse  given  to  that  sort  of  thing  ought 
not  to  win  in  a  lady's  class  ;  but  Duke  was 
awarded  the  blue,  and  went  quietly  without 
being  checked  up,  his  driver,  Miss  Schwartz- 
welder,  putting  the  gelding  through  very  easily. 
Chester  does  not  look  well  in  harness,  and 
Miss  Doremus  would  do  well  not  to  show  him 
elsewhere  than  under  saddle. 

When  these  same  horses  appeared  in  pairs 
the  cognoscenti  were  again  nonplused,  Mr. 
Nutting's  Duke  and  Holly  forging  away  to  the 
front  with  ease,  and  the  "  cliff  climber  "  Vogue 
and  mate  getting  placed  second,  Chester  and 
Lady  Babbie,  with  not  much  action  to  speak 
of,  but  a  gentle  pair  for  a  lady,  ranking  third, 
the  turnout  being  exquisitely  appointed. 

There  was  nothing  in  the  show  to  approach 
in  style  and  finish  Mr.  Charles  F.  Bates'  un- 
beatable pair,  Coxey  and  Brown  Donna.  Again 
in  the  harness  tandem  division,  Coxey  in  the 
wheel  and  Whirl  of  the  Town  in  traces,  it  was 
the  same  story,  "up  top,  up  top,"  without  a 
moment's  hesitation. 

Young  Louis  Haight,  in  the  sporting  tandem 
class,  showed  a  dexterity  far  beyond  expecta- 
tions in  the  matter  of  unharnessing  and  sad- 
dling his  own  horses,  and  when  it  came  to  put- 
ting his  leader  over  the  jumps,  he  proved  an 
adept  of  the  good  old-fashioned  type;  and  the 
way  Herbert  Potter  rushed  his  mount  at  the 
stiff  timber  was  a  severe  shock  to  the  nervous 
folk  present. 

"  Ladies  to  ride,"  caused  a  flutter  of  excite- 
ment, and  here  Miss  Ethel  Moore  especially 
distinguished  herself  on  the  brown  gelding 
Merry  Legs.  Miss  Whiting  let  Mr.  Pirie's 
Nodaway  get  at  the  timber  too  rashly,  but 
took  second  prize.  Miss  Zimmerman  and  Miss 
Kenyon  taking  matters  more  easily,  although 
noi  getting  so  high  at  the  finish.  Messrs.  Hart 
Bros.'  Richmond  and  Mr.  Hollo  way's  Roanoke 
ran  a  neck-and-neck  finish  over  the  six  suc- 
cessive jumps,  and,  while  the  judges  awarded 
first  prize  to  the  former,  the  onlookers  were  un- 
able to  pick  the  winner,  so  evenly  did  the  two 
horses  perform.  W.  D.  Grand's  Red  Oak,  a 
natural  jumper,  was  placed  third.  Young 
Sidney  HoUoway,  like  his  pretty  sister,  comes 
of  a  hunting  family,  and  rides  like  a  veteran. 
The  boy  is  so  light  that  his  horse  has  to  carry 
forty  or  more  pounds  of  dead  weight  to  make 
up  the  penalty,  and  he  has  such  light  hands 
that  it  is  really  wonderful  how  he  manages  to 
control  his  mounts.  But  the  youngster  has  the 
real  old  stuff  inside  of  him,  and  it  is  a  treat  to 
see  him  put  'em  over  the  sticks. 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


The  indoor  show  of  the  Detroit  Riding  Club, 
the  fifth  annual  event,  which  took  place  April 
20th-23d,  was  a  pronounced  success.  M  r.  Adam 
Beck,  of  London,  Ont. ,  showed  several  hunters, 
including  Melrose,  Lady  Isabel  and  Huntsman, 
this  last  one  of  the  best  seen  out  for  many 
}rears  and  winning  easily  on  two  occasions  and 
getting  second  prize  in  another  class  at  this 
show. 

The  Cleveland  contingent  showed  up  well  at 
Detroit,  getting  upward  of  a  dozen  ribbons 
with  eight  horses.  Mrs.  P.  M.  Arthur  won 
easily  with  her  superb  saddle-horse  Royalty,  in 
a  class  calling  for  beauty,  style  and  manners, 
also  in  a  class  requiring  horses  up  to  carrying 
150  lbs.  In  the  heavyweight  class  Mr.  G.  B. 
PettingiU  took  first  with  El  Capitan,  and  re- 
peated in  a  class  calling  for  combination  saddle 
and  harness  horses. 

In  a  class  for  hunting  tandems  Adam  Beck 
took  first  prize  with  Lady  Roseberry  in  traces 
and  over  the  jumps,  his  wheeler  being  Lady 
Isabel. 

An  innovation  was  a  class  for  teams  of  two 
jumpers,  Mr.  W.  T.  White  on  Rifle  and  Mr.  F. 
R.White  on  the  well-known  Rally  wood  getting 
first  prize.  In  the  class  for  harness  tandems 
Mr.  John  Owen,  Jr.,  won  with  Lady  Maud  and 
Swell;  and  in  the  class  for  pairs  to  brougham, 
appointments  also  to  count,  Mr.  George  H. 
Barbour  took  highest  honors  with  the  chestnut 
geldings  Baron  and  Royal. 

Unicorn  teams  made  a  pleasing  exhibit,  the 
winner  being  Mr.  Wm.  J.  Henkle,  whose 
horses  were  driven  by  F.  C.  McMillan.  The 
same  exhibitor  won  again  in  the  class  for 
bachelor's  turnout,  while  in  the  class  for  single 
high-steppers  Adam  Beck  put  in  the  winner 
when  he  entered  his  bay  gelding  Rarebit. 

MINEOLA. 

The  weather  was  unpropitious  on  the  opening 
day  of  the  first  al  fresco  event  of  the  season,  the 
Queens  County  Horse  Show  at  Mineola,  May 
i2th,  but  nevertheless  there  was  a  goodly  num- 
ber of  fashionables  at  the  pretty  show-grounds 
on   Long  Island. 

Mineola's  show  this  3'ear  will  go  on  record  as 
marking  the  super -conscientiousness  of  the 
saddle-horse  judge,  Mr.  James  T.  Hyde.  An 
old  cross-country  rider  and  one  particularly 
fond  of  a  "bit  o'  blood,"  this  gentleman  dis- 
tinguished himself  on  this  occasion,  picking 
out  breeding,  manners,  quality  and  pace  in  all 
changes  before  he  awarded  his  ribbons;  and  he 
evidently  regretted  that  he  had  no  more  to  be- 
stow, so  very  close  was  the  contest  Mr.  Hyde 
found  his  winner  in  the  gray  mare  Her  Lady- 
ship, which,  while  well  modeled,  was  slow,  yet 
graceful  at  the  changes.  Miss  L.  H.  Wether- 
bee  was  awarded  second  rosette  for  her  finely 
mannered  mare  Caramel,  Charles  Railey  riding 
Miss  Whitcomb's  Abdula,  leggy  and  light,  into 
third  position,  and  a  good  serviceable  sort 
called  Sport,  shown  cleverly  by  A.  W.  McGib- 
bon,  getting  the  white  ribbon.  Gordon  Grand's 
remarkably  well-finished  Exclusive,  which  was 
exceedingly  handy  at  all  the  paces  under  Stan- 
ton Elliott's  guidance,  was  left  out  of  the  quar- 
tet, though  how  such  a  careful  judge  ever 
came  to  miss  him  was  hard  to  understand.  The 
horse  is,  of  his  type,  one  in  a  thousand. 


Ponies  under  saddle  were  of  all  varieties,  and 
the  14. 1  limit  was  pushed  very  hard,  for  some 
of  the  entries  appeared  above  that  standard  as 
they  stood  together.  Breed,  blood,  finish  and 
ranginess  came  to  the  front  in  Albert  Bost- 
wick's  K.  C. ,  but  not  before  saddles  had  been 
removed  and  Mr.  Hyde  had  bobbed  up  and 
down  in  his  own  inimitable  style  and  tried 
them  all  out.  He  was  inconsistent,  however, 
in  awarding  second  to  the  coarse  black  gelding 
Satan,  as  if  he  had  followed  type.  C.  Albert 
Stevens's  third-prize  horse.  The  Witch,  was  a 
likelier  one,  being  well  put  up  and  smooth  at 
the  gaits. 

Mr.  O.  H.  P.  Belmont,  for  some  unaccount- 
able reason,  withdrew  his  great  pair  of  step- 
pers, Harkaway  and  Rockingham,  shortly  after 
entering  the  arena,  the  pair  seeming  to  pull 
rather  hard  —  probably  bitted  too  light  or 
shown  rather  fresh  for  the  pace  required.  They 
looked  like  winning  and  their  withdrawal  was 
regretted.  Coxey  and  Brown  Donna  gave  a  re- 
markable proof  of  their  excellence  on  the  long 
stretch  of  track,  there  being  plenty  of  room 
here  for  showing  them  off.  They  outclassed 
Mr.  Carman's  Lord  Chumbley  and  mate,  which 
were  placed  second,  and  George  B.  Hulme's 
Lord  Brilliant  and  Lieutenant  Wilkes,  which 
finished  third,  the  three  teams  making  a  beau- 
tiful exhibit.  Mr.  Carman  won  easily  in  the 
other  class  with  his  big  rangy  pair  Walsingham 
and  Stranger. 

In  the  contest  between  horses  15  to  15.3  hands 
Coxey  and  Brown  Donna  had  to  try  harder,  as 
they  met  Mr.  Harry  P.  Whitney's  Ambition 
and  Rushlight,  a  magnificent  pair  of  steppers, 
rich  in  quality  and  bearing  themselves  proudly. 
They  had  to  succumb,  however.  Mr.  Tooker's 
entry,  Ruby  and  Romp,  were  not  well  controlled 
by  their  driver. 

Whirl  of  the  Town  moved  like  a  champion, 
and  as  a  matter  of  fact  was  the  freest  horse  in 
harness  at  the  show.  Batonyi  drove  the  second- 
prize  horse  for  Mr.  Thomas  HiUiard,  a  brown 
mare  called  Miss  Omaghand  a  really  good  sort. 
Mrs.  Foxhall  Keene  put  into  the  ring  one  of  the 
sweetest  ponies  it  has  been  my  privilege  to  see, 
namely,  the  chestnut  mare  Quickstep,  which 
won  with  the  greatest  of  ease,  and  should  do 
likewise  wherever  it  appears.  Mr.  Carman's 
pony  stallion  Eclipse  did  all  the  work  for  the 
first  prize  his  owner  received,  when  shown 
with  Rocket.  The  latter  is  no  match  for  the 
brown,  but,  having  the  substance,  it  would  do 
well  for  the  wheel  of  a  tandem  behind  Eclipse, 
which  is  perhaps  the  showiest  little  hackney 
stallion  of  his  inches  in  this  country. 

Messrs.  Willetts  &  Son  showed  up  strongly 
with  the  blood  of  Island  Wilkes  in  the  trotting 
and  roadster  classes,  the  two-year  bay  daughter 
of  the  celebrated  sire  being  one  of  the  very 
best  of  her  age,  well  grown,  lengthy,  grandly 
furnished  at  the  propellers  and  showing  the 
foundation  of  a  grand  race  mare  all  over.  The 
Arden  Farms  had  a  winner  in  the  brown  son  of 
Stamboul  called  Yukon,  a  really  beautiful  year- 
ling and  a  natural  mover.  The  same  exhibitors 
took  second  prize  with  the  bay  colt  Livingston, 
also  by  Stamboul.  Mr.  William  M.  V.  Hoff- 
man won  with  a  magnificent  pair  of  bays. 
Magic  Flute  and  May  K.,  shown  to  pneumatic 
buggy  in  faultless  style. 

A.  H.  Godfrey. 


CYCLING. 


NOTES   OF  THE   MONTH. 

THE  amateur  cycle  racing  season  in 
Greater  New  York  and  vicinity  was 
formally  opened  on  April  23d  by  a 
tournament  held  on  the  Berkeley  Oval 
track.  Irwin  A.  Powell,  the  two-mile 
amateur  national  champion,  finished  second 
in  both  of  the  collegiate  events,  and  rode  a 
special  half-mile,  tandem -paced,  in  52  2-5S. 
Summaries  : 

Half-mile  scratch,  final  heat — Ray  Dawson, 
Columbia,  first ;  I.  A.  Powell,  Columbia,  sec- 
ond ;  L.  Tweedy,  Yale,  third.  Time,  im. 
II  4-5S. 

Two-mile  scratch,  final  heat — Ray  Dawson, 
first ;  I.  A.  Powell,  second  ;  L.  Tweedy,  third. 
Time,  5m.  9  4-5S. 

One  mile,  metropolitan  schoolboys'  competi- 
tion— C.  Warren,  first  ;  Leroy  See,  second  ;  A. 
R.  Allen,  third.     Time,  2m.  45  4-5S. 

A  very  large  proportion  of  the  members  of 
the  National  Guards  of  the  several  States,  now 
under  arms  in  the  Spanish-American  war,  are 
cyclists,  over  two  thousand  wheelmen  being  in 
the  ranks  of  the  volunteers  from  the  State  of 
Illinois  alone.  While  a  majority  of  the  soldier- 
cyclists  will  serve  as  officers  and  privates  in 
their  regular  regiments,  it  is  probable  that  the 
bicycle  will  be  employed  as  a  means  of  recon- 
naissance and  for  dispatch  carrying,  through 
the  medium  of  the  organized  cycling  corps  of 
the  regular  army. 

Tandem  racing  is  growing  in  popularity  the 
present  season.  Tandem  handicaps  were  a 
pronounced  success  last  year,  and  will  be  found 
on  a  majority  of  1898  programmes,  while  other 
forms  of  tandem  competition  will  be  intro- 
duced. 


F.  L.  Dodds,  who  made  the  first  official 
hour-record  on  a  bicycle,  has  recently  died  at 
the  age  of  42  years.  He  made  the  record  in  a 
twenty -mile  race  at  Cambridge,  England, 
March  25,  1876,  the  distance  traveled  by  him  in 
the  hour  being  15  miles  1,480  yards.  Now  the 
same  record  stands  at  over  32  miles. 

A  novel  investigation  by  experts  has  re- 
cently been  made  by  The  VVe stern  Review  of 
Cojninerce  for  the  purpose  of  ascertaining  for 
its  subscribers  the  best  bicycle.  The  practical 
experts  composing  the  investigating  board 
gradually  weeded  the  machines  down  to  a  small 
number,  and  after  several  days  of  careful  test- 
ing of  the  relative  merits  of  the  machines  they 
were  unanimous  in  their  verdict  that  the  Lovell 
Diamond  was  undoubtedly  the  best  wheel 
made,  and  so  reported.  The  integrity  of  the 
firm  makes  such  an  expression  of  opinion  valu- 
able, for  the  Lovells  are  above  suspicion. 

By  a  singular  coincidence,  a  few  days  after 
this  award,  a  public  exhibition  of  a  Lovell 
Diamond's  capability  to  hold  together  was  ac- 
cidentally made  at  Somerville,  Mass.  A  wheel- 
woman  was  run  squarely  into  by  a  team,  and 
although  the  rims  and  spokes  were  broken  and 
twisted  out  of  all  semblance  to  their  original 
shape,  and  the  cranks,  pedals  and  handle-bars 
bent,  the  accompanying  illustration  shows  not 
a  joint  started  or  a  break  visible  anywhere. 
These  are  high  tributes  to  the  material  used 
and  the  care  exercised  in  the  construction  of 
the  Lovell  Diamond  wheels. 

American  road-racing  appears  to  be  on  an 
inevitable  and  permanent  decline.  The  Forest 
Park  road  race,  the  principal  event  of  the 
Southwest,  will  be  abandoned  this  year  be- 
cause of  a  lack  of  general  support. 


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OUTING  FOR  JUNE. 


The  amateur  national  cycling  championships 
for  1898  will  be  held  in  connection  with  the 
National  Meet  of  the  L.  A.  W. ,  at  Indianapolis. 
Ind.,  in  August.  A  new  four-lap  board  track, 
with  a  seating  capacity  of  over  seventeen 
thousand,  is  being  laid  for  use  at  that  tourna- 
ment, which  will  undoubtedly  be  the  best  of 
the  year. 

The  annual  election  of  the  Century  Road 
Club  of  America  was  held  in  Chicago  late  in 
April.  The  following  are  the  officers  elected 
for  the  ensuing  year  : 

President — Will  L.  Kreitenstein.Terre  Haute, 
Ind. 

First  Vice-President  —  C.  W.  Fourdrinier, 
Boston,  Mass. 

Second  Vice-President — A.  L.Mace,  St.  Paul, 
Minn. 

Secretary — C.  W.  Mears,  Cleveland,  O. 

Treasurer — Thomas  C.  Fry,  Rochester,  Pa. 

The  National  Red  Cross  Cycle  Corps,  whose 
purpose  it  is  to  render  prompt,  systematic  and 
effectual  aid  to  ill  or  injured  wheelwomen  and 
wheelmen,  is  being  organized,  with  head- 
quarters at  Chicago. 

The  Prowler. 

cycle  touring. 

The  general  adoption  of  wheeling  as  a 
method  of  personal  locomotion  has  provided  a 
means  for  making  delightful  summer  tours 
more  rapid  than  walking,  more  exhilarating 
than  driving,  and  more  popular  and  independ- 
ent than  transportation  by  railway  train  or 
trolley  car,  at  moderate  expense,  and  no  limit- 
ations to  one  in  good  health  and  condition,  save 
those  general  ones  of  roads  and  weather  and 
time. 

This  falling  back  on  one's  own  physical  re- 
sources in  the  matter  of  travel  is  certainly  a 
most  healthy  sign  of  the  times. 

The  tourist  is  the  best  exponent  of  the 
"higher  life  of  cycling,"  as  he  is  also  its  chief 
beneficiary.  He  has  unexcelled  opportunities 
for  the  study  of  nature  and  of  mankind,  and 
for  sight-seeing  in  general.  He  is  independent 
of  schedule  times,  ^ad  need  not  hasten  from 
that  which  satisfies,  nor  loiter  when  interest 
flags.  His  movements  are  practically  unrelated 
to  those  of  other  men,  and  his  progress  is  un- 
impeded by  any  of  the  common  annoj'-ances 
which  threaten  the  comfort  and  convenience  of 
other  travelers.  Wherever  the  tourist  guides 
his  wheel,  by  copse  or  cliff,  in  modern  village  or 
through  ancient  town;  amidst  abbey  ruins  or 
along  secluded  valleys  ;  on  the  borders  of  lake 
or  mountain  tarn ;  by  the  side  of  fringed  streams, 
along  gloomy  defiles,  or  to  some  quiet  sea-side 
resort,  he  cannot  fail  to  be  benefited  physically 
and  mentally  by  the  ever-changing  surround- 
ings of  his  holiday.  The  sea  always  possesses 
a  keen  interest  for  tourists  from  the  larger 
cities,  and  from  the  inland  generally.  The  curl- 
ing surf  melting  into  the  emerald  sea,  the 
stranded  fishing-boats,  and  all  the  parapherna- 
lia of  sea-faring  life,  with  the  seasoned  old 
boatmen,  make  impressive  and  long-remem- 
bered pictures. 

To  lay  out  a  cycle  tour,  first  roughly  sketch 
out  a  route  from  the  map.  Then,  from  the 
road-book  and  map  combined,  make  entries  in 
a  conveniently  sized  notebook  of  all  the  towns 
and  villages  to  be  passed  through  or  by,  with 


the  distance  of  each  from  the  starting  point, 
and  in  a  parallel  column  the  distance  between 
each  intermediate  place  and  the  next  one. 
After  each  entry  leave  sufficient  space  for 
remarks. 

Touring,  to  be  best  enjoyed,  needs  prelimi- 
nary ramblings.  To  come  directly  from  routine, 
sedentary  work  to  a  week's  continuous  outdoor 
exercise  is  unwise.  If  one  cannot  have  train- 
ing in  advance  for  his  tour,  he  should  at  least 
begin  very  moderately,  and  gradually  increase 
both  distance  and  pace. 

Outing  in  this  issue  gives  details  of  an  ex- 
ceedingly interesting  tour  through  the  Shenan- 
doah Valley,  and  has  published  in  the  summer 
numbers  of  last  and  the  pre  viousyears  the  details 
of  a  number  of  the  most  pleasurable  and  profit- 
able cycle-touring  routes  in  the  United  States, 
accompanied  by  especially  prepared  maps.  In 
the  present  issue  are  given  two  new  routes  : 
(i)  From  Boston  to  Springfield,  Mass.,  across 
the  heart  of  the  old  commonwealth  ;  (2)  from 
Philadelphia  to  Lancaster,  Pa. ,  over  the  famous 
"  Lancaster  Pike." 

PHILADELPHIA   TO    LANCASTER   VIA   THE   PIKE. 

Eastern  and  central  Pennsylvania  vie  with 
eastern  and  central  Massachusetts  for  the 
honor  of  being  the  inost  popular  cycle-touring 
sections  of  the  United  States.  Both  Philadel- 
phia and  Boston  are  surrounded  by  a  vast  ex- 
tent of  rolling  country  of  surpassing  scenic  and 
historical  interest,  and  fi'om  both  a  series  of 
splendid  roads  lead  in  almost  every  direction. 
Each  is  the  starting  point  for  a  great  highway 
to  the  heart  of  the  commonwealth  of^  which 
it  is  the  chief  city ;  in  Massachusetts,  from 
Boston  to  Springfield  (given  in  detail  herewith); 
in  Pennsylvania,  from  Philadelphia  to  Lancas- 
ter. The  latter  is  the  older  of  the  two,  and  had 
its  beginning,  probably,  when  the  Swedish 
settlers  from  various  points  along  the  Delaware 
and  Schuylkill  rivers  began,  in  1675,  with  the 
consent  of  the  Indian  owners,  to  cut  wagon 
trails  through  the  virgin  forests.  William  Penn 
concluded  his  famous  treaty  with  the  Indians 
in  1683  ;  and  we  may  well  suppose  that  his  was 
the  jo)^  of  the  enthusiast  when  he  ordered  out 
his  famous  barge,  the  original  rowing  craft  of 
the  Schuylkill  Navy,  and,  gliding  up  and  down 
the  embowered  stream,  accompanied  his  red 
friends  along  the  trails  leading  across  the 
fertile  hills  and  along  the  little  streams  which 
still  meander  in  the  valleys  of  Chester  and 
Delaware  counties.  The  proverbial  enterprise 
of  Penn  must  have  included  the  development 
of  this  old  road  for  the  better  transportation  of 
skins  and  commerce  generally,  but  it-remained 
for  a  full  century  a  hilly,  rough,  and  sometimes 
almost  impassable,  country  road. 

As  early  as  1730,  however,  a  petition  had 
been  presented  to  the  Board  of  Council  in 
Philadelphia  praying  that  a  public  road  be 
laid  from  the  town  of  Lancaster  "  till  it  falls  in 
with  the  high  road  in  the  County  of  Chester, 
leading  to  the  Ferry  of  Schuylkill  at  High 
Street,"  now  Market  street,  in  Philadelphia, 
which  petition  had  been  granted  and  the  road 
officially  declared  "  King's  Highway  "  in  1733. 
That  this  thoroughfare  had  been  of  consider- 
able use  is  evidenced  by  the  fact  that  in  1784 
a  Mr.  Frederick  Schaeffer  had  "  established  a 
traveling  accommodation  stage  which  occupied 


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three  days  in  returning  to  and  from  Philadel- 
phia. The  turnpike  proper  was  commenced  in 
1792  and  completed  in  1794,  at  an  expense  of 
$465,000,  or  a  trifle  over  $7,500  per  mile,  and 
was  the  first  roadway  of  its  kind  in  this  country. 
At  the  time  of  its  commencement  a  man  who 
was  building  a  house  on  Market  street,  Phila- 


delphia, was  considered  as  deranged  for  "  put- 
ting his  building  so  far  beyond  the  seat  of 
civilization." 

The  distance  from  Philadelphia  to  Lancaster 
is  about  67  miles,  and  in  fair  weather  the  roads 


ai-e  uniformly  good.  Leaving  the  Philadelphia 
City  Hall  by  Broad  and  Twenty-second  streets, 
proceed  to  Hamilton,  thence  by  Twenty-fifth 
street  to  T.  A.  B.  Fountain,  thence  to  Fifty- 
second  street,  and  there  run  into  the  Lancaster 
Pike,  which  is  a  fine  road  for  many  miles  from 
Philadelphia.  Nine  miles  out,  the  tourist 
passes  Ardmore  by  Haverford  College,  contin- 
uing on  a  short  two  miles,  through  Bryn-Mawr, 
and  four  miles  further  to  Wayne.  Keep  to  the 
Lancaster  Pike,  crossing  the  railroad  at  Eagle. 
After  passing  through  Devon  there  is  some 
hill}^  riding  until  Paoli  is  reached.  This  spot 
owes  its  rather  singular  name  to  an  inn  of  the 
Revolutionary  time,  whose  sign  bore  a  repre- 
sentation of  Pasquale  de  Paoli,  a  Corsican 
patriot  whose  heroic  struggles  on  behalf  of  his 
country  were  known  by  every  one.  On  a  tract 
of  land  south  of  Malvern,  on  the  left  of  the 
Pike,  just  bej^ond  Paoli,  some  of  Anthony 
Wayne's  troops,  betrayed  by  local  Tories  and 
overcome  by  a  much  larger  British  force,  were 
mercilessly  slaughtered  on  the  night  of  the  2Sth 
of  September,  1777.  A  memorial  stone  was 
placed  on  the  spot  in  181 7  by  the  Artillerists  of 
Chester  County,  and  a  more  substantial  m.onu- 
ment  was  erected  by  its  side  in  1877  by  the  cit- 
izens of  the  two  counties  of  Chester  and  Dela- 
ware. All  this  time  the  rider  has  kept  to  the 
Lancaster  Pike,  but  it  will  now  be  advisa- 
ble to  leave  the  Pike  and  bear  to  the  left  at  a 
fork  less  than  a  mile  out  of  Paoli,  and  just  be- 
fore reaching  the  West  Chester  intersection. 
The  run  from  this  point  is  then  straight  to 
Downington,  where,  by  a  sharp  turn  to  the 
right,  the  railroad  tracks  are  crossed,  and  the 
old  Pike  once  again  gained.  The  highway 
continues  to  Coatesville'  direct  and  unmistaka- 
ble. This  borough  perpetuates  the  memory  of 
Moses  Coates,  an  early  settler  on  the  West 
Branch  of  the  Brandywine,  whose  father  had 
come   to   Pennsylvania  from  Ireland   in   1717. 

From  Coatesville  to  Lancaster  two  routes  are 
available,  one  leading  straight  on  over  the  Lan- 
caster Pike,  via  Slaymakerville,  Kinzers  and 
Soudersburg,  and  the  other  bending  somewhat 
north  and  going  via  Wagontown  and  Compass- 
ville,  thence  via  Cains,  White  Horse  and  Bird  in 
Hand.  Road  conditions  will  determine  which 
of  these  routes  will  be  the  better  for  the  tourist 
to  take.  Both  routes  cross  Mill  and  Conestoga- 
creeks  before  reaching  Lancaster.  This  is  a 
city  of  about  35,000  inhabitants,  beautifully 
situated  in  the  midst  of  one  of  the  finest  farm- 
ing sections  in  the  United  States.  In  1777  it 
had  the  honor  of  being  the  capital  of  the  re- 
public for  three  days,  from  the  27th  to  30th  of 
September,  and  from  1799  to  1812  it  was  the 
seat  of  the  Pennsylvania  State   Government. 

Approximate  distances  from  Philadelphia : 
Ardmore,  9  miles  ;  Paoli,  22  miles  ;  Dowing- 
ton,  34  miles  ;  Coatesville,  41  miles  ;  Kinzers, 
54  miles  ;  Lancaster,  67  miles  ;  Compassville 
(by  the  northerly  of  the  two  routes  west  of 
Coatesville),  45  miles.  An  almanac  for  the  year 
1766  gave  the  following  itinerary  from  Phila- 
delphia to  Lancaster  :  Philadelphia  to  Schuyl- 
kill, 2  miles  ;  Black  Horse,  4  miles  ;  Prince  of 
Wales,  I  mile  ;  Buck,  i  mile  ;  Sorrel  Horse,  i 
mile  ;  Plough,  i  mile  ;  Unicorn,  3  miles  ;  Blue 
Ball,  4  miles  ;  Admiral  Warren,  3  miles  ;  White 
Horse,  3  miles  ;  Downing's,  7  miles  ;  The  Ship, 
2   miles  ;    The  Wagon,   6    miles  ;    Miller's,   6 


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miles  ;  Douglass',  3  miles  ;  The  Hat,  4  miles  ; 
Duke  of  Cumberland,  3  miles  ;  Red  Lion,  3 
miles  ;  Conestoga  Creek,  4  miles  ;  Lancaster 
Court  House,  2  miles. 

BOSTON    TO    SPRINGFIELD. 

A  line  drawn  across  Massachusetts,  passing 
through  "  the  heart  of  the  commonwealth"  at 
Worcester,  would  mark  a  broad  division 
in  the  character  of  the  highways  of  the  Old 
Bay  State.  East  of  that  line  they  are  to  be 
found  in  a  generally  good  condition;  to  the  west 
they  are  generally  poor.  East  of  Worcester 
the  country  is  very  densely  settled,  and  grid- 
ironed  by  a  labyrinth  of  roads  leading  in  all 
directions  and  crossing  each  other  at  the  most 
unexpected  places  ;  west  of  that  city  the  popu- 
lation becomes  more  and  more  sparse,  and  the 
roads  fewer  and  farther  between.  Methods  of 
highway  construction  and  maintenance  are 
seen  to  differ  also,  and  within  the  space  of  two 
or  three  hours  one  may  wheel  from  the  park- 
like roads  and  easy  grades  of  the  eastern  por- 
tion of  the  State  to  the  rough  surfaces  and 
heavy  grades  of  the  western  portion.  It  is  a 
characteristic  feature  of  New  England  topog- 
raphy that  the  hills  begin  almost  at  the  water's 
edge  and  continue  to  rise  by  gradual  steps 
until  they  are  crowned  by  lofty  ranges,  in  New 
Hampshire  by  the  White  Mountains  and  in 
western  Massachusetts  by  the  Berkshires.  As 
one  journeys  in  either  direction,  the  very  de- 
gree of  the  steepness  of  the  hills  is  seen  to 
have  its  particular  effects  upon  the  lives, 
thoughts  and  industries  of  the  people. 

The  two  most  representative  cities  of  Massa- 
chusetts, Boston  and  Springfield,  the  one  on 
the  ocean,  the  other  on  the  Connecticut  River, 
are  separated  from  each  other  by  a  distance  of 
almost  exactly  one  hundred  miles.  The  route 
between  them  passes  quickly  out  of  Suffolk 
county,  through  portions  of  Middlesex,  Wor- 
cester and  Hampden  counties,  and  follows  in 
general  the  main  line  of  the  Boston  and  Albany 
Railroad.  For  the  first  half  of  the  distance  the 
roads  are  unusually  good,  with  pleasant  alter- 
nations of  hill  and  dale,  but  grow  steeper, 
rougher  and  more  difficult  from  Worcester, 
through  Palmer,   to   Springfield. 

The  start  from  Boston  is  made  from  Copley 
Square,  near  the  new .  Public  Library.  Go 
through  Dartmouth  street  to  Commonwealth 
avenue,  turn  to  the  left  and  follow  this  avenue 
to  Beacon  street  boulevard,  direct  to  Chestnut 
Hill  reservoir  (macadam,  excellent).  At  the 
reservoir  electric-car  station,  turn  to  the  right 
up  a  short  but  steep  hill  ;  at  its  top  turn  to  the 
left,  pass  through  the  arched-stone  gateway, 
bend  again  to  the  right  on  Beacon  street,  and 
up  a  long  hill,  which  is  followed  by  two  excel- 
lent coasts  into  Newton  Center.  Beacon  street 
crosses  the  railroad  atWaban  Station  and  brings 
one  to  the  great  signboards,  where  the  left  is 
taken,  following  Washington  street  up  a  long 
hill,  then  down  a  long  coast  toward  Newton 
Lower  Falls,  and  on  to  Wellesley  Hills.  Keep 
to  the  right  on  Worcester  street,  cross  the  rail- 
road, then  take  first  left,  entering  the  village 
by  way  of  Linden  street.  Leaving  Wellesley, 
take  Central  street  to  East  Central,  to  Natick. 
This  road  is  direct,  and  passes  Long  Pond  on 
the  right  and  Cochituate  reservoir  on  the  left. 
Follow  West  Central  street  into  South  Fram- 


ingham,  a  distance  of  about 
twenty  miles  from  Boston. 

The  roads  from  South 
Framingham  to  Ashland 
and  Westborough  are  fairly 
good,  as  are  also  those  from 
Westborough  to  Shrews- 
bury, but  the  grades  grow 
appreciably  steeper.  A  lim- 
ited amount  of  side-path 
riding  is  possible  along  this 
portion  of  the  route.  Care 
should  be  taken  in  coasting 
all  hills.  The  last  few  miles 
before  reaching  Worcester 
are  very  interesting  ones. 
The  road  leads  down 
through  beautiful  stretches 
of  country,  rich  in  splendid 
pastoral  scenery,  and  final- 
ly the  rider  brings  up  at 
lovely  Lake  Quinsigamond. 
From  this  lake  on  to  Wor- 
cester it  is  partly  up  grade 
and  partly  down,  including 
one  hard  climb  of  more 
than  half  a  mile,  after 
which  the  State  Lunatic 
Asylum  is  passed  and  the 
railroad  station  soon 
reached,  about  45  miles 
from  Boston. 

Leaving  Worcester  by 
Main  or  Chandler  street, 
the  car  tracks  are  followed 
to  Webster  Square,  thence 
direct  by  Leicester  street 
into  New  Worcester  and 
Valley  Falls.  The  roads 
here  begin  to  assume  quite 
a  different  appearance  and 
condition  from  those  trav- 
eled in  the  early  portion 
of  the  journey.  In  dry 
weather  they  are  very  dusty 
and  full  of  ruts  ;  in  wet 
weather,  muddy  and  often 
impassable.  Cherry  Valley 
is  the  next  place  reached, 
and,  passing  through  Lei- 
cester, one  again  follows 
the  car  tracks  and  continues 
direct  to  Spencer.  The 
grades  are  heavy  and  the 
riding  poor,  over  dirt  roads, 
often  honeycombed  with 
ruts  and  stones.  From 
Spencer,  through  East 
Brookfield,  the  course  is 
down  hill,  with  the  roads 
generally  soft  and  rough. 
Especially  is  this  apt  to  be 
the  case  through  the  War- 
rens and  into  West  Brim- 
field.  But  though  the  high- 
ways are  poor  indeed,  the 
scenery  is  unusually  fine. 
From  Palmer  to  Spring- 
field, via  North  Wilbraham 
and  Indian  Orchard,  the 
road  is  direct,  and  in 
slightly  better  condition 
than    any    other    encount- 


5> 


B^l^^-i 


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CYCLING, 


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ered  since  leaving  Worcester.  The  record 
between  Boston  and  Springfield  is  but  slightly 
over  five  hours,  but  a  full  day  is  none  too  long 
to  allow  for  properly  covering  it.  Two  half 
days  are  preferable  to  one  whole  day,  if  one  has 
plenty  of  time,  in  which  case  it  is  recommended 
to  leave  Boston  in  the  early  afternoon,  arriving 
at  Worcester  in  the  late  afternoon,  stopping 
there  over  night,  and  planning  to  reach  Spring- 
field by  noon  of  the  day  following.  Approxi- 
mate distances  :  Boston  to  South  Framingham, 
20  miles  ;  to  Worcester,  4-  ;  to  Palmer,  83  ;  to 
Springfield,  100,  The  Prowler. 

USEFUL  INFORMATION  FOR  CYCLISTS  IN  EUROPE. 

The  following  information,  the  I'esult  of 
practical  experience,  will,  I  hope,  enable  cy- 
clists to  make  the  best  use  of  their  time  abroad, 
relieved  from  the  necessity  of  depending  upon 
knowledge  of  a  foreign  tongue  to  make  prac- 
tical headway. 

Ascertain  from  your  intended  steamship  com- 
pany whether  any  and  if  so  what  charge  will  be 
made  for  your  wheel.  Usually  a  charge  is 
made  of  $2.50  by  the  steamship  companies  for 
the  carriage  of  the  bicycle  to  the  other  side; 
and  it  must  be  crated,  or  otherwise  protected, 
always  being  at  your  own  risk. 

I  paid  on  my  out-going,  but  as  my  wheel  had 
none  too  good  care  on  the  outward  voyage,  I 
took  it  apart  on  my  return,  packed  it  in  excel- 
sior and  cased  it,  and  brought  it  as  my  per- 
sonal luggage  ;  free  from  additional  expense, 
and  from  any  anxiety  as  to  its  condition  upon 
arrival. 

My  tour  embraced  Great  Britain,  France, 
Belgium  and  Holland. 

Upon  arrival  in  England  one  is  not  annoyed 
by  the  Customs,  as  all  wheels  are  free.  Bicycles 
are  not,  however,  carried  as  personal  baggage 
on  the  railways  of  Great  Britain,  but  are 
charged  for  according  to  the  following  rates, 
at  the  owner's  risk  : 

Distances  not  exceeding 


12  miles. . . 

6d. 

25       "     .. 

gd. 

50      "     ... 

.  .    IS. 

75        " 

.  IS.  6d. 

For  each  additional  50  miles,  or  por- 
tion thereof 6d. 

These  rates  are  for  the  wheel  when  accom- 
panied by  the  owner.  Tricycles  and  combina- 
tion bicycles  pay  double  these  rates.  Bicycles 
unaccompanied  by  the  owner  pay  a  half  more  ; 
tricycles,  etc.,  double.  A  special  schedule  is 
arranged  when  wheels  are  at  the  company's 
risk.  Each  wheel  must  have  a  label  attached, 
giving  name  of  owner  and  destination. 

The  roads  throughout  Great  Britain  are  ex- 
cellent. The  rule  of  the  road  is — keep  to  the 
left  and  pass  to  the  right. 

In  parts  of  England  the  flint  roads  play  sad 
havoc  with  your  tires,  and  a  special  tire  is 
largely  used  for  touring  in  those  localities. 

Bell,  lamp,  and  small  plate  with  name  of 
owner  and  place  of  residence,  are  necessities  ; 
a  brake,  a  wise  precaution. 

The  following  are  the  charges  on  bicycles  at 
owner's  risk,  from  London  to  the  various  Con- 
tinental ports — tandems  and  tricycles  are 
charged  extra  rates  :  London  to  Calais,  5s.; 
London  to  Flushing,  5s.;  London  to  Antwerp, 
Hook  of  Holland,  or  Rotterdam,  los.  packed; 


5s.  not  packed  ;  London  (Harwich)  to  Ham- 
burg, 1 5s.  packed  ;  7s.  6d.  not  packed  ;  London 
(Newhaven)  to  Dieppe,  5s.;  Rouen,  5s.  6d.; 
Havre,  6s. ;  Paris,  6s. ;  London  (Southampton)  to 
Havre  or  Cherbourg,  3s. ;  Jersey  and  Guernsey, 
3s.  6d. ;  St.  Malo  or  Granville,  4s.;  irom  South- 
ampton only,  IS.  less. 

Duty  on  cycles  is  charged  by  the  French 
Customs  at  the  rate  of  55  fcs.  per  25  kilos,  but 
will  be  refunded  on  leaving  France.  Care 
must  be  taken  to  demand  a  "consignation," 
which  must  be  given  up  at  the  frontier  on 
leaving  France.  You  must  present  a  written 
declaration  of  intention  to  reclaim  the  duty  ; 
otherwise  it  will  not  be  refunded. 

Cyclists  belonging  to  the  C.  T.  C,  the  French 
Touring  Club,  or  the  Union  Velocipedique  de 
France,  or  holding  a  return  ticket,  will  not  be 
charged  duty  on  production  of  their  member- 
ship tickets.  Cycles  carried  by  ''petite  vitesse" 
(goods  train)  are  charged  at  27  ct.  per  100  kilos 
per  kilometre. 

The  annual  cycle  tax  of  ten  francs  is  not 
claimed  from  cyclists  passing  through  the 
countr3^  or  making  a  short  tour. 

For  riding  in  France  every  cycle  must  be 
provided  with  a  plate  bearing  name  and  ad- 
dress of  owner ;  that  ma}'  be  procured  in 
London  at  the  well-known  Cook  agencies. 

The  rule  of  the  road  in  France  is  keep  to  the 
right  and  pass  on  the  left. 

In  France  the  direction  posts  are  very  clear, 
and  indicate  the  distances  of  the  nearest  towns 
and  the  direction  in  which  they  lie.  Attention 
to  these  posts  is  needful.  Danger  posts  of  the 
French  Touring  Club  are  fixed  at  the  summit 
of  steep  hills. 

The  following  are  the  rules  by  the  French 
police  authorities  for  cycling  in  any  part  of 
France  : 

Every  cycle  must  be  provided  with  a  bell 
powerful  enough  to  be  heard  at  a  distance  of 
50  yards.  At  dusk  alighted  lamp  must  be  car- 
ried attached  to  the  front  part  of  the  cycle. 

Every  cycle  must  be  provided  with  a  plate 
bearing  the  name  and  address  of  the  owner,  as 
well  as  the  registration  number  in  the  case  of 
the  owner  being  a  cycle  lender.  Cyclists  who 
do  not  adhere  to  this  rule  will  have  their  ma- 
chines seized  unless  they  are  able  to  sufficiently 
identify  themselves. 

Cyclists  must  adopt  a  moderate  pace  when 
passing  through  crowded  thoroughfares,  etc. 
They  are  not  allowed  to  ride  in  groups  or  to 
congregate  in  the  street.  It  is  prohibited  to 
pass  (whilst  riding)  through  or  by  a  funeral 
procession,  escorts  and  military  bodies  on  the 
march.  In  the  case  of  an  obstruction,  cyclists 
have  to  alight  and  to  wheel  their  machines 
along. 

Cyclists  must  keep  to  the  right  and  pass  to 
the  left,  and  are  obliged  to  make  themselves 
heard  by  the  ringing  of  their  bell,  at  the  same 
time  adopting  a  moderate  speed.  Drivers  and 
riders  at  the  approach  of  a  cyclist  must  keep 
to  the  right  and  allow  a  riding  space  of  at  least 
one  and  a  half  yards.  Cyclists  are  obliged  to 
stop  if  at  their  approach  a  horse  becomes  fright- 
ened. 

Cyclists  are  not  allowed  to  ride  on  footpaths 
or  ways  assigned  to  pedestrians.  This  clause 
does  not  refer  to  cyclists  afoot  wheeling  their 
machines  along.     A  notable  exception  to  this 


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rule  is  London,  where  one  is  not  allowed  to 
wheel  his  machine  on  the  sidewalk. 

Outside  the  towns  and  crowded  roads  cyclists 
may,  other  than  in  England,  ride  on  footpaths 
and  ways  assigned  to  pedestrians,  along  badly- 
paved  and  impassable  roads.  On  all  footpaths 
and  ways  assigned  to  pedestrians  cyclists  must 
adopt  a  moderate  pace  when  meeting  pedestri- 
ans and  when  approaching  isolated  habitations. 

Cj^clists  are  not  allowed  to  race  on  public 
roads  unless  with  special  permission. 

By  municipal  orders  cyclists  may  be  perma- 
nently or  temporarily  forbidden  from  using  the 
whole  or  a  part  of  a  (certain)  public  road. 
Boards  announcing  such  an  order  on  the  part 
of  the  parishes  will  be  put  up  at  the  two  ex- 
tremities of  the  road  closed  to  the  traffic. 

Paris,  Brussels,  etc.,  have  their  own  local 
rules  for  cyclists,  but  the  foregoing  are  deemed 
entirel}^  sufficient.  Any  additional  informa- 
tion is  readily  obtained  from  the  hotel  porter. 

In  leaving  a  country  in  which  you  have  paid 
duty,  it  is  advisable  to  proceed  by  a  slow  train. 
The  faster  trains  stop  for  so  short  a  time  at  the 
frontier  town,  that  it  is  impossible  to  present 
your  paper  for  the  refunding  of  the  duty  and 
have  the  matter  satisfactorily  adjusted,  and 
proceed.  The  cycles  are  put  aboard  the  trains 
and  carried  over  the  border  to  the  first  station 
in  the  adjoining  country,  where  they  are  taken 
from  the  train,  and  you  must  identify  your 
wheel  and  arrange  for  the  payment  of  another 
duty  if  the  laws  of  the  country  require  it. 

On  entering  Belgium,  a  duty  of  12  per  cent, 
on  a  valuation  of  not  less  than  $40  is  charged. 
A  paper  for  the  payment  of  this  duty  must 
be  demanded,  as  in  France  ;  and  if  presented 
upon  leaving,  the  dutj-  will  be  refunded. 

In  the  cities  of  Belgium  the  wheels  are  li- 
censed, but  this  rule  does  not  affect  a  visitor 
to  the  country;  and  with  the  exception  that 
there  the  rule  of  the  road  is,  keep  to  the  left 
and  pass  to  the  right,  the  same  rules  as  given 
for  France  will  be  found  quite  sufficient. 

The  charges  for  carr3nng  by  train  wheels 
that  are  accompanied  by  their  owners  are  al- 
ways reasonable,  and  compare  quite  favorably 
with  the  charges  given  for  England. 

Holland  exacts  no  duty  for  cycles,  and  this 
adds  greatly  to  the  happiness  of  the  cyclist. 
The  rule  of  the  road  is,  keep  to  the  right  and 
pass  to  the  left,  and  cyclists  are  not  compelled 
to  make  way  for  any  vehicle. 

Every  cycle  must  be  provided  with  a  bell, 
and  at  five  o'clock  the  lamp  must  be  lighted. 
No  name  plate  is  necessary,  but  this  plate  in 
France  is  absolutely  necessary;  it  is  a  means  of 
identification  which  protects  one's  wheel,  and 
to  be  commended  on  that  account. 

Each  town  and  village  has  its  own  police 
regulations  as  to  certain  streets  along  which  it 
is  not  permitted  to  ride,  but  the  Dutch  Cycling 
Club  has  erected,  nearly  all  over  Holland,  guide- 
posts  for  the  guidance  of  riders. 

Along  the  canals  in  this  same  beautiful  Hol- 
land, one  is  allowed  to  ride.  The  scenery  un- 
der such  circumstances  makes  Holland  the 
cyclists'  paradise. 

In  almost  every  town  you  find  some  one  who 
speaks  English  or  French. 

The  roads  in  the  countries  above  mentioned 
are  generally  excellent ;  always  good. 

Those  who  use  the  wheel  only  occasionally. 


will  find  excellent  machines  can  be  hired  at 
small  expense,  in  all  the  large  cities,  and  ar- 
rangements can  be  made  for  their  use  by  the 
daj^,  week,  etc.  For  those  combining  sight- 
seeing with  cycling,  I  should  advise  hiring  in 
some  large  city  and  making  excursions  about 
the  country  from  it.  It  is  awkward  to  be  con- 
tinually forced  to  send  luggage  ahead,  and  the 
care  of  it  robs  one  of  a  great  deal  of  pleasure. 

The  English  railway  charges  are  taken  from 
the  schedule  of  the  London  and  Northwestern 
Railroad,  and  are  a  fair  example. 

Harrison  Alex.  Hamilton  Macnear. 

first  aid  to  the  injured. — part  i. 

Among  the  lesser  ills  of  the  flesh  to  which  all 
travelers  are  liable,  is  a  speck  or  cinder  getting 
into  the  eye.  To  remove  it,  get  some  one  to 
take  hold  of  the  upper  lid  and  turn  it  up  so 
that  he  can  look  on  the  inside  of  the  lid. 
Then,  while  you  make  several  movements  with 
the  eye,  first  up,  then  down,  to  the  right  side 
and  to  the  left,  have  your  companion  remove 
the  foreign  body  by 
means  of  the  swab. 
Fig.  I.  This  swab  is 
made  with  a  piece 
of  a  match  or  tooth- 
pick for  the  stem, 
around  the  end  of 
which  is  tied  or  twisted  a  piece  of 
cotton  taken  from  the  corner  of  a 
handkerchief  or  wearing  apparel. 
The  cloth  should  be  moistened  in 
cold  water.  The  foreign  body  in 
the  eye  will  adhere  to  the  swab,  and  can  be  re- 
moved without  any  trouble. 

IN    MORE    SERIOUS    CASE. 

If  an  accident  occurs  in  a  city  or  town  the 
patient  can,  of  cour.se,  receive  prompt  treat- 
ment at  the  hands  of  a  physician.  The  great- 
est injury  resulting  from  a"  broken  limb  is  due 
to  the  way  that  the  patient  is  conveyed  to  the 
physician.  Bones  do  not  break  directly  off  ; 
they  often  break  in  many  places,  and  one  bone 
overlaps  the  other,  sometimes  with  very  sharp 


"BoAf^D 


points ;  therefore,  pay  special  attention  as  to 
how  you  carry  an  injured  person.  If  on  the 
road,  break  off  a  couple  of  fence-rails,  tear 
down  a  sign-board,  or  anything  from  which  to 
get  a  piece  of  board  about  four  inches  wide  and 
two  and  one-half  feet  long,  for  a  leg  fracture, 
and  put  it  on  the  back  side  of  the  leg,  as  in 
Fig.  2.  Then  put  two  or  three  turns  of  the 
bandage  around  it.  The  bandage  may  consist 
of  a  bicycle  belt  (D),  cerds,  strips  of  cloth,  or 
the  like,  as  at  (c)  and  (e).  This  will  answer 
well  enough  to  convey  the  patient  considerable 
distance.  For  an  arm,  of  course,  the  board  can 
be  smaller,  but  the  same  method  of  strapping 
is  used.  B.   F.   Fells. 

{To  be  Contmued.) 


The  elimination  of  the  objectionable  features 
which  had  become  encrusted,  barnacle-like,  on 
the  good  reputation  of  horse  racing  in  the 
United  States,  has  had  its  counterpart  in 
Canada,  and  there,  as  in  the  States,  the  efforts 
of  the  best  society  element  have  been  success- 
fully directed  to  their  removal. 

The  strong  arm  of  the  law  had  to  be  invoked 
to  protect  legitimate  pastime,  and  restrain  the 
mere  speculators,  whose  uncontrolled  rapacity 
was  bringing  the  horse  and  the  sport  into  dis- 
repute. 

Mr.  Hendrie  speaks  with  authority  and 
knowledge  as  "  President  of  the  Canadian 
Jockey  Club."  He  was  mainly  responsible  in 
securing  the  reforming  legislation.     Editor. 

Hamilton,  Canada,  April  25,  1S98. 

Dear  Sir — Previous  to  1895  each  club  ran  on 
its  own  merits,  until  three  members  from 
Southern  racing  associations  formed  them- 
selves into  an  association  and  leased  the  Wind- 
sor (opposite  Detroit)  track,  announcing  that 
they  intended  giving  continuous  racing  all 
through  the  season.  As  was  predicted  by  my- 
self and  others  interested  in  properly  conducted 
meetings,  this  created  a  widespread  disap- 
proval of  such  practices,  and  occasion  was 
taken  during  the  Ontario  Jockey  Club  meeting 
in  May,  1895,  when  most  of  the  principal 
officers  of  the  different  clubs  in  Canada  were 
present,  to  meet  and  endeavor,  as  far  as  we 
could,  to  check  this  continuous  racing,  and 
thereby  allay  the  feeling  of  disapproval  ex- 
pressed both  from  pulpit  and  press.  Notices 
and  protests  to  the  Windsor  Association  were 
taken  no  notice  of,  and  we  then  found  it  neces- 
sary to  take  stronger  grounds  and  have  legisla- 
tion enacted,  giving  the  joint  associations  the 
power  to  control  racing"  in  Canada,  which  we 
accomplished  by  having  a  bill  with  compre- 
hensive powers  passed  by  the  Legislature. 

Almost  everyone  in  Canada  who  owns  race- 
horses or  has  a  love  for  the  sport  is  a  mem- 
ber of  some  incorporated  club,  and  each  of  the 
clubs  is  managed  by  a  board  of  directors.  To 
form  the  Canadian  Jockey  Club,  which  was 
and  is  intended  to  control  racing  on  all  the 
clubs  incorporated  in  the  Dominion,  it  was 
thought,  after  a  good  deal  of  consideration, 
that  the  best  plan  to  adopt  was  to  take  repre- 
sentatives from  each  club,  sent  by  either  the 
boards  or  the  members,  and  to  be  represented 
in  number  according  to  the  importance  of  the 
club. 

The  clubs  were  represented  as  follows  :  On- 
tario Jockey  Club,  three  members  ;  Hamilton 
Jockey  Club,  two  members  ;  Windsor  Jockey 
Club,  two  members;  Bell  Air  (Montreal)  Jockey 
Club,  two  members  ;  Toronto  Hunt  Club,  one 
member  ;  Montreal  Hunt  Club,  one  member ; 
London  Hunt  Club,  one  member,  and  giving 


the  right  of  any  future  incorporated  clubs  to 
join  upon  the  same  basis. 

By  the  formation  of  the  Canadian  Jockey 
Club,  everyone  interested  in  racing,  breeding, 
or  hunting  has  a  voice  in  its  management,  and 
we  think  the  principle  upon  which  it  is  formed 
is  a  proper  one,  and  covers  more  ground,  and  is 
much  more  satisfactory  to  all  interested  than 
any  other  mode  we  could  have  adopted. 

Although  some  of  our  race-tracks  are  pro- 
prietary, some  leased  and  some  supported  only 
by  membership,  at  no  time  have  any  dividends 
ever  been  paid  to  shareholders  or  members, 
such  surplus  from  any  meeting  going  into  the 
next  one  to  improve  it  by  increasing  purses 
and  making  stake  races. 

Outside  of  the  starter  and  judge,  the  Sec- 
retary is  the  only  official  paid  by  our  clubs. 

I  see  by  the  Breeder  and  Horseman, 
published  in  Nashville,  that  Mr.  John  J.  Carter, 
judge  at  Latonia,  is  reported  as  having  said: 
"Racing  is  overdone,  and  we  will  never  see  a 
return  of  the  good  old  times  until  legislation 
limits  the  number  of  days  at  each  track."  In 
another  paragraph  of  the  same  paper  it  goes 
on  to  say:  "  Let  each  association  race  not  more 
than  twenty  days  at  a  time;  then,  with  a 
circuit  of  New  Orleans,  Memphis,  Nashville, 
Lexington,  Louisville,  Latonia,  Oakley,  De- 
troit, St.  Louis  and  Chicago,  with  meetings  of 
twenty  days  each,  the  good  old  times  will 
return. " 

I  think  you  will  perhaps  agree  with  me  that 
they  are  taking  a  lesson  from  our  book,  and  it 
looks  as  if  our  manner  of  handling  the  question 
is  not  so  very  far  astray. 

From  present  prospects  all  round,  we  are 
likely  to  have  several  good  meetings  in  Canada 
this  year,  commencing  with  the  Ontario  Jockey 
Club,  held  in  Toronto  the  last  seven  days  in 
May.  This  always  has  been  a  brilliant  gather- 
ing of  everything  that  is  gay  and  pretty  from 
all  over  the  country,  and  will  no  doubt  be  quite 
a  successful  social  meeting,  if  it  does  not  come 
up  to  a  Coney  Lsland  one  in  racing. 

From  having  an  odd  two-year-old  shown  at 
an  exhibition  and  never  raced,  some  few  years 
back,  we  have  now  home-bred,  I  would  sup- 
pose, in  the  neighborhood  of  over  a  hundred  in 
training,  and  a  few  very  fair  races  for  those  to 
start  in. 

The  Hamilton  meeting  follows  Toronto  (On- 
tario Jockey  Club),  then  Windsor,  Fort  Erie, 
Montreal,  and  so  on. 

I  trust  the  information  now  furnished  will  be 
of  service,  and  I  shall  be  pleased  at  any  time  to 
give  you  anything  further  in  my  power. 

I  have  taken  such  a  warm  interest  in  this 
subject  I  could  not  allow  the  opportunity  to 
pass  without  giving  you  my  views  at  length 
upon  it.     Yours  truly,     Wm.  Hendrie, 

President  Canadian  Jockey  Ckib. 


*  It  will  be  our  pleasure  from  time  to  time  to  publish  letters  of  general  interest  from  our  readers,  from  whota 
v/e  are  always  glad  to  hear. 


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GLANCE   AT   OUR   LETTER   FILE. 


New  York  Military  Academy, 

cornwall-on-hudson,  n.  y., 

April  24,  1898. 

Dear  Sir  —  Cascadilla  School  has  been 
equipped  for  rowing  for  two  or  three  years,  I 
believe,  but  its  students  have  been  forced  to 
confine  their  racing  to  contests  with  the  scrub 
and  freshmen  crews  at  Cornell,  owing  to  the 
fact  that  no  school  near  them  maintains  a  crew. 

About  a  year  ago  there  was  more  or  less 
talk  among  our  cadets  of  organizing  a  crew, 
and  Cascadilla,  hearing  of  this,  at  once  chal- 
lenged us  to  a  race.  It  was  so  late  in  the  year 
that  we  decided  it  was  impossible  to  get  a  rep- 
resentative crew  upon  the  water  in  time  for  a 
race  before  the  close  of  the  school  in  June,  and 
the  matter  was,  consequently,  allowed  to  drop 
until  this  year. 

"We  are  very  happily  situated  here  for  row- 
ing, and  I  have  always  regretted  that  this 
sport  was  not  included  among  those  so  enthu- 
siastically supported  by  our  cadets.  I  there- 
fore took  great  pleasure  in  authorizing  the 
arrangements  which  were  suggested,  and  in 
assisting  the  boys  in  obtaining  their  boats  and 
the  other  necessary  equipment.  As  soon  as  it 
was  found  that  we  would  be  able  to  get  a  crew 
upon  the  water  this  year,  Cascadilla  was 
challenged  to  row  an  eight-oared  shell  race. 
After  some  correspondence  it  was  decided  to 
row  the  race  at  Cornwall  on  June  3d,  over  the 
Henley  distance  of  one  mile  and  550  yards. 
As  soon  as  it  was  seen  that  a  race  was  certain 
the  students  at  both  schools  took  the  matter  up 
with  great  enthusiasm.  Over  fifty  candidates 
went  into  training  at  each  school  for  the  crews, 
and  everything  possible  is  being  done  by  the 
authorities  of  both  schools  to  bring  off  the  race 
successfully. 

Gilbert  Ward,  one  of  the  famous  Ward 
brothers,  is  coaching  our  crew.  An  excellent 
boat  has  been  secured,  and  a  very  handsome 
boat-house  with  all  the  necessary  equipment 
has  been  built.  The  crew  is  still  in  very  poor 
shape,  owing  to  the  rough  weather  experi- 
enced so  far  this  spring.  The  number  of  can- 
didates has  been  reduced  to  three  full  crews, 
and  this  number  will  be  still  further  reduced 
within  a  short  time. 

We  find  that  rowing  is  a  very  expensive 
sport  for  a  preparatory  school  ;  the  funds  at  the 
disposal  of  our  athletic  association  do  not  war- 
rant the  expense  which  has  been  necessary  this 
year.  We  are  hoping,  however,  that  when 
once  equipped  the  expense  will  be  very  much 
less  each  year. 

I  am  a  thorough  believer  in  rowing  as  a  scho- 
lastic sport,  and  it  seems  to  me  one  which  it 
would  be  well  worth  the  while  of  the  colleges 
to  encourage.  We  send  boys  to  all  the  princi- 
pal colleges,  and  it  would  certainly  be  to  their 
advantage  to  have  them  enter  college  good 
oarsmen. 

We  shall  give  the  matter  a  fair  trial,  in  the 
hope  that  some  of  the  schools  in  the  vicinity  of 
New  York  will  take  it  up,  and  that  it  will  thus 
result  in  an  annual  regatta  between  several 
of  the  schools.  Cascadilla  School  is  so  far 
from  us  that  the  traveling  expenses  are  very 
heavy,  and  this,  of  course,  adds  to  the  difticul- 
ties  of  the  case. 


I  am  very  glad  that  you  are  interested  in  this 
matter,  as  I  believe  it  is  one  which  may  be  de- 
veloped into  an  important  part  of  the  American 
schoolboy's  training,  if  it  is  given  sufficient 
encouragement  now  at  the  start. 

I  have  written  you  thus  fully  in  order  that 
you  may  have  an  understanding  of  the  situa- 
tion, and  use  such  of  the  matter  as  you  may 
desire.  Yours  very  truly, 

S.  C.  Jones, 
Superintendent. 

The  interests  of  rowing  can  by  no  other  means 
be  so  efficiently  aided  as  by  its  adoption  wher- 
ever possible  in  our  preparatory  schools.  Out- 
ing will  be  glad  to  be  the  means  of  intercom- 
munication betwixt  all  desirous  of  promoting 
that  end. — Ed.  Outing. 

M,  S.  v.,  Richmond,  Va. — Your  wisest  plan 
would  be  to  consult  the  leading  dealer  in  sport- 
ing goods  in  your  city. 

F.  K.  M.,  Ellisburg,  N.  Y.— The  champions 
of  the  Tri-Collegiate  Baseball  League  of  New 
England  (more  properly  called  the  New  Eng- 
land Intercollegiate  Baseball  Association)  have 
been  as  follows  :  1887,  Williams  College  ;  1888, 
Williams  College  ;  1889,  Williams  College  ;  1890, 
Amherst  University  ;  1891,  Amherst  Univer- 
sity ;  1892,  Dartmouth  College  ;  1893,  Amherst 
University  ;  1894,  Williams  College  and  Dart- 
mouth College  ;  1895,  Williams  College  ;  1896, 
Williams  College  ;  1897,  Williams  College. 

T.  W.  W.,  Liberty,  N.  Y. — It  is  impossible 
to  answer  your  question.  The  cost  depends 
entirely  on  the  nature  of  the  course  over  which 
the  line  of  links  is  to  be  laid.  If  it  presents 
natural  suitable  obstacles  and  fairly  level  sites 
for  the  putting  greens,  it  is  not  at  all  an  ex- 
pensive matter  to  lay  out  links  that  will  do 
practically  well.  Your  best  course  is  to  take 
an  experienced  player  over  the  ground  and 
select  the  sites  of  the  holes.  Then  you  will  see 
exactly  where  you  are  at  and  what  is  needed. 
The  only  check  he  will  need  will  be  a  desire  to 
have  everything  perfect.  Many  things  will  do 
for  a  time  that  are  not  theoretically  perfect. 

R.  J.  B.,  Germantown,  Pa. — For  all-round 
use,  a  medium-weight  twelve-gauge  hammer- 
less  ;  for  big  game,  on^of  the  new  small- caliber 
rifles  of  approved  make. 

Mr.  E.  H.,  Utah. — There  are  no  lawn  tennis 
clubs  in  Salt  Lake  City  in  the  LT.  S.  A.  National 
L.  T.  A.,  but  it  may  be,  if  there  be  any  there, 
they  belong  to  the  Western  Association.  Write 
to  the  secretary  of  the  Western  Lawn  Tennis 
Association,  Chicago,  111. 

H.  L.  C,  Evergreen,  Santa  Clara  county, 
Cal. — The  ears  of  the  coyote  do  not,  correctly 
speaking,  hang.  They  slope,  however,  back- 
ward, and  are  then  almost  unseen.  The  pho- 
tograph in  the  book  you  quote  shows  this.  The 
author's  expression  is,  to  say  the  least,  careless. 

Alice — When  a  bicycle  moves  with  unusual  ex- 
ertion, or  the  action  of  the  running  mechanism 
is  accompanied  with  noise,  it  is  a  sure  sign  that 
something  is  wrong,  for  the  perfectly  running 
machine  is  noiseless.  No  matter  what  the 
sound  may  be,  or  from  what  part  it  may  pro- 
ceed, it  indicates  trouble  which  should  receive 
prompt  and  careful  attention. 


Painted  for  Outing  by  James  L.  Weston. 


THE  FREEDOM   OF   THE   CAMP. 


Outing 


Vol.  XXXII. 


JULY,  1898. 


No.  4. 


CANALS    FOR    SU^A^SR    CMJll 


THE    GOTIpK    CA^ALo 

BY  E.  W.  FOSTER. 


NE  form  of  summer  outing 
we  have  facilities  for 
which  are  unsurpassed 
in  any  country  in  the 
world,  but  with  which  we 
are  to  a  very  large  ex- 
tent unfamiliar  ;  this  is  a 
trip  through  a  canal  in  a 
steamer  equipped  with  every  little  detail 
that  can  add  to  the  tourist's  comfort. 

Such  a  project  may  sound  very 
prosaic  and  uninteresting,  while  the 
experience,  at  least  on  the  Gota  Canal 
in  Sweden,  where  we  were  last  summer, 
was  anything  but  that. 

Imagine,  if  you  can,  the  easy,  noise- 
less gliding  of  a  boat  through  the  most 
charming  country  scenery,  so  close  to 
land  that  you  may  reach  out  and  pluck 
the  leaves  from  the  trees,  while  in  the 
most  perfect  calm  the  steamer's  motion 
gives  a  breeze  of  nine  or  ten  miles  an 
hour.     And  so,  seated  under  an  awning 


on  the  upper  deck,  luxuriating  in  all 
that  is  most  enjoyable  in  companion- 
ship or  creature  comforts,  you  are  in  a 
climate  that  is  delightful,  where  day- 
light lingers  for  some  twenty  hours  out 
of  the  twenty-four,  and  you  are  regaled 
with  a  panorama  whose  beauty  and 
variety  never  fail.  The  country  is 
Sweden,  the  canal  or  canals  run  from 
Stockholm  to  Goteburg,  and  the  trip 
occupies  three  days. 

Whether  the  master  minds  who  con- 
ceived this  great  engineering  feat 
realized  the  possibilities  of  their  scheme 
for  pleasure  or  not,  history  sayeth  not ; 
but  certain  it  is  that  the  many  bridges 
which  span  this  thread  of  silvery  water 
as  it  winds  in  and  out  among  the  rocks 
and  castle-bedecked  hills  are  made  on 
a  principle  which  allows  vessels  with 
masts  of  any  height  to  pass. 

The  bridges  are,  with  few  exceptions, 
made  to  move  out  of  the  way  on  rollers. 


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and  the  exceptions  are  drawbridg-es.  It 
is  this  point  which  makes  the  difference 
between  the  Gota  and  our  American 
canals  ;  and  if  such  an  innovation  could, 
by  some  miracle,  be  made  on  our  many 
canals,  the  Erie  for  instance,  we  might 
be  enabled  to  a  slight  degree  to  enjoy 
the  sensation  of  sailing  through  the 
Mohawk  Valley  instead  of  tearing 
through  that  beautiful  region  through 
a  cyclone  of  dust,  smoke,  and  cinders. 

Sailing  from  Stockholm  at  lo  a.  u., 
the  first  difference  between  American 
and  Scandinavian  customs  will  be  no- 
ticed at  the  wharf.  The  pretty  custom 
of  bringing  flowers  to  a  departing  friend 
or   member   of    the   family,    when   the 


separation  is  to  be  but  for  a  day  or  a 
few  hours,  is  touching  to  us.  The  hosts 
of  friends,  the  clouds  of  waving  hand- 
kerchiefs, that  bid  don  voyage  to  every 
steamer  of  high  or  low  degree  in  Scan- 
dinavia, have  no  counterpart  in  our  busy 
American  life,  except  on  the  rarer  occa- 
sion of  a  transatlantic  departure. 

The  wharf  gradually  dies  out  in  the 
distance,  however,  and  you  turn  to 
admire  the  scenery.  One  must  see  a 
Scandinavian  "  fjord  "  to  appreciate  it. 
Translated,  the  word  means  beautiful 
bay,  and  the  name  is  thoroughly  appro- 
priate. For  several  hours  the  steamer 
sails  through  the  fairy-like  scenery  of 
the    Baltic   archipelago,    passing    innu- 


A   RIVAL   OF   THE    MOHAWK. 


CANALS  FOR  SUMMER   CRUISES. 


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merable  islands  containing  the  summer 
homes  of  Stockhohn's  wealthy  citizens. 
Every  stranger  notices  with  consider- 
able curiosity  an  immense  hat  perched 
on  a  pole  on  the  crest  of  a  sheer  preci- 
pice on  the  right  of  the  fjord.  This  is 
Kungshatt,  an  iron  hat  placed  there  in 
commemoration  of  one  of  the  old  Swed- 
ish kings,  who,  finding  himself  pursued 
by  the  enemy,  retreated  to  the  edge  of 
the  cliff  and  jumped  with  his  horse  from 
this  great  height  into  the  water.  He  was 
not  injured,  and  managed  to  swim  across 
the  fjord  and  escape.    His  enemies  found 


Here  the  passenger's  admiration  for 
inland  sailors  receives  its  first  impetus. 
One  would  imagine  that  sailing  a  boat 
through  a  canal  would  require  very 
little  skill  and  hardihood  ;  but  the  trav- 
eler on  this  route  soon  changes  this 
opinion,  for  an  accuracy  of  manipulation 
amounting  to  microscopic  is  required  of 
these  watchful  sailors.  One  sees  re- 
peatedly on  this  trip  instances  where 
the  boat  glides  through  a  narrow  space 
so  close  to  the  masonry  that  no  human 
hand  could  be  held  between  the  ship's 
side  and  the  lock  without  being  crushed. 


ONE   OF   THE   ACCOMMODATION   BRIDGES. 


his  hat  on  the  top  of  the  cliff,  where,  in 
his  haste,  he  had  lost  it.  They  had  to  be 
content  with  this  trophy,  and  the  name 
Kungshatt — king's  hat — has  ever  since 
graced  this  bluff. 

An  occasional  ruin  or  castle  is  sighted, 
and  after  twenty  miles  have  been 
covered  the  steamer  enters  the  Sodert- 
elge  Canal,  whose  banks  are  beautiful 
with  pretty  homes  and  foliage,  and  so 
steep  as  to  bring  the  American  name 
"  cafion  "  to  one's  mind.  But  although 
the  steep  sides  seem  very  high  in  places, 
the  depth  does  not  become  quite  suffi- 
cient to  warrant  such  a  name. 


Two  officers  besides  the  helmsman  are 
constantly  on  the  bridge,  and  at  no 
moment  in  the  seventy  hours'  run  can 
this  vigilance  be  relaxed. 

The  first  day  passes  all  too  quickly, 
and  when  the  sun  sets  at  half -past  eight 
in  a  lavish  display  of  carmine  and  crim- 
son, the  little  steamer  is  picking  her  way 
among  the  innumerable  islands  and 
rocks  along  the  Baltic,  still  headed 
south. 

At  some  time  during  the  night,  when 
every  one  among  the  passengers  is 
sleeping  that  sleep  of  utter  abandon 
which  is  possible  only  to  the  sightseer 


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and  tourist,  the  ship  turns  west  and 
enters  the  canal. 

You  are  awakened  at  five  o'clock  by 
some  unusual  noise,  and,  on  looking  out 
of  the  port-hole,  discover  a  wall  of  solid 
masonry  dividing  the  little  circular 
window  in  half,  horizontally.  On  the 
upper  half  are  several  bare  feet  of 
assorted  sizes,and  you  discover  that  they 
belong  to  peasant  children,  carrying 
baskets  of  fresh  strawberries — in  Au- 
gust, too — cherries  and  raspberries. 

You  imagine  on  hurrying  up-stairs 
that  you  only  have  time  to  reach  over 
the  rail  and  purchase  a  supply  of  this 
fruit,  but  really  the  boat  is  in  the  first 
of  a  series  of 
five  locks, 
and  you  have 
t  i  m  e  to  go 
ashore  and 
join  the  boat 
above,halfan 
hour  later. 
This  feature 
of  being 
able  to  go 
ashore  two  or 
three  times  a 
day,  to  take 
refresh- 
ing walks 
through  the 
country, 
gather  flow- 
ers, and  to 
see  the  Swe- 
dish life  at 
home,  is  one 
of  the  pleas- 
ant and  char- 
ac  teristic 
points  about 
this  trip.    As 

there  are  seventy-five  locks  in  the  canal, 
these  diversions  are  frequent,  and  last 
from  half  an  hour  to  two  hours. 

A  full  chronicle  of  the  three  days 
would  require  volumes,  and  we  can 
touch  only  on  the  three  points  of  special 
interest,  superficially.  These  are  Lakes 
Venern  and  Vettern,  and  Trollhattan, 
the  Swedish  Niagara.  Vettern,  the 
mos"-  beautiful  lake  in  Sweden,  is  about 
eighty  miles  long  by  twelve  wide,  and 
has  water  of  such  exquisite  clearness 
that  objects  may  sometimes  be  seen  at 
a  depth  of  one  hundred  feet.  It  is  very 
liable  to  sudden  storms,  however,  when 
one  may  even  experience  mal  de  mer. 


ALL    ASHORE   FOR    A    RAMBLE. 


The  steamer  goes  directly  across  Lake 
Vettern,  enters  the  canal  again  by  a 
series  of  six  locks,  and  steams  toward 
Lake  Venern,  an  immense  sheet  of 
water,  one  hundred  miles  long  by  fifty 
wide,  where  the  storms  are  sometimes 
sufficient  to  stop  all  navigation.  This 
inland  sea  receives  the  water  of  nearly 
all  the  rivers  of  Western  Gotland  and 
Wermland,  including  the  Klar-Elf,  one 
of  the  largest  rivers  in  Scandinavia. 

The  Gota-Elf  is  the  only  outlet  to  the 
lake,  and  it  is  this  immense  volume  of 
water  which,  plunging  over  the  rocks 
at  Trollhattan,  gives  not  only  scenery 
of  a  wild  and  magnificent  nature,  but 

water  power 
estim  a  t  e  d 
at  225,000 
horse-power. 
No  one 
would  ever 
think  of  com- 
paring Niag- 
ara  and 
Trollhattan, 
as  t  h  e  two 
falls  are  of 
entirely  dif- 
ferent types. 
Niagara  is 
like  a  sea, 
plunging  in 
a  perpendic- 
ular direc- 
tion ;  Troll- 
hattan, a  sea 
crowded  in  a 
narrow  space 
filled  with 
immense 
rocks,  and 
the  effect  is 
a  series  of 
very  steep  rapids  covering  three-quar- 
ters of  a  mile  and  affording  six  or 
seven  rushes  that  must  be  seen  to  be 
fully  appreciated. 

There  are  fifteen  locks  at  Trollhattan, 
and  the  traveler  has  ample  time  to  go 
ashore,  bargain  with  "  droska  "  drivers 
in  Swedish,  visit  all  the  rapids,  take 
snap  shots,  buy  unmounted  photo- 
graphs, lunch,  and  regain  the  steamer 
once  more  below  the  falls.  Then  come 
the  Gota-Elf,  dinner,  packing  of  lug- 
gage, the  approach  to  civilization  in  the 
form  of  a  large  city,  adieus  to  pleasant 
companions,  and  the  hope  that  we  may 
ere  long  find  a  counterpart  nearer  home. 


TWO    STALWART    POLESiMEN    IN    EACH    CANOE."      { p.  3S4-) 


THe   Bim^It\Q>H    ©F   THe    sou^wesTc 


BY  FRANK  H.  RISTEEN. 


OF  the  many  fine  salmon  streams 
of  the  province  of  New  Bruns- 
wick, the  one  most  available  for 
the  casual  angler  who  is  not  a 
millionaire  is  the  Sou'west  Miramichi. 
Nearly  all  of  the  best  pools  on  the  river 
are  owned  by  corporations  or  private 
individuals;  still,  it  is  always  easy  for 
the  visitor  to  secure  some  sport. 

There  are  two  convenient  ways  of 
reaching  the  Sou'west  fishing  grounds. 
One  is  to  meet  your  guides  and  canoes 
at  Boiestown,  and  then  ascend  the 
river.  The  other  is  to  have  the  guides 
pole  up  the  river  "light,"  and  meet  you 
at  the  Forks,  or  head  of  navigation.  In 
the  latter  case  you  will  have  to  pay  the 
men  for  the  three  days  occupied  in 
coming  up,  but  after  you  have  once 
embarked  no  hard  work  remains  to  be 
done.  If  you  are  a  very  lazy  man,  there 
is  nothing  like  drifting  with  the  stream. 
You  will  float  through  the  headwaters 
at  the  head  of  the  river,  or  speed 
through  the  rapids  below,  fishing  where 
and  when  you  like,  and  camping  where 
you  will. 

You  may  not  get  many  fish.  When 
Salmo  comes  out  of  the  sea  on  his 
annual  courting  expedition,  he  is  a 
lordly  fish,  and  he  takes  his  own  lordly 
time  about  it.  He  tarries  for  days  at  a 
time  in  the  shady  pools;  then,  on  some 
moonlight  night,  makes  a  break  for  an- 
other pool  further  up  the  stream.  So 
there  is  no  telling  just  where  he  will  be 
found  on  a  certain  date.     All  his  camp- 


ing grounds,  however,  are  known  to  the 
guides.  When  he  is  at  home,  they  can 
show  you  within  a  fraction  of  a  yard 
where  he  lies. 

He  may  be  present  in  the  pool  in 
goodly  force — long,  wide,  shining  ranks 
of  him — and  he  will  not  so  much  as 
deign  to  notice  a  fly.  Two  hours  later, 
or  it  may  be  next  day  or  next  week,  he 
will  rush  open-mouthed  at  a  fly  as  huge 
and  homely  as  a  stuffed  canary. 

The  salmon  of  the  Sou'west  is  not  so 
big  as  his  brother  of  the  Restigouche, 
the  Tobique,  or  the  Upsalquitch,  but 
when  he  is  on  the  end  of  your  line  he 
means  more  business  in  a  minute  than 
the  North  Shore  salmon  is  able  to  ne- 
gotiate in  twice  as  many  hours.  The 
Restigouche  fish  is  very  seldom  known 
to  leave  the  water  after  he  is  hooked.  He 
sulks  on  the  bottom,  and  comes  at  last 
to  gaff  with  the  alacrity  of  a  log.  The 
Sou'west  salmon  is  a  fighter.  He  leaps 
several  feet  clear  of  the  water  perhaps 
half  a  dozen  times,  and  roots  vigorously 
among  the  rocks.  He  dashes  under  the 
canoe,  and  if  there  is  any  rough  water 
to  be  found  he  will  speed  down-stream 
like  a  scared  beaver,  and  you  may  have 
to  follow  him  for  miles  and  hours  be- 
fore he  will  give  up  the  fight. 

It  was  late  in  the  afternoon  of  a  cloudy 
day  in  July  when  our  party,  numbering 
six,  reached  the  selected  station.  Here 
the  driver  met  us,  who  had  agreed  to 
transport  us  over  the  watershed  be- 
tween the  St.  John  and  the  Miramichi. 


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"TO   THEM   EACH   RIPPLE  WAS  AN   OPEN   BOOK."      {p.  JS4-) 


It  was  a  sight  not  soon  to  be  forgot- 
ten when  the  flotilla  swung  out  into 
the  swollen  stream  the  next  morning. 
There  were  five  canoes  in  all,  with  two 
stalwart  polesmen  in  each  canoe.  The 
stream  was  running  like  a  mill-race. 
The  water  was  amber-colored,  and  it 
was  useless  to  cast  a  fly.  The  obvious 
thing  to  do  was  to  find  some  suitable 
camping  chance  and  wait  for  the  waters 
to  subside. 

There  was  a  kind  of  intermission  for 
refreshments,  though,  at  Half  Moon 
Cove.  This  was  a  noted  trout  pool, 
where  a  brook  foamed  in  that  was  hid- 
den by  a  mass  of  cloying  vegetation. 
Here  the  flotilla  was  beached  while  the 
Colonel  and  the  Mascot  gently  plied  the 
pool.  The  conditions  were  unpropi- 
tious,  yet  the  Colonel  landed  five  nice 
fish,  while  the  Mascot  hooked  a  snag 
and  lost  his  head — and  his  leader. 

Did  you  ever  notice  how  much  more 
beautiful  a  stream  is  in  which  you  be- 
lieve there  are  fish  than  a  stream  in 
which  you  believe  there  are  no  fish  ? 
When  the  fish  are  gone  the  stream  is 
never  the  same  as  it  was  before.  The 
rapids  sing  their  siren  song  in  vain,  the 
cataract  utters  no  more  the  mystery  of 
the  ages,  the  tale  the  pine  tree  tells  has 
lost  its  romance  and  pathos  forever. 

The  picture  our  little  fleet  presented 
was  a  striking  one.  The  polesmen, 
armed  with  their  white  spruce  poles, 


stood  erect  for  the  most  part,  silently 
watching  the  ripples  as  the  canoes 
swept  along.  To  them  each  ripple  and 
eddy  and  dancing  wave  was  like  the 
language  of  an  open  book.  Occasionally 
one  of  the  men  sang  a  few  bars  of  some 
quaint  backwoods  song,  and  all  the 
others  joined  in  the  chorus. 

For  the  greater  part  of  the  way  the 
banks  of  the  stream  were  lined  down 
to  the  water's  edge  with  forest  trees. 
Many  of  the  pictures  formed  by  jutting 
headlands,  gravelly  shores,  tumbling 
brooks,  leaning  pines,  and  grassy  islets 
were  beautiful  beyond  description.  So 
rapid  was  the  current  that,  though  sev- 
eral stops  were  made,  we  reached  our 
first  camping  ground  in  ample  time  for 
dinner. 

There  were  several  reasons  for  mak- 
ing our  first  camp  in  this  locality.  First, 
the  water  was  too  high  for  good  fish- 
ing, and  we  had  to  wait  for  the  river  to 
shrink.  Then,  by  poling  a  distance  of 
four  miles,  we  could  visit  Miramichi 
Lake  and  perhaps  see  a  moose. 

Not  the  least  good  reason  for  tarry- 
ing at  the  mouth  of  the  brook  was  the 
superb  situation  of  our  camping  ground 
in  a  growth  of  pines  on  a  bluff  that 
commanded  the  river  for  some  distance 
up  and  down.  The  tents  were  soon 
pitched  and  the  smoke  of  the  cook's 
fire  was  curling  up  among  the  branches. 

In  the  afternoon  the  Mascot  and  the 


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335 


Alderman  made  a  preliminary  explora- 
tion of  Lake  Brook  up  as  far  as  the 
Gueggas  Rapid,  which  is  within  half  a 
mile  of  the  lake.  "Gueggas  "  is  a  Mil- 
icete  word,  meaning  "  rough  place."  The 
water  was  running  in  great  volume 
from  the  lake  now,  and  at  the  Gueggas 
it  poured  tumultuously  through  and 
down  a  narrow  gorge  where  it  seemed 
impossible  that  any  canoe  could  live. 
Yet  the  men  had  no  fear  of  it  and  said 
they  would  show  us  to-morrow  how  the 
trick  could  be  done. 

The  Mascot  lost  a  year's  growth  this 
afternoon.  As  the  canoe  rounded  a  turn 
in  the  deadwater  the  boy  in  the  boat 
stiffened  like  a  well-bred  setter  and 
came  to  a  full  point.  The  Mascot,  who 
was  smoking  the  pipe  of  peace,  glanced 
casually  to  the  right  and  there  beheld, 
not  more  than  ten  yards  from  the 
canoe,  a  big  bull  moose. 

It  was  not  easy  to  say  which  was  the 
more  surprised — the  moose  or  the  Mas- 
cot. The  hair  on  the  neck  of  the  moose 
was  all  turned  the  wrong  way,  and  he 
whimpered  and  made  faces  with  his 
nose  like  a  boy  that  is  going  to  cry. 
As  far  as  the  Mascot  was  concerned 
there  is  no  doubt  that  his  hair  had  a 
skyward  tendency.  The  Mascot  also 
displayed  a  tendency  to   abandon   the 


canoe  on  the  side  opposite  to  the  moose. 
The  Alderman  had  a  nice  new  kodak  in 
one  hand  and  a  leather-covered  vial  con- 
taining some  sort  of  soothing  syrup  in 
the  other.  He  attempted  to  take  a  pic- 
ture of  the  moose  with  the  kodak,  but, 
it  is  believed,  picked  up  the  vial  by 
mistake.  By  this  time  the  moose  went 
splashing  off  through  the  water-laden 
bog  and  was  soon  lost  to  sight. 

Next  morning  the  entire  party,  with 
the  exception  of  three  of  the  men  left 
in  charge  of  the  camp,  moved  up  Lake 
Brook  for  the  purpose  of  inspecting 
the  lake.  When  the  Gueggas  was 
reached,  the  tenderfoot  contingent 
landed  and  walked  around  through  the 
woods.  Looking  down  the  narrow  gorge 
they  could  witness  the  operations  of  the 
men  as  they  "  broomed  "  their  poles  and 
calmly  prepared  to  ascend  that  seething 
caldron  of  foam  and  spray.  The  first 
canoe,  with  Dan  and  Bob,  started  up  the 
foot  of  the  rapid  like  a  flying  thing, 
the  men  plying  their  poles  among  the 
jagged  rocks  with  lightning  speed  and 
yet  with  caution  and  alertness.  It  was 
half-way  up  the  raging  slope  before  it 
faltered,  and  the  white  surges  seemed 
about  to  hurl  it  back.  Yet  steadily, 
though  tossed  about  like  a  feather,  the 
canoe  gained  ground,  the  men  working 


"  ENOUGH   GLORY   FOR   ONE   YEAR."      {p.   S3^-) 


33^ 


OUTING  FOR  JULY 


desperately  and  yet  with  perfectly  cal- 
culated energy.  A  wave  or  two  slopped 
over  the  bow,  the  frail  bark  was  whirled 
about  like  a  plaything  in  the  giant  grasp 
of  the  torrent ;  then  we  heard  the  bow- 
man shout  that  good  old  Anglo-Saxon 
"  Now  !  "  that  has  moved  the  world,  and 
with  one  last  manful  shove  they  drove 
the  canue  over  the  glassy  brink  and  into 
the  cove  above.  The  second  and  third 
canoes  came  up  the  liquid  slope  in  the 
same  miraculous  way,  one  of  them 
shipping  hardly  a  drop  of  water. 

Half  a  mile  of  easy  poling  brought  us 
in  sight  of  the  lake.  Later  the  wind 
kicked  up  quite  a  swell.  We  tried  for 
trout  at  two  of  the  inlets,  but  without 
success.  By  the  time  the  luncheon 
hour  was  reached,  the  canoes  were 
beached  on  a  beautiful  bar  of  white 
sand  on  the  southern  shore. 

Here  the  startling  discovery  was 
made  that  no  kettles  had  been  brought 
from  camp  in  which  to  make  the  tea. 
This  made  the  Commodore,  our  chief 
guide,  smile.  It  gave  him  a  chance  to 
show  us  how  tea  could  be  made  in  a 
birch-bark  kettle.  The  vessel  was  filled 
two-thirds  up  to  the  brim  with  water, 
and  placed  upon  the  fuel  in  such  a  way 
that  the  section  of  bark  above  the  level 
of  the  water  could  be  protected  on  the 
outside  by  mud  and  wet  moss.  The 
water  was  boiled  without  difficulty  and 
the  tea  was  pronounced  a  success.  All 
hands  did  a  heavy  stroke  of  loafing,  and 
added  to  their  length  of  days  in  the 
cooling  shadows  of  the  trees  that  sun- 
ny afternoon.  Suddenly  the  Commo- 
dore whispered  quietly  : 

"  Look  at  the  moose  !  A  cow  and 
two  calves  ! " 

The  animals  were  enjoying  a  midday 
bath.  They  entered  the  water  boldly 
and  swam  and  frolicked  about  with 
evident  zest,  now  and  then  nipping  the 
yellow  deer-grass  or  the  leaves  of  the 
water-lilies,  and  at  times  entirely  sub- 
merging their  forms  in  the  water.  Both 
of  the  calves,  as  well  as  the  mother, 
wore  the  peculiar  neck  ornament  known 
as  the  "bell."  By  the  aid  of  an  excel- 
lent field-glass  we  could  see  their  every 
movement  perfectly.  Soon,  however, 
the  cow  took  alarm — perhaps  from  sight 
of  our  canoes — swam  for  the  shore  with 
great  speed,  trotted  up  the  bank,  and 
vanished  in  the  dense  foliage.  The 
calves  followed  leisurely. 

Later  in   the    afternoon    they    reap- 


peared and  swam  around  for  a  long 
time.  The  Commodore  quietly  launched 
one  of  the  canoes,  placing  a  screen  of 
bushes  in  the  bow,  and  paddled  the 
Doctor  up  as  cautiously  as  possible  for 
the  purpose  of  securing  a  picture.  They 
got  within  about  a  hundred  yards  when 
the  interesting  family  again  took  alarm 
and  fled.  The  Doctor  was  very  confident 
of  obtaining  good  results  from  the  snap- 
shots he  had  taken.  The  negatives, 
however,  failed  to  back  this  up,  and  the 
Doctor  lost  his  chance  for  immortality. 

The  descent  of  the  Gueggas  on  our 
return  to  camp  was,  if  possible,  an  even 
more  exciting  affair  than  the  ascent. 
The  Mascot  vindicated  his  right  to  exist 
by  sticking  to  his  canoe  and  going  down 
the  chute.  He  came  out  a  wiser  and 
wetter  man,  and  offered  to  dispose  of 
his  share  in  the  Gueggas  at  a  reasonable 
figure. 

It  was  decided  next  day  to  break 
camp  and  drop  down-stream  about  ten 
miles  to  the  mouth  of  McKiel  Brook, 
one  of  the  best  salmon  holes  on  the 
river.  The  journey  was  quite  exciting, 
as  some  very  lively  runs  of  water  had 
to  be  gone  through.  It  seemed  hardly 
possible  that  heavily  loaded  canoes 
could  navigate  such  rapids  successfully, 
but  they  all  did  so  without  a  mishap. 
The  skill  and  strength  shown  by  the 
men  in  avoiding  sunken  rocks  and 
tracing  the  channel  on  the  bars  was  a 
thing  that  greatly  impressed  the  visitors. 

Then,  we  were  fortunate  enough  to 
have  a  sight  of  a  herd  of  seven  caribou 
crossing  the  river  not  more  than  fifty 
yards  in  front  of  the  Commodore's  canoe. 
Two  of  them  were  bulls  with  very  good 
sets  of  horns,  which,  of  course,  were  in 
the  velvet  stage.  The  canoes  made  so 
little  noise  in  dropping  down  the  stream 
that  we  were  very  close  to  the  animals 
before  they  observed  us.  Then  they 
became  confused  and  wandered  aim- 
lessly around  in  the  water  for  several 
minutes  while  the  men  held  the  canoes 
for  us  to  watch  them.  Here  was  the 
Alderman's  chance  for  immortality,  for 
he  had  the  camera,  but  every  canoe  in 
the  fleet  was  ahead  of  his  and  effectually 
shut  out  a  clear  view  of  the  caribou. 
Before  this  could  be  straightened  out 
the  caribou  were  shoveling  the  water 
and  gravel  right  and  left  as  they  dashed 
for  the  other  shore.  The  Alderman  is 
not  expert  in  the  use  of  potent  language, 
but    he    passed    the    job   over   to   the 


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337 


Colonel,  who  earned  a  premium  on  the 
contract. 

The  camping'  ground  at  McKiel  Brook 
was  grown  up  with  bushes  and  not  equal 
in  any  respect  to  the  one  we  had  left. 
The  water  was  still  too  high  for  salmon, 
if,  indeed,  they  had  yet  reached  this 
point  in  their  journey  from  the  sea. 
The  Mascot  went  up  the  brook  several 
miles  with  two  of  the  men,  and  brought 
back  a  beautiful  string  of  trout  and  a 
swelled  head.  He  said  he  had  met  a 
very  large  and  enterprising  colony  of 
mosquitoes  up  there.  They  had  never 
seen  the  Mascot  before,  but  appeared 
to  regard  him  as  a  long-lost  prodigal 
and  fell  upon  his  neck  and  bit  him. 

As  the  guides  were  confident  that 
salmon  would  be  found  at  Burnt  Hill, 
we  embarked  again  on  the  morning  of 
the  fourth  day.  On  the  way  down  the 
Doctor  hooked  a  salmon  at  the  foot  of 
a  rapid  that  rejoiced  in  the  vigorous 
and  suggestive  name  of  Push-and-be- 
darned.  The  event  was  greeted  with 
cheers,  and  the  fleet  was  anchored  to 
watch  the  result.  After  half  an  hour's 
hard  fight,  in  which  the  fish  broke  water 
six  times,  he  was  brought  to  gaff  by  Ed 
and  Joe.  He  was  a  fine  bright  fish, 
weighing  a  trifle  over  eleven  pounds. 
The  enthusiasm  of  the  men  was  loud 
and  liquid.  As  we  dashed  into  the 
Burnt  Hill  landing  we  were  pleased  to 
see  that  this  famous  fishing  ground  was 
unoccupied,  The  water  had  now  sub- 
sided to  its  normal  level,  and  the  men 
pronounced  the  weather  conditions  just 
right.  There  was  plenty  of  elbow-room 
at  the  mouth  of  the  Brook,  the  Trout 
Hole  and  the  Pond  for  all  the  rods  in 
the  party. 

A  shout  from  the  rocks  at  the  mouth 
of  the  Brook  brought  all  the  people  who 
were  not  fishing  over  the  rocks.  The 
Doctor  had  hooked  a  grilse.  After  a 
g-allant  fight  the  fish  broke  away.  The 
Mascot  in  the  meantime  had  hooked  and 
landed  his  first  salmon,  and  the  au- 
dience arrived  in  time  to  see  only  the 
last  act.  Then  Aleck  brought  up 
**  word  "  from  the  Pond  that  the  Alder- 
man had  taken  three  grilse  at  the  lower 
pitch,  an  event  that  was  greeted  with 
cheers  and  the  firing  of  guns.  Then 
the  Doctor  hooked,  in  quick  succession, 
three  grilse,  two  of  which  were  safely 
netted.  At  this  point  public  solicitude 
became  strongly  directed  toward  the 
Colonel,  who  had  been  flagellating  the 


water  from  Orr's  Rock  with  very  indif- 
ferent success. 

Upon  the  advice  of  Joe,  as  the  setting 
sun  was  then  shining  quite  brightly 
upon  the  water,  a  darker  fly  was  substi- 
tuted, to  wit,  a  Hanson  Ratter.  The 
result  was  immediate  and  startling.  A 
silvery  monster  was  seen  to  launch  him- 
self bodily  from  the  depths  and  smite 
the  water  like  a  side  of  sole  leather ; 
there  was  a  joyous  shriek  from  the  reel, 
and  the  Colonel  began  to  realize  that 
one  of  life's  concentrated  moments  had 
been  dealt  out  to  him.  The  fish  imme- 
diately grasped  the  situation  and  also 
about  seventy-five  yards  of  line.  He 
started  down  the  rapids  at  a  pace  that 
gave  the  Colonel  no  option  but  to  wade 
ashore.  Though  he  followed  as  quickly 
as  possible  over  the  rocks  and  shoals, 
the  chances  looked  desperate  for  the 
Colonel.  The  reel  was  still  unequal  to 
the  strain,  when  Joe's  canoe  shot  out 
from  the  landing,  picked  the  Colonel  up, 
and  turned  down- stream  in  pursuit  of 
the  fleeing  fish.  The  manner  in  which 
that  canoe  danced  and  whirled  about 
among  the  eddies,  while  the  Colonel 
endeavored  to  maintain  his  dignity  and 
at  the  same  time  reel  in  the  slack,  was, 
to  say  the  least,  exhilarating.  As  the 
canoe  and  its  occupants  disappeared 
from  view,  the  remainder  of  the  party 
hurried  across  the  point  in  order  to  wit- 
ness the  finish  of  the  struggle.  After 
the  fish  reached  the  pond  the  fight  was 
stubbornly  maintained,  but  Joe  said  he 
was  firmly  hooked,  and  unless  some- 
thing gave  way  the  issue  could  hardly 
be  considered  in  doubt.  The  pond  was 
so  large  and  deep  that  the  power  of  the 
rod  was  too  great  for  the  salmon.  His 
rushes  became  shorter  and  less  frequent. 
After  one  magnificent  leap  he  went  to 
the  bottom  and  seemed  determined  to 
remain  there.  The  watchful  eye  of  Joe 
detected  a  trembling  of  the  line  that  to 
him  was  full  of  significance. 

"  Give  him  the  butt  of  the  rod  !  "  he 
shouted.  "  He's  trying  to  dig  the  hook 
out  !     Give  him  all  she'll  stand  !  " 

The  Colonel  applied  all  the  force  of 
the  rod,  with  the  result  that  the  fish  was 
slowly  lifted  to  the  surface.  He  was  by 
no  means  beaten  yet,  but  Joe,  while 
using  the  handle  of  the  gaff  as  a  pole, 
warily  watched  his  opportunity.  Soon 
there  was  a  swift  swooping  stroke  of  the 
weapon,  and  in  an  instant  the  big  beauty 
was  flapping  against  the  bottom  of  the 


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canoe.  The  Colonel  gave  a  whoop  that 
would  have  done  credit  to  the  wildest 
Comanche  of  the  plains,  and  then, 
as  an  unexpected  lurch  of  the  canoe 
caused  him  to  lose  his  balance,  plunged 
overboard  into  the  pond.  The  canoe 
would  have  gone  over,  too,  had  not  Joe, 
to  whom  such  emergencies  were  the 
every-day  facts  of  life,  jumped  out  him- 
self and  prevented  a  total  capsize  and 
the  possible  loss  of  the  salmon.  This 
fish  was  the  largest  taken  on  the  trip, 
weighing  i6^  pounds. 

The    last    pool   at   which  we  tarried 
was  the  mouth  of  Clearwater,  where  Joe 


Jefferson  has  his  camp.  The  Colonel 
announced  that  he  had  enough  glory  for 
one  year  and  packed  his  rod  in  the  case. 
The  Doctor,  however,  had  not  acquired 
a  sufficient  amount  of  glory  to  live  upon 
with  comfort.  Taking  with  him  the 
faithful  Aleck,  he  crossed  over  to  the 
pool  the  next  morning  when  everybody 
else  was  sleeping  the  sleep  of  the  just. 
On  his  return  he  was  accompanied  by 
five  grilse  and  a  broad  smile,  whose 
combined  weight  was  twenty  pounds. 
On  the  salmon  stream  the  race  is  not  al- 
ways to  the  swift  nor  the  battle  to  the 
strong.  They  mostly  go  to  the  early  riser. 


a    n©I^^B^<^    WITH    THe    WOODCOCK. 


BY    WILLIAM     HOWELL. 


OLD  Duke  and  I  know  every  inch  of 
the  woodcock  ground  in  our  local- 
ity. We  have  rambled  over  it, 
time  and  again,  in  early  spring  to 
welcome  the  first  arrival  from  the  South. 
We  try  to  locate  a  brood  or  two,  and 
keep  an  eye  on  them  until  the  summer 
season  opens;  and  then  sometimes  they 
are  gone,  no  one  knows  where,  and  we 
have  a  long  hot  tramp  for  nothing.  A 
dry  spell  of  weather  is  generally  respon- 
sible for  this  condition  of  things,  making 
it  necessary  for  the  cock  to  change  their 
quarters,  for  moister  grounds. 

In  a  favorable  season  they  remain  on 
the  spring  grounds;  and  when  this  hap- 
pens, who  amongst  us  minds  the  heat, 
or  the  repeated  shower-baths  with  which 
we  are  greeted  as  we  elbow  our  way 
through  the  white  birches  and  alder  ? 

One  promising  July  morning,  Duke 
and  I  wended  our  way  to  a  small  piece 


of  cover  not  more  than  an  acre  in 
extent,  which  was  bounded  on  the  south 
and  east  by  wheat  stubble,  on  the  west 
by  an  old  peach  orchard,  and  on  the 
north  by  an  extensive  swamp. 

By  seven  o'clock  we  were  on  the 
ground,  and  whilst  we  were  yet  in  the 
stubble,  some  yards  from  the  edge  of 
the  cover,  Duke  told  me  as  plainly  as 
dog  can  tell,  that  game  was  near.  We 
entered  the  brush,  and  I  ordered  him  on. 
He  had  advanced  but  a  few  yards  when 
he  crouched  almost  to  the  ground,  then 
crept  forward  with  that  graceful  motion 
characteristic  of  the  setter,  and  which 
delights  the  eye  of  the  sportsman  fully 
as  much  as  when  he  sees  the  long-bill 
"toppling  to  the  copse  from  whence 
'twas  sprung."  After  going  a  few  yards, 
Duke  pointed. 

The  growth  was  mostly  scrub-oak, 
quite  thick,  and  not  more  than  twelve 


Painted  for  Outing  by  the  late  Uermann  Simon. 

"UP   GOT   A  VERITABLE  PATRIARCH."    (p.  340.) 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


or  fifteen  feet  high,  with  here  and  there 
an  opening,  through  which  the  whistling 
rascal  might  go  when  flushed,  giving 
the  gun  but  an  instant  for  its  work. 

In  such  cover  one  place  is  as  good  as 
another,  so  I  took  a  step  forward,  when 
up  got  a  veritable  patriarch.  He  made 
a  short  turn  to  the  left,  another  to  the 
right,  then  up  he  went. 

"l  fired,  and  fancied  that  something 
toppled  through  the  scrub-oaks  less  than 
fifteen  yards  off.  Duke  watched  me  as 
I  threw  the  empty  shell  away,  waited 
impatiently  while  I  reloaded,  and,  as 
the  gun  closed,  away  he  bounded.  In 
a  moment  I  saw  him  coming  back  with 
the  bird  in  his  mouth. 

After  a  few  words  of  praise  he  went 
off  again,  carefully  covering  all  the 
ground.  I  watched  him  closely,  and,  as 
he  suddenly  checked  his  speed  and 
turned  his  head  slightly  in  my  direc- 
tion, I  had  a  fine  view  of  him  as  he 
worked  up  to  the  bird.  Slowly  and 
stealthily  he  came  ;  more  slowly  and 
stealthily  still,  imtil  he  stopped  within 
three  yards  of  my  feet. 

I  make  one  step  forward — surely 
there  is  no  mistake  ?  One  more  step, 
and  away  they  go,  two  this  time.  One 
vanished  almost  instantly  ;  the  other 
rose  perpendicularly,  and  it  escaped 
through  an  opening  before  I  had  time 
to  pull  a  trigger.  I  kept  a  sharp  look- 
out in  the  direction  of  two  or  three 
openings  a  little  farther  on,  with  the 
hope  the  bird  would  cross  one  and  give 
me  a  snap-shot  that  would  necessarily 
be  of  the  snappiest  kind. 

Ah  !  a  glimpse  of  something  through 
the  farther  opening,  and  in  the  same  in- 
stant a  charge  of  shot  is  on  its  way — it 
remained  for  Duke  to  see  whether  it 
got  there  in  time  or  no. 

When  I  had  replaced  the  empty  shell 
with  a  new  one,  the  old  dog  bounded 
away,  returning  with  a  very  anxious 
look  on  his  intelligent  face,  that  told 
me  as  plainly  as  words  could  have  done 
that  the  bird  was  dead  but  he  could  not 
get  it. 

I  went  back  with  him,  and  found  it 
lodged  in  the  top  of  one  of  the  scrub- 
oaks.  Duke  was  pleased  and  yet  he 
had  rather  a  disappointed  look,  for  he 
loves  to  retrieve,  and  is  careful  never  to 
loosen  a  feather. 

After  this  bit  of  good  fortune  we  pro- 
ceeded to  hunt  up  the  other  bird.  I 
kept  the  dog  in,  as  I   knew  pretty  well 


where  we  should  find  it.  On  the  stubble 
side  of  the  cover,  and  running  parallel 
with  it,  was  a  narrow  thicket,  not  more 
than  ten  feet  wide  and  perhaps  fifty 
long.  I  had  killed  many  a  woodcock 
there,  and  this  time  my  judgment  was 
not  at  fault,  for  when  we  had  gone  half 
the  length  of  the  thicket,  Duke,  who 
had  taken  the  lead  on  leaving  the 
cover,  and  who  knew  as  well  as  I  did 
where  to  go,  found  the  bird,  and  I  had 
an  easy  shot,  as  it  went  out  over  the 
stubble. 

It  was  now  only  eight  o'clock  and  we 
had  bagged  three  birds.  There  were 
more  either  here  or  in  the  adjoining 
swamp.  We  had  had  quite  a  wet  spell 
which  had  driven  many  of  the  birds  to 
higher  ground,  and  at  such  times  the 
little  bit  of  cover  we  were  in  was  a 
favorite  spot  for  them.  There  was 
scarcely  any  underbrush,  and  the  rich 
black  soil  was  rendered  moist  by  the 
frequent  rains,  so  that  the  cock  could 
bore  away  to  their  hearts'  content. 

A  wagon  track  divided  the  cover,  and 
as  we  had  not  been  on  the  lower  side  I 
determined  to  try  it.  Sending  Duke  in 
I  kept  along  the  track,  and  watched  him 
as  he  worked  every  foot  of  ground.  I 
had  almost  reached  the  opposite  side 
when  a  bird  got  up  from  near  my  foot. 
Straight  ahead,  sticking  to  the  opening, 
it  went.  There  is  plenty  of  time  now 
— fifteen — twenty  yards  away — bang  I 

What  was  that  scuttling  off  to  the 
right  with  bat-like  motion  ?  We  all 
know  what  it  was ;  we  have  all  been 
there,  with  the  exception  of  a  few  that 
we  hear  about,  but  seldom  see.  Putting 
in  another  shell,  I  started  to  follow  the 
bird,  whistling  up  the  dog  as  I  went. 

Finding  he  did  not  come,  I  halted 
and  whistled  again.  Still  he  came  not. 
Looking  around  for  a  glimpse  of  him,  I 
caught  sight  of  his  tail,  over  by  the 
fence. 

In  a  few  seconds  I  was  with  him,  and 
I  found  the  bird  was  on  the  other  side 
of  the  fence.  The  dog  had  crawled 
under  the  bottom  rail,  and  when  two- 
thirds  of  the  way  through  had  found  it 
prudent  to  stop. 

A  fringe  of  birches  ran  along  on  the 
field  side  of  the  fence,  and  the  bird  lay 
between  them  and  it. 

I  never  could  prevail  upon  Duke  to 
flush,  so  there  was  nothing  to  do  but 
get  over  the  fence  as  best  I  could. 

My    feet    had    barely    touched    the 


A    CRUSTACEAPi  IDYL. 


341 


ground  when  the  cock  sped  through  the 
birches  and  out  of  sight. 

I  kept  a  sharp  lookout  down  where  the 
birches  ended,  and  in  a  moment  saw  the 
bird  go  flipping  over  into  the  swamp. 

Disappointment  number  two  —  but 
never  mind.  Duke  and  I  were  soon 
over  in  the  swamp.  Our  blood  was  up, 
and  we  were  going  to  have  that  bird  if 
it  took  a  day  to  do  it. 

Keeping  the  dog  close  on  account 
of  the  underbrush,  I  hunted  back  and 
forth  until  we  got  to  an  old  chestnut 
tree.  Standing  under  the  tree,  I  watched 
Duke  as  he  glided  in  and  out  among  the 
bushes.  He  was  just  turning,  when  he 
suddenly  stopped,  and,  with  head  erect. 


sniffed  the  air.  Then,  with  a  sidelong 
glance  at  me,  he  lowered  his  head,  crept 
to  a  hazel-bush,  and  halted.  I  flushed 
the  bird,  and  killed  with  the  second. 

It  was  now  quite  warm,  and  as  we  had 
done  pretty  well,  I  thought  it  time  for  a 
rest.  We  rested  for  nearly  an  hour, 
and  then  started  for  home.  On  our 
way  Duke  found  another  bird,  which 
I  missed  with  the  first  barrel,  easy  shot 
as  it  was,  but  killed  with  the  second, 
as  the  bird  was  dropping  back  in  the 
scrub  -oaks.  My  mother-in-law  was 
very  nice  to  me  this  afternoon.  She 
just  dotes  on  woodcock,  and  generally 
manages  to  time  her  annual  visit  to  us 
during  the  season. 


A    CRUSTACeAN    EOYLc 


BY  WARD  CRUIKSHANK, 


H 


ULLO,  dude,"  called  out  Col- 
oneh  Hastings,  with  boisterous 
joviality,  as  I  stepped  from  a 
train  at  a  brisk  little  station  on 
the  Delaware  division.  "  Did  you  bring 
a  glass  case  to  put  over  yourself  ?  The 
roads  are  dusty  enough  to  spoil  two 
*  rigs  'like  yours." 

Colonel  Hastings,  be  it  said,  was  my 
mother's  brother,  but  he  was  many  years 
the  junior  of  the  lady  whose  slipper  so 
valiantly  combated  the  original  sin  and 
acquired  unrighteousness  w^hich  mani- 
fested themselves  in  my  more  youthful 
days.  In  fact,  I  regarded  him  as  a 
member  of  a  contemporary  rather  than 
a  preceding  generation.  From  the  time 
when  my  memory  runneth  not  to  the  con- 
trary he  had  taken  great  delight  in  malt- 
ing my  life  miserable  by  the  most  diabol- 
ical system  of  teasing  ever  devised;  and, 
with  the  curious  inconsistency  of  child- 
hood, I  always  wanted  to  be  where  he 
was.      Of   course,    as    I   grew   older,    I 


learned  the  folly  of  adding  fuel  to  flame 
by  allowing  him  to  see  I  was  annoyed, 
but  he  never  entirely  gave  over  the 
habit,  and  his  greeting  was  the  out- 
come of  this  long-formed  tendency. 

"  By  the  way,  Dick,"  he  said,  when 
we  were  seated  in  the  buggy  and  the 
bays  were  traveling  to  his  satisfaction 
(which,  it  is  hardly  necessary  to  state, 
was  a  little  faster  than  a  member  of  the 
S.  P.  C.  A.  would  have  driven  them), 
"  did  Georgia  write  you  what  we  have 
down  home  now  ?  " 

"  Oh,  forty-seven  turkeys,"  I  began, 
as  I  rapidly  recalled  the  main  items  of 
vay  aunt's  last  letter,  "  three  hundred 
and  sixteen  chickens,  two  Jersey  calves, 
ninety-seven  ducks,  a  new  ice-house, 
seventy-four ' ' 

"  Hang  the  stock  census,"  broke  in 
my  uncle.  "  Didn't  she  write  you  about 
the  girl  ? " 

"The  girl,"  I  exclaimed.  "Surely 
there's  not  another " 


Painted  for  Outing  by  Alex.  J.  Rummler. 

"THE  BAYS  "WERE  TRAVELING  TO  HIS  SATISFACTION."    i^.34i-') 


A    CRUSTACEAN  IDYL. 


343 


"  No,  you  infernal  idiot,  there  isn't 
another.  I  mean  the  young-  lady  visit- 
ing us." 

"  Have  a  smoke  ? "  I  asked  irrele- 
vantly, handing  him  a  cigar.  I  never 
display  any  curiosity  concerning  a  state- 
ment of  Uncle  Dick's.  It's  likely  to 
turn  up  and  create  trouble  some  time  or 
other. 

He  took  the  weed,  gnawed  the  end  off 
savagely,  and  then  hit  the  near  horse  an 
unnaerciful  crack  with  the  whip.  The 
horse  hadn't  done  a  blessed  thing  either. 
Both  animals  broke  into  a  run,  and  it 
took  some  time  to  bring  them  down  to 
their  former  speedy  trot. 

"  Rank  cigar,  this,"  remarked  the  Col- 
onel, in  an  aggrieved  tone,  after  he  had 
lighted  it  at  the  expense  of  five  matches. 

"  Sorry  you  think  so,"  I  returned 
blandly.     ''I  thought  they  were  good." 

"  Humph,"  he  grunted,  and  the  con- 
versation lagged  for  a  while. 

"  She's  a  Miss  Sedwick,"  he  said  pres- 
ently, as  though  in  answer  to  a  question. 

"  Sedwick  !  "  I  exclaimed,  startled  out 
of  my  phlegm  by  a  rush  of  recollections 
too  numerous  to  mention.  "  Not  Flor- 
ence Sedwick  ?" 

*'  Well,  her  name  does  happen  to  be 
Florence,"  chuckled  my  uncle,  at  the 
unexpected  success  of  his  venture. 
"  Know  her  ? " 

"I've  met  her,"  I  said  guardedly.  I 
wasn't  going  to  give  him  any  more  rope. 

"  Thundering  pretty  girl,"  he  said,  not 
at  all  discouraged  by  my  return  to  non- 
committalism. 

"  Humph  !  "  It  was  my  turn  to  grunt. 
"  Mrs.  Tom  Thumb." 

"  That's  no  crime  ;  besides,  I've  seen 
smaller  girls.     Her  figure  is  perfect." 

"  Snub-nosed,"  I  sneered. 

"  Only  a  wee  bit  tip-tilted,  and  her 
hands  and  feet  are  all  right," 

"  She  need  only  take  two  bites  at  a 
ginger  cake." 

"  Well,  her  mouth  is  rather — but  then, 
her  teeth  make  up  for  that.  Besides,  I 
never  saw  finer  eyes  and  hair — except 
Georgia's." 

"  Oh,  don't  be  afraid  ;  I  won't  report 
you.  You  needn't  put  in  any  excep- 
tions." 

"  Report  and  be  blessed,  you  imperti- 
nent young  ass  !  "  he  roared,  throwing 
his  cigar  clear  over  a  thorn  hedge  and 
frightening  the  horses  into  a  run  again. 

"My!"  said  I,  with  mock  concern. 
"Your  temper  is  getting  frightful." 


"  Shut  up,  and  give  me  another  weed." 

I  handed  him  a  cigar,  saying  insin- 
uatingly :  "You  must  like  'em  rank." 

"  It's  Hobson's  choice,"  he  growled 
politely. 

Just  then  we  turned  into  the  long 
avenue,  lined  with  ancient  cedars,  that 
led  to  the  great  square  brick  mansion 
where  mother's  family  had  made  their 
headquarters  for  generations,  where  I 
had  spent  some  of  the  happiest  hours  of 
a  bare-foot  boyhood,  and  where  Uncle 
Dick  Hastings  was  a  sturdy  prop  in  the 
falling  architecture  of  the  old  regime. 
We  were  both  silent :  I  because  of  the 
flood  of  inemories  called  up  by  the  huge 
brick  chimneys  peeping  through  the 
tree-tops  ;  he,  probably,  because  he  was 
ransacking  his  mind  to  find  if  any  of 
Aunt  Georgia's  errands  had  been  for- 
gotten. 

A  quarter  of  a  mile  further  on  the 
avenue  divided  like  the  frame  of  a  ten- 
nis racquet.  At  the  head  and  beyond 
it  stood  the  house,  fronted  by  a  long, 
broad  porch  with  a  solid-looking  flat 
roof,  supported  by  massive  fluted  pillars 
of  my  uncle's  bachelor  days.  It  then 
had  all  the  severity  of  aspect  of  some 
old  Grecian  temple  or  a  modern  syna- 
gogue. Now  rows  of  flower-pots  were 
set  between  the  pillars,  and  the  bright 
colors  of  the  plants  softened  the  effect. 
The  doors  and  windows  were  wide  open, 
and  comfortable  chairs  stood  about 
in  hospitable  disregard  of  order.  The 
lawn,  in  addition  to  the  pear-shaped 
oval  corresponding  with  the  stringing 
of  the  racquet,  was  extensive  to  the 
point  of  being  a  park,  for  its  limits  were 
nowhere  visible  through  the  trees,  ex- 
cept to  the  left,  as  we  approached,  where 
the  stables,  carriage-house  and  other 
out-buildings  showed  their  whitewashed 
shapes. 

Uncle  Dick  pulled  up  in  front  of  the 
steps  and  shouted : 

"Joe!" 

And  as  the  sable  owner  of  that  name 
slouched  leisurely  around  the  corner,  a 
lady,  in  the  matronly  beauty  which 
reaches  its  acme  in  some  women  at 
thirty- five,  appeared  in  the  doorway 
and  then  came  smilingly  to  the  edge  of 
the  steps. 

"  So  glad,  Dick  ;  how  are  you  ?  "  she 
said  in  a  soft,  lingering  voice  as  I  sprang 
from  the  buggy  and  ran  up  to  take  hef 
outstretched  hand.  "  Goodness,"  she 
went    on,    "  you  would   think   Joe  had 


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never  seen  a  horse  to  hear  the  instruc- 
tions the  Colonel  is  burying  him  in. 
Come  in;  I  know  you  are  simply  choked 
with  the  dust." 

"Great  Jupiter,  Georgia!"  exclaimed 
my  uncle,  as  he  joined  us.  "  I  forgot 
that  sugar." 

"  Was  that  all  you  forgot,  dear  ? " 
asked  his  wife  with  a  comical  assump- 
tion of  long-suffering  patience,  "  I'm 
really  surprised  you  remembered  to 
bring  Dick." 

"  Oh,  blow  Dick  !  His  cigars  are  bad 
and  he's  worse,"  retorted  Colonel  Has- 
tings genially.  "  I  say,  Georgia,  the 
dude  knows  Miss  Flossie ;  says  she 
needn't  make  but  two  bites  at  a  gin- 
ger cake." 

He  roared  this  out  as  if  it  were  a 
great  joke  and  his  wife  deaf.  We  had 
entered  the  capacious  hallway,  and,  as 
he  finished,  a  petite  girlish  figure  in 
some  gauzy  white  stuff  seemed  to  float 
in  view  on  the  first  landing  of  the  stair- 
way. If  she  heard  my  uncle,  she  gave 
no  sign  as  she  came  tripping  down  the 
steps  and  crossed  the  hall  to  speak  to 
me. 

"  Oh,"  she  said,  as  my  aunt  began  an 
introduction,  "  I  know  Mr.  Caldwell, 
but  I  didn't  identify  him  with  the  'Dick' 
whose  advent  has  been  so  much  dis- 
cussed." 

Flossie  Sedwick  was  all  my  uncle  had 
pictured  her — rather  more.  She  and 
I  had  met  the  winter  before  in  New 
York,  whither  she  had  come  from  her 
home  in  Baltimore  to  visit  a  friend  of 
mine  in  the  former  city.  It  is  hardly 
necessary  to  say  that  my  criticisms  had 
been  dictated  by  a  desire  to  throw  cold 
water  on  the  Colonel's  description  rather 
than  by  the  opinion  that  I  had  of  her. 
Indeed,  I  was  accused  by  my  friends, 
and  not  altogether  without  reason,  of 
having  a  very  soft  spot  in  my  heart  for 
Miss  Sedwick. 

"  More  than  glad  to  renew  our  ac- 
qu  I  "ance, "  I  muttered  as  I  bowed 
ovfc.  che  hand  she  extended.  Straight- 
ening up,  I  saw  Uncle  Dick's  coat  tails 
disappearing  through  the  back  door  and 
I  felt  relieved,  for  there  was  never  any 
telling  how  far  his  reminiscent  mood 
might  carry  him.  Evidently,  I  thought, 
his  quotation  about  her  mouth  did  not 
reach  the  young  lady's  ears. 

***** 

There  are  still  some  houses  in  Mary- 
land run  after  the  manner  of  Colonel 


Dick  Hastings',  but  they  are  the  sur- 
vivors of  a  former  day  and  generation. 
Ten  years  ago  there  were  more  of  them 
than  now,  and  the  region  of  the  head- 
waters of  the  Chesapeake,  locally  known 
as  Sassafras  Neck, was  the  scene  of  much 
social  gayety,  especially  during  the 
summer  months.  The  week  which  fol- 
lowed my  arrival  at  "  Woodlawn  "  was  a 
delightful  one,  despite  the  fact  that 
croquet  parties  were  much  in  vogue. 

The  Colonel  prided  himself  upon  his 
horses.  He  had  plenty  of  them  and 
they  were  always  at  my  disposal.  There 
may  be  skeptical  people,  but  I  venture 
to  suggest  there  are  more  disagreeable 
ways  of  spending  one's  time  than  in 
driving  about  a  familiar  country  with  a 
pretty  and  intelligent  girl.  It  was  in  the 
nature  of  a  necessity  that  Miss  Sedwick 
and  I  should  be  a  great  deal  together, 
and  I  can't  say,  from  my  standpoint,  that 
the  necessity  was  at  all  a  painful  one, 
***** 

"Well,  Flossie,"  said  Aunt  Georgia 
one  day  at  dinner,  "  I  have  arranged  for 
that  crabbing  party  to-morrow.  The 
Days  and  the  Winters  and  the  McNa- 
m arras  will  meet  us  at  Cassiday's  Wharf, 
and  it  promises  to  be  quite  a  pleasant 
affair." 

"  Oh,  you  dear  !  "  exclaimed  Miss  Sed- 
wick, seizing  Richard  Hastings,  Jr.,  who 
sat  stolidly  in  his  high  chair  next  to 
her,  around  the  neck  and  wasting  a  lit- 
tle^appreciated  kiss  upon  his  raspberry- 
besmeared  face. 

The  exclamation  was  addressed  to  my 
aunt,  who  would  have  received  the  kiss 
had  she  been  near  enough.  Whether 
the  >oung  man  realized  he  was  only  a 
proxy  or  not  I  can't  say,  but  he  vigor- 
ously freed  himself  from  the  embrace. 

"  Is  Little  Dit  an'  Bid  Dit  an'  de  Tur- 
nel  doin'  ? " 

His  momentary  anxiety  on  this  score 
being  relieved,  he  calmly  resumed  his 
berries. 

"Richard,"  I  said  severely,  "the  gods 
allow  such  opportunities  as  you  are  ac- 
corded, to  come  but  seldom  into  a  man's 
life.  You  are  the  most  ungrateful  young 
cub  on  my  list  of  acquaintances." 

He  regarded  me  with  great  solemnity 
and  at  the  same  time  shoved  his  plate 
at  his  mother. 

"  Bid  Dit's  doin'  trabbin,"  he  said, 
retrospectively;  and  then,  with  astonish- 
ing vigor  of  lung,  "  Mo'  be'ys,  p'ease, 
muvver  !  " 


A    CRUSTACEAN  IDYL. 


345 


Miss  Sedwick  gave  me  an  indignant 
look  and  colored  slightly,  but  said,  with 
much  suavity  and  composure  : 

"  You  know,  I've  never  been  crab- 
bing, Mr.  Caldwell,  but  I've  heard  so 
much  about  it  that  I  am  wild  to  go." 

"  If  she  follows  the  example  of  her 
sex,  she'll  be  'wild'  after  she  gets  there; 
eh,  Dick  ? "  said  the  Colonel,  giving  me 
a  confidential  wink,  which  I  ignored. 

"  Is  it  dangerous  ?  "  asked  Miss  Flos- 
sie. 

"Very,"  replied  the  Colonel.  "A  crab 
is  the  most  savage  animal  extant.  They 
bite  like  the  devil." 

"  Trabs  bite  lite  the  debbil,"  repeated 
"  Little  Dit "  with  unction. 

'"  My  dear,"  exclaimed  Aunt  Georgia, 
partly  at  the  Colonel  and  partly  at  her 
offspring. 

"  Bite  dinder-tates,  too,"  said  the 
youngster  in  a  far-away  tone,  as  though 
recalling  a  former  existence,  whereat 
my  uncle  laughed  immoderately  and 
his  wife  hastily  pushed  back  her  chair, 
much  to  my  relief. 

Miss  Sedwick  seemed  unaccounta- 
bly flushed,  and  I  did  not  see  her  again 
until  supper. 


At  the  earnest  solicitation  of  the  chil- 
dren, valiantly  seconded  by  Miss  Sed- 
wick, our  party  went  to  Cassiday's 
Wharf  in  the  peach  wagon.  My  uncle 
and  I  stood  out  for  the  buggy  and  day- 
ton,  but  when  Aunt  Georgia  also  voted 
for  the  peach  wagon,  that  settled  it,  and 
I,  at  any  rate,  felt  thankful  that  they 
hadn't  insisted  upon  taking  the  ox-cart. 
Indeed,  the  peach  wagons  of  the  erst- 
while famous  "  peach  belt "  of  the 
"'Peninsula"  were  very  springy  and 
comfortable  affairs,  as  far  removed  from 
the  plebeian  burden -carrier  of  the  farm 
as  is  a  parlor  car  from  one  of  those  ve- 
hicles known  to  the  profession  of  hoboes 
as  a  "  blind  baggage."  There  was  ample 
room  for  the  interesting-looking  ham- 
pers brought  from  Aunt  Georgia's  inex- 
haustible kitchen,  as  well  as  all  the  peo- 
ple. Two  little  girls  of  uninteresting 
age  called  "  Little  Dit  "  "  Buddy  ;"  and 
they,  together  with  the  others  with 
whom  my  readers  have  made  acquaint- 
ance, including  Joe  the  hostler,  made 
up  our  delegation  to  the  crabbing  party. 
The  two  bays  and  a  sorrel  and  a  gray, 
all  spirited  animals,  highly  indignant  at 
being  harnessed  to  such  a  conveyance, 


composed  the  team,  and  were  handled 
by  the  Colonel  with  the  skill  of  a  born 
horseman.  The  morning  was  fresh  and 
bright,  though  there  were  omens  of  heat 
in  the  air.  Joe's  big  eyes  and  white 
teeth  shone  from  their  ebony  setting 
with  the  uncontrolled  jollity  of  the  ne- 
gro nature.  "  De  Kuhnel  git  speed  out  o' 
dem  bosses."  It  was  a  four-mile  drive, 
but  to  me,  sitting  at  the  rear  of  the 
wagon  looking  into  Miss  Flossie's  eyes, 
rather  than  at  the  well-tilled  acres  we 
were  passing,  it  seemed  not  a  quarter  of 
the  distance.  Indeed,  we  had  parsed 
by  the  great  orchards  of  the  "  Cassiday 
Farm,"  famous  in  many  markets  for  the 
quality  and  quantity  of  their  peaches, 
and  out  on  the  plateau  overlooking  the 
expanse  of  the  Sassafras,  when  I  was 
interrupted  in  the  inconsequential  that 
men — particularly  men  in  love — are 
often  guilty  of,  by  Master  Richard 
grasping  my  knee  and  saying  senten- 
tiously  : 

"  Ribber,  Bid  Dit,  ribber.  Don'  see 
do  trabs." 

"  Any  crabs,  darling,"  said  Aunt 
Georgia. 

"  Don'  see  none,"  he  retorted,  imper- 
vious to  this  attack  on  his  grammar. 

To  the  south  lay  the  shores  of  Kent, 
and  far  westward  the  river  and  bay 
blended  and  the  latter  was  lost  in  the 
horizon. 

At  the  wharf  we  found  the  other  de- 
tachments awaiting  us,  and  little  time 
was  lost  in  preparations  for  embarking. 
Two  good-sized  lighters  and  a  dory 
accommodated  our  crowd.  By  a  little 
diplomacy  and  some  invaluable  aid 
from  Mrs.  Hastings  I  was  assigned  to 
the  dory,  and  persuaded  Miss  Sedwick 
to  be  my  passenger.  Crabbing  had 
been  one  of  my  delights  as  a  boy,  when 
I  had  acquired  considerable  skill  with  a 
dip-net  and  a  large  acquaintance  with 
the  river.  As  I  rowed  toward  the  place 
I  had  selected  Miss  Sedwick  exclaimed: 

"  Oh,  I  am  so  excited  ;  is  it  really  dan- 
gerous, Mr.  Caldwell  ?  " 

I  was  thinking  of  my  condition  of 
mind  concerning  her,  and  I  repLed 
gravely  : 

"  Very." 

Then  I  aroused  myself,  and  realizing 
the  absurdity  of  what  I  had  said,  added  : 

"  For  the  crabs.  I  never  heard  of 
anyone  else  being  killed  at  it." 

"  Why,  the  lines  have  no  hooks  on 
them,"   she  exclaimed,  after  a  scrutiny. 


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Then  :  "  What  did  you  bring  that  but- 
terfly net  for?" 

I  explained  that  hooks  were  a  useless 
extravagance  where  crabs  are  con- 
cerned, and  that  the  net  was  rather 
stalwart  for  a  butterfly  hunter,  but  I  fear 
my  learning  received  little  attention. 

*'  Ugh  !  "  was  her  next  ejaculation. 
"  What  in  the  world  is  that  nasty-smell- 
ing stuff  in  the  keg  ?  " 

"  Eels,"  I  replied  rather  absently,  for 
I  was  looking  over  my  shoulder  for  a 
buoy  I  wished  to  moor  to  ;  "  they  are 
better  than  chicken  or  beef." 

"Not  to  eat?"  she  cried;  "surely, 
not  to  eat  ?" 

"  No,"  said  I,  a  little  impatiently  ;  the 
humor  of  it  didn't  strike  me  till  later. 
"  They  are  for  bait." 

I  had  found  the  buoy  and  made  a 
couple  of  half-hitches  around  it  with 
the  painter.  Turning,  I  saw  my  pas- 
senger regarding  me  with  a  sort  of 
wistful  look  that  made  me  feel  as  if  I 
had  said  something  very  brutal.  The 
expression  faded  as  soon  as  she  saw  I 
was  watching  her. 

"  You  are  cross  because  I  don't  know 
things,"  she  said  abriiptly.  "  Take  me 
over  to  one  of  the  other  boats." 

"  Indeed,  indeed,  you  are  mistaken. 
I've  set  my  heart  on  initiating  you  into 
the  mysteries  of  this  sport  ;  don't  spoil 
my  day  for  me,"  I  pleaded  humbly. 

"  I  think  you  would  enjoy  it  more 
with  one  of  the  other  girls,"  she  said 
tentatively. 

"  No,  I  assure  you,  I  would  not." 

I  was  rapidly  getting  out  the  lines  and 
fastening  on  the  bait,  and,  in  her  interest 
in  the  performance,  she  let  the  matter 
drop. 

"  How  do  you  tell  when  you  have  a 
bite  ? "  she  asked,  seeing  me  drop  them 
into  the  water,  two  on  each  side. 

"  Pull  up  at  intervals.  You  are  to 
watch  the  two  at  the  stern,  and  I  will 
take  care  of  these  by  me." 

I  knew  the  spot  was  a  good  one,  and 
didn't  let  much  time  go  by  before  let- 
ting her  try  the  first  line.  Grasping  it 
firmly,  she  gave  a  jerk  that  pulled  the 
bait  half-way  to  the  surface  with  a  rush. 

"Great  Scott,  no,"  I  cried.  "Here, 
let  me  show  you,"  and  I  gently  hauled 
up  one  of  my  charges.  There  was  a 
big,  lazy  chap  on  it  that  I  scooped  with- 
out difficulty. 

"  Oh,  is  that  the  way  ? "  she  asked,  de- 
lightedly.    "  May  I  try  now  ?  " 


"  You'd  better  wait  a  moment  or  two," 
I  said,  dropping  the  crab  into  a  box  and 
turning  to  my  other  line.  I  had  hardly 
commenced  to  draw  it  in  when  I  heard 
a  faint  shriek  : 

"  O-o-oh  !  Dick  !  Come  !  I've  got 
one  !  I've  got  one  !  Oh,  it's  gone  !" 
This  last  in  a  most  mournful  tone. 

"  You  mustn't  make  a  noise;  it  scares 
them.  Now  try  the  other  line  and  I 
will  be  ready  with  the  net." 

Breathlessly  she  raised  the  cord,  an 
inch  at  a  time.  There  were  two  crabs 
hanging  to  the  bait,  and  I  got  both.  I 
never  saw  any  one  so  enthusiastically 
jubilant  as  she  was.  For  half  an  hour  we 
hauled  them  in  almost  as  fast  as  we  could 
draw  the  lines.  Then  I  suggested  she 
should  try  the  net.  Her  first  effort  re- 
sulted in  the  escape  of  the  crab,  and  the 
next  one  she  scooped  all  right,  but 
tossed  about  fifty  feet  on  the  opposite 
side  of  the  boat.  The  third  trial  was  a 
success,  and  after  that  we  took  turns. 
Success  probably  made  her  careless, 
and,  at  best,  a  dory  is  a  ticklish  sort  of 
boat.  She  darted  the  net  at  the  crab, 
who  let  go  the  bait  and  scampered,  and, 
in  her  excitement,  she  put  her  foot  on 
the  gunwale  and  made  a  wild  second 
effort  to  capture  it.  Of  course  the  craft 
tipped  far  over,  and  only  the  prompt 
interposition  of  my  arm,  which  I  threw 
quickly  about  her  waist,  saved  her  from 
going  overboard  after  the  net.  She  was 
very  pale,  and  clung  to  me  tightly  for  a 
second  ;  then  blushed  vividly  and  freed 
herself. 

"Oh,"  she  gasped,  sinking  down  on 
the  stern  seat,  "the  net's  gone." 

I  laughed.  The  tension  had  been  tol- 
erably severe  while  it  lasted,  but  now  I 
felt  strangely  light-hearted.  It  suddenly 
occurred  to  me  that  she  had  uncon- 
sciously called  me  "  Dick,"  in  her  ex- 
citement over  that  first  crab. 

"  We  can  soon  repair  that  damage  if 
you  are  all  right,"  I  said,  and  fished  the 
recreant  scoop  out  with  an  oar. 

"  Oh,  I  am  all  right,  only — only — it 
was  so  stupid  I  How  many  crabs  have 
we  ?" 

I  must  have  been  a  little  nervous 
when  I  commenced  to  count,  for  one  of 
the  big  fellows  got  my  finger  in  his 
claw.  If  any  one  thinks  there  is  any  fun 
in  being  nabbed  by  a  Sassafras  River 
crab,  let  him  try  the  experiment.  This 
one  drove  his  saw-like  nippers  to  the 
bone,  and  only  let  go  when  I  smashed 


Painted  for  Outing  by  Alex.  J.  Kummler. 

OH  I  IS  THAT  THE   WAY?  SHE  ASKED.       ip  346.') 


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the  claw  with  an  iron  row-lock.  I  did 
not  linger  over  the  process,  and  was 
binding-  a  handkerchief  about  my  hand 
when  Miss  Sedwick  realized  what  had 
happened. 

"  Why,  you  are  hurt,"  she  cried,  in  a 
voice  full  of  sympathy.  Then  her  tone 
changed  to  one  of  sarcasm,  with  a  sus- 
picion of  tears  in  it,  as  she  said  :  "  That 
crab  only  needed  to  take  one  bite  at  a 
finger,  didn't  he  ?  " 

I  forgot  all  about  the  pain  of  the 
wound. 

"  Look  here  ;  did  you  hear  what  Uncle 
Dick  said  as  you  came  down-stairs  the 
day  I  arrived  ?  " 

"  I'm  not  deaf,"  she  answered,  with  a 
sort  of  serene  defiance.  "  Even  the  baby 
knows  what  your  opinion  is  of  my 
mouth." 

"  But,  Miss  Flossie — that's  abomina- 
ble— if  you  would  only  hear  my  expla- 
nation  " 

*'  There's  no  need  to  explain  a  mere 
statement  of  what  everybody  knows." 

"But  you  called  it  my  opinion, and " 

"You  did  say  it,  didn't  you  ?" 

"  Yes  ;  but " 

"Well,  it's  true  enough — only — only 
— I  didn't  think  you  would  talk  that 
way  about  m —  any  girl." 

"Oh,  Lord,"  I  groaned. 

"  Of  course,"  she. went  on,  "  this  is  the 
*  Land  of  the  Free  ; '  every  man  has  a 
right  to  his  own  opinions. 

"  But,  I  tell  you,  it  is  not  my  opinion. 
Uncle  Dick  was  praising  you  to  the 
skies  that  day,  and  I  just  disagreed  with 
him  from  force  of  habit.  Why,  good 
heavens  !  They  say  a  girl  always  knows 
when  a  man^s  in  love  with  her,  and  if 
that's  so  you  ought  to  know  that  I  love 
you " 

"  You  love  me  ? "  she  repeated  in 
something  very  like  amazement.  The 
fact  appeared  to  be  abstractly  interest- 
ing to  her. 

"Of  course,"  I  went  on  in  self-con- 
temptuous bitterness,  "my  tongue  has 
spoiled  my  chance,  if  I  ever  had  any.  I 
guess  we  might  as  well  join  the  other 
boats  now." 

"  You  love  me,"  she  repeated,  re- 
motely. 

"Great goodness,"  I  exclaimed;  "don't 
say  it  any  more  that  way  ;  you'll  drive 
me  crazy.  What  is  there  so  strange 
about  it?  I  am  sorry  I've  bothered 
you." 

"Oh,  it's  no  bother,"  with  the  polite 


indifference  a  person  might  use  in  reply- 
ing to  thanks  for  mailing  a  letter  or 
something  of  that  sort.  "  Oh,  Dick,  '  she 
burst  out  suddenly,  her  eyes  filling  with 
tears,  "  I  love  you,  too." 

I  could  hardly  believe  my  ears,  but 
sprang  up  and  started  toward  her  in  a 
way  that  made  the  boat  rock  danger- 
ously. 

"Go  sit  down,  sir,"  she  commanded, 
blushing  beautifully.  "  They  are  watch- 
ing us  from  the  other  boats,"  and  she 
commenced  pulling  at  a  crab-line. 

For  a  moment  I  was  heathenish  enough 
to  wish  the  other  boats  at  the  bottom  of 
the  river.  I  got  the  net  ready,  for  there 
was  a  crab  on  the  line,  but,  instead  of 
attempting  to  dip  it  up,  I  deliberately 
plunged  the  hoop  into  the  water,  and,  as 
she  surprisedly  watched  his  hard-shell 
majesty  inake  off,  I  kissed  her. 

"  Oh,  you  wretch,"  she  exclaimed ; 
"  they  saw  us  ;  I  know  they  did." 

"I  can't  help  it  ;  it  wasn't  in  human 
nature  to  resist  the  opportunity." 

"  You  made  the  opportunity  yourself  ; 
you  know  you  did.  You  must  promise 
not  to  do  it  again,  or  I  won't  touch  an- 
other line." 

"  Yes  ;  I'll  promise — while  we  are  in 
the  boat." 

"That's  what  I  mean — I  mean — oh, 
pshaw  !  "  and  she  turned  confusedly  to 
the  line  again. 


That  evening  as  we  drove  home, 
"  Little  Dit "  sat  and  surveyed  me  a 
long  time  with  embarrassmg  interest. 
At  length  he  toddled  across  the  wagon 
and  asked,  with  a  voice  full  of  commis- 
eration : 

"  Did  she  mate  you  tiss  her  in  de  boat. 
Bid  Dit  ?  "  whereat  even  Aunt  Georgia 
became  convulsed,  and  the  Colonel  al- 
most fell  off  the  seat. 


Among  Uncle  Dick's  contributions  to 
the  wedding  presents  was  a  big  old- 
fashioned  ginger  cake,  and  upon  a  slip 
of  paper,  pasted  over  it,  were  these 
words  in  his  bold  handwriting : 

"  Two  bites  for  the  bride." 

I  laughed,  but  Flossie  looked  at  it 
solemnly  : 

"  All  the  same,  Dick,  I  wish  you 
hadn't  said  it.     I  can't  forget  it." 

And  she  never  has. 


^NETTES  FROM  TME  WHEEL 


OUIER  CAMERIBfiE 


BY    CHARLES    TURNER. 


F  all  the  pleasures  the  bicycle 
has  brought  in  its  wake  none 
is  more  precious  to  me  than 
the  opportunity  it  gives  to 
travel  to  the  shrines  of  my 
pilgrimage  by  the  route 
nature,  with  infinite  art,  has  laid  out 
as  her  own  entrance  gatewa5's,  and  to 
approach  the  cities,  clustering  round 
the  coigns  of  vantage  she  designed 
they  should  occupy,  by  her  joyous 
route. 

Railroads,  on  the  contrary,  by  the 
perversity  of  engineers  or  by  the  neces- 
sity of  commercial  values,  seem  mainly 
to  have  been  laid  out  to  defy  nature's 
handiwork  and  to  shatter  the  illusions 
of  prospect  and  perspective  which,  from 
golden  youth  upward,  have  gathered 
round  our  cherished  spots.  For  in- 
stance, for  years  we  surround,  in  our 
mind's  eye,  with  an  aureole  of  glory,  the 
Capitol  at  Washington,  that  marble 
dream  that  floats  in  azure  on  an  emer- 
ald sea,  only,  if  the  fates  compel  us  to 
approach  it  first  by  rail,  to  take  our  im- 
pression of  it  by  snatches  on  the  install- 
ment plan,  and  to  be  finally  landed  at 
its  feet  amidst  the  squalid  surroundings 


of  very  disenchanting  shanties.  It  takes 
us  days  to  set  up  again  the  ideal,  fortu- 
nately to  find  that  our  early  expecta- 
tions were  keyed  too  low  rather  than 
too  high. 

Or,  inspired  by  the  traditions  of 
Shakespeare,  we  watch  with  impatience 
for  the  white-robed  grandeur  of  the 
mass  of  the  cliffs  of  King  Lear,  only,  at 
the  tantalizing  moment,  to  be  plunged 
deep  into  the  bowels  of  the  earth  and 
kept  in  durance  vile  and  dark  for  appar- 
ently miles,  to  be  liberated  from  under 
its  mass  with  every  function  exercised 
in  freeing  the  bronchial  tubes  from  sul- 
phurous odors,  and  the  glamour  gone. 

Then  again — but  why  extend  the 
catalogue  of  woes,  since  the  bicycle  has 
happily  liberated  us  from  them. 

There  was  one  place  in  England, 
within  an  easy  day's  ride  from  London, 
in  approaching  which  we  had  deter- 
mined to  avoid  the  railroads  as  relig- 
iously as  we  would  that  which  runs 
from  Jaffa  to  Jerusalem  —  one  place 
about  which  there  should  be  no  disen- 
chantment. We  would  show  our  friends 
the  birthplace  of  the  American  Cam- 
bridge from  the  hills  of  Gog  and  Magog. 


"WHERE    THE    MEMURIES    OF   A   THOUSAND    CONTESTS    LINGER."      {p.   JS^  ) 


35° 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


EMMANUEL   (JOHN   HARVARD'S)   COLLEGE,    FROM  THE   POND. 


Nature  threw  this  last  spur  of  the 
great  chalk  formation,  that  begins  in 
the  Russian  Crimea  and  ends  on  this 
border  of  the  Fen  flats,  as  her  sign 
manual.  The  Druids  from  these  hills 
flashed  their  sacrificial  fires  through  all 
the  waiting  South.  The  Roman  centu- 
rion marked  it  for  his  eyrie,  planted  here 
his  outcamp,  "  Vandlebury,"  and  laid 
down  his  bee-line  road  thence  through 
to  his  stronghold,  Camboritum,  and  on- 
ward through  middle  England.  Britons 
and  Saxons,  Danes  and  Normans,  Barons 
and  "  Ironsides  "  wended  their  way  over 
this  highland  track  backward  and  for- 


ward from  the  seat  of  government  to 
this  keystone  of  the  land  of  liberty ; 
and  though,  on  nearer  approach,  it 
seems  slowly  to  resolve  itself  into  a 
silver  streak  winding  through  pastoral 
gates,  to  only  shelving  banks  of  vari- 
shaded  greens,  only  a  cluster  of  spires 
and  towers  scarce  seen  above  the  foli- 
age, yet  round  this  little  spot  gather 
the  most  precious  memories  of  the 
English-speaking  race,  and  from  it  have 
gone  forth  the  doughtiest  champions  of 
civil  and  religious  liberties. 

It  was   here    the   outraged    Boadicea 
gathered  those  fierce  Iceni,  whose  wild 


"  UP   THROUGH    THE    SWEETEST    SYLVAN    SCENES."      {p.   356.) 


VIGNETTES  FROM  THE    WHEEL. 


35  « 


onslaught  all  but  annihilated  the  mighty- 
legions  of  Rome.  In  the  near-by,  then 
desolate,  fens,  "  Hereward,  the  Wake, 
the  last  of  the  Saxons "  (immortalized 
by  Kingsley),  for  seven  years  held  in 
check  all  the  might,  and  more  than 
matched  the  military  craft,  of  William 
the  Conqueror  ;  and  here  was  founded, 
at  a  time  so  remote  that  the  memory 
and  records  of  man  run  not  to  the 
contrary,  that  famous  university  whose 
zealous  sons  have  carried  aloft  the  lamp 
of  science  through  all  historic  times, 
from  that  of  its  early  pupil.  King  Henry 
the  First,  surnamed  (as  our  old-time 
schoolbooks  tell  us)  Beauclerc,  for  his 
learning,  to  that  of  the  prince  of  modern 


in  June  should  find  us  speeding  from 
London,  through  the  rolling  downs  of 
Hertfordshire,  toward  its  shrines.  And 
what  more  fitting  place  for  a  jaded  so- 
journer could  be  found  than  the  low, 
straggling,  dormer-roofed,  ancient  hos- 
telry, "the  Castle  Inn"?  Its  cool, 
quaint-shaped  rooms,  its  pleasant  gar- 
den court,  its  huge  inn-yard,  its  spotless 
napery,  its  wholesome  fresh  food  and  its 
dapper  maids  mark  it,  by  contrast,  from 
those  modern  caravansaries  whose  huge 
proportions,  dull  uniformity,  indiffer- 
ence, and  gabbling  foreign  waiters,mark 
them  to  be  avoided.  And  here  we  bided 
in  that  ease,  comfort  and  moderation, 
cleanliness  and  quietude,  so  dear  to  the 


Photo  by  D.  J.  Scott. 


"DOWN   THROUGH   THE   FENS   BELOW   THE   TOWN."      {p- 356) 


investigators,  Charles  Darwin.  Here 
the  _  English  Reformation  found  its 
earliest  and  most  ardent  champions 
and  martyrs.  From  here,  for  con- 
science' sake,  went  forth  many  of  that 
band  of  Pilgrims  who  founded  New 
England,  taking  with  them  John  Har- 
vard, who  planted  there  that  newer 
Cambridge,  which  is,  even  now,  no 
mean  rival  to  its  more  ancient  parent ; 
and  here  Cromwell,  after  his  first  re- 
verses, gathered  together  and  trained 
those  God-fearing  "  Ironsides,"  who,  on 
many  a  bloody  field,  saved  the  liberties 
of  England  and  of  the  world. 

What  wonder,  then,  that  these  scenes 
should  call  us  to  fulfil  an  oft-anticipated 
pilgrimage,  and  that  a  sunny  morning 


overstrained  plodder  in  the  work- fields 
of  the  modern  Babylons. 

We  took  our  first  bird's-eye  view  from 
that  historic  mound,  the  last  spur  of  the 
northern  chalk-hills,  which  the  ancient 
Britons  had,  with  unerring  military  in- 
stinct, seized  upon  as  nature's  strong- 
hold. Below  us  ran  the  still  traceable 
oblong  square  ramparts  with  which  the 
all-conquering  Romans  had,  nigh  eight- 
een centuries  ago,  surrounded  the  Brit- 
ish mound,  and  upon  which  they  had 
erected  those  city  walls  whose  frag- 
mentary remnants  may  still  be  found  in 
the  adjacent  halls  of  justice,  and  one  of 
the  entrance  gates  of  which  is  still  pre- 
served in  the  Church  of  St.  Giles,  whose 
modern  enlargements  have  cut  into  the 


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hill  itself.  Over  on  the  other  side  of 
the  river,  broader  by  half  a  mile  of 
lagoon  in  early  times  than  now,  amidst 
the  earliest  off-shoot  of  the  Roman  col- 
ony, rises  the  tower  of  St.  Benedict, 
which  for  thirteen  centuries  past  has 
stood  four  -  square  to  the  winds  of 
heaven.  When  we  visit  that  we  shall 
find  the  other  entrance  gate  of  this 
ancient  Camboritum  still  doing  duty  for 
the  tower  arch,  and  the  Barnac  stone 
and  thick  and  thin  slabs  of  its  walls  and 
piers  will  unfailingly  attest  its  source. 
If  we  were  to  visit  Ely,  to  be  seen  away 
to  the  north  on  a  clear  day,  we  should 
find  the  great  bulk  of  this  old  wall,  for 
the  thrifty  monks  of  St.  Etheldred,  in 
the  seventh  century,  found  this  a  rich 
mine  of  ready-worked  material — dese- 
crating a  city  to  adorn  a  tomb. 

From  here,  too,  caii  be  seen  the  cor- 
responding British  camp  of  Vandlebury, 
on  the  southern  outcrop  of  the  sky- 
fringing  Gog-Magog  Hills,  within  whose 
ample  circuit  the  descendants  of  Ed- 
ward Osborne,  the  diligent  apprentice 
of  London-Bridge  fame,  whose  story, 
Harrrison  Ainsworth  has  so  pleasantly 
told,  have  builded  them  a  home.  Stretch- 
ing many  a  league  by  it,  straight  as  an 
arrow,  can  be  traced,  too,  the  Roman 
road  to  Colchester,  which,  continued  in 
the  opposite  direction  to  Huntingdon, 
forms  two  of  the  links  in  the  meshes  of 
that  net  with  which  the  wary  warriors 
took  care  to  cover  every  country  they 
conquered. 

On  the  mound  which  Briton  had  se- 
lected and  Roman  enclosed,  also  stood 
the  castle  which  William  the  Conqueror, 
in  his  turn,  built,  as  was  his  wont  to, 
out  of  the  Roman  materials,  and  in 
which  he  fretted  out  his  heart  whilst 
Hereward  defied  him  in  his  Naboth's 
vineyard  of  the  neighboring  fens,  the 
one  thorn  in  the  flesh  of  that  irascible 
and  otherwise  invincible  soldier,  who 
hammered  England  into  a  nation. 

And  yonder,  within  the  precincts, 
still  stand  the  escarpments  and  battery 
mounds,  which  a  greater  than  he,  Oliver 
Cromwell,  then  representing  Cambridge 
in  Parliament,  thrust  out  to  the  north 
and  west,  within  whose  covering  slopes 
were  drilled  into  discipline  the  fiery 
zealots  whose  religious  fervor  was  his 
military  salvation  and  his  country's. 

So,  satisfied  with  this  bird's-eye  view 
from  the  hill -top,  we  return  to  the  inn 
to  enjoy  its  culinary  triumphs  and  nut- 


brown  ale  amidst  the  company  always 
to  be  found  in  this  favorite  haunt -of 
neighbor  and  wayfarer  ;  whence  to  bed, 
free  from  those  doubts  which  will  at 
times  obtrude  themselves  on  the  trav- 
eler, for  the  pestilence  walketh  not  in 
darkness  in  this  home  of  cleanliness  and 
lynx-eyed  care. 

Early  morning  found  us  within  the 
shadow  of  that  venerable  relic,  nestled 
close  under  thfe  once  protecting  city 
walls,  "  The  School  of  Pythagoras  ;  " 
that  traditional  cradle  of  the  university 
in  which  Ingulphus  and  his  fellow 
monks  of  Croyland  first  taught,  and 
of  which  I  once  heard  the  late  Charles 
Kingsley  declare  :  "  If  I  were  a  rich 
man,  which  God  knows  I  am  not  [suiting 
the  action  to  the  word,  he  pulled  inside 
out  his  two  empty  trousers  pockets],  I 
would  buy  and  preserve  every  stone 
as  I  would  my  father's  grave."  Very  dif- 
ferent from  this  reverend  treatment  we 
found  it,  a  receptacle  of  unconsidered 
trifles ,  a  derelict  stable  and  a  granary. 
It  struck  us  as  a  curious  instance  of  the 
perversity  of  human  nature,  even  culti- 
vated human  nature,  that  while  thou- 
sands of  pounds  can  be  spared  to  gather 
from  the  ends  of  the  earth  antiquarian 
and  archaeological  specimens  of  doubt- 
ful authenticity,  neither  the  university 
to  which  this  belongs,  Oxford,  nor  that 
of  which  it  is  the  traditional  cradle,  Cam- 
bridge, can  spare  a  few  hundred  pounds 
to  rescue  it  from  profanation,  neglect, 
and  decay,  of  all  of  which  it  is  the 
present  witness. 

For  centuries,  however,  this  progres- 
sive university  has  had  no  respect  for 
aught  but  utility.  No  sooner  has  any 
portion  of  its  system  outgrown  use 
than  it  has,  with  remorseless  activity, 
been  absorbed  into  newer  forms.  Twice 
has  it  devoured  its  own  parent.  Scarce 
an  isolated  vestige  remains  of  the  scho- 
lastic monasteries  which  clustered  here 
in  abundance  in  the  twelfth  and  thir- 
teenth centuries.  The  homes  of  "  the 
Friars  of  the  Sack,"  the  "Carmelites," 
the  White  Friars,  the  Black  Friars  and 
the  Gray,  have  all  shared  the  common 
lot  of  extinction  and  conversion.  Al- 
most as  rare  are  the  recognizable  traces 
of  the  still  more  numerous  fourteenth 
and  fifteenth  century  hostels.  True,  the 
diligent  may  find  traces  of  them,  but, 
like  the  bones  in  the  stomach  of  the 
mighty  saurians  in  its  Museum,  incor- 
porated into  later  and  larger  structures. 


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353 


It  is  this  very  process,  indeed,  which 
gives  to  Cambridge  one  of  its  peculiar 
charms.  Itis,by  this  reason,  so  inexhaust- 
ible an  architectural  museum,  yielding 
a  harvest  of  every  age  and  style.  Who 
would  see  how  the  Romans  built  ?  He 
can  do  so  at  St.  Giles'  and  St.  Benedict's. 
Who  would  study  the  sturdy,  yet  grace- 
ful, Norman  ?  Let  him  hie  away  to  the 
Church  of  the  Holy  Sepulchre,  curiously 
enough  situate  in  "  the  Jewry  "  and  built 
by  the  Knights  of  St.  John  of  Jerusalem, 
and  he  will  see  a  sight  not  to  be  seen 
so  perfectly  elsewhere  in  England. 
Would  you  study  that  most  perfect  of 
all  styles,  the  early  English  ?  Then  wend 
your  way  to  the  Abbey  Church,  or  to 
the  Chapel  of  Jesus  College,  where  the 
lovely  remnants  of  the  Nunnery  of  St. 
Rhadagund  will  satisfy  the  most  exact- 
ing taste.  Would  you  see  the  master- 
piece of  the  later  Gothic  art  ?  Then  what 
more  marvelous  example  exists  than 
the  fairy  fantail-roofed  Chapel  of  the 
Kings.?  Or  does  your  artistic  ideal 
exist  in  Renaissance  ?  Then  from  the 
building  turn  to  its  organ  loft,  its  screen 
and  canopies,  and  you  will  find  the 
finest  work  of  the  Italian  artist  at  his 
best.  If  still  unsatisfied  pass  through 
into  Trinity,  whose  Hall  and  Fountain 
alike  display  its  rarest  examples  in  the 
English  form.  Should  your  artistic 
soul  hunger  after  the  classic,  then  there 
are  designs  of  Sir  Christopher  Wren, 
both  at  Pembroke  and  Emmanuel,  to 
say  nothing,  which  would  be  a  sin  of 
grave  omission,  of  that  masterpiece,  not 
to  be  equaled  in  the  modern  world, 
the  Fitzwilliam  Museum,  whose  grand 
proportions  and  elegant  details  were 
designed  by  Basevi,  the  brother  of 
Benj.  D'Israeli's  mother.  Or,  lastly,  if 
the  quaintness  of  the  Jacobite  period, 
before  it  ran  riot,  is  your  delight,  then 
the  Library  and  Long  Gallery  of  St. 
John's  are  of  themselves  an  era. 

Nor  does  the  architectural  taste  alone 
find  here  its  multitude  of  material.  The 
book-lover,  the  artist,  and  the  man  of 
scientific  inclinations  are  alike  sur- 
rounded with  a  feast.  The  libraries  of 
themselves  are  worth  all  the  time  we 
gave  to  the  whole  excursion,  both  for 
their  extent  and  the  variety  and  inter- 
est of  their  contents.  At  Trinity  Hall 
and  St.  John's  you  will  find  the  older 
books  still  chained,  so  as  to  be  capable 
of  being  moved  no  further  than  the 
window-sill,  as  in  the  days  when  they 


were  even  more  precious.  At  the 
University  Library  you  can  linger  long 
over  a  very  multitude  of  precious  MSS., 
very  gems  of  illumination,  going  back, 
step  by  step,  to  the  Beza  Bible  of  the 
sixth  century  ;  whilst  at  Trinity  is  the 
scarcely  less  rare  "  Wycliffe,"  the  pos- 
session of  which,  once  on  a  time,  would 
have  cost  its  custodians  their  heads  or 
long  familiarity  with  the  Lollard's 
Tower  at  Lambeth.  Corpus,  too,  has 
its  treasures,  the  rich  harvest  of  the 
dissolved  monasteries ;  whilst  Magda- 
len, not  to  be  forgotten,  delights  in  the 
library  of  quizzing,  babbling,  delight- 
ful Pepys,  who  left  it  the  love  letters 
of  King  Henry  the  Eighth  to  fair  Anne 
Boleyn,  signed  by  that  amorous  monarch 
"  with  the  hand  that  I  would  were 
yours,"  the  same  hand,  by  the  bye, 
that  presently  signed  her  death  war- 
rant: from  whence,  by  way  of  anti- 
climax, you  can,  in  the  Fitzwilliam 
Library,  see  the  book  written  by  the 
royal  lover  before  his  break  with  the 
Pope  over  the  same  Anne  Boleyn, which 
earned  for  the  redoubtable  Bluebeard 
and  his  successors  the  title  that  still 
adorns  the  English  florin,  "  Defender  of 
the  Faith." 

If  we  turn  from  these  dumb  records  of 
the  past  to  the  once  living  and  moving 
actors  on  this  stage,  and  that  of  England's 
history,  who  can  walk  beneath  its  ven- 
erable gates  they  daily  passed,  saunter 
amongst  its  courts  and  cloisters,  its  gar- 
dens and  groves,  or  gaze,  in  this  their 
lifetime's  home,  on  its  historic  portraits, 
without  feeling  that  this  indeed  is  sacred 
ground  ?  Here  is  the  walk,  beneath  the 
elms  by  the  sluggish  leaf -strewn  water 
between  King's  and  Queen's,  of  Eras- 
mus, whose  gibes  and  caustic  humor 
paved  the  way  to  the  Reformation. 
Across  in  Pembroke  Garden  is  preserved 
the  path  in  which  the  martyr,  Ridley, 
loved  to  stroll.  There,  in  yonder  Bridge 
street,  stood  the  "  Dolphin  Inn,"  to 
marry  whose  landlady's  niece,  grave 
Bishop  Cranmer  gave  up  his  fellowship , 
at  Christ's  College  as  freely  as  after- 
ward, for  his  faith,  he  gave  up  his  life. 
Over  in  St.  Catherine's,  Tyndale,  before 
he  flew  to  Germ^any  for  safety,  labored 
at  that  translation  of  the  Bible  into 
English  which,  he  proudly  boasted, 
would  "  enable  every  ploughboy  to  know 
more  of  the  Scriptures  than  the  Pope  ;" 
and  in  Trinity  was  nurtured  the  great 
Chancellor,    Sir  Francis   Bacon,    whose 


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merits,  as  the  Father  of  Inductive  Phi- 
losophy, will  be  remembered  centuries 
after  his  frailties  as  a  judge  and  a  man 
will  have  been  forgotten.  Newton,  too, 
here  worked  out  that  great  world's 
problem,  the  theory  of  gravitation  ;  and 
at  its  neighbor,  St.  John's,  rare  Ben 
Jonson,  Shakespeare's  friend,  oft  set 
the  table  in  a  roar,  I  doubt  not.  At 
Pembroke,  Spenser,  the  poet  laureate  of 
Queen  Elizabeth,  whose  "Faery  Queene" 
has  delighted  three  centuries  of  readers, 
wasfollowed, 
three  centu- 
ries later,  by 
Gray,  whose 
"  Elegy  Writ- 
ten in  aCoun- 
try  Church- 
yard," pre- 
served in  his 
own  hand- 
writing in  its 
library,  may 
well  hav  e 
been  com- 
posed in  the 
neighboring 
meadows, 
below  the 
ivy-  covered 
tower  of 
Grantchester 
Church.  In 
the  gardens 
of  Christ's 
College  you 
may  rest  in 
the  shade  of 
the  mulberry 
tree  which 
Milton  plant- 
ed, where  he 
wrote  much, 
and  may  be, 
even     then, 

meditated  the  great  epic  by  which 
all  ages  will  know  him.  It  was  whilst 
at  Trinity  that  Tennyson  first  lisped 
in  numbers,  and  there  Lord  Macau- 
lay,  walking  daily,  book  in  hand,  in 
the  southern  sunshine  of  the  chapel 
court,  laid  deep  the  foundations  of  that 
laborious  and  exact  learning  which 
makes  his  history  an  epoch  ;  and  there 
the  whole-souled,  genial  Thackeray,  in- 
nocent of  the  vexations  of  his  life  of 
authorship,  passed  the  happier  days  of 
his  undergraduate  career.  The  mem- 
ory swarms   with   an    endless   train  of 


TRINITY    FOUNTAIN. 


such  reminiscences,  which  a  moment's 
thought  on  the  varied  pages  of  Eng- 
land's history  evokes.  It  is  not  pos- 
sible, nor  is  it  needful,  to  attempt  to  ex- 
haust them. 

The  very  museums  recall  the  intel- 
lectual giants  of  the  age  :  Woodward 
and  Sedgwick,  Henslow  and  Slade,  Dar- 
win and  Balfour,  Stewart,  Whewell  and 
Adams,  with  many  and  many  another 
disciple  and  slave  of  learning  for  its 
own  sake,  have  created  these  precious 

heritages, 
and  inspired 
the  modern 
progress  of 
this  ancient 
and  vener- 
able institu- 
tion. 

But  the 
method  of 
it  ?  How  is  it 
done?  Well, 
that  is  too 
wide  a  ques- 
tion  to  be 
answered  in 
these  pages. 
Yet  there  is 
one  lesson 
especially  ap- 
propriate to 
Outing,  to  be 
learned  even 
in  the  streets, 
for  the  char- 
acteristic 
which  will 
most  strike 
the  modern 
sojourner 
in  this  mill 
of  the  mind 
is  the  exact 
division  of 
parts,  one  de- 
of   the   Intel- 


#■ 


its  day  into  two  equal 
voted  to  the  cultivation 
lect,  and  the  other  to  that  of  the  body, 
each  division  having  closely  and  ener- 
getically applied  to  it  every  necessary 
faculty.  Nowhere  else  in  the  world 
(except,  of  course,  at  its  sister  universi- 
ties in  England,  and  in  a  slightly  differ- 
ent sense  in  the  States)  is  there  so  near 
an  approach  to  the  Greek  ideal,  a  co- 
ordination of  intellect  and  physical  well- 
being.  No  other  bodies  of  men  have 
taken  so  spontaneously  into  their  method 
of    life,    or   so   practically   applied   the 


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355 


thumb-worn  phrase,  mens  sana  in  cor- 
pore  sano.  If  you  wander  forth  in  the 
morning  before  seven  o'  the  clock  you 
will  find  on  every  hand  "  scanty  bands 
of  white-robed  scholars  "  hurrying  here 


full  academicals,  is  scurrying  earnestly 
and  in  breathless  haste  into  the  lecture 
room,  the  museum  or  the  laboratory, 
where  from  eight  till  one  he  will 
struggle    and    grapple   with    questions 


BY    THE    GATE    OF   HONOR. 


and  yon  in  every  direction,  obedient 
to  the  tinkling  of  the  matin  bell  which 
calls  them  one  and  all  to  begin  the  day 
with  a  recognition  of  the  glory  of  God 
in  public  prayer.  This  is  scarcely  over 
ere  every  other  human  being,  clad  in 


that  have  long  vexed  the  world,  in 
theology,  or  in  classics,  in  mathematics^ 
in  science,  in  art,  in  literature,  as  if 
no  other  world  existed  or  ever  had. 
But  with  the  stroke  of  the  clock  at  that 
hour,  presto  !     The  world  is  changed  ! 


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AN   AFTERNOON   ON    THE  TRACK. 


Off  come  the  trappings  and  the  garb  of 
the  student,  and  on  go  all  the  colors  of 
the  rainbow,  and  away  by  street  and 
lane,  by  highway  and  byway,  in  throngs 
and  singly,  to  the  cricket  field,  the  track, 
the  tennis  court,  or  to  football,  or  the 
river ;  north  and  south  and  east  and 
west,  old  and  young  are  off,  with  all  the 
abandon  of  carnivalers.  In  the  twink- 
ling of  an  eye  you  are  transported  from 
the  cloister  of  the  anchorite  to  the  revels 
•of  the  Olympians,  and  all  the  world  is 
blithe  with  the  exuberance  of  physical 
pleasure  which  delights  to  live. 

And  think  not  you,  who  for  the  first 
time  see  this  earnest  application  and 
sudden  transformation,  that  you  are 
present  at  some  opportune  moment  ; 
you  are  witnessing  only  the  daily  inci- 
dent which  varies  not,  except  with  the 
games  possible  at  this  or  that  season, 
throughout  all  the  academic  year.  You 
are  wondering  at  a  strangeness  that 
never  once  crosses  the  minds  of  the 
actors.  To  them  it  is  natural  to  do 
this  upbuilding  of  the  body,  as  well  as 
the  mind,  without  any  more  thought 
than  that  when  night  comes  it  is  time  to 
sleep,  or  that  to  do  both  one  must  eat. 

But  there  are  outdoor  delights  that 
even  the  casual  visitor  of  the  day  ma}^ 
enjoy  in  this  classic  neighborhood. 

There  is  good  sport  with  the  angle, 
and  pleasant  paths  for  the  pedestrian, 
diverging  in  more  directions  than  the 
compass  has  points  ;  roads  for  the  cyclist 


enough   to  turn  him  green  with  envy, 
had  a  cyclist  room  in  his  heart  for  so 
vile  a  passion  when  on  such  roads  ;  and 
such  sylvan  pleasures  in  boating  !     Tell 
it  not  in  Gath ;   publish  it  not   in  As- 
kelon  !     Where  is  the  like  of  such  boat- 
ing ?     Up  through  the  sweetest  sylvan 
scenes  that  mortal  eye  e'er  feasted  on, 
above  the  town,  down  through  the  fens, 
over  courses  made  heroic  by  the  mem- 
ory of  a  thousand  aquatic  contests,  and, 
in  the  town,  at  your  very  street-doors, 
such  a  river  amid  such  surroundings  as 
far-famed  Venice  cannot  equal,  for  Ven- 
ice lacks  the  wealth  of  foliage  and  width 
of    margins   that  the  Grand   Canal   of 
Cambridge  has.     "Which  reminds  me  to 
tell   a   little    incident    anent  the   same 
canal  and- Venice.     One  morning  I  was 
passing,  or  rather  sauntering,  nay,  even 
lolling  with  my  elbows  on  the  parapet 
of  Clare  Bridge,  when  I  espied  an  artist 
in  the  niche  of  the  bridge  busy  with  all 
the  shades  of  a  brilliant  palette  on  the 
glorious  combination  of  form  and  color, 
sky,   water,    foliage    and    architectural 
wealth  spread   out  in  dazzling  perspec- 
tive before  him.      And  wherefor  do  you 
think  his  study  was  made  ?     Could  com- 
pliment go  further  ?     He   was  making 
sketches  for  the  proscenium    of  a  the- 
atre in  Venice. 

Perhaps,  if  I  were  to  single  out  the 
most  remarkable  of  the  other  character- 
istics which  enable  this  amply  dowered 
land   to   be  enjoyed   in  all  its    detail   I 


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should  say  its  network  of  paths,  thread- 
ing the  face  of  all  the  countryside,  as 
worthiest  of  notice.  Not  merely  side- 
walks by  the  roadway,  but  solid,  even, 
level  w^alks,  wherever  an  ancient  foot- 
track  or  bridle-path  has  been  created  by 
prescription  through  all  the  centuries  of 
user.  It  will  be  apparent  at  once  how 
unique  this  is,  and  by  what  quiet,  out- 
of-the-way  routes,  and  to  what  remote 
places,  these  trackways  lead.  If  shades 
know  aught  of  earthly  joys  or  ills  aris- 
ing from  deeds  done  in  the  flesh,  then 
should  the  spirit  of  good  Alderman 
Worts,  dead  these  two  centuries  past, 
out  of  whose  benefaction  these  paths 
are  yearly  maintained,  rejoice  in  the 
benisons  accorded  him  by  generations 
of  grateful  pilgrims. 

We  made  good  use  of  the  worthy  Alder- 
man's thoughtful  providence,  through 
fields  where  the  grain  stood  breast-high 
each  side  of  us,  and  by  hedge-rows 
brilliant  with  a  wealth  of  form  and  color 
only  possible  in  a  northern  climate 
tempered  by  the  Gulf  Stream.     By  the 


golden  thread  of  these  yellow-graveled 
routes  we  trailed,  without  a  feint  or 
fault,  to  the  ivy- towered  church  of  Grant- 
chester,  over  the  hills  to  Linton,  through 
the  leafy  lanes  to  Clayhithe,  and  thence 
to  Denny  Abbey  and  Charles  Spurgeon's 
first  charge,  Waterbeach,  and  through 
the  intricacies  of  crooked  Histon  ;  and 
literally,  by  the  simple  precept  of  fol- 
lowing one's  nose,  to  use  a  convenient 
colloquialism,  the  greatest  stranger  to 
the  land  may  be  sure  he  will,  as  the 
sailors  say,  fetch  up  in  his  proper  port. 
Blessed  be  the  shade  of  Alderman 
Worts  !  May  his  benefaction  never  grow 
less  ! 

We  left  these  peaceful  precincts,  with 
the  curfew  bell  still  lingering  in  our 
ears,  satiated  with  its  spirit,  and  with 
inexhaustible  reminiscences  to  lighten 
the  coming  year.  Many  friends  and  ac- 
quaintances' necessities  had  taken  them 
farther  afield,  but  go  where  they  would 
they  could  not  have  found  better  mental 
or  bodily  refreshment  than  we  did  in 
"  The  Older  Cambridge." 


A    BIT   OF   OLD    SILVER    STREET. 


CAHOmmQ    ©OWN 
THE 
AHDKOmCOQQmo 


BY  GEORGE  ELMER  BROWNE. 


OUR  ride  had  been  a  long,  but  de- 
lightful one,  and  now,  as  we 
alighted  on  the  broad,  weather- 
beaten  veranda  of  the  Umbagog 
House,  at  Errol,  about  sundown  on  a 
July  day,  we  realized  for  the  moment 
that  we  were  indeed  in  the  heart  of  the 
great  North  Woods,  and  at  once  began 
looking  up  a  teamster  to  convey  us  to 
the  headwaters  of  the  Androscoggin. 

The  next  morning  a  row  of  four  miles 
brought  us  to  the  source  of  the  river. 

Just  as  the  rays  of  the  sun  began  to 
sparkle  on  the  surface  of  the  water,  we 
shot  out  upon  the  placid  expanse  of  Um- 
bagog Lake. 

I  had  long  wished  for  an  outing  that 
would  furnish  me  with  abundant  mate- 
rial for  sketching.  And  how  could  I 
have  been  more  fortunate  than  to  meet 
a  man  who,  like  myself,  was  an  artist, 
and  a  veteran  camper-out  of  some  twenty 
years'  experience! 

When  I  had  proposed  a  summer  in 
the  Maine  woods,  he  had  consented  to 
accompany  me.  He  pooh-poohed  the 
thought  of  our  taking  a  canoe,  especially 
as  the  cruise  I  had  mapped  out  consisted 
in  a  trip  the  entire  length  of  the  rough- 
est and  wildest  river  in  all  New  England. 
"  No,  a  canoe  would  never  do,"  he  re- 
marked ;  "  the  wear  and  tear  on  so  frail 
a  craft  would  be  too  great."     But  he  had 


the  very  thing,  a  Swampscott  dory,  which 
would  make  the  very  best  of  boats  for 
rough  travel.  And,  besides,  he  had  had 
the  boat  so  altered  and  adapted  that,  if 
he  wished,  a  tent  could  be  raised  at  a 
moment's  notice  that  would  cover  the 
whole  deck.  By  so  doing,  the  interior 
could  be  converted  into  a  splendid  shel- 
ter, where,  at  night,  bunks  could  be  con- 
structed on  the  floor,  and  everything 
made  as  home-like  as  could  be  desired. 
Besides  this  novel  and  useful  equip- 
ment, we  also  carried  with  us  a  regula- 
tion letter  "  A  "  tent,  which  we  would 
use  whenever  our  stay  at  any  one  place 
was  to  be  prolonged.  This  tent  covered 
a  floor  space  of  about  lo  x  12  feet,  and 
had  a  drop-wall  of  about  2  feet  in  height. 
An  extra  protection  from  sun  and  rain 
was  furnished  by  the  use  of  a  large  fly, 
which  was  fastened  to  the  two  supports  or 
tent- poles,  and  was  pinioned  out  to  stakes 
down  (in  the  ground)  along  the  sides  of 
the  tent.  The  rest  of  our  outfit  con- 
sisted of  the  customary  number  of  arti- 
cles that  are  indispensable  ;  namely,  a 
good-sized  oil  stove  for  cooking,  pans 
and  dishes,  lantern,  groceries  and  pro- 
visions. Then  we  carried  in  a  number 
of  small  wooden  cases  that  could  be 
easily  handled  and  moved  around.  We 
each  carried  one  rubber  blanket,  so  made 
that  in  rainy  weather  it  could  be  fastened 


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around  the  shoulder  and  would  answer 
as  a  very  good  cape.  P2ach  also  had  a 
pair  of  army  blankets.  Our  coats,  rolled 
up,  answered  as  pillows.  With  these 
and  the  smooth  ground  for  a  mattress, 
we  could  pass  a  good  night's  sleep  in 
comfort. 

For  wearing  apparel  I  had  made  up 
for  me,  at  very  little  cost,  a  full  suit  of 
tanned  duck,  with  warm  leggings  of  the 
same  color.  The  coat  was  arranged  with 
large  pockets  on  the  inside  for  carrying 
sketching  materials  and  lunches,  while 
the  outside  resembled  the  ordinary 
sportsman's  coat.  A  blue  flannel  shirt, 
a  broad-brimmed  hat  and  rubber-soled 
shoes  completed  the  costume,  and  for 
service  and  comfort  no  better  rig  could 
be  conceived. 

The  morning  gave  every  promise  of  a 
pleasant  day,  and  as  we  dipped  our  oars 
and  shot  out  toward  the  deep  water,  the 
effect  of  the  early  gray  light  upon  the 
low,  slowly  rising  cloud  of  mist  that 
soon  surrounded  us,  was  beautiful ;  and 
as  the  heavens  became  more  brilliantly 
illuminated  the  opposite  shores  could  be 
plainly  seen. 

It  was  not  long  before  we  reached 
once  more  the  source  of  the  Andros- 
coggin, and  started  on  our  trip  down. 

The  river,  immediately  after  leaving 
the  lake,  widens  until  it  forms  a  good- 


sized  pond,  caused  by  the  outlet  of  the 
principal  tributary  to  the  Androscog- 
gin, the  Megalloway  River. 

Four  miles  further  on,  and  we  were 
back  at  the  Errol  Dam,  the  third  and 
largest  of  its  kind  in  the  Rangeley  Lake 
system.  Some  minutes  were  taken  in 
making  a  carry  at  this  place,  but  we 
were  at  last  ready  again  to  push  on 
to  Errol. 

While  standing  on  the  veranda  and 
talking  to  one  of  the  men  connected 
with  the  place,  our  attention  was  sud- 
denly called  to  a  strip  of  woodland  that 
bordered  a  great  field  nearly  opposite 
the  hotel.  There,  in  the  shade  of  the 
bushes,  we  could  plainly  see  three  wild 
deer,  which  had  but  just  emerged  from 
the  woods  and  stood  facing  us. 

By  eight  o'clock  we  were  again,  on  the 
river.  The  current,  so  far,  had  been 
rather  dead,  but  as  we  drew  away  from 
the  village  it  increased  in  swiftness 
until  we  were  going  along  at  a  very  fair 
rate.  Now  and  then  a  slight  "  rip " 
(rapids)  broke  the  smoothness  of  the 
water  as  we  pushed  on,  but  no  rapid 
worthy  of  any  notice  obstructed  our 
path  during  the  forenoon.  The  scenery 
all  along  was  picturesque.  The  shores 
on  either  side  were  fringed  with  tall 
trees  that  stretched  back  for  miles  from 
the  river.     At  one  place  the  river  was 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


divided  and  ran  on  either  side  of  a 
thickly-wooded  island,  the  trees  on  the 
right  side  hanging  over  so  that  their 
branches  interlocked  with  those  on  the 
Itft  bank  and  formed  a  veritable  arch 
of  foliage.  This  little  island  was  the 
first  of  the  Seven  Islands,  and  the 
beauty  increased  as  we  shot  in  and  out 
among  the  verdure-grown  islets. 

Selecting  a  spot  on  a  shelving  bit  of 
ground  that  sloped  away  from  the  river, 
we  ran  our  boat  ashore  and  pulled  it 
high  and  dry  upon  the  beach.  We  then 
placed  the  two  supports  for  the  boat 
tent  in  position,  together  with  the  ridge- 
pole, and  in  a  few  moments  had  the 
canvas  spread  and  fastened  tightly  to 
the  gunwale  of  the  boat  by  means  of  a 
series  of  reef  lines.  We  then  opened 
our  canvas  shutters,  and  everything  was 
ready.  We  found  the  bunks,  which  we 
constructed  on  the  floor  of  the  dory  by 
spreading  the  A  tent  and  fly  out  first  to 
answer  as  a  cushion  over  the  uneven 
surface  and  cleats,  to  make  remarkably 
good  beds,  and  much  better  than  our 
rubber  blankets  on  the  hard  floor  had 
been  the  night  before. 

All  that  day  we  had  to  work  our  pas- 
sage as  best  we  could  down  the  log- 
choked  river,  and  at  six  o'clock  we 
found  ourselves  within  sight  of  the 
steeple  and  house-tops  of  Berlin  Falls, 
having  covered  but  a  little  over  twelve 
miles  since  morning. 

We  ran  ashore  and  started  to  look  up 
a  teamster,  and  were  soon  placing  our 
tent  and  equipage  aboard  his  team  and 
making  ready  for  a  carry  through  the 
town  and  around  the  falls. 

It  was  growing  late  ere  we  arrived  at 
a  spot  about  two  miles  below  the  town, 
where  the  viev/  in  both  directions  of  the 
river  was  very  fine,  and  where  a  sandy 
beach  to  the  water's  edge  furnished  an 
admirable  opportunity  for  launching 
the  boat.  Here  we  staked  out  the  A 
tent  once  more. 

Directly  across  the  river  the  long 
slope  of  Mt.  Hazen,  a  well-known  peak 
of  the  Presidential  range,  stretched  far 
into  the  clouds,  while  the  vista  down- 
stream in  the  direction  of  Gorham  fur- 
nished us  with  a  fine  view  of  Mt.  Maria 
and  che  adjacent  mountains. 

Above  us,  and  within  a  few  rods  of 
our  camp,  the  roar  of  falling  waters  at- 
tracted our  attention  to  a  series  of  beaa- 
tiful  cataracts  known  as  Tinkers'  Rips. 
Here  the  river  v/as  clogged  and  ruffled 


with  numerous  great  boulders,  which 
poked  their  jagged  heads  above  the 
surface  in  all  directions  and  caused  the 
rapidly  moving  river  to  bound  and 
splash  over  them  in  a  shower  of  silver 
spray.  Above  these  enchanting  falls  a 
small,  primitive  bridge,  constructed  on 
the  suspension  principle,  swung  from 
shore  to  shore  and  formed  a  picturesque 
addition  to  the  surroundings. 

After  staying  at  this  camp  about  a 
week,  one  sunny  morning  we  reloaded 
our  boat  and  pushed  off. 

We  very  soon,  however,  found  our- 
selves caught  in  a  long  stretch  of  rapids, 
which,  to  our  inexperienced  eyes,  ap- 
peared most  dangerous  to  navigate. 
Indeed,  in  some  places  it  was  so  rough 
that,  in  order  to  save  our  boat  from  be- 
ing shattered  on  the  rocks,  I  was  obliged 
to  leap  into  the  water  in  my  clothes, 
and,  obtaining  as  firm  a  foothold  as  pos- 
sible, lower  the  boat  by  means  of  a  long 
rope  attached  to  the  "bow,  while  White, 
standing  in  the  stern,  managed  to  keep 
clear  of  the  rocks  by  the  aid  of  a  stout 
setting-pole.  In  this  way  we  made  slow 
progress,  and  at  dusk  had  only  traversed 
about  three  miles,  a  remarkably  short 
distance  in  such  swiftly  moving  water. 
However,  we  were  inexperienced  at  the 
business  of  shooting  rapids  at  this  time. 

It  was  beginning  to  sprinkle  as  we 
pulled  our  boat  ashore  that  evening, 
and  so,  rather  than  run  the  risk  of  get- 
ting our  traps  drenched  while  pitching 
the  shore  tent,  we  ran  the  boat  high  up 
on  the  beach,  and  soon  had  the  tent  over 
her,  lashed  securely  to  the  gunwale. 

Hardly  had  we  housed  ourselves  and 
hustled  all  our  baggage  under  cover 
than  the  rain  began  to  beat  upon  the 
canvas  in  a  perfect  fury.  But,  like  all 
showers  of  this  kind  in  the  mountains,, 
it  was  soon  over.  And,  to  give  an  ad- 
ditional charm  to  the  picture,  a  beauti- 
ful rainbow  gradually  formed. 

The  next  day,  after  a  slow  passage 
down  the  remainder  of  the  rips,  we 
reached  the  little  town  of  Gorham, 
nestled  at  the  very  base  of  Mt.  Maria. 

At  this  place  we  stayed  a  week,, 
sketching,  tramping,  or  fishing  in  the 
river  or  in  its  many  tributary  brooks. 
At  one  time  I  took  a  tramp  to  the  Tip- 
top House  on  Mt.  Washington  and  back, 
a  distance  of  thirty-two  miles  At  an- 
other time  I  visited  an  abandoned  lead 
mine  on  the  slope  of  Mt  Hazen,  and, 
entering  the  ruined  opening  to  the  shaft. 


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walked  for  a  great  distance  into  the 
mountain. 

On  the  Monday  following  our  arrival 
we  resumed  our  cruise.  Soon  we  had 
left  the  great  mountains  far  behind  us, 
and  were  gliding  through  the  broad, 
green  intervales  of  Shelborn.  As  we 
advanced,  the  scenery  became  grander. 

Gilead  was  our  next  stop,  which  we 
reached  about  dusk.  The  day  had  been 
■one  of  the  finest,  and  our  trip  from  Gor- 
ham  a  delightful  one.  Some  rough  and 
exciting  rapids  had  been  shot  in  safety, 
and  we  had  gained  much  practice  in 
_guiding  our  boat  through. 

The  next  day  brought  us  to  Bethel,  a 
beautiful  little  town  on  the  right  bank 
of  the  river.  Here  we  stopped  for  a 
couple  of  days,  sketching  and  rambling. 

Next  to  Bethel  came  Newry,  a  limited 
collection  of  primitive  dwellings  that 
surround  a  rustic  old  saw-mill.  We 
shot  some  rather  wild  rips  at  this  point, 
but,  finding  the  run  smooth  for  the  rest 
of  the  way,  enjoyed  a  pleasant  trip  as  far 
as  Hanover,  where  we  went  into  camp. 

The  next  morning  we  got  an  early 
start,  and,  passing  the  little  hamlets  of 
Rumford  Point,  North  Rumford,  Rum- 
ford  Centre  and  East  Rumford,  arrived 
about  two  o'clock  at  a  place  called  Vir- 
ginia Heights,  close  to  the  very  brink 
of  the  g-  eat  Rumford  Falls,  the  highest 
and  most  wonderful  fall  in  New  Eng- 
land. All  that  night,  as  we  lay  around 
our  camp-fire,  we  could  hear  the  roar  of 
falling  water. 

The  next  day  we  took  a  trip  into 
Rumford,  a  rough,  hastily-built  settle- 
ment on  a  great  island  below  the  fall, 
reached  from  the  mainland  by  a  long 
iron  bridge.  Here,  standing  on  the 
bridge,  we  had  a  fine  view  of  the  first 
^eat  fall,  which  comes  bounding  over 
the  edge  of  a  jagged  ledge  and  strikes 
with  a  great  clamor  on  the  rocks,  sheer 
a  hundred  feet  below.  Mingled  with 
this  uproar  came  the  sound  of  another 
cataract  below  us,  and  turning  and  look- 
ing down  river  we  could  see  the  brink 
of  the  second  great  fall,  known  as 
Knapp's  Falls,  but  a  short  distance  be- 
low the  bridge.  Stepping  from  the  isl- 
and end  of  the  bridge,  we  came  at  once 
into  the  business  portion  of  Rumford. 

Our  camp  was  situated  above  the  first 
^eat  fall,  and  here  we  learned  of  the 
Byron  Gold  Mines,  eighteen  miles  up 
country  along  the  Swift  River  Cafion. 

"  How    long    has     the     place     been 


known  ? "  asked  White  of  our  native 
visitor. 

"  Oh,  about  two  years,  I  guess,"  an- 
swered the  man.  "  A  fellow  by  the 
name  of  Norcross  discovered  gold  there. 
He  was  prospecting  along  the  Swift 
River,  when  he  was  suddenly  attracted 
by  a  few  shining  particles  near  the  edge 
of  the  river  bank.  Scooping  up  a  hand- 
ful of  dust  and  letting  the  water  wash 
through  his  fingers,  he  was  surprised  to 
find  quite  a  rich  sprinkling  of  gold-dust 
deposited  in  the  palm  of  his  hand.  Tell- 
ing nobody  of  his  discovery,  he  at  once 
put  off  to  get  a  pan  with  which  to  wash 
out  the  gravel,  and,  on  his  return,  set  to 
work  in  earnest.  At  the  close  of  the 
day  he  had  the  satisfaction  of  having 
gained  for  his  trouble  a  fine  showing  of 
dust  and  a  solid  gold  nugget. 

"  That  was  the  beginning.  Now  a 
number  of  miners  are  at  work  all  day 
along  the  canon.  Sluice-boxes  have 
been  put  in,  small  dams  constructed,  and 
for  miles  the  river  banks  and  hillsides 
have  been  torn  up  and  blasted  out." 

The  next  morning  I  left  White,  who 
was  not  feeling  very  well,  to  look  after 
the  camp,  and  started  off  to  the  new  El 
Dorado  up  the  Swift  River  Valley,  and, 
after  a  train  ride  of  eighteen  miles  over  a 
rough  road,  we  arrived  at  the  gold  fields. 

Having  been  directed  to  a  miner  by 
the  name  of  Jackson,  we  set  off  at  once 
in  quest  of  his  shant5^ 

At  the  point  our  guide  brought  us 
out,  the  edge  of  the  bank  near  the  river 
was  in  many  cases  blasted  or  dug  out  by 
Jackson,  or  other  prospectors.  A  sluice- 
box  had  been  placed  in  the  center  of  a 
rudely  constructed  dam,  and  we  were 
soon  wading  out  into  the  water  and 
making  a  careful  inspection  of  the  affair. 
The  old  miner,  lifting  up  a  portion 
of  the  sluice-box,  showed  us  the  floor, 
across  which  small  strips  of  wood  had 
been  nailed  to  act  as  catchers  for  what- 
ever particles  might  there  lodge  as  the 
water  rushed  through  the  box.  As  we 
looked,  Jackson  took  a  spoon  from  his 
coat  pocket,  and  presently  had  scooped 
up  a  small  settling  of  carbon,  mingling 
with  which  we  could  easily  see  the 
shining  particles  of  gold. 

This  was  enough.  Our  curiosity  was 
satisfied,  and  we  were  eager  to  try  our 
luck  at  prospecting. 

As  I  finished  washing  out  my  first 
pan  and  searclied  the  carbon  sediment 
at  the  bottom,  I  was  overjoyed  to  see  a 


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few  shining  specks  which  I  was  sure 
were  gold,  and  I  returned  satisfied. 

The  sky  was  thickly  overcast  with 
clouds  as  we  set  out  the  next  morning  ; 
and  at  almost  the  same  moment  that 
the  rain  came,  our  boat  grounded  on  a 
bar  and  there  stuck  fast,  while  White 
and  I,  hastily  grabbing  the  rubber 
blankets  and  spreading  them  over  the 
groceries  and  bedding  that  they  might 
not  get  wet,  and  having  no  time  to  look 
after  ourselves,  were  soon  drenched. 

In  a  short  while  the  shower  had  passed 
over,  and  we  had  got  out  of  the  boat 
and  were  making  exertions  to  shove  her 
off  the  bar.  At  last  we  succeeded  in 
getting  free,  and,  having  first  dragged 
her  into  deep  water,  had  soon  left  the 
shoal  far  behind  us. 

Our  camp  we  made  on  the  shore  of  a 
small  island,  and  we  there  pitched  the 


"A "  tent.  The  ground  was  especially 
unsuited  for  camping,  as  it  was  covered 
with  small  white  rocks  which  made 
staking  out  the  tent  a  bothersome  task. 
And,  to  add  still  more  discomfort  to 
our  already  tired-out  bodies,  the  uneven 
surface  of  our  ground  floor  made  a  most 
uncomfortable  bed  to  lie  upon. 

It  was  about  midnight,  I  should  judge, 
when  we  were  both  aroused  by  hearing  a 
great  crash  and  feeling  something  crowd 
suddenly  down  upon  us.  I  awoke  with 
a  start  and  shouted  to  White,  who,  like 
myself,  was  trying  to  tear  himself  loose 
from  the  weight  upon  him. 

"What  in  time  has  happened?"  he 
shouted  back. 

"The  tent's  blown  over,"  I  replied,  as 
I  emerged  from  the  wreck  and  crawled 
out  onto  the  ground. 

"Light  the  lantern,"  I  cried,  "while 


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363 


I  see  if  the  boat  is  secure,"  and  I  made 
off,  shivering  in  the  cold  wind,  toward 
the  water. 

On  reaching  the  edge  of  the  river  I 
found  that  the  boat  had  worked  off 
from  the  bank  and  was  slowly  dragging 
her  anchor  out  into  the.  water.  Hastily 
pulling  her  once  more  upon  the  shore, 
I  made  her  secure  and  hastened  back 
to  camp,  where  I  found  White  still  vain- 
ly searching 
for  the  lan- 
tern. 

"Never 
mind  that 
now,"  I  cried, 
"  but  give  a 
hand  here  to 
the  tent."  We 
soon  had  the 
thing  raised 
up.  The  can- 
vas at  once 
filled  with 
wind  and 
floated  out  in- 
to the  night 
like  a  great 
balloon,  and 
it  required 
our  utmost 
strength  to 
again  get  con- 
trol of  it  and 
fasten  out  the 
guy  lines.  All 
the  pegs  had 
disappeared, 
and  we  were 
obliged  to  tie 
the  ropes 
around  some 
large  rocks 
and  then 
around  some 
drift  logs. 

The  morn- 
ing found  us 
early  awake. 
The  wind  had 
somewhat  abated,  but  was  still  strong 
enough  to  make  us  long  to  break  camp, 
and  so,  at  about  eight  o'clock,  we  were 
again  on  the  river. 

About  noon  we  pulled  ashore  at  Dix- 
field.  A  light  lunch  and  a  stroll  along 
the  main  street  of  the  town  sufficed, 
and  we  were  again  on  our  way. 

We  had  now  traversed  a  trifle  over 
one-half  the  length  of  the  river,  which 


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had  hitherto  been  remarkably  free  from 
bad  rapids  and  the  water  quite  deep. 

The  first  intimation  of  what  lay  in 
store  for  us  further  on  was  in  a  small 
rapid  through  which  we  shot  just  be- 
fore going  into  camp  that  night.  The 
river  at  this  point  was  thickly  choked 
with  large  boulders,  and  as  we  ran  past 
these  obstructions,  often  grazing  as  we 
swept  by,  the  excitement  for  the  mo- 
rn e  n  t  was 
great. 

The  next 
day  we  en- 
countered a 
long  boom- 
chain  over 
which  we 
worked  some 
time  before 
we  could  ef- 
fect entrance 
through.  At 
six  o'clock  we 
camped  at  the 
head  of  what 
is  known  as 
Capen's  Rips. 
At  an  early 
hour  the  fol- 
lowing morn- 
ing we  were 
ready  to  make 
our  charge 
through  the 
dangerous 
place.  And, 
indeed,  it  was 
dangerous 
enough. 

We  entered 
the  rapids 
near  the 
right  bank 
and  swept 
through  diag- 
onally until 
we  had  reach- 
ed about  the 
center.  Here 
slight  fall  was  encountered,  and,  as 
dropped  over  and  struck  on  the 
opposite  side,  the  boat  struck  against  a 
snag,  and  there  was  held  fast,  while  the 
swift  current  rushed  around  us  in  a  per- 
fect fury.  Seeing  at  once  that  we  must 
work  quick  if  we  were  to  keep  from 
being  torn  to  pieces,  I  sprang  onto  a 
great  flat  rock,  and,  grasping  the  gun- 
wale, endeavored  to  lift  the  boat  off. 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


After  a  few  pulls  she  cleared,  and  at 
once  swept  round,  but  with  so  much 
violence  that  I  was  pulled  off  my  feet 
headlong  into  the  water.  However,  I 
managed  to  keep  a  firm  hold  of  the  un- 
wieldy craft,  and  as  she  dashed  between 
the  rocks  and  over  the  drop  I  was 
dragged  through  the  water. 

White,  in  the  meantime,  was  making 
frantic  endeavors  to  hold  back  the  boat, 
and  at  last  succeeded  in  holding  his 
oar  against  a  rock  and  turning  the  boat 
about,  so  that  for  the  moment  I  was 
given  an  opportunity  to  make  a  foothold. 
No  sooner  had  I  got  control  of  myself, 
however,  than  I  began  scrambling  in 
over  the  bow,  and  was  about  aboard 
when  the  boat  once  more  slewed  around 
and  headed  straight  for  a  rock,  with 
me  clinging  to  the  bow,  one  leg  over 
the  gunwale.  Had  it  not  been  for  White 
again  using  his  oar  at  the  proper  time 
in  the  right  way,  I  should  have  proba- 
bly been  dashed  against  the  boulder. 
But,  pushing  bravely  against  another 
rock,  he  managed  again  to  clear  the 
bow  from  colliding,  and  I  was  carried 
by  without  accident.  The  next  moment 
we  were  out  of  the  rapids  and  gliding 
through  calm  water. 

A  short  rest,  and  we  were  entering 
other  rapids  much  rougher  to  shoot. 
These  were  Peterson's  Rips,  and  it  was 
as  we  were  making  our  way  with  great 
speed  close  to  the  end  of  the  chain 
that  we  encountered  a  most  startling 
adventure.  As  in  the  previous  rapids, 
we  were  just  dropping  over  a  slight 
fall  when  the  current,  getting  full  pos- 
session of  the  boat,  lifted  it  wholly  out 
of  the  water  and  dashed  it  with  a  great 
thud  directly  on  top  of  a  large  pointed 
rock.  For  a  moment  we  thought  a  hole 
had  been  stove  in  the  bottom  of  the 
dory.  The  next  instant  we  were  spin- 
ning around  on  the  rock  like  a  top,  and 
then,  with  a  sudden  lurch,  we  slid  off 
into  deep  water,  and,  with  a  plunge,  we 
were  clear  from  the  rapids  and  pull- 
ing for  the  shore.  With  the  exception 
of  a  slight  bruise  on  the  bow,  we  had 
come  through  unharmed. 

At  the  close  of  that  day  we  made 
camp  at  Jay  Bridge,  where  we  remained 
until  Tuesday  morning,  when  we  were 
teamed  around  the  falls,  both  at  this 
place  and  at  Livermore  Falls,  a  town  a 
few  miles  further  down  the  river;  and 
on  the  following  morning  at  an  early 
hour  we  started  again  down-stream. 


All  that  day  the  ever-changing  scen- 
ery kept  us  busy  with  our  camera  and 
pencils,  and  the  swift  current  sent  us 
along  at  a  brisk  rate. 

It  was  about  dusk  when  we  hailed  a 
ferryman  who  was  crossing  the  river 
on  his  primitive  boat,  and  received  in- 
formation about  a  set  of  rapids  below, 
known  as  Huntoon  Rips;  and  shortly 
after  we  were  shooting  through  the 
place  and  enjoying  one  of  the  most  ex- 
citing sets  of  rapids  since  leaving  Rum- 
ford.  They  consisted  of  a  series  of  fine 
stretches  and  falls,  which  spread  out 
for  a  distance  of  half  a  mile.  As  we 
emerged  from  this  last  set  and  shot 
round  a  high  embankment,  we  came  in 
sight  of  a  little  hamlet  of  houses  nestled 
on  the  left  bank.  Here  we  met  another 
ferry-boat  crossing,  and  learning  that 
we  were  now  at  Strickland's  Ferry,  we 
decided  to  camp  for  the  night. 

The  following  day  we  had  scarcely 
lost  sight  of  the  ferry  when  we  were 
obliged  to  push  through  a  rough,  shal- 
low stretch  of  water.  However,  we  were 
soon  below  the  rip,  and  on  the  lookout 
for  surprises  farther  on. 

About  noon  we  came  in  sight  of  a 
long  covered  bridge  which  marked  the 
village  of  North  Turner,  and  it  was 
here  that  we  came  to  a  fall  of  some  six 
feet  and  a  tangle  of  wild  rapids.  How- 
ever, we  managed  to  get  through  with- 
out incident,  and,  after  making  a  sketch 
and  a  hasty  lunch,  we  pushed  on. 

The  next  rip  we  shot  was  about  dusk, 
and  it  proved  rather  a  dangerous  one,  the 
channel  making  turns  like  the  letter  S 
and  running  among  numerous  sharp 
boulders.  These  were  the  Ram  Island 
Rips,  noted  among  the  river  drivers  as 
a  bad  place. 

We  camped  near  a  settlement  bearing 
the  rural  name  of  Green  Corner,  and 
after  a  good  night's  sleep  were  fresh 
for  another  day  on  the  river.  As  we 
passed  the  mouth  of  a  small  tributary 
stream  at  Keene's  Mills  the  next  morn- 
ing, we  found  the  water  to  contain  many 
trout,  which  had  undoubtedly  come 
down  from  the  brooks  farther  inland. 

About  ten  o'clock  we  came  to  a  large 
island  where  the  river  plunged  over  a 
rough  bed  on  one  side  and  made  a  great 
drop  or  fall  on  the  other.  We  chose 
the  rough  side,  and  were  soon  dashing 
down  a  most  treacherous  rapid. 

For  some  distance  we  shot  straight 
ahead,   and  then,  without  warning,  we 


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were  slewed  around  at  a  sharp  bend  in 
the  channel,  and  the  next  moment  were 
driven  hard  onto  a  great  rock  and  near- 
ly capsized.  There  we  hung  for  a  mo- 
ment, and  then  we  were  swept  off  and 
once  more  were  dashing  onward.  An- 
other turn,  and  we  were  out  of  the 
Ledge  Island  Rips  without  damage. 

The  rest  of  that  day  we  spent 
in  sketching  and  fishing.  We  passed 
through  a  most  beautiful  section  of  the 
country,  and  found  a  slow  cruise  on  the 
calm  river  a  delightful  one. 

It  was  late  in  the  day  when  we  came 
to  Clark  Rapids,  where  we  were  forced 
to  lower  the  boat  over  a  great  fall  at  the 
beginning.  Before  doing  this,  however, 
we  ran  the  boat  inshore,  and,  making 
it  secure  to  a  tree,  pushed  our  way  out 
over  the  rocks  and  ledges  imtil  we 
stood  on  a  great  shelving  piece  directly 
in  the  center  of  the  river  and  on  the 
brink  of  the  fall. 

Here  we  had  a  good  chance  to  study 
the  nature  of  the  channel,  and  to  ascer- 
tain the  chance  we  would  stand  in  case 
we  decided  to  shoot  the  fall.  We  went 
ashore  again,  and,  throwing  a  big  log 
into  the  river,  watched  its  progress  over 
the  fall  and  down  the  rapid. 

This  was  enough  to  satisfy  us  that  we 
had  better  not  venture  with  the  boat 
in  such  a  place;  and  so,  standing  with 
his  feet  firmly  braced  against  a  rock. 
White  carefully  lowered  the  boat  over 
the  fall  by  means  of  the  long  painter, 
while  I,  having  made  my  way  onto  the 
rocks,  about  a  quarter  of  a  mile  below, 
stood  ready  to  catch  the  boat  as  soon  as 
he  had  cast  her  free.  As  luck  would 
have  it,  she  came  through  all  right. 

But  we  were  by  no  means  free  from 
Clark  Rapids,  as  we  found  on  starting 
out  the  next  day.  For  fully  ten  miles 
the  river  was  a  steady  chain  of  rips,  and 
to  add  to  the  trouble  of  navigation  the 
wind  was  blowing  hard  in  our  faces, 
making  our  treacherous  path  through 
the  water  all  the  more  dangerous. 

At  last  we  were  once  more  in  deep 
water,  and  hurrying  on  to  Lewiston. 

We  camped  at  the  foot  of  a  great 
bluff  directly  at  the  head  of  a  wild 
rapid,  and  about  midnight  we  were 
awakened  by  hearing  something  come 
crashing  against  the  side  of  the  boat  in 
which  we  were  camped.  Scarcely  had 
we  got  our  eyes  well  opened  when  an- 
other thump  came,  this  time  on  the 
ridgepole  of  the  tent.     Scrambling  out, 


I  found  the  moon  high  in  the  heavens, 
and  everything  clearly  visible.  Glanc- 
ing quickly  in  the  direction  of  the  cliff, 
I  thought  I  could  see  some  figures  dimly 
outlined  on  the  top.  Whispering  to 
White  to  come  out,  I  reached  into  the 
tent  and  got  my  revolver  ;  and  when 
White  was  beside  me  we  hid  in  the 
shadow  of  a  bush  and  waited.  Pres- 
ently a  large  rock  struck  the  ground  in 
front  of  us,  and  then  another  went 
bang  !  against  the  boat.  The  next  mo- 
ment I  shouted  to  the  hoodlums  on  the 
cliff  and  asked  them  what  they  were 
trying  to  do.  They  replied  by  raining 
down  more  missiles,  and  so  I  at  once  took 
aim  well  over  their  heads  and  blazed 
away.  This  seemed  to  satisfy  them 
that  we  would  not  stand  any  more  fun 
of  the  kind  they  wished  to  furnish,  so 
they  disappeared. 

Next  morning  the  air  was  quite  chilly 
and  we  hovered  over  the  camp-fire  for 
some  time  before  starting  out.  At  last 
a  good  breakfast  put  41s  in  the  right 
spirits  and  we  were  ready  for  Crooked 
Rips,  which  place  we  shot  in  short  order, 
making  one  of  the  quickest  passages 
through  any  rapid  on  the  river. 

Shortly  after,  we  came  in  sight  of  a 
tent  pitched  on  the  right-hand  bank, 
and  a  little  further  on  we  saw  two  boys. 
They  told  us  that  they  were  on  their  way 
to  Lewiston,  and  they  would  like  to 
have  us  go  back  with  them  to  their 
camp  and  they  would  push  off  and  go 
along  with  us.  We  readily  agreed,  and 
were  soon  paddling  back  to  where  we 
had  seen  the  tent.  We  were  soon  head- 
ing down  river  with  our  young  friends. 

Their  canoe  was  some  distance  in  our 
wake,  and  as  the  boys  shouted  to  us  to 
look  out  for  the  rapids  we  looked  ahead, 
and  there,  directly  in  front  of  us,  was  a 
fall  of  about  five  feet.  Before  we  had 
time  to  consider  what  to  do  we  were  al- 
most on  the  brink,  and  White  heading 
straight  for  the  center  of  the  fall.  We 
shot  out  into  the  air  and  struck  with  a 
resounding  shock  on  the  other  side,  and 
with  such  force  that  a  great  wave  came 
pouring  over  the  bow,  drenching  me 
through  and  through.  The  boat  at  once 
shot  ahead,  and  for  a  few  moments  we 
were  busy  dodging  the  boulders  that  in 
all  directions  protruded  from  the  water. 

This  was  too  much  for  the  boys,  as 
they  had  watched  us  with  much  mis- 
giving, and  they  decided  that  the  best 
thing  to  do  was  to  make  a  carry. 


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It  was  not  many  minutes  before  they 
overtook  us,  and  we  were  off  once  more 
in  the  direction  of  Lewiston. 

At  noon  we  had  some  fine  sport  fish- 
ing for  black  bass,  and  that  night,  after 
first  lowering  the  boat  through  a  place 
called  the  Gulf,  where  the  river  rushed 
in  a  perfect  tumult  through  a  deep 
canon,  we  went  into  camp. 

We  were  now  within  sight  of  Lewis- 
ton  and  at  the  head  of  Deer  Rapids, 
probably  the  wildest  place  on  the  river. 

The  following  day  we  secured  the 
services  of  a  teamster,  and,  loading  the 
two  boats  into  his  truck,  made  a  long 


carry  around  the  rapids  and  the  Greater 
Lewiston  Falls. 

Hastily  launching  our  boat,  we  bade 
farewell  to  the  boys,  and,  heading  for 
the  middle  of  the  stream,  started. 

During  the  next  few  days  we  enjoyed 
a  pleasant  trip  as  far  as  Lisbon  Falls. 
We  camped  near  the  little  village  of 
Derham  the  second  night  out  from 
Lewiston,  and  the  following  day  as  we 
neared  Lisbon  were  forced  to  break 
through  a  boom-chain  before  we  could 
get  down  to  the  town.  Then  we  were 
obliged  to  make  another  carry  around 
the  dam,  and  about  four  o'clock  we 
started  off  in  the  direction  of  Brunswick. 

It  must  have  been  near  seven  o'clock 
that  evening  when  we  came  suddenly 
in  sight  of  a  large  pulp  mill  that  loomed 


up  directly  ahead  of  us  on  the  left  shore. 
I  remember  that  the  wind,  which  had 
increased  to  a  gale  since  we  pulled  out 
from  Lisbon,  was  rapidly  driving  us 
down  toward  this  mill,  and  that  it  was 
fast  becoming  dark. 

Suddenly  we  were  hailed  by  some 
men,  and  the  next  moment  we  looked 
ahead,  and  there,  not  more  than  fifty 
feet  away,  the  whole  river  seemed  to 
plunge  off  into  space. 

"  A  fall !  "  shouted  White  from  his 
place  in  the  stern  of  the  boat,  and  in- 
stantly I  heard  him  shove  an  oar  over 
the  side  and  felt  the  boat  swinging 
round  against  the  current. 

Quickly  grasping  an  oar,  I  braced 
my  feet,  and  as  soon  as  the  boat  was 
headed  for  the  shore  in  an  angular  di- 
rection away  from  the  fall,  I  began 
pulling  with  all  my  might. 

Much  as  we  labored,  I  could  see  that 
we  were  making  little  headway  against 
the  wind  and  current,  but  it  was  our 
only  chance  of  safety,  and  so  we  kept 
at  the  work.  At  last,  with  a  joyous 
shout,  we  grated,  and  with  a  bound  I 
cleared  the  side  of  the  boat,  and,  striking 
the  bank,  with  the  painter  grasped  firm- 
ly in  my  hand,  I  pulled  myself  ashore 
and  made  fast  the  boat. 

We  reached  Brunswick  the  next  morn- 
ing, after  an  uneventful  cruise  of  about 
four  miles.  Here  we  made  another 
carry  around  the  dams  and  falls,  and 
went  into  camp  on  a  small  sand-spit 
below  the  town. 

The  next  day  we  pushed  away  from 
this,  the  last  settlement  of  any  kind  on 
the  great  Androscoggin,  and  set  out  for 
Bath.  The  morning  was  a  most  de- 
lightful one.  A  refreshing  breeze  was 
rapidly  clearing  the  valley  of  the  mist 
as  we  headed  down-stream. 

The  nature  of  the  country  through 
which  we  now  made  our  way  was  low 
and  flat ;  and,  strange  to  say,  as  we  ap- 
proached the  mouth  of  the  river  the 
stream  became  very  narrow,  at  one 
place  not  wider  than  thirty  feet. 

After  possibly  three  hours'  sail  we 
came  in  sight  of  a  long  wooden  bridge, 
which  we  presently  reached  ;  and  as  we 
passed  between  its  supports  and  emerged 
on  the  other  side,  we  knew,  from  the 
grand  expanse  of  water  that  now  con- 
fronted us,  that  our  paddles  had  for  the 
last  time  dipped  in  the  waters  of  the 
good  old  Androscoggin,  and  we  were 
drifting  on  Merrymeetin  Bay. 


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Our  course  now  took  us  among  a  long 
stretch  of  marsh  and  islands  which,  as 
we  later  learned,  were  visible  only  at 
low  water.  The  bay  now  widened  out 
on  all  sides,  and  the  distant  shore  to 
the  south  was  but  barely  visible.  We 
pushed  on,  rounded  a  great  cape,  and 
came  in  full  view  of  the  mouth  of  the 
Kennebec. 

We  camped  that  night  on  the  shore  of 
a  little  island,  where  the  fragrant  smell  of 
pine  needles  and  the  spreading  boughs 
of  the  trees  made  the  spot  an  ideal  one. 

Early  the  following  morning,  which 
was  Sunday,  after  a  sail  of  five  miles  we 


pulled  ashore  opposite  the  famous  ship- 
building town  of  Bath,  and  went  into 
camp. 

The  next  afternoon  we  stepped 
aboard  the  Boston-bound  steamer,  our 
dory  and  traps  carefully  stored  below 
decks,  and  headed  out  to  sea.  Seven 
weeks  had  flitted  by  since  we  left  the 
forests  of  Umbagog  ;  magnificent  sce- 
nery had  filled  the  leaves  of  our  sketch- 
books, and  we  had  gained  much  in 
strength  and  health,  and  had  cruised  the 
entire  length  of  the  roughest  and  wild- 
est of  all  New  England  rivers — the 
Androscoggin. 


FERRYING  OVER  THE  TRINITY  RIVER."      {p.  J/O.) 


^TTICOATS    ©N    THe    OeeR    TRAlLc 


BY     MRS.     S.    W.     BELCHER. 


66 


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'ELL,  hunters  don't  like  to  be 
bothered  with  women  folks. 
They  can't  hunt  and  they 
can't  climb,    and,    worst  of 
all,  they  can't  stay  in  camp  alone." 

The  Married  Man  was  speaking.  He 
was  telling  the  plain,  unvarnished  truth 
to  his  wife,  and  she,  like  most  women, 
objected  to  receiving  it  meekly,  and  en- 
tered a  protest. 

"  I  can  climb,  and  if  you  will  teach 
me  to  shoot,  there  will  be  no  need  for 
staying  in  camp  alone,  for  I  can  hunt, 
too." 

"  Let  your  wife  come  along,"  spoke 
up  the  Old  Hunter.     "  I'll    larn    her   to 


shoot.  I'll  bet  yer  bottom  dollar  she 
gits  as  much  game  as  any  of  ye." 

And  so  it  came  to  pass  that  I  was  per- 
mitted to  join  a  hunting  party  to  Trin- 
ity Summit,  the  very  home  of  deer, 
bear  and  all  the  "  varmints  "  of  a  West- 
ern wilderness,  and  gain  an  insight  into 
that  masculine  pastime  which  serves  as 
background  for  countless  thrilling  nar- 
ratives. 

Our  starting  place  was  Hoopa  Valley, 
an  Indian  reservation  in  the  northern 
part  of  California  and  two  days'  journey 
from  the  seacoast.  Trinity  Summit, 
our  destination,  was  sixteen  miles  far- 
ther inland,  and  every  inch  of  the  way 


Painted  for  Outing  by  James  L.  "Weston. 

"  THE  OLD   HUNTER'S  LESSON."    (/.  j;/.) 


37° 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


was  up — up — up,    over   the   narrowest, 
steepest,  brushiest  trail  imaginable. 

The  morning-  for  our  departure  was 
clear  and  bright.  We  were  to  be  a  party 
of  six  :  the  Old  Hunter,  two  Students, 
a  Camera  Fiend,  the  Married  Man  and 
the  Lone  Woman.  There  were  to  be 
four  riding  animals  and  two  pack-mules. 
The  Students  were  on  a  tramping  expe- 
dition from  San  Francisco,  and  preferred 
using  their  own  legs,  as  heretofore,  for 
the  hunting  trip.  Our  cooking  utensils, 
provisions,  and  incidentals  of  a  camp 
kitchen,  were  packed  on  one  mule  ;  the 
small  tent  and  the  bedding  were  packed 
on  the  other.  Each  person  carried  in 
his  cantinas  (a  leathern  bag  to  hang 
across  the  pommel)  the  change  of  linen 
and  such  scant  toilet  articles  as  are  al- 
lowed in  a  man's  hunting-camp. 

At  nine  o'clock  our  little  cavalcade 
left  the  mountain  inn  and  started  toward 
the  Xrinity  River,  a  mile  away,  to  be 
ferried  over,  and  then  begin  the  real 
climb  to  Trinity  Summit.  The  Old 
Hunter  rode  well  in  advance,  carrying 
a  jangling  cow-bell,  whose  discordant 
sounds  served  to  make  our  mules  attend 
to  business  ;  for  a  pack-mule  considers 
it  none  of  his  business  to  move  forward 
without  a  "bell-horse"  in  front  to  set 
the  pace. 

At  the  river,  half  of  the  party  was 
ferried  across  at  a  time,  in  the  old-fash- 
ioned cable  ferry-boat,  and  soon  we  were 
all  stringing  along  up  the  mountain- 
side, trusting  ourselves  entirely  to  the 
sure-footed  beasts,  who  knew  better  than 
their  riders  where  it  was  necessary  to 
be  cautious.  Down  below  us  was  the 
rushing  Trinity,  and  across,  above  and-' 
beyond  us  primeval  forests  of  black  oak 
and  madrono,  whose  beauty  and  wild- 
ness  had  not  yet  been  marred  by  the 
depredations  of  man. 

At  first,  full  of  enthusiasm  in  our 
hunt,  we  were  on  the  sharp  lookout  for 
deer,  but  after  an  hour's  climb  our  ach- 
ing muscles  and  uncomfortable  position 
claimed  all  our  attention,  and  we  simply 
clung  to  the  saddles  while  our  horses 
laboriously  carried  us  onward  and  up- 
ward. By  noon  we  had  gone  eight' 
miles  up.  The  madrono  and  oak  had 
been  left  behind,  and  giant  pines  and 
spruce  had  taken  their  places.  We 
made  a  brief  halt  for  luncheon,  and  then, 
repacking  our  animals,  took  up  the  trail, 
which  rapidly  grew  both  narrower  and 
more  obscure. 


We  had  seen  fresh  deer- tracks,  but 
we  had  not  thought  of  hunting,  as  our 
horses  were  already  well  loaded,  and 
the  killing  of  a  deer  would  mean  an  ex- 
tra pack.  The  Students,  in  fine  training 
and  spirits,  easily  kept  well  in  advance 
of  the  bell-horse.  We  were  within  two 
miles  of  the  summit  when  we  were 
startled  by  a  rifle-shot,  and  in  a  few 
minutes  came  upon  the  younger  Student 
seated  by  the  roadside  and  at  his  feet  a 
beautifvil  spiked  buck.  The  boy's  face 
was  a  study.  He  tried  hard  to  look  un- 
concerned, but  it  was  impossible  for  his 
beardless  face  to  mask  the  pride  and 
delight  he  took  in  his  first  deer.  We 
had  not  the  heart  to  frown  on  his  suc- 
cess, though  it  meant  that  one  of  the 
men  would  have  to  take  to  the  trail  and 
give  up  his  horse  to  the  dead  buck. 

The  Married  Man,  who  had  not  yet 
killed  a  deer,  was  the  victim;  but  I  think 
he  had  a  sneaking  admiration  for  the 
boy,  and  therefore  cheerfully  offered  to 
help  him  into  camp  with  his  trophy. 
The  Old  Hunter,  respecting  the  tradi- 
tions, called  out  : 

"See  here,  boy,  tain't  no  good  luck  if  ye 
don't  git  some  of  the  blood  of  the  first 
deer  on  ye.  Here,  take  yer  knife;  cut 
its  throat,  so,  and  then  FU  larn  ye  how 

to  draw "  But  I  turned  my  head  away 

and  urged  my  horse  up  the  trail.  I 
suffered  my  first  pangs  in  deer-hunt- 
ing then,  and  I  vowed  I  should  never 
be  lucky  if  it  meant  such  a  pre- 
vious, sanguinary  experience.  The  buck 
was  such  a  pretty,  graceful,  dainty  crea- 
ture.    Faugh ! 

,  We  all  took  turns  walking  after  that, 
and  at  tlie  last  stiff  climb  the  pedes- 
trians clung  to  the  horses'  tails  and  the 
weary  beasts  dragged  us  to  the  top. 
We  had  come  up  the  green  western 
slope,  and  standing  on  the  storm-swept 
summit  were  surprised  to  find  perpetual 
snow  at  our  feet  on  the  eastern  decliv- 
ities. We  could  look  on  an  air-line 
eighty  miles  away,  and  see  the  great 
white  dome  of  Shasta  resting  like  a 
mighty  cloud  on  the  distant  mountain- 
tops.  It  was  a  panorama  of  grandeur 
and  beauty  well  worth  the  climb  of  six- 
teen miles  to  this  altitude  of  almost 
eight  thousand  feet. 

Great  herds  of  cattle  roamed  over  the 
summit  of  Trinity,  and  as  they  sighted 
us  in  the  distance  the  steers  began  to 
challenge  for  salt.  The  loud  clarion 
notes  ringing  and  echoing  through  the 


PETTICOATS   ON   THE  DEER    TRAIL. 


371 


mighty  cafions  and  gorges  of  that  wild 
bleak  summit  were  thrilling  sounds  and 
made  me  anxious  to  get  to  some  more 
protected  spot.  I  did  not  fancy  the 
whole  enormous  herd  of  cattle  mistak- 
ing us  for  their  herders  and  charging 
down  upon  us.  These  unsalted  cattle 
become  almost  crazed  for  this  article  of 
diet,  which  is  as  necessary  to  the  brute 
as  to  the  human  family. 

By  nightfall  the  men  had  pitched  my 
tent  and  started  the  camp-fire.  We 
went  to  bed  almost  immediately  after 
supper,  the  men  to  undisturbed  slum- 
bers on  the  hard  ground,  and  the  woman 
to  her  little  tent  to  dream  of  beautiful 
dead  bucks  and  heartless  hunters. 

Next  morning,  after  breakfast,  the 
Old  Hunter  set  up  a  mark,  gave  me  a 
gun  and  told  me  to  shoot.  As  luck  and 
a  fine  patent  sight  would  have  it  I  made 
a  fairly  good  shot,  and  the  Old  Hunter, 
not  expecting  any  such  thing,  was  much 
surprised,  and  forthwith  became  my 
fast  friend. 

We  spent  the  day  in  camp,  resting 
tired  muscles,  cleaning  guns,  and  cut- 
ting pine  boughs  for  beds.  Our  horses 
had  been  turned  loose  to  graze.  Some 
saddle  blankets  were  taken  back  to  the 
trail  and  tied  across  it,  forming  a  flimsy 
barrier  which,  strange  to  say,  will  keep 
so  intelligent  an  animal  as  the  horse 
is,  safe  within  the  grazing  ground. 
"  Blanketing  "  a  trail,  therefore,  saves 
the  Western  camper  a    deal  of  trouble. 

In  the  evening,  just  as  the  sun  dipped 
behind  the  mountains,  the  Old  Hunter 
and  the  Lone  Woman  started  away  from 
camp  for  the  first  serious  hunting.  A 
few  minutes'  stiff  walking  brought  us  to 
a  small  plateau  densely  covered  with 
underbrush.  The  Old  Hunter,  with  the 
tread  of  a  cat,  deftly  pushed  his  way 
through  the  brittle  twigs.  I  tried  to 
follow  softly,  but  do  what  I  would  the 
twigs  snapped  under  my  untrained  feet 
or  .slipped  from  my  fingers  with  a 
penetrating  swish.  My  well-prized  sick- 
room tread  cut  no  figure  in  comparison 
with  the  noiseless  steps  of  this  heavy 
old  man,  who  seemed  to  know  intuitively 
which  twig  was  treacherous  and  which 
would  bear  his  weight. 

After  an  hour's  fruitless  stalking, with- 
out a  sign  of  deer  where  deer  were  said 
to  be  plentiful,  we  sat  down  on  a  fallen 
tree  and  gazed  at  the  purple  distances 
across  the  canon. 

"  It   ain't   no   use   countin'    on  deer," 


grumbled  the  Old  Hunter.  "  Their 
horns  are  in  the  velvet  now — soft  and 
tender  like — an'  them  old  bucks  when 
they  hear  the  first  crackle  o'  brush,  lay 
their  antlers  back  on  their  necks  and 
jest  sneak  out  of  the  kintry.  Then 
agin  they  might  a'  got  wind  of  us.  May 
as  well  give  up  the  hunt  if  ye  ain't  on  the 
windward  side  of  a  deer.  Them  critters 
kin  smell  ye  as  soon  as  ye  come  into  the 
kintry.  They  don't  trust  anything  to 
their  eyes,  but  they  stake  their  whole 
pile  on  their  noses.  Why,  I've  seen  the 
time  when  I've  been  on  the  windward 
side  of  a  deer  an'  run  on  'm  fifty  yards 
away,  an'  tried  to  shoot  'm  with  a  rifle 
sighted  at  five  hundred  yards.  The 
blamed  critter  would  just  stand  and 
look  at  me  till  I  fired  my  last  cartridge, 
and  then — vanish.  Deers  always  vanish. 
Never  could  follow  one  yet  with  my 
eyes.  If  they  are  skeered  it's  chunk- 
chunk — and  that's  the  last  of  'm. .  Now 
over  there — sh — listen." 

I  heard  the  sound  of  brush  snapping. 
The  Old  Hunter's  face  became  trans- 
fixed with  attention,  and  letting  his  eyes 
pierce  the  twilight  he  motioned  for 
me  to  take  my  rifle,  I  was  all  unstrung 
at  the  idea  of  shooting  and  the  fear  of 
disgracing  myself  in  the  eyes  of  my 
teacher  by  missing.  I  raised  the  gun 
gingerly  and  shut  my  eyes  tight.  The 
Old  Hunter  grabbed  my  arm  with  an 
exclamation  and  I  pulled  the  trigger. 
When  I  opened  my  eyes,  my  teacher  was 
gazing  at  me  with  a  look  of  utter 
disgust. 

"Didn't  I  hit  it?"  I  asked  plaintively. 

"  No,  thank  the  Lord.  It  was  my  ol' 
hoss.  I  grabbed  yer  arm  to  stop  ye — 
but,  pshaw  !  Well,  there's  no  accountin' 
for  women.  Now,  please  to  look  'fore 
ye  fire  next  time." 

I  was  deeply  chagrined  at  my  mistake, 
but  the  old  pack-horse  nibbled  at  the 
grass  as  contentedly  as  if  his  life  had 
not  been  in  jeopardy.  Possibly  it  hadn't 
been. 

"  Well,  we  may  as  well  git  back  to 
camp,"  growled  the  old  man.  "  Ye've 
skeered  all  the  deer  off  by  this  time. 
Then,  it's  too  dark  to.  sight  much  now, 
anyways.  Tread  easy  —  so.  Ye  can 
practice  goin'  home." 

It  was  quite  dark  when  we  came  into 
camp.  There  was  a  fine  log-fire  casting 
giant  shadows  in  every  direction,  and  a 
good  supper  of  beans  and  venison  and 
hot  bread.     Next  morning  we  were  to 


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be  up  by  daybreak,  and  have  the  gen- 
uine deer-hunt  which  the  men  came  for. 

It  seemed  as  if  I  had  hardly  gone  to 
sleep  when  the  Married  Man  shook  me 
gently  by  the  shoulder  and  said  : 

"  Two  big  bucks  standing  by  the 
spring." 

I  threw  off  the  blanket  and  sprang  to 
my  feet  before  I  realized  that  I  was  the 
subject  of  a  joke.  An  odor  of  venison 
and  coffee  floated  over  from  the  camp 
kitchen,  and  gave  zest  to  my  dressing. 
Outside,  the  air  was  chilled  from  the 
snows  near  by,  and  I  hovered  over  the 
fire  for  warmth.  As  the  woman  had 
come  to  hunt,  she  was  not  permitted  to 
cook  or  handle  dishes,  and  even  her 
suggestions  went  unheeded.  When  the 
coffee  boiled  too  long,  and  the  beans 
burned,  and  the  biscuits  were  green 
with  soda,  she  was  bidden  to  hold  her 
peace  and  be  thankful  that  she  was  per- 
mitted to  exist  in  a  man's  hunting-camp 
at  all. 

It  was  still  gray  dawn  when  the  veni- 
son was  well  wrapped  in  canvas  to  pro- 
tect it  from  the  wasps  and  strung  into 
a  tree,  the  other  edibles  covered  to  keep 
out  inquisitive  wild  animals  who  might 
come  prowling  into  camp,  and  the  hunt- 
ers ready  to  be  off.  Once  outside  the 
camp,  the  party  separated.  The  Old 
Hunter,  true  to  his  purpose,  took  me 
for  his  comrade  and  put  our  horses 
straight  for  the  trail,  intending  to  go 
back  for  a  mile,  strike  off  into  a  wild 
country,  and  ride  to  the  bottom  of  a 
deep  canon.  Riding  on  the  trail  had 
been  sufficiently  exciting  for  me,  but  I 
was  now  to  have  an  experience  going 
down  a  canon  almost  too  steep  for  hu- 
man feet,  trusting  my  life  to  a  four- 
footed  beast ;  but  those  cautious  crea- 
tures zigzagged  down  the  precipitous 
mountain-side,  clinging  with  hind  legs 
and  bracing  with  fore  ones.  I  dared 
not  look  down  over  my  horse's  head,  but, 
bracing  my  feet  in  the  stirrups,  leaned 
back  and  prayerfully  studied  the  blue 
firmament  above.  When  we  came  to  a 
halt  finally,  and  the  Old  Hunter  told  me 
to  dismount,  I  turned  to  look  up  at  the 
descent  we  had  made,  and  shuddered. 

"  Wasn't  that  frightfully  steep  ?"  I 
said,  in  a  hushed  tone. 

"Well,"  said  the  Old  Hunter,  consol- 
ingly, "there's  worse  afore  ye." 

We  tied  our  horses  securely  and  then 
skirted  along  the  creek  for  some  dis- 
tance, and  finally  found  a  deer  trail.     It 


looked  like  the  little  worn  pig  trail  one 
sees  leading  through  an  acorn  pasture  ; 
but  the  Old  Hunter  scrutinized  it  care- 
fully and  remarked  : 

"  Them's  fresh  tracks  ;  big  buck  been 
down  to  water  this  mornin'.  See  that 
broad,  deep  track — old  buck's.  Them 
narrer,  pointed  ones  's  the  doe's.  Maybe 
there's  a  deer  watchin'  us  now  through 
the  woods  here.  Most  deers  are  smarter 
than  human  bein's.  I've  known  a  deer 
to  git  behind  a  tree  and  skip  out  of  the 
kintry,  keepin'  it  'tween  me  an'  him  all 
the  time.  Here's  a  good  place  now. 
Jest  let's  sit  on  this  old  log  an'  bide  a 
wee.  Lot's  o'  trails  comin'  in  here 
together.  Here's  two  deer  beds  just 
behind  this  log.  Nice,  cozy  nest,  now, 
ain't  it  ?  Deer  feed  in  the  early  mornin' 
an'  hide  in  their  beds  durin'  the  day. 
Too  much  moonlight  and  green  feed  up 
here  now.  Critters  only  have  to  stir 
theirselves  fer  water."  The  Old  Hunter 
smacked  his  lips  and  peered  down 
through  the  leafy  forest.  "  I  tell  ye, 
old  buck's  the  best  eatin'.  Don't  run 
much  to  work  off  the  fat.  They  are 
powerful  lazy.  Jest  pick  out  a  nice  acre 
o'  grass  an'  stay  there  all  summer. 
Lordy,  how  I  wish  we'd  see  one  this 
mornin'.  Sure  to  be  some  around,  judg- 
in'  by  the  signs." 

Our  dog  was  very  restless,  so  the  Old 
Hunter  spent  a  few  minutes  getting  hini 
quiet ;  then  he  began  to  whisper  more  in- 
junctions into  my  anxious  ears,  a  new  ver- 
sion of  the  etiquette  of  "  don't ":  "  Don't 
lift  yer  rifle  too  quick — the  glint  o'  steel 
will  skeer  deer  quicker  than  shot.  Don't 
be  in  a  hurry.  First  see  yer  deer — then 
sight  him  keerful — then  shoot.  Knew  a 
feller  onct  who  blazed  away  with  a  whole 
belt  of  cartridges  at  a  bear  an'  found  it 
war  only  a  mosquito  danglin'  on  his  eye- 
lash. Don't  kill  a  doe — 'tain't  no  sin,  but's 
powerful  low  down.  Look  for  the  spikes. 
Don't  shoot  'cept  to  kill.    Don't  talk." 

I  sat  on  the  log  like  a  mute  for  an  hour 
trying  to  digest  the  "don'ts,"  and  prac- 
ticed raising  and  lowering  my  rifle. 

"Thet's  all  right,"  finall}^  whispered 
the  Old  Hunter;  "yev  caught  on.  Re- 
member to  aim  keerful  when  ye  shoot. 
If  ye  wound  an  old  buck  he  will  come 
right  for  ye.  I've  known  'm  to  trample 
an'  gore  men  to  death.  I've  fit  many  an 
old  buck,  an'  it's  no  joke.  Ye  can  tell 
where  ye  hit  'm  in  gineral.  Hit  'm  in  the 
side  an'  they  double  up  like  a  jack-knife, 
then  away  they  go.     Hit  'm  in  the  heart. 


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an'  like  as  not  they'll  turn  a  somersault 
and  drop  dead  ;  but,  hit  'm  where  ye 
may,  a  deer  will  run  till  he's  plumb  dead. 
Shoot  off  front  legs,  they'll  run,  tumble, 
crawl  on  the  stumps.  Git  yer  aim  jest 
back  of  the  shoulder,  an',  if  ye  are  stiddy 
—  perfectly  stiddy  —  why,  there  ain't 
much  chance  of  ye  missin'."  The  Old 
Hunter  patted  his  dog  and  sighed. 

The  dog  lay  at  our  feet — a  sagacious 
brute  who  frequently  lifted  his  head  to 
study  our  silent  faces.  As  each  faint 
breeze  wafted  our  way  his  nostrils  quiv- 
ered, and,  lifting  his  head,  he  caught  his 
breath  in  short  gasps. 

"  He  scents  'm,"  whispered  the  old 
man.     "Very  keerful  now." 

I  strained  my  eyes  down  the  narrow, 
worn  deer  trail  and  fancied  every  mov- 
ing twig  was  my  longed-for  buck.  I  had 
been  warned  to  beware  of  "  buck  fever," 
that  dire  disease  of  the  novice.  I  had 
heard  nothing  but  deer  talk  for  three 
whole  days  now  and  had  absorbed  a  few 
bits  of  wisdom.  I  was  not  afraid  of  my 
gun,  but  down  in  my  heart  I  rather 
hoped  I  should  not  have  a  chance  of 
using  it,  for  I  had  a  sickening  dread  of 
wounding  one  of  the  pretty  creatures 
and  sending  it  off  to  days  of  horrible 
agony. 

We  waited  another  hour.  The  dog 
had  gone  to  sleep  and  the  sun  was  al- 
ready beginning  to  penetrate  dimly  our 
hidden  glade.  The  Old  Hunter  put  his 
gun  on  the  log  and  said,  quite  audibly : 

"  No  deer  here  to-day ;  guess  we'd 
better  go  home — wastin'  time."  He, 
stretched  his  arms  over  his  head  and 
yawned  as  he  rose  to  his  feet.  The  dog, 
without  the  slightest  warning,  sprang  up 
in  an  ecstasy  of  excitement.  At  the 
same  instant  I  saw  walking,  not  twenty 
yards  away,  the  lightest,  most  graceful 
creature  in  the  world.  It  was  the  first 
wild  deer  I  had  ever  seen,  and  who  could 
blame  me  for  forgetting  all  my  wisdom. 
I  gasped  for  breath  and — shrieked  : 

"  A  deer  ! — a  deer  ! — look,  a  buck " 

In  my  excitement  I  stumbled  against 
the  guns  and  effectually  cut  them  off 
from  the  Old  Hunter.  The  deer  turned 
his  startled  eyes  toward  us  for  an  instant; 
then,  lifting  his  beautiful  spiked  head, 
sprang  gracefully  into  the  air,  and,  with 
the  lightest,  most  feathery  movement, 
disappeared  from  view.  The  enchant- 
ing sight  lasted  possibly  fifteen  seconds, 
and  then  I  thought  of  my  gun  and  my 
teacher.     I  began  to  stammer  out  some 


words  of  explanation — but  there  was  a 
look  in  the  old  man's  eyes  which  made 
me  stop  short.  I  did  not  dare  to  speak 
another  word,  and,  deeply  humbled,  I 
followed  the  Old  Hunter  back  to  our 
horses  and  then  painfully  picked  my  way 
back  to  the  camp  on  the  summit. 

As  we  came  up  the  slope  we  were 
greeted  with  yells  of  joy  from  camp  that 
told  us  more  plainly  than  words  that  suc- 
cess had  crowned  the  work  of  the  day. 
We  were  overwhelmed  with  condolences 
and  questions,  but  my  humble  silence 
had  disarmed  the  Old  Hunter  and  he 
forbore  to  tell  of  my  childish  behavior 
and  why  we  did  not  bring  home  a  buck. 

Six  beautiful  bucks  had  been  killed 
by  the  four  hunters,  and  after  dinner 
the  heads  were  placed  on  our  camp- 
table  and  photographed  by  the  Fiend 
Three  of  the  bucks  were  hung  on  a 
high  ridge-pole,  and  the  others  were 
stripped  for  "  jerky,"  that  toothsome 
morsel  so  much  prized  by  the  good  old 
hunters. 

That  night  I  went  to  bed  full  of  reso- 
lutions to  redeem  myself  in  the  eyes  of 
my  old  friend.  We  were  to  break  camp 
next  day  and  return  to  Hoopa,  but  I  de- 
termined to  have  another  chance  before 
we  went. 

It  was  long  before  dawn,  therefore, 
when  I  crawled  out  of  .bed,  dragging 
my  Winchester  after  me.  I  intended  to 
go  quietly  down  to  a  deer-lick  a  half 
mile  away,  and  watch  my  chance  for  a 
big  buck  whose  tracks  had  been  seen 
there  daily.  The  deer-lick  was  a  fallen 
log  which  we  had  sprinkled  with  salt, 
and'  so  far  we  had  been  rewarded  by 
the  tracks,  and  having  a  band  of  savage 
cattle  there  in  the  daytime.  The  five 
men  rolled  up  in  blankets,  sleeping 
under  the  canopy  of  heaven,  never  stir- 
red as  I  slipped  by  them.  The  Old  Hunt- 
er's dog  came  after  me,  but  I  persuaded 
him  to  go  reluctantly  back  to  camp.  I 
felt  very  brave  as  I  plodded  down  the 
hill  carrying  my  gun,  muzzle  forward, 
and  ready  for  action  at  a  second's  notice. 
The  brush  was  wet  from  the  night  dews, 
and  every  stump  and  rock  seemed  to  be 
an  animate  thing.  Before  I  had  g.one  a 
hundred  yards  I  wished  I  had  taken  the 
dog,  and  before  I  had  gone  half  the  dis- 
tance to  the  lick  I  began  to  realize  that 
I  was  very  foolish  not  to  have  told  the 
Married  Man  of  my  expedition.  I  soon 
found  that  hunting  alone  and  hunting 
with  a  man   for  protector   were   quite 


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different  things.  I  had  not  realized  my 
weakness  and  dependence  before.  With 
my  good,  sturdy  limbs  and  powers  of  en- 
durance I  had  thought  myself  the  equal 
of  any  man,  but  I  soon  became  aware 
that  I  lacked  that  quality  which  is  so 
necessary  to  endure  the  loneliness  of  a 
mountain  ravine  —  manly  courage.  I 
could  not  substitute  feminine  deter- 
mination for  it,  and  I  was  buying  my 
knowledge  dearly. 

At  last  I  came  to  the  deer-lick  trem- 
bling in  every  nerve.  I  selected  a  thick 
clump  of  hazel  on  the  windward  side, 
and  sank  on  a  convenient  rock.  Fifty 
yards  away  lay  a  great  bank  of  snow 
whose  daily  meltings  fed  the  beautiful 
lake  at  the  foot  of  the  ravine.  My  teeth 
were  fairly  chattering  from  nervousness 
and  cold,  and  that  distance  of  a  half 
mile  seemed  to  cut  me  off  entirely  from 
any  hope  of  human  aid.  As  I  sat  there 
shivering,  I  became  firmly  convinced 
that  I,  the  artificial  product  of  a  city, 
had  nothing  in  common  with  guns  and 
hunting  and  deer,  and  the  mors  I 
thought  of  this  the  colder  I  grew  and 
the  more  frightened  I  became.  I  de- 
cided to  clamber  up  the  mountain-side 
again,  crawl  into  my  tent,  and  never  tell 
a  soul  of  my  early  morning  deer-hunt. 
The  very  thought  of  staying  a  moment 
longer  filled  me  with  a  kind  of  panic, 
and  I  was  thanking  Providence  that  I  had 
not  already  been  gobbled  up  by  some 
wild  beast,  when  the  brush  snapped  and 
broke  not  five  feet  away  from  me.  My 
heart  stood  still  with  fright.  My  staring 
eyes  peered  into  the  early  morning 
gloom,  but  only  the  rocks  and  brush 
peered  back  at  me  and  filled  me  withhor- 
ror  of  the  unseen  foe.  SonietJiing — was 
surely  there.  I  clasped  my  hands  to  my 
beating  heart — my  gun  lay  forgotten  on 
the  ground — and  started  to  run,  but  not 
before  I  had  seen  one — two — three — I 
don't  know  how  many  more  —  black, 
shapeless  spectres  which  I  knew  intui- 
tively to  be — bear. 

Then  I  ran,  scrambled,  beat  my  way 
up  that  steep  mountain  -  side  to  the 
camp.  It  seemed  an  eternity  to  me 
before  I  got  there.  I  dared  not  look 
behind.  In  my  terror  I  thought  the 
noise  made  by  the  scraping  bushes  and 
snapping  twigs  was  caused  by  those 
great  ugly  brutes  tearing  along  behind. 
When  I  rushed  into  camp  my  heart  was 
beating  to  suffocation.  The  Students 
had    heard   me  breaking   through    the 


brush  and  sat  upon  their  blankets,  hastily 
pulling  on  some  outer  garments.  I  could 
only  utter  one  word — bear — and  point 
down  to  the  deer  lick. 

The  young  fellows  caught  up  their 
rifles  and  tore  down  the  mountain.  It 
was  now  early  dawn.  In  an  incredibly 
short  time  four  rifle  shots  rang  on  the 
stillness  of  the  morning  air.  The  other 
men  were  aroused,  and  as  the  Married 
Man  saw  me  he  gave  a  whistle  of  sur- 
prise and  called  out :  "  Where  have  you 
been  ? " 

By  this  time  I  had  caught  my  breath, 
and  cried,  "  Down  deer-lick — dozen  bear 
— boys  shot." 

"Whoop  !  "  cried  the  men,  and  grab- 
bing guns  disappeared  down  the  ravine. 
Presently  the  Camera  Fiend  came  back. 

"  Got  'em  !  "  he  cried.  "  Only  a  quarter 
of  a  dozen,  though.  Old  bear  and  two 
cubs.     Gee  whiz — where's  my  camera  ?" 

I  had  now  regained  enough  courage 
and  breath  to  follow  the  man  down  the 
hill.  When  we  came  to  the  deer-lick 
there  sat  two  happy  boys  with  their 
trophies  at  their  feet.  The  old  mother 
bear,  thin  and  starved,  was  stretched 
across  the  log,  her  babies  placed  at  her 
head,  and  the  Camera  Fiend  got  a  prize 
shot.  It  was  a  fitting  climax  of  a  most 
successful  hunting  trip. 

The  Old  Hunter,  sleepy  -  eyed  and 
yawning,  came  up  to  me.  "  You  found 
'em  ?"  he  asked.  I  nodded  my  head  and 
told  with  becoming  modesty  how  I  had 
come  out  to  do  a  little  quiet  hunting  by 
myself. 

"  That  old  she-bear  had  been  in  camp 
and  stole  our  venison,"  he  continued. 
"  Looky  there — been  breakfastin'  on  our 
big  buck,  and  in  another  hour  would 
have  been  clean  out  of  the  kintry.  We 
must  have  slept  like  logs.  Them's  yourn 
— them  bear — for  if  it  hedn't  been  for 
ye  we'd  a  been  sleepin'  yet.  Shaw  ! 
Who'd  a  thunk  it  ?  Well,  there's  no 
accountin'  fer  women." 

But  the  Old  Hunter  looked  at  me 
with  approval,  and  I  saw  that  I  was 
again  in  favor  with  my  friend  and 
teacher.  We  broke  camp  that  after- 
noon and  started  for  Hoopa.  I  had 
achieved  a  reputation  for  courage  (save 
the  mark)  which  caused  even  the  irrev- 
erent Married  Man  to  regard  me  with 
added  respect,  and  I  gladly  put  aside 
the  killing  of  a  deer  and  any  further 
test  of  my  courage  for  another  hunt  at 
a  future  time. 


yp  T©  THe  TaiPFAN 


awHeeLc 


BY  A.    H.  GODFREY. 


T  is  the  partic- 
ular privilege 
of  the  cyclist 
who  puts 
away  all 
thoughts  of 
century  runs 
and  records, 
and  is  content 
to  ramble 
around  thro' 
village  and 
hamlet,  to 
discover  the 
sequestered  homesteads  in  this  beau- 
tiful territory  and 
make  friends  of 
the  people  who 
dwell  therein. 
The  scorching 
'fiend,  whose  chief 
purpose  in  life 
seems  to  be  to 
"  eat  up  "  a  cer- 
tain number  of 
miles  of  monoto- 
nous macadam  in 
a  given  time,  can 
never  hope  to  get 
into  touch  with 
the  atmosphere  of 
these  old  settle- 
ments. He  it  is 
who  looks  with 
scorn  upon  any 
agricultural  com- 
munity, and  never 
ceases  to  berate  them  for  failing  to  con- 
struct smooth  highways  across  their 
choice  lots  for  his  personal  benefit.  The 
old  farmers  despise  him  because  he 
never  has  the  courtesy  to  stop  by  the 
wayside  and  exchange  a  word  of  greet- 
ing with  them,  as  do  other  wayfarers, 
and  only  deigns  to  pass  over  their  ter- 
ritory if  it  affords  him  easy  access  to 
some  distant  point  which  marks  the 
terminus  of  a  hundred- mile  trip  and 
the  limit  of  his  powers.  If  he  would 
linger  a  little  and  get  acquainted  with 
the  residents,  he  would  soon  find  them 
most  hospitable  and  kindly  disposed 
toward  him,  and  the  intercourse  would 
prove  mutually  advantageous.  The 
farmer  folk  he  would  find  plowing  their 
furrows,   eager   to  relish  any  tidbit  of 


HAMILTON  S   MONUMENT 


news  ;  and  in  return  these  simple  old 
people  are  a  mine  of  knowledge  with 
respect  to  many  historic  spots  which 
the  uninformed  tourist  passes  by  unno- 
ticed. 

At  the  more  pretentious  homesteads 
and  stately  mansions,  the  stranger,  prop- 
erly introduced,  finds  a  royal  welcome  at 
the  hands  of  courtly  dames  and  dignified 
gentlemen,  who,  having  either  inherited 
or  earned  a  competence,  dispense  their 
good  things  lavishly,  and  prove  how 
serenely  they  are  living  out  their  gentle 
lives  amid  refinement  and  elegance. 
"  It  was  over  there,"  said  one  of  them 
to  us,  "against 
the  end  wall, 
where  grandad 
told  us  he  lay  when 
the  shot  struck 
him  down.  The 
old  vine  and  the 
berry  bushes  were 
in  full  blossom  at 
the  time,  and  they 
must  have  shield- 
ed his  body  from 
view,  for  the  red- 
coats passed  him 
by  when  they 
rushed  into  the 
house." 

And  then  the 
dignified  old 
gentleman,  who 
appeared  scarcely 
less  weather-worn 


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than  the  crumbling  stone  wall  to  which 
he  had  drawn  our  attention,  related 
the  whole  story  with  impressive  ef- 
fect, just  as  I  suppose  he  had  told 
it  hundreds  of  times  before,  though  I 
doubt  if  he  ever  had  a  more  appreci- 
ative audience.  He  was  of  old  Huguenot 
stock,  and  as  he  drew  himself  up  proudly 
and  talked  and  gesticulated,  his  snap- 
ping black  eyes,  deep-set  under  shaggy 
brows,  kindled  with  patriotic  fire  ;  and 
it  was  easy  to  realize  that  were  history 
to  repeat  itself  this  grizzled  old  veteran 
might  safely  be  counted  upon  to  lead  a 
forlorn  hope. 

He  was  a  fair  specimen  of  the  sturdy 
folk  to  be  met  with  in  the  valley  of  the 
Hackensack,  on  the  more  thickly  popu- 
lated terraces  rising  toward  the  Watch- 
ung  Hills,  or  in  the  sequestered  towns 
and  villages  that  lie  half  hidden  by  dense 
foliage  on  the  wooded  slopes  which  are 
overlooked  from  the  higher  elevations 
of  the  Palisades.  Hereabouts,  too,  it 
will  be  found  that  the  most  part  are  de- 
scended from  Dutch,  English  and  French 
settlers.  Many  of  them  are  still  housed 
in  the  original  homes  which  their  ances- 
tors constructed  from  stone  blocks  quar- 
ried on  the  hillsides,  or  of  red  brick 
brought  from  Holland.  If  one  would 
collect  all  the  stories  that  could  be  heard 
on  the  porches  of  these  old  houses,  one 
could  compile  a  history  of  the  Colonial 
and  Revolutionary  wars  in  such  detail 
as  would  trace  the  marches  of  every 
troop  and  record  the  actions  of  many  in- 
dividuals involved  in  the  struggle  for 
freedom. 

Without  any  definite  purpose,  but  with 
a  general  idea  that  we  should  fetch  up 
somewhere  in  the  neighborhood  of 
charming  old  Tappan,  and,  perhaps, 
reach  the  observatory  on  Tower  Hill, 
overlooking  the  "  mighty  mirror  of  Tap- 
pan  Zee,  which  reflects  the  purple  shades 
and  the  golden  sunshine  of  grand  mount- 
ain acclivities, "  we  had  started  early  from 
New  York  and  ferried  across  the  Hud- 
son to  the  depot  at  Weehawken.  It  was 
a  glorious  morning,  crisp  enough  to  give 
one  a  good  appetite,  and  clear  enough  to 
suit  the  most  fastidious  dabbler  in  the 
photographic  art.  The  freshening  breeze 
whipped  the  surface  of  the  river  into  a 
series  of  long  white  fringes,  and  ever}^ 
crevice  on  the  sun-lit  face  of  the  old 
Palisades  was  sharply  defined. 

On  stepping  ashore  we  were  depos- 
ited among   a   troop   of   artillery   with 


their  gun-carriages,  horses  and  accoutre- 
ments, bound  for  one  of  the  forts  at  the 
harbor's  mouth. 

The  trudge  up  the  face  of  the  cliff  to 
Eldorado  Heights  was  not  at  all  tedious, 
for  ever  and  anon  we  turned  to  admire 
the  glorious  prospect  of  city  and  stream 
that  we  were  gradually  leaving  beneath 
us.  Arrived  at  the  top,  the  view  fully 
repaid  us  for  all  our  trouble.  Immedi- 
ately below,  the  toy-like  trains  of  the 
West  Shore  Railroad  popped  in  and  out 
of  the  tunnel  which  here  penetrates  the 
ridge  ;  and  perched  on  the  ledges  of  the 
cliff  an  army  of  navvies  was  engaged 
hewing  out  the  trap- rock  to  feed  the 
capacious  maw  of  a  stone- crushing  en- 
gine grinding  away  at  the  bottom  of  the 
gorge. 

A  new  loop  of  the  boulevard  system 
skirts  these  cliffs  overlooking  the  Hud- 
son River,  and  affords  an  excellent  sur- 
face for  cycling  from  Hoboken  along 
the  heights  of  Weehawken,  Eldorado, 
Highwood  and  Woodcliffe,  turning  in- ' 
■  land  at  the  old  Bull's  Ferry  school- 
house,  and  emerging  on  Hudson  Heights, 
near  Brandenberg's  modern  hotel.  Then 
the  macadamized  highway  sweeps  to 
the  left  around  the  old  Guttenberg  race- 
track, and  joins  the  Hudson  County 
Boulevard,  which  runs  along  the  west- 
ern edge  of  the  Bergen  Ridge,  overlook- 
ing the  Hackensack  flats,  and  runs  back 
south  through  upper  Hoboken  and  Jer- 
sey City  Heights  to  Bayonne  and  Ber- 
gen Point,  on  Newark  Bay,  even  by 
itself  an  unsurpassed  twenty-two  miles 
of  cycling  road,  broad,  flat  and  delight- 
ful. 

But  let  us  linger  a  moment  on  the 
top  of  the  rise  from  the  ferry,  for  within 
a  few  rods  south  stands  what  remains  of 
the  old  stone  King  mansion,  which, 
after  the  battle  of  Brandywine,  was 
occupied  by  General  Lafayette  as  his 
headquarters,  and  here  that  gallant 
French  soldier  conferred  with  Generals 
Washington,  Putnam  and  Lee.  On  the 
greensward  at  the  foot  of  the  rocks 
took  place,  on  July  nth,  1804,  the  world- 
known  duel  between  Vice-President 
Aaron  Burr  and  the  talented  patriot, 
Alexander  Hamilton,  which  resulted 
fatally  for  the  latter,  who  refused  to 
pull  the  trigger  of  his  revolver.  Colonel 
King  caused  the  stone  against  which 
Hamilton  fell  to  be  placed  on  a  point 
of  rocks  at  the  top  of  the  Palisades, 
near  the  mansion,  to  commemorate  the 


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mournful  event.  The  stone  has  since 
been  surmounted  by  a  marble  bust  and 
has  had  a  bronze  plate  inserted  which 
refers  to  the  duel. 

Leaving  this  historic  old  manse,  which, 
a  couple  of  years  ago,  was  used  b}^  the 
tinsel-garbed  dancers  who  took  part  in 
the  spectacular  ballets  at  the  near-by 
short-lived  Eldorado,  we  wheeled  slowly 
over  the  new  macadam,  stopping  fre- 
quently to  admire  some  particular  point 
of  interest  in  the  glorious  panorama  that 
lay  stretched  out,  fan-like,  around  us. 
How  very  different  the  scene  nowa- 
days from  that  which  the  Revolutionary 
heroes  must  have  looked  upon.  To 
them  Manhattan  Island  was  a  mound  of 
verdure- covered  rocks,  the  southern  ex- 
tremity only  cleared  for  a  small  space, 
and  housing  less  than  twenty  thousand 
citizens.  To-day  it  may  be  likened  to  a 
gigantic  chess-board,  the  spaces  marked 
in  solid  stone,  with  sky-scraping  edifices 
in  place  of  castles  and  tall  spires  in  lieu 
of  kings,  the  white  marble  mansions 
which  border  the  green  terrace  along 
the  river-front  glistening  in  the  bright 
sunlight  like  pearls  in  an  emerald  set- 
ting. ^ 

Following  the  smooth  macadam  as  it 
zigzags  along  the  bluffs,  we  presently 
reached  the  spot  where  Block  house 
Point  formerly  overshadowed  -the  old 
Bull's  Ferry  landing,  now  called  Shady- 
side,  at  the  foot  of  the  Gorge  road.  In 
the  winter  of  1780  General  Anthony 
Wayne  attacked  the  Tory  woodchop- 
pers  who  were  intrenched  in  the  block- 
house, and  but  for  a  false  alarm,  which 
reported  a  large  body  of  British  troops 
crossing  the  river  to  surround  his  little 
band  of  patriots.  General  Wayne  would 
have  gained  an  important  victory  here. 

The  detour  to  the  right  down  to  the 
Gorge  road  commences  just  above  the 
old  Bull's  Ferry  school-house,  a  frame 
structure  bearing  the  date  1800,  aban- 
doned since  the  handsome  red  stone 
building  near  by  was  erected.  The  sign 
"  No  Coasting,"  at  the  bend  in  the  road 
where  it  leads  down  to  the  ferry,  warns 
cyclists  of  their  danger.  It  would  be 
just  as  well  if  a  couple  more  signs  were 
placed  higher  up  the  road.  This  gorge 
is  still  in  its  primitive  state,  and  forms 
a  most  picturesque  glen,  with  running 
brooks  on  either  hand.  On  the  old  tree- 
trunks,  antiquaries  say,  can  still  be 
found  indications  of  the  rusty  metal 
signs   on    which    were    posted   warlike 


proclamations  a  hundred  and  twenty 
years  ago.  This  was  the  road  that  the 
first  settlers  used  on  their  exploring 
trips  into  the  rugged  country,  which  at 
that  time  was  inhabited  by  Indians  and 
infested  by  wild  beasts. 

It  being  unnecessary  to  go  right  down 
to  the  landing,  we  turned  left  at  the 
coasting  sign  and  climbed  the  gorge,  at 
the  first  turn  on  the  right  mounting  our 
wheels  and  passing  the  new  Cliffside 
school- house  on  our  way  to  Palisade 
avenue,  which  here  skirts  the  edge  of 
the  cliff.  This  is  a  park-like  reserva- 
tion the  roads  through  which  form  a 
series  of  charming  sylvan  glades,  wind- 
ing amid  dense  woods  which  extend  to 
the  grassy  slopes  that  here  form  the  ap- 
proach to  the  river's  brink.  On  these 
embowered  walks  no  sound  reaches  the 
ear  save  the  twittering  of  the  birds  as 
they  flit  from  tree  to  tree,  the  occasional 
whistle  of  some  steamboat  gliding  by 
on  the  waters  below,  and  the  voices  of 
the  fishermen  who  are  hauling  in  their 
nets  along  the  shore.  Here  one  can 
imagine  oneself  hundreds  of  miles  away 
from  the  busy  metropolis,  although,  as  a 
matter  of  fact,  the  point  is  directly  op- 
posite Claremont  Heights  and  the  River- 
side Drive,  on  which  can  be  seen,  by 
peeping  through  the  foliage,  a  myriad 
wheelmen  and  a  seemingly  endless  pro- 
cession of  fashionably  attired  prome- 
naders,  all  en  route  for  the  beautiful 
white  marble  mausoleum  in  which  the 
nation's  hero  lies  enshrined. 

A  smooth  macadamized  road  crosses 
the  path  and  runs  direct  over  the  hill  to 
Ridgefield,  and  thence  across  the  Over- 
peck  Creek  to  the  quaint  old  Dutch 
town  of  Hackensack,  which,  did  space 
permit,  would  deserve  a  chapter  all  to 
itself.  But  we  keep  right  on  the  Pali- 
sade avenue  until  it  is  crossed  by  the 
trolley-car  tracks,  from  which  point  we 
prefer  to  take  Addison  avenue,  which  is 
better  surfaced  at  this  point,  and  will 
lead  us  nearer  to  the  edge  of  the  bluff, 
where  we  presently  emerge  and  watch 
the  trolley  car  laden  with  excursionists 
as  it  zigzags  up  the  steep  track  from 
the  Undercliff  Ferry,  where  the  old  Fort 
Lee  boats  from  One  Hundred  and 
Twenty  -  fifth  street  now  make  their 
landing. 

The  view  from  this  bluff  is  magnifi- 
cent and  embraces  the  whole  of  Man- 
hattan Island,  with  Brooklyn  and  Long 
Island  City  on  the  right,   the   Harlem 


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"THE    GOURMAND    OK   THE    PALISADES."      {p.  J76.) 


River,  the  Sound,  and  a  portion  of  West- 
chester County  directl}^  east,  while  Fort 
Washington  seems  so  near  that  one 
fancies  he  could  almost  throw  a  stone 
across  to  it.  The  upper  reaches  of  old 
Hudson  are  clearly  distinguished  to 
within  a  short  distance  of  Tarrytown. 
We  shall  not  sight  the  river  again  until 
we  emerge  from  the  hills  in  the  Pied- 
mont region  overlooking  the  Tappan 
Zee,  some  twenty  miles  from  where  we 
now  stand. 

Pedalinsf    alona:  at    our    leisure,   we 


presently  approach  Fort  Lee  village,  a 
sleepy  but  extremely  picturesque  old 
settlement  mainly  on  the  undercliff. 
Our  goal  at  this  point  is  a  cozy  old  inn 
in  the  village  street  running  across  the 
ridge.  Up  to  recently  it  was  kept  by 
a  jovial  old  Dutchman,  whose  picture, 
painted  in  oils  and  showing  him  dressed 
in  the  character  of  "John  Falstaff,"  still 
hangs  in  the  spacious  hall.  It  is  a  long, 
rambling  edifice,  half  smothered  in  fo- 
liage, with  wide  entrance,  great  roomy 
chambers  and  open  court-yard,  that  re- 


"  WHERE   WM.    WALTER    PHELPS    DISPENSED    HOSPITALITY."      {J>-  379-) 


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mind  one  of  some  Spanish  don's  resi- 
dence, with  its  sala,  patio,  cuadro  and 
azotea. 

From  the  old  inn  on  Main  street  we 
wheeled  carefully  down  the  steep  grade 
toward  Leonia,  g-etting  a  splendid  view 
of  the  salt  marshes  and  tidal  lagoons  of 
the  Hackensack  valley,  the  old  settle- 
ment itself  lying  in  the  angle  of  the 
river  and  the  Overpeck  Creek,  while 
farther  to  the  westward  the  Orange 
Mountains  are  plainly  in  evidence. 

The  stretch  of  farming  land  about 
Leonia  and  Nordhoff,  while  pretty  and 
dotted  with  neat  cottages,  has  nothing 


here  rallied  most  of  the  patriots  after 
their  several  skirmishes  with  the  red- 
coats on  the  hills  nearby. 

Leaving  Englewood  by  the  main 
thoroughfare,  Engle  street,  which  is  a 
beautiful  embowered  avenue  its  entire 
length,  pleasing  landscapes  next  greet 
the  eye  and  several  cozy  old  ancestral 
homes  are  passed.  Anon  the  Engle- 
wood Field  Club  grounds  appear  on  the 
right,  and  at  the  bridge  which  crosses 
the  creek  the  stone  pillars  marking  the 
entrance  to  the  Brookside  Cemetery  are 
seen.  Beyond  this  the  road  is  undulat- 
ing,  until    Clinton    avenue   is   reached. 


MA  J 


of  particular  interest  to  the  tourist ;  but 
at  Englewood,  four  miles  beyond,  are 
many  beautiful  rural  estates  and  villa 
residences  of  wealthy  New  York  busi- 
ness men,  who  have  made  this  place 
their  home.  The  ivy -clad  chapel  on 
the  hill-side  has  an  exceedingly  pictur- 
esque exterior,  and  a  little  way  beyond 
the  village,  over  toward  Hackensack, 
are  the  ruins  of  the  once  stately  man- 
sion at  which  the  late  William  Walter 
Phelps  was  wont  to  dispense  hospitality. 
In  the  center  of  the  town  stood  during 
Revolutionary  days  the  liberty  pole, 
after  which  the  village  was  called,  and 


(/.  380:) 


which  is  a  smoothly-surfaced  sloping 
highway  into  the  flourishing  village  of 
Tenafly.  Keeping  to  the  right  of  the 
railroad  tracks,  and  passing  the  old 
church,  the  county  road  winds  around 
toward  Cresskill,  where  a  well-paved 
avenue  leads  over  the  hills  to  the  pros- 
perous country  town  of  Schraalenburg 
(pronounced  Skrawlenberg).  Between 
Cresskill  and  Demarest  the  country  be- 
comes more  picturesque,  and  the  old 
mill  at  Yarrington  has  formed  the  sub- 
ject of  many  an  interesting  story,  and 
is  well  worth  a  visit.  From  here  Dem- 
arest avenue  zigzags  up  the  hill    until 


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the  historic  old  town  of  Closter  (pro- 
nounced Kloester)  is  seen  nestling 
amid  the  trees  on  the  eastern  bank  of 
the  Tenakill  Creek,  which  here  takes  a 
turn  westward,  forming  what  is  known 
as  the  Old  Hook.  The  trickling  stream 
is  crossed  by  two  bridges,  the  second  of 
which  is  approached  by  the  King's 
Highway,  which  is  here  a  rather  soft 
clay  road,  and  while  passing  through  a 
picturesque  section,  is  not  good  riding 
so  early  in  the  year. 

Beyond  the  creek  the  road  rises  to  the 
newly-improved  settlement  of  Harring- 
ton Park,  where,  opposite  the  stately 
mansion  of  Dr.  La  Roche,  is  seen,  per- 
haps, the  most  quaintly  picturesque  bit 
of  scenery  on  the 
route.  Here 
pretty  rustic 
bridges  cross  the 
rippling  brook, 
whose  waters 
keep  an  old-fash- 
ioned, clattering 
wheel  in  motion. 
Here  we  get  our 
first  view  of  the 
th  ickly-wooded 
valley  which 
served  to  shelter 
General  Lafay- 
ette's gallant 
troops, who  fought 
their  way,  bit  by 
bit,  across  these 
lands,  until  they 
finally  joined  the 
main  forces  under 
General  Washing- 
ton, whose  head- 
quarters were  es- 
tablished at  a  se- 
questered homestead,  which  still  stands 
on  the  banks  of  the  Sparkill  Creek,  at 
Old  Tappan. 

Crossing  the  bridge  at  Harrington, 
and  avoiding  the  railroad  on  the  left,  we 
follow  the  rough  surface  of  the  Tappan 
Road  as  it  rises  over  the  brow  of  the 
hill,  past  old  man  Borgen's  tavern,  anon 
passing  through  a  newly-improved  sec- 
tion, where  the  road  is  bordered  by 
several  modern  villas  and  stately  old 
manses.  On  the  left-hand  side,  a  bit 
farther  on,  is  the  old  ruin  at  which  took 
place  the  conversation  referred  to  at  the 
opening  of  this  story.  How  long  it  was 
used  as  a  cottage,  and  how  long  as  a 
barn,  was  not  learned  ;   but  it  is  truly  a 


A    TEMPTING    BY-PATH. 


relic  of  pre- Revolutionary  days,  and  cer- 
tainly antedates  Major  Andre's  prison 
house.  This  latter  is  located  in  the 
heart  of  the  village,  but,  alas,  it  has 
lost  its  original  character,  for  the  walls 
which  encompassed  the  British  officer 
crumbled  and  fell  to  the  earth  iii  1897, 
and  the  roof  crashed  in,  the  old  supports 
having  given  way  through  age.  On  a 
block  of  white  stone,  fixed  in  the  wall 
above  the  entrance,  is  an  inscription 
which  tells  us  that  it  is  the 

'76  House 
Built  in  1775 
Rebuilt  bv  Charlesapike 

"1897. 

Underneath  this  occurs  the  name  of 
the  architect,  but 
I  think  it  would 
have  been  nearer 
the  truth  if  they 
had  recorded  him 
as  the  "improver" 
(?)  of  what  was 
once  a  really  pic 
turesque  old  habi- 
tation. Perhaps 
the  gentleman 
whose  initials  and 
surname  are  run 
into  on  e,  is  re- 
sponsible for  the 
"  improved  "  resi- 
dence, and  prob- 
ably that  accounts 
for  the  attempted 
disguising  of  his 
name.  H  e  an  d 
his  brave  architect 
picked  up  the  old 
stone  blocks  and 
imported  Dutch 
bricks  and  set 
them  in  a  square,  put  in  some  modern 
windows  and  a  door  of  latest  pattern,  and 
then  capped  the  climax  by  roofing  the 
whole  with  clap-boards, which  (shades  of 
the  departed  I)  they  have  painted  an 
aesthetic  shade  of  pink,  which  color  was 
evidently  got  at  a  bargain,  for  what  was 
left  they  used  upon  the  outhouses  in  the 
rear  of  the  stone  structure.  For  many 
years  an  inn-keeper  kept  open  house 
here,  but  the  license  having  run  out,  the 
more  reputable  citizens  have  finally  con- 
cluded that  only  "  soft "  drinks  shall  here- 
after be  dispensed  on  this  historic  spot. 
On  the  main  street  which  leads  by  the 
square,  in  which  stands  a  quaint  old  red 
brick  church,  with  whitened  tower,  the 


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rising  ground  is  reached  whereon  Major 
Andre  met  his  doom.  Here  rests  a  cube 
of  gray  granite,  which  tells  its  own 
somber  story,  as  follows  : 

Here  died,  October  2nd,  1780, 
Major  John  Andre,  of  the  British  Army,  who,  entering 
the  American  lines  on  a  Secret  Mission  to  Bene- 
dict Arnold  for  the  Surrender  of  West 
Point,  was  taken  prisoner,  tried 
and  condemned  as  a  spj\ 
His  death,  though  according  to  the  stern  code  of  war, 
moved  even  his  enemies  to  pity,  and  both 
armies  mourned  the  fate  of  one 
so  young  and  so  brave. 
In  1821  his  remains  were  removed  to 
Westminster  Abbey. 
A  hundred  years  after  his  execution  this  stone  was 
placed  above  the  spot  where  he  lay,  by  a  citizen  of 
the  States  against  which  he  fought ;  not  to  per- 
petuate a  record  of  strife,  but  in  token  of 
those  better  feelings  which  have  since 
united  two  nations,  one  in  race,  in 
language  and  religion,  with  the 
earnest  hope  that  this  friend- 
ly union  will  never 
be  broken. 

"  He  was  more  unfortunate  than  criminal. 
An  accomplished  man  and  a  gallant  officer." 

—George  Wasnington. 

In  the  well  worn  phrase  so  often  heard 
hereabouts  from  the  enthusiastic  native, 
it  is  "quite  a  town"  is  Tappan.  Nes- 
tling cozily  under  the  shelter  of  densely 
wooded  hills,  it  is  protected  from  the 
elements  on  all  sides.  From  the  green, 
on  which  the  old  liberty  pole  was  raised, 
run  the  most  picturesque  roads  in  all  di- 
rections: one  rolling  up  the  slopes  of  the 
Palisades  toward  Indian  Head  ;  another 
winding  down  to  historic  old  Sneeden's 
(or  Snyden's)  landing,  above  which  yet 
another  embowered  causeway  leads 
through  a  park-like  reservation  along 
the  rocky  bluffs  to  the  landing  at  Alpine. 

We  take  none  of  these  paths  for  the 
,  present,  but  leave  the  old  hamlet  by 
Washington  street,  and  after  passing 
Ferdon's  Pond  and  the  school-house  the 
road  turns  into  Piermont  avenue,  from 
which  point  it  is  smooth  going  over  easy 
grades  skirting  the  Tappan  Zee. 
.  No  words  can  describe  this  district. 
As  the  waters  of  the  Tappan  Zee  are 
first  sighted,  the  observer  is  thrilled 
with  delight  which  becomes  ecstatic  as 
he  turns  to  contemplate  the  picturesque 
beauty  of  the  rugged  cliffs  that  tower 
skyward  along  the  western  shore  of  this 
noble  inland  sea.  Architects  with  an. 
eye  to  artistic  effect  have  set  pretty 
dwellings  on  the  cultivated  ledges  hun- 
dreds of  feet  above  the  roadway ;  and 
gardens  containing  all  the  brightest- 
hued  flowers  that  grow  seem  literally  to 
hang,  without  visible  means  of  support, 
in  the  clefts  and  crevices  where  silvery 
cascades  send  down  their  prismy  man- 
tles. 


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>  » — VI  EW  people  realize  how  great  But  even  these  enormous  sums  are  by 
}B^  I  is  the  part  played  by  sport  no  means  the  whole  of  the  budget.  The 
"^^  ^  in  the  life  of  a  nation.  Most  same  writer  estimates  that  coursing 
of  us  think  of  the  hour  or  costs,  in  investment,  $2,600,000,  and  in 
two  spent  at  some  form  of  exercise  as  yearly  expenditures,  $1,587,000  ;  coach- 
a  pastime  which  has  little  or  no  bearing  ing,  $1,45 1,250  in  investment,  and  $1,188,- 
uponthe  political  or  economic  life  about  975  in  yearly  expenditure  ;  polo  costs  its 
us.  It  IS  when  the  figures  of  expenses  votaries  $425,000  in  invested  capital,  and 
paid  for  sport  are  put  before  us,  that  we  $552,500  in  annual  expenditure;  golf 
realize  that  such  enormous  sums  of  (there  are  some  seven  hundred  golf 
money  represent  an  element,  either  for  links  in  Great  Britain  now),  $2,625,000 
^ood  or  for  evil.  invested  in  laying  out  of  links,  building 
Harvard  University  last  year  con-  of  club-houses,  purchase-  of  clubs,  bags, 
ferred  the  honorary  degree  of  M.  A.  etc.,  etc.,  and  $3,627,750  annual  expendi- 
iipon  a  young  Englishman  who  devotes  tures  for  labor,  keeping  up  club-houses, 
a  great  part  of  his  time  to  studying  caddies,  professional  salaries,  golf  balls, 
the  furthering  of  the  interests  of  whole-  and  the  other  necessary  expenses,  in- 
some  sport.  It  was  Mr.  Lehmann,  a  eluding  traveling  ;  rowing,  in  vest  ed, 
graduate  of  Cambridge  University,  Eng-  $1,420,000,  annual  expenditure,  $2,871, - 
land,  who  received  this  distinguished  500;  football  and  cricket,  invested, 
mark  of  his  acceptability  to  the  powers  $53,815,000,  annual  expenditure,  $58,- 
that  beat  Harvard.  One  need  possess  560,000.  As  these  figiires  have  not  been 
tut  little  imagination  to  picture  the  seriously  questioned  among  the  sports- 
startling  change  from  the  Harvard  of  men  of  Great  Britain  we  may  infer  that 
one  hundred  years  ago  to  the  Harvard  some  $233,066,250  are  invested  perma- 
■of  to-day,  which  is  revealed  by  the  be-  nently  and  $223,887,725  spent  annually 
stowal  of  this  honor  upon  this  repre-  for  sport.  "W  hen  the  aggregate  expendi- 
sentative  of  pure  sport.  And  Harvard,  tures  in  any  one  direction  reach  such 
in  doing  this,  only  shows  on  a  small  proportions  as  these,  we  may  be  sure 
scale,  in  one  locality,  what  a  change  has  that  the  people  who  tax  themselves  thus 
taken  place  throughout  the  Anglo-Saxon  heavily  have,  at  any  rate  the  great  ma- 
world.  It  is  incongruous  to  no  one,  jority  of  them,  satisfied  themselves  that 
and  seems  a  very  wise  act  to  many  of  there  is  an  equivalent  of  some  kind  that 
us,  that  to-day  our  oldest  university  justifies  the  expenditure.  These  two 
should  confer  the  degree  of  Master  of  amounts  combined  only  fall  short  of 
Arts  upon  its  volunteer  teacher  of  row-  equaling  the  total  value  of  our  exports 
ing.  We  look  upon  it  nowadays  merely  to  Great  Britain  and  her  dependencies 
as  a  proper  appreciation  of  a  legitimate  for  the  year  1897  by  less  than  one  hun- 
moral  and  mental  activity.  dred  and  fifty  millions  of  dollars. 

But  let  us  look  at  the  matter  from  Perhaps    an    Englishman    would   say 

another   standpoint.     An   accepted   au-  that  these  expenditures  had  had  a  good 

thority   upon    all   matters   of   sport   in  deal   to    do  with    the   fact    that   Great 

Great  Britain  has  compiled  within  the  Britain  has  now  supreme  lordship  over 

last  few  years  some  figures  as  to  the  in-  eleven    million    square    miles   of   the 

vestments  and  expenditures  upon  sport  earth's  surface,  inhabited  by  a  popula- 

by  the,  in  round  numbers,  forty  million  tion  equaling  in  the  aggregate  probably 

inhabitants  of  those  islands.     His  esti-  one-fourth  of  the  total  population  of  the 

mates, whichhave  been  criticised  mainly,  earth.     But  whatever  explanation  is  of- 

be  it  said,  because  they  are  too  low,  are  :  fered  the  fact    remains  the  same,  and 

„     ,     ,.                 Invested.      Spent  Annually.  this  particular  fact    looms  SO  large,  not 

Foxhunting $78,035,000             $43,790,000  ^      K      „          ^t-.-^-         i^-         a- 

Shooting 20,^35,000           40.640,000  only  m  Great  Britain,   but  m  America, 

Rac'in"!..::-:::::.-::'    :S^^           ^^i^  that  it  is  worth  considering.     How  has 

Yachting 28,000,000           15,160,000  it  comc  about  that  wc  are  now  willing  to 

$i7o,77o"^        $.55,500,000  give  so  much  time,  money  and  attention 


SPORT'S  PLACE  IN   THE  NATION'S    WELL-BEING. 


383. 


to  sport  ?  What  returns  do  we  get  for 
our  money  ?  What  does  sport  teach  us 
of  such  great  value  that  our  cousins 
across  the  water  are  wilHng  to  pay  this 
new  pedagogue  so  Brobdingnagian  a 
salary  ? 

We  may  answer  these  questions,  and 
find  our  explanation  of  the  present  ap- 
parently exaggerated  position  of  sport — 
if  such  explanation  exists  at  all — by 
grouping  the  benefits  to  be  derived 
from  sport  under  their  two  main  heads, 
namely,  the  benefit  to  be  derived  from 
training  and  the  benefit  to  be  derived 
from  diversion.  Not  only  are  muscles 
and  sinews  strengthened  and  hardened, 
but  the  temper  and  the  will  are  trained 
as  well.  The  man  who  learns  to  spar, 
for  example,  not  only  schools  his  eye, 
his  hands  and  his  feet  to  respond  quickly 
when  called  upon,  but  he  learns  also, 
and  what  is  far  more  important,  to  keep 
his  temper  under  control  and  to  take  a 
pounding  cheerfully  ;  and  if  a  man  can 
translate  these  lessons  to  serve  in  the 
larger  affairs  of  life,  where  temper  is 
often  tempted,  and  where  poundings 
are  meted  out  to  all  of  us  with  pretty 
even  impartiality,  he  has  learnt  a  valu- 
able lesson.  But  every  sport  has  also 
the  valuable  effect  of  diverting  both 
mind  and  body.  A  sharp  gallop,  a  round 
of  golf,  a  week's  yachting,  changes  the 
current  of  one's  thoughts,  and  rests  the 
mind  as  well  as  the  body.  Every  sport, 
in  short,  offers  its  votaries  training  and 
diversion  ;  all  the  benefits  to  be  had 
from  sport  group  themselves  imder 
these  two  heads.  The  lad  at  his  row- 
ing, his  football,  his  baseball  or  his 
tennis,  needs  the  training  more  than  the 
diversion,  while  his  father  riding,  ^hoot- 
ing, golfing  or  yachting,  needs  the  diver- 
sion more  than  the  training.  But  both 
the  boy  and  the  man  get  both  a  nec- 
essary training  and  a  necessary  diver- 
sion from  their  pastimes,  whatever  they 
are. 

If,  however,  training  and  diversion 
are  all  sport  has  to  offer,  can  such  ben- 
efits as  these  account  for  the  huge  ex- 
penditures or  for  the  honorable  posi- 
tion of  the  best  class  of  advocates  of 
sport  ?  The  answer  must  be  "  Yes." 
But  the  answer  is  willingly  "Yes," 
if  we  stop  to  consider  the  value  of 
training  and  diversion,  if  we  remember 
also  that  nothing  offers  them  in  such 
agreeable  f^orm  as  this,  that,  or  the  other 
game.  \ 


The  first  settlers  in  this  country 
needed  no  sports  for  their  training  or 
for  their  diversion.  Building  their  own 
houses,  their  own  roads  and  bridges,  and 
defending  the  same  from  their  savage 
neighbors,  were  enough.  Civilization 
in  those  rough  years  was  a  gymnasium 
in  itself,  a  gymnasium,  too,  that  every 
citizen  was  obliged  to  attend.  But  in- 
creased prosperity,  and,  above  all,  steam 
and  electricity,  not  only  in  America, 
but  in  Europe,  have  done  away  with 
the  necessity  for  daily  daring  and  for 
constant  physical  exercise.  Mankind, 
however,  knows  intuitively  that  luxury 
is  his  most  insidious  foe.  If  we  are  no 
longer  obliged  to  ride,  or  to  walk,  in 
order  to  see  our  friends  or  to  attend  to 
our  business,  then  we  turn  to  and  make 
a  business  of  riding  or  walking,  of 
shooting  and  fishing,  of  climbing  mount- 
ains and  hunting  wild  game,  to  keep 
alive  in  us  the  hardier  virtues,  which  in 
the  beginning  made  our  forefathers  ca- 
pable of  winning  a  place  for  us  in  the 
world.  As  the  necessity  for  physical 
exertion  lessens  among  us,  the  artificial 
incentives  to  physical  exercise  increase, 
and  make  ever  more  and  more  disciples. 
As  wars  become  less  frequent,  gymna- 
siums and  field  sports  increase  in  num- 
ber and  popularity. 

It  is  often  said,  as  an  objection  to  this 
argument,  that  a  man  can  learn  self- 
control  and  show  high  courage  just  as 
well  by  doing  his  duty,  whatever  and 
wherever  it  happens  to  be.  It  is  not 
necessary  that  we  should  have  wars,  or 
rough  games  like  football  or  polo,  to 
steady  the  nerves  of  our  young  men,  to 
give  them  courage  and  to  teach  them  to 
take  care  of  themselves.  The  contro- 
versies and  temptations  and  hard  tasks 
of  daily  life  are  enough.  This  is  quite 
true.  Taking  care  of  a  sick  and  peevish 
child  is  a  tremendous  test  of  patience 
and  gentleness.  Bearing  the  frowns  of 
fortune  with  cheerfulness  and  in  silence 
shows  courage.  Keeping  oneself  well  in 
hand  through  the  various  worries  of 
daily  life,  in  business,  profession,  or  in 
the  home,  is  a  constant  schooling  of  the 
nerves.  Riding  a  horse  over  a  five- 
barred  gate  or  across  a  water-jump  is 
a  test  of  horsemanship,  but  before  these 
can  be  successfully  negotiated  it  is  nec- 
essary to  have  some  training  at  simpler  < 
feats  of  riding.  Thus  it  is  with  those 
other  matters.  The  lad  who  has  learnt 
self-control,  fair  play,  and  good  temper 


384 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


at  his  games  finds  it  easier  to  exercise 
these  same  high  qualities  in  the  more 
complicated  emergencies  of  daily  life. 
The  boy  who  has  ridden  about  the  pad- 
dock on  his  pony  with  a  blanket  for  a 
saddle  will  take  the  water-jump  just  so 
much  more  easily. 

There  is  a  German  proverb  which 
runs:  "When  the  devil  cannot  go  him- 
self he  sends  an  old  woman  !  "  There  is 
just  enough  of  truth  in  this  old-woman 
argument  against  our  rougher  games 
to  lead  one  to  believe  that  the  devil 
sent  her.  The  nation  which  governs 
almost  one-fourth  of  the  earth's  popula- 
tion, and  upon  the  whole  governs  well, 
spends  over  two  hundred  millions  an- 
nually upon  sport,  and  has  invested  in 
the  same  way  an  even  greater  sum.  Per- 
haps there  is  no  higher  test  of  a  man's 
all  -  round  abilities  than  his  power  to 
govern  wisely ;  at  any  rate,  it  is  a 
truth  to  be  borne  in  mind,  in  this  con- 
nection, that  the  governing  races  to-day 
are  races  of  sportsmen.  The  peoples  who 
play  games  are  inheriting  the  earth,  per- 
haps because  it  makes  thein  meek.  As 
a  matter  of  fact,  we  think  it  does  just 
that,  among  other  things.  The  French 
do  not  play  games,  and  Mr.  Benjamin 
Kidd  has  shown  how  the  population  of 
France  is  steadily  decreasing,  the  deaths 
having  outnumbered  the  births  there 
for  several  years  past.  The  Spaniards 
do  not  play  games,  and  travelers  in  and 
students  of  Spain,  and  the  Spanish, 
agree  that  their  two  most  salient  char- 
acteristics are  overweening  personal 
pride  and  cruelty.  The  Chinese  de- 
spise unnecessary  physical  exercise,  and 
can  scarcely  be  driven  to  fight,  even  for 
their  country,  and  their  lack  of  decision 
and  their  pulpy  condition  of  dependence 
are  now  all  too  manifest. 

We  are  not,  however,  in  this  paper, 
attempting  an  historical  retrospect  to 
prove  that  the  game-playing  nations 
have  been,  and  are,  the  most  likely  to 
survive.  We  wish  to  show  merely  that 
there  is  a  rational  philosophy  back  of 
what  may  seem  to  the  casual  onlooker 
merely  an  untamed  and  short  sighted 
fury  for  sport  just  at  this  present  time. 
On  the  contrary,  this  widespread  in- 
dulgence in  sport  is  nothing  new.  As 
we  have  said  already,  sport  is  merely 
artificial  work,  artificial  adventure,  arti- 
ficial colonizing,  artificial  war.  It  is 
shooting  at  a  mark  because  there  are 
no  enemies  to  shoot  at  ;  it  is   keeping 


the  muscles  hard  and  the  nerves  steady, 
and  the  head,  heart  and  body  under 
control  by  a  subterfuge,  now  that  the 
real  necessity  is  gone.  And  though 
there  are  certainly  higher  and  better 
tests  of  patience  and  self-control  and 
courage  than  are  required  at  football,  or 
golf,  or  hunting,  there  is  certainly  no 
better  preparation  to  bear  those  tests 
than  the  schooling  one  gets  by  playing 
these  same  games.  But  mark  well  just 
here  that  there  is  a  mighty  difference 
between  a  game  played  for  training  or 
for  diversion  and  a  game  played  as  a 
business  and  for  a  salary.  That  is  no 
longer  sport  but  business,  and  there  is 
nothing  more  degrading  than  to  give  all 
one's  attention,  and  one's  most  serious 
attention,  to  the  lighter  side  of  life. 
Society  is  good,  sport  is  good,  novel 
reading  is  good,  as  a  diversion  or  as  an 
avocation  ;  but  any  one  of  them  taken 
up  as  a  business,  as  a  vocation,  as  the 
sole  aim  in  life,  makes  but  a  sad  return 
to  its  devotee.  Sport  as  a  profession, 
we  quite  agree,  breeds  more  bullies, 
more  tricksters,  more  boasters,  than  any- 
thing else  that  we  can  name.  Sport, 
too,  even  in  the  hands  of  amateur  sports- 
men, may  produce  these  same  vulgar 
qualities.  As  soon  as  any  man  forgets 
that  sport  has  two  excuses,  and  two  only, 
for  being,  namely,  training  and  diver- 
sion, and  uses  it  to  make  money  or  to 
make  a  name,  uses  it  for  anything,  in 
short,  except  to  train  his  muscles,  his 
temper,  his  sense  of  fair  play,  except  to 
make  him  more  generous  to  opponents, 
or  to  divert  his  thoughts  from  weightier 
matters  and  engrossing  cares,  to  make 
him  more  fit,  in  short,  for  more  serious 
duties  and  higher  tasks,  then  he  be- 
comes a  professional  ;  and  just  in  so  far 
as  he  becomes  a  professional  he  acquires 
the  vices  that  almost  invariably  charac- 
terize the  jockey  and  the  prize-fighter. 

The  amateur  is  clearly  defined  in  the 
lines  : 

"  He  sets  his  heart  upon  the  goal, 
Not  upon  the  prize." 

And  we  are  treating  here  merely  of 
amateur  sport.  There  is  no  denying 
the  evils  of  professional  sport,  no  gain- 
saying the  harm  it  does  both  to  the  per- 
formers and  to  the  spectators.  Our  pro- 
fessional baseball,  with  its  paid  players 
and  its  thousands  of  smoking,  and  some- 
times umpire -mobbing,  spectators,  is 
doing  more  harm  than  good.  The  play- 
ers are  devoting  their  lives,  instead  of 


II 


SPORT'S  PLACE  IN   THE  NATION'S    WELL-BEING. 


3S5 


their  spare  time,  to  diversion  instead  of 
to  duty  ;  and  the  spectators  are  wasting 
two  or  three  hours  of  fresh  air  and  svm- 
shine  looking  at  what  they  ought  to  be 
doing.  Our  college  football  has  hap- 
pily been  dragged  away  from  this  same 
danger,  and  hereafter  the  games,  both 
big  and  little,  are  to  be  played,  as  they 
always  ought  to  have  been  played,  on 
the  college  grounds.  But  if  we  con- 
fine ourselves  to  amateur  sport  these 
arguments  against  playing  games  and 
playing  them  hard,  too,  fall  to  the 
ground. 

Possibly  the  greatest  foe  to  an  orderly 
and  useful  life  is  monotony.  The 
human  mind  and  the  human  body  wear 
out  easily  if  they  are  subjected,  day  in 
and  day  out,  to  a  steady  repetition  of 
the  same  thing.  The  brain  worker  must 
change  from  his  mathematics  to  a  novel, 
or  from  history  to  the  study  of  a  new 
language,  or  he  finds  his  mind  rusting. 
The  man  who  goes  from  his  house  to 
his  office  and  back  again,  seeing  the 
same  faces,  doing  the  same  duties, 
conning  over  the  same  figures,  watching 
the  same  movements  of  stocks  or  mer- 
chandise, or  the  teacher  going  over  and 
over  again  the  same  tasks,  or  the  Judge, 
hearing  every  day  the  same  round  of 
quarrels  and  definitions  and  criticisms, 
grows  restless  and  tired.  No  one  of 
these  men  may  recognize  that  monotony 
is  at  the  bottom  of  his  troubles,  but  the 
drip,  drip,  drip  wears  the  stone  away. 
Drink,  dissipation,  wickedness  of  various 
kinds,  are  put  down  to  various  reasons — 
to  disappointment,  to  failure,  to  lack  of 
self-control.  But,  in  reality,  iDack  of  all 
these  is  monotony.  These  failures  and 
shipwrecks  could  not  stand  the  deadly 
strain  of  life — and  a  deadly  strain  it  is 
in  our  cities,  for  most  men — because 
they  did  not  see  that  change  was  the 
medicine  they  needed.  For  the  rich, 
change  is  easy;  they  travel  and  change 
the  whole  environment.  For  the  great 
mass  of  men,  thus  to  change  the  whole 
environment  is  impossible,  and  they 
must  change  something  else,  and  the 
easiest  thing  of  all  to  change  is  one's 
occupation.  Just  here  is  where  sport 
comes  in,  in  our  artificial  civilization,  to 
fill  a  crying  need.  A  family  must  be 
poor  indeed  if  its  members  cannot  afford 
a  chess-board  or  a  checker-board,  a 
window-garden,  baseball  in  a  neigh- 
boring lot,  ■  a  ride  into  the  country  on 
the    trolley-cars     or     the     like,    while 


for  those  with  more  income  sport  in 
some  form  or  other  offers  itself  to  all 
who  are  able-bodied.  In  Great  Britain 
there  are  some  thirty  thousand  cricket 
and  football  clubs  alone,  the  members  of 
which  come  from  all  classes  of  society. 
Hands  from  the  factories,  clerks  in  small 
shops,  the  butcher,  the  baker,  the 
candle-stick  maker,  all  take  a  hand.  It 
breaks  up  the  monotony  of  life  for  them, 
as  the  yachting,  hunting,  golf,  and  other 
sports  do  for  their  more  fortunate  fel- 
lows. Sport  is  a  godsend  merely  from 
a  physiological-psychological  point  of 
view.  Even  if  nothing  is  said  of  the 
value  to  men  and  women  of  the  mere 
physical  exercise,  of  the  breathing  fresh 
air,  opening  the  pores,  driving  the 
sluggish  blood  along,  still  the  value  of 
diversion  is  enough  to  make  us  recognize 
sport  as  a  factor  to  be  treated  seriously 
in  any  study  of  political  economy.  If 
one  turns  from  the  mass  of  men  who 
labor  with  their  hands  to  those  who 
use  their  heads,  to  professional  men,  to 
business  men,  to  men  engaged  in  the 
arts,  upon  whom  the  nervous  strain  is 
even  greater,  one  sees  that  the  monotony 
of  life  tells  upon  them  terribly.  One 
need  only  look  about  him  and  count  the 
number  of  men  he  knows,  aged  three- 
score years  and  ten,  who  have  con- 
quered life,  and  are  well,  cheerful,  and 
with  a  competence  laid  by,  to  realize 
how  few  there  are  who  have  the  stuff  in 
them  to  quit  themselves  like  men.  "  It's 
dogged  as  does,  it !  "  and  it  is  also  the 
dull,  dogged  strain  of  life  that  does  for 
most  men  as  well.  Instead  of  taking  a 
change  often  and  rationally,  too  many 
men  wait  till  the  only  change  they  can 
relish  is  excitement,  mental  or  physical, 
and  then  follows  the  downfall. 

So  much  for  sport  as  a  diversion. 
Even  if  it  costs  two  hundred  millions 
annually  it  is  cheap  at  the  price.  Mr. 
Balfour's  golf.  Lord  Salisbury's  chemi- 
cal laboratory,  Lord  Rosebery's  racing- 
stable,  Mr.  Chamberlain's  orchids,  are 
diversions,  pastimes,  which  have  been 
worth  a  good  man)^  millions  to  Great 
Britain,  while  her  cricket  and  polo- 
playing,  her  hunting  and  shooting  men, 
have  won  territory,  and  governed  it 
afterward  for  her,  the  value  of  which 
can  hardly  be  computed  in  dollars  and 
cents. 

It  is  strange  that  we  Americans  have 
not  seen  the  value  of  physical  training 
in  our  own  country.     We  forget  that  the 


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hard  work  of  settling  a  new  country  has 
been  for  us  a  form  of  physical  exercise. 
The  Revolution,  the  short  naval  war  of 
1812,  the  war  of  1861-65,  ^^^  during-  all 
the  years  up  to  and  beyond  the  middle 
of  this  century,  life  had  been  hard  and 
rugged,  and  a  struggle  for  most  of  us. 
Those  were  hard  games  we  played 
against  the  Indians,  against  fierce  nature, 
against  England,  and  against  one  an- 
other in  the  sixties.  And  if  we  look 
about  us  and  take  stock  of  our  success- 
ful men,  we  find  that  they  come  from 
the  country,  from  the  stock  that  fought 
battles,  built  roads  and  bridges,  and 
lived  the  outdoor  life  of  the  sportsman. 
Our  bank  presidents,  college  presidents  ; 
the  President  of  the  United  States  and 
every  member  of  his  Cabinet ;  the  little 
knot  of  newspaper  editors  who  made 
the  Tribune,  the  Times  and  the  Sun; 
the  great  majority  of  the  men  of  light 
and  leading  and  respectability,  are  men 
who  had,  and  whose  fathers  had,  the 
training  of  the  sportsman;  that  is  to  say, 
they  had  plain  food,  they  learned  self- 
control  and  independence,  because  they 
had  little  money  and  few  to  lean  upon, 
and  they  lived  the  hardy,  healthy  life  of 
country  boj^s  of  poor  parents.  We  re- 
peat, therefore,  that  it  is  strange  that 
we  Americans  do  not  see  that  physical 
training,  that  real  sport,  has  had  much 
to  do  with  the  making  of  our  men. 
Wherever  you  turn,  in  business,  in  the 
professions,  you  find  representatives  of 
country  life  and  small  means  taking  the 
lead  in  the  city.  One  is  almost  led  to 
believe  that  no  other  training  can  fit  a 
man  to  stand  the  strain  of  city  life,  just 
as  we  have  seen  already  that  no  nation 
without  this  training  can  long  survive. 
And  one  is  certainly  well-nigh  con- 
vinced that  either  real  sport  or  artificial 
sport  is  the  only  tonic,  the  only  medi- 
cine, which  keeps  men  going,  once  they 
are  highly  civilized.  The  monoton}"  in 
most  lives  is  their  direst  foe  ;  sport  is 
the  easiest  diversion.  A  thorough  train- 
ing of  temper  and  muscles  and  nerves, 
and  a  forge tfulness  of  self,  and  a  meek- 
ness concerning  one's  relative  physical 
and  mental  prowess,  are  also  essential 
to  the  "  happy  warrior  "  in  life's  battle, 
and  these  characteristics  are  developed 
and  trained  by  good  sport  as  they  are 
trained  in  no  other  way.  In  short,  sport 
is  invaluable  when  it  helps  to  make  a 
man,  but  it  is,  we  reiterate,  ridiculous 
when  it  merely  produces   a   jockey,   a 


coachman,  a  bull-fighter,  a  prize-fighter 
or  a  billiard-marker.  Sport,  like  every- 
thing else,  when  abused  defeats  its  own 
end.  As  Hegel  says,  "  Anything  carried 
to  its  extreme  becomes  its  contrary." 
Even  literature  itself  becomes  highly 
ridiculous  when  it  results  merely  in  a 
long-haired  advertisement  of  effemi- 
nacy, put  up  for  hire  at  so  much  an 
hour. 

No  doubt  sport  fails  often  enough  to 
produce  the  ideal  sportsman,  but  that  is 
the  fault  of  the  man,  not  of  sport.  Edu- 
cation often  fails ;  religion  often  fails  ; 
literature,  as  we  have  just  noted,  often 
fails ;  but  no  one  blames  education,  re- 
ligion or  literature  for  these  failures.  If 
a  boy  can  play  football  and  baseball,  or 
pull  an  oar,  or  spar,  and  not  learn  to  be 
patient,  to  keep  his  temper,  to  be  gentle, 
to  be  obedient,  and  slow  to  criticise  the 
motives  of  others,  then  sport  has  done 
him  little  good.  If  a  man  can  play  polo, 
sail  a  yacht,  hunt  wild  game,  ride  to 
hounds,  and  not  learn  to  give  and  take 
without  malice,  not  learn  to  respect  the 
opinions,  motives  and  differing  abilities 
of  the  different  classes  of  men  he  meets, 
then  he,  too,  has  gained  very  little  from 
his  exercise.  A  sad  example  of  lack  of 
sportsmanship  was  exhibited  only  the 
other  day  in  New  York,  when  a  regi- 
ment on  the  march  to  camp  indulged  in 
prolonged  hisses  as  it  passed  the  armory 
doors  of  a  regiment  that  elected  not  to 
go.  That  was  a  time  when  silence  was 
sportsmanlike,  and  hissing  showed  the 
cad.  In  the  first  place,  men  must  not  be 
judged  off-hand  by  those  who  do  not 
know  their  motives  ;  in  the  second  place,, 
no  man  ought  to  be  willing  to  insult 
another  man  when  he  is  not  present ;  in 
the  third  place,  when  a  man  takes  an  un- 
popular stand  he  handicaps  himself  to 
just  that  extent,  and  no  fair-  minded  man 
takes  advantage  of  him  while  he  is  in 
that  position.  Now,  good  sport  teaches 
those  three  lessons  better,  perhaps,  than 
any  other  one  agency,  unless  it  be  Chris- 
tianity. A  yachtsman  may  think  some 
order  given  him  by  the  man  at  the  helm 
in  a  squall  is  all  wrong,  but  he  obeys 
because  he  has  learhed  over  and  over 
again  that  it  is  not  his  business  to  ques- 
tion the  motives  of  the  man  in  command; 
in  the  second  place,  no  sportsman  ever 
wishes  to  win  any  kind  of  a  match  by 
default ;  many  sportsmen  decline  to  win 
under  those  circumstances  ;  in  the  third 
place,  if  a  fencer  snaps  his  foil,  or  a  ten- 


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nis- player  drops  his  racquet,  what  sports- 
manlike opponent  cares  to  make  his  point 
against  a  helpless  antagonist  ?  Thus  may 
all  the  fundamental  rules  of  honest  sport 
be  translated  directly  into  the  rules  that 
ought  to  govern  life.  The  above  is  only 
one  illustration  of  many  that  might  be 
used  to  show  the  same  thing.  The  rules 
of  amateur  sport,  written  and  under- 
stood, are  really,  though  in  different 
phraseology,  the  rules  for  the  making 
of  the  highest  type  of  manhood.  Cer- 
tainly it  is  not  book-learning,  ability  to 
pass  examinations,  or  any  racial  brill- 
iancy of  intellect,  which  have  made  the 
British  successful  colonizers,  while  the 
French  have  failed  signally.  The  ability 
to  give  and  take,  the  personal  independ- 
ence of  a  man  often  obliged  to  take 
care  of  himself  away  from  the  artificial 
resources  of  civilization,  a  certain  gen- 
tleness which  belongs  to  the  strong,  and 
confidence  which  grows  rapidly  with 
success  ;  these  qualities  make  the  colo- 
nizer and  the  effective  ruler,  and  these 
qualities  are  bred  in  great  masses  of  men 
only  by  the  drilling  of  the  army,  or  the 
large  boys'  schools,  or  well-conducted 
sport.  The  Frenchman,  the  Italian,  or 
even  the  Spaniard  is  a  far  quicker  man 
mentally  than  the  Englishman,  but  they 
are  all  far  inferior  to  the  American  or 
the  Englishman  in  the  fundamental  vir- 
tues that  make  a  first-rate  man.  Steadi- 
ness, truthfulness,  loyalty,  resourceful- 
ness, endurance  and  gentleness  ;  these 
win  as  over  against  any  other  qualities. 
And  they  win  logically,  because  even 
weaker  races  see  that  such  virtues  are 
the  more  lasting.  As  a  result,  in  India 
the  natives  will  lend  their  hoarded  wealth 
to  their  English  rulers,  while  they  hide 
it  from  their  native  rulers  ;  and  the  An- 
glo-Saxon's word  has  come  to  be  more 
valuable  in  the  markets  of  the  world 
than  other  men's  bonds,  and  all  because 
there  is  a  man  behind  it. 

We  are  apt  in  this  new  country  to  de- 
cry the  value  of  sport,  and  to  overrate 
the  value  of  a  technical  education. 
France  is  an  educated  nation,  her  sons 
drilled  and  drilled  to  pass  civil  service 
examinations,  and  her  lot,  either  at 
home  or  abroad,  is  not  one  that  we 
would  wish  to  see  duplicated  here.  Ger- 
many is  another  under-exercised,  over- 
studied  country,  and  we  should  hardly 
care  to  see  our  country  the  battle- 
ground between  socialism  and  militar- 
ism, as  is  the  case  there.     Or,  to  turn  to 


another  aspect  of  th-^  general  question, 
it  is  noticeable  to  the  most  careless  ob- 
server how  differently  the  sport-loving 
peoples  treat  their  duinb  animals  as 
compared  with  the  treatment  they  re- 
ceive in  Italy  or  Spain,  for  example.  In 
New  York  or  London  the  brutalities  of 
the  drivers  of  public  carriages  in  Naples 
would  call  out  a  mob  in  the  streets 
ready  to  avenge  the  cruelty  practiced 
upon  dumb  brutes. 

It  may  seem  exaggerated  to  claim  all 
these  virtues  as  a  result  of  the  practice 
of  manly  sports.  No  more  so,  however, 
than  to  make  the  same  claim  for  educa- 
tion, or  for  culture  in  general.  Every 
now  and  then  there  crops  out  in  this 
republic  the  notion  that  if  our  more 
cultured  citizens  were  our  rulers  th^t 
we  should  be  much  better  off.  We  very 
much  doubt  it.  If  our  more  manly  citi- 
zens could  rule  us,  then,  no  doubt,  we 
should  be  better  off.  But  there  is  a 
freakiness  and  finicalness,  an  inability 
to  give  and  take,  a  general  rubbing  and 
creaking  of  machinery  amongst  men 
developed  only  on  the  one  side  of  the 
mind,  which  always,  everywhere,  makes 
them  objectionable  as  rulers.  Boxing 
is  just  as  likely  to  make  a  man  meek  as 
books,  but  if  you  have  a  bully  to  deal 
with  neither  the  boxing  nor  the  books 
will  avail  anything,  and  he  becomes 
almost  more  objectionable  as  an  editor 
than  as  a  prize-fighter.  Of  course  sport 
will  fail,  just  as  every  other  agency  will 
fail,  with  certain  men.  On  the  other 
hand,  for  the  great  majority  of  men, 
well-conducted  sport  will  teach  them 
fortitude,  gentleness,  meekness,  and  fair 
play,  as  no  other  agency  yet  invented 
by  man  can  do.  It  was  no  mere  epi- 
gram of  the  Iron  Duke  about  the  play- 
ing fields  of  Eton,  and  Waterloo.  There 
was  a  direct  connection,  just  as  there  is 
a  direct  connection  between  that  hardy, 
plain-living  family  of  Deweys  from 
Vermont,  and  Manila.  Somehow  or  oth- 
er, if  the  mind  alone  is  trained,  there 
is  an  unsteadiness  about  the  man.  It  is 
necessary — let  the  psychologist  tell  us 
why — to  make  the  body  gentle,  to  make 
the  body  hardy,  to  make  the  body  true 
and  clean,  in  order  to  make  and  keep 
the  mind  gentle,  hardy,  true  and  clean. 

But,  alas  for  us  all,  if  sport  itself  is  to 
be  turned  into  an  enemy.  If  we  are  to 
cheat  at  football,  and  quarrel  over  our 
rowing,  and  lose  our  tempers  at  golf, 
and  shoot  our  pigeons  for  gate-mone)^ 


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and  money  prizes,  and  call  one  another 
names  at  our  yachting,  and  bluster  and 
boast  over  our  boxing,  then  there  can 
be  nothing  more  degrading  to  every  one 
who  takes  part  in  it  than  sport.  On  the 
other   hand,  if   our   sports   are  kept  in 


good  hands,  if  they  are  well  conducted,, 
we  need  not  fear  to  spend  millions  upon 
them,  neither  need  we  fear  that  they 
will  do  harm.  In  a  word,  honest  sport 
needs  no  apology,  while  for  profession- 
alized sport  there  is  no  excuse. 


YnCHT^RaClNO    WraHKLI 


BY  A.  J.  KENEALY. 


YACHT  RACING,  as  now  practiced, 
has  attained  to  the  dignity  of  an 
art.  In  the  first  place  the  yacht 
must  be  of  perfect  form,  pro- 
pelled by  sails  of  such  material  and  scien- 
tific cut  as  to  drive  her  through  the  water 
at  the  highest  possible  speed.  Her  spars 
and  rigging  should  be  an  efficient  com- 
bination of  strength  and  lightness,  ca- 
pable of  resisting  the  severest  strains 
while  at  the  same  time  possessing  the 
minimum  of  weight. 

Then  the  yacht  thus  constructed  must 
have  a  skipper  and  a  crew  no  leoS  effi- 
cient and  capable,  if  every  inch  of  her 
latent  speed  is  sought  to  be  developed. 
Zeal,  smartness,  experience  and  sound 
judgment  are  the  four  cardinal  points 
of  the  yacht-racing  compass;  and  with- 
out these  predominant  qualities  in  the 
ship's  company,  prizes  can  never  be  won, 
in  spite  of  the  most  strenuous  efforts  of 
designer,  builder,  and  sailmaker. 

These  opening  remarks  fully  apply  to 
yachts  of  all  sizes,from  the  largest  racing 
schooner  to  the  tiniest  "  single-sticker." 

Personally  I  favor  craft  of  moderate 
size  in  which  to  learn  and  practice  the 
yacht-racing  art,  which  is  a  science  in 
itself  apart  from  seamanship.  A  man 
may  be  an  excellent  seaman  and 
navigator,  capable  of  commanding  a 
vessel  in  a  cruise  round  the  world,  of 
threshing  a  fore-and-aft-rigged  boat  off 
a  lee  shore  in  a  gale  of  wind,  or  making 
a  big  square-rigger  scud  safely  before  a 
hurricane  off  the  Horn.  But  place  him 
at  the  tiller  of  say  a  thirty-footer  sur- 
rounded by  a  dozen  of  her  class  all 
jockeying  for  the  weather  berth  in  a  one- 
gun  start  and  about  30  seconds  to  elapse 
before  gun-fire,  and  if  this  is  his  first 
experience  he  is  very  apt  to  get "  rattled  " 
and  lose  his  head.  It  is  in  truth  a 
trying  time.  The  man  in  command  has 
much  to  think  of  and  bear  in  mind.  He 
must  have  the  rules  of  the  road  at  sea 


at  his  fingers'  ends.  He  must  be  an  ac- 
curate judge  of  distance,  and  so  gauge 
time  and  space  that  his  boat  shall  cross 
the  imaginary  line  marking  the  starting 
point  at  the  precise  moment  the  gun  is 
fired  by  the  race  committee.  If  he 
crosses  before  the  gun  he  has  to  go  back 
and  make  a  fresh  start,  being  conscious 
all  the  time  that  he  is  the  victim  of  the 
scarcely  concealed  smiles  of  his  op- 
ponents. If  he  is  behind  the  gun  by 
ever  so  few  seconds  he  is  aware  that 
these  seconds  will  all  count  against  him 
at  the  end  of  the  contest.  From  start  to 
finish  he  will  find  himself  opposed  by 
"  sea-jockeys "  who  will  do  their  level 
best  to  get  him  under  their  lee  and  keep 
him  thereto©,  blanketed  most  effectually 
until  he  has  lost  the  race.  They  will 
strive  their  prettiest  to  make  him  lose 
his  nerve  and  perpetrate  some  huge 
blunder  that  shall  knock  into  a  cocked 
hat  his  chance  of  victory.  Only  he  who 
has  been  through  the  ordeal  can  realize 
its  severity. 

Some  men  are  so  constituted  by  nature 
that  they  become  racing  skippers  in- 
stinctively as  it  were;  others  may  try 
for  years  and  never  achieve  even 
mediocrity. 

The  man  desirous  of  obtaining  dis- 
tinction in  the  arena  of  yacht-racing, 
supposing  he  decides  to  build  a  yacht  of 
his  own  so  that  the  luster  appertaining 
to  her  achievements  shall  be  inevitably 
associated  with  his  name,  should,  in  the 
first  place,  have  a  full  and  business-like 
understanding  with  his  designer,  who 
will  only  be  happy  to  meet  him  half  way 
and  will  cheerfully  name  the  honorarium 
for  his  draught.  The  designer  supplies 
drawings,  plans,  and  specifications,  and 
supervises  the  work  of  the  builder. 

The  builder's  duty  is  to  furnish  an 
estimate  of  the  cost  of  such  yacht, 
which  estimate,  if  accepted  by  the 
yachtsman,  is   embodied   in  an  agree- 


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ment  that  takes  the  leg^al  form  of  a  con- 
tract, after  being-  signed. 

A  yacht,  in  the  interesting  process  of 
construction,  possesses  a  sort  of  hyp- 
notic attraction  to  the  man  it  is  being- 
built  for.  He  haunts  the  shipyard  from 
the  hour  the  men  turn  to  in  the  morn- 
ing to  the  time  they  knock  off  at  night. 
Naturally,  he  is  anxious  to  see  how  she 
progresses.  If  he  were  a  wise  man  he 
would  keep  religiously  aloof  from  the 
scene  of  operations,  and  leave  the  work 
of  inspection  and  supervision  to  his 
naval  architect. 

The  owner  frequently  suggests 
changes  from  the  specifications,  which, 
in  all  cases,  entail  considerable  ex- 
pense. These  alterations  are  quite  justly 
charged  for  by  the  builder  as  "  extra 
work  ;  "  and  if  the  owner  is  a  good  hand 
at  "suggesting,"  as  the  tyro  generally 
is,  the  bill  for  "  extra  work  "  makes  a  big 
item  when  the  final  account  is  rendered. 
I  have  known  it  to  amount  to  as  much 
as  $500  on  a  $2,000  craft.  Sometimes 
vexatious  litigation  follows. 

All  this  trouble  may  be  avoided  by 
having  a  clause  inserted  in  the  contract 
to  the  effect  that  no  work  done  on 
the  yacht  without  a  written  order, 
signed  by  the  designer,  and  counter- 
signed by  the  owner,  shall  be  deemed 
extra  work.  The  careful  builder  will 
insist  on  such  a  clause  if  he  is  alive  to 
his  best  interests. 

It  is  customary  with  some  builders  to 
have  a  sail-loft  annex  to  the  shipyard, 
and  these  men  are,  in  most  cases,  anx- 
ious to  contract  for  the  sails  as  well  as 
for  the  hull  of  a  boat.  I  should  not  ad- 
vise any  yacht-owner  who  contemplates 
racing  his  craft  to  employ  anyone  but 
the  most  skilful  manipulator  of  duck  to 
make  his  sails,  which  are  of  as  much 
consequence  as  the  hull  itself  so  far  as 
the  winning  of  cups  and  prizes  is  con- 
cerned. 

The  man  of  fashion,  ambitious  of  be- 
ing well  attired,  so  as  to  shine  socially, 
doesn't  go  to  Baxter  street  for  a  dress 
suit.  Neither  does  a  yachtsman  patron- 
ize a  tentmaker  for  a  racing  mainsail  or 
a  well-cut  jib.  There  is  no  objection  to 
the  shipbuilder  contracting  for  the  sails 
if  he  desires  to  make  a  little  extra 
money,  but  the  yacht  owner  should  take 
care  that  the  name  of  the  sailmaker  ap- 
pears in  the  contract,  and  this  will  be  a 
sufficient  guarantee  for  first-class  work. 
There  are   many  firms   in  the   United 


States  justly  famous  as  yacht  sailmak- 
ers,  and  these  are  of  such  high  standing 
that  their  names  marked  on  the  sails 
supplied  insiires  the  best  in  the  way  of 
cut  and  the  quality  of  material.  It  is  a 
great  mistake  to  exercise  any  cheese- 
paring economy  on  a  yacht's  means  of 
propulsion,  whether  it  be  steam  or  duck. 
The  best  in  the  market,  whether  it  be 
machinery  or  sails,  is  none  too  good. 

A  cruising  craft  with  a  Slovenly  or 
slatternly  owner  may,  perhaps,  be  con- 
tent with  a  suit  of  sails  that  fits  like  a 
purser's  shirt  on  a  handspike,  with  a 
mainsail  all  abag  and  headsails  that 
would  disgrace  a  coal  barge  ;  but  even  a 
cruising  craft  may  be  caught  on  a  lee 
shore  with  a  gale  of  wind,  and  perhaps 
the  owner  will  curse  his  fatuous  econo- 
my when  he  has  tried  in  vain  to  claw  off 
the  beach  with  his  baggy  sails  and  finds 
that  his  craft  is  crunching  to  pieces  in 
the  surf  and  he  himself  is  struggling 
for  life  in  the  treacherous  undertow. 

The  rig  of  a  racing  yacht  should  be 
no  more  neglected  than  her  sails.  The 
spars  should  be  hollow  on  20-footers  and 
all  in  excess  of  that  class.  The  stand- 
ing rigging  should  be  of  silver- steel 
wire,  set  up  by  turnbuckles.  The  blocks 
should  be  strong  and  light,  and  the  run- 
ning rigging  of  the  best  quality.  There 
should  not  be  a  superfluous  ounce  of 
weight  in  the  craft  alow  or  aloft  if  the 
winning  of  cups  is  what  the  owner  has 
in  view. 

If  a  man  has  neither  the  means  nor 
the  inclination  to  build  a  boat  of  his 
own  he  need  not  despair.  There  are 
always  in  the  market  a  number  of  serv- 
iceable boats.  A  shrewd  buyer,  if  he 
keeps  his  weather  eye  open,  may  pick 
up  a  rare  bargain.  It  is  his  own  fault 
if  he  gets  the  worst  of  the  transaction. 
Given  a  good  designer  and  a  good  build- 
er in  the  first  place,  he  may  safely  con- 
clude that  the  craft  he  has  his  eye  on 
was  not  a  "  gingerbread  "  boat  when  she 
was  launched. 

Unless  the  purchaser  is  well  versed  in 
boats  I  should  by  all  means  advise  him 
to  have  the  craft  surveyed  by  a  compe- 
tent man,  whose  charge  will  be  mod- 
erate. It  is  sure  to  be  money  saved. 
A  boat  with  a  bulb  fin  or  a  heavily 
weighted  centerboard  is  peculiarly  sus- 
ceptible to  strains  and  wrenches  which 
a  tyro  would  be  likely  to  pass  over,  but 
which  would  be  clearly  apparent  to  the 
unerring  eye  of  an  expert  professional. 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


We  will  now  assume  that  either  by 
buying  or  building  the  amateur  yachts- 
man has  come  into  possession  of  a  craft 
which  he  intends  to  race  this  season.  If 
he  has  had  the  vessel  built  to  his  order, 
the  designer  will  have  seen  that  she 
complies  with  the  specifications,  which, 
of  course,  include  all  gear  necessary  for 
her  mug-hunting  efforts.  If  he  has 
purchased  a  second-hand  vessel,  after 
having  her  surveyed  by  a  competent 
naval  architect  it  might  be  well  to  learn 
from  him  what  repairs,  if  any,  are  need- 
ed to  her  hull  or  her  rigging.  The  next 
thing  to  do  is  to  obtain  estimates  for 
making  the  repairs  ;  and  unless  the 
yachtsman  is  an  old  hand  at  the  busi- 
ness, and  knows  approximately  what 
should  be  the  cost  of  such  work,  I  should 
advise  him  to  obtain  figures  from  two 
or  more  concerns  if  extensive  work  is 
called  for. 

It  is  unbusinesslike  and  unsatisfactory 
to  order  a  master  shipwright  to  haul  a 
yacht  out  and  make  such  alterations 
and  repairs  as  he  inay  deem  requisite, 
but  examples  of  such  fatuousness  have 
been  known,  and  have  afforded  much 
profit  to  lawyers  and  much  unhappiness 
to  clients  on  both  sides.  A  shipwright 
may  have  views  of  his  own  about  a  rac- 
ing yacht,  and  it  is  inadvisable  to  give 
carte  blanche  to  any  builder  of  ships,  or 
even  of  houses.  While  your  boat  is 
being  repaired,  ship  your  sailing  master, 
scrutinizing  his  references  as  to  ability 
and  character  with  care,  and  if  possible 
supplement  this  examination  by  an  in- 
terview with  his  last  employer  before 
engaging  him. 

Of  course,  much  depends  upon  the 
size  of  your  craft  and  the  depth  of  your 
pocket.  A  Hank  Haff  or  a  Charley 
Barr  would  be  too  expensive  a  luxury 
for  a  craft  of  modest  dimensions,  and  a 
boat-owner  in  matters  of  this  kind  must 
depend  much  upon  his  own  judgment ; 
it  is  impossible  to  give  him  advice  ex- 
cept in  the  most  general  way. 

A  good  many  useful  hints  may  be 
gained  by  reading  an  article  on  "  The 
Overhauling  of  a  Yacht,"  which  ap- 
peared in  the  March  number  of  Outing. 

As  soon  as  your  craft  is  fitted  out 
place  her  in  commission,  and  proceed  to 
become  acquainted  with  her.  Prizes 
are  won  only  by  hard  work,  and  if  you 
intend  to  make  a  record  for  yourself  and 
your  craft  you  can  attain  your  end  by 
honest  industry  only. 


The  personnel  of  the  racing  yacht  is 
of  the  greatest  importance,  and,  if  not  of 
the  best,  the  career  of  the  vessel  is  not 
likely  to  be  crowned  with  the  laurels  of 
.success.  As  has  been  hinted  above,  the 
man  in  command  must  be  possessed  of 
exceptional  qualities  seldom  combined 
in  the  individual.  He  must  have  the 
rare  gift  of  personal  magnetism,  the  art 
of  inspiring  enthusiasm,  of  compelling 
victory.  A  cool  head  is  no  less  necessary 
than  are  nerves  of  steel.  He  must  be 
a  splendid  helmsman,  a  good  practical 
seaman  and  a  skillful  navigator.  When 
you  have  summed  up  all  these  qualifi- 
cations you  mayhap  will  wonder  where 
the  Admirable  Crichton  combining  them 
•  all  can  be  found.  And  yet  he  exists 
in  large  numbers,  ready  for  a  mod- 
est compensation  to  give  you  of  his  best 
at  all  times  from  the  hour  of  a  yacht's 
launch  to  the  day  when  she  is  paid  out 
of  commission  for  good. 

I  strongly  advise  a  yacht-owner  who 
thinks  he  has  the  skill  and  knowledge 
requisite  for  the  command  of  his  craft 
to  act  as  his  own  captain,  and  dispense 
with  the  services  of  a  professional  sail- 
ing master.  Let  him  ship  a  competent 
man  as  mate  and  give  him  to  understand 
that  his  duty  is  to  carry  out  the  owner's 
orders,  and  simply  to  act  as  executive 
officer.  It  is  impossible  that  a  yacht  can 
have  two  captains  and  turn  out  a  cup 
winner.  Jacob  found  two  wives  in  the 
same  house  quite  incompatible  ;  and  the 
discipline  of  a  racing  craft  with  the 
owner  and  the  sailing  master  both  issu- 
ing commands  at  the  same  time,  is  not 
unlikely  to  be  lax, and  with  lax  discipline, 
races  cannot  be  won. 

The  crew  pays  no  respect  or  regard 
to  a  captain  whose  owner  is  constantly 
interfering  with  him,  issuing  counter 
orders  and  in  other  ways  violating  the 
written  and  unwritten  laws  and  tradi- 
tions of  yachting  rules  and  etiquette. 
A  sailing  master  who  respects  himself 
will  insist  upon  all  the  privileges  of  his 
position  to  which  he  is  entitled.  He 
should  not  be  expected  to  combine  the 
servility  of  a  lackey  with  the  skill  of  a 
seaman,  as  he  is  not  infrequently  called 
upon  to  do  by  yacht-owners  devoid  of 
experience  and  tact. 

A  racing  skipper  of  repute  will  know 
his  place  and  will  keep  it.  His  duty  is 
to  have  his  boat  in  proper  trim  for 
whatever  contests  she  may  be  entered 
during  the  season.     The  gear  must  be 


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in  the  best  condition,  the  sails  in  the 
most  perfect  order,  and  the  vessel's  hull 
smooth  and  polished  for  every  race. 
Moreover,  his  crew,  large  or  small,  must 
be  thoroughly  drilled  and  disciplined. 
"  Silence  fore  and  aft ;  every  man  to  his 
station,"  used  to  be  the  command  on  the 
old  line-of-battle  ships  just  before  going 
into  action.  The  same  order  applies 
equally  to  the  crew  of  a  yacht  from  the 
moment  the  preparatory  gun  is  fired 
until  the  race  is  ended.  Every  man 
should  have  his  proper  station,  and 
whenever  the  order  to  go  about,  to  make 
sail  or  shorten  sail,  is  given,  he  should 
repair  smartly  to  his  post  and  there  do 
his  duty  to  the  best  of  his  ability.  In 
an  ill-disciplined  craft  it  is  generally  all 
bawl  and  no  haul,  with  correspondingly 
disappointing  results. 

And  here  in  a  parenthesis  permit  me 
to  counsel  the  owner  of  the  boat  to  in- 
sist upon  the  observance  by  the  talented 
amateurs  whom  he  may  bring  aboard  to 
assist  his  regular  crew,  of  the  golden  rule 
of  silence.  The  cook  to  the  foresheet, 
the  cobbler  to  his  last,  and  the  green- 
horn to  the  place  on  board  where  he 
will  do  the  least  harm  and  be  as  little  as 
possible  in  the  way  of  the  active  and  in- 
telligent workers,  be  they  professionals 
or  amateurs. 

It  is  gratifying  to  all  lovers  of  the 
sport  that  race  committees  now  are  in 
the  habit  of  starting  the  yachts  exactly 
at  tlie  time  advertised — that  is  if  wind 
and  weather  permit.  The  old  custom  of 
waiting  half  an  hour  or  so  for  lazy  lag- 
gards to  reach  the  line  is  happily  going 
out  of  fashion.  As  a  general  rule,  there 
is  no  plausible  excuse  for  a  yacht  being 
late,  as  under  ordinary  circumstances 
arrangements  can  easily  be  made  for 
arriving  on  the  scene,  either  in  tow  or 
under  sail,  in  good  season  for  the  start, 

A  smart  racing  skipper  will  take  care 
that  he  is  on  the  spot  long  before  the 
hour  ;  that  all  his  flying  kites  are  ready 
for  setting  in  a  hurry  ;  that  there  shall 
be  no  delay  in  spreading  the  spinnaker 
to  the  breeze  when  the  time  arrives  for 
that  big  and  important  sail  to  come  into 
play.  Many  a  race  has  been  lost  by  the 
slovenly  rounding  of  a  mark,  followed 
by  a  lack  of  smartness  in  getting  the 
spinnaker  -  pole  lowered  and  the  sail 
boom-ended. 

Another  duty  appertaining  to  the 
captain  before  the  race  is  to  see  that  he 
is  provided  with  a  copy  of  the  "  sailing 


directions  "  issued  by  the  regatta  com- 
mittee. These  directions  give  the  courses 
to  be  sailed,  with  instructions  as  to  the 
rotmding  of  marks,  whether  they  are  to 
be  passed  to  starboard  or  port,  etc.,  etc. 
These  the  skipper  should  study  care- 
fully and  master,  so  that  when  the  time 
arrives  his  vessel  shall  not  be  disquali- 
fied by  the  wrong  rounding  of  a  light- 
ship, a  buoy  or  other  mark. 

If  explicit  directions  are  not  laid 
down  clearly  and  specifically  in  the 
document,  the  sailing  -  master  or  the 
owner  should  make  it  his  business  to  go 
to  headquarters  and  obtain  the  requisite 
instructions.  This  is  seldom  necessary, 
as  race  committees  nowadays  pay  bet- 
ter attention  to  their  duties  and  perform 
them  more  intelligently  than  they  used 
to  in  the  rather  slipshod  times  of  long 
ago.  But  to  err  is  human  ;  so  the  alert 
skipper  will  take  no  chances,  but  will 
satisfy  himself  on  all  such  matters  long 
before  the  race  is  started. 

In  illustration  of  the  importance  of 
this  proceeding  permit  me  to  refer  to 
a  historic  international  incident  which 
happened  to  Mr.  James  Ashbury's 
schooner  Livonia  in  her  contest  for  the 
America's  Cup  on  October  18,  187 1. 
Her  opponent  was  the  schooner  Colmn- 
bia,  owned  by  Mr.  Franklin  Osgood, 
who  brought  the  written  instructions 
aboard  previous  to  the  start  and  handed 
them  to  the  captain.  The  course  was 
from  Sandy  Hook  lightship  to  a  mark- 
boat  anchored  twenty  miles  east-north- 
east, and  return.  The  lynx-eyed  skipper 
read  the  instructions  carefully  and  said, 
"  There  is  no  direction  as  to  turning  the 
mark  ;  how  shall  I  turn  it  ?  " 

"  I'll  go  and  see,"  replied  Mr.  Osgood, 
and  boarding  his  gig  he  went  to  the 
committee-boat,  and  returned  with  the 
direction,  "Turn  as  you  please." 

The  Livonia  led  to  the  mark  and 
seemed  a  sure  winner,  but  her  skipper, 
following  the  English  rule  to  leave  all 
marks  on  the  starboard  hand  when  no 
directions  are  given,  gybed  round  the 
mark  all  standing,  at  the  imminent  risk 
of  losing  his  topmast,  the  breeze  being 
quite  brisk.  This  naturally  drove  him 
far  to  leeward,  and  he  lost  considerable 
time  in  luffing  up  to  trim  his  sheets  in 
flat  for  the  beat  home. 

On  the  other  hand  the  skipper  of  Co- 
lumbia, knowing  that  he  could  turn  the 
mark  either  way,  luffed  round  the  light- 
ship, trimming  sheets  flat  as  she  tacked, 


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shooting  far  to  windward  of  her  op- 
ponent, and  beating  her  eventually  4ni. 
35s.  on  elapsed  time.  Mr.  Ashbury  pro- 
tested. His  protest  was  disallowed  on 
the  ground  that  the  sailing  regulations 
left  the  manner  of  turning  the  stake- 
boat  optional. 

My  dear  old  friend  the  late  Captain 
Cofhn,  who  sailed  on  the  Columbia  in 
the  race  mentioned,  assured  me  that  if 
Livonia  had  luffed  round  the  mark,  in- 
stead of  gybing,  she  would  certainly 
have  won  the  race,  as  the  wind  hauled, 
making  it  a  reach  home  with  no  wind- 
ward work,  and  Columbia,  under  the 
circumstances,  could  never  have  over- 
hauled the  Britisher.  The  decision  of 
the  committee  caused  Mr.  Ashbury  to 
threaten  to  take  the  matter  to  the 
courts. 

From  this  instance  it  will  be  seen  how 
important  it  is  to  be  provided  with  full 
directions  as  to  sailing  a  race,  and  how 
unpleasant  consequences  and  sea-lawyer- 
like complications  may  be  avoided  by 
making  sure  that  you  are  right  before 
going  ahead. 

The  yacht  with  fair  speed,  well- cut 
sails,  good  gear,  and  a  smart  skipper 
and  crew  has  always  a  chance  of  win- 
ning, no  matter  how  much  faster  her 
chief  opponent  may  be.  Better  hand- 
ling, a  more  intimate  acquaintance  with 
tides  and  currents,  a  lucky  shift  of  wind, 
the  carrying  away  of  something  on  the 
rival  vessel — all  these  are  contingencies 
encountered  every  day  during  the  sea- 
son. The  alert  skipper  will,  therefore, 
sail  the  race  every  inch  of  the  course 
with  the  same  zeal  and  alacrity  as  though 
he  were  in  the  lead.  He  will  never  give 
up,  and  no  matter  how  badly  defeated, 
will  cross  the  line  at  the  finish  and  let 
the  regatta  committee  take  his  time. 
It  is  unsportsmanlike  to  retire  from  a 
race  unless  it  blows  too  hard  to  keep  on 
or  something  carries  away. 

A  sailing-master  who  is  unable  to 
maintain  proper  discipline  among  the 
crew  is  unfit  for  command.  I  don't 
mean  that  he  should  haze  his  sailors,  or 
swear  at  them,  or  treat  them  harshly. 
He  should,  however,  insist  upon  civility, 
prompt  obedience  to  orders,  and  smart- 
ness in  executing  them.  Sobriety  and 
cleanliness  are,  of  course,  indispensable 
qualities  of  the  yacht  sailor.  The  pro- 
fessional growler,  the  nimble -jawed 
marine  jurist,  or  sea  lawyer,  will  mar 
everything.     The  yacht-owner  who  tol- 


erates one  of  the  infernal  breed  aboard 
is  unwise,  and  has  only  himself  to  thank 
for  the  consequent  unpleasantness. 

The  life  of  a  yacht  sailor  is  by  no 
means  hard.  Thirty  dollars  a  month 
and  good  grub  should  be  attractive  to 
the  foreigners  who,  for  the  most  part, 
man  our  pleasure  fleet,  and  who  would 
earn  considerably  less  than  half  that 
sum  in  the  vessels  of  their  native  mer- 
cantile navy.  There  are  so  many  smart 
and  deserving  men  in  the  market  that  a 
yacht-owner  has  no  difficulty  in  en- 
gaging a  satisfactory  ship's  company. 

Part  of  the  sea-jockey's  stock  in  trade 
is  to  discover  how  slow  a  yacht  may  be 
made  to  go  with  every  stitch  of  sail  set 
ostensibly  to  the  best  advantage,  with 
sheets  pulling  like  horses  and  trimmed 
to  perfection.  It  is  only  the  most  subtle 
and  knowing  customer  that  can  so  master 
a  yacht  as  to  excel  in  this.  The  most 
accomplished  proficient  I  ever  knew 
was  the  skipper  of  the  Scotch  ten-ton 
cutter  Madge,  which  came  over  in  1881, 
and  created  a  great  revolution  in  yacht- 
ing. That  man  could  make  the  boat  al- 
most speak.  By  manipulating  the  sheets, 
slacking  one  or  flattening  in  another, 
and  by  other  tricks  unknown  to  this 
deponent,  I  have  seen  him  allow  an 
oyster  boat  to  beat  the  crack  racing 
cutter. 

By  experimenting  often  while  in 
company  with  other  boats  sailing  in  the 
same  direction,  it  is  possible  to  discover 
the  best  angle  of  sheet  to  attain  the 
most  successful  result,  and  when  found 
it  should  be  carefully  marked  on  the 
sheet  itself  with  a  length  of  seaming 
twine;  but  these  marks  will  only  serve 
as  approximate  guides,  as  the  boat  will 
take  more  or  less  sheet  according  to 
the  force  of  the  wind.  Thus  there  is  no 
hard  and  fast  rule  for  the  trimming 
of  sheets.  What  would  accelerate  one 
vessel  might  almost  stop  another  craft's 
way.  But  it  may  be  declared  on  general 
principles  that  it  is  bad  policy  to  trim 
down  a  boat's  headsails  too  flat.  A 
racing  craft  of  the  present  day  when  on 
a  wind  will  carry  her  main  boom  almost 
amidships  to  advantage,  but  with  head- 
sails  sheeted  too  hard  she  becomes  slow 
and  seems  to  lose  all  life.  On  an  occa- 
sion like  this  the  slackening  of  a  few 
inches  of  sheet  will  sometimes  give 
surprising  results.  The  boat  will  begin 
to  shoot  ahead,  her  action  will  be  more 
easy  and  spontaneous,  she  will  act  as  a 


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393 


sentient  being  relieved  of  some  grievous 
burden,  and  all  because  of  the  slacken- 
ing of  a  couple  of  ropes. 

The  new  triangular  courses  are  far 
superior  to  the  old  "  twenty  miles  to 
windward  or  to  leeward,  and  return." 
They  offer  superior  advantages  to  the 
best-balanced  and  most  ably-handled 
boats.  Windward  work  can  always  be 
had  on  these,  and  in  case  of  the  breeze 
dying  out  the  race  may  be  finished  at 
any  mark  the  committee  may  decide. 
In  the  interest  of  spectacular  beauty 
and  of  offering  a  deserved  premium  to 
smartness  of  boat  and  crew,  I  am  in 
favor  of  one-gun  starts  in  all  classes,  lit- 
tle or  big.  The  old  system  of  allowing 
the  boats  five  or  ten  minutes  to  cross 
the  line  before  being  handicapped  gave 
the  drones  and  the  sluggards  too  soft  a 
snap.  A  one-gun  start  puts  the  laggard 
far  astern,  where  he  belongs,  and  if  it 
induces  him  to  quit  racing  for  a  full 
■due  he  never  will  be  missed,  and  the 
sport  will  doubtless  flourish  in  his  ab- 
sence. 

To  become  an  expert  at  the  one-gun 
start  requires  considerable  practice.  A 
skilled  skipper  will  gauge  the  boat  to  a 
second  or  two,  but  to  become  conversant 
with  the  art  is  the  result  of  frequent 
trials  with  the  watch.  After  many  ex- 
periments at  estimating  the  speed  of  a 
vessel  between  two  points  you  will  grad- 
Tially  acquire  proficiency.  The  most 
skillful  man  I  ever  met  at  this  phase  of 
his  profession  was  Tom  Sloane,  the  Irish 
'.skipper  of  Liris,  in  her  first  season.  The 
Britishers  have  been  practicing  the  art 
for  years,  and  are,  consequently,  adepts. 
With  us  it  is  practically  an  innovation. 
Eut "  getting  off  with  the  gun  "  has  much 
to  do  with  the  winning  of  prizes,  and 
the  yachtsman  should  spare  no  pains  to 
acquire  proficiency. 

In  these  days  of  progress  in  yacht 
naval-architecture,  to  the  man  of  senti- 
ment there  will  always  be  one  source  of 
regret.  The  owner  of  a  successful  yacht 
that  has  gallantly  won  scores  of  well-con- 
tested races  and  has  proudly  flaunted  a 
superb  string  of  racing  flags  at  the  close 
•of  her  second  season,  cannot  help  having 
an  affection  for  his  vessel,  especially  if  she 
was  designed  and  built  to  his  order.  To 
think  that  after  a  few  short  seasons  she 
lias  become  outclassed — a  regular  back 
number — naturally  awakens  many  sad 
Teflections. 

In  the  good  old  days  of  yacht-racing 


it  was  customary  to  lengthen,  "  hip  out," 
rebuild  and  otherwise  alter  a  boat  that 
showed  signs  of  having  outlived  her 
usefulness,  and  in  a  rejuvenated  condi- 
tion bring  her  to  the  line  again  and 
with  her  achieve  new  conquests.  Such  a 
method  is  rarely  resorted  to  nowadays. 
In  fact,  it  is  doubtful  whether  it  would 
pay.  Mr.  J.  Rogers  Maxwell,  owner  of 
the  schooner  Emerald,  is  one  of  the 
few  yachtsmen  in  this  country  who,  of 
late  years,  have  made  extensive  altera- 
tions in  large  racing  vessels  with  any 
degree  of  success.  He  practically  re- 
built the  sloop  Shajnrock,  and  greatly 
improved  her  speed,  and  has  twice  made 
radical  changes  in  the  Emerald  at  great 
expense,  both  processes  making  her 
slightly  faster. 

Old-timers  will  recollect  how  slow  the 
schooner  Sappho  was  until  Capt.  "  Bob  " 
Fish  hit  upon  the  bold  expedient  of 
"  hipping  her  out,"  which  was  done  by 
swelling  out  her  midship  section  about 
fourteen  inches,  and  tapering  it  off  to 
nothing  about  thirty  feet  each  way.  The 
result  was  that  Sappho,  theretofore  so 
sluggish  that  she  could  scarcely  get  out 
of  her  own  way,  beat  nearly  every  craft 
bold  enough  to  encounter  her,  and  won 
many  cups  and  much  kudos  for  her 
sportsmanlike  owner,  Mr.  William  P. 
Douglas.  Mr.  A.  Cass  Canfield  altered 
the  sloop  Priscilla  considerably,  but  it 
cannot  be  said  that  he  was  altogether 
successful.  When  Volunteer  was  trans- 
formed into  a  schooner  her  forebody 
was  reconstructed,  and  she  made  an  en- 
viable record  as  a  "  two-sticker  ;  "  but 
when  rerigged  as  a  sloop  she  never 
showed  an  approach  to  her  original 
splendid  form,  as  I  think  most  yachts- 
men will  frankly  concede. 

Our  British  cousins  usdd  to  have  a 
perfect  craze  for  rebuilding  famous 
yachts,  the  old  crack  cutters  Alarm  and 
Arrow — both  celebrated  prize-winners 
— being  notable  examples  of  this  ruling 
passion.  But  both  here  and  in  England 
the  custom  of  materially  altering  the 
form  of  a  yacht's  hull  in  the  hope  of  im- 
proving her  speed  may  be  said  to  have 
gone  completely  out  of  fashion.  This 
is  doubtless  due  to  the  radical  and  rapid 
changes  in  hulls,  brought  about  by  the 
frequently  shifting  rules  of  measure- 
ment for  time  allowance  and  the  art- 
fully ingenious  methods  of  generations 
of  yacht  designers  to  get  the  better  of 
those  selfsame  rules. 


OHm  ©AY  OH  mm  qbokqiah  bay. 


BY  ED.  W.  SANDYS. 


EVERYTHING  had  run  smoothly 
during  our  ten-day  holiday.  Even 
fat  Bige,  of  the  mulelike  kicking 
propensities,  had  been  compelled 
to  admit  that  Muskoka  was  better  than 
the  advertisements  claimed;  and  now 
that  the  tail-end  of  our  outing  was  to  be 
spent  among  the   almost  innumerable 


islands  of  the  Georgian  water,  we  were 
well  content. 

A  backward  glance  revealed  a  fair 
and  thoroughly  satisfying  picture,  in 
which  the  days  were  golden  glories  and 
the  nights  dreamless  sleeps.  We  had 
gone  in  by  the  usual  route — rail  from  To- 
ronto to  Gravenhurst,  thence  by  steamer 


A    PARADISE   FOR    CHILDREN. 


ONE  DA  Y   ON   THE   GEORGIAN  BA  Y. 


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through  the  grand  round.     Lakes  Mus- 
koka,    Rosseau    and    Joseph    had    well 
maintained  their  reputations.    The  July 
sun  had  appeared  each  morning   over 
the  billowy  forest,  and  had  run  his  ap- 
pointed trail  through  bluest  space  to  the 
home  of  the  shadows  among  the  west- 
ern  hills,  and  upon  only  one  day  had 
clouds  gathered  and  rain  fallen.     That 
day,   for   about   an  hour,    we   received 
a  precious  pelting,   but  even  this   had 
brought  its  recompense.     When  the  rain 
had   ceased,    there    came    a   marvelous 
half    hour. 
While     the 
last     scatter- 
ing   drops 
were  still 
falling,    a 
grand   bow 
spanned    the 
lake    with 
shining  arch; 
and,   as    we 
watched    the 
sign    of    old, 
we    forgot 
that  the  good 
canoe    was 
narrow   and 
that  our  leafy 
shelter  was 
not    entirely 
waterproof. 
And  then  the 
magical 
freshness 
and    sweet- 
ness of  it  all, 
as  the  golden 
light    played 
upon     the 
dripping  foli- 
age  and  the 
incense   of 
the  refreshed 
woods    came 
to   our   nos- 
trils.   There  was  a  life  in  the  silent  rush 
of  the  canoe  and  a  spring  to  the  paddle 
strokes  which  told  that  the  highland  air 
was  doing  good  work. 

Bige  claims  that  afternoon  was  the 
finest  of  the  holiday,  but  he  is  preju- 
diced. Between  sundown  and  twilight, 
during  that  dreamy  period  when  shad- 
ows creep  from  isle  to  isle,  Bige  caught 
a  togue — a  monster  laker.  Bige  had 
fished  and  fished  in  his  own  crude  way, 
scorning  all  advice  about  going  deeper, 


DRIFTING   ON    THE    SHADOW    RIVER. 


refusing  to  pay  out  the  proper  length 
of  line,  and,  in  fact,  behaving  generally 
like  a  man  who  knew  all  about  togue, 
and  who  was  determined  not  to  catch 
any.  That  he  did  catch  one  was  the  re- 
sult of  an  accident. 

For  an  hour  after  the  rain  he  had  been 
dragging  a  short  line.  Wearying  of  this 
at  last,  he  let  the  tackle  go,  and  it  grad- 
ually ran  out  to  the  proper  length  till 
it  drew  taut  from  the  thwart,  to  which 
it  had  been  made  fast.  A  kidney  spoon, 
formed  from  some  California  shell,  was 

playing  far 
down  in  the 
depths,  and 
presently  the 
line  began  to 
twang  like  a 
bowstring. 
"Hold  on 
— I'm  snag- 
ged !  "  shout- 
ed Bige,  as  he 
grasped  the 
s  training 
cord  ;  then 
some  myste- 
rious m  e  s  - 
sage  came  to 
his  unskilled 
hand  and  he 
promptly 
sung  out, 
"Got  a  fish, 
and  a  bruis- 
er!  " 

For  a  few 
minutes  it 
was  heave 
and  haul,  for 
a  big  togue 
is  a  slow, 
heavy  fighter 
at  best.  At 
last  we 
c  a  u  g-  h  t    a 


glimpse  of  a 
gleaming,  struggling  shape,  and  the  size 
of  it  astonished  us.  When  it  finally 
gave  up  and  floated  weakly  upon  the 
surface  my  hand  at  once  sought  my  hip- 
pocket.  A  ball  through  the  back  of 
the  head  settled  all  chance  of  escape, 
and  Bige  boated  his  prize  without  fur- 
ther trouble.  It  was  a  grand  speci- 
men, I  fancy  the  largest  I  have  ever 
seen  taken  upon  a  troll,  and  that  night 
it  proved  as  good  as  it  looked. 

While  Bige  naturally  reckoned   this 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


day  as  his  red-letter  one,  I  did  not  agree 
with  him,  for  there  arose  a  picture  of  a 
wonderful  river  and  of  an  hour's  lonely 
lounging  in  the  canoe,  which  savored  of 
paradise  itself.  The  lakes  of  the  high- 
lands are  dreams  of  beauty,  their  clus- 
tering isles  present  every  phase  of  the 
picturesque  any  mortal  could  desire,  the 
cottages  and  their  comfort-loving  Cana- 
dian owners  are  interesting,  the  fishing 
and  shooting  are  good,  yet,  to  my  mind, 
that  hour's  drifting  upon  Shadow  River 
was  the  sweetest  experience  of  the  trip. 
To  rightly  appreciate  Shadow  River 


you  can  look  up.  A  twig  and  the  bark 
upon  it,  a  leaf  and  the  veining  of  it,  a 
fluttering  bird  or  insect,  are  as  plainly 
seen  in  the  mirror  as  in  direct  vision. 
Sometimes,  too,  in  such  scenes  the  right 
thing  happens  at  the  right  time,  as 
though  nature  had  turned  stage-mana- 
ger and  purposely  planned  a  climax. 

As  I  lay  in  the  canoe,  reveling  in  this 
marvel  of  golden  light  and  velvet 
shadow,  an  angel  in  feathers  fluted  a 
message  of  holy  peace  from  the  per- 
fumed gloom  of  a  near-by  copse.  And 
from  the  other  bank  came  back  the  sweet 


AS    THE    BATTLE    PROGRESSES."       (/.   Jl)-J .) 


one  should  be  alone  and  in  that  blessed 
frame  of  mind  which  comes  after  a  few 
days'  sojourn  in  the  wilds.  When  there 
is  absolutely  no  worry  nor  hurry,  no 
anxiety  to  get  anywhere  in  a  given 
period  of  time,  no  reason  for  moving  for 
hours  unless  you  feel  so  disposed — in 
fact,  when  you  are,  as  Riley  puts  it, 
"Just  loaferin'  'round  as  you  dern 
please,"  you  will  discover  the  true 
beauties  of  this  wonderful  water. 

Upon  this  magic  mirror  of  Muskoka 
the  canoe  appears  to  swim  in  space. 
You  can  apparently  look  as  far  down  as 


response — a  liquid  melody  dripping  from 
some  enchanted  fount,  or,  inore  like  per- 
haps, a  prayer  and  its  answer  wafted  to 
and  fro.  Well  did  I  know  the  soft-eyed 
musician  in  his  quiet  garb.  Three  of  his 
kind,  and  only  three,  can  shake  the 
shadows  of  the  wood  with  music  Heaven- 
born.  And  so  the  thrushes  played  their 
minor  part  and  lent  the  one  touch  which 
could  add  to  the  power  of  a  scene  not 
soon  to  be  forgotten 

But  our  day  is  among  the  islands  of 
Georgian  Bay.  We  had  canoed  down 
the  river  and  had  reached  our  camp  site 


ONE  DA  y  ON   THE  GEORGIAN  BA  Y. 


397 


when  the  blue  was  paling  to  gray.  The 
canoe  had  been  turned  bottom  upward 
and  the  wall  tent  had  been  pitched  in  a 
surprisingly  brief  space  of  time,  for  our 
party  was  composed  of  experienced  men. 
Bige,  laggard  in  most  things,  was  an 
exceedingly  good  cJicf,  and  his  spider 
had  turned  out  bacon,  eggs  and  fried 
potatoes  fit  for  a  king,  while  his  coffee 
was  above  criticism.  After  supper  we 
loafed  and  smoked,  and  turned  in  as  in- 
dividual whim  dictated. 

It  so  happened  that  I  was  the  first 
man  to  awake,  at  an  hour  so  early  that  I 
question  if  a  record  of  it  has  been  kept. 
I  pushed  aside  the  tent-flap  and  stepped 
forth  into  a  queer  gray  light  and  a  queer 
gray  scene  which  were  supposed  to  rep- 
resent morning.  We  were  camped  near 
the  southern  end  of  the  islands,  and  the 
morning  view  was  a  thing  to  be  treas- 
ured. 

In  the  east  the  camp-fires  of  the  chief 
of  the  day  were  blazing  redly,  while  to 
the  west  and  north  lay  billows  of  silvery 
mist,  through  which  were  revealed  isl- 
ands uncounted,  riding  like  ships  at  an- 
chor in  a  fog-cumbered  seaway.  In  that 
queer,  half  light  the  eyes  were  baffled. 
So  far  as  they  could  penetrate  were  isl- 
ands— some  darkly  distinct,  some  ghostly 
gray — mere  wraiths  of  the  nearer  shores, 
but  islands  everywhere, 

"  As  though  hand  had  brought  Earth's  fairest 
fragments  to  the  common  spot, 

Or  Nature's  richest  cask  of  jewels  rare  per- 
chance had  fallen,  burst,  and  scattered 
there. " 

As  the  sun  climbed  higher,  I  realized 
the  full  power  of  this  "  maze  of  isles  in 
matchless  beauty  planned."  The  mist 
gradually  rose,  momentarily  changing 
the  view.  The  nearer  isles  were  dis- 
tinct enough  to  fully  reveal  their  wealth 
of  foliage  and  their  roughly-piled  rock- 
structure,  while  the  farther  ones  ap- 
peared to  float  in  space  as  though  sus- 
pended by  viewless  chains.  If  hanging 
gardens  are  one  of  the  wonders  of  the 
world,  the  world  might  wonder  here,, 
for  in  the  fleecy  curtains  of  the  mist 
the  shadow  isles  seemed  to  be  particles 
of  picturesqueness  swung  from  the  blue 
dome  overhead. 

It  has  been  claimed  that  27,000  of 
these  island  fragments  spangle  the 
breast  of  Georgian  Bay,  and  I  do  not 
question  the  truth  of  the  claim.  I  have 
never  counted  the  islands,  and  I  have 
never   fathomed   the  cold  blue  depths 


between  them.  This  much  I  know : 
The  scene  is  fair  as  the  loveliest  vision 
of  poet's  fancy,  and  the  cold  water  of 
the  bay  has  in  it  all  the  life  and  fresh- 
ness of  the  north.  It  comes  from  dis- 
tant Nepigon  to  Superior,  from  Su- 
perior to  Huron  and  into  this  bay,  where 
the  chill  of  it  tells  of  the  high-piled 
drifts  and  the  lagging  springs  of  its 
almost  Arctic  birthplace.  And  in  these 
blue,  cold  channels  are  bass — big  bass, 
with  small  mouth  and  olive  mail — the 
sort  of  bass  which  have  fun  with  the 
novice  and  fully  measure  the  skill  of 
the  expert. 

Bred  in  the  cold  water,  these  bass  go 
at  the  hook  as  a  terrier  goes  at  a  rat. 
Game,  sturdy  fish,  they  fight  from  strike 
to  finish,  and  leap  time  and  time  again 
from  the  water  as  the  battle  progresses. 
I  prefer  them  to  'lunge,  ouananiche, 
trout  or  salmon,  and  nowhere  in  all  this 
broad  country  are  they  to  be  found  in 
fitter  fighting  mood.  This  is,  of  course, 
owing  to  the  depth  and  low  tempera- 
ture of  the  water,  for  the  same  fish  in 
shallow,  lukewarm  streams  or  ponds 
would  be  comparatively  dull  and  spirit- 
less. There  was  nothing  dull  about 
the   fish    that   day. 

Before  the  camp  awoke,  while  the 
white  mist  yet  curled  about  sleepy 
headland  and  jagged  rock,  I  decided  to 
try  for  one  of  the  Georgian  bass  of 
which  I  had  heard  so  much.  The  bass, 
as  a  rule,  is  a  late  riser  ;  an  easy-going 
chap,  who  does  not  believe  in  stirring 
until  well  after  sunrise  ;  but  I  thought 
something  might  be  got  in  the  lee  of  a 
small  island  close  at  hand.  So,  quietly 
launching  the  canoe,  I  paddled  over  to 
test  the  matter. 

I  had  a  steel  rod,  and  tackle,  which 
might  have  been  improved  upon,  and  I 
almost  blush  to  own  that  in  addition  to 
a  fat  book  of  flies  I  carried  a  fatter  bit  of 
pork.  Bass  are  most  unreliable  risers  to  a 
fly,  and  after  I  had  wasted  half  an  hour 
throwing  a  combination  of  "  Silver  Doc- 
tor "  and  "  Parmacheene  Belle,"  I  de- 
cided that  old-fashioned  country  meth- 
ods were  the  better.  So  I  got  my  knife 
and  the  pork  and  whittled  out  a  rough 
imitation  of  a  shiner  minnow.  In  put- 
ting this  bait  on  the  hook  I  pass  hook 
and  gimp  through  one  end,  then  again 
through  the  center,  and  lastly  bed  the 
hook  in  what  represents  the  tail  of  the 
bait.  Just  what  the  bass  thinks  this  is 
I  do  not  know  ;  perhaps  it  is  mistaken 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


for  a  luscious  white  grub.  It  certainly 
is  mistaken  for  something  good,  and  my 
Georgian  Bay  bass  made  the  mistake  of 
his  life  within  five  minutes. 

I  sent  the  bait  down  beside  a  rock- 
ledge  till  it  dimmered  faintly  through 
the  blue  water,  and  then  an  olive-green 
something  dashed  into  view  and  put 
that  pork  where  the  designer  of  pigs 
never  intended  it  should  go.  As  I  do 
not  believe  in  allowing  bass  to  gorge  a 
bait,  I  shook  him  up  at  once,  a*nd  the 
trouble  began. 

He  was  a  fighter,  too  !  Once,  twice, 
thrice  he  shot  from  the  water,  while, 
true  to  the  old  creed,  I  dipped  the  rod. 
It  may  be  good  business  to  yank  at 
them  when  they  leap,  but  I  never  landed 
any  fish  that  way,  and  this  chap  was  too 
strong  for  any  experiments. 

Finally  he  quieted  down  to  an  obsti- 
nate zig-zagging,  and  I  saw  a  curious 
thing.  At  his  tail,  and  following  every 
move  he  made,  was  a  second  and  a  larger 
bass,  which  chased  him  to  and  fro  until 
the  strain  had  told  and  my  bronze- 
mailed  hero  had  turned  upon  his  side 
and  wiggled  a  fin  in  token  of  surren- 
der. 

During  his  struggles  the  bit  of  pork 
worked  up  the  gimp,  and,  after  I  had 
landed  him,  I  cast  the  bait  away,  as  I 
had  use  for  only  one  fish  of  his  size. 
The  white  fragment  was  almost  within 
reach   of  my  hand,  when   zip-p  ! — and 


the  pork  was  gathered  in  b)''  a  fish  of 
four  or  five  pounds  weight. 

I  mention  this  because  bass  are  un- 
certain feeders,  and  they  sometimes  re- 
fuse all  the  lures  an  angler  can  offer. 
Some  brother  of  the  gentle  craft  may 
remember  this  one  day  when  the  black 
fellows  refuse  to  be  cajoled.  White, 
plump  minnows  (dead  or  alive,  for  I 
have  found  one  as  good  as  the  other), 
small  frogs,  crawfish,  larvae,  worms,  arti- 
ficial insects,  spoons,  and  flies,  rank  in 
merit  as  baits  about  in  order  as  named; 
and  no  matter  which  lure  one  of  these 
Georgian  Bay  fish  takes,  he  will  put  up 
the  same  style  of  hurricane  fight.  It  is 
an  open  question  with  me  if  these  north- 
ern bass  do  not  fairly  outrank  the  trout 
in  the  matter  of  game  fighting  qualities. 
Some  men  will  consider  this  rank  heresy. 
Yet  I  have  been  tied  to  a  good  many  of 
each  variety  of  fish  and  have  not  de- 
cided the  point.  Certain  it  is  that  the 
bass  of  the  cold  water  is  entitled  to  the 
respect  of  every  brother  of  the  angle. 

When  I  reached  camp  the  boys  were 
awake,  and  they  hailed  the  captive  with 
unqualified  approval  : 

"  What  you  been  doing  up  this  time 
o'  day  ?  "  asked  Bige  ;  and,  as  I  glanced 
over  the  marvelous  panorama  of  isles, 
over  the  far-reaching  blue  channels,  and 
felt  again  the  swirling  tugs  of  this  fish, 
I  realized  that  I'd  been  doing  pretty 
well. 


OUR    CAMP. 


ON    THE    FIRST    GREEN. 


THl 


CLUE    ©F    An!^J^llCA< 


BY     JOHN     REID. 


1D0  not  think  there  is  any  golfer  in 
the  land,  certainly  there  is  no  golfer 
who  has  once  seen  the  present  links 
of  the  St.  Andrew's  Club,  at  Mount 
Hope,  N.  Y.,  who  will  not  be  prepared  to 
apply  the  reasoning  that  Dr.  Johnson 
applied  to  the  strawberry  when  he  said 
that,  of  course,  the  Almighty  might 
have  designed  a  better  fruit  than  the 
strawberry,- but  that  He  never  had!  With 
equal  truth  it  may  be  said  that  nature 
might  have  prepared  a  better  site  for 
an  eighteen-hole  golf  course,  but  she 
never  had  ! 

Nature  has  indeed  been  lavish  in  the 
outpouring  of  her  gifts  on  that  favored 
section  of  Westchester  county.  Wood- 
lands, bountiful  and  diversified,  with 
foliage  which  in  summer  covers  hillside 
upon  hillside  with  billows  of  greens  of 
every  shade  to  the  farthest  sky-line,  till 
lost  in  the  blue  haze  of  distance,  and 
through  winter  still  preserve  enough  of 
cedar  to  soften  the  barren  outlines  and 
checker  the  scene  to  its  remotest  limits. 
Orchards  in  the  valleys  that,  in  the 
springtime,  become  a  veritable  ocean  of 
delicious  pinks;  and  meadows  where  the 
iris  weaves  its  ribbons  of  the  tenderest 
blues  and  black-eyed  Susans  and  Mar- 
garets fight  a  battle  royal  for  the  cham- 
pionships of  gold  and  white. 


Even  the  primeval  forces  that  raised 
this  outcrop  of  the  Laurentian  hills  from 
the  backbone  of  the  world,  and  the 
mighty  ice-plough  that  graved  through 
centuries  untold  its  winding  valleys, 
could  not  have  worked  with  better  judg- 
ment had  they  been  directed  by  a  mind 
specially  bent  on  preparing  for  the  day 


T.   B.    Ul'lIAM,   DRIVING. 


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OUriNG  FOR  JULY. 


JOHN    REID,  EX-PRESIDENT. 

when  the  pioneers  of  golf,  for  its  own 
sake,  would  be  searching  for  their  ideal 
playground. 

Even  social  evolution  aided  in  the 
cause,  for  there  are  but  few  places 
within  twenty  miles  of  the  home  of  the 
insatiable  metropolitan  real-estate  pros- 
pector where  such  an  estate  has  been 
preserved  in  all  its  primitive  glory,  unde- 
faced  and  undefiled,  descending  in  two 
centuries  through  but  two  families,  and 
those,  by  good  fortune,  conservative  and 
nature-lovers. 

What  nature  planned,  the  experience 
of  those  who  have  been  entrusted  with 
adapting  it  to  the  use  of  golf  have 
improved  upon;  and  now,  crowned  in  the 
very  center  with  a  club-house  that 
stands,  fort-like  and  commanding,  at  the 
apex  of  its  playground,  the  St,  An- 
drew's Club  is  a  thing  of  beauty,  and 
will  be  a  joy  forever.  The  very  sturdi- 
ness  and  imperishability  of  the  walls 
of  its  club-house  attest  the  faith  that 
"  they  dreamt  not  of  a  perishable  game 
who  thus  could  build." 

Perched  on  its  coign  of  vantage  and 
jutting  out  of  the  brow  of  a  hill,  its 
one  side  command  an 
of  the  play  on  nine  of 
greens,  whilst  from  its 
front  porch  the  hills,  gently  rising  and 
falling,  lift  up  to  perfect  view  the  first 
and  last  tees  of  the  unequaled  eighteen. 

Nothing  seems  wanting  in  site  or  in 
design,    and   certainly   nothing   else    is 


piazzas  on  the 
unbroken  view 
the  consecutive 


omitted,  that  can  make  the  tees,  greens 
and  bunkers  perfect,  or  nearly  approach- 
ing perfection,  for  their  various  func- 
tions. The  purr  of  the  busy  mower^ 
softened  by  distance  to  the  faintest  trill^ 
rises  from  far  and  near;  and  through  all 
the  panorama  the  warp  and  woof  of  the 
ceaseless  machine  is  weaving  the  green 
cloths  to  the  similitude  and  quality  of 
billiard  tables  rather  than  lawns. 
Twenty-five  horses  and  ten  men,  plying 
from  dawn  till  dewy  eve,  attest  the  un- 
tiring labor  and  care  that  are  bestowed 
upon  this  first  essential  for  serious  and 
successful  golf. 

And  serious  golf  is  the  charter  of  the 
club,  its  aim  and  its  end.  Not  serious 
in  the  puritanical  sense  of  gloomy — far 
from  that — but  serious  in  the  sense  that 
golf  to  be  felt,  to  have  the  core  of 
it  reached  and  the  pith  and  marrow  of  it 
enjoyed,  must  be  played  under  certain 
fixed  conditions.  Then,  and  then  only, 
its  influence  slowly  but  surely  masters 
the  mind,  and  it  becomes  a  pleasure, 
indeed  a  fascination,  which  custom  stales 
not  nor  does  age  decay. 

Is  it  to  be  \vondered  at  that  under 
these  circumstances  the  influence  of  the 
St.  Andrew's  Club  for  good  has  been 
widespread,  and  lasting,  through  the 
length  and  breadth  of  the  land,  and  that 
its  principles  have  given  happily  a  tone 


WILLIE   TUCKER,  THE  CLUB'S    PRO*,    DRIVING    FROM 
THE    FIFTH    TEE. 


THE  ST.   ANDREW'S   GOLF  CLUB   OF  AMERICA. 


401 


and  permanence  to  the  sport,  from  the 
farthest  extremities  of  Maine  to  the 
Golden  Gate,  and  from  Lake  Superior 
to  the  Gulf  ? 

It  follows,  from  what  I  have  said  of 
the  earnestness  of  the  object  of  the  club, 
that  its  course  is  by  no  means  a  draw- 
ing-room course.  It  calls  into  play  all 
the  sturdy  and  sterling  physical  quali- 
ties, and  into  requisition  the  skill  of  the 
most  exact,  accurate,  and  faithful  prac- 
titioner. In  the  round  of  its  eighteen 
holes  the  player  will  find,  indeed,  that 
there  is  need  of  all  the  judgment,  en- 
ergy and  craft  that  practice  has  accu- 
mulated. 

It  may  not  be  amiss,  and  may  indeed 
be  helpful,  to  those  who  in  the  coming 
years,  from  far  and  near,  will  visit  this 


reach  the  green,  although  most  players 
will  be  contented  if  well  on  in  three. 
The  green  is  a  natural  plateau,  and  is 
well  guarded  by  natural  bunkers.  This 
green  is  on  the  highest  part  of  the 
club's  property,  and  the  view  from  this 
point  is  very  fine  and  most  extensive. 
The  distance  from  tee  to  hole  is  about 
340  yards,  and  is  set  down  as  Bogie  five. 
The  next  drive  is  almost  due  east,  to 
a  large  green  overlooking  a  glen.  There 
is  nothing  on  the  way  to  penalize  bad 
play  excepting  some  rough  cops  about 
forty  yards  from  the  tee.  This  green  is 
edged  with  trees,  the  various  shades 
of  green,  with  the  luxuriant  dogwood 
blossoms,  making  it  a  very  lovely  pict- 
ure in  the  early  part  of  the  season,  while 
in  the  fall  it  is  still  more  beautiful.     To 


THE   CLUB-HOUSE,   DESIGNED    BY    R.  H.   ROBERTSON,   VICE-PRESIDENT. 


ideal  home  of  golf  for  its  own  sake,  and 
try  their  fortune  in  friendly  contest  for 
honors  or  against  the  mythical,  master- 
ful, and  almost  unconquerable  Colonel 
Bogie,  if,  in  the  language  understood 
by  the  golfer,  I  describe  in  some  detail 
the  physical  conditions  and  the  kind 
of  play  which  experience  has  proved 
to  be  those  required  for  a  successful 
negotiation  of  the  greens,  from  the  drive 
off  the  first  tee  to  holing  on  the  eight- 
eenth green. 

The  first  tee  is  about  fifty  yards 
north  of  the  club-house,  the  drive  be- 
ing almost  due  west  to  a  green  on 
the  very  top  of  the  hill.  There  is  at 
least  175  yards  of  level  sward  before  the 
rising  ground  is  reached.  A  really  fine 
drive  will  reach  the  rising  ground,  and 
an   exceptionally    strong    second    may 


this  hole  is  about  270  yards.  A  good 
drive  and  an  iron  shot  should  get  the 
ball  well  over  the  ground.  The  Bogie 
score  for  this  hole  is  four,  and,  unless 
some  bunker  be  placed  to  make  it  more 
difficult,  it  ought  to  be  done  in  four 
quite  often. 

The  third  tee  is  about  fifty  or  sixty 
yards  to  the  south  of  the  second  green  and 
is  on  the  edge  of  the  cliff.  The  drive  is 
over  a  hillock  about  twenty  or  twenty- 
five  feet  high.  A  good  long  drive  should 
enable  the  player  with  a  cleek  or  brassey 
to  get  on  the  green,  although,  in  view 
of  the  bunker  that  is  staked  out  to  pro- 
tect the  green,  the  approach  will  have 
to  be  a  very  clean  carry.  The  distance 
is  about  240  yards.  Tlae  green  is  undu- 
lating and  very  fine.  The  Bogie  for  this 
hole  is  also  four. 


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THE   CLUB-HOUSE   PIAZZA. 


The  next  drive  is  from  a  tee  thirty 
yards  north  of  the  third  green  to  a 
green  within  thirty  yards  of  the  first 
tee.  The  drive  is  downhill,  and  if  the 
player  gets  a  good  long  carry  a  brassey  or 
cleekwill  get  the  ball  well  on  the  green; 
but  after  the  bunker,  which  is  now 
staked  out,  is  made  to  guard  the  green, 


we  think  Bogie  five  will  be  found  none 
too  many.  The  distance  is  about  350 
yards.  The  illustration  (p.  403)  shows 
fourth  green,  with  Mr.  J.  C.  Ten  Eyck, 
the  St.  Andrew's  president,  putting. 

Now  we  .come  to  the  fifth  tee,  of 
which  we  give  two  cuts,  one  showing  W. 
Tucker,  the  club's  pro',  driving  (p.  400) ; 


THE   DINING-ROOM,  LOOKING   DOWN   THE   VALLEY. 


THE  ST.   ANDREW'S  GOLF  CLUB  OF  AMERICA. 


403 


the  other  (p.  404)  showing  Dr.  Moffat 
driving,  with  Mr.  J.  C.  Ten  Eyck,  the 
president,  looking  on.  Although  we 
have  not  the  pleasure  of  seeing  his  face 
in  the  picture,  yet  his  friends  agree  that 
it  is  a  most  expressive  likeness. 

The  drive  from  this  tee  is  not  only  a 
novel  one,  but,  indeed,  is  quite  sensa- 
tional. We  venture  to  say  that  nothing 
quite  like  it  will  be  found  on  any  other 
links  in  the  country.  The  drive  is  into  a 
valley  150  yards  below.  A  good  drive — 
and  it  must  be  practically  all  carry,f  or  the 
ball,  by  the  time  it  reaches  the  ground,  is 
dropping  so  straight  that  there  is  little 
or  no  run — will  get  the  ball  within  twenty 
or  thirty  yards  of  the  brook  that  guards 
the  green,  when  a  fairly  good  iron  will 
get  it  safely  on  the  green,  which  is  a  very 


The  sixth  tee  is  just  by  the  brook, 
near  the  fifth  green.  Thirty  yards  ahead 
and  extending  to  fifty  or  sixty  yards 
toward  the  right  is  an  old  brook  with 
some  very  rough  ground,  which  means 
no  end  of  trouble  to  a  topped  or  sliced 
ball.  This  carried,  however,  by  a  good 
long  drive,  then  a  long  brassey  may 
reach  the  green,  which  is  protected  by 
an  artificial  bunker  running  obliquely 
from  forty  to  twenty  yards  in  front  of 
it.  The  Bogie  for  this  hole  is  five, 
and  four  would  be  exceptionally  fine 
play,  the  distance  being  about  340  yards. 

The  drive  to  the  seventh  hole  is  from 
an  elevation  of  about  twenty  feet,  just 
alongside  the  road,  and  over  130  yards 
must  be  carried  to  clear  the  bunker ; 
a  good  brassey  will  then  lay  the  ball  near 


PRESIDENT    J.   C.   TEN    EYCK    PUTTING   FOR   THE   FOURTH  HOLE. 


large  natural  one.  Though  perfectly 
level  it  is  a  most  interesting  hole  to  play. 
Not  only  is  the  drive  a  sensation,  but  the 
approach  over  the  brook  has  to  be  well 
calculated,  as  an  ill-judged  shot  is  apt  to 
get  the  ball  into  the  brook  in  front 
of  the  green,  or,  if  played  too  strong,  it 
is  apt  to  get  in  the  second  brook,  which 
is  just  beyond.  The  distance  from  tee  to 
hole  is  about  250  yards.  The  Bogie  is 
four,  and  the  Oolonel  will  not  be  so  very 
often  beaten  on  this  hole. 

We  are  now  in  the  valley,  where  are 
nine  holes,  all  on  perfectly  level  ground, 
in  fact  ideal,  both  froin  a  sense  and  golf- 
ing point  of  view.  This  beautiful  stretch 
of  lawn,  with  its  elm  and  chestnut  trees 
(as  shown  by  our  illustration,  p.  405),  re- 
minds one  of  some  old  English   park. 


the  first  brook ;  then  a  good,  stiff  iron 
will  make  the  green.  All  must  be 
perfect  shots,  however,  otherwise  a 
score  can  be  badly  mutilated.  The  first 
brook  is  about  forty  yards  from  the 
green,  while  the  second  one  is  imme- 
diately in  front  of  it  ;  the  distance  is 
over  400  yards,  and  the  Bogie  six 
strokes.  To  beat  Bogie  on  this  is  ex- 
ceptionally good  golf. 

The  next  hole  is  one  of  the  shortest 
and  most  interesting  on  the  course.  The 
tee  is  from  an  elevation  back  of  the 
seventh  green.  The  distance  being  about 
135  yards,  the  green  can  be  reached 
with  a  good  iron  shot,  although  it  must 
be  played  just  right,  as  a  short-driven 
ball  is  likely  to  be  caught  by  the 
brook  in  front  of  the  green,  while   an 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


over-drive  may  reach  the  brook  beyond. 
This  hole  is  Bogie  three,  though  a  very 
lucky  drive  may  often  score  it  in  two. 
The  ninth  tee  is  about  twenty  yards 
back  of  the  main  brook,  but  about  loo 
yards  have  to  be  carried  to  get  over 
the  second  brook,  after  which  it  is  all 
fair  going  until  the  green  is  reached, 
which  takes  three  good  shots  :  a  drive, 
a  brassey,  and  a  good  strong  iron ; 
the  distance  is  390  odd  yards.  The 
green  is  natural  and  an  exceptionally 
fine  one.  A  proposal  is  under  consider- 
ation to  lengthen  this  hole  by  changing 
the  green  to  the  north  side  of  the  road, 
making  the  distance  at  least  500  yards. 
This  will  increase  the  Bogie  score, 
probably,  from  five  to  seven. 


a  good  long  straight  drive  is  made, 
however,  an  iron  should  reach  the  green, 
which  is  guarded  immediately  in  front 
by  a  brook,  so  that  a  ball  cannot  be  run 
up,  but  must  be  pitched  on  the  green. 
This  is  Bogie  four,  which  should,  I 
imagine,  be  hard  to  beat. 

The  next  hole,  as  at  present  played 
(for  this,  too,  is,  probably,  going  to 
be  changed),  is  rather  tame  in  char- 
acter, being  a  straight  drive,  without 
anything  whatever  in  the  way,  to  a 
green  about  190  yards  off,  the  Bogie 
figure  being  three,  which  ought  to  be 
made  without  trouble. 

To  the  next  hole,  which  is  the  four- 
teenth, the  drive  is  over  a  hillock,  about 
thirty  feet   high   and    about   thirty  to 


Dr.  H.  H.  Curtis. 


Dr.  H.  Moffat. 

THE   FIFTH   TEE. 


President  J.  C.  Ten  Eyck. 


The  tenth  hole,  as  now  played  (in  the 
contemplated  change  this  hole  will  be 
done  away  with),  is  a  little  over  200 
yards.  The  tee  is  from  an  elevation 
twenty-five  feet  above  the  present 
ninth  green  or  brook.  About  130  yards 
from  the  tee  has  to  be  carried.  This 
leaves  three  shots  for  the  hole  to  make 
it  in  Bogie  figures. 

In  driving  for  the  eleventh  hole  a 
brook  about  a  hundred  yards  from  the 
tee  must  be  carried;  then  a  good  brassey 
and  an  iron  should  get  the  ball  well 
home  and  the  hole  in  five. 

No  mistake  must  be  made  in  driving 
for  the  twelfth,  as  a  pulled  or  sliced 
ball  is  almost  sure  to  find  a  bad  lie.     If 


forty  yards  from  the  tee.  A  carry  of 
150  yards  will  avoid  all  trouble,  and  an 
iron  shot  will  reach  the  green.  The 
distance  is  225  yards,  and  the  Bogie  for 
this  hole  is  four,  it  being  a  blind  hole. 

The  drive  to  the  fifteenth  green  is 
over  quite  a  high  ridge,  but,  the  dis- 
tance being  only  about  165  yards,  a  fair- 
ly good  driver  will  generally  make  the 
green.  This  green,  as  our  illustration 
(p.  405)  shows,  is  most  picturesque  in 
character.  It  is  situated  in  a  glen  sur- 
rounded by  lovely  trees  ;  indeed,  a  most 
ideal  spot.  The  green  is  called  the 
horseshoe,  because  of  its  shape. 

The  tee  to  the  sixteenth  hole,  as  that 
illustration  shows,  is  from  an  elevation 


THE  ST.  ANDREW'S  GOLF  CLUB   OF  AMERICA. 


405 


IN   THE   HORSESHOE,  FIFTEENTH    GREEN. 


just  behind  the  green.  This  hole  is 
most  interesting.  It  can  be  played  in 
two  ways,  either  in  a  straight  line, 
which  necessitates  carrying  a  clump  of 
trees  on  the  second,  or  by  carrying  the 
ridge  about  150  yards  from  the  tee, which 
insures  a  roll  downhill  on  the  other  side, 
where  the  green  can  be  approached  at 


right  angles.  A  strong  player  may 
make  the  green  in  two,  but  three  will 
not  be  considered  amiss,  and  the  hole 
in  five  is  Bogie  play.  This  green,  which 
is  on  the  crown  of  a  knoll,  is  one  of  the 
best  on  the  course,  being  the  very 
finest  kind  of  old  turf.  In  a  straight 
line  from  the  tee  the  distance  must  be 


THE    VALLEY    GREENS    FROM   THE   CLUB    PIAZZA. 


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SANDS   PUTS   FOR   THE  FINAL   HOLE. 


about  260  yards,  but  in  the  way  the  hole 
is  usually  played  it  must  be  over  300. 

The  next,  i.  e.,  the  seventeenth,  is  the 
longest  hole  of  the  course  at  present, 
being-  about  430  yards,  and,  unless  on 
the  drive,  is  mostly  uphill;  consequently, 
making  it  in  Bogie  figures,  that  is  six 
strokes,  is  to  most  players  very  satisfac- 
tory. 

Now  we  come  to  the  last  or  home 
hole.    The  drive  is  from  the  edge  of  the 


seventeenth  green  across  the  ravine  to 
a  green  quite  near  the  club-house,  as  our 
illustration  shows.  A  good  long  drive,  if 
straight  (for  a  sliced  or  pulled  ball  is 
fatal  here),  will  enable  the  player  to 
make  the  green  with  an  easy  approach 
and  enable  him  to  go  down  in  four. 
Bogie  figures.  This  is  an  ideal  home 
green,  as  the  finish  of  all  matches  can 
be  watched  from  it,  the  drive-off  and 
all  the  play  to  the  last  put. 


^8^.                   .  <^''^„      ■             V^^            ■  ■                       "^^"vt*^*- 

-f^y:3-:v^'- '■'':'' •^■2",  ■-#                •■ 

-«^:.^ 

.---^■.'•>":  "'■:■■'■    ■    „ 

Mr.  Chas.  F.  McKim. 


Mr.  J.  Fisher. 
Mr.  H.  O.  Tallmadge. 
Mr.  Robert  Lockhart.  Dr.  Moffat 

Mr.  J.  C.  Ten  Eyck.  Mr.  John  Reid. 


Copyr^ht  Dy  "Golfing.' 


Mr.  J.  B.  Upham.        Mr.  H.  Holbrook. 
AN    OLD-TIME    GATHERING   AT   THE    OLD    LINKS    AT   GREY    OAKS. 


1 


Photo  by  T.  C.  Turner. 


"For  only  what  is  sound  and  strong 
To  this  vessel  shall  belong." 

(Longfellow's  "  Building  of  the  Ship.") 

MR.    C.    P.    BUCHANAN,    OWNER. 


THe  nmw  onm-DmrnmH  mcHoommm 


WHEN  the  one-design  classes  first 
came  into  vogue  the  idea  made 
itself  manifest  in  knockabouts, 
raceabouts  and  similar  small 
fry.  If  a  man  had  ventured  to  prophesy 
that  the  new  fashion  would  extend  to 
schooners  of  some  pretensions  to  size  he 
might  have  met  with  the  sad  fate  some- 
times meted  out  to  unpopular  soothsay- 
ers by  disappointed  and  defeated  gener- 
als of  armies. 

But,  as  the  old  proverb  says,  the  un- 
expected always  happens.  Three  of  the 
schooner  class  are  already  in  evidence, 
and  undoubtedly  quite  a  squadron 
would  have  been  launched  had  it  not 
been  for  our  little  unpleasantness  with 
Spain.  These  vessels,  as  yet  in  embryo, 
will,  I  am  assured,  make  their  appear- 
ance next  spring  ;  and  judging  from  the 
attractive  appearance  of  the  sample 
vessels  just  completed  I  shall  not  be 
surprised  if  the  class  becomes  quite 
popular  and  numerous. 


This  country  was  the  birthplace  of 
the  fore-and-aft  schooner,  a  rig  which 
has  much  to  recommend  it  from  the 
view-point  of  both  utility  and  beauty  ; 
and  until  steam  drove  them  into  disuse 
our  big  cruising  schooner  yachts  were 
the  pride  of  the  sea. 

Memorable  deep-water  voyages  were 
made  by  the  schooners  Dauntless,  Hen- 
rietta, Sappho,  Vesta,  Norseman,  Mon- 
tauk,  Coronet,  Intrepid,  Yanipa  and 
about  a  dozen  other  historic  craft.  Of 
late  this  rig  seems  to  be  fast  losing  its 
popularity,  and  so  far  as  I  recall  only 
one  of  it — the  Hildegarde — was  built 
last  year. 

It  is  therefore  pleasing  to  be  assured 
that  the  schooner  is  coming  into  vogue 
again,  and  it  gratifies  me  much  to  be 
able  to  chronicle  the  fact  that  the  class 
whereof  I  write  has  not  a  taint  of  freak- 
iness  in  it. 

Mr.  A.  Gary  Smith,  the  designer,  has 
aimed    to  produce   a  good,  wholesome 


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Photo  by  T.  C.  Turner. 


"  ^uild  me  straig-ht,  O  worthy  master. 
Stanch  and  strong,  a  goodly  vessel." 

MR.    PHILIP    T.    DODGE,    OWNER. 


craft  that  a  man  can  rely  upon  in  a 
heavy  blow,  that  shall  be  sufficiently 
fast  for  pleasant  and  rapid  cruising-,  and 
moreover,  if  challenged  to  a  test  of 
speed  by  a  vessel  of  the  same  rig  and 
approximate  size,  shall  behave  with 
credit  if  not  with  distinction,  it  being 
always  understood  that  the  craft  was 
designed  with  a  view  to  cruising  only 
and  with  no  pretensions  to  posing  as  a 
down-to-date  racer.  I  think  that  the  de- 
signer has  hit  the  mark  at  which  he 
aimed;  and  the  builders  (the  Browns  of 
Tottenville)  have  applied  themselves  to 
their  task  as  though  inspired  by  Long- 
fellow's immortal  ode. 

The  first  of  the  three  yachts  to  be 
launched  is  owned  by  Mr.  A.  N.  Chand- 
ler, of  Philadelphia.  In  all  essential 
particulars  the  boats  are  alike.  In  gen- 
eral appearance  the  hull  is  graceful, 
having  the  fashionable  bow  and  long 
overhang  aft,  which  are  now  deemed  in- 
dispensable. The  sheer  is  artistic.  In 
these  days  of  metal  boats  a  man  of  old- 
fashioned  notions  will  take  pleasure  in 
noting  that  these  yachts  are  constructed 
not  of  tin  or  zinc,  or  some  other  metal 
that   a   kick    from    a    mule's   hind   leg 


would  bulge,  but  of  oak  and  hackmatack 
frames,  with  planking  of  yellow  pine. 
The  keel,  stem  and  stern-posts  are  of 
well- seasoned  white  oak,  the  frames 
being  two  steamed  timbers  between  each 
set  of  double  timbers.  Bolted  to  the 
keel  with  twenty- five  bolts  of  Tobin 
bronze  is  nine  tons  of  lead.  The 
planking  consists  of  clear  stuff  specially 
selected  for  the  yachts.  The  general 
dimensions  are:  Length  overall,  64  feet 
2  inches  ;  length  on  load  water-line,  46 
feet;  extreme  beam,  16  feet;  draught 
without  centerboard,  6  feet  6  inches ; 
least  freeboard,  3  feet. 

The  deck  is  roomy  with  a  large  cock- 
pit aft,  the  cabin  trunk  being  rather 
low.  Entrance  to  the  cabin  is  found  by 
a  companionway  on  the  starboard  side, 
down  which  you  descend  to  a  light  and 
spacious  saloon  13  feet  6  inches  long, 
with  a  floor  width  of  6  feet  9  inches  and 
head  room  of  6  feet  3  inches.  In  each 
wing  are  two  berths  and  two  sofas.  A 
sideboard  on  the  port  side  and  an  ex- 
tension table  in  the  middle  complete 
the  simple  cabin  fittings.  The  owner's 
cabin  on  the  starboard  side  has  as  fur- 
niture a  berth,  sofa,  bureau  and  wash- 


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stand,  everything  being  cozy  and  com- 
fortable. Forward  of  this  is  a  toilet 
room.  The  steward's  pantry  is  on  the 
port  side.  The  skipper's  stateroom  is 
forward.  The  forecastle  has  four  ham- 
mock berths,  and  the  galley  is  bigger 
than  one  would  expect.  The  interior  is 
neatly  finished  in  white  pine,  enameled. 
The  centerboard  trunk  is  partly  beneath 
the  floor. 

The  spars  are  of  choice  spruce ;  the 
standing  rigging  is  of  best  cast-steel 
wire  rope,  the  running  rigging  of  manila. 
The  blocks  are  of  white  ash,  the  iron- 
work all  galvanized.  Two  anchors  are 
carried,  one  of  120  pounds,  the  other  of 
160  pounds,  with  70  fathoms  of  tested 
^-inch  cable  chain.  The  yachts  are 
supplied  with  mainsail,  foresail,  fore- 
staysail,  jib,  small  jib,  jibtopsail,  second 
jibtopsail,  spinnaker,  two  gafftopsails, 
and  small  maintopmast-staysail. 

Everything  about  these  yachts  is 
strong  and  substantial.  There  are  no 
costly  frivolities  on  deck  or  below,  but 
there  are  no  cheese-paring  or  skimping 
economies.  To  a  sailor's  eye  the  boats 
look  able  and  shipshape.  The  sail  plan 
is  by  no  means  excessive,  but  appears 


just  right  for  average  summer  cruis- 
ing. Mr.  Smith's  yachts  have  always 
been  famous  for  their  behavior  in 
blows.  The  schooner  Iroquois  weath- 
ered the  brunt  of  the  blizzard  of  1888 
without  parting  a  rope-yarn.  The  In- 
trepid rode  out  a  West  Indian  hurricane 
in  splendid  style.  The  Yainpa,  now 
owned  by  the  German  Emperor  and 
known  as  the  Iduna,  has  braved  many 
a  Western  Ocean  gale.  In  my  judg- 
ment these  new  schooners  will  never 
hurt  their  designer's  reputation,  let  the 
wind  blow  high  or  low. 

The  second  boat  to  be  launched  be- 
longs to  Mr.  Philip  T.  Dodge,  who  with 
his  volunteer  crew  has  done  some  lively 
yacht  racing  in  these  waters.  He  has 
owned  and  raced  several  smart  boats, 
among  them  being  the  Culprit  Fay, 
Jeiiita  and  Xara.  Last  year  he  bought 
the  famous  Burgess  cutter  Gossoon^  the 
conqueror  of  the  smart  Scotch  40-footer 
Minerva.  He  sold  her  recently  to  Mr. 
Rosengarten  of  the  Philadelphia  Yacht 
Club.  Mr.  Dodge  will  always  be  re- 
membered for  winning  ten  races  out  of 
eleven  in  1895  with  his  half-rater  Eos. 

The  third  boat  is  owned  by  Mr.  C.  P. 


Photo  by  T.  0.  Turner. 


"Day  by  day  the  vessel  grew, 

With  timbers  fashioned  strong  and  true." 

MR.    A.    N.    CHANDLER,    OWNER: 


4IO 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


Buchanan,  and  is  called  Uncas.  Mr. 
Buchanan  is  a  popular  member  of  the 
Larchmont  Yacht  Club.  He  sailed  the 
sloop  Olga  for  several  seasons. 

These  three  yachts  form  the  advance 
guard  of  the  new  class.  Upon  the 
showing  they  make  depends  much  of 
its  popularity.  At  the  present  writing 
there  isn't  much  racing  cut  out  for  them, 
but  a  mighty  lot  of  cruising  is  open  to 
them  from  now  on  to  the  close  of  the 
season,  and  that  with  no  danger  of  cap- 
ture by  Spanish  cruisers. 

Credit  to  whom  credit  is  due.  It  was 
Mr.  Frank  Bowne  Jones,  the  vivacious 
Secretary  of  the  North  American  Yacht 
Racing  Union,  who  conceived  the  feasi- 
bility of  the  class  ;  and  at  his  instance 
Mr.  A.  Cary  Smith  designed  a  schooner 
which,  for  good  shape,  plentiful  ac- 
commodation below,  general  all-round 
qualities,  and  smart,  yachty  appearance, 
ought  to  meet  the  requirements  of 
even  the  fanciful  fastidious — vulgarly 
known  as  "  yachting  cranks." 

I  shall  not  be  surprised  if  the  advent 
of  this  new  class,  so  soon  as  the  ad- 
vantages thereof  have  had  time  to  be 
understood  and  appreciated,  Will  have  a 
tendency  to  affect  unfavorably  the  fin- 
keel  racing  machines  and  monstrosities 
which  give  an  old  sailor  the  horrors 
when  he  looks  at  them.  The  admirers 
of    the   "  freaks "   when    cornered   are 


forced  to  admit  that  they  have  nothing 
but  their  speed  to  recommend  them, 
whereas  boats  like  those  described 
above,  of  the  moderately  deep  center- 
board  type,  have  seaworthiness,  comfort, 
and  many  other  qualities  conspicuously 
lacking  in  the  "  freaks." 

There  is  another  consideration  which 
will  appeal  strongly  to  many,  and  that 
is  the  moderate  price  of  these  vessels. 
And  here  let  me  illustrate.  A  cele- 
brated builder  was  asked  last  summer 
to  estimate  for  the  design  and  con- 
struction of  several  fin-keel  racing  51- 
foot  cutters.  The  price  he  asked  was 
deemed  prohibitive  by  the  syndicate 
of  millionaires,  who  were  desirous  of 
having  a  one  -  design  class  to  amuse 
themselves  with  during  the  summer 
season  at  Newport.  I  am  told,  on 
authority  which  I  have  every  reason 
to  trust,  that  the  three  schooners  built 
at  Staten  Island  cost  less  money  than 
was  demanded  by  the  celebrated  builder 
referred  to  for  one  of  the  proposed  51- 
footers. 

The  schooners,  if  they  are  properly 
looked  after,  will  be  as  good  ten  years 
hence  as  they  are  to-day.  The  "  freaks," 
if  built,  will  last  only  just  as  long  as  the 
fashion  for  them  exists,  excellent  as 
racing-machines,  no  doubt,  but  utterly 
unfit  for  the  general  purposes  of  a 
pleasure  craft. 


"Stemson  and  keelson  and  sternson  knee 
(All)  framed  with  perfect  symmetry." 

DECK   V4EW   OF   MR.    CHANDLER's    SCHOONER. 


0UTiNG's  Monthly  Review 


OF 


AMATEUR  SPORTS  AND  PASTIMES. 


INTER-UNIVERSITY  ROWING. 


B 


Y  the  time  these 
lines  appear  in 
print  the  chief 
inter  -  'varsity 
rowing  contests  of 
1898  will  have  taken 
place.  Only  within 
the  last  few  days  have 
the  dates  for  the  Har- 
vard-Yale-Cornell uni 
versify  and  freshmen 
races  been  fixed  as 
June  22d  and  23d  re- 
spectively. The  Cor- 
nell -  Columbia  -  Penn- 
sylvania and  Wiscon- 
sin series  will  be  rowed 
at  Saratoga  within  a 
day  or  two  after  this  article  will  be  published. 
Possibly,  therefore,  I  may  be  permitted  to  re- 
view quite  briefly  the  manner  and  circum- 
stances in  which  the  various  crews  have  been 
preparing  for  their  battles. 

Under  the  coaching  of  Mr.  Rudolph  C.  Leh- 
mann,  Harvard's  'varsity  crew  has  been  pre- 
pared to  meet  its  rivals.  Mr.  Lehmann's  meth- 
ods have  been  essentially  those  according  to 
which  Oxford  and  Cambridge  crews  are  pre- 
pared, with  such  modifications,  however,  as 
differences  of  climate,  physique  and  surround- 
ing conditions  have  necessitated.  The  English 
crews  have  several  advantages  over  our  crews 
in  the  matter  of  surroundings  and  climate. 
Their  training  takes  place  in  cold  weather,  so 
that  they  do  not  have  to  contend  with  the  ener- 
vating influences  of  hot  days  and  nights.  They 
have  a  much  larger  supply  of  oarsmen  to  draw 
upon,  oarsmen,  for  the  most  part,  of  considera- 
ble racing  experience.  Then,  too,  I  think  the 
English  youth  matures  phj'-sically  earlier  than 
his  American  cousin.  These  things  tend  to 
greater  steadiness  on  the  part  of  the  oarsmen, 
and  the  more  phlegmatic  temperament  of  the 
Englishman  renders  him  less  subject  to  violent 
fluctuations  of  form  and  condition.  These  are 
some    of    the   differences   of  which   Mr.    Leh- 


mann  was  not,  perhaps,  sufficiently  apprised 
in  1897. 

If  we  compare  the  conditions  at  Harvard 
with  those  at  Yale  for  a  moment,  other  difficul- 
ties with  which  Mr.  Lehmann  has  undoubtedly 
had  to  contend,  as  a  new  Harvard  coach,  will 
become  apparent. 

For  a  great  many  years  past  Mr.  Robert  J. 
Cook  has  had  undisputed  sway  in  all  matters 
concerned  with  the  "  stroke,"  and  methods  ac- 
cording to  which  Yale  crews  have  been  pre- 
pared. On  the  whole,  he  has  been  marvelously 
successful.  Thus  there  has  been,  during  all 
the  time  the  present  Yale  oarsmen  have  been 
undergraduates,  and  for  a  much  longer  time, 
a  settled,  definite  system  of  coaching  and 
"stroke,"  subject  only  to  minor  modifications 
made  by  the  man  in  charge.  At  Harvard,  on 
the  other  hand,  until  Mr.  Lehmann  took  charge, 
in  1897,  there  has  been  no  such  settled  system 
— very  little  system  of  any  kind  ;  there  have 
been  innumerable  coaches,  each  with  different 
ideas.  At  Yale  there  has  been,  if  I  may  coin  a 
phrase,  an  esprit  du  systenie ;  at  Harvard 
merely  a  strong  devotion  to  the  university,  un- 
backed by  anything  substantial  in  the  way  of 
confidence  in  the  result. 

Thus  Yale  men  enter  a  race  with  a  wonder- 
ful and  perfectly  justifiable  feeling  of  confi- 
dence in  coach  and  "stroke."  Victory  is  the 
rule  with  Yale  crews ;  defeat,  the  great  excep- 
tion. 

Now,  pointing  out  these  differences  does  not 
in  the  least  detract  from  the  merits  of  any  vic- 
tory Yale  may  gain  over  Harvard,  nor  excuse 
beyond  question  Harvard's  perennial  defeats. 
But  they  give  point  to  the  contention  that  it 
will  require  some  years  of  a  settled  system  and 
the  development  of  a  large  supply  of  good  row- 
ing material  to  enable  Harvard  to  overcome 
the  handicaps  of  the  past  and  to  enter  upon  a 
winning  career.  The  plan  of  making  no  dis- 
tinction between  oarsmen  until  after  the  class 
races,  adopted  this  year  at  Harvard,  will  fur- 
nish, in  time,  the  large  supply  of  good  material. 
The  policy  of  clinging  to  Mr.  Lehmann's  ideas 


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as  to  training  and  "  stroke  "  will  give  the  set- 
tled system. 

One  has  only  to  look  at  the  history  of  the 
Cornell  crews  to  see  what  consistently  adhering 
to  one  plan  and  coach  will  do,  provided  the 
coach  has  intelligence  and  a  willingness  to 
learn.  In  spite  of  good  and  evil  report,  in  spite 
of  all  that  was  said  against  employing  a  pro- 
fessional coach,  Cornell  stuck  to  Courtney,  with 
the  result  of  building  up  a  wonderfully  suc- 
cessful system,  and  of  forcing  her  way,  by  sheer 
perseverance,  into  the  front  place.  Courtney 
had  the  ability  to  learn  from  experience  and 
lacked  the  usual  dogged  clinging  to  one  idea, 
or  to  a  state  of  mind  that  passes  for  one  idea, 
which  characterizes  professional  oarsmen. 
One  need  name  no  names  to  instance  a  living 
exponent  of  this  characteristic. 

An  important  result  of  Yale  and  Cornell's 
visits  to  Henley  and  of  Mr.  Lehmann's  visit  to 
us,  has  been  the  abandonment,  to  a  considera- 
ble extent,  of  the  grinding  methods  of  training 
that  formerly  obtained  at  our  universities.  So 
far  as  I  am  aware,  Columbia  is  the  only  impor- 
tant university  which  clings,  in  toto,  to  the  old 
idea  of  putting  her  'varsity  candidates  through 
the  frightful  monotony  of  unbroken  segre- 
gated training  from  January  to  June. 

At  Harvard,  Yale  and  Pennsylvania  the  class 
races  have  taken  or  are  assuming  an  entirely 
new  aspect.  They  are  being,  or  are  beginning 
to  be,  used  as  training  schools  of  the  most  prac- 
tical kind  for  the  'varsity  crews.  At  Harvard 
the  once-despised  Weld  Boat  Club  is  assuming 
a  most  prominent  position.  At  Yale,  racing 
between  scrub  crews  representing  halls  or  dor- 
mitories has  been  instituted  this  year.  At  the 
University  of  Pennsylvania,  good  racing  has 
taken  place  between  crews  representing,  not 
classes,   but  departments  or  "schools."     The 


class  races,  where  maintained,  are  being  given 
the  position  they  should  long  ago  have  at- 
tained. At  Harvard  only,  as  far  as  my  obser- 
vation has  extended,  has  the  admirable  plan 
been  adopted  of  not  discriminating  between 
'varsity  candidates  and  class  crew  men  until 
after  the  class  races.  At  Cornell  a  large 
number  of  crews  each  year  are  made  up  from 
which  to  select  the  final  crew.  All  these  things 
are  tending  to  widen  the  interest  taken  in  row- 
ing, to  raise  the  standard  of  oarsmanship  gen- 
erally, to  bring  the  sport  into  popular  favor 
among  undergraduates  and  to  make  it  less  of  a 
grind  and  more  of  a  sport,  a  pleasure,  to  those 
who  go  in  for  it. 

Another  change  of  methods  noticeable  this 
year  has  been  the  lessening  of  the  amount  of 
work  the  'varsity  crews  have  to  do.  A  row  of 
fifteen  to  twenty  miles  a  day  is  no  longer  gen- 
erally considered  a  sine  qua  non.  It  is  enough 
to  harden  the  men  gradually  without  overtax- 
ing their  endurance.  It  is  enough  to  accustom 
them  to  row  their  four-mile  courses  without 
becoming  exhausted.  There  are  beginning  to 
be  fewer  cut-and-dried  orders  regarding  the 
rate  of  stroke  and  the  precise  thing  to  do  at 
such  and  such  a  point.  More  is  left  to  the  judg- 
ment of  the  stroke  oar,  who  is  coached  to 
quicken  or  lower  the  stroke  as  emergency  may 
demand. 

These  are,  speaking  generally,  the  methods 
or  changes  in  methods  most  noticeable  in  this 
year's  training.  Perhaps  it  is  fortunate  that 
"  news  "  about  the  crews  has  been  crowded  out 
by  war  news,  real  or  imagined.  The  sport  has 
assumed  a  more  proper  aspect,  and  its  develop- 
ment has  proceeded  along  right  lines  without 
the  glare  of  newspaper  notoriety  being  thrown 
upon  every  trivial  incident. 

Chase  Mellen. 


1 


YACHTING. 


THE     NEW     KNOCKABOUTS. 


THE  New  Rochelle  Yacht  Club  began  its 
racing  season  with  a  special  regatta  on 
May  28th,  open  to  yachts  of  all  regu- 
larly organized  yacht  clubs.  A  nice 
little  breeze  blew  from  the  southeast 
when  the  starting  signal  was  given  at  3:12 
p.  M.  The  course  was  the  regular  Number  2 
of  the  club,  and  was  sailed  over  three 
times,  the  distance  being  twelve  and  three- 
quarter  nautical  miles.  Two  of  the  Seawan- 
haka  knockabouts  came  over  to  try  conclusions 
with  the  Boston  craft  Mongoose,  the  crack 
racing  craft  of  1896.  As  this  was  the  first  race 
of  the  new  knockabouts  much  interest  was 
evinced.  The  Nonny,  a  new  knockabout  de- 
signed and  built  by  Huntington,  also  competed. 
H.  Piepgras's  30-foot  sloop  J.  F.  Carroll 
and  W.  P.  Vreeland's  Lizzie  V.,  a  30-foot 
cabin  catboat,  had  sailovers  in  their  respective 
classes.  In  the  25-foot  cabin  cats  J.  S.  Ap- 
pleby's Wi7t  or  Lose  beat  A.  Jacob's  Harrietta 
In.  5m.  17s.  In  the  open  20-foot  cats  A. 
Bryan  Alley's  Minnetofika  beat  W.  Hoey,  Jr.'s, 
Sora  3m.  54s.  In  the  15-foot  open  cats  C.  G. 
Davis's  Lark  beat  T.  J.  S.  Flint's  Cora  (did 
not  finish).  In  the  special  knockabout  class 
(no  time  allowance)  Simeon  Ford's  Mongoose, 


steered  by  that  clever  amateur,  Hazen  Morse, 
beat  Daniel  Bacon's  Seawanhaka  craft  Sent  a 
12m.  I2S. ;  Arthur  Iselin's  Dipper  was  third, 
and  L.  Dunham's  Nonny  fourth.  The  result 
was  not  unexpected,  as  the  Seawanhaka  boats 
could  scarcely  be  said  to  be  in  tip-top  racing 
fettle,  whereas  Mongoose  appeared  fit  as  a 
fiddle.  The  Huntington  boat  is  apt  to  prove 
faster  ere  she  is  many  days  older.  Messrs. 
Tower,  Meyrowitz,  Lippencott,  Rough  and 
Weston  were  the  Regatta  Committee. 

The  Corinthian  Yacht  Club,  of  New  Rochelle, 
opened  its  house  on  Harrison  Island  on  the 
afternoon  of  June  4th.  An  attractive  season  is 
promised.  Commodore  Swett  has  appointed 
E.  Hanford  Sturgess  Fleet  Captain,  F.  Sar- 
gent Grant  Fleet  Surgeon,  and  Chas.  S.  Lane, 
D.  D.,  Fleet  Chaplain. 

The  Corinthian  Yacht  Club,  of  Philadelphia, 
has  a  fleet  of  knockabouts  built  from  the  same 
design  as  those  of  the  Seawanhaka-Corinthian 
Yacht  Club  by  W.  B.  Stearns,  of  Marblehead, 
Mass.  The  first  race  of  the  season  was  sailed 
on  the  Delaware  on  May  21st  in  a  strong  north- 
easter. The  course  was  off  the  club  wharf  at 
Essington,  round  the  red  spar  buoy  bearing 
west-southwest  of  Chester  Island,  thence  to 
the  red  spar  buoy  southeast  of  Chester  Island, 
thence  to  the  black  and  red  spar  buoy  west  of 


YACHTING. 


413 


Little  Tinicum  Island  to  the  finish.  The  start- 
ers were:  C.  Herbert  Miller's  Kid,  Commodore 
Van  Rensselaer's  Fare  da,  C.  H.  Brock's  I'ly, 
Edward  Toland's  Grilse,  John  W.  Brock's 
Menlo,  and  Parker  R.  Freeman's  Spider. 
Farcda  kept  the  lead  to  Little  Tinicum 
Island,  carrying  whole  sail,  but  when  they 
hauled  on  a  wind.  Fly,  under  a  single-reefed 
mainsail,  passed  her,  beating  her  2m.  los.  and 
winning  the  cup  presented  by  Commodore  Van 
Rensselaer.  Fly  was  disquaHfied  for  fouling 
two  mark-boats. 

The  club  has  arranged  to  sail  races  against 
the  Seawanhaka- Corinthian  knockabouts  in 
Oyster  Bay  August  22d  and  26th.  The  rules 
which  govern  the  Philadelphia  knockabout 
races  are  as  follows  :  Crew  limited  to  three  ; 
helmsman  an  amateur ;  one  professional  al- 
lowed. A  lady  may  be  carried  in  addition  to 
the  crew.  No  doors,  bulkheads,  or  permanent 
fittings  shall  be  removed  for  racing  purposes. 
One  gun  flying  start,  with  a  preparatory  signal 
given  five  minutes  before  the  starting  signal. 
The  spinnaker  boom  when  used  in  carrying  sail 
shall  not  be  lashed  to  the  f  orestay  or  stern  head. 

There  are  to  be  three  series  of  races  during 
the  season,  first,  second,  and  third  prizes  to  be 
award  at  the  conclusion  of  each  series,  and  a 
first  and  second  prize  whenever  there  are  more 
than  two  contestants  in  each  race  of  the  series. 

The  series  shall  be  decided  by  the  aggregate 
number  of  points  obtained  by  the  contestants 
in  all  the  races  of  the  series  in  which  they  shall 
have  sailed.  The  yacht  obtaining  the  highest 
number  of  points  shall  receive  the  first  prize, 
the  next  the  second  prize,  and  the  next  the 
third  prize.  A  yacht  shall  be  credited  with 
as  many  points  in  each  race  as  the  number 
of  boats  she  defeats,  with  one  point  added  as  a 
premium  for  entry.  Each  yacht  carrying  a 
lady  in  excess  of  the  number  of  the  crew  al- 
lowed shall  be  allowed  one  second  per  mile  of 
the  course  sailed,  to  be  deducted  from  her  act- 
ual time.  A  special  prize  shall  be  awarded  to 
the  yacht  winning  the  greatest  number  of  races 
during  the  season. 

In  this  connection  it  may  be  interesting  to 
note  the  plan  just  agreed  upon  by  the  Yacht 
Racing  Association  of  Massachusetts  for  calcu- 
lating association  championship  percentages. 
The  method  for  computing  follows  :  One  hun- 
dred per  cent,  for  winning  first  place,  75  per 
cent,  for  winning  second  place,  50  per  cent,  for 
winning  third  place,  25  per  cent,  for  each  other 
yacht  completing  the  course  within  the  time 
limit.  Only  open  races  which  have  been  duly 
scheduled  and  accepted  by  the  Executive  Com- 
mittee in  advance  of  the  race  and  which  are 
sailed  under  the  new  rules  of  the  association 
shall  be  counted  for  percentage.  The  total 
amount  of  percentage  will  be  divided  by  the 
number  of  starts.  In  figuring  percentages  it 
will  be  assumed  that  a  yacht  shall  have  started 
in  at  least  half  as  many  races  as  the  yacht  hav- 
ing the  largest  number  of  starts  in  her  class. 
As  was  the  case  last  year  a  championship  medal 
and  pennant  will  be  awarded  the  yacht  in  each 
class  winning  the  highest  percentage  in  that 
class. 

EVENTS    OF    MEMORIAL    DAY. 

In  marked  contrast  to  the  usual  animated 
"opening   sail"   of  the  Atlantic  Yacht  Club, 


which  in  past  years  has  excited  so  much  eager 
competition  for  the  valuable  prizes  offered  to 
the  winners  in  each  class,  was  the  plain  cere- 
mony with  which  the  new  club  house  at  Sea 
Gate  was  formally  opened  on  May  30th.  In- 
stead of  a  large  fleet  of  vessels  impatiently 
tugging  at  their  moorings  for  the  signal  to 
start,  with  all  their  muslin  except  the  head 
sails  spread  to  the  breeze,  there  were  only  a 
few  boats  clustered  about  the  flagship  SacJiem. 
There  was,  however,  a  large  company  of  mem- 
bers and  guests  who  inspected  and  admired  the 
new  club-house,  which  was  described  and  illus- 
trated in  this  magazine  last  month.  The  num- 
ber of  ladies  present  was  large.  At  one  o'clock 
Commodore  Adams  gave  the  signal  for  going 
into  commission  from  the  Sachem,  and  the  flag 
was  hoisted  and  saluted  after  the  time-honored 
fashion  which  has  obtained  since  the  club  was 
founded.  After  this  ceremony  there  was  a 
reception  on  the  flagship.  In  the  evening  din- 
ner was  served  in  the  banquet-room  of  the 
club,  after  which  there  was  a  dance.  Vice- 
Commodore  B.  M.  Whitlock  also  entertained 
on  his  auxiliary  steamer  Hildegarde.  The 
bad  weather  had  prevented  the  bulk  of  the 
fleet  from  attending,  rain,  the  hereditary  enemy 
of  paint,  varnish,  and  the  general  adornment 
of  yachts  by  sailors,  having  delayed  their 
equipment.  Colonel  Austen,  Chairman  of  the 
Regatta  Committee,  wishes  it  to  be  understood 
that  the  owners  of  small  craft  will  be  afforded 
many  opportunities  of  racing  between  now  and 
the  end  of  October.  The  extensive  programme 
arranged  for  the  season  had  to  be  abandoned 
on  account  of  the  mining  of  the  Narrows  and 
the  Lower  Bay  and  the  incidental  restrictions 
on  all  craft  using  the  waters.  The  steamboat 
Defe7tder  has  been  chartered  for  the  season^ 
and  will  make  four  trips  daily  between  Liberty 
Island  pier,  on  the  Battery,  and  the  club  pier 
at  Sea  Gate.  Pass-books  can  be  obtained  from 
Superintendent  Parkhurst  at  the  club-house, 
but  members  not  having  them  may  hand  their 
cards  to  the  skipper  of  the  Defetider. 

The  Harlem  Yacht  Club,  after  being  assured 
by  the  War  Department  that  there  would  be 
no  danger  from  submarine  mines  to  lives  or 
boats  while  following  the  regatta-  course 
marked  on  a  chart  submitted  to  the  depart- 
ment, decided  to  hold  its  fifteenth  annual  re- 
gatta, as  usual,  on  Memorial  day.  There  was 
a  large  fleet  of  starters,  the  wind  being  light 
from  the  south  when  the  signal  was  given  at 
I  p.  M.  The  courses  for  the  larger  craft  were 
from  oflf  Belden  Point,  City  Island,  to  and 
around  Matinicock  Point  buoy  and  a  red  spar 
buoy  off  Parsonage  Point  and  back.  Distance, 
20  nautical  miles.  The  25-foot  classes  had  Ma- 
tinicock Point  and  the  black  spar  buoy  off  De- 
lancy  Point  as  outer  marks,  the  distance  being 
18  nautical  miles. 

The  lesser  craft  sailed  over  a  small  triangle 
of  13  nautical  miles,  the  outer  points  being  Old 
Hen  buoy  and  Delancy  Point.  Forty  yachts 
started,  as  follows  :  Cabin  sloops — 43-foot  class: 
H.  Butler's  Lady  Emma,  R.  Evans'  Mistral, 
H.  Hanlein's  Pontiac,  J.  K.  Getty's  Mary  B. 
and  Messrs.  Bird's  Nimrod.  Cabin  sloops — 
36-foot  class  :  W.  P.  Schultz's  Reliance  and 
H.  E.  Wigand's  Eleanor.  Cabin  sloops— 30- 
foot  class  :  T.  Kiernan's  Water  Lily,  C.  Les- 
ser's  Ruth,  J.  H.  Symoners'  Albatross  and  O. 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


C.  KigVsPe^re/.  Cabin  sloops — 25-foot  class: 
F.  Schavoir's  Grade,  C.  Christianson's  Naiad, 
Messrs.  Sullivan's  Coquette  and  M.  Dewey's 
Lotta.  Open  cats — 30-foot  class :  C.  l^ocV- 
v^ood^'s,  Mystic  and  P.  YJix^cYi's,  Jessie.  Cabin 
cats — 30-foot  class  :  W.  P.  Vreeland's  Lizzie 
v.,  D.  Shea's  Mary  S.  and  S.  Jacobs'  Ann. 
Open  jib  and  mainsail  —  36-foot  class:  W. 
Christie's  Delphine.    Cabin  cats — 25-foot  class: 

A.  M.  Bradley's  S/iippan,  W.  P.  Shearer's 
Lauretta,  J.  Boelsen's  Mohica7i,  E.  L.  Felle- 
man's  Falka,  M.   P.   Lee's   Oriole,  R.  Tudor's 

Winona,  F.  Taylor's  Allegro  and  J.  S.  Ap- 
pleby's Win  or  Lose.  Open  cats  —  25-foot 
class  :  Hoyt  and  Parks'  E.  Z.  Sloat,  G.  Han- 
son's Norman  and  G.  H.  Cadugan's  Jennie  C. 
Open  jib  and  mainsail — 25-foot  class  :  A.  Z. 
Shavoir's  A/nericns,  J.  A.  Kipp's  Zetes  and  P. 
Miller's  Jtist  J^ig /it.  Cabin  cats — 20-foot  class: 
W.  F.  Buggie's  Swastika.  Open  cats — 20-foot 
class  :  J.  F.  Proctor  s  dell  andW.  Scardefield's 
Regina.  Open  cats — 15-foot  class:  C.  G.  Da- 
vis' Lark  and  the  Laura  Lee. 

The  first  leg  of  the  course  was  a  reach,  with 
the  wind  on  the  starboard  beam.  They  jibed 
round  Matinicock  buoy,  and  were  able  to  lay 
their  course  thence  with  the  wind  on  the  port 
beam  to  Parsonage  Point.  The  last  leg  was  a 
beat  back  to  Belden  Point,  the  wind  hauling  to 
west  and  freshening.  Pontiac  led  the  fleet 
from  Parsonage  Point  home.  The  Mary  B. 
lost  her  topmast.  Lady  Emma,  Mistral,  El- 
eanor., Albatross,  Grade,  Natad,  Coquette, 
Lotta,  Ann  and  Winona  did  not  finish.  The 
winners  were  :  Pontiac,  Reliance,  Water  Lily, 
Mystic,  Lizzie  V.,  Delphine,  Win  or  Lose,E. 
Z.  Sloat,  Zetes,  Swastika,  Regitia  and  Lark. 
Th.e  steamer  Gleii  Lsland  carried  two  thou- 
sand people  over  the  course. 

The  Indian  Harbor  Yacht  Club,  after  going 
into  commission  at  ten  o'clock  on  Memorial 
day,  inaugurated  the  sport  of  the  season  with 
a  race  of  the  club's  one-design  dories,  which 
was  interesting  and  amusing.  There  were  ten 
entries,  as  follows  :  Commodore  H.  E.  Janes' 
Prize,  L.  C.  Ketchum's  Ketch  LL.,  F  S.  Dore- 
vans' Sweinet  Pup,  H.  E.Doremus'A'(9  Name,W . 

B.  Greeley's  Fertt,  T.  De  W.  Scoble's  Harry, 
J.   H.    Downing's   Porgy,    C.    S.    Somerville's 

Vellow  Pup,  J.  H.  Dayton's  Tender  and  W. 
Fischer's  Bass.  The  course  was  over  a  tri- 
angle of  I  Vz  miles  sailed  twice.  There  was  a 
nice  little  breeze  from  southwest  shifting  later 
on  to  northwest  Fern  capsized  on  the  first 
leg  of  the  second  round  when  she  seemed  to 
have  a  fair  chance  of  winning.  The  Bass 
withdrew.  The  winners  were  Prize,  Ketch 
and  Sweinet  Pup,  finishing  first,  second  and 
third,  respectively.  An  extra  race  between 
Sweijiet  Pup,  Yellow  Pup  and  No  Name  was 
won  by  the  first  named.  F.  Bowne  Jones, 
Charles  E.  Macmanus,  D.  Willis  Merritt,  E. 
Burton  Hart  and  Charles  P.  Tower  were  the 


Regatta  Committee.  Commodore  Charles  T. 
Willis  appointed  Mr.  C.  Stuart  Somerville 
Fleet  Captain  and  Dr.  L.  P.  Jones  Fleet  Sur- 
geon. 

The  Seawanhaka  Corinthian  Yacht  Club  went 
into  commission  on  Saturday,  May  29th,  the 
burgee  being  hoisted  and  saluted  in  the  morn- 
ing, and  the  first  of  the  knockabout  races  being 
sailed  in  the  afternoon,  in  a  light  northeast 
wind.  The  starters  were  C.  K.  G.  Billings' 
Lady  Blanche,  Nelson  Burr's  Bee,  John  C. 
Scott's  Tosto,  George  Bullock's  Taifie,  G. 
Milne's  Francis,  F.  W.  Beyer's  Midge,  F.  D. 
Sherman's  Nakade,  and  J.  Sherman  Hoyt's 
Stella.  Lady  Blanche  won  by  2m.  iis.,  the 
Bee  being  second.     One-gun  start. 

On  Memorial  day  another  race  of  the  knock- 
abouts was  sailed  over  a  short  triangle,  three 
times  round,  distance  11  miles.  The  wind  was 
light,  from  northwest,  and  the  starters  were  J. 
R.  Maxwell's  Gloria,  F.  D.  Glennon's  Nakade, 
C.  K.  G.  Billings'  Lady  Blanche,  Arthur  Ise- 
lin's  Dipper,  Nelson  Burr's  Bee,  Daniel  Bacon's 
Santa,  George  Milne's  Francis,  J.  S.  Hoyt's 
Stella,  T.  W.  Beyer's  Midge,  George  Bullock's 
Taijie,  and  Lloyd  M.  Scott's  Tosto.  Bee  fin- 
ished first,  but  her  helmsman  entered  a  protest 
against  himself,  so  he  was  disqualified,  the 
first  prize  being  awarded  to  Stella  and  the  sec- 
ond to  Tosto,  Stella  winning  by  7  seconds. 
The  shortest  time  over  the  course  was  2h.  36m. 
20S.  and  the  longest  2h.  53m.  35s.  Francis 
withdrew.  The  club  fully  approves  of  the  new 
class  and  so  do  the  owners,  who  look  forward 
to  great  sport  during  the  season  with  these  able 
little  vessels. 

The  twentj'-ninth  annual  regatta  of  the 
Oceanic  Yacht  Club  was  sailed  in  New  York 
Bay,  oft'  Communipaw,  on  May  30th,  in  a  brisk 
southerly  breeze.  The  starters  were  :  Open 
jib  and  mainsail  boats  over  20  feet — I.  Ellis' 
Pauline  and  W.  S.  Bishop's  Jack  ;  open  cats 
over  20  feet,  Capt.  Dunham's  Eureka  and  R. 
Hawthorne's  Aurora  ;  open  cats  under  20 feet, 
J.  Watson's  Chic  and  Rigmarden  &  Pray's 
Bell ;  sailing  skiffs,  Rigmarden  &  Pray's  Mary 
E.,  F.  Winkle's  Nellie  V.,  R.  Peterson's  _///;.?/ 
Look,  and  M.  Bradley's  Willie  B.  The  win- 
ners were  Pauline,  Eureka,  Chic  and  Mary 
E.     Aurora  did  not  finish. 

The  Staten  Island  Yacht  Club,  Commodore 
Charles  F.  Hicks,  opened  the  season  with  a  sail 
down  the  bay  as  far  as  the  Shrewsbury  River, 
returning  in  time  to  hold  a  reception  at  the 
club-house  at  Stapleton  in  the  evening. 

The  Pavonia  and  Jersey  City  Yacht  Clubs 
held  opening  sails  down  the  bay,  and  were 
joined  by  the  fleet  of  the  Jersey  Yacht  Club, 
whose  headquarters  are  in  the  old  club-house 
of  the  New  York  Yacht  Club,  in  the  Elysian 
Fields,  Hoboken.  The  combined  squadron 
numbered  more  than  a  hundred  sail. 

A.  J.  Kenealy. 


ATHLETICS. 


THIS  year's  inter-collegiate  athletic  meet 
at  Berkeley  Oval  brought  out  some 
remarkable  performers,  most  of  whom 
represented  the  University  of  Penn- 
sylvania. It  was  expected  that  Penn- 
sylvania  would    head  the   list   of   point  win- 


ners, but  it  was  not  generally  believed  that  she 
would  do  so  remarkably  well.  Few  colleges 
have  ever  possessed  at  the  same  time  such  won- 
derful performers  as  she  was  this  year  able 
to  put  into  the  arena  and  onto  the  track.  The 
work  of  A.   C.  Kraenzlein  was   probably  the 


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finest  exhibition  ever  seen  in  these  games.  In 
the  same  day  he  broke  two  inter-collegiate  rec- 
ords and  a  world's  record.  J.  C.  McCracken 
proved  his  superiority  with  the  shot  and  ham- 
mer, and  gave  us  two  new  records.  This  re- 
markable hammer-thrower  followed  up  his  good 
work  two  days  after  the  inter-collegiate  meet 
by  winning  a  world's  record,  against  its  holder, 
at  the  N.  J.  A.  C.'s  games.  W.  B.  Tewkes- 
bury did  excellent  work  in  the  sprints,  and  it 
only  remains  for  him  and  Wefers  to  meet,  when 
the  finest  sprinting  race  ever  witnessed  should 
be  seen.  W.  B.  Fetterman  walked  in  remark- 
able style,  and  created  a  new  record  for  the 
mile  with  ease.  The  work  of  J.  D.  Winsor  in 
the  high  jumps  was  again  remarkable,  for  al- 
though he  was  badly  handicapped  by  a  dislo- 
cated ankle,  he  was  tied  with  three  other  men 
at  a  height  of  5ft.  iii^^in.  J.  F.  Cregan, 
Princeton's  representative,  was  another  of  the 
men  worthy  of  note  ;  he  is  another  of  the  double 
champion  men,  taking  the  half  and  one-mile 
runs  in  well-judged  races.  M.  Prinstein  won 
the  championship  and  record  for  the  broad 
jump,  in  a  wonderful  jump,  and  in  a  year  when 
broad  jumping  is  at  a  very  high  standard  ;  both 
he  and  Remington  beat  the  record  in  the  final.and 
Kraenzlein  cleared  23ft.  il4^n.  in  the  prelimi- 
nary round.  In  the  pole  vaults  G.  S.  Clapp,  who 
had  recently  done  lift.  6in.,  could  not  do  better 
than  lift.  4Xin.,  and  tied  with  W.  W.  Hoyt  at 
that  height,  the  latter  winning  the  medal  by  a 
toss.  Both  men  hold  a  new  inter-collegiate 
record. 

Although  the  track  and  field  events  were  of  a 
high  order,  the  cycling  was  distinctly  poor,  ex- 
cept in  the  short  distances,  when  the  men  did 
themselves  justice  by  getting  out,  and  went  for 
all  they  were  worth.  The  new  tactics  of  loaf- 
ing and  bunching  up,  each  competitor  being 
fearful  of  first  coming  out  and  making  the  run- 
ning, are  becoming  very  tedious  to  the  specta- 
tors. Not  only  have  the  collegians  adopted  these 
styles,  but  their  younger  brothers  at  the  school- 
boy competitions  are  following  the  poor  example. 
Time  and  records  have  ceased  to  be  considered 
in  distance  bicycle  races  ;  "jockeying"  and 
"brain  work  "are  now  the  order  of  the  day. 
This  is  hardly  what  we  look  for  in  good  honest 
amateur  athletic  sport,  which,  in  colleges  and 
schools,  is  presumably  a  pleasant  way  of  devel- 
oping the  muscle  and  general  physical  condition 
of  the  men.  All  honest  lovers  of  sport  prefer 
to  see  a  man  race  for  the  best  time  he  can  make, 
and  some  change  must  be  brought  to  bear  on 
these  events. 

NEW  ORLEANS   CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  most  important  athletic  event  in  the 
South  was  the  first  annual  spring  championship, 
held  at  New  Orleans  May  14th,  under  the  au- 
spices of  the  Amateur  Athletic  Union.  The 
New  York  A.  C.  sent  a  team  South  for  the 
meet.  A  glance  at  the  summary  shows  that 
the  metropolitan  men  did  their  share  of  the 
winning,  taking  six  firsts  out  of  a  programme  of 
eighteen  events. 

Summary  : 

100-yard  dash — Won  by  B.  J.  Wefers,  New  York  A. 
C;  Ed.  Dupre,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  2;  W.  J.  Baquie,  s-  Time, 
30  1-5S. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  Richard  Sheldon,  N.  Y. 
A.  C;  E.  J.  Miltenberger,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  2;  Harry  Fitz- 
patrick,  S.  A.  C,  3.    Distance,  44ft.  gin. 


Half-mile  run— Won  by  W.  M.  Long,  N.  Y.  A.  C;  W. 
C.  Shanks,  Jr.,  Y.  U.  G.  C,  2;  W.  E.  Turner,  S.  A.  C.,3. 
Time,  2m.  10  4-55. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  Eads  Johnson,  S.  A.  C;  Robert 
Crump,  S.  A.  C,  2;  Sid  Ellis,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  3.  Height, 
9ft.  3in. 

220-yard  run— Won  by  B.  J.  Wefers,  N.  Y.  A.  C;  H. 
W.  AUeyn,  S.  A.  C,  2;  Ed.  Dupre,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  3. 
Time,  22s. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer— Won  by  J.  Flanagan,  NT. 
Y.  A.  C. ;  E.  J.  Miltenberger,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  2;  Richard 
Sheldon,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  3.     Distance.  153ft.  yin. 

120-yard  hurdle  race- Won  by  Sid  B.  Jones,  Birming- 
ham Athletic  Club;  Eads  Johnson,  S.  A.  C,  2.  Time, 
18  4-sS. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  Harry  Fitzpatrick,  S. 
A.  C. ;  Sid  B.  Jones,  Birmingham  A.  C,  2.  Height, 
5ft.  gin. 

i-mile  bicycle  race — Won  bj'  T.  J.  Shaw,  S.  A.  C; 
Geo.  C.  Stanfield,  S.  A.  C.  2;  Geo.  N.  Roberts,  S.  A.  C, 
3.    Time,  3m.  17  2-5S. 

Standing  broad  jump— Won  by  E.  C.  Hyatt,  S.  A.  C; 
Harry  Fitzpatrick,  2.     Distance,  loft.,  4  3-5in. 

440  yard  run— Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  N.  Y.  A.  C;  E.  E. 
W.  Alleyn,  S.  A.  C,  2;  E.  Demoruelle,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  3. 
Time,  51  4-5S. 

Throwing  discus— Won  by  Richard  Sheldon,  N.  Y. 
A.  C;  E.  J.  Miltenberger,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  2;  J.  Flanagan, 
N.  Y.  A.  C.,  3.     Distance,  115ft.  6in. 

220-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  H.  Chaffe,  S.  A.  C; 
Sid  B.  Jones,  Birmingham  A.  C,  2.    Time,  29  2-5S. 

Throwing  56-lb.  weight — Won  by  Richard  Sheldon, 
N.  Y.  A.  C;  E.  J.  Miltenberger,  Y.  M.  G.  C,  2;  J.  Flan- 
agan, N.  Y.  A.  C.,  3.     Distance,  agft.  3^in. 

i-mile  run— Won  by  W.  B.  Coleman,  S.  A.  C;  W.  E. 
Turner,  S.  A.  C,  2.    Time,  sm.  37s. 

Running  broad  j'ump — Won  by  L.  Mauberret,  S.  A. 
C;  Harry  Fitzpatrick,  S.  A.  C,  2;  Sid  B.  Jones,  Bir- 
mingham A.  C,  3.    Distance,  20ft.  354in. 

I-mile  walk— Won  by  H.  W.  Fitzpatrick,  S.  A.  C;  E. 
C.  Hyatt,  S.  A.  C,  2.    Time,  gm.  3s. 

Relay  race — Won  by  S.  A.  C.  team.  Race  protested 
on  account  of  Coleman  being  substituted  for  Eshleman 
and  entered  on  track.    No  time. 

HARVARD-YALE. 

The  annual  dual  track  games  between  Har- 
vard and  Yale  were  held  May  14th  at  Holmes' 
Field.  The  weather  and  track  were  all  that 
could  be  desired.  The  finishes  of  several  of  the 
races  were  most  exciting,  three  of  them  being 
dead  heats.  The  finish  between  Fish  and 
Fisher,  in  the  quarter-mile,  was  the  event  of 
the  day.  Three  Harvard- Yale  records  were 
broken — the  mile  run,  the  pole  vault  and  the 
broad  jump.  Harvard  finally  placed  a  victory 
to  her  credit  with  a  score  of  56  points  to  48. 

The  summary  follows  : 

loo-yard  dash,  final  heat — Won  by  A.  W.  Robbins, 
Harvard;  F.  F.  Blount,  Yale,  2;  C.  C".  Conway,  Yale,  3. 
Time,  10  1-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle,  final  heat — Won  by  E.  G.  Perkins, 
Yale;  F.  B.  Fox,  Harvard,  2;  J.  W.  Hallowell,  Harvard, 
3.     Time,  16  1-5S. 

440-yard  run— Dead  heat  between  H.  H.  Fish,  H.,  and 
T.  R.  Fisher,  Y.;  J.  L.  Bremer,  3.    Time,  51s. 

I-mile  run— Won  by  D.  Grant,  H.;  C.  B.  Spitzer,  Y.,  2; 
H.  B.  Clarke,  H.,  3.     Time,  4m.  26  1-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle,  final  heat — Won  by  J.  L.  Bremer,  H.; 
W.  G.  More,  H.,  2;  dead  heat  between  J.  W.  Hallowell, 
H.,  and  E.  C.  Perkins,  Y.,  3.    Time.  25  2-5S. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  C.  H.  Ordway,  Y.;  C.  D.  Dra- 
per, H.,  2;  S.  H,  Bush,  H.,  3.     Time,  2m.  4s. 

220-yard  dash,  final  heat — Won  by  C.  J.  Gleason,  Y. ; 
E.  J.  Green,  H.,  2;  F.  H.  Bigelow,  H.,  3.     Time,  22  4-5S. 

Shot  put— Won  by  E.  E.  O'Donnell,  Y.,  distance  40ft. 
sJ^in.;  G.  Ellis,  H.,  2,  distance  39ft.  6^in.;  S.  F.  Mills, 
3,  distance  38ft.  Sin. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  B.  Johnson,  Y.,  height  iift.  ^in.; 
R.  G.  Clapp,  Y.,  2;  height  iift;  C.  T.  Dudley,  Y.,  3, 
height  loft  3in. 

High  jump— Won  by  A.  N.  Rice,  H.,  height  sft.  ii^in.; 
tie  between  W.  G.  Morse,  H.,  and  S.  G.Ellis,  H.,  2,  height 
sft.  gj^in.     Ellis  won  on  toss. 

Broad  jump— Won  by  A.  L.  Nickerson.  H..  distance 
22ft.  loin.;  J.  G.  Clarke,  H.,  2,  distance  22ft.  Kin-I  W.  F. 
B.  Berger,  Y.,  3.  21ft.  8i^in. 

Throwing  the  hammer— Won  by  W.  D.  Hennen,  H., 
distance  123ft.  loin.;  G.  Cadwalader,Y.,  2,  distance  121ft. 
7in.;  S.  B.  Sutphen,  Y.,  3,  distance  ii8ft.  8  i-2in. 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


The  point  summary  is  as  follows  : 

Event.  Yale.     Harvard. 

loo-yard  dash 3  5 

120-yard  hurdle 5  3 

440-yardrun sK  4^ 

Mile  run 2  6 

220-yard  hurdle ^  -jY^ 

880-yard  run 5  3 

220-yard  dash S  3    , 

Shot  put S  3 

Pole  vault  8  o 

High  jump o  8 

Broad  jump i  7 

Hammer  throw 3  5 

Bicycle  race 7  i 

Totals 48  56 

CORNELL — COLUMBIA. 

The  dual  athletic  games  of  Columbia  and 
Cornell  were  held  at  Berkeley  Oval,  N.  Y. , 
May  14th,  and  resulted  in  a  win  for  the  Cornell 
students  by  a  score  of  71^  points  to  54  J^. 

The  summaries  follow  : 

100-yard  dash— Won  by  W.  H.  Thompson,  Cornell, 
with  F.  C.  Simons,  Columbia,  2,  and  B.  W.  Wenman, 
Columbia,  3.     Time,  10  4-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race,  final  heat— Won  by  R.  H.  Rip- 
ley, with  W.  T.  Yale,  2,  and  P.  Van  Ingen,  3.  Time,  17s. 

Quarter-mile  run — Won  by  F.  R.  Steven,  Columbia, 
with  P.  B.  Kennedy,  Cornell,  2,  and  W.  H.  Thompson, 
Cornell,  3.    Time,  52  2-55. 

i-mile  run — Won  by  H.  O.  Mosenthal,  Columbia,  with 
S.  S.  Barrett,  Cornell,  2,  and  S.  L.  Tuttle,  Cornell,  3. 
Time,  4m.  42s. 

i-mile  walk— Won  by  E.  C.  Zellar,  Cornell,  with  W. 
J.  Whitson,  Cornell,  2,  and  S.  L.  Josephthal,  Columbia, 
3.    Time,  7m.  45s. 

Putting  the  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  A.  B.  Lender,  Cor- 
nell, with  a  put  of  37ft.  2in.;  S.  Nash,  Columbia,  2, 
with  36ft.  ij^in.,  and  J.  B.  Stewart,  Columbia,  3,  with 
35ft.  S^m. 

I-mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  Irwin  A.  Powell,  Co- 
lumbia, with  C.  Schwartz,  Columbia,  2,  and  J.  T.  Will- 
iams, Columbia,  3.    Time,  3m.  7  i-ss. 

220-yard  hurdle  race,  final  heat — Won  by  H.  E.  Clark, 
with  P.  M.  Walters,  2,  and  D.  Chalmers,  3.    Time,  28s. 

220-yard  dash,  final  heat— Won  by  F.  R.  Steven,  with 
J.  Vreeland,  2,  and  W.  H.  Thompson,  3.    Time,  24s. 

Half-mile  run— Won  by  H.  H.  Bassett,  Cornell,  with 
H.  O.  Mosenthal,  Columbia,  2,  and  N.  C.  Gateman, 
Cornell,  3.    Time,  2m.  2  3-5S. 

Throwing  the  i6-lb.  hammer— Won  by  G.  Welles,  Co- 
lumbia, with  a  throw  of  122ft.  4}^in. ;  A.  B.  Lender, 
Cornell,  2,  with  103ft.  gin.,  and  E.  B.  Bruce,  Columbia, 
3,  with  q6ft.  8^in. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  G.  A.  Larkin,  Cor- 
nell,  with  a  jump  of  21ft.  sJ^in.;  T.  G.  Sherman,  Co- 
lumbia, 2,  with  2ift.  ij^in.,  and  C.  H.  Burnside,  Colum- 
bia, 3,  w^ith  20ft.  -jin. 

Running  high  jump — Won  by  C.  N.  Powell,  Cornell, 
with  a  jump  of  5ft.  gin.;  W.  H.  Grace,  Columbia,  2,  with 
5ft.  8in.,  and  B.  W.  Wenman,  Columbia,  and  A.  War- 
ner, Cornell,  tied  for  third  place,  at  5ft.  7in. 

Pole  vault— K.  L.  Caswell,  Columbia,  and  E.  A.  Kin- 
zie,  Cornell,  tied  for  first  place  at  10ft.  2in.  and  divided 
the  points;  G.  H.  Young  and  E.  W.  Earle,  both  of  Cor- 
nell, tied  for  third  place  at  9ft. 

RUTGERS  COLLEGE — NEW  YORK  UNIVERSITY. 

The  dual  track  meet  of  the  New  York  Uni- 
versity and  Rutgers  College  was  held  at  Ohio 
Field,  University  Heights,  May  14th.  The  New 
York  Univ.  men  won  easily,  with  87  points  to  23. 

The  weather  and  track  were  favorable,  and 
several  of  the  dual  game  records  were  broken. 

The  summary  of  events  is  as  follows  : 

100-yard  dash— Won  by  Plumley,  Rutgers  ;  Dench- 
field,  N.  Y.  U.,  2  ;  Hart,  Rutgers,  3.    Time,  10  2-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle — Won  by  Barringer,  N.  Y.  U. ;  Bro- 
kaw,  Rutgers,  2;  Robertson,  N.  Y.  U.,  3.    Time,  16  3-5S. 

440-yard  run— Won  by  Reese,  N.Y.  U. ;  Hicks,  N.  Y.U., 
2;  Ransom,  Rutgers,  3.    Time,  53  3-5S. 

I-mile  run— Won  by  Barron,  N.  Y.  U. ;  Delamater, 
N.  Y.  U.,  2;  Sarles,  Rutgers,  3.    Time,  5m.  4s. 

I-mile  walk— Won  by  Fernald,  N.  Y.  U.;  McCracken, 
N.  Y.  U.,  2;  Burnett,  3.    Time,  8m.  iis. 

220-yard  hurdle— Won  by  Smith,  N.  Y.  U.;  Brokaw, 
Rutgers,  2;  Van  Vleck,  N.  Y.  U.,  3.    Time.  26  4-5S. 

220-yard  run— Won  by  Denchfield,  N.  Y.  U. ;  Hicks, 
N.  Y.  U.,  2;  Plumley,  Rutgers,  3.    Time,  23  4-5S. 


SSoyard  run — Won  by  Reese,  N.  Y.  U. ;  Herrmannv 
N.  Y.  U.,  2;  Brink,  Rutgers,  3.    Time,  2m.  11  1-55. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot — Won  by  Carey,  N.Y.  U.;  Decker,. 
Rutgers,  2;  Mahoney,  N.  Y.  U..  3.    Listance,  33ft.  ij^in. 

Polevault— Won  by  Young,  N.  Y.  U.;  MacDonald^ 
N.  Y.  U.,  2  ;  Sampson,  Rutgers,  3.     Height,  gft.  2in. 

Running  high  jump — Won  by  Mahoney,  N.  Y.  U.;. 
Brokaw,  Rutgers,  2  ;  Thompson,  Rutgers,  3.  Height, 
5ft.  sin. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer— Won  by  Brown,  N.  Y.  U.; 
Decker,  Rutgers,  2;  Carey,  N.  Y.  U..  3.     Distance,  94ft. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  Mahoney,  N.  Y.  U. ; 
Smith,  N.  Y.  U.,  2;Ranney,  Rutgers,  3.  Distance,  20ft. 
6in. 

Throwing  the  discus— Won  by  Mahoney,  N.  Y.  U.  ;^ 
Valentine,  N.  Y.  U.,  2;  Parsons,  Rutgers,  3.  Distance, 
90ft. 

The  fifth  annual  championship  of  the  Long 
Island  Interscholastic  Athletic  League  was 
held  at  Eastern  Park,  Brooklyn,  May  14th. 
St.  Paul's  turned  out  a  strong  team  and  gained 
an  easy  victory.  W.  A.  Blount  carried  off  the 
honors  for  the  winning  team,  by  placing  the 
"  quarter,"  "  half,"  and  mile  to  his  credit. 

The  following  will  show  the  results  in  the 
various  events  : 

100-yard  dash,  junior,  final  heat— Won  by  T.  Kehr, 
Adelphi  ;  E.  Bishop,  Adelphi,  2;  R.  Kernan,  "  Poly 
Prep.,"  3.    Time,  n  1-5S. 

loo-yard  dash,  senior,  final  heat— Won  by  E.  B. 
Sprague,  St.  PauTs;  A.  W.  Burlingame,  Brooklyn  High 
School,  2;  A.  W.  Wickham,  Pratt,  3.     Time,  10  3-ss. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  W.  A.  Blount,  St.  Paul's;  G. 
Backhouse,  Adelphi,  2 ;  A.  J.  Selover,  Brooklyn  High 
School,  3.    Time,  2m.  5  3-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle,  3  feet  high,  final  heat— Won  by  F. 
Gierasch,  Brooklyn  High  School;  H.  Hoffmann,  Brook- 
lyn High  School,  2  ;  H.  Topping,  Adelphi,  3.  Time, 
15  3-5S. 

I-mile  bicycle  race,  final  heat — A  dead  heat  between 
A.  Persons.'"  Poly  Prep.,"  and  H.  Kohlman,  Brooklyn 
High  School;  C.  Piatt,  Brooklyn  High  School,  3.  Time, 
2m.  s6s. 

I-mile  run- Won  by  W.  A.  Blount,  St.  Paul's ;  R.  L. 
Sanford,  "  Poly  Prep.,"  2  ;  J.  Caldwell,  Erasmus  Hall, 
3.    Time,  5m.  13  1-5S. 

220-yard  dash — Won  by  E.  B.  Sprague,  St.  PauPs  ;  A. 
W.  Burlingame,  Brooklyn  High  School,  2;  A.  Wickham, 
Pratt,  3.    Time,  22  4-5S. 

440-yard  run— Won  by  W.  A.  Blount,  St.  Paul's  ;  A. 
T.  Topping,  Adelphi,  2;  A.  Steinway,  St.  Paul's,  3.  Time, 
53  4-5S. 

Running  high  jump — Won  by  G.  P.  Serviss,  Jr., 
Latin  School,  sft.  i^^va..;  A.  Dutcher,  Adelphi,  2,  sft. 
2j^in. 

Throwing  12-lb.  hammer— Won  by  H.  J.  Brown,  St. 
Paul's,  143ft.;  A.  Hunt,  St.  Paul's,  2,  121ft.  gin.;  O.  Brill, 
St.  Paul's,  3,  ii6ft.  8in. 

Putting  12-lb.  shot— Won  by  H.  J.  Brown,  St.  Paul's, 
44ft.  sin.;  B.  Kinney,  St.  Paul's,  2,  41ft.  7in. ;  P.  Kinney, 
St.  Paul's,  3,  38ft.  gj^in. 

Running'  broad  ]ump— Won  by  P.  G.  Serviss,  Jr., 
Brooklyn  Latin  School,  20ft.  7j^in.;  J.  Gilmore,  Adel- 
phi, 2,  iqft.  6i^in.;  F.  Gierasch,  Brooklyn  High  School,  3, 
19ft.  4i^in. 

SUMMARY  OF  POINTS. 

The  following  will  show  the  standing  of  the 
schools  in  the  various  events,  points  counting 
5  for  first,  3  for  second,  and  i  for  third  in  each 
event : 

School.                            First.  Second.  Third.  Total. 

St.  Paul's 723  441-3 

Adelphi i  5  i  21 

Brooklyn  High  School.. .  i  3  2  16 

Latin  School 2  o  o  10 

"Poly  Prep.'' o  1  i  41-3 

Pratt o  o  2  2 

Erasmus  Hall o  o  i  i  1-3 

PRINCETON-COLUMBIA. 

The  annual  dual  games  between  Princeton 
and  Columbia  were  held  on  the  Princeton  track 
on  May  21st.  The  home  team  had  little  diffi- 
culty in  placing  a  victory  to  their  credit,  with 
65  points  to  Columbia's  39.  Long's  perform- 
ance in  the  quarter  was  the  best  work  of  the 
day. 


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The  summaries  follow  : 

100-yard  dash — Won  by  Rush,  Princeton  ;  Long,  Co- 
lumbia, 2  ;  Kralz,  Princeton,  3.     Time,  10  1-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle — Won  by  Wheeler,  P.;  Herndon,  P., 
2;  Tilford,  P.,  3.     Time,  16  3-5S. 

One-mile  run— Won  by  Cresfan,  P.;  Mosenthal,  C,  2  ; 
Palmer,  P.,  3.     Time,  4ni.  49  4-5S. 

220-yard  dash— Won  by  Long,  C;  Rush,  P.,  2  ;  Kratz, 
P.,  3.     Time,  22s. 

One-mile  walk— Won  by  Josephthal,  C;  Hackett,  C, 
2  ;  Howe,  C,  3.     Time,  8m.  10  2  5s. 

220-yard  hurdle— Won  by  Wheeler,  P.;  Herndon,  P., 
2  ;  Dolier,  P.,  3.     Time,  26  4-5S. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  Cregan,  P. ;  Gaskill,  P.,  2  ;  De- 
mille,  C,  3.     Time,  2m.  5  2-5S. 

440-yard  run  — Won  by  Long,  C.  ;  Jarvis,  P.,  2; 
Stevens,  C,  3.     Time,  49  1-5S. 

Putting  shot  —  Won  by  Bottger,  P.  ;  Dunn,  P.,  2  ; 
Wheeler,  P.,  3.     Distance,  38ft.  2in. 

High  jump— Won  by  Carroll,  P.;  Grace,  C,  2  ;  Bain- 
man,  C,  3.     Height,  5ft.  10  i-sin. 

Throwing  hammer— Won  by  Potter,  P.;  Wells,  C,  2; 
Wheeler,  P.,  3.     Distance,  122ft.  iiin. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  Smith,  C.;  Caswell,  C,  2  ;  East- 
mond,  C,  3.     Distance,  gft.  iiin. 

Broad  jump— Won  by  Bottger,  P.;  Weinman,  C,  2  ; 
Dunn,  P.,  3.     Distance,  21ft.  gj^in. 

PENNSYLVANIA-CORNELL. 

Pennsylvania  easily  defeated  Cornell  in  their 
games  on  the  Franklin  Field,  May  21st. 

Among  the  excellent  performances  of  the 
day  was  the  long  jump  of  P.  Remington,  who 
landed  at  23  ft.  6  1-2  inches.  A.  C.  Kraenzlein 
took  both  the  hurdle  events  with  ease;  Tewkes- 
bury, Fetterman,  and  McCracken  all  did  very 
good  work. 

Summary  : 

Quarter-mile  run— Won  by  R.  D.  Hoffman,  Pennsyl- 
vania ;  A.  J.  Wilson,  Pennsylvania,  2  ;  G.  W.  Vree- 
land,  C.,  3.    Time,  52s. 

One-mile  run- Won  by  A.  Grant,  P.;  W.  H.  Parry, 
P.,  2  ;  S.  S.  Barrett,  C,  3.    Time,  4m.  2gs. 

120-yard  hurdles^Final  heat  won  by  A.  C.  Kraenz- 
lein, P.;  J.  M.  McKibben,  P.,  2  ;  R.  H.  Ripley,  C,  3. 
Time,  15  4-5S. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  J.  C.  McCracken,  P.  ;  A. 
Garland,  P.,  2  ;  A.  B.  Leuder,  C.,  3.  Winner's  distance, 
41ft.  Sin.;  second  man's,  38ft.  sKif- 

100-yard  dash — Final  heat  won  byW.  B.  Tewkesbury, 
P.;  McCiane,  P.,  2  ;  Francis,  C,  3.    Time,  los. 

One-mile  walk— Won  by  W.  B.  Fetterman,  P.;  H.  A. 
Gibbons.  P.,  2  ;  E.  C.  Zellers,  C,  3.    Time,  6m.  51  3-5S. 

Throwing  16-lb.  hammer— Won  by  J.  C.  McCracken, 
P.;  P.  J.  McMahon,  P.,  2  ;  T.  T.  Hare,  P.,  3.  Distance, 
147ft.  loj^in.,  breaking  the  inter-collegiate  record  of 
136ft.  3in. 

220-yard  dash — Won  by  W.  B.  Tewkesbury,  P.;  R. 
D.  Hoffman,  P.,  2;  J.  S.  Francis,  P.,  3.     Time,  22s. 

220-yard  hurdle — Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  P.;  M.  V. 
Bastian,  P.,  2  ;  W.  P.  Remington,  P.,  ^.    Time,  24  3-5S. 

Running  high  jump — Won  by  C.  L.  Powell,  C. ;  A. 
Warner,  C,  2  ;  W.  P.  Remington,  C,  3.  Height,  5ft. 
9/^  in. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  Percy  Remington,  P.; 
T.  B.  McClane,  P.,  2  ;  G.  A.  Larkin,  3.    Distance,  23ft. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  M.  W.  Forney,  C,  with  10  ft. 
ej^in. ;  R.  Deming,  C,  2  ;  W.  Young,  C,  3. 

The  twentieth  annual  track  and  field  cham- 
pionships of  the  New  York  Interscholastic  A. 
A.  were  held  at  Berkeley  Oval  May  2 1  St.  Berke- 
ley School  came  out  easy  victors  with  71'/^ 
points  to  their  credit,  which  included  nine  firsts 
and  seven  seconds.  P.  H.  Christensen  placed 
another  mile  to  his  credit  in  remarkably  good 
time. 

The  summaries  follow  : 

TRACK  EVENTS. 

Too-yard  dash,  Senior  —  Final  heat  won  by  W.  T. 
Elmendorf,  Collegiate  ;  S.  Milbank,  Trinity,  2  ;  P.  J. 
Ralph,  Collegiate,  3.    Time,  10  3-5S. 

100  yard  dash.  Junior— Final  heat  won  by  P.  Duls- 
heimer,  Columbia  Grammar;  E.  Bell,  Jr.,  Cutler,  2; 
P.  Mohr.  Trinity,  3.    Time,  10  4-5S. 

One-third  mile  "bicycle  race— Final  heat  won  by  C. 
Warren,  Cutler;  Le  Roy  See,  Berkeley,  2;  T.  F.  Flan- 
dreau,  Barnard,  3.    Time,  41  1-5S. 


120-yard  hurdle  race— Final  heat  won  by  C.  A. 
O'Rourke,  Jr.,  Trinity;  J.  A.  Forney,  Berkeley,  2  ;  J. 
B.  Thomas,  Jr.,  Berkeley,  3.     Time,  16  3-5S 

440-yard  run— Won  by  H.  R.  White,  Berkeley  ;  J.  A. 
McAnerney,  Cutler,  2  ;  J.  F.  MacMillen,  Barnard,  3. 
Time,  538. 

I  mile  walk— Won  by  L.  Moen.  Berkeley ;  D.  Elli- 
man,   Berkeley,  2  ;  J.  Acker,  Berkeley,  3.    Time,  7m. 

59  3  5s. 

i-mile  bicycle  race— Final  heat  won  by  C.  Warren, 
Cutler  ;  D.  Bonner,  Berkeley,  2  ;  Le  Roy  See,  Berkeley, 
3.     Time.  2m.  38  2-5S. 

i-mile  run— Won  by  P.  H.  Christensen,  Berkeley  ;  G. 
M.  Trede,  Trinity,  2  ;  J.  A.  McAnerney,  Cutler,  3. 
Time,  4m.  38s. 

220-yard  dash.  Senior— Final  heat  won  by  W.  T.  El- 
mendorf, Collegiate  :  B.  R.White,  Berkeley,  2;  J.  F. 
MacMillen,  Barnard,  3.     Time,  23  3-5S. 

220-yard  dash,  Junior— Final  heat  won  by  E.  Bell,  Jr., 
Cutler  ;  H.  Gregory,  Trinity,  2  ;  T.  E.  Hardenbergh, 
Collegiate,  3.     Time,  25  2-5S. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  P.  H.  Christensen,  Berkeley  ; 
G.  M.  Trede,  Trinity,  2  ;  D.  Du  Bois,  Cutler,  3.  Time,, 
2m.  6  3-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Dead  heat  between  C.  A. 
O'Rourke,  Jr.,  Trinity,  and  W.  H.  Powers,  Cutler  ;  J. 
A.  Forney,  Berkeley,  3.     Time,  28  3-ss. 

Putting  the  12-lb.  shot — Won  by  J.  A.  Forney,  Berke- 
ley, with  40ft.  8in.;  C.  A.  O'Rourke,  Jr.,  Trinity,  2,  3gft. 
loj^in.  ;  W.  H.  Caldwell,  Jr.,  Barnard,  3,  3gft.  jin. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  J.  S.  Spraker,  Berke- 
ley, with  5  ft.  ^=^\n.\  C.  Du  Val,  Berkeley,  2,  eft.  6Kin.; 
G.  S.  Nicoll,  Collegiate,  3,  5ft.  4J^in. 

Throwing  the  12-lb.  hammer— Won  by  C.  B.  Seely, 
Berkeley,  with  ii6ft.  loin.  ;  W.  H.  Caldwell,  Barnard,  2,. 
iiift.  iiin.  ;  R.  B.  Ewart,  Berkeley,  3,  loift. 

Pole  vault — Won  by  J.  A.  Forney,  Berkeley,  with  gft.; 
D.  S.  Horton,  Collegiate,  2,  8ft.  Sin.  ;  J.  S.  Deering, 
Berkeley,  and  J.  C.  Smallwood,  Columbia  Grammar, 
tied  for  3,  with  8ft.  6in. 

Throwing  the  discus — Won  by  W.  H.  Caldwell,  Jr.,, 
Barnard,  with  87ft.  7in. ;  F.  V.  Lane,  Trinity,  2,  85ft. 
7in. ;  R.  A.  Belknap,  Collegiate,  3,  84ft.  7in. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  J.  S.  Spraker,  Berke- 
ley, with  2ift.  y^va.. ;  C.  DuVal,  Berkeley,  2,  igft.  loj^in.; 
D.'  Kirkby,  Trinity,  3,  igft.  4in. 

The  points  scored  on  the  basis  of  5  for  a  first,, 
3  for  a  second,  and  i  for  a  third,  were  as  fol- 
lows : 

Berkeley,  7iJ^;  Trinity,  2g  ;  Cutler,  27;  Collegiate* 
17  ;  Barnard,  12  ;  Columbia  Grammar,  5^. 

The  sixth  annual  inter-scholastic  track  meet- 
ing of  Illinois  was  held  at  Champaign,  May  21st. 
The  meet  was  the  most  successful  one  held. 
Thirty-three  schools  had  representatives  on  the 
field,  and  seventeen  of  them  won  places.  East 
Aurora  finished  at  the  head  of  the  list,  with  36 
points.  A  strong  wind  blew  down  the  straight- 
away course,  enabling  the  sprinters  to  make 
good  time.     The  summaries  : 

50-yard  dash— Won  by  Borden,  Hyde  Park;  2,  Bay, 
Peoria;  3,  Smith,  Charleston.     Time.  5  2-5S. 

100-yard  dash — Won  by  Bertram,  Lewiston;  2,  Short, 
Peoria;  3,  Pollette,  Normal.    Time,  10  i-ss. 

220-yard  dash — Won  by  Bertram,  Lewiston;  2,  Short,. 
Peoria;  3,  Herrick,  Farmer  City.    Time,  24  2-5S. 

440-yard  dash — Won  by  Pettet,  Englewood;  2,  Lind- 
say, Decatur  ;  3,  Bergbom,  Northwest  Division,  Chi- 
cago.   Time,  58  1-5S. 

880-yard  run — Won  by  Maloney,  Englewood;  2,  T. 
Elder,  East  Aurora;  3,  Newland,  Farmer  City.  Time, 
2m.  12  4-5S. 

I-mile  run— Won  by  D.  Elder,  East  Aurora;  2,  Lind- 
say, Decatur;  3,  Westby,  West  Aurora.  Time,  4m.  59 
4-5  s. 

220-yard  hurdle— Won  by  Simmons.  East  Aurora;  2, 
Bay,  Peoria;  3,  Doud,  Englewood.     Time,  25  1-5S. 

Quarter-mile  bicycle— Won  by  Hasbrouck,  Peoria;  2, 
Plant,  Champaign;  3.  Norris,  Farmer  City.     Time,  36s. 

I-mile  bicycle— Won  by  Plant,  Champaign;  2,  Murray, 
Decatur;  3,  Hansen,  Urbana.     Time,  3m.  21  2-5S. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  Bascom,  Hyde  Park;  2,  Fish- 
leigh.  Lake  View  ;  3,  Booth^^  North  Division.  Height, 
10  feet. 

Half-mile  walk— Won  by  George,  Englewood ;  2, 
Titsworth,  East  Aurora;  3,  Harris,  Champaign.  Time, 
3m  47  3-5S. 

Twelve-pound  hammer  throw— Won  by  Fowler, 
East  Aurora ;  2,  Roszell,  Peoria ;  3,  Carter,  Farmer 
City.     Distance,  112ft.  7in. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  Bonney,  East  Aurora  ; 


41' 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


Marengo 4 

Lake  View 3 

West  Aurora 3 

Urbana i 

Northwest      Div.    High 

School,  Chicago i 

N.  Div.  Chicago i 

Normal i 


3,  Smith,  Marengo  ;  3,  Ferris,  West  Aurora.  Height, 
5ft.  6in. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  Browne,  La  Grange  ; 
■2,  Kinnedy,  Peoria  ;  3,  Ferris,  West  Aurora.  Distance, 
20ft.  3  i-ain. 

Standing  broad  jump— Won  by  Bonney,  East  Auro- 
ra;  2,  Borden,  Hyde  Park;  3,  Bertram,  Lewiston. 
Distance,  10ft.  4  i-ain. 

Putting  i2-lb.  shot— Won  by_  Fowler,  East  Aurora  ; 
■2,  Maloney,  Englewood  ;  3,  Smith,  Marengo.  Distance, 
42ft.  4  i-2in. 

Points  scored,  first,  seconds,  and  thirds  count- 
ing 5,3,  and  I  respectively  : 

East  Aurora 36 

Peoria 23 

Englewood 19 

Hyde  Park 13 

Lewiston 11 

Decatur q 

Champaign g 

La  Grange 5 

Farmer  City 4 

INTERCOLLKGIATE. 

The  twentj'^-third  annual  games  of  the  Inter- 
collegiate Association  of  Amateur  Athletes  of 
America  were  held  at  the  Berkeley  Oval,  Morris 
Heights,  N.  Y.,  on  May  27th  and  28th. 

The  first  day  was,  as  usual,  devoted  princi- 
pally to  trials  for  the  finals  of  the  second  day  ; 
and,  as  some  seven  hundred  coUegiates  had  as- 
pired to  track  and  field  honors,  a  busy  day's 
work  was  gone  through.  Of  the  fourteen  com- 
petitions on  the  first  day's  schedule  only  two 
were  decided,  the  half  and  one-mile  bicycle 
races.  The  heavy  and  prolonged  spell  of  wet 
weather  just  previous  to  the  meet  had  made  the 
•cinder-path  slow,  and  under  these  conditions 
the  times  were  particularly  good.  In  all,  thirty- 
eight  colleges  were  represented  ;  and  Pennsyl- 
vania for  the  second  time  gained  a  splendid  vic- 
tory with  a  total  of  50^  points  out  of  a  total  of 
154;  Princeton  was  second  with  28,  and  Harvard 
third  v/ith  25  5-6.  It  is  easy  to  see  the  high 
standard  of  the  athletes  who  competed,  when 
no  less  than  seven  new  records  were  made.  A. 
C.  Kraenzlein,  of  Pennsylvania,  established  two 
records,  one  in  each  of  the  hurdle  events  ;  J.  C. 
McCracken,  of  Pennsylvania,  gave  us  new  fig- 
ures for  the  shot  and  hammer  ;  M.  Prinstein,  of 
Syracuse  University,  established  a  new  record 
in  the  broad  jump  ;  R.  G.  Clapp,  of  Yale,  and 
W.  W.  Hoyt,  of  Harvard,  tied  in  a  new  xecord 
for  the  pole  vault,  and  W.  B.  Fetterman,  of 
Pennsylvania,  made  new  time  for  the  mile  walk. 

Of  the  twenty-three  annual  championship 
contests,  Harvard  has  won  eleven,  Yale  six, 
Columbia  three.  University  of  Pennsylvania 
two,  and  Princeton  one. 

A  summary  follows . 

100-yard  run — Intercollegiate  record  9  4-58.,  by  B.  J. 
Wefers,  Georgetown. 

Final  heat — Won  by  W.  B.  Tewkesbury,  Pennsylva- 
nia; J.  H.  Rush,  Princeton,  2;  A.  W.  Robinson,  Har- 
vard, 3;  CD.  Whittemore,  Syracuse,  4.  Time,  los. 
Won  by  3  inches;  one  foot  between  2  and  3;  half  a  yard 
between  3  and  4. 

120-yard  hurdle — Intercollegiate  record,  15  4-5S.,  by 
N.  L.  Williams,  Yale. 

Final  heat — Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  Pennsylvania; 
E.  C.  Perkins,  Yale,  2  ;  J.  W.  Hallowell,  Harvard,  3;  J. 
M.  McKibbin,  Pennsylvania,  4.  Time,  15  3-5S.  Won 
by  4  yards,  one  foot  between  2  and  3,  3  yards  between  3 
and  4.    This  creates  a  new  intercollegiate  record. 

Quarter-mile  run — Intercollegiate  record,  49  1-2S.,  by 
G.  B.  Shattuck,  Amherst.  Won  by  F.W.  Jarvis,  Prince- 
ton; H.  G.  Lee,  Syracuse,  2;  C.  F.  Luce,  Yale,  3;  H.  H. 
Fish,  Harvard,  4.  Time,  504-58.  Won  by  i  1-2  yards; 
same  between  2  and  3;  same  between  3  and  4.  Jarvis 
led  all  the  way. 


Half-mile  run— Intercollegiate  record,  im.  56  4-5S.,  by 

E.  HoUister,  Harvard.  Won  by  J.  Cregan,  Princeton; 
Bray,  Williams,  2;  A.  Grant,  Harvard,  3;  W.  I.  Bren- 
nan,  Yale,  4.  Time,  im.  58  2-5S.  Won  by  2  yards;  7 
yards  between  2  and  3 ;  7  yards  between  3  and  4. 

i-mile  run — Intercollegiate  record,  4m.  23  2-53., 
by  G.  W.  Orton,  Pennsj'lvania.  Won  by  J.  Cregan, 
Princeton;  A.  Grant,  Pennsylvania,  2  ;  R.  Grant, 
Harvard,  3  ;  H.  Speer,  Yale,  4.  Time,  4m.  23  3-55.  Won 
by  15  yards  ;  25  yards  between  2  and  3  ;  5  between  3 
and  4.  Cregan  jumped  in  the  lead  300  yards  from  home 
and  stalled  off  A.  Grant's  rush  at  the  final  turn. 

i-mile  walk — Intercollegiate  record,  6m.   52  4-58.,  by 

F.  A.  Borcherling,  Princeton.  Won  by  W.  B.  Fet- 
terman, Jr.,  Pennsylvania;  A.  N.  Butler,  Yale,  2;  C. 
W.  Ottley,  Johns  Hopkins,  3;  J.  P.  Adams,  Yale,  4. 
Time,  6m.  45  2-5S.  Won  by  55  yards;  15  between  2  and 
3;  10  between  3  and  4. 

220-yard  hurdle — Intercollegiate  record,  24  3-5S.,  by  J. 
L.  Bremer,  Jr.,  Harvard. 

Final  heat — Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  Pennsylvania; 
J.  L.  Bremer,  Jr.,  Harvard,  2;  W.  G.  Morse,  Harvard, 
3;  J.  W.  Hallowell,  Harvard,  4.  Time,  23  3-5S.  Won  by 
7  yards;   7  yards  between  2  and  3;  15  between  3  and  4. 

220-yard  run— Intercollegiate  record,  21  1-58.,  by  B. 
J.  Wefers,  Georgetown. 

Final  heat — Won  by  W.  B.  Tewkesbury,  Pennsylva- 
nia; J.  H.  Rush,  Princeton,  2;  R.  D.  Hoffman,  Penn- 
sylvania, 3;  E.  J.  Green,  Harvard,  4.  Time,  21  3-5S. 
Won  by  4  yards;  2  yards  between  2  and  3;  5  betw^een 
3  and  4. 

Running  broad  jump  —  Intercollegiate  record, 
22  ft.  II  1-4  in.,  by  V.  Mapes,  Columbia.  Won 
by  Myer  Prinstein,  Syracuse,  23ft.  7  3-8in.;  J.  P. 
Remington,  Pennsylvania,  2,  23ft.  3  i-4in.;  A.  C. 
Kraenzlein,  Pennsylvania,  3,  23ft.  i  i-2in.;  A.  G.  Nick- 
erson,  Harvard,  4.  22ft.  2  i-2ih.  This  created  a  new 
intercollegiate  record  and  is  within  one-eighth  of  an 
inch  of  the  world's  record. 

Running  high  jump — Intercollegiate  record,  6ft. 
3in.,  by  J.  D.  Winsor,  Jr.,  Pennsylvania.  Won 
by  C.  W.  Powell,  Cornell  ;  J.  D.  Winsor,  Jr.,  Penn- 
sylvania, 2;  W.  G.  Morse,  Harvard,  3;  A.  N.  Rice,  Har- 
vard, 4.  Each  jumped  5  feet  it  1-8  inches  and  agreed 
to  toss  for  prizes,  with  above  result.  Points  were 
divided. 

Putting  16-pound  shot — Intercollegiate  record,  42  feet 
II  1-2  inches,  by  W.  O.  Hickok,  Yale.  Won  by  J.  C. 
McCracken,  Pennsylvania,  43ft.  Sin.;  Robert  Garrett, 
Johns  Hopkins,  2,  40ft.  g  i-2in.;  E.  E.  O'Donnell,  Yale, 
3,39ft.  9  i-2in.;  W.  E.  Bottger,  Princeton,  4,  39ft.  4in. 
This  creates  a  new  intercollegiate  record. 

Throwing  16-pound  hammer — Intercollegiate  record, 
136ft.  3in.,  by  W.  G.  Woodruff,  Pennsylvania.  Won 
by  J.  C.  McCracken.  Pennsylvania,  149ft.  5in.; 
H.  C.  Potter,  Princeton,  2,  138ft.  lin.;  T.  T.  Hare,  Penn- 
sylvania, 3,  124ft.  4in. ;  T.  B.  Sutphen,  Yale,  4,  123ft. 
loin. 

Pole  vault — Intercollegiate  record,   iift.  3  5-8in.,  by 

B.  Johnson,  Yale.  Won  by  W.  W.  Hoyt,  Harvard;  G. 
S.  Clapp,  Yale,  2.  Each  vaulted  iift.  4  i-8in.,  a  toss 
dividing  as  above.     B.  Johnson,  Yale,  3,  with  iift.  lin.; 

C.  T.  Dudley,  Yale,  4,  with  loft.  9  3-4in.  Points  for  i 
and  2  were  divided. 

Quarter-mile  bicycle  race — Intercollegiate  record,  32 
1-5S..  by  J.  T.  Williams,  Jr.,  Columbia,  and  H.  K.  Bird, 
Columbia. 

Final  heat— Won  by  C.  C.  F.  Schwartz,  Columbia; 
Ray  Dawson,  Columbia,  2;  L.  B.  Dannemiller,  George- 
town, 3;  F.  T.  Anderson,  Yale,  4.  Time,  32  2-5S.  Won 
by  1-2  a  wheel-length  ;  six  inches  between  2  and  3;  i 
length  between  3  and  4. 

Half-mile  bicycle  race — Intercollegiate  record,  im. 
6  2-5S.,  by  G.  Ruppert,  Columbia. 

Final  heat — Won  by  Ray  Dawson,  Columbia;  R. 
Ripley,  Princeton,  2;  J.  A.  Powell,  Columbia,  3;  L. 
Tweedy,  Yale,  4.  Time,  im.  12  3-5S.  Won  by  i  length; 
same  between  2  and  3;  2  between  3  and  4. 

i-mile  bicycle  race — Intercollegiate  record,  2m.  13 
3-SS.,  by  Ray  Dawson,  Columbia. 

Final  heat— Won  by  Ray  Dawson,  Columbia;  J.  T. 
Williams,  Jr.,  Columbia,  2;  A.  Moran,  Georgetown,  3; 
R.  B.  Howard,  Yale,  4.  Time,  2m.  34s.  Won  by  i 
foot;  6  inches  between  2  and  3;  i  wheel  separated  3 
and  4. 

5-mile  bicycle  race — Intercollegiate  record,  iim.  50 
1-5S.,  by  Ray  Dawson,  Columbia. 

Final  heat — Won  by  B.  Ripley,  Pennsylvania;  Ray 
Dawson,  Columbia,  2;  I.  A.  Powell,  Columbia,  3;  C.  C. 
F.  Schwarz,  Columbia,  4.  Time,  12m.  26  3-5S.  Won  by 
I  length;  6  inches  between  2  and  3;  same  between  3 
and  4. 


ATHLETICS. 


419 


i-mile  tandem  bicycle  race— Intercollegiate  record, 
2m.  10  1-5S.,  by  Ray  Dawson  and  J.  A.  Powell, 
Columbia,  champions. 

Final  heat — Won  by  F.  Schade,  Georgetown,  and  A. 
Moran,  Georgetown;  J.  T.  Williams,  Jr.,  Columbia, 
and  C.  C.  F.  Schwartz,  Columbia,  2;  B.  Tiipley,  Prince- 
ton, and  H.  Miller,  Princeton,  3  ;  H.  N.  Hall,  Columbia, 
and  H.  S.  Waterman,  Columbia,  4.  Time,  2m.  16  1-5S. 
Won  by  3-4  of  a  wheel-length;  2  lengths  between  2  and 
3:  10  lengths  between  3  and  4. 

The  points  score  : 


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32              —  !_____ 

51  2  3       —       —       —       —       — 

52  I  ______ 

52            I  —     ~     —        3     —     — 

31          _  ______ 

3—            I  ______ 

—  5  1-2  —  —     —     —     —     lYi,   — 

—  31-3     7  2-3  —     —     —     —     —    — 


i2o-yd.  hurdle. . 

loo-yd.  dash 

440-yd.  run 

Onemile  run.. 
One-mile  walk. 
220-yd.  hurdle... 
Half-mile  run. . 

220-yd.  dash 

Throw'g  ham'r 
R'n'ghigh  j'mp 

Pole  vault 

R'n'g  br'd  j'mp 

Putting  shot.  ..    5        I  —         2       —      3    —    —    —    -- 

Bicycle  events.  —        3  —  i        —    —      5    —    —      2 

Totals 50%      28255-6222-3  9      5      5      3    2%    2 

NEW  JERSEY  ATHLETIC  CLUB. 

The  annual  spring  games  of  the  New  Jersey 
A.  C.  were  held  at  Bergen  Point,  May  30th. 
As  is  usual  at  the  club's  carnivals  the  attend- 
ance was  large.  The  racing  was  good  through- 
out. J.  W.  B.  Tewkesbury,  of  the  University 
of  Pennsylvania,  the  intercollegiate  champion 
sprinter,  was  too  heavily  handicapped  to  even 
get  a  place  in  the  100  yards,  but  his  college 
companion,  J.  C.  McCracken,  achieved  the 
greatest  honors  of  the  meet  by  throwing  the 
i6-lb.  hammer  153  feet  7  inches  and  establishing 
a  new  world's  record.  Tewkesbury  retrieved 
his  laurels  when  it  came  to  the  300-yard  race, 
which  he  won  with  ease.  George  W.  Orton 
had  no  difficulty  in  covering  his  favorite  dis- 
tance well  in  front  of  the  other  competitors. 

The  summary  : 

880-yard  run,  scratch— Won  by  T  E.  Burke,  Harvard 
University;  Herbert  E.  Manvel,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  2. 
Time,  2m.  g  4-5S. 

100-yard  run,  handicap,  final  heat — Won  by  Clarence 
Demming.Lakewood,  N.  J  ,  8  i-2yds  ;  P.  J.  Walsh,  St. 
Francis  Xavier  College  A.  A.,  4  i-2yds.,  2;  J.  P.  Connor, 
St.  Francis  Xavier  College  A.  A.,  gyds.,  3.     Time,  los. 

i-mile  walk,  handicap — Won  by  Louis  Liebgold,  New 
Jersey  A.  C,  30s.;  A.  F.  Bennett,  New  York,  60s.,  2; 
James  Frazer,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  40s.,  3.  Time,  7m. 
3  4-5S. 

300-yard  run,  scratch— Won  by  J.  W.  B.Tewkesbury, 
University  of  Pennsylvania;  M.  W.  Long,  New  York 
A.  C,  2;  R.  Don  Hoffman,  University  of  Pennsylvania, 
3.     Time,  31s. 

I-mile  bicycle  race,  handicap,  final  heat — Won  by  W. 
M.  McCuUy,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  50yds.;  Walter  C. 
Roome,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  scratch,  2 ;  William  J.  Ehrich, 
Yale  A.  A.,  20yds.,  3.     Time,  2m.  27  2-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race,  handicap — Won  by  M.  B.  Bas- 
tian,  University  of  Pennsylvania,  syds.;  Warren  W. 
Smith,  New  York,  i8yds.,  2;  George  P.  Smith,  New 
Jersey  A.  C,  18yds.,  3.     Time,  27s. 

2-mile  bicycle  race,  handicap— Won  bv  Walter  C. 
Roome,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  scratch;  W.  M.  McCully, 
New  Jersey  A.  C,  75yds.,  2;  William  J.  Ehrich,  Yale  A. 
A.,  30yds.,  3.     Time,  5m.  14  4-5S. 

I-mile  run,  handicap— Won  by  George  W.  Orton, 
New  York  A.  C,  scratch;  James  Sheran,  New  Jersey 
A.  C,  85yds.,  2;  H.  O.  Mosenthal,  Columbia  University, 
50yds.,  3.     Time,  4m.  24s. 

44c-yard  run,  handicap— Won  by  N.  W.  Long,  New 
York  A.  C,  scratch;  R.  Don  Hoffman,  University  of 
Pennsylvania,  3yds.,  2;  C.  D.  Myers,  New  Jersey  A.  C, 
2ayds.,  3.    Time,  49  i-ss. 


880-yard  run,  handicap— Won  by  Herbert  A.  Manvel, 
New  jersey  A.  C,  scratch;  Floyd  R.  Smith,  New  Jersey 
A.  C,  32yds.,  2;  W.  G.  Messer,  Knickerbocker  A.  C, 

25yds.,  3.     Time,  im.  5gs. 

r-mile  track  record  bicycle  trial  race,  paced— Louis 
Hunter,  New  Jersey  A.  C.     Time,  2m.  20  3-5S. 

Running  high  jump,  handicap — Won  by  Jacob  Krak- 
over,  Alliance  A.  C.,8in.,  with  6ft.  lin. ;  A.  C.  Kraenz- 
lein.  University  of  Pennsylvania,  sin.,  2,  with  6ft.;  P.J. 
Graham,  New  Jersey  A.  C.,  8J^in.,  3,  with  5ft.  ii^^in. 

Throwing  ]6-lb.  hammer,  scratch — Won  by  J.  C.  Mc- 
Cracken, University  of  Pennsylvania,  with  a  world's 
record  throw  of  153ft.  8in. ;  John  Flanagan,  New  York 
A.  C,  2,  with  a  throw  of  142ft.  8in. 

Putting  42-lb.  weight,  scratch— Won  by  James  S.  Mit- 
chell, Pastime  A.  C  ,  with  a  put  of  26ft.  7  i-8in.;  Richard 
Sheldon,  New  York  A.  C,  2,  with  a  put  of  26ft.  i-8in.; 
John  Flanagan,  New  York  A.  C,  3,  with  a  put  of  25ft. 
2^in. 

WESTERN    INTERCOLLEGIATE. 

The  annual  championship  games  of  the  West- 
ern Intercollegiate  Amateur  Athletic  Associa- 
tion wereheld  at  Parkside,  Chicago,  111., on  June 
4th.  Owing  to  the  secession  of  the  Chicago, 
Illinois,  and  Michigan  Universities  from  the 
association,  the  games  were  deprived  of  their 
usual  interest.  However,  these  three  colleges 
held  a  triangle  set  of  games  the  same  day,  at 
which  Michigan  finished  first  with  70  points, 
Chicago  41,  and  Illinois  33. 

At  the  association  games  Wisconsin  led  with 
a  total  of  61  points.  A  summary  with  the  total 
of  points  follows  : 

100-yard  dash — Maybury,  Wisconsin,  i;  Jones,  North- 
western, 2  ;  Fox,  Wisconsin,  3.     Time,  los. 

220-yard  dash — Jones,  Northwestern  ,  i  ;  Fox,  Wis- 
consin, 2  ;  McGown,  Wisconsin,  3.     Time,  23  2-5S. 

440-yard  run — Cassady,  Purdue,  i;  Fox,  Wisconsin,  2; 
Sturgeon,  Northwestern,  3.     Time,  52  1-5S. 

880-yard  run — Sturgeon,  Northwestern,  i ;  Nelson, 
Minnesota,  2;  Henry,  Wisconsin   3.    Time,  2m.  4  3-5S. 

Mile  run  —  Schneider,  Wisconsin,  i  ;  Rice,  Lake 
Forest,  2;  Berais,  Northwestern,  3.     Time,  5m.  19  1-5S. 

120  yard  hurdles — Jackson,  Lake  Forest,  i  ;  Green, 
Knox,  2;  Brown,  Northwestern.  3.     Time,  17  3-5S. 

220-yard  hurdles — O'Dea,  Wisconsin,  1  ;  Sellards, 
Drake,  2;  Brown,  Northwestern,  3.     Time,  27  3-5S. 

Mile  bicycle — C.  J.  Taylor,  Wisconsin,  i ;  Feree. 
Drake,  2;  Page,  Minnesota,  3.     Time,  2m.  302-5S. 

Lap  bicycle  race,  quarter-mile — C.  J.  Taylor,  Wiscon- 
sin, i;  H.  H.  Taylor,  Wisconsin,  2;  Feree,  Drake,  3. 
Time,  343-5S. 

Mile  walk— Pease,  Northwestern,  i  ;  Hartman,  Wis- 
consin, 2.    Time,  7m.  53  4-5S. 

Discus  throw — Stangel,  Wisconsin,  i  ;  Forest,  Wis- 
consin, 2;  Granke,  Wisconsin,  3.     Distance,  117ft.  4in. 

Running  broad  jump — Gaines,  Minnesota,  i;  Hobart, 
Knox,  2;  Perry,  Northwestern,  3.  Distance,  22ft.  ij^in. 

Running  high  jump — Train,  Wisconsin,  i  ;  Mason, 
Wisconsin,  2;  Holland,  Drake,  3.     Height,  5ft.  Sin. 

Shot  put,  16-lbs. — Brewer,  Northwestern,  i;  Perry, 
Northwestern,  2;  Harbaugh,  Knox,  3.     Distance,  38ft. 

Hammer  throw,  16-lbs.— Levings,  Northwestern,  i; 
Stangel,  Wisconsin,  2;  Harbaugh,  Knox,  3.  Distance, 
iroft. 

Pole  vault — Wilson,  Northwestern,  i;  Jones,  North- 
western, 2;  Rowe,  Wisconsin,  3.     Height,  loft. 

Wisconsin 61     Knox 8 

Northwestern 44    Drake ••7 

Minnesota g    Purdue 5 

Lake  Forest 8 

NATIONAL    INTERSCHOLASTIC    A.    A. 

The  annual  championship  games  of  the 
National  Interscholastic  A.  A.  were  held  at 
Berkeley  Oval,  June  loth.  The  entries  were  not 
large,  but  the  quality  of  the  athletes  was  high. 
In  the  shot-putting  all  three  of  the  first  men 
exceeded  the  record,  H.  J.  Brown  winning  with 
a  very  good  put.  J.  S.  Spraker  created  a  new 
record  in  the  broad  jump.  G.  P.  Serviss  raised 
the  high-jump  record  to  6ft.  yjin.,  a  remark- 
ably good  performance  for  a  schoolboy.  Serviss 
is  just  the  build  to  make  a  good  jumper,  and 
is  giving  his  entire  attention  to  the  high  and 
broad.  In  this  he  is  wise.  He  should  be  seen 
well  in  the  front  ranks  when  he  goes  to  college. 


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p.    H.    CHRISTENSEN. 

At  present  he  has  won  every  high  jump  he  has 
entered  this  season.  Another  of  the  compet- 
itors who  is  remarkable  for  his  consistent  per- 
formances is  P.  H.  Christensen,  who  won  the 
mile  run;  in  fact  he  has  won  every  outdoor  mile 
run  he  has  entered  for,  both  last  year  (when  at 
Harvard  School)  and  this.  His  time  in  the  last 
contest  was  not  particularly  good,  or  rather  not 
what  he  is  capable  of,  for  he  was  not  pushed  in 
the  race.  He  expects  to  enter  Princeton  next 
fall,  and  with  care  and  another  year  over  his 
head  should  be  found  among  the  first  college 
men  at  the  championship. 
The  summary  : 

ioo-}'ard  dash— Won  by  A.  F.  Duffy,  Worcester  Acad- 
emy ;  A.  M.  Butler,  Worcester  High  School,  2  ;  W.  T. 
Elmendorf,  Collegiate  School,  3  ;  S.  Milbank,  Trinity 
School,  4.     Time,  los. 

Half-mile  bicycle  race,  juniors,  open  to  public-school 
pupils— Final  heat  won  by  M.  Hurley, Grammar  School 
6g  ;  F.  Stiasny,  Grammar  School  54,  2  ;  J.  Whalen, 
Grammar  School  43,  3.     Time,  im.  21  4-5S. 

440-yard  run  —  Dead  heat  between  B.  S.  White, 
Berkeley  School,  and  H.  J.  Winslow,  Cambridge  High 
and  Latin  School  ;  J.  McMillan.  Barnard  School,  3. 
Time,  52  1-5S.  In  the  run-off  Winslow  won.  Time, 
51  4-5S. 

880-yard  run  —  Won  by  R.  C.  Batchelder,  Waban 
School;  P.  H.  Christensen.  Berkeley  School,  2;  G.  M. 
Trede,  Trinity  School,  3.    Time,  im.  59  2-5S. 

One-mile  bicycle  race— Final  heat  won  by  Le  Roy 
See,  Berkeley  School;  N.  Pratt,  Pratt  Institute,  2  ;  J. 
Pierson,  "  Poly  Prep.,"  3.    Time,  4m.  57  3-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Final  heat  won  by  J.  A.  Forney, 
Berkeley  School  ;  C.  A.  O'Rourke,  Jr.,  Trinity  School, 
2;  J.  Thomas,  Berkeley  School,  and  W.  S.  Gierasch, 
Brooklyn  High  School,  dead  heat  for  3.    Time,  16s. 

One-mile  walk— Won  by  R.  C.  Dorr,  Worcester  Acad- 
emy ;  D.  Ellimen,  Berkeley  School,  2 ;  J.  W.  Alker, 
Berkeley  School,  3.    Time,  8m.  38  3-5S. 


22o-yard  dash  —  Final  heat  won  by  A.  M.  Butler, 
Worcester  High  School;  W.  T.  Elmendorf,  Collegiate 
School,  2  ;  A.  F.  Duffy,  Worcester  Academy,  3 ;  S.  Mil- 
bank,  Trinity  School,  4.     Time,  22  3-5S. 

220-yard  hurdle  race — Final  heat  won  by  J.  H.  Con- 
verse, Hales  School ;  P.  P.  Edson,  Worcester  High 
School,  2  ;  J.  Thomas,  Berkeley  School,  3.  Time,  25  3-5S. 

One-mile  run — Won  by  P.  H.  Christensen,  Berkeley 
School ;  W.  K.  Clifford,  Worcester  High  School,  2  ;  (5. 
M.  Trede,  Trinit}'  School,  3.     Time,  4m.  42  3-5S. 

Putting  the  12-pound  shot — Won  by  H.  J.  Browne, 
St.  Paul  School,  with  45ft.  9  i-4in.;  W.  W.  Coe,  Hop- 
kinson  School,  2,  with  44ft.  9  i-ain.  ;  Le  Roy  F.  Spear, 
Worcester  Academy,  3,  with  44ft.  8  3-4in. 

Running  high  jump — Won  by  G.  P.  Serviss,  Brook- 
lyn Latin  School,  with  6ft.  i-2in.;  J.  S.  Spraker,  Berke- 
ley School,  2,  with  5ft.  8in. ;  J.  H.  Converse,  Hales 
School,  3,  with  sft.  yin. 

Throwing  the  12-pound  hammer — Won  by  Le  Roy  F. 
Spear,  Worcester  Academy,  with  140ft.  2in. ;  H.  J. 
Browne,  St.  Paul  School,  2,  with  138ft.  10  i-2in. ;  S.  B. 
Hunt,  St.  Paul  School,  3,  with  i24tt.  4  i-2in. 

Throwing  the  discus— Won  by  W.  W.  Coe,  Hopkin- 
son  School,  with  105ft.  9in.;  H.  J.  Browne,  St.  Paul 
School,  2,  w^ith  loift.  5  i-2in.;  Le  Roy  F.  Spear,  Worces- 
ter Academy,  3,  with  gsft.  11  3-4in. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  J.  S.  Spraker,  Berke- 
ley School,  with  2ift.  loin.;  A.  M.  Butler,  Worcester 
High  vSchool,  2,  with  21ft.  yin.;  G.  P.  Serviss,  Brooklyn 
Latin  School,  3,  with  20ft.  lin. 

Pole  vault — Tie  between  J.  A.  Forney,  Berkeley 
School,  and  P.  Shuber,  Worcester  Academy,  at  10ft. 
8i-4in.:  G.  P.  Smith,  Plainfleld  High  School,  3,withgft. 
8  i-sin.  Shuber  won  the  jump-off,  but  the  points  were 
divided. 

The  schools  finished  in  the  following  order  : 

Berkeley,  ^9  1-2  points;  Worcester  Academy,  22; 
Worcester  High  School,  17  ;  St.  Paul  School,  12  ;  Hop- 
kinson,  8  ;  Hales,  6  ;  Brooklyn  Latin,  6  ;  Waban,  5  ; 
Trinity,  5 ;  Collegiate,  4 ;  Cambridge  High  and  Latin, 
4  ;  Pratt  Institute,  3  ;  "  Poly  Prep.,"  i ;  Plainfield  High, 
I ;  Brooklyn  High,  1-2. 

Vigilant. 


G.    p.    SERVISS. 


BASEBALL. 


IN    THE    EAST. 

THE  past  month 
has  proved,  on 
the  whole,  some- 
what of  a  dis- 
appointment to 
those  who  expected 
good  playing  and  close 
contests  in  the  opening 
series  among  the  larger 
colleges.  Most  of  the 
games  have  been  easy 
victories  for  one  team 
or  the  other,  and  the 
Yale  -  Brown  series  is 
the  only  really  good 
one  played  so  far.  The 
coming  month  is  to  see 
the  close  of  the  Yale- 
Princeton,  Brown- 
Pennsylvania,  Brown- 
Harvard,  and  the  whole 
of  the  Yale  -  Harvard 
series.  It  is  hoped  that 
this  series  may  bring 
out  some  closer  contests 
and  better  playing  than  we  have  had  during 
the  past  month. 

At  New  Haven  the  team  has  had  a  bad 
month,  due  largely  to  the  poor  work  of  Fearey, 
who  had  been  doing  such  fine  work  in  the  box. 
To  his  poor  play  is  due  the  loss  of  the  Brown 
series  and  the  first  of  the  Princeton  games. 
At  this  crisis.  Green  way,  who  has  not  pitched 
for  two  years,  owing  to  a  bad  arm,  has  been 
compelled  to  go  into  the  box;  and,  judging  from 
his  work  in  the  second  Princeton  game,  he  will 
make  Yale  once  more  strong  in  the  box,  and 
the  outcome  of  the  Princeton  series  very  doubt- 
ful. The  whole  nine  has  fallen  off  in  its  play- 
ing, discouraged,  doubtless,  by  the  poor  work 
of  its  pitchers,  but  played  a  very  strong  game 
at  Princeton  June  nth.  Eddy  is  filling  Green- 
way's  place  at  left,  and  plays  strongly,  so  that 
the  nine,  on  the  whole,  is  rather  stronger  than 
with  Fearey  in  the  box  at  his  best.  If  Green- 
way's  arm  holds  out,  the  third  Princeton  game 
should  be  a  very  close  contest.  Sullivan  has 
improved  in  his  catching,  and  the  outfield  is 
batting  and  fielding  finely.  The  infield  is  not 
above  the  average,  and  second  and  third  are 
making  too  many  errors. 

Princeton  has  played  vs^ell  during  the  month, 
and  has  been  exceedingly  fortunate  to  find  her 
two  great  rivals.  Harvard  and  Yale,  in  very 
poor  condition  for  hard  contests.  As  a  result, 
Harvard  was  easily  defeated  in  two  straight 
games,  and  the  first  Yale  game  was  an  easy 
victory  for  Princeton.  Hildebrand  was  not  in 
good  form  for  the  second  Yale  game,  and  lost 
it  by  his  own  unsteadiness,  but  his  work 
through  the  year  has  been  of  the  very  best. 
He  has  fine  curves,  speed,  and  change  of 
pace,  and  has  the  faculty  of  doing  his  best  in 
tight  places — a  most  acceptable  quality  in  a 
pitcher.  Kafer  has  supported  him  brilliantly, 
and  throws  and  bats  very  strongly.  The 
threatened  loss  of  Kelly  at  first  did  not  mate- 
rialize, and  his  fielding  and  hitting  have  been 
great  factors  in  Princeton's  success.     The  nioe, 


as  a  whole,  is  strong  on  all  points;  and  the  men 
all  impress  the  spectators  as  being  natural  ball- 
players, which  cannot  be  said  of  some  members 
of  the  teams  representing  Yale  and  Harvard. 
Princeton  has  lost  one  game  to  Lafayette. 
Her  season  ends  with  the  third  Yale  game,  and 
must  be  considered  a  decided  success,  whatever 
the  outcome  of  that  game. 

Pennsylvania  has  had  a  very  successful  sea- 
son, and  started  East  with  the  remarkable  rec- 
ord of  21  games  won  and  only  2  lost.  The  team 
lost  to  Holy  Cross  and  Harvard,  making  four 
defeats  in  all,  and  at  this  writing  has  to  meet 
Brown  before  going  back  to  Philadelphia. 
The  only  trouble  with  the  Pennsylvania 
team  has  been  a  lack  of  games  with  strong  op- 
ponents, Yale  and  Princeton  still  refusing  to 
arrange  any  games  with  the  Philadelphia  men. 
As  matters  stand,  Pennsylvania  is  tied  with 
Harvard,  has  lost  one  game  to  Lafayette,  and 
has  won  three  from  Cornell  and  one  from 
Brown,  the  other  victories  being  from  weaker 
teams,  of  which  Georgetown  was  perhaps  the 
strongest.  The  remarkable  feature  of  the 
team's  play  has  been  the  work  of  Pitcher 
Brown,  who  had  won  nineteen  successive  vic- 
tories and  met  his  first  defeat  at  Cambridge, 
where  the  fault  was  certainly  not  his,  as  Har- 
vard made  but  four  hits.  As  Pennsylvania's 
hitting  has  been  weak  and  her  own  scores  very 
small,  Brown's  record  is  the  more  remarkable. 
He  is  a  left-hander  of  great  speed  and  good 
curves,  and  his  work  reminds  many  of  High- 
land's, formerly  of  Harvard.  It  is  a  puzzle  to 
know  just  how  much  value  to  give  to  Pennsyl- 
vania's fine  record,  and  just  what  rank  to  give 
her  in  comparison  with  Yale  and  Princeton, 
but  her  team  certainly  has  the  best  record  of 
the  season  of  1898  for  steady,  consistent  play 
of  a  high  order. 

Cornell  has  produced  her  best  team  of  recent 
years,  and  has  the  distinction  of  having  won  a 
game  from  Lafayette,  but  her  play  has  been 
unsteady  at  times,  as  the  three  defeats  at  the 
hands  of  Pennsylvania  and  one  at  the  hands 
of  Williams  attest.  The  batting  and  fielding 
have  been  good  in  the  main,  and  were  perhaps 
at  their  best  in  the  Harvard  game.  Bole  and 
Blair  have  done  fair  work  in  the  box,  but 
neither  seems  able  to  pitch  a  full  game  effect- 
ively. Young  continues  to  play  the  same  strong 
game  behind  the  bat,  and  is  one  of  the  best 
ball-players  the  college  has  produced. 

At  Harvard  the  impression  continues  that  the 
material  of  this  year  was  unu'feually  good,  but 
has  been  poorly  handled.  The  choice  of  pitch- 
ers has  not  always  been  good,  and  there  have 
been  so  many  candidates  for  the  pitcher's 
place  that  no  one  of  them  has  had  work 
enough  to  bring  him  to  his  best  form.  Coz- 
zens'  lame  arm  and  Morse's  illness  have  nar- 
rowed the  pitchers  to  Hayes  and  Fitz,  who 
have  received  most  of  the  attention  for  the  last 
ten  days.  The  result  seems  apparent  in  Hayes' 
fine  work  against  Pennsylvania  June  nth,  and 
the  chances  seem  brighter  for  a  good  pitcher 
for  the  Yale  series.  The  Princeton  series  was 
hopelessly  mismanaged. 

Robinson,  of  the  Freshman  class,  has  sup- 
planted Clark  at  third  base,  and  is  playing 
finely,  his    hitting    and   base -running   being 


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especially  strong.  Foster,  at  first,  is  lifeless  and 
a  poor  hitter  and  runner,  and  many  are  of  the 
opinion  that  Houghton  should  be  returned  to 
first  and  a  new  man  found  for  second.  Cap- 
tain Rand  is  lame,  and  may  not  play  again  this 
year — a  very  unfortunate  incident,  as  Rand  is 
the  best  batter  and  run-getter  on  the  team. 
The  team  as  a  whole  is  batting  very  poorly, 
and  has  a  tendency  to  go  to  pieces  in  a  tight 
place.  At  best,  the  nine  is  in  an  unsettled  con- 
dition, but  there  is  good  material  in  it,  and 
proper  handling  will  produce  a  nine  capable  of 
playing  a  good  series  with  Yale,  with  an  even 
chance  to  win. 

Brown's  team  has  played  excellent  ball  dur- 
ing the  month,  winning  its  Yale  series  and  its 
first  Harvard  game.  As  is  usual  with  Brown 
teams,  the  strength  of  the  nine  is  in  its  strong 
fielding  and  its  dashing  style  of  play,  rather 
than  its  own  ability  to  score.  The  infield  has 
probably  made  more  double  plays  than  any 
other  college  in  the  field,  and  double  plays 
count  tremendously,  especially  at  critical  points. 
Sedgwick,  too,  has  made  an  excellent  record 
for  himself  as  a  pitcher.  No  team  has  hit  him 
hard,  though  he  strikes  out  few  men,  and  op- 
ponents generally  get  six  to  eight  base-hits. 
He  is  not  speedy,  and  his  curves  are  not  par- 
ticularly deceptive,  but  his  control  is  excellent, 
and  he  ' '  works  "  his  batters  with  great  skill. 
Brown  has  split  series  of  two  games  with  Dart- 
mouth and  Princeton,  has  lost  one  game  to 
Pennsylvania,  and  has  won  its  first  Harvard 
game. 

What  looked  at  the  start  like  a  good  con- 
test in  the  New  England  Association  turned 
out  to  be  an  overwhelming  victory  for  Dart- 
mouth, her  team  finishing  the  season  with  a 
clean  record  of  eight  victories  and  no  defeats. 
The  team  has  improved  wonderfully  in  its 
fielding,  and  has  batted  savagely  in  most  of  the 
championship  contests.  This  is  Dartmouth's 
first  championship  since  the  formation  of  the 
present  association. 

Williams  depended  largely  on  Plunkett's 
pitching,  and  his  work  has  certainly  been  very 
fine,  considering  the  poor  support  given  him  by 
his  team,  both  in  the  field  and  at  the  bat. 
Williams'  team  had  several  of  last  year's  cham- 
pionship nine,  but  even  these  seem  to  have  been 
affected  by  the  general  slump,  and  the  first 
poor  nine  Williams  has  had  in  years  resulted. 

Amherst  had  no  effective  pitchers,  and  was 
composed  largely  of  inexperienced  players, 
which  accounts  for  her  poor  showing.  The 
men  fielded  very  well,  but  could  not  hit,  which, 
coupled  with  the  ineffectiveness  of  their  own 
pitchers,  prevented  the  team  from  making  a 
good  showing. 

Lafayette  has  put  a  very  strong  team  in  the 
field,  and  has  to  her  credit  victories  over  Yale, 
Harvard,  Princeton,  Pennsylvania  and  Cor- 
nell, certainly  a  brilliant  record.  The  work  of 
Nevins  in  the  box  has  been  uniformly  first- 
class,  and  he  has  not  been  hit  with  any  effect' 
during  the  entire  season.  The  remainder  of 
the  team  have  backed  up  their  pitchers  in  good 
style,  and  have  battled  strongly  in  all  their 
games.  Cornell  alone  of  the  large  colleges  has 
succeeded  in  winning  a  game  from  Lafayette, 
and  this  was  only  one  of  a  series  of  three, 
Lafayette  winning  the  other  two. 

Holy    Cross    has    had  a  strong  team  and 


played  some  very  fine  games,  her  best  being  a 
defeat  of  University  of  Pennsylvania,  on  June 
loth. 

Andover  is  fairly  entitled  to  the  distinction 
of  having  the  best  preparatory  school  team, 
she  having  defeated  Exeter  and  Lawrenceville, 
the  freshman  teams  of  Harvard,  Yale  and 
Princeton,  and  forced  the  Yale  'Varsity  to  play 
ten  innings  to  win.  The  re-establishment  of 
good  feeling  between  Andover  and  Exeter  has 
done  much  for  both  schools  in  matters  perhaps 
more  important  than  athletics. 

Below  are  the  scores  of  some  of  the  more  im- 
portant games  : 


May 


.—At  Catnbridg^e . . 
i— At  Washington. 
— At  Worcester  . . . 
— At  Philadelphia. 

— At  Ithaca 

—At  Providence.. 
—At  New  Haven.. 
— At  Princeton . . . , 

— At  Hanover 

— At  Providence.. 
. — At  Princeton. . . . 
— At  Philadelphia. 
— At  New  Haven.. 

— At  Andover 

— At  Cambridge.. 
; — At  Cambridge  . . 
; — At  Philadelphia, 

— At  Easton 

—At  Amherst 


I— At 

-At 

I— At 

-At 

"     25— At 

"     26— At 

"     28— At 

"     28— At 

"     28— At 

"     28— At 

"     30— At 

"     30 — At 

"     31— At 

June    I — At 

I— At 

I— At 

"       3— At 

3— At 

4— At 

"       4— At 

4— At 

6— At 

"       8— At 

"     10— At 

"     10 — At 

"     II— At 

"      II— At 

"      II— At 


Hanover 

Princeton 

Providence. . 

Andover 

Princeton 

Hanover 

Andover 

Providence . , 
Worcester.. . 

Ithaca 

Worcester 

Cambridge .. 

Andover 

Amherst 

Princeton 

Philadelphia. 

Amherst 

Princeton  . ... 

Amherst 

Ithaca 

Easton    

Providence.. 
New  Haven. . 
Worcester ... 
Hanover  . . , 
Andover  . . . ., 

Hanover 

Ithaca 


Harvard,  20.. . 
.Georget'n,  10.. 
Holy  Cross,  3.. 

U.  of  P.,  9 

Cornell,  5 

Brown,  13 

Yale,  14 

Princeton,  12.. 
Dartmouth,  8.. 

Brown,  17 

Princeton,  12 .. 
U.  of  Pa.,  2.... 
U.  of  Va.,  4.... 

Williams,  2 

Harvard,  8, .. . 
Harvard,  11  . . 
U.  of  Pa.,  3.... 
Lafayette,  7.. . 
Bowdoin,  6. ... 

Dartm'th,  15.. 
Princeton,  11.. 

Brown,  7 

Andover,  g.... 
Princeton,  4.. . 
Georgefn,  4... 

Yale,  7 

Brown,  10 

Georget'n,  5... 
U.  of  Pa.,  7.... 
Holy  Cross,  10. 

.Yale,  'or,  5 

Andover,  6.. .. 
Harvard,  n. .. 
Princeton,  14. . 
U.  of  Pa.,  3.... 
Dartmouth,  6.. 
Andover,  9.. .. 
Dartmouth,  5. 
•  Williams,  8.... 
.Lafayette,  11. 

Brown,  9 

Yale,  10 

•Holy  Cross,  11 
Dartmouth,  6. 
Andover,  8.. . , 
.Dartmouth,  q. 
Lafayette,  11. 


Amherst,  6. 
U.  of  Va.,  7. 
Amherst,  i. 
U.  of  Va.,  3. 
Lafayette,  4. 
Colby,  6. 
Wesleyan,  3. 
U.  of  Va.,s. 
Williams,  1. 
Yale,  2. 
Harvard,  2. 
Cornell,  o, 
Yale,  o. 
Andover,  i. 
Exeter,  o. 
Williams,  o. 
Brown,  2. 
Princeton,  3 
Amherst,  5. 

(14  innings.) 
Amherst,  o. 
Cornell,  6. 
Holy  Cross,  2 
Harvard, '01,  3, 
Brown,  i. 
Dartmouth,  3. 
Andover,  6. 
Dartmouth,  7, 
Holy  Cross,  i 
Cornell,  4. 
Dartmouth,  4, 
Harvard,'oi,  4 
Yale,  '01,  2. 
Amherst,  3. 
Georgefn,  3 
Cornell,  i. 
.Amherst,  3. 
Princeton.  3. 
.Amherst,  i. 
.Cornell,  4. 
.U.  of  Pa.,  8. 
,U.  of  Vt.,  7. 
.U.  of  Vt.,  7. 
.U.  of  Pa.,  3. 
.Williams,  o. 
•  Exeter,  2. 
.Williams,  5. 
.Cornell,  6. 


UNIVERSITY    OF    PENNSYLVANIA,   3  ;    HARVARD,  2. 

At  Philadelphia,  May  21st.  —  The  first 
University  of  Pennsylvania-Harvard  game  was 
a  pitched  battle,  won  on  Haughton's  poor 
throw  in  the  fifth  inning.  Neither  team  hit 
at  all  well,  and  the  poor  hitting,  combined  with 
good  fielding,  made  scoring  difficult.  The 
winning  run  was  secured  in  the  tenth  on  a 
base-on-balls  and  a  hit.  Brown's  pitching  was 
very  effective. 

PRINCETON,  9  ;    HARVARD,  2. 

At  Cambridge,  May  .^^/>^.— Princeton  com- 
pletely outclassed  Harvard  while  McCormick 
was  in  the  box,  and  though  Cozzens  did  well 
the  day  was  already  lost  when  he  came 
into  the  game.  Princeton's  play  was  better 
than  Harvard's  in  almost  every  particular,  the 


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423 


battery  work  of  Hildebrand  and  Kafer  being 
very  fine.  Harvard  fielded  miserably,  and  did 
not  begin  to  hit  till  the  seventh  inning.  This 
game  gives  Princeton  her  Harvard  series. 

BROWN,  4  ;    VALE,   3. 

Providence,  May  jot k. — Brown  won  the  de- 
ciding game  of  the  Yale  series  by  bunching 
her  hits.  The  fielding  of  both  teams  was  very 
fine,  neither  of  the  two  errors  counting  in  the 
score.  Yale  made  five  more  hits  than  Brown, 
but  could  not  make  runs  against  Brown's  fine 
fielding.  Brown  made  an  unusual  number 
of  double  plays,  which  did  much  to  prevent 
Yale  from  scoring  more  runs. 

PRINCETON,    12  ;    YALE,    7. 

New  Haven,  Ju7ie  4th. — Princeton  won  the 
first  Yale  game  by  playing  a  better  game  in  all 
departments  than  her  rival  and  on  Fearey's  poor 
pitching.  Greenway  pitched  during  the  last 
four  innings,  and  held  Princeton  down  very 
well.  Yale's  batting  streak  in  the  eighth  saved 
the  game  from  being  a  walkover  for  Princeton. 

BROWN,    5  ;    HARVARD,    I. 

Cambridge,  Jiciie  8th. — The  first  Brown- 
Harvard  game  was  a  dull  contest,  which 
Brown  won  because  she  bunched  her  few  hits 
with  Harvard's  errors.  Neither  team  could 
hit,  but  Harvard  was  particularly  weak  at  the 
bat,  going  out  in  order  for  six  of  the  nine 
innings.  Sedgwick's  pitching  was  the  only 
feature. 

yALE,    6  ;     PRINCETON,  4. 

Princeton,  June  nth. — Yale  won  an  unex- 
pected victory  by  better  fielding  and  by  bunch- 
ing her  hits.  Hildebrand  was  unsteady,  and 
gave  six  bases  on  balls,  while  his  support  was 
not  of  the  best.  The  credit  for  winning  be- 
longs largely  to  Greenway,  who  went  into  the 
box  with  little  practice  after  a  two  years'  ab- 
sence from  that  position,  due  to  a  lame  arm. 
Princeton  made  nine  hits,  but  could  not  bunch 
them. 

HARVARD,  2  ;     U.  OF  PA.,   I. 

Cainbridge,  June  nth. — This  was  an  unusu- 
ally good  exhibition  of  baseball,  which  was  final- 
ly won  on  Reid's  home  run.  Hayes  pitched  a 
beautiful  game,  striking  out  nine  men  and  al- 
lowing no  bases  on  balls.  Brown  also  pitched 
a  fine  game,  but  was  not  so  well  supported. 
Harvard's  play  in  the  field  was  steady  and 
brilliant,  Haughton  saving  several  hits  at  crit- 
ical points  by  good  plays,  and  Reid  catching 
and  throwing  finely.  This  leaves  the  Harvard- 
U.  of  Pa.  series  a  tie.  Post  Captain. 

BASEBALL    IN    THE    SOUTH. 

What  would  have  been  the  greatest  contest 
of  the  season,  North  Carolina  vs.  Virginia,  was 
declared  off  on  account  of  rain,  the  first  game 
not  being  opened  at  all  and  the  second  called 
in  the  middle  of  the  second  inning.  The 
Virginians  had  tallied  one  in  the  first,  nothing 
in  the  second,  and  had  just  gone  to  bat  in  the 
third  when  the  water  fell  in  torrents.  Lawson 
was  pitching  a  superb  game  for  Carolina,  who 
had  been  blanked  for  three  innings,  although 
they  found  Summergill  for  two  singles.  Every- 
thing pointed  to  a  Virginia  victory  ;  the  Tar- 


Heels  were  making  a  good  fight.  Comparison 
between  these,  the  two  best  teams  in  the  South, 
is  thus  rendered  difficult ;  but,  considering  the 
record  against  other  teams,  the  Virginians  have 
shown  their  superiority,  they  having  taken  the 
series  from  both  Georgetown  and  Yale  and 
broken  even  with  Princeton.  In  pitchers  Vir- 
ginia has  three,  either  of  whom  equals  Lawson  ; 
and  in  Summergill,  Virginia  found  a  pitcher 
almost  invincible.  Pinkerton ,  the  second  pitch- 
er, was  very  speedy,  but  had  not  the  finesse 
of  Summergill.  Collier,  the  third  pitcher,  was 
played  in  center  for  his  heavy  batting,  in  six- 
teen games  making  forty-one  hits,  with  a  total 
of  eighty-six  bases.  Steptoe,  at  third,  was  the 
find  of  the  year.  Willis,  at  second,  was  the 
best  run-getter  on  the  team — a  good  hitter,  a 
better  waiter,  and  swift  on  the  bases.  Hill  de- 
veloped into  a  sure  backstop,  but  his  throwing 
continued  weak  throughout.  Mangan  played 
substitute  catch;  his  health  prevented  his  active 
training.  "  Big  Bill  "  Martin  was  kept  at  short 
throughout,  and  is  the  star  infielder  of  the 
South ;  he  led  the  batting.  The  Virginians 
have  shown  their  confidence  by  electing  him 
captain  for  '99.  Captain  Bonney  continued  in 
left,  and  deserves  credit  for  the  sportsmanlike 
conduct  of  the  team  at  home  and  abroad. 

The  Carolinians  played  a  successful  schedule, 
and  much  credit  is  due  Captain  Winston  for  the 
development  of  a  strong  team  from  new  and 
young  material.  Belden  at  second,  Rogers  in 
center,  and  Lawson  in  the  box  helped  him  in 
batting  and  base-running,  Lawson  leading  in 
the  averages. 

Third  honors  must  fall  upon  Vanderbilt ;  al- 
though having  better  pitc'ners  than  Carolina, 
they  are  not  their  equals  in  batting.  Sherrill 
has  maintained  first  place  in  the  box  over  Carr, 
and  the  infield  was  strengthened  by  bringing 
McAlister  from  the  outfield  to  first,  as  sug- 
gested by  Outing  in  June.  They  demonstrated 
their  superiority  over  Sewanee  by  taking  the 
series — two  victories  and  a  draw. 

Georgia  found  it  impossible  to  keep  the  pace 
set  by  the  star  '97  team,  and  have  dropped  to 
last  place. 

Further  South,  University  of  Mississippi 
sprung  a  surprise  in  defeating  Tulane  in  a 
brilliant  series,  and  Tulane  evened  things  by 
taking  three  straights  from  University  of  Ala- 
bama. 

Next  year  the  Southern  teams  should  be 
placed  in  sections,  as  it  is  impossible,  owing  to 
the  breadth  of  territory,  for  any  one  team  to 
meet  all  the  others,  thus  rendering  accurate 
estimates  impossible. 

The  proposed  Southern  tour  of  the  Virginians 
has  been  abandoned  on  account  of  sickness  of 
the  Virginia  pitchers,  and  final  exercises  of 
the  Southern  colleges  occurring  generally  at  the 
same  time,    interfering  with  the  dates. 

RECENT    SCORES. 

Van4erbilt  vs.  University  of  Georgia,  13-1. 
vs.  "  "  3-0. 

"  vs.  '•  "  4-0. 

"  vs.  Sewanee,  5-5. 

"  vs.  "  4-1. 


vs. 


10-5. 


University  of  Georgia  vs.  Mercer  Univprsity,  6-7. 
Tulane  vs.  University  of  Louisiana,  13-8. 

W-  A-  Lambpth. 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


MIDDLE   WEST   BASEBALL. 

Even  with  the  contest  narrowed  down  to 
Michigan,  Chicago  and  lUinois,  the  guessers 
have  had  a  hard  time  of  it.  Throughout  the 
season  Chicago  has  been  doing  emphatic  stick- 
work,  and  if  the  championship  goes  to  her  it 
will  be  on  her  batting.  So  far  as  general 
work  is  concerned,  the  big  three  have  been 
pretty  well  balanced,  but  the  Chicago  people 
have  had  much  the  best  of  it  in  batting. 

So  far  as  the  games  have  been  played,  they 
have  been  rather  puzzling.  While  Illinois  was 
able  to  give  Michigan  some  good  trouncings 
and  the  Ann  Arbor  team  split  even  with  Chi- 
cago, Illinois  fell  a  victim  to  the  Chicago  boys 
in  four  straight  games. 

May  14th. — For  six  innings  Illinois  had  the 
game  well  in  hand,  but  Chicago's  hitting  in 
the  sixth  inning  piled  up  seven  scores,  and  two 
more  were  added  in  the  seventh. 

Chicago 3    0000720      — 12 

Illinois 16000200    o — -q 

May  19th. — The  game  was  won  on  Chicago's 
home  grounds  by  the  masterly  pitching  of 
Miller.  Although  Chicago  secured  ten  hits,  in 
only  one  inning  did  they  get  them  bunched  to 
any  advantage.  Michigan,  on  the  contrary, 
though  finding  Smith  for  but  seven  hits, 
bunched  four  of  them  in  one  inning.  Both 
teams  iielded  well. 

Score  : 


MICHIGAN. 

r.  h.  p. 

Cooley,  2b....  o    o    o 

Matteson,  rf...  002 

Lunn,  c 117 

McGinnis,  c£...  o     i     i 

Condon,  ib o    o  11 

Wolff,  3b I     2    o 

Gilbert,  ss i     i    2 

Davies,  If i     i     2 

Miller,  p o    i     2 


CHICAGO, 
r.  h.  p 
Merrifi'd,  3b  i  2  c 
Herschb'rcf  022 
Gardner,  c...  o  i  5 
Clarke,  2b.  .023 
Sawyer,  rf..  02c 
Kennedy, ib  i 
Vernon,  ss.  o 
Smith,  p. ...  o 
Southard, If.    o 


14 


Totals 4  7  27  14  3  Totals 2  10  27  17  i 

Michigan 10000030    o — 4 

Chicago 


001        lOOOO       O 2 


May  2ist. — On  the  Illinois  home  grounds, 
Michigan  was  defeated  by  a  score  of  3  to  o 
in  a  game  marked  by  the  efficient  work 
of  McCullom  and  the  splendid  character  of 
his  support.  Michigan  had  very  little  more 
success  in  hitting  the  diminutive  south-paw 
than  they  did  May  7th,  when  they  failed  to 
secure  a  hit.  Illinois  had  better  success  in 
batting  Miller,  though  the  hit  column  shows 
but  a  total  of  7.  Michigan  was  ragged  in  field- 
ing but  Illinois  was  superb,  the  entire  team 
playing  brilliant  ball. 

The  score  : 


Cooley,  2b. . .. 

Matteson,  rf..  o 

Lunn.  c o 

McGinnis,  cf .  o 

Wolf,  3b o 

Gilbert,  ss... .  o 

Condon,  ib....  o' 

Davies,  If o 

Miller,  p o 


MICHIGAN. 

h.  p.  a.  e. 


Fulton,  2b. . .  o 

Thornton,  rf.  i 

Shuler,  ss.  ...  2 

Winston,  3b..  o 

Johnston,  ib.  o 

Wernham,  If  o 

Lotz,  cf o 

McCullom, ip.  o 

McGill,  c. ..'..  o 


h.  p.  a.  e. 
0451 


Totals o    3  24  12    7     Totals 3    7  26  17    2 

Michigan o    o    o    o    o     o     o    o    o — o 

Illinois 10000200    X — 3 

May  24th.— In  a  close  and  exciting  ten-inning 
game  on  Illinois  ground.  Chicago  defeated  Illi- 


nois by  a  score  of  6  to  5.  Though  Chicago 
piled  up  4  runs  in  the  first  inning,  it  was  any- 
body's game  until  Chicago  pulled  it  out  in  the 
tenth.  Both  teams  were  rather  inclined  to 
rattles  in  the  opening  innings,  but  after  the 
second  it  was  a  hard  fight  abounding  in  brill- 
iant work.  McCullom,  who  had  been  a  puzzle 
to  all  comers,  was  solved  to  the  tune  of  13  hits, 
two  of  them  being  for  three  bases  and  an  equal 
number  for  two.  Fulton's  work  on  second  was 
superb,  as  was  that  of  Lotz  in  center  field,  and 
the  former  led  his  team's  hitting,  taking  three 
hits  off  Smith.  Herschberger  took  so  kindly  to 
McCullom  that  he  hit  him  four  times  safely. 
Gardner  gave  most  excellent  support  to  Smith, 
who  fielded  his  position  most  cleverly. 


Chicago 4 

Illinois I 


I     5—13 
o     o —  4 


May  25th.— The  second  game  of  the  Chicago- 
Illinois  series  requires  very  brief  mention.  Joy 
essayed  to  pitch  for  Illinois,  and  was  lambasted 
out  of  the  box,  while  his  support  was  of  the 
most  pronounced  yellow.     Score  : 

Chicago 00050 

Illinois 00200 

May  28th. — Beautiful  pitching  and  opportune 
stick-work  won  a  game  for  Michigan  from  Chi- 
cago on  the  latter's  home  grounds.  For  seven 
innings  Miller  was  effective,  but  had  to  give 
way  to  Lehr.     Score  : 

University  of  Michigan o    i    o    i    o    o    o    2    0—4 

University  of  Chicago ooooooio    o— i 

May  30th. — Schlauder  took  revenge  on  Illi- 
nois and  put  them  out  of  the  race*  for  the  inter- 
collegiate championship  by  holding  them  down 
to  six  hits,  while  his  followers  fell  on  to  Linden, 
who  for  four  innings  occupied  the  box  for  Illi- 
nois. In  the  fifth  McCullom  went  on  the  slab, 
and  held  Northwestern  down  to  one  hit  for  the 
balance  of  the  game.  Despite  his  great  work, 
Illinois  could  not  overcome  North  western's  lead. 
The  score  : 

Northwestern 20030000    o — 5 

Illinois 00100002    o — 3 

June  4th.  — Perhaps  the  greatest  contest  of  the 
season  was  the  last  game  between  Chicago  and 
Illinois  on  the  former's  grounds.  It  was  an 
eleven-inning  game,  and  both  pitchers  were  in 
iine  form.  For  six  innings  McCullom  held  the 
strong  hitters  of  Chicago  to  two  hits,  and  in  the 
eleven  innings  he  was  hit  safely  for  eight.  On 
the  other  hand,  Clark  held  Illinois  at  his  mercy, 
they  getting  but  four  hits.  The  Illinois  out- 
field gave  remarkable  support  to  McCullom,  es- 
pecially Lotz.  Smith  played  a  gilt-edged  game 
for  Chicago.     The  score  : 

Chicago o     o    o    o    o    o    o     i     o    o     i — 2 

Illinois ooooiooooo    o — i 

June  4th. — After  the  defeat  of  Illinois,  North- 
western gave  a  good  battle  to  Michigan,  but 
were  defeated.  Northwestern  had  the  best  of 
the  fielding  and  their  hit  column  foots  up  more, 
but  their  hitting  was  not  so  timely.     The  score  : 

Michigan o    o     i     i    o    o    3    o    x — 5 

Northwestern.... looioooo    o — 2 

May  14th — Wisconsin,  15;  Northwestern,  2. 

May  2oth — Wisconsin,  5^  Notre  Dame,  o. 

May  21st — De  Pauw.  5;   Indianapolis,  4. 

May   22d — Beloit,  4;  Chicago,  i. 

May  26th— Michigan,  6;  Beloit,  i. 

May  28th— Illinois,  7;  Oberlin,  i. 

May  30th — Wisconsin,  8;  Oberlin,  7. 


Harry  F.  Kendall. 


i 


425 


EQUESTRIANISM. 


,•/«*!■ 


T 


'HE  horse  show 
a  t  Philadel- 
phia— well,  to 
put  it  briefly, 
the  affair  was 
a  washout,  pure  and 
simple.  On  the  open- 
ing day  (Txiesday), 
May  24th,  the  weath- 
er looked  a  wee  bit 
promising  up  to  the 
intermission  at  mid- 
day, and  the  pretty 
flowers  about  the 
club  house  and  the 
grand  stand  sent 
forth  their  delicious  perfume,  the  forest  of 
greenery  surrounding  the  picturesque  enclo- 
sure resembling,  with  the  raindrops  glisten- 
ing on  the  leaves  and  branches,  nothing  so 
much  as  a  bank  of  emerald  and  white  crys- 
tal gems.  But,  alas,  it  rained.  It  fairly 
poured  down  in  sheets,  and  the  horses  ploughed 
about  in  tanbark  that  soon  took  on  the  con- 
sistency of  flaxseed  mush.  The  exhibitors 
and  judges  were  suddenly  transformed  into 
mountains  of  mackintosh,  off  which  the  water 
ran  in  streams  over  rich  cushions  and  highly 
polished  patent  leather.  Gilt  and  silver  plated 
harness  quickly  lost  its  lustre,  and  the  well- 
groomed  coats  of  the  horses  were  ruflied 
as  though  rubbed  the  wrong  way.  But  the 
programme  had  to  be  lived  through  and  those 
engaged  did  their  work  like  veterans,  no  hitch 
of  an}^  kind  occurring;  and  the  awards — for  a 
wonder — gave  universal  satisfaction,  except  in 
the  case  of  the  four-in-hand  contest,  when  one 
of  Mr.  Carter's  horses  was  declared  to  be  lame, 
which  probably  lost  that  gentleman  the  first 
prize. 

The  second  day  was  a  little  better,  as  only 
slight  showers  occurred,  but  the  third  was  a 
drencher  and  very  discoiiraging.  A  liberal 
estimate  would  record  the  visitors  to  the  Phila- 
delphia show  as  in  the  neighborhood  of  five 
hundred  on  any  one  of  the  first  three  days,  and 
yet,  withal,  there  was  a  brave  display  of  pretty 
toilets  and  smart  toggery  for  brief  spaces. 

The  horse  has  always  been  enshrined  in 
the  hearts  of  Philadelphia's  younger  set,  and 
the  love  for  sleek-coated  equines  of  both  the 
thoroughbred  trotting  and  high-stepping  vari- 
eties has  become  generally  accepted  by  society 
there,  which  knows  and  handles  its  horses  as  do 
expert  professionals. 

Everybody  usually  drives  to  the  horse-show 
from  the  Quaker  City;  and  to  stand  in  the 
picturesque  grounds  under  shadow  of  the 
rambling  old  inn  and  hearken  to  the  sound  of 
coach  horns  from  the  drags  loaded  down  with 
joll}'-  parties  winding  their  way  along  the  banks 
of  the  famous  old  Wissahickon  Creek,  is  a  joy 
which  cannot  be  experienced  elsewhere.  But 
there  was  little  of  that  sort  of  thing  this  year, 
except  on  the  last  day  of  the  show,  when  a 
goodly  number  of  coaches  were  ' '  parked "  at 
the  ring  side.  Of  the  few  hundred  notables 
who  braved  the  elements  and  graced  the  show 
by  their  presence  may  b^  mentioned  a  few 
visitors  from  New  York  and  some  of  the  better 
known  of  the  locale. 


What  was  lacking  in  the  matter  of  attendance 
during  the  early  part  of  the  show  was  atoned 
for  by  the  high  quality  of  the  exhibits  and  the 
make-up  of  the  classes.  The  catalogue  was 
never  better  arranged,  nor  has  there  ever  be- 
fore been  so  large  an  entry.  The  New  York 
exhibitors  gathered  in  a  majority  of  the  trophies, 
Charles  F.  Bates  winning  with  the  champion 
cob  Coxey,  the  pair  Hi  and  High  Tide,  the 
leader  Whirl  of  the  Town,  and  again  when 
three  of  these  and  Brown  Donna  appeared 
four-in-hand.  Miss  Adelaide  carried  off  highest 
honors  with  her  remarkable  saddle-horse  Ches- 
ter and  Miss  HoUoway  was  also  a  winner, 
and  a  clever  one. 

The  trotting  classes  were,  as  heretofore,  very 
rich  in  quality,  a  notable  contest  being  that  in 
which  E.  T.  Stotesbury's  fine  pair,  Vic  and 
Lady,  took  first  for  style  and  appointments, 
over  Col.  Snowden's  Russ  and  B.  C.  L.  and 
James  W.  Cooke's  Altamont  and  Bertha,  the 
first  mentioned  also  winning  a  good  class  in 
single  harness. 

The  jumping  classes  were  altogether  too 
large  to  be  dealt  with  quick  enough  to  suit  the 
taste  of  the  sightseers,  and  coming  on,  as  they 
did,  toward  the  end  of  a  dreary  day,  the 
audience  had  drifted  down  to  a  few  grooms  and 
hunting  men  before  the  awards  were  made.  In 
a  hard  class,  Charles  E.  Mather's  Welcome  won, 
C.  Randolph  Snowden's  Richmond  being  sec- 
ond, and  that  natural  jumper,  W.  D.  Grand's 
Red  Oak,  ridden  by  Stanton  Elliott,  getting 
third.  In  the  light-weight  qualified  hunter 
class  Red  Oak  had  no  difficulty  in  winning  first 
prize,  as  did  also  W.  M.  Healey's  gelding 
Kensington  over  the  qualified  hunters  of  heavier 
stamp. 

In  the  pony  classes  Eben  D.  Jordan,  of  Bos- 
ton, took  first  with  Prime  Minister,  Richard  F. 
Carman,  of  New  York,  getting  second  with 
Eclipse  and  fourth  with  Rocket.  Master 
Widener  won  again  this  year  in  brave  style, 
handling  Lady  Gibbie  like  a  veteran,  little  boy 
Bratton  getting  next  prize  with  Just-in-Time. 
Strauss  and  Hexter's  pony  Greydawn  beat  the 
celebrated  Eccles  Wonder,  and  George  Gagnon's 
McKusick  and  Florence  won  blue  ribbons,  the 
first  when  shown  singly  and  the  two  as  a  lady's 
pair.  The  same  exhibitors'  Cat  and  Gold 
Pointer  went  to  the  top  of  another  class. 

An  innovation  this  year  was  a  class  for  hack- 
neys under  saddle,  which  was  won  by  C.  Ran- 
dolph Snowden's  aged  mare  Alabama.  Fred- 
erick G.  Bourne,  of  Oakdale,  L.  I.,  took  first 
with  his  hackney  stallion  Starlight,  under  fif- 
teen hands,  and  F.  J.  Kimball  did  the  same 
with  his  chestnut  sire  Phaeton  in  a  class  for 
stallions  over  fifteen  hands. 

The  best  road  team  of  four  horses  was  won 
by  WiUiam  L.  Elkins's  Melba,  Aladdin,i  Robin 
Hood,  and  Strathmore,  driven  by  Joseph  E. 
Widener,  and  the  same  exhibitor-  won  in.  the 
park  tandem  class  with  Lady  Primrose  and 
Glorious.  Colonel  Edward  Morrell's  prize  for 
hunting  tandem  was  won  by  C.  Randolph 
Snowden's  Richmond  and  Prima  Donna. 

Another  innovation  was  the  class  for  spike 
teams  (of  three  horses),  w^hich  Charles  F.  Bates, 
of  New  York,  won,  as  he  also  did  when  it  came  to 
show  four  horses  to  park  drag,  appointnients  to 


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OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


count,  probably  the  most  sought-after  prize  of 
the  whole  show. 

Matters  were  not  much  better  on  the  fourth 
day,  Friday,  for,  although  no  rain  fell,  the  sky 
was  overcast  and  gloomy,  which  kept  the  at- 
tendance, down  to  a  low  ebb. 

The  programme  on  Friday  was  most  attract- 
ive, a  battle  royal  being  that  which  took  place 
when  a  dozen  tandem  teams  entered  the  arena. 
Nothing  prettier  in  the  way  of  an  equestrian 
exhibit  could  well  be  imagined.  The  contest 
narrowed  down  to  a  question  of  whether  Coxey 
and  Whirl  of  the  Town  or  Sigsbee  and  Samp- 
son should  win,  and  patriotism  ultimately  got 
the  upper  hand,  the  Chicagoan  winning  the 
blue  ribbon  amid  tremendous  enthusiasm.  The 
New  York  representative  had  been  beating  the 
home  turnouts  all  week,  and  the  crowd  evi- 
dently wanted  a  change. 

New  Yorkers  had  all  the  best  of  it  in  the 
saddle  classes,  however,  Miss  Doremus  winning 
again  on  Chester,  and  Mrs.  Beach  taking  sec- 
ond prize  on  Patsy  McCord  for  Mr.  E.  T.  H. 
Talmadge. 

The  Corinthian  class,  for  hunters  ridden  by 
members  of  recognized  hunt  clubs  also  came 
here.  General  Healey's  famous  chestnut  geld- 
ing Kensington  taking  the  coveted  prize. 

The  show  closed  on  Saturday  in  a  glorious 
burst  of  sunshine  and  amid  much  enthusiasm. 
The  decisions  in  the  championship  class  were 
loudly  applauded.  The  great  cob  Coxey  won 
over  Bratton's  Sampson.  The  golden  chestnut 
gelding  Oriflamme  was  declared  champion  of 
the  saddlers.  The  champion  hackney  mare  of 
the  show  was  that  beautiful  chestnut  three-year- 
old  Princess  Olga,  by  Enthorpe  Performer, 
and  Mr.  A.  J.  Cassatt,  the  President  of  the 
show,  took  first  prize  with  his  celebrated  race- 
horse The  Bard,  and  again  was  first  with  the 
young  stallion  Chesterbrook,  son  of  his  im- 
ported hackney  stallion  Cadet. 

THE    ELK    RIDGE    CLUB    HORSE-SHOW. 

Viewed  as  a  purely  amateur  sporting  event, 
the  horse-show  which  took  place  May  19th,  20th, 
2ist,  on  the   picturesque  grounds  of    the   Elk 


Ridge  Fox-Hunting  Club,  near  Baltimore,  must 
go  on  record  as  one  of  the  most  delightful  of  the 
season.  It  catered  more  especially  to  horses  of 
the  hunting  type  and  such  as  are  used  by  coun- 
try gentlemen  of  sporting  proclivities,  and  was 
graced  by  the  wealth,  beauty  and  fashion  of 
Baltimore  and  Washington,  the  State  of  Vir- 
ginia being  also  well  represented.  They  came 
in  gorgeous  drags,  coaches,  phaetons  and  pony 
carts,  which  were  parked  along  the  grassy  ter- 
races encircling  the  tanbark  arena,  and  formed 
an  animated  setting  for  the  glittering  array  of 
show  horses  and  vehicles,  hunters  and  jumpers 
parading  about  the  judges'  stand. 

Interest  centred  in  the  Hunt  Club  events, 
which  brought  out  most  of  the  crack  hunters 
of  Maryland  and  vicinity,  the  members  of  the 
Elk  Ridge  and  Green  Spring  Valley  Clubs  all 
appearing  in  full  hunting  costume. 

The  prize  (plate  valued  at  $150)  was  won  by 
the  Elk  Ridge  Club.  Mr.  Webb  Carter,  of  the 
same  club,  also  won  in  the  open  class.  A  class 
exclusively  for  ladies'  hunters  was  an  interest- 
ing feature  of  the  show,  Mrs.  Thomas  De  Ford 
winning  handily  on  Elniira,  Mrs.  Ross  Whist- 
ler taking  second  prize  on  Mrs.  E.  A.  Jackson's 
Sportsman. 

The  Elk  Ridge  Club  C»p  for  the  best  hunter 
over  four  successive  jumps  brought  out  a  large 
entry  of  picked  horses,  the  win  of  Mr.  Red- 
mond C.  Stewart  on  Tim  Burr  being  ver}^  pop- 
ular. Mr.  William  H.  Bryan's  Aberdeen  was 
another  horse  that  came  in  for  a  large  share  of 
the  applause,  as  did  also  the  Fox,  shown  by 
Mr.  W.  S.  Diffenderfer.  Miss  Romaine  Le 
Moyne's  Hailstone,  Miss  Ettie  Ridgeley's  Har- 
ry, the  home  club's  Fritz,  S.  L.  Jenkins'  Sir 
Reynard,  Miss  George's  Crookshanks,  and  Mr. 
James  F.  Clarke's  Blackbird  are  also  worthy  of 
mention. 

The  sportins:  tandem  event  was  not  carried 
out  as  it  should  have  been,  as  in  some  cases 
grooms  assisted  in  unharnessing  the  lead  horses 
and  putting  on  the  saddles  for  the  jumping 
contest.  Mr.  Diffenderfer  won  with  General 
and  the  Fox  ;  Thomas  De  Ford  took  second 
with  Elmira  and  Welcome,  and  Lady  Gray  and 
Hunter  got  third  for  Mr.  W.  Irvine  Keyser. 

A.  H.  Godfrey. 


CYCLING. 


metropolitan  district  and 
university  championships. 

THE  amateur  two-mile 
Metropolitan  District 
Championship  and 
an  amateur  ten-mile 
paced  race  were  run 
at  the  National  Circuit 
meet,  under  the  auspices  of 
the  Quill  Club  Wheelmen,  at 
Manhattan  Beach,  N.  Y., 
May  2ist.    The  summaries  : 

Two  miles.  Metropolitan  Dis- 
trict Championship— I.  A.Powell, 
Columbia,  i;  W.  H.  La  Due,  Mor- 
ris Heights,  2  :  C.  C.  Schwartz, 
Columbia,  3.     Time,  4m.  54s. 

Ten  miles,  invitation  paced 
race  —  George  Schofield,  Kings 
County  Wheelmen,   i;  Joseph 


Thompson,    Greenwich    Wheelmen,   2.       Time,    22m. 
7  3-5S. 

Columbia  won  the  bicycle  events  at  the  inter- 
collegiate contests  again  this  year  by  a  wide 
margin.  The  races  were  held  on  the  Berkeley 
Oval  track,  on  the  afternoon  of  May  28th,  and 
the  sport  was  fairly  good  throughout.  The 
following  were  the  results  : 

Half-mile,  final— Ray  Dawson,  Columbia,  i;  Bert  Rip- 
ley, Princeton,  2;  I.  A.  Powell,  Columbia,  3;  L.  Tweedy, 
Yale,  4.     Time,  im.  12  3-5S. 

One  mile,  final— Ray  Dawson,  Columbia,  i;  J.  T. 
Williams,  Jr.,  Columbia,  2;  A.  Moran,  Georgetown,  3; 
I.  A.  Powell,  Columbia,  4.     Time,  2m.  34s. 

Five  miles,  final — Bert  Ripley,  Princeton,  i;  Ray 
Dawson,  Columbia,  2;  I.  A.  Powell,  Columbia,  3;  C.  C. 
Schwartz,  Columbia,  4.    Time,  12m.  36  3-5S. 

Quarter  mile,  final— C.  C.  Schwartz,  Columbia,  i; 
Ray  Dawson,  Columbia,  2-  L.  B.  Dannemiller,  George- 
town, 3;  F.  T.  Anderson.  Yale,  4.     Time,  32  2-53. 

One  mile,  tandem,  final— Fred  Schade  and  A.  Moran, 
Georgetown,  i;  J.  T.  Williams,  Jr.,  and  C.  C.  Schwartz, 
Columbia,  2;  Bert  Ripley  and  H.  Miller,  Princeton,  3. 
Time,  2m.  16  1-5S. 


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SUMMARIES  BY   POINTS. 


1  Coluipbia S  7  9  6  4  — 34 

2  Princeton 03052  — 16 

3  Georgetown 2  o  2  o  5  —  9 

4  Yale 1  I         o         o         o  — 2 

MEMORIAL    DAY    TRACK    EVENTS. 

At  Charles  River  Park  track,  Cambridge, 
Mass. : 

One  mile,  interscholastic — A.  K.  Pope,  i;  Arthur  H. 
Myers,  2.     Time,  2m.  37  2-5^. 

Five  miles,  pursuit — Rosindale  Cycle  Club,  i ;  Massa- 
chusetts Bicycle  Club,  2.  Distance  in  the  pursuit,  2  1-5 
miles.     Time,  5m.  3-5S. 

Five  miles,  pursuit  team  race — Press  Cycling-  Club, 
i;  Middlesex  Cycling'  Club,  2.  Distance  in  pursuit,  3 
miles.     Time,  7m.  S  2-5S. 

At  Crescent  Park,  Providence,  R.  I. : 

Mile,  open,  final — C.  O.  Snow,  i;  C.  L.  Lawson,  2;  E. 
A.  Sholze,  3.     Time,  2m.  20  2-5S. 

Mile,  handicap,  final — C.  L.  Lawson,  20yds.,  i;  E.  A. 
Belcher,  70yds.,  2;  C.  O.  Snow,  40yds.,  3.  Time,  2m. 
24  1-5S. 

At  Willow  Grove  Park,  Philadelphia: 

Two -thirds  mile,  handicap,  final  —  J.  P.  Rogers, 
scratch,  i;  J.  G.  Shumate,  25yds.,  2.     Time,  im.  38  3-5S. 

One  mile,  open — J.  P.  Rogers,  i;  J.  G.  Shumate,  2. 
Time,  2m.  24  2-5S. 

At  Waverly  Park,  Newark,  N.  J.: 

Half-mile,  handicap,  final — H.  L.  Vredinburgh,  50yds. 
i;  C.  C.  Ayre's,  50yds.,  2;  C.  F.  Lindabury,  45yds.,  3. 
Time,  im.  4  1-5S. 

One  mile,  handicap,  final — Bert  Ripley,  scratch,  i;  H. 
F.  Varley,  20yds.,  2;  A.  N.  Ransom,  80yds.,  3.  Time, 
2m.  19  4-5S. 

One  mile,  final — Bert  Ripley,  i;  G.  W.  De  Haven,  2; 
A.  N.  Ransom,  3.    Time,  2m.  20s. 

At  Berkeley  Oval,  under  the  auspices  of  the 
Associated  Cycle  Clubs  of  New  York  city  : 

One  mile,  final— I.  A.  Powell,  i;  H.  Y.  Bedell,  2. 
Time,  2m.  20s. 

Two  miles,  handicap,  final — I.  A.  Powell,  scratch,  i; 
O.  V.  Babcock,  scratch,  2.    Time,  4m.  54  i-ss 

Inter-club  team  pursuit  race  —  Harlem  Wheelmen 
team,  O.  V.  Babcock  and  H.  Y.  Bedell,  i;  William  Frank 
and  R.  H.  Zahn,  2.  Distance  in  pursuit,  2  miles,  i  lap. 
Time,  5m.  12s. 

At  Athletic  Park,  St.  Louis,  Mo.: 

One  mile,  open — L.  Coburn,  i  ;  J.  W.  Coburn,  2. 
Time,  2m.  5s. 

One  mile,  handicap — C.  E.  Link,  120yds.,  i  ;  H.  A. 
Fuller,  i2syds.,  2  ;  Arthur  Stockton,  25yds.,  3.  Time, 
2m.  12  3-5S. 

Two  miles,  handicap— H.  C.  Strothotte,  2syds.,  i;  Ar- 
thur Stockton,  50yds.,  2;  C.  E.  Link,  240yds.,  3.  Time, 
4m.  36s. 

Michigan  State  Circuit  Meet,  Kalamazoo, 
Mich. : 

Quarter  mile,  open— C.  S.  Porter,  i;  R.  S.  York,  2;  F. 
Robbins,  3.    Time,  31  1-5S. 

Two  miles,  handicap.final — J.  Holmden,  60yds.,  i;  B. 
Hartman,  130yds.,  2;  H.  B.  Higman,  i6oyds.,  3.  Time, 
4m.  45s. 

At  Athletic  Field,  Buffalo,  N.  Y. : 

One  mile,  open — C.  C.  Dirnberger,  1  ;  A.  E.  Long- 
necker,  2;  J.  M.  Schwab,  3.     Time,  2m.  13s. 

Two  miles,  handicap — W.  H.  Kunz,  200yds.,  i;  J.  Ma- 
honey,  250yds.,  2  ;  C.  N.  Hinckley,  225yds.,  3.  Time, 
4m.  34s. 

Two  miles,  club  pursuit  race,  tandem  :  First  heat — 
Ramblers  vs.  Imperials,  woii  by  Ramblers.  Time,  4m. 
13s.  Second  heat — Press  vs.  Parksides,  won  by  Press. 
Time,  4m.  19  2-5S.  Final  heat— Ramblers  vs.  Press, 
won  by  Ramblers.    Time;,  ^m.  i8s. 

MEMORIAL  DAY    ROAD   EVENTS. 

The  three  principal  road  races  of  the  year 
were,  as  usual,  the  Chicago,  the  Irvington-Mil- 
burn  (near  Newark,  N.  J.),  and  the  Buffalo,  all 


run  on  Memorial  Day.     Decreased  entries  and 
lessened  prize-lists  were  present  in  all  cases. 
Summaries  at  Chicago  : 

Order  0/  Handi- 

Finish.     Name  and  Cluh.  cap  Time. 

7 — Joseph  Ringl,  Plzen g: 

2 — W.  B.  Ferguson,  Woodlawn 5 

3 — G.  Hemprt'ing,  Lake  View 5 

4— A.  M.  Strong,  Englewood 7 

5— G.  R.  Larson,  Monitor 9 

6— G.  Burgess,  Four  Leaf 8 

7 — F.  Alber,  Woodlawn ^ 

8 — G.  Vordorfer,  Garden  City 6 

9— O.  Fosser,  West  Side 7 

10 — R.  Fingal,  Chicago 7 


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1:10:30 
1:12:31 
1:14:19 
1:13:32 
1:13:38 
1:12:00 
1:13:2s 
1:12:56 


TIME   PRIZE   WINNERS. 

Hu-ndi- 
Name  and  Club.  cap. 

I — Orlando  Adams,  Chicago 1:00 

2— John  Nelson,  Woodlawn 2:30 

3— J.  W.  Bell,  Irving  Park :3o 

4 — James  Levy,  Chicago scr. 

5 — H.  Hamberg,  Smalley 3:30 

Summaries  at  Buffalo  : 

Order  0/  Handi- 

Finish.     Nauie.       ,  cap. 

I — E.  C.  Beam 5:15 

2 — Ed.  C.  Beecher 6:00 

3 — M.  A.  Luscher 5:00 

4 — A.  P.  Jax 5:45 

5— W.  H.  Robson 4:50 

6 — Ray  S.  Hofheins 5:30 

7— T.  S.  McConnell 4:50 

8— Otto  Farber '. 5  :oo 

9 — James  D.  Johnson 5:45 

10 — Wm.  Roll 5:00 

Summaries  of  the  Irvington-Milburn  : 

Order  of  Handi- 

Finish.     Name  and  Residence.  cap. 

I— J.  J.  McCarthy,  Jr.,  Belleville,  N.  J...  6:00 

2 — S.  Baldwin,  Bloomfield,  N.  J 5:30 

3 — H.  Withington,  Passaic  Falls,  N.  J...  5:00 
4— R.  M.  Alexander,  Hartford,  Conn scr. 


Time. 

1:08:59 
1:09:32 
1:09:47 
1:09:50 
1:09:55 


1:09:01 
1:09:49 
1:09:04 
1:09:57 
1:09:23 
1:09:34 
1:10:22 
1:09:39 


Net 
Time. 
1:16:44 
1:16:14 
1:15:44 
1:10:50 
1:15:32 
1:16:37 
1:18:56 
1:18:26 
1:18:15 
1:16:35 


5 — J.  J.  Peer,  Hartford,  Conn 2:30 

6-W.  J.  Neary,  Belleville,  N.  J....    ,.   ..  5 

7— J.  W.  Higgins,  Jersey  City 7 

8 — W.  H.  Denny,  Orange 6 

9— N.  Pfeuffer,  Starr  W 5 

lo — J.  A.  Gregory,  Cedar  A.  C 3 

The  time  prizes  in  the  Irvington-Milburn  road 
race  were:  R.  M.  Alexander,  i,  from  scratch, 
in  ih.  lom.  50s.;  J.  Szparadowski,  from  the  30s. 
mark,  in  ih.  14m.  7s. 

AMATEUR    RECORDS   OF    THE   MONTH. 

Two  American  amateur  records  were  estab- 
lished on  the  new  board  track  of  the  Park  Bi- 
cycle Club,  Washington,  D.  C,  on  May  28th. 
Lee  Counselman  won  the  ten-mile  match  against 
Bayard  T.  Wrenn,  riding  the  distance  in  20m. 
21S.,  beating  F.  H.  Wilson's  amateur  compe- 
tition record  of  21m.  47  4-5S.,  made  at  Chicago, 
September  22d,  1896.  At  the  same  time  and 
place,  E.  L.  Wilson,  riding  from  scratch  in  the 
two-thirds  mile  handicap,  broke  the  world's 
amateur  record,  covering  the  distance  in  im. 
21S.,  the  best  previous  time,  im.  25s.,  having 
been  made  at  Bingham  ton,  N.  Y. ,  August 
24th,  1895,  by  Earle  Bovee. 

At  the  opening  tournament  of  the  Button- 
wood  Track,  at  New  Bedford,  Mass.,  on  Me 
morial  Day,  C.  Stuart  Bolting,  of  Providence, 
R.  L,  broke  the  American  amateur  standing- 
start  paced  records  for  three,  four,  and  ten 
miles.  The  new  records  are  as  follows  :  Three 
miles,  6m.  16  1-5S.  ;  four  miles,  8m.  27  3-5S.  ; 
ten  miles,  21m.  13  2-5S. 

A   FAMOUS    CENTURY    COURSE 

By  far  the  best  known  of  American  century 
courses  is  that  which  stretches  northwest  from 
Chicago  to  Elgin,  then  southwest   to  Aurora 


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and  northeast  to  Chicago  again,  a  triangle 
of  one  hundred  miles  of  splendid  highways 
over  what  is  often  called  "  The  Garden  of  Illi- 
nois." Every  fine  day  during  the  spring,  sum- 
mer and  autumn  months,  this  course  is  fairly 
covered  with  a  procession  of  riders  of  all  ages 
and  both  sexes,  the  most  of  them  on  calm 
pleasure  bent,  but  not  a  few  in  pursuit  of  road 
records  of  one  kind  or  another.  The  start  over 
this  route  is  generally  made  from  Washing- 
ton boulevard,  near  Halsted  street,  Chicago, 
which  is  followed  to  Union  Park,  past  Garfield 
Park,  through  Austin  and  Oak  Park  to  May- 
wood,  thence  in  a  more  northwesterly  direc- 
tion to  Elgin  via  Addison,  Bloomingdale  and 
Ontarioville.  Leaving  Elgin  for  Aurora,  on 
the  second  stage  of  the  trip,  two  roads  are 
offered,  the  east  one  being  the  more  usually 
taken.  It  runs  almost  directly  south  from  El- 
gin for  nearly  eight  miles,  where  an  abrupt 
turn  is  made  west  into  St.  Charles.  The  Fox 
River  is  crossed  at  this  point,  and  here,  too,  the 
road  turns  south  again  and  runs  through  beau- 
tiful Geneva,  Batavia  and  North  Aurora  into 
Aurora,  skirting  the  green  banks  of  the  river 
for  much  of  the  entire  distance.  This  stretch 
of  road  is  a  veritable  wheelmen's  paradise.  A 
few  small  hills  are  to  be  met  with,  but  the  most 
of  them  are  easily  climbed.  Scattered  along  at 
frequent  intervals  there  are  palatial  country 
residences,  beautifully  situated  upon  spacious 
lawns  and  surrounded  by  vines,  trees  and 
shrubs.  Views  of  that  nature  are  sprinkled 
among  the  cultivated  fields  and  the  tangled 
groves,  with  here  and  there  a  glimpse  of  the 
placid  waters  of  the  Fox  River,  all  the  way  from 
St.  Charles  to  Aurora.  From  Aurora  the  rider 
takes  New  York  street,  following  the  car-tracks 
until  the  open  country  is  again  before  him. 
The  distance  to  Naperville  is  about  ten  miles, 
and  much  of  that  is  up  hill,  over  roads  similar 
to  those  found  between  Maywood  and  Elgin. 
Here   is   the   most   difficult    hill   of  the  whole 


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course,  and  in  the  days  of  the  old  ordinary, 
walking  over  it  was  more  commonly  practiced 
than  wheeling.  After  Naperville,  over  well- 
macadamized  roads,  come  Downer's  Grove, 
Hinsdale,  La  Grange  and  Riverside,  which  is 
one  of  the  most  beautiful  of  Chicago's  suburbs. 
Passing  through  Riverside,  two  routes  offer 
themselves,  the  one  most  frequently  followed 
being  that  which  leads  past  the  cemeteries  of 
Waldheim  and  Forest  Home.  Leading  up  to 
the  cemeteries,  the  course  runs  parallel  with 
the  Desplaines  River,  through  fine  scenery, 
though  at  times  over  poor  roads.  The  start- 
ing point  is  soon  reached  again  via  Madison 
street.  A  full  day  should  be  allowed  for  riding 
over  this  course.  It  is  recommended  to  start 
early  in  the  morning,  making  Aurora,  the  sec- 
ond point  of  the  triangle,  for  dinner,  returning 
to  Chicago  at  a  leisurel}^  pace  in  the  afternoon. 

The  Prowler. 


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TO    IMPROVISE    A    CYCLE    AMBULANCE. 

First  stand  two  wheels  side  by  side.  Put  two 
fence-boards  (a)  and  (b)  across  the  top  of  the 
upper  frame  tubes,  and  secure  them  with  cords, 
belts,  or  pieces  of  clothing  torn  into  strips. 
Visit  the  rail-fence  once  more  and  secure  three 
or  four  long  boards  to  place  upon  the  cross, 
parallel  with  the  wheels,  as  marked  (c).  These 
will  stay  in  place  of  their  own  weight  and  the 
weight  of  the  sufferer,  who  is  placed  upon  them 
with  a  roUed-up  blouse  (e)  for  a  pillow.  The 
front  cross-board  keeps  the  handle-bars  straight, 
and  one  man  can  push  this  emergency  cycle 
ambulance  and  the  injured  wheelman  for  some 
miles  to  safety. 


'c«»vneri  Orove 


DESIGN    FOR    A    CYCLE    SURGICAL   OUTFIT. 

Straps  (a),  (a)  will  hold  it  in  place,  passing 
over  the  top  cross-tube  of  the  frame;  wood  bases 
(b)  bored  with  holes  serve  for  holding  bottles; 
drawer  (c)  can  contain  lint,  etc.  The  interiors 
of  both  doors  are  fitted  with  strips  for  holding 
surgical  instruments;  splints,  bandages,  court- 
plaster,  etc. ,  can  be  carried  in  the  various  apart- 
ments. B.  F.  Fells. 


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ROD    AND    GUN. 


THE  LOON —  Urinator  imber. 

THE  loon,  or  great  northern  diver,  is  a 
bird  well  known  by  sound  to  those 
who  visit  our  northern  lakes  during 
the  camping  season.  Nearly  every 
novice  who  has  gone  under  canvas 
has  had  his  rest  disturbed  by  the  peculiar 
clamor  of  this  bird,  especially  before  a  storm. 
The  cry  of  the  loon  is  not  easily  described.  To 
me  the  sound  of  it  suggests  some  uncanny 
sprite  calling  from  the  lake — a  mocking  hail 
which  might  be  produced  by  one  laughing 
loudly  while  his  lips  touched  the  water.  Nut- 
tall  says  :  ' '  The  sad  and  wolfish  call  of  the 
solitary  loon,  which,  like  a  dismal  echo,  seems 
slowly  to  invade  the  ear,  and,  rising  as  it  pro- 
ceeds, dies  away  in  the  air."  This,  to  me,  sug- 
gests the  line  referring  to  "The  wolf's  long 
howl  on  Oonalaska's  shore,"  yet  it  does  not 
rightly  describe  the  cry  of  the  loon. 

However,  the  bird  in  its  habits  resembles  its 
small  relative,  the  grebe.  It  is  aquatic,  but  it 
flies  well,  upon  the  wing  appearing  somewhat 
like  a  Canada  goose,  although  the  wing-beats 
are  faster.  It  comes  north  when  the  ice  leaves 
its  favorite  lakes,  and  it  remains  with  us  so 
long  as  the  fishing  is  good,  which  means  until 
the  ice  begins  to  fetter  the  waters. 

Owing  to  its  conformation,  with  the  feet 
placed  so  far  behind,  the  loon  is  well-nigh  help- 
less upon  land,  but  in  the  water  it  is  an  admi- 
rable illustration  of  nature's  skill  in  fitting 
certain  creatures  to  certain  purposes.  A  tor- 
pedo-boat, with  high  power  placed  as  far  aft  as 
possible,  and  with  the  easiest  of  lines  for  part- 
ing resisting  waters,  is  man's  up-to-date  illus- 
tration of  what  he  can  do  in  marine  architect- 
ure when'  speed  and  general  handiness  are  the 
objects.  The  model  of  our  best  torpedo-boats 
might  well  have  been  copied  from  the  loon. 
This  bird  can  fly  at  will,  while  it  captures  fish 
by  swimming  them  down,  or  outspeeding  them 
in  the  chase.  It  preys  upon  nothing  else,  which 
means  that  it  is  an  undesirable  neighbor  to  have 
about  a  trout  stream  or  a  good  bass  water. 


I  have  followed  a  loon,  while  the  bird  was 
below,  and  have  seen  it  capture  its  finny  prey, 
and  to  do  this  necessitated  the  smartest  sort  of 
work  at  the  paddles.  Yet  I  question  if  it 
should  be  destroyed.  It  certainly  kills  a  per- 
centage of  the  young  fish  in  our  best  waters, 
but  I  am  inclined  to  the  belief  that  the  pictur- 
esque figure  of  the  loon  and  its  romantic  call 
about  repay  all  the  damage  it  may  do. 

Two  species  of  this  bird,  Urinator  i7nber 
and  the  red-throated  diver,  Urinator  hiin^ne, 
frequent  our  northern  waters.  The  loon  prop- 
er is  almost  helpless  when  upon  land,  where  it 
awkwardly  progresses  by  the  combined  use  of 
feet,  wings  and  bill.  It  nests  near  the  water's 
edge,  in  order  that  it  may  easily  make  its  way 
to  its  proper  element.  Two  olive-brown  eggs, 
slightly  spotted,  are  laid  in  a  rough  depression 
in  the  earth. 

Many  ghost-stories  of  this  bird's  ability  to 
beat  shotgun  or  rifle  have  been  told,  but,  to 
my  mind,  they  are  simply  problems  of  distance 
and  of  skill.  It  is  beyond  question  that  a  loon, 
say  at  sixty  or  one  hundred  yards,  can  get 
under  before  a  ball  or  a  charge  of  shot  reaches 
him  ;  but  if  the  gunner  was  perfectly  concealed 
and  the  loon  had  nothing  but  the  flash  to  guide 
by  he  would  miss  it  more  times  than  he  would 
make  it. 

The  average  camper  seems  to  be  under  the 
impression  that  this  bird  should  be  killed  when- 
ever opportunity  offers.  With  this  idea  I  do 
not  agree.  The  loon  is  useless  as  food,  owing 
to  his  fishy  diet  ;  he  is  not  game  in  any  sense 
of  the  term  ;  and,  in  my  view,  he  looks  much 
better  floating  upon  his  lake  than  hanging 
from  some  tree  near  camp.  The  .specimen 
from  which  the  illustration  was  made  was  a 
f ull  -  plumaged  male,  killed  in  the  month  of 
April  at  St.  Clair  Flats,  Lake  St.  Clair,  Ontario. 
I  made  the  drawing  some  time  after  mounting 
the  bird,  but  the  markings  and  outlines  are 
correct. 

Our  fishing  readers  will  find  much  interest- 
ing matter  in  the  correspondence  in  "A  Glance 
at  Our  Letter  File."  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 


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KENNEL. 


DOGS    OF   TO-DAY — THE    POODLE. 

THESE  exceedingly  clever  dogs,  as  fre- 
quently seen  in  all  the  outrages  of 
fashionable  clipping,  certainly  repre- 
sent the  dudes  of  dogdom.  As  they 
mince  along  in  all  the  bravery  of  mustachios, 
topknot,  leonine  shoulders,  and  ridiculous  ro- 
settes, frills  and  so  on,  they  somehow  always 
make  me  think  of  a  French  dancing-master 
strutting   the    walk. 

But  never  make  the  mistake  of  classing  a 
good  poodle  as  being  actually  a  fool,  for  in 
reality  he  is  the  most  original  and  cleverest 
member  of  the  entire  canine  race.  He  gener- 
ally is  the  star  performer  of; the  best  troupes  of 
nerforming  dogs,  and  he  certainly  is  a  true- 
hearted  friend  and  a  delightfully  entertaining 
companion.  He  is  very  gentlemanly  about 
the  house,  too,  and  he  is  wonderfully  quick  to 
learn  tricks  and  to  understand  what  is  required. 

The  exact  origin  of  the  poodle  is  somewhat 
obscure.  He  is  some  sort  of  spaniel,  perhaps 
the  result  of  a  cross  between  water  and  land 
spaniel,  while  he  may  be  as  distinct  a  breed  as 
any  of  his  immediate  relatives.  For  many 
years  he  has  been  known  in  France,  and  also 
in  Germany.  He  fetches  and  carries  very 
readily;  he  is  a  strong,  rapid  swimmer,  and  he 
has  a  nose  as  keen  as  that  of  any  sporting  dog, 
but  he  has  little  or  no  heart  for  hunting,  which 
is  perhaps  as  well,  as  his  coat  would  be  an  ab- 
surdity in  the  field. 

But  at  tricks  and  clever  acting  he  is  without 
a  peer.  He  will  act  intelligently  upon  a  signal 
so  subtle  as  to  be  entirely  unnoticed  by  specta- 
tors, and  should  he  miss  his  cue,  he  is  very  apt 
to  reason  the  thing  out  for  himself  in  a  manner 
perfectly  astonishing. 

One  of  these  dogs,  a  fine  black  fellow,  the 
property  of  a  friend,  was  the  life  of  the  house- 
hold. He  would  go  to  any  part  of  the  house 
for  any  desired  article,  turn  somersaults,  smoke 
a  pipe,  and  many  other  amusing  tricks.  His 
favorite  one,  however,  was  to  go  for  beer  to  a 
saloon  half  a  block  away.  The  money  was 
placed  in  a  pitcher  to  which  a  napkin  was  so 
affixed  as  to  give  the  dog  a  secure,  yet  comfort- 
able hold;  then  away  he  would  trot  to  make  his 
purchase.     Times  uncounted  he  had  done  this 


without  an  error  ;  but  one  night  something 
happened,  and  he  crawled  in  with  only  the  up- 
per half  of  the  pitcher  and  the  napkin.  It  was 
pitiable  to  see  .his  humiliation.  He  would  not 
look  at  anj'one,  but  wriggled  inch  by  inch  to 
his  master's  feet,  where  he  sadly  released  the 
remnant  of  his  charge.  Everybody  was  sorry, 
and  each  in  turn  tried  to  coax  the  poor  fellow 
into  a  better  frame  of  mind  ;  but  it  was  no  use. 
Like  a  dying  thing  he  crawled  to  the  door  and, 
slowly  and  despondently,  sneaked  to  the  upper 
part  of  the  house  and  hid  himself  until  the  fol- 
lowing afternoon.  It  was  the  most  touching 
example  of  a  dog's  intelligence  I  have  ever  wit- 
nessed, and  it  was  not  owing  to  fear,  for  the 
beautiful  brute  had  never  known  severer  pun- 
ishment than  the  gentlest  of  slaps.  We  learned 
later  that  one  of  those  fools  in  trousers,  who 
usually  possess  less  sense  than  an  average  dog, 
had  struck  the  pitcher  with  a  cane,  as  the  dog 
was  returning  with  his  burden. 

The  varieties  of  this  interesting  breed  in- 
clude, the  "corded,"  the  "curly,"  so  called 
from  the  nature  of  their  coats,  and  a  much 
smaller  breed,  the  "  barbet." 

The  description  of  the  poodle  is  as  follows  : 
General  appearance  that  of  a  strong,  active, 
intelligent  dog,  cobby  in  build,  and  perfectly 
coated  with  close  "curls,"  or  long  "cords." 
The  skull  is  large,  wide  between  eyes,  slight 
peak,  parts  over  eyes  well  arched,  the  whole 
covered  with  curls,  or  cords.  Muzzle  long,  not 
snipy,  slightly  tapering  and  not  too  deep. 
Teeth  level  and  strong  ;  black  roof  of  mouth 
preferable.  Eyes,  medium  size  and  dark;  nose, 
large  and  perfectly  black  ;  wide,  open  nostrils. 
Ears,  very  long,  close  to  cheek,  low  set  and 
well  covered  with  ringlets  or  curls.  Neck,  very 
strong,  allowing  head  to  be  carried  high. 
Chest,  fairly  deep,  but  not  too  wide.  Forelegs, 
perfectly  straight,  and  not  so  long  as  to  be 
leggy  ;  hindlegs,  muscular,  well  bent,  with 
hocks  low  down.  Feet,  strong,  slightly  spread ; 
nails  black,  pads  large  and  hard.  Back,  of  fair 
length  ;  well  ribbed  body  ;  loins  strong  and 
muscular.  Tail  carried  at  an  angle  of  forty- 
five  degrees,  with  long  ringlets  or  citrls.  Coat, 
if  corded,  should  be  thick  and  strong,  hanging 
in  long,  ropy  cords  ;  if  curly,  the  curls  close, 
thick,  and  of  silky  texture.  Weight,  forty  to 
sixty  pounds.  Only  colors  allowed  are  black, 
white,  and  red,  without  any  mixture. 

Nomad. 


PHOTOGRAPHY. 


HOW    TO  MAKE   THE  BEST' 
OF    THE  HAND-CAMERA. 


M 


UCH  has  been 
written,  here 
as  well  as 
elsewhere, 
against  begin- 
ning photography  with 
a  hand-camera,  and 
reasons  given  therefor, 
which,  to  all  who  are 
practically  acquainted 
with  it,  must  be  abun- 
d  a  n  1 1  y  satisfactory. 
But  it  is  the  old  story. 
' '  We  have  piped  and 
ye  have  not  danced;" 
the  charm  of  "  You 
press  the  button,  etc.," 
has  been  too  strong  for 
us  ;  the  hand-camera  is 
omnipresent,  and  the 
most  that  we  can  do  is 
to  imitate  the  wise  physician,  who,  when  he 
knows  that  he  cannot  cure,  does  his  best  to 
mitigate. 

About  the  selection  of  a  hand-camera,  I  have 
at  present  nothing  to  say,  except  to  caution 
those  whose  aim  is  snap-shooting  against  the 
employment  of  single  lenses  ;  and  most  of  the 
lower-priced  cameras  are  so  fitted.  Except  for 
architectural  work,  single  lenses  are  practically 
as  good  as  the  double  or  rectilinear  variety;  in- 
deed, for  ordinary  landscape  photography  they 
are  by  many  considered  better,  where  time  and 
not  shutter  exposures  can  be  given;  but  they 
are  not  under  ordinary  circumstances  rapid 
enough  for  the  shutters,  as  they  do  not  give 
definition,  especially  toward  the  edges,  with 
an  aperture  larger  than//i6,  and  that  is  gener- 
erally  the  size  of  the  largest  stop. 

The  double  lens,  in  addition  to  giving 
straight  lines,  works  at  //8,  and  is  consequently 
four  times  as  ra.pid  as  the  single  lens,  a  fact 
that  in  probably  eighty  per  cent,  of  the  thou- 
sands on  thousands  of  snap-shots  that  are  made 
every  day  makes  all  the  difference  between 
failure  and  success. 

It  would  probably  be  too  much  to  expect  that 
all  or  even  many  of  the  average  of  the  snap- 
shooters  desire  to,  or  could  if  they  did,  make 
pictures;  but  they  all  want  to  make  photographs, 
and,  as  soon  as  they  have  learned  the  limita- 
tions both  of  light  and  nature  of  subject,  there 
is  no  reason  why  they  should  not,  provided  al- 
ways that  their  plates  and  lenses  are  sufficiently 
rapid. 

Except  for  marine  views,  in  which  the  light 
from  the  sky  is  largely  reflected  by  the  water, 
and  which  may  be  successfully  snapped  with  an 
aperture  as  small  as  f.22,  it  may  be  taken  for 
granted  that  with  our  ordinary  rapid  plates  and 
a  shutter  working  in  about  -^^  of  a  second,  suf- 
ficient exposure  cannot  be  given  with  an  aper- 
ture smaller  than  f.8,  or  on  exceptionally  light 
subjects  brilliantly  illuminated,  f.ii  ;  and  that 
as  single  lenses  working  at  f.  16  admit  only  one- 
fourth  the  light  of  the  one  and  one-half  that  of  the 
other,  negatives  made  with  them,  even  by  the 
most  carefully  forced  development,  are  so  much 


under-exposed  as  to  give  prints  utterly  void  of 
gradation,  simply  white  and  black,  and  correct- 
ly described  as  of  the  "soot  and  whitewash" 
variety. 

From  this  it  will  be  understood  that  an  es- 
sential feature  of  the  hand-camera  is  a  double 
lens  working  at  not  less  than  f.8,  and  even 
with  that  its  limitations  are  comparatively  nar- 
row. The  subject  must  be  well  lighted,  not 
necessarily  in  bright  sunshine,  although  that  is 
an  advantage,  but  at  least  transmitted  through 
white  clouds  ;  and  it  should  not  be  such  as  re- 
quires sharp  detail  in  various  planes,  as  with 
such  a  large  aperture  there  is  little  so-called 
depth  of  focus,  that  is,  when  the  lens  is  focused 
on  any  particular  object,  those  objects  behind 
and  before  are  more  or  less  out  of  focus.  That 
does  not  apply  to  what  is  called  "  fixed  focus  " 
cameras,  in  which  the  lens  is  fixed,  focused  for 
parallel  rays.  With  all  lenses  there  is  a  point 
at  and  beyond  which  all  things  are  practically 
in  focus,  and  the  shorter  the  focus  of  the  lens 
and  the  smaller  the  aperture  the  nearer  that 
point.  With  a  6-in.  lens,  for  example,  with  f.8 
stop  it  is  at  38ft.  ;  and  as  most  of  the  subjects 
best  suited  for  hand-camera  work  are  within 
that  distance,  a  correct  focusing  scale  is  a 
desirable  adjunct.  But  with  the  focusing  of 
objects  nearer  than  the  "  fixed  focus"  distance 
comes  in  the  lack  of  depth  of  focus,  and  hence 
the  necessity  for  selecting  subjects  that  shall 
not  be  seriously  affected  by  that  lack. 

How  best  to  hold  the  hand-camera  is  a  ques- 
tion on  which  there  are  different  opinions. 
Some  recommend  holding  it  with  both  hands 
with  its  back  pressed  against  the  chest ;  others 
hold  it  level  with  the  eye,  using  lines  across  the 
top  as  a  view  meter,  while  others  find  it  most 
convenient  to  press  it  with  the  right  or  left  arm 
against  the  right  or  left  side,  which,  after  much 
experimenting,  I  am  inclined  to  recommend  as, 
on  the  whole,  the  best  way. 

Then,  doctors  differ  as  to  the  condition  of  the 
lungs  when  the  snap  is  made.  Some  say  it 
should  be  when  they  are  empty,  just  after  an 
exhalation,  insisting  that  then  the  body  is  most 
likely  to  be  steady  or  free  from  motion  ;  one 
suggesting  by  way  of  illustration  the  difference 
in  rigidity  between  a  bicycle  standing  on  the 
ground  with  its  tires  full  and  when  they  are 
empty,  asserting  that  in  the  latter  case  it  is 
solid  as  if  a  part  of  that  on  which  it  rests, 
while  in  the  former  the  slightest  tap  induces 
a  tremor  in  the  whole  frame.  Another  main- 
tains, and  apparently  with  as  much  reason,  that 
the  time  to  press  the  bulb  is  when  the  lungs  are 
full,  just  after  an  inhalation.  But  a  careful  and 
experimental  study  of  the  subject  shows  con- 
clusively that  the  state  of  the  lungs,  ^^r  se,  has 
nothing  to  do  with  it.  It  is  simply  a  question 
of  rest  or  motion,  and  all  that  is  necessary  is  to 
suspend  the  action,  whether  inhalation  or  ex- 
halation, during  the  fraction  of  a  second  be- 
tween the  adjustment  of  the  image  in  the 
finder  and  the  pressing  of  the  bulb  or  button. 
In  that  way,  and  with  a  little  practice,  there 
will  be  no  difficulty  in  getting  the  hand-camera 
into  the  correct  position  to  secure  straight  lines 
and  horizon  parallel  to  the  bottom  of  the  plate, 
and  holding  it  absolutely  free  from  vibration 
during  exposure. 


432 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


I  have  said  that  the  first  thing  to  be  learned 
by  the  hand-camera  worker  is  its  limitations, 
and  they  are  very  narrow — the  most  rapid 
plates,  brilliant  light,  and  a  subject  the  interest 
of  which  is  as  near  as  may  be  on  one  plane  ; 
and  yet,  by  the  simple  addition  of  a  screw-plate 
in  the  bottom  and  side  of  the  camera,  and  a 
tripod  that  may  almost  go  into  his  pocket,  he 
may  make  himself  practically  independent  of 
all  three. 

More  than  half  of  all  the  snap-shot  prints 
that  come  to  me — and  I  have  an  opportunity  of 
seeing  more  of  them  than  most  people — could 
have  been  taken  better  by  time  exposures.  I 
use  my  camera  ten  times  on  the  stand  to  once 
in  the  hand.  A  proper  stand  can  hardly  be 
considered  an  incumbrance — one  that  slides  in- 
to i6  inches  and  weighs  less  than  a  pound. 
Without  it  the  hand-camera,  to  me,  would  be 
deprived  of  more  than  three-fourths  of  its  value. 
With  it  I  can  use  slow  plates,  with  their  greater 
latitude  of  exposure  and  easier  development ; 
can,  by  stopping  down  the  lens,  secure  the 
necessary  depth  of  focus  for  all  subjects,  and, 
whenever  it  can  be  done  with  advantage,  which 
I  find  very  often,  can  employ  the  color  screen 
or  bichromate  cell,  and  so  secure  more  correct 
values,  z'.  e.,  more  correct  translation  of  colors 
and  more  natural  skies. 

This  would  hardly  be  complete  without  some 
notice  of  one  of  the  most  prevalent  mistakes  in 
what  may  be  called  legitimate  hand-camera 
work — the  misrepresentation  of  action  or  mo- 
tion. It  may  be  taken  for  granted  that  the 
hand-camera  should  be  employed  only  in  the 
hand  for  photographing  objects  in  motion,  and 
that  the  pictures  so  produced  are  intended  to 
suggest,  because  only  animatographs  can  show 
that  motion  ;  but  a  man  standing  on  one  foot, 
a  passing  carriage  where  the  spokes  of  the 
wheels  can  be  counted,  suggest  only  rest  by 
showing  suspended  action,  and  that  is  the  case 
with  probably  nine-tenths  of  all  the  shutter 
work  of  the  time.  Nor  is  the  cause  far  to  seek, 
as  it  is  to  be  found  in  the  very  perfection  of  the 
apparatus  and  material  with  which  we  are  now 
supplied.     The  famous  "breaking  waves"  of 


the  still  more  famous  G.  W.  Wilson  have  never 
been  excelled,  if  they  have  ever  been  equaled, 
and  they  were  taken  some  forty  years  ago  with 
wet  collodion  as  the  process,  and  his  glengarry 
bonnet  for  the  shutter.  Looking  at  Wilson's 
breaking  waves,  we  feel  that  we  see  the  crest 
rising  higher  and  higher,  curving  toward  us 
just  before  it  breaks,  and  hear  the  swish  of  the 
surf  as  it  reaches  its  allotted  bounds  and  re- 
cedes in  turbulent  lines  of  white  foam.  Not  so 
with  the  modern  breaking  wave.  The  white 
foam,  the  crested  concave  curve,  the  succession 
of  waves  that  had  rolled,  and  the  spray — all  are 
here,  but  they  are  dead,  petrified,  or  as  if  a 
blast  of  air  at  the  liquefying  point  had  suddenly 
passed  across,  instantly  converting  everything 
into  solid  ice,  and  all  because  of  the  employ- 
ment of  a  too  rapid  shutter. 

It  is  supposed  that  the  eye  cannot  distinguish 
between  lines  separated  by  less  than  the  looth 
of  an  inch,  and  the  aim  has  been  to  make  plate 
and  shutter  so  work  together  that  the  image  on 
the  plate  of  an  object  in  motion  shall  be  exposed 
for  a  shorter  time  than  it  takes  to  move  that 
distance.  That  is  a  triumph  of  chemistry  and 
mechanics,  and  for  scientific  and  certain  other 
purposes  it  may  be  desirable  ;  but  it  is  fatal  to 
pictorial  work,  the  object  of  which  is  to  suggest 
rather  than  show,  as  suspended  action  does  not 
give  the  impression  of  either  rest  or  motion. 
The  photographer  cannot,  generally  at  least, 
avail  himself  of  the  various  external  aids  to  the 
suggestion  of  motion  adopted  by  the  painter, 

The  sum  of  the  matter  is  this  :  the  hand- 
camera  worker  should  always  have  with  him  a 
tripod,  and  use  the  camera  in  the  hand  only  on 
objects  that  cannot  be  photographed  on  the 
stand.  He  should  be  able  to  stop  down  the 
lens  whenever  and  so  far  as  it  may  be  neces- 
sary to  secure  the  desired  depth  of  focus  ;  and 
the  shutter  should  never  be  set  to  such  a  speed 
as  will  show  arrested  motion  rather  than  sug 
gest  action.  Dr.  John  Nicol. 


The  suggestions  made  by  our  numerous  friends, 
relating  to  the  proposed  OUTING  Photographic  con- 
test, are  under  our  careful  consideration,  and  the 
results  and  conditions  will  be  hereafter  announced. 


CRICKET. 


intercollegiate. 

THE  intercollegiate  championship  series 
this  year  resulted  in  favor  of  Haver- 
ford,  who  have  not  lost  a  game.  The 
first  match  played  at  Haverford,  May 
i8th,  between,  the  University  of  Penn- 
sylvania and  Haverford,  resulted  in  a  single 
innings  defeat  for  the  Pennsylvanians.  Haver- 
ford went  first  to  bat  and  ran  up  a  creditable 
score  of  126,  W.  S.  Hinchman  heading  the  list 
with  a  total  of  57.  He  was  caught  after  playing 
a  thoroughly  good  innings.  S.  Rhoads  contrib- 
uted 23  and  H.  H.  Lowry  and  A.  Haines  put 
on  10  each.  F.  A.  Green  did  the  best  bowling 
in  this  innings,  taking  4  wickets  for  32  runs. 

The  Pennsylvania  men  made  a  terrible  exhi- 
bition in  their  first  innings,  being  dismissed  for 
a  total  of  12  runs,  6  of  which  were  made  by  A. 
W.  Jones.  F.  C.  Sharpless  and  L.  W.  De  Motte 
bowled  in  such  splendid  style  that  the  Pennsyl- 
vanians were  quite  outclassed;  Sharpless  took  3 
wickets  for  five  runs  and  De  Motte  5  for  5.  In  the 


second  innings  Pennsylvania  would  have  been 
almost  as  poorly  off  but  for  the  services  of  P. 
H.  Clark,  who  this  time  got  onto  the  bowling 
and  knocked  off  61  runs  of  a  total  of  83;  Sharp- 
less in  this  innings  took  6  wickets  for  35  runs. 

The  Haverfordians  have  found  in  H.  H. 
Lowry  a  first-class  wicket-keeper. 

The  second  match  of  the  series  was  played  at 
Manheim,  May  20th,  between  Pennsylvania 
and  Harvard.  Harvard  had  just  won  a  victory 
from  the  Staten  Island  C.  C.  at  Livingston,  and 
were  expected  to  do  well,  especially  so  consid- 
ering the  poor  showing  that  the  Pennsylvanians 
had  made  against  Haverford  ;  but  Pennsylvania 
this  time  made  a  very  different  showing.  Going 
to  bat  first  they  ran  up  a  total  of  173  runs  ;  L. 
Biddle  played  a  fine  innings  for  67  runs,  A,  W. 
Jones  made  31,  S.  Young  19,  F.  A.  Green  16, 
and  A.  E.  Gibson  10  not  out. 

Harvard  in  their  innings  were  all  retired  for 
a  total  of  62;  C.  H.  Carleton  and  P.  Dove  each 
contributed  15. 


CRICKET— GOLF. 


433 


F.  A.  Green  and  W.  P.  O'Neill  bowled  in  fine 
style  for  the  Pennsylvanians,  taking  4  wickets 
for  22  runs  and  2  for  2,  respectively. 

The  final  match  was  played  at  Haverford, 
May  23d,  in  unfavorable  weather,  between 
Harvard  and  Haverford,  and  resulted  in  a 
fairly  even  draw.  Haverford  batted  first  and 
put  up  a  total  of  112,  Captain  T.  Wistar  head- 
ing his  list  with  a  well-played  39  ;  C.  G.  Allen 
made  24  and  F.  A.  Evans  11.  At  the  finish  of 
play  Harvard  had  made  84  runs  for  the  loss  of 
6  wickets.  Captain  R.  H.  Carleton  had  batted 
beautifully  for  a  score  of  46  runs;  C.  E.  Morgan 
was  the  next  double -figure  man  with  19. 

IN    THE    SOUTH. 

Virginia  can  again  claim  athletic  enterprise 
over  her  sister  colleges  of  tke  South,  in  being 
the  first  among  them  to  have  an  eleven  to  rep- 
resent her  in  a  new  branch  of  sport.     Started 


only  recently,  cricket  has  steadily  «;rown  in 
favor,  until  now  the  University  of  Virginia  is 
eager  to  win  new  trophies  for  the  Alma  Mater. 

The  game  is  ably  interpreted  by  the  Virgin- 
ians, who  finished  their  first  season  without  a 
defeat. 

The  outlook  for  next  year  is  promising  and 
warmly  supported  by  the  college.  Challenges 
have  been  received  from  Biltmore  Cricket  Club 
and  two  or  three  Northern  elevens.  This  sum- 
mer they  are  invited  as  the  guests  of  the  Bilt- 
more eleven.  We  trust  that  the  Southern  col- 
legians will  not  rest  with  winning  laurels  at 
home,  but  will  join  the  Intercollegiate  Associa- 
tion and  will  next  year  play  for  the  champion- 
ship. We  are  badly  in  need  of  more  enthusi- 
asm among  the  colleges  in  this  grand  old  game, 
and  it  will  give  us  great  pleasure  to  see  the 
Southerners  in  the  annual  contest. 

T.  C.  Turner. 


GOLF. 


^^■1  •-p'HREE   widely  dis- 

^^^Kf^  I         ^SiUt  points,   Bos- 

^^^M^  I        ton,   Pittsburg, 

^^^HB  ■^        and  Newburg,  di- 

^^^^^■W  vided   the   prin- 

^^^^^X  cipal  interest  of  the  latter 

^^H  ^K  half    of   the   month   of 

^1^^     ^^  June.     As  we  go  to  press 

^V^^  >.  the  open  tournament 

1^  W^  \  at  Myopia   is    attracting 

W     W  \  probably    the    largest 

M        ^  \  amount    of    interest,   by 

^V      ^^  ^^»     reason   of  the  wide  area 

from  which  the  contest- 
ants gather  for  this  annual  event. 

Play  has  been  increasing  with  great  rapidity 
since  the  first  outburst  of  summer  drove  away 
the  last  of  the  rain  which  made  May  a  memo- 
rable month. 

At  the  open  tournament  of  the  KnoUwood 
Country  Club,  May  21st,  the  Archbold  Cup 
was  won  with  unexpected  ease  by  W.  J.  Travis, 
of  the  Oakland  Club,  from  Patrick  Grant,  of 
the  Palmetto  Golf  Club.  Travis  won  by  8  up 
and  7  to  play.     The  cards  were  : 


Travis 4 

Grant 4  5 

Travis 5  4 

Orant 6  4 


5456444  5—41 

5     6   .6     6     8     5     4  6 — 50 

43464  3—37—78 

6     4     6  10     4  4 — 49 — 99 


It  was  the  first  match  on  record  in  the  U.  S. 
G.  A.  when  the  losing  man  did  not  win  a 
single  hole,  even  including  the  bye  holes. 

The  annual  team  match  between  the  St. 
Andrew's  Golf  Club,  of  Mount  Hope,  and  the 
Richmond  County  Country  Club,  May  21st,  was 
won  by  the  St.  Andrew's  team  from  the  Staten 
Islanders.     The  summary  follows: 

ST.  ANDREW'S. 

F.  W.  Menzies o 

A.  M.  Robbins 3 

S.  D.  Bowers 8 

R.  H.  Robinson, 5 

J.  B.  Baker 3 

W.  T.  Gray 4 

W.  H.  Sands 3 

James  Brown o 

C.D.Barney 7 

Harry  Holbrook,  Jr 8 


Total 41 


RICHMOND  COUNTY. 

J.  R.  Chad  wick o 

G.E.Armstrong o 

A.  E.  Paterson o 

James  Park o 

C.  T.  Stout o 

J.  C.  Rennard o 

C.Stewart o 

L.  B.  vStoddart 4 

W.A.Hamilton o 

E.  D.  Crowell o 

Total 4 


Out  of  sixty  entries  for  the  Decoration  Day 
Handicap  Cup  at  the  Baltusrol  Golf  Club, 
thirty-nine  players  handed  in  scores,  as  follows: 


//Va/.     Net. 


Gross. 

William  H.  De  Forest 109 

George  C.  Palmer loi 

N.  H.  Slabb 102 

Eugene  V.  Conni^ll,  Jr 105 

L.  R.  Cornell 108 

Herman  Unger. 108 

Louis  P.  Bayard,  Jr 86 

J.  S.  Slosson 104 

C  Da  vies  Taylor m 

James  A.  Tyng 81 

A.  C.  Hamilton 92 

H.  P.  Toler 82 

Gustav  A.  Vonduhn 109 

Joseph  H.  Ward gg 

C.  M.  Hamilton gi 

Gardner  Meeker 104 

Parker  W.Page 97 

Francis  F.  Phraner 116 

William  P.  Neel 104. 

George  O.  Reilly 106 

Otto  G.  Smith 106 

Hugh  K.  Toler 100 

William  Cruger  Cushman 123 

Prof.  James  E.  Denton 104 

H.  G.  Leavitt loi 

James  R.  Strong 118 

F.  A.  Burrall... ti8 

Grier  Campbell 103 

J  ohn  Farr 122 

Edwin  Schwartze 129 

Charles  A.  Munn 126 

William  Fellows  Morgan 127 

J.  Wray  Cleveland 127 

Eugene  H.  Lewis 146 

William  Darrow,  Jr 147 

E.  P.  Jenkins 129 

Francis  E.  Hadley 151 

Mrs.  O.  G.  Smith 154 

Mrs.  E.  H .  Lewis 158 


At  the  St.  Andrew's  Golf  Club.  Memorial 
Day,  President  Ten  Eyck  and  the  ex-Presi- 
dent, John  Reid,  were  rivals  for  the  prizes  ;  and 
the  captain.  Will  H.  Sands,  young  Cortlandt 
D.  Barnes,  T.  Markoe  Robertson,  of  the  Yale 
team,  with  Louis  P.  Me)'ers,  who  was  just 
passed  from  the  class  of  junior  members,  were 
other  starters.  The  competition  was  a  handi- 
cap, at  eighteen  holes,  medal  play,  cups  pre- 
sented by  the  governors  of  St.  Andrew's,  who 
also  offered  silver  trophies  as  second  prizes. 
The  players  were  divided  into  classes  A  and  B, 
all  having  a  handicap  of  12  being  in  the  latter 
class.  There  were  forty-six  starters.     Cochrane 


36 

73 

26 

75 

24 

78 

25 

80 

25 

83 

25 

83 

5 

81 

23 

,81 

30 

81 

0 

81 

10 

82 

0 

82 

26 

83 

14 

85 

5 

86 

18 

86 

10 

87 

27 

89 

14 

90 

16 

90 

IS 

91 

8 

92 

30 

93 

10 

94 

7 

94 

24 

94 

24 

94 

8 

95 

23 

99 

30 

99 

23 

103 

23 

104 

18 

log 

36 

no 

36 

III 

18 

III 

36 

"S 

36 

118 

3b 

122 

434 


OUTING  FOR  JULY. 


won  in  class  A,  and  Meyers  in  class  B.     The 
summary  : 

CLASS  A. 

Gross.  Wcaji.  Net. 

A.D.Cochrane 93  6  87 

Jctmes  Brown 96  5  91 

J.  B.  Baker 102  6  96 

W,  R.  Innis 109  12  97 

J.  B.  Upham 106  9  97 

H.  H.  Holbrook,  Jr 105  6  gg 

D.  P.  Kingsley 109  8  101 

Peter  Fletcher 114  12  102 

H.  W.Taft 112  8  104 

K.K.Jenkins 113  9  104 

J.  Q.  A.  Johnson 117  12  105 

Edgar  Booth 121  12  109 

S.  W.  Lockhart 115  6  109 

CLASS  B. 

L.  P.Meyers loi  15  86 

Dudley  Phelps no  22  88 

J.  H.  Eilbeck 119  20  99 

C.Barrett 120  20  100 

F.  Harper 124  24  100 

F.B.Allen 121  18  103 

J.  F.  O'Rourke 142  24  118 

M.Stuart 139  18  121 

At  the  Wissahickon  links  of  the  Philadelphia 
Cricket  Club  the  first  important  event  of  the 
season,  a  thirty-six  hole  scratch  competition 
at  medal  play,  was  won  May  31st,  by  J.  Wilmer 
Biddle  from  nine  contestants,  with  the  card  of 
98,  87 — 185.  He  is  a  well-known  competitor  at 
open  tournaments  on  the  M.  G.  A.  circuit.  A 
handicap  at  the  Philadelphia  Country  Club, 
with  thirteen  starters,  was  won  by  Dr.  A.  G. 
Thomson,  135,  20 — 115.  In  the  continuation 
of  the  open  tournament  at  the  Huntingdon 
Valley  Country  Club  at  Rydal,  in  the  thirty-six 
hole  medal  play  handicap,  G.  D.  Bradford  won 
the  cup,  with  189,  5 — 184.  R.  E.  Griscom  won 
the  medal  for  the  best  gross  score  ;  his  card 
was  188,  I — 187.  Griscom  is  also  well  known  on 
the  M.  G.  A.  circuit,  and  some  of  the  defeated, 
who  have  the  same  distinction,  were  C.  S. 
Starr,  H.  M.  Forest,  who  played  at  Dyker 
Meadow  last  week  ;  F.  H.  Bohlen,   C.  S.  Far- 


num,  L.  A.  Biddle,  I.  S.  Starr,  and  W.  M.  Mc- 
Cawley. 

The  contests  on  the  Boston  links  on  Memo- 
rial Day  included  a  medal  play  tournament  at 
the  Wollaston  Golf  Club,  open  to  all  nearby 
clubs.  There  were  thirty-two  starters.  The 
winner  was  W.  U.  Swann  of  the  home  club, 
with  88,  10 — 78.  He  was  tied  for  the  gross 
score  prize  by  F.  I.  Amory  of  the  Country 
Club  of  Brookline,  who  was  a  prominent  figure 
in  the  amateur  championship  of  1895  at  New- 
port, where  he  lasted  to  the  semi-finals. 

The  Executive  Committee  of  the  Shinnecock 
Hills  Golf  Club  this  year  is  made  up  of  J.  Bow- 
ers Lee,  Henry  G.  Trevor,  Charles  L.  Atter- 
bury,  Robert  H.  Robertson,  and  Samuel  L. 
Parrish,  President  of  the  club,  ex-officio.  The 
class  A  players  are  men  who  have  made  the 
white  course  of  95  or  better,  and  class  B  those 
who  have  never  made  95.  The  handicap  limit 
is  eighteen  strokes.  The  first  club  handicap 
will  be  on  Decoration  Day.  Thereafter  there 
will  be  handicaps  for  men  every  Saturday  and 
on  July  4th,  and  for  women,  over  the  red  course, 
on  every  Wednesday,  until  October,  The 
women's  tournament  will  begin  on  August  loth 
and  the  club  championship  tournament  Au- 
gust 24th.  This  year,  instead  of  an  open  tour- 
nament, the  Shinnecock  Hills  Club  willholdan 
invitation  tournament,  and  the  dates  assigned 
are  July  26th,  27th,  28th,  29th,  and  30th. 

The  three  days'  tournament  of  the  Chicago 
Golf  Club  finished  atWheaton  June  12th.  C.  B. 
MacDonald  and  E.  I.  Frost  were  victorious  in 
the  semi-finals  for  the  Chicago  Cup,  and  Mac- 
Donald  won  the  finals,  defeating  Frost  by  i 
up,  after  an  unusually  close  and  exciting  game. 
The  cards  were  : 

Frost- 
Out 6    4    6    6    4    6     7    4    3 — 46 

In 3     5     s    6    5     5    7    5    6—47—93 

MacDonald — 

Out 54664655    4—45 

In 4    6    5    4    5    5    4    5    5—43—88 

Albion. 


TROPHIES   OF    THE   ALLEGHANY-PITTSBURG   TOURNAMENT. 


LIBK 


Outing 


Vol.  XXXII. 


AUGUST,  1898. 


No.  5. 


Photo  by  T.  G.  Turner, 


GETTING   OUT   OF    LONG    GRASS.       {p.  442.) 


HOV    T^ 


OET  ©UT  ©F  TiR©yeLe  \n 

BY  WILLIE  TUCKER,  INSTRUCTOR,  ST.  ANDREW'S  GOLF  CLUB. 


)LFo 


A  SCOTCH  proverb 
says,  "  He  who 
playswith  a  this- 
tle must  expect 
to  get  pricked,"  and  he 
who  plays  golf  must  ex- 
pect to  get  into  trouble. 
Indeed,  a  golfer's  life  is 
one  continuous  series  of 
problems,  "  How  to  get 
out  of  trouble."  Troub- 
le   he  will  have,  willy- 


nilly.  This  may  at  the  first  blush  seem 
a  somewhat  dispiriting  view  to  take  of 
so  fascinating  a  game,  but  it  is  the  very 
variety  of  the  points  of  the  game,  ever 
occurring  yet  scarcely  ever  duplicated, 
that  give  it  its  unique  position.  It  is 
this  that  renders  it  so  exhilarating  to 
the  devotee,  both  mentally  and  physic- 
ally. 

I  have  not  especially  in  my  mind  the 
troubles  which  beset  beginners,  for  the 
reason  that  no  amount  of  precept  has 


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OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


for  the  beginner  half  the  vahie  of  a  very 
small  quantity  of  example,  and  nowhere 
except  upon  the  links  can  anything- 
really  worth  learning  be  taught.  Even 
there,  however,  there  are  troubles 
special  to  golf  besetting  the  beginner. 
The  main  of  these  is  not  so  inuch  in  the 
acquisition  of  the  knowledge  of  how  to 
perform  this  or  that  motion,  as  it  is  in 
overcoming  the  habits  of  childhood  or 
youth  ac- 
quired in  the 
wielding  of 
the  baseball 
bat,  the 
cricket  bat 
or  the  polo 
stick.  The 
novitiat  e 
who  comes 
to  golf  from 
any  of  these 
field  sports 
has  tenden- 
cies and  in- 
stinctive 
habits  of 
holding  the 
club  and 
striking  the 
ball  that  are 
indeed  hard 
to  eradicate; 
they  are  hab- 
its that  have 
become  sec- 
ond nature  ; 
they  have 
become  im- 
bedded, as  it 
were,  in  the 
bone,  and 
nothing  but 
the  most  de- 
ter mined 
and  1  o  n  g- 
continu  ed 
efforts  can 
era  di  cate 
these  very  troublesome  tendencies. 

When,  however,  these  have  been  over- 
come on  the  links,  there  yet  remains  a 
crop  of  troubles  upon  which  hypothetical 
and  written  advice  is  nearly  as  valuable 
as  example,  for  the  reason  that  the  ex- 
perience gained  in  early  play  enables 
the  novitiate  to  understand  what  is 
written,  an  impossibility  in  the  very 
earliest  stages  of  the  game.  Just  as  it 
is  useless  to  explain  higher  arithmetic 


USE   THE   NIBLICK    WHEN    IN    THIS    DILEMMA.       {p.  44O.) 


to  a  pupil  who  has  never  heard  of  the 
multiplication  table,  so  it  is  useless  to 
expect  a  pupil  who  has  never  held  a 
club  in  his  hands  to  comprehend  terms 
relating  to  "slicing/'  " drawing,"  "  fol- 
lowing on."  Yet  the  bulk  of  the  in- 
structors who  have  favored  the  world 
with  their  practical  hints  flood  their 
writings  with  what,  to  the  beginner,  must 
be   jargon.     I    propose   these    observa- 

tionsonlyfor 
those  who 
have,  by 
practice  on 
thelinks,dis- 
covered  how 
much  there 
i  s  y  e  t  to 
learn,  and 
what  an  in- 
finite variety 
o  f  trouble 
and  pleasure 
lies  before 
them. 

Let  me 
illustrate: 
We  will  sup- 
pose that  a 
player  is 
fairly  ex- 
perienced in 
all  the  lesser 
minutiae  of 
the  game; 
that  he  has 
command  of 
his  club  ; 
that  he  can 
drive  with 
accuracy 
and  put  with 
fair  precis- 
ion, and  that 
he  can  tra- 
verse  a 
course  of 
eighte  e  n 
holes  in,  say, 
one  hundred  strokes.  Still,  giving  all 
these  qualifications  in,  there  will  only  be 
thirty-six  strokes — two  strokes  for  each 
hole,  the  drive-off  and  the  holing — which 
may  be  cotmted  upon  with  anything 
like  certainty.  He  may  be  able  to  drive 
with  fair  accuracy  an  estimated  number 
of  yards  from  each  tee  and  put  an  esti- 
mated number  of  feet  on  each  green, 
but,  between  the  anchorage  of  the  tee 
and  the  port  of  the  green,  what  uncer- 


NOW  TO   GET  OUT  OF  TROUBLE  IN  GOLF. 


439 


tainties  will  arise  ?  Ah,  there's  the  rub  ! 
The  power  of  the  wind  may  be  mis- 
judged, or  its  direction  iniscalculated  ; 
he  may  drive  too  high,  and  his  ball  fall 
without  an  inch  of  run  in  it,  or  he  may 
drive  too  low,  and  a  long  run  may  take 
it  into  the  much-dreaded  long  grass.  It 
may  strike  an  unseen  tree-limb,  or  get 
into  the  intricacies  of  a  stone  wall  ;  it 
may  glide 
into  a  ditch 
or  fly  off  at  a 
tangent  and 
overshoot 
the  aimed-at 
mark.  All 
these  and  a 
t  hou  s  an  d 
other  posers 
will  meet 
the  golfer, 
golf  he 
never  so 
wisely. 

The  main 
purpose  o  f 
all  advice  to 
the  golfer 
must,  there- 
f  o  r  e,  be 
''how  to  get 
out  of 
t  r  o  u  b  le," 
what  club  to 
use  under 
certain  gen- 
er al  c  on  - 
ditions,  why 
to  use  it, 
what  it  will 
effect,  what 
it  will  not 
effect,  and 
the  method 
of  getting 
the  most  out 
of  the  club 
and  of  the 
player's  phy- 
sique. This 
is  the  burden 

of  these  notes  from  one  who  has  been 
in  more  trouble  on  the  links  than  falls 
to  the  lot  of  the  ordinary  amateur. 

The  clubs  forming  a  set  vary  very 
much  with  the  experience  of  the  player, 
but  they  are  roughly  divisible  into  two 
classes  :  Those  mainly  used  for  driving 
long  distances,  the  driver,  the  brassey, 
the  cleek  and  the  iron.     The  other  class 


of  clubs,  the  mashie,  the  niblick  and  the 
putter,  are  mainly  used  for  the  shorter 
distances,  appi^oaching  on  the  green.  I 
will  treat  of  each 'club  separately. 

TJie  Driver  is  used  for  the  first  stroke 
from  the  teeing  ground.  The  object  is 
to  gain  as  great  a  distance  as  can  be 
accomplished.  Of  course,  the  distance 
attained   varies   with    the   skill   of   the 

player.  A 
fair  stroke 
should  carry 
1 80  yards.  It 
is  also  used 
through  the 
green,  and 
in  the  hands 
of  an  expert, 
is  often 
given  pref- 
e  r  e  n  c  e  to 
the  brassey. 
The  reason 
the  driver  is 
more  power- 
ful than  any 
other  club 
c  o  m  p  rising 
the  set  is 
that  the  face 
is  filed  per- 
fectly flat, 
with  a  slight 
bulge,  and 
the  weight 
is  more  com- 
pact  and 
central  be- 
hind  the 
ball,  giving 
the  ball 
1  o  n  g  e  r 
carry,  quick- 
er flight,  and 
in  t  h  e  ma- 
jority o  f 
cases  a  run 
of  twenty 
or  thirty 
yards  after 
it  touches 
ground,  but  this  depends  entirely  upon 
how  the  ball  is  struck. 

In  teeing  do  not  tee  high  unless  the 
wind  favors  you,  as  one  invariably  gets 
the  ball  in  the  air  with  the  result  that 
you  get  less  carry  and  no  run,  and  when 
you  have  a  good  lie  through  the  green 
it  becomes  much  easier  to  pick  the  ball 
up,  but  if  you  use  yourself  to  a  high  tee 


UNDER   THE    FACE   OF    A    STEEP    BUNKER 


440 


OUTING  FOR   AUGUST. 


A   JERK    SHOT    WITH   THE    BRASSEY.       (/.  44O.) 

when  driving  off,  you  invariably  top 
your  shot  through  the  green. 

Doivnhill  with  Driver. — If  you  have 
a  hanging  lie  and  distance,  take  your 
driver,  providing  your  lie  is  good  ;  care 
should  be  taken  to  get  your  position 
correct,  the  ball  being  about  the  center. 
The  club  should  be  gripped  firmly  with 
both  hands,  and  the  face  turned  in  a 
trifle  to  counteract  a  slice.  Do  not  take 
more  than  a  three-quarter  swing.  In 
swinging  your  club  your  weight  should 
fall  upon  the  left  foot  the  moment  the 
club  comes  in  contact  with  the  ball ; 
hold  your  club  a  little  shorter  than 
usual,  and  follow  through  with  decision. 

Uphill  with  Driver. — If  you  have  an 
uphill  lie  the  correct  position  in  this  in- 
stance is  :  Have  the  ball  about  the  cen- 
ter, hold  your  club  firm  and  shorter 
than  usual,  take  a  three-quarter  swing 
with  your  weight  on  the  right  foot,  and 
don't  press  or  pull  back. 

The  Brassey. — Next  to  the  driver  the 
most  formidable  club.  It  will  easily 
cover  165  yards.  It  should  be  used 
through  the  green  if  your  lie  is  a  little 
cupped,  or  lying  upon  bare  ground  or 
dirt,  or  if  the  distance  is  less  than  you 
would  have  to  use  the  driver  for. 


The  face  of  the  brassey  being 
spooned,  and  the  weight  being  more 
distributed  on  the  sole  by  the  brass 
plate,  give  the  ball  a  tendency  to  carry 
high  in  the  air,  with  no  run.  If  your 
ball  is  cupped  stand  with  your  right 
foot  a  little  in  advance,  with  the  weight 
on  the  left.  The  ball  should  be  about 
the  center.  Take  a  full  swing,  hitting 
ground  and  ball  at  the  same  time.  Be 
sure  you  tighten  your  grip  when  com- 
ing in  contact  with  the  ball,  and  let 
your  arm  follow  through  as  much  as 
possible. 

The  MasJiie  and  Niblick. — The  mashie 
is  the  next  important  club,  being  used 
to  loft  a  ball  over  stone  walls,  fences,  or 
to  play  a  stimie,  and  often  used  for  long 
grass.  But  the  main  object  of  the 
mashie  is  for  the  approach  to  the  hole. 
The  mashie  will  pitch  a  ball  high,  so 
that  it  will  stay  within  a  few  feet  of 
where  it  falls,  allowing  better  judgment 
when  you  have  a  bunker,  rough  ground, 
or  a  hazard  quite  close  to  the  green, 
and  a  hazard  beyond  the  hole. 

If  your  ball  is  located  near  a  stone 
wall,  a  straight-cut  shot  could  be  em- 
ployed, in  order  to  raise  the  ball  over 
the  wall  very  quickly.  The  ball  should 
be  a  trifle  in  front  of  the  left  foot,  the 
right  foot  well  in  advance  ;  the  face  of 
the  mashie   is  laid  back,  and  the  club 


UPHILL    WITH    DRIVER.       {p.  44.O.) 


HOW  TO   GET  OUT  OF  TROUBLE  IN  GOLF. 


441 


gripped  tig-htly  in  both  hands  ;  a  half 
(/4)  swing-  is  necessary.  The  main  ob- 
ject of  this  shot  is  to  raise  your  ball 
over  the  obstacle. 

If  your  ball  is  located  near  a  bunker, 
or  any  position  requiring  strength  to 
manipulate  the  shot  from  any  obstruc- 
tion, do  not  use  your  mashie.  It  may 
not  only  iwist  your  shaft  but  will  prob- 
ably break  it  ;  but  when  in  such  a 
dilemma  use  your  niblick  and  do  not 
try  and  get  far,  but  play  yourself  safe, 
with  the  probabilities  of  getting  away 
clean  your  next  shot  well  toward  the 
hole,  as  the  case  may  be.  If  under  the 
face  of  a  steep  bunker,  and  lying  bad, 
do  not  attempt  to  get  over,  but  play 
back  with  your  niblick,  then  using  your 
mashie  or  mid-iron,  according  as  the 
distance  may  be  to  get  on  the  green. 

TJie  Cleek. — The  cleek,  which  is  the 
favorite  club  of  the  beginner,  should 
be  used  if  the  distance  is  less  than  you 
would  use  the  brassey  for,  say  145  yards, 
or  your  lie  is  cupped.  Should  the  green 
be  open,  a  long,  low  running  ball  can 
be  had  from  such  a  lie,  but  should  a 
bunker  or  hazard  be  situated  at  120  or 
130  yards,  take  your  mid-iron  and  play 
short,  for  if  you  do  not  succeed  in  get- 
ting your  cleek  shot  away  well,  it  will 
go  just  far  enough  to  find  the  bunker. 


DOWNHILL   WITH    DRIVER        (p.  44O.) 


THE   ORDINARY   IRON,    OR   MID-IRON.       {p.  44.I .') 

The  half  shot  with  the  cleek  is  a  very 
fine  shot  to  play  against  a  wind  for  loo 
or  120  yards  in  preference  to  a  full  iron 
shot.  The  cleek  will  keep  the  ball  low 
and  straight,  but  with  the  iron  the  ball 
gets  too  high  and  it  is  at  the  mercy  of 
the  wind,  and  will  probably  take  you  30 
or  40  yards  out  of  your  course.  The 
driving  mashie,  mashie  iron,  mashie 
cleek  and  driving  iron  could  be  used 
with  equal  effect  as  the  cleek.  It  is  far 
better,  if  you  have  a  heavy  lie  and  a 
hazard  to  negotiate,  to  take  your  mid- 
iron  in  preference  to  the  cleek. 

The  Ordinary  Iron,  or  Mid-iron,  as  it 
is  termed,  is,  in  the  majority  of  cases, 
the  most  difficult  club  to  manipulate 
with  accuracy.  There  are  three  dif- 
ferent shots,  or  rather  distances. 

"  The  running  approach  "  should  be 
used  from  a  distance  of  about  50  feet  or 
so  from  the  hole,  and  should  be  played 
with  the  knees  bent.  Take  a  short 
grip  of  the  club  with  the  wrists  fairly 
stiff  and  follow  on  as  though  the  club 
and  hands  were  one.  The  ball  should 
be  a  trifle  nearer  your  right  foot  and  you 
should  swing  as  far  back  as  the  cut 
shows. 

The  idea  of  this  shot  is,  providing  the 
ground  is  clear  of  all  obstructions,  to 


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OUTING  FOR    AUGUST. 


pitch  a  low  ball  a  little  more  than  half 
the  distance  you  require  to  go  ;  it 
should  then  run  the  remaining  distance 
to  the  hole.  It  is  far  easier  for  the 
novice  to  regulate  distance  and  direc- 
tion by  this  shot  than  to  pitch  a  ball  on 
to  an  open  green  with  a  mashie. 

The  Half -Shot  with  Mid-iron  is  with- 
out doubt  the  most  uncertain,  or,  rather, 
the  most  dif- 
ficult shot. 
It  should  be  • 
used  f  or 
about  loo 
yards  from 
the  h  ole 
when  your 
s  h  o  t  r  e- 
quires  to  be 
lofted,  and 
when  there 
is  no  bunker 
within  50 
feet  of  the 
hole,  as  from 
the  mid-iron 
there  is  oft- 
en a  run. 

See  that 
you  have 
lots  of 
ground 
when  you 
have  to 
pitch  over  a 
hazard  with 
a  half  mid- 
i  r  o  n  shot. 
Take  a  firm 
grip  with 
both  hands 
and  let  your 
left  knee 
m  to- 
y  o  ur 
;  take 
a  1  f 
swing  and 
try  and 
work 


bend 
ward 
rieht 


h 


your 


shoulders 
and  the  club  at  the  same  time.  Follow 
through  and  be  sure  you  do  not  jerk 
your  swing. 

Getting  Out  of  a  Bunker. — A  niblick 
should  be  used  for  this  shot  and  should 
be  gripped  short  and  firm  ;  the  face  of 
the  niblick  should  be  a  little  on  the  slant 
and  the  weight  should  be  on  the  right 
foot ;  play  with  a  half  or  three-quarter 


swing  and  take  the  ground  about  two 
inches  under  the  ball.  Do  not  attempt 
to  get  on  the  green  ;  the  player's  only 
aim  in  this  case  should  be  to  get  over 
the  bunker. 

It  is  far  better  policy  to  play  your  ball 
10  yards  back  on  to  the  fair  green  at  the 
loss  of  one  stroke,  when  it  might  cost 
you  three  or  four  to  get  10  yards  over  the 

bunker,    i  n 

..,       addition    to 

:       losing   your 

•         i      temper, 

:       when      it 

will    appear 

twice   its 

.  height. 

In  getting 
out  of  a 
bunker,  or 
long  grass, 
hold  your 
niblick  light 
with  both 
hands;  take 
afirm  three- 
q  u  a  r  t  e  r 
swing  and 
aim  two 
inches  be- 
h  i  n  d  the 
ball,  imbed- 
ding your 
niblick  in 
the  sand, 
the  face  of 
your  niblick 
■  a  little  on 
the  slant. 

When  the 
ball  has 
found  its 
way  into 
high  grass, 
and  is  also 
nestling 
near  a  rock, 
the  player's 
aim  is  to  se- 
cure correct 
p  osition. 
See  that  the  ball  is  in  line  with  the  right 
foot ;  use  a  niblick,  and  grip  it  pretty 
firmly  in  both  hands  ;  an  upright  swing 
would  be  in  order,  and  the  club  should 
be  brought  down  in  a  vertical  position, 
hitting  the  ball  and  the  ground  to- 
gether;  this  is  termed  a  "jerk  shot." 
This  is  a  hazard,  and  the  player  is  not 
allowed  to  put  the  club  behind  the  ball. 


-  ^-  -J?-  ^''.A'igfi^sea 


.MASHIE    WILL    riTCII    A    LALL    HIGH.       (/.  44O.) 


444 


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Beginners  are  inclined  to  stand  behind 
the  ball,  and  corssequently  do  not  bring 
the  niblick  down  straight  enough,  which 
often   results   in   their    missing   every- 
thing,   and 
possibly  the 
breaking  of 
the'  c lu  b. 
This  is  a  dif- 
ficult shot  to 
play. 

Approach- 
ing to  the 
Hole  Out  of 
Long  Grass. 
— If  a  play- 
er is  c  o  n  - 
fronted  with 
an  obstacle 
just  before 
h  e  reaches 
the  green, 
and,  as  is  the 
case  in  some 
in  stances, 
his  ball  has 
found  its 
way  into 
long  grass, 
and  a  rock 
is  in  front  of 
the  ball,  the 
best  thing 
for  him  to 
d  o ,  instead 
o  f  playing 
on  the 
green,  is  to 
play  back. 
The  correct 
position  is 
to  grip  the  niblick  very  firmly  in  both 
hands,  and,  taking  a  three-quarter  (^) 
swiny,  hit  as  firm  as  possible. 

Playing  a    Stimie.  —  Use  a    mashie. 


PLAYING    A    STIMIE 


and  aim  from  the  point  of  the  club,  with 
the  right  foot  greatly  in  advance.  Grip 
the  club  with  the  fingers  and  make  a 
decided  stroke.   In  this  shot  it  is  always 

advisable  to 
play  to  the 
left-hand 
side  of  the 
hole.  If  you 
have  two  for 
the  hole, 
never  at- 
tem  pt  to 
n  egotiate 
the  stimie, 
for  if  y  o  u 
should  miss 
the  hole  in 
taking  the 
stimie  shot, 
it  very  often 
happens 
that  you  put 
yourself  out 
of  holing 
altogether. 

The  Put- 
ting Cleek  is 
the  most  re- 
liable club 
to  use  on  the 
p  u  t  t  i  n  g 
green,  any- 
where with- 
in twenty 
feet  or  so  of 
the  hole,  but 
for  along 
put,  such  as 
is  termed  an 
approach 
put,  it  is  better  judgment  to  use  a 
wooden  putter.  The  man  who  can  play 
with  accuracy  his  approach  put  is  a 
hard  antagonist  to  meet. 


Putting  Cleek. 
Niblick. 
Approaching  Mashie, 
Mid-iron. 


Driving  Cleek.    • 

Bulger  Brassey. 
Bulger  Driver. 


A    SET   OF    CLUBS. 


)H©lRe  =  EERD    SH©©TDNO= 


BY    FISHER    AMES,    JR. 


SOME  sportsmen  are  rather  inclined 
to  scoff  at  shore  shooting-.  I  agree 
with  them  that  the  game  is  not 
very  difficult  to  kill,  and  that  one 
has  neither  the  sense  of  exliilaration  at- 
tendant on  skillful  pursuit  nor  the  pleas- 
ure of  performing  feats  of  bodily  exer- 
cise. Plover  shooting  is  comparatively 
a  mild  sport,  but  it  has  its  charm  for 
me  in  the  environment  and  in  the  varied 
quality  of  the  bag. 

One   morning,   about  the  middle    of 

August,  H and  I  left  our  Cape  Cod 

hotel  for  the  two-mile  tramp  which  lay 
between  us  and  the  flats  where  our 
shooting-box  was  sunk.  The  sun  peered 
at  us  over  the  rim  of  the  sea  on  the  left, 
a  magnified  brazen  disk  in  a  yellow  fog. 

The  tide,  which  had  not  yet  begun  to 
turn,  was  a  long  way  out,  and  the  acres 
of  the  flats  glistened  phosphorescently. 
We  splashed  along  the  edge  of  the  mud 
as  near  solid  land  as  possible  without  en- 
tering the  tall,  rank  grass,  occasion- 
ally skirting  wide,  pink-margined  pools 
which  gudgeons  and  king  crabs  had 
transformed  into  natural  aquariums. 
Owing  to  the  extreine  shallowness  of 
the  bay  and  the  swift  rate  at  which  the 
tide  ebbs  a  great  number  of  crabs  are 
stranded  at  low  tide.  As  the  sun  soon 
bakes  them  if  there  is  nothing  to  inter- 
cept its  rays,  there  is  a  fine  scrambling 
for  the  pools. 

City  pavements  and  heeled  shoes  are 
not  the  best  preparation  for  a  long  tramp 
in  sneakers  through  a  kind  of  gruel  of 
yielding  sand  and  cold  water.  The  sand 
works  in  between  your  toes  and  under 
your  heels,  the  water  chills  your  feet, 
and  a  certain  muscle  in  the  back  of  your 
legs  cries  aloud  at  the  unwonted  strain. 
As  it  was  the  first  day  in  the  season  for 
us,  we  hailed  with  relief  the  bleached 
rampart  of  sand  that  encircled  our  stand. 
As  usual,  it  vvas  full  of  water,  rags  of 
seaweed  and  the  omnipresent  king  crab. 
When  we  had  restored  it  to  something 
like  order,  we  placed  our  crew  of  decoys 
feeding  up  wind  and  ensconced  our- 
selves on  the  narrow  shelf  in  the  box, 
ready  and  anxious  for  business. 

At  our  backs,  only  a  few  hundred 
yards  away,  the  surf  was  spouting  and 
thundering.  Before  us  stretched  the 
smooth  gray  flats  and  the   placid   bay. 


the  line  of  demarcation  between  the  two 
being  a  thin  white  ribbon  of  moving 
froth,  the  vanguard  of  the  tide.  A  flock 
of  least  and  common  terns  that  had  spied 
us  now  swooped  down  upon  us  and 
sought  to  drive  our  decoys  away  by  div- 
ing at  them  with  threatening  screams. 
For  five  m.inutes  the  air  quivered  with 
their  clangor.  Then,  for  some  inex- 
plicable reason,  they  swirled  away  like  a 
flurry  of  snowflakes  to  a  distant  part  of 
the  beach. 

Our  first  pipes  were  getting  low  when 
a  large  flock  of  sandpipers  whirled  by, 
showing-  us  the  movement  had  begun. 
The  tide  was  beginning  to  stir  up  the 
shorter-legged  birds,  and  bunch  after 
bunch  passed,  semi-palmated,  least  and 
Bonaparte   sandpipers,  ring  necks  and 

sanderling.    H ,  who  is  a  remarkably 

adept  caller,  tucked  his  tin  whistle  be- 
tween his  lips  and  lisped  insinuatingl)^ 
but  the  sanderling — the  onl}^  ''peep "  we 
cared  to  shoot  at — were  still  too  far  out 
to  decoy.  Presently,  however,  a  small 
flock  did  come  in,  and  we  dropped  six 
plump  little  fellows. 

For  fifteen  minutes  the  current  of 
small  birds  flowed  by  almost  uninter- 
ruptedly. My  companion  now  settled 
hiinself  down  to  work.  With  all  the 
art  he  was  master  of  he  gave  out  the 
different  plover  calls.  Suddenly  from 
behind  us  carne  the  clear  whistle  of  a 
dowitcher  ;  then  another  and  another, 
until  the  air  seemed  full" of  their  calls. 
As  the  cries  came  nearer  H modu- 
lated his  invitations  to  the  softest  and 
most  wheedling  of  notes.  Out  of  the 
corner  of  my  right  eye  I  saw  the  flock 
of  graceful  birds  swing  round,  their 
long  snipe  bills  outstretched  against  the 
blue.  Round  they  came  with  set  pinions 
to  our  decoys,  nine  of  them,  but  widely 
scattered.  Our  first  barrels  stopped 
three,  while  only  two  fell  at  the  second 
discharge. 

The  rest  of  the  flock  dashed  off  in 
confusion,  but  the  whistle  coaxed  one 
unfortunate  back,  and  he,  too,  was  se- 
cured. 

I  had  hardly  retrieved  him  before  we 
heard  the  shrill,  rattling-  cry  of  a  turn- 
stone,  or  "  chicken."  Two  of  these 
handsome  birds  were  following-  the  line 
of  the  tide  down  the  flats.     As  a  rule, 


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they  will  not  decoy  readily,  and  pay 
little  attention  to  the  sportsman's 
whistle,  perhaps  because  their  own  is 
so  difficult  to  imitate  perfectly.  These 
flew  by,  answering  H 's  call  in  ap- 
parent derision,  and  just  as  we  had 
made  up  our  minds  that  we  had  lost 
them  they  wheeled  and  came  straight 
back.  Only  one,  however,  came  within 
range,  and  he  tumbled  to  the  crack  of 
H 's  shot. 

The  white  lip  of  the  tide  was  not  far 
off  now,  and  every  few  minutes  we 
heard  whistles  of  some  sort,  but  all 
from  high  overhead.  It  was  evident 
that  a  flight  was  passing.  In  vain  we 
strained  our  eyes  upward  and  whistled 
until  our  lips  seemed  permanently  puck- 
ered. The  mocking  notes  came  faintly 
down,  but  not  a  bird  could  we  see. 

At  last,  far  up  in  the  thin  ether,  I  be- 
held seven  floating  motes.  By  their 
calls  they  were  black-breasted  plover, 
perhaps  the  wariest  of  all  shore  birds. 
Through  some  good  fortune  an  appeal- 
ing whistle  from  H reached  them 

and  three  of  the  flock  dropped  behind 
the  rest  and  began  to  circle  about  over 
our  heads.  By  slow  gradations  they  de- 
scended, calling  as  they  came,  until  we 
could  distinguish  their  strong  markings. 
A  pretty  sight  they  were  as  they  swept 
warily  around,  their  breasts  and  under 
parts  gleaming  like  combined  ebony  and 
snow.  They  were  all  old  birds  and  cun- 
ning,   but    H 's   whistling   was    too 

clever  for  them  and  they  descended 
gradually,  but  surely,  toward  the  de- 
coys. 

As  I  covered  the  one  to  the  right  he 
whipped  the  air  with  his  wings  for  a 
quick  retreat.  But  I  had  him  this  time. 
As  he   fell,  whirling  over  and  over,  a 

ringing  in  my  left  ear  told  me  that  H 

had  fired  at  the  same  instant.  I  turned 
just  in  time  to  see  one  bird  bounce 
plumply  on  the  elastic  sand,  and  the 
third,  hard  hit,  shoot  down  a  long  in- 
clined plane  to  the  very  centre  of  a 
wicked  bunch  of  grass,  from  which  he 
was  finally  retrieved  only  after  a  con- 
siderable search. 

The  tide  now  came  hissing  in  and  our 
decoys  began  to  stagger.  Picking  them 
up  we  retreated  to  the  high-water  stand 
in  the  tall  grass.  We  had  barely  tucked 
our  legs  under  us  before  a  flock  of  win- 
ter yellow-legs  paid  us  a  visit.  When  our 
greetings  were  over  five  of  their  num- 
ber lay  on  the  sand.    My  next  shot,  at  a 


"  grass-bird,"  was  an  ignominious  miss, 

which  H rendered  still  more  bitter 

by  cleverly  cutting  down  his  bird  after  a 
long,  difficult  shot  over  his  left  shoulder. 
We  then  proceeded  to  waste  four 
charges  on  a  miserable  little  slow-flying 
summer  yellow-leg. 

During  the  long  wait  that  ensued  we 
pulled  out  our  pipes  again  and  amused 
ourselves  by  watching  the  life  about  us. 
A  big  marsh  hawk,  the  color  of  scorched 
wood,  was  beating  up  and  down  the 
grass  to  the  rear  in  search  of  wounded 
birds.  A  number  of  night  herons  were 
flapping  over  the  bay  on  their  return 
from  the  water-flooded  flats,  where  they 
had  been  feeding,  to  their  roosting  place 
on  a  small  island  a  couple  of  miles  away. 
A  flock  of  terns  was  harrying  a  pair  of 
jagers  that  had  rashly  ventured  in  over 
the  bar.  The  little  rascals  desisted  from 
this  sport  just  long  enough  to  drive 
away  a  winter  yellow-leg  that  was  head- 
ing straight  for  our  decoys.  Single  peep 
were  scooting  in  all  directions.  The 
last  thing  I  saw  as  my  eyes  closed  in  a 
cat-nap  was  a  red-breasted  phalarope  on 
his  way  out  to  sea. 

When  I  came  out  of  the  trance  into 
which  the  warmth  and  the  salt  air  had 
lulled  me,  a  couple  of  big  gray  willet 
were  feeding  unconcernedly  among  the 
decoys.  As  they  flushed  heavily  they 
gave  me  a  chance  for  an  easy  double 

which  I  improved.    H awoke  with  a 

galvanic  start  at  the  crack  of  my  gun. 
But  all  he  said  as  I  tossed  the  birds  into 
the  blind  was  : 

"  Humph !  The  scrawniest  pair  of  crip- 
ples I  ever  saw.     Shoot  'em  sitting  ? " 

"  Have  a  nip  of  this,"  I  replied,  ready 
with  the  soft  answer. 

We  both  took  a  pull  and  attacked  our 
lunch  with  our  eyes  on  the  ebbing  tide. 
As  we  reached  the  doughnut  stage  four 
"  summers  "  came  up  from  the  grass  be- 
hind us,  but  they  refused  to  decoy  well 
and  we  got  only  two.  After  lunch  we 
moved  down  into  our  box  again,  where 
we  picked  up  a  few  sanderling.  As  it 
was  plain  that  the  water  was  too  far  out 
for  the  big  birds  we  accordingly  pulled 
up  our  decoys  and  started  homeward, 
conscious  that  though  the  return  trip 
promised  to  be  a  warm  one,  there  were 
clean  shirts  and  a  cool  swim  awaiting  us. 

Two  hours  later  we  were  ready  to 
affirm  that  a  tramp  over  yielding  sand 
under  an  August  sun  was  only  part  of 
the  pleasures  of  shore-bird  shooting. 


Painted  for  Outing  by  Jas.  L.  Weston. 


A  CHANCE  AT  DOWITCHERS. 


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T^WF^     -1 


YOU  see,  it  came  about  in  this  way. 
I  had  been  feeling  wretchedly 
for  some  time.  Neuralgia  and 
insomnia  seemed  to  be  fond  of 
my  society,  and  I  had  reluctantly  de- 
cided to  take  the  advice  of  my  medical 
man  and  go  away  for  a  rest.  I  say  re- 
luctantly^  for  who  ever  heard  of  a  profes- 
sional man  enjoying  a  respite  from  his 
labors  !  But  even  a  strong  desire  for 
work  such  as  I  felt  can  be  overcome  by 
patience,  and  so  I  finally  decided  to  go 
for  a  trip. 

Then  came  the  all-important  question 
of  just  where  to  go.  North  ?  No,  I 
didn't  believe  I  cared  for  the  mount- 
ains. South  ?  Summer  w^as  near  at  hand. 
West  ?  Well,  I  wasn't  tempted.  East  ? 
Yes,  I  thought  I  would  like  a  sail,  for 
the  ozone  and  spray  of  the  North  At- 
lantic had  worked  wonders  for  me  be- 
fore, and  I  hoped  would  do  so  again. 

The  next  morning  found  me  the  happy 
possessor  of  a  ticket  and  berth  for  the 
St.  Louis,  sailing  on  June  23d,  1897, 
and  then  I  tvirned  my  steps  toward  my 
banker's  for  an  all  important  interview. 
No  sooner  was  this  over,  than,  like  a 
man  with  a  toothache  that  recovers  as 


BY    E.   L.    H.   McGINNIS. 

he  mounts  the  steps  of  the  dentist's 
office,  my  headache  seemed  to  get 
better ;  but  it  came  back,  and  I  re- 
gretted that  the  sailing-day  was  more 
than  a  month  thence. 

They  say  that  I  am  lucky,  and  that 
some  good  spirit  watches  over  my  wel- 
fare. I  can  readily  believe  this  to  be 
true  now,  for  within  forty-eight  hours 
of  my  final  decision  to  go  to  Europe  I 


MEW    LONDON,  NIGHT    BEFORE    THE    START. 


OFF    RACE    ROCK  —  "GOOD-BV,   RICHIE 

had  met  my  friends,  Messrs.  Palmer 
and  Cormack,  at  the  New  York  Yacht 
Club,  and  had  been  invited  to  join  them 
and  some  other  good  fellows  on  board 
the  Yampa,  within  ten  days,  "  going 
foreign." 

As  if  this  was  not  bliss  enough,  you 
must  know  that  I  had  previously  spent 
one  of  the  happiest  summers  of  my  life 
on  board  her,  and  the  recollection  of  that 
famous  cruise  up  the  coast  to  New 
Brunswick  and  Nova  Scotia,  coupled  as 
it  was  with  many  a  laugh  and  jolly  time 
surrounded  by  friends  good  and  true, 
had  endeared  every  rope,  spar,  and 
plank  of  the  gallant  old  boat  to  me. 

While  we  were  chatting  there,  Sey- 
mour Husted,  another  of  the  proposed 


I.  Ches  and  his  dav-dream.    2.  Three  happy  chaps.    3.  "Too  bad  you  can't  sail  with  us,  Richie."    4.  Thirteen 
and  a  half  knots  by  log  and  watch.    5.  "How's  the  weather,  skipper  ?"    6.  "Bucking  into  it."    7.  "  Dry- 
ing-out "  after  the  blow.    8.  "How  many  knots,  Ches?"    g.  Almost  becalmed.    10.  Jogging  along. 


THE    YARN  OF  THE  "  YAMPA. 


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CAPT.   CURTIS,  TELLING  A  SHARK  STORY. 


party,  came  in;  and  all  that  remained  to 
do  was  to  send  a  telegram  to  those  at 
home  as  to  the  advisability  of  accept- 
ance, and — the  bell  was  tapped  for  the 
necessary  means  of  pledging  our  health 
and  a  favorable  answer.  Mine  came 
that  night,  and  it  was  soon  arranged 
that  we  were  to  be  on  board  the  yacht 
early  on  the  morning  of  May  2 2d,  as 
she  lay  off  Larchmont. 

Then  came  the  farewells  to  relatives 
out  of  town,  a  few  more  hurried  hours 
of  shopping,  and  finally,  on  the  night  of 
the  twenty-first,  I  realized  that  my  im- 
pedimenta for  the  trip  were  already  on 
the  way  to  the 
Larchmont     r  .-.,.,^,.^,.,.- 

Yacht  Club,  I 
and  that,  if  I 
was  to  be  on 
time  early  the 
next  morning, 
I  had  better 
turn  in  for  the 
forty  winks  of 
sleep  I  so  much 
needed. 

The  barom- 
eter was  high, 
the  stars  were 

shining  brightly,  and  I  was 
shortly  after  dreaming  of 
whales,  mermaids,  seaweed 
and  mountainous  waves,  one  of 
which  was  just  about  break- 
ing over  my  head,  when  my 
morning  coffee  was  brought 
in  and  I  realized  that  tram- 
time  was  near. 

At  the  station  were  gathered 
in  several  kindred  spirits  en 
route  for  Larchmont,  for  it 
was  Saturday,  and,  though 
early  in  the  season,  many  of 
the  smaller  boats  were  in  commission. 
The  trip  up  was  all  too  short,  for  I 
was  fortunate  enough  to  get  a  seat 
with  Dunbar  Wright;  and  after  a  charm- 
ing drive  in  the  crisp  morning  air, 
the  beautiful  home  of  the  Larchmont 
Yacht  Club  came  into  view.  There 
were  a  few  sailboats  skimming  around, 
and  the  schooner  Carlotta  was  ready  to 
get  under  way  as  escort. 

Out  beyond  the  other  boats,  in  the 
deeper  water  at  the  mouth  of  the  har- 
bor, lay  the  huge  white  Yampa,  our 
home  to  be  for  months,  and  for  many 
thousand  miles  of  travel,  in  storm  and 
calm,  in  tempest  and  sunshine.     As  she 


lay  there  with  mainsail,  maintopsail, 
foresail  and  foretopsail  set,  and  with 
forestaysail,  jib  and  flying-jib  hanging 
loose  and  ready  to  be  run  up,  her  an- 
chor hove  short  and  her  brass-work 
polished  and  glistening  in  the  sun,  she 
looked  fit  to  sail  for  a  man's  life.  The 
gentle  swell  of  a  passing  steamer  caused 
her  to  courtesy  as  if  she  were  greeting 
an  old  friend,  as  indeed  she  was. 

After  a   well  -  rewarded  inquiry    for 

farewell  letters   and   telegrams,    a  few 

final   hand-shakes    and    parting  words 

with   friends,  we  jumped  into  the  gig 

and  headed  for  the  yacht.     As  we  drew 

nearer,     her     graceful     lines 

were    more  plainly   seen  and 

admired,    and  on  our   arrival 

alongside  we  were  welcomed 

by  our  host  and  some  friends 

who  were  envying  us  our  good 

fortune. 

A  hurried  glance  over  the 
ship  disclosed  the  fact  that 
she  had  been  equipped  with 
perfectly  new  sails,  halyards, 
stays  and  wire-rigging,  and 
no  effort  nor  expense  had 
been  spared  to  make  her  as 
strong  and 
powerful  in 
every  way  as 
time,  thought 
and  money 
could  make  her. 
A  suggestion 
of  immediate 
adjournment  to 
the  cabin,  a 
bumper  and  a 
toast  to  "  fair 
winds,  calm 
seas  an  d  a 
pleasant  voy- 
age," the  registering  of  names  in  the 
visitors'  book  and  a  last  parting  hand- 
shake to  Messrs.  Seney,  Baretto  and 
Hurry  were  next  in  order  ;  and  as  these 
went  over  the  side  the  clink  of  the 
cables  and  an  order  or  two  were  heard, 
and  the  big  schooner  began  to  heel  over 
to  port  as  she  gathered  headway  and 
pointed  her  beautiful  white  cutwater  to 
the  eastward. 

The  merry  gurgle  of  the  water  past 
the  sides  and  the  singing  of  the  wind 
through  the  cordage  were  too  attractive 
for  us  to  remain  long  below,  and  we  were 
soon  gathered  in  a  little  knot  on  deck 
discussing  pleasures  to  come  and  hoping 


AFTER    THE 


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OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


for  fine  weather.  As  "  every  rose  must 
have  its  thorn,"  so  we,  too,  had  to  learn 
with  deep  sorrow  that  our  host  was  to 
leave  us  at  New  London,  for  his  med- 
ical man  knew  that  his  health  forbade 
the  risk  of  colds,  etc.,  due  to  drenched 
skin,  clothing-  and  exposure  ;  so  Richie 
was  to  join  us  at  Southampton,  realizing 
that  he  wouldn't  feel  the  responsibility 
of  the  Liicania's  safety  on  his  shoulders, 
consequently  we  were  to  g-o  without  him. 

The  next  morning  (Sunday,  23d), 
after  breakfast  and  the  arrival  of  the 
tug  which  was  to  accompany  us  as  far 
as  Montauk  Point,  both  anchors  were 
hoisted  in  board,  unshackled  and  lashed 
to  the  deck,  and  under  mainsail,  main- 
topsail,  foresail,  foretopsail,  forestaysail, 
jib  and  flying-jib  we  bore  away  for 
Montauk,  through  the  Race.  The 
weather  was  superb,  clear,  crisp  and 
sunny,  with  a  good  fresh  breeze  from  the 
southwest.  The  barometer  pointed  to 
3c  inches,  and  never  did  mariners  have 
a  finer  day  for  a  start.  The  Yanipa 
seemed  to  feel  the  all-pervading  sense  of 
well-being,  too,  and  away  she  flew  at  a 
rate  of  speed  that  soon  showed  us  the 
tug  could  not  keep  up  with  us.  So  Richie 
called  her  alongside  as  we  neared  Race 
Rock  Light,  and  with  a  "  good-by  "  and 
a  "  God  bless  you,  boys,"  he  and  Mr. 
Cormack,  Sr.,  climbed  over  the  side. 

All  hands,  including  crew,  cooks, 
stewards,  as  well  as  officers,  gathered 
along  the  rail  and  gave  them  three 
rousing  cheers,  while  the  tug  screeched 
back  an  answering  salute,  as  we  dipped 
our  ensign  and  set  the  signal  flags 
meaning  "  Good-by."  As  the  little  tug 
grew  smaller,  though  she  tried  for  a 
while  longer  to  keep  up  with  us,  we 
realized  that  the  yacht  was  going  at  a 
twelve-knot  gait,  but  as  steady  and  com- 
fortably as  a  full-rigged  ship.  Her  speed 
was  the  more  impressed  upon  us  by  the 
fact  that  at  1:50  p.  m.  old  Montauk  Light 
was  due  west,  and  the  order  was  given 
to  bear  away  for  the  English  Channel. 

The  chill  of  the  air  made  our  reefers 
most  comfortable,  and  after  a  cigar  or 
two  we  repaired  to  the  cozy  cabin,  where 
we  made  our  selections  of  books  from 
the  well-stocked  book-cases  Richie  had 
filled.  Nansen  and  Mahan  seemed  to 
be  the  most  popular  authors,  until  some 
one  persuaded  "Ches"  (C.  C.  Munroe) 
to  read  to  us  from  Kipling's  "  Seven 
Seas"  and  some  of  Eugene  Field's 
dainty  verses.      The  sea-air  was  begin- 


ning to  make  us  sleepy,  so,  with  a  breath 
more  of  it  and  a  glance  at  the  heavens 
studded  with  stars  and  all  prospects  for 
fine  weather  in  view,  we  turned  in  and 
were  soon  in  the  arms  of  Morpheus, 
though  it  took  me  some  little  time  to 
accustom  myself  to  sleeping  on  the  side 
of  the  ship. 

We  were  awakened  by  a  good- sized 
dash  of  spray  on  our  skylight,  and  soon 
realized  that  there  was  quite  a  jump  of 
a  sea  running,  though  the  glass  was  high 
and  the  weather  clear,  while  the  air  was 
cool  and  bracing.  The  great  advantage 
of  our  swinging  table  was  realized  fully, 
and  the  rocking  and  rolling  of  the  ship 
were  well  met  by  the  huge  weight  of  lead 
under  the  table  ;  pitching  was  quite  an- 
other matter,  howeyer,  and  it  is  a  pity 
that  some  inventive  genius  cannot  be  as 
successful  in  overcoming  the  danger  to 
china,  glass  and  food  in  that  respect  as 
well. 

We  drove  along  under  all  plain  sail, 
and,  in  the  early  afternoon,  set  our  top- 
sails and  small  maintopmast  -  staysail. 
Our  old  sea-dog  of  a  navigator.  Captain 
A.  M.  Curtis,  of  Bath,  Me.,  with  Captain 
Siemons  (sailing-master)  and  Mr.  Burt 
(mate)  took  sights  at  noon,  showing  our 
run  from  Montauk  to  have  been  136 
miles,  our  latitude  40°  18',  longitude 
68^  58',  and  the  wind  was  from  S.S.W. 
to  S.  and  moderate. 

Sleeping  seemed  to  be  the  most  pop- 
ular form  of  amusement,  and,  after  din- 
ner and  the  usual  cigars,  we  were  again 
entertained  by  Ches  reading  aloud  to 
us,  and  sought  our  bunks  early. 

A  splendid  breeze  next  morning,  and 
we  were  carrying  all  plain  and  light 
sail  in  fine  style  when  we  straggled  on 
deck  for  our  appetizer  of  ozone.  Captain 
Curtis  had  developed  into  a  famous  story- 
teller. He  formerly  commanded  a  ship 
called  the  James  Dru7ninond,  and,  until 
he  came  aboard  the  Yanipa,  she  was  the 
finest  and  fastest  thing  afloat.  She  is 
still  a  fine  vessel  in  his  eyes,  but  the  su- 
perb behavior  of  the  yacht  had  a  marked 
effect  on  his  loyalty,  though  he  can't 
forget  that  her  deck  is  certainly  much 
nearer  the  water  than  was  that  of  his 
beloved  old  Drurnmond. 

The  observation  at  noon  showed  our 
run  to  have  been  180  miles  ;  latitude 
39*^  57',  longitude  65''  14',  and  the  wind 
blew  strong  from  S.  by  W.  to  S. 

Late  in  the  afternoon  we  overhauled 
and  passed  a  "  tramp  "  steamer,  though 


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that  she  was  not  unmindful  of  that  fact 
was  proven  by  the  volumes  of  black 
smoke  pouring  forth  from  her  funnel, 
but  all  to  no  purpose. 

About  8:30  in  the  evening  we  were 
struck  by  a  sharp  squall,  accompanied 
by  rain  and  gusts  of  wind,  but  under 
mainsail,  foresail  and  jib  we  rode  it  out 
beautifully.  The  weather  soon  cleared 
again,  and  we  ran  along  at  a  good  rate 
under  all  plain  sail  for  the  remainder  of 
the  night. 

A  fresh  breeze  from  S.S.E.  greeted 
us  upon  our  morning  appearance  on 
deck,  and  a  very  nasty  cross-sea  on  our 
port  beam  was  indication  that  it  had 
been  blowing  in  this  vicinity.  We  car- 
ried all  plain  sail,  which  brought  our 
rail  awash,  but  we  flew  along  in  fine 
style  and  the  men  busied  themselves 
in  renewing  the  chafing-gear  on  our 
rigging.  Those  who  were  on  watch 
below  formed  themselves  into  a  band, 
having  brought  forth  from  their  posses- 
sions an  accordion,  tambourine,  triangle 
and  two  pairs  of  bones  ;  this  array  of 
musical  instruments  was  added  to  by  a 
marvelous  organette  that  played  one 
tune,  *'  Marching  Through  Georgia," 
after  a  fashion,  but  there  its  repertoire 
ended.  So  we  marched  along  with 
Sherman  toward  the  sea  some  twenty 
or  thirty  times  a  day  all  summer. 

Toward  night  the  wind  increased  to  a 
gale,  and  though  the  ship  was  making 
splendid  weather  of  it,  the  mainsail  was 
lowered  and  storm -trysail  set  over  it, 
while  two  reefs  were  taken  in  the  fore- 
sail and  the  bonnet  taken  off  the  fore- 
staysail.  Under  this  reduced  rig  the 
Yampa  rode  easily,  but  again  we  were 
thankful  for  the  enormous  power  of  the 
boat,  which  can  only  be  appreciated  by 
those  who  have  been  "down  to  the  sea  " 
in  other  ships. 

My  friend,  have  you  ever  been  on  the 
North  Atlantic  in  a  small  sailing-vessel 
when  the  wind  was  blowing  a  gale  ?  If 
so,  your  memories  of  it  will  probably  be 
more  vivid  than  any  description  of  mine; 
if  not,  then  picture  to  yourself  the  yacht 
as  she  was  that  night,  with  only  a  hand- 
kerchief of  sail  spread  to  the  force 
of  the  furious  gusts,  which  threatened 
every  minute  to  capsize  us.  Enveloped 
in  our  stiff  yellow  "  oilskins  "  and  with 
long  rubber  boots,  and  "  sou'westers  " 
flopping  about  our  ears,  with  the  shrieks 
of  the  wind  through  the  rigging,  we 
were   gathered   well    aft,    clinging    for 


dear  life  to  the  weather-rail  with  both 
hands  and  watching  the  great,  huge 
walls  of  black  water  topped  with  snow- 
white  foam  and  spin-drift  as  they  came 
tearing  along  at  our  gallant  little  ship. 
Striking  us  fairly  and  squarely  aft  of 
our  quarter,  the  mountainous  waves 
would  smash  against  us,  with  the  spray 
leaping  as  if  for  joy,  up,  up,  up,  only  to 
come  crashing  down  on  our  deck,  while 
tons  of  water  surged  and  seethed  along 
our  lee-rail,  even  up  to  the  hatchways, 
and  threatened  to  tear  loose  the  boats 
from  the  ring-bolts.  One  moment  we 
were  looking  down  deep  into  yawning 
chasms  of  angry  water,  and  the  next  we 
saw  some  monstrous  billow  far  above 
threatening  to  engulf  us.  It  was  ter- 
rific, and  yet  on  we  flew,  with  the  brine 
boiling  up  under  our  cutwater,  and  our 
bowsprit  going  under  until  it  seemed  as 
if  it  must  snap  from  the  very  weight  of 
water  above  it. 

Quickly  she  would  shake  herself  free 
from  these  deluges  and  tear  along  at  a 
fearful  rate,  until  another  comber  would 
crash  against  us,  sending  the  spray  far 
up  the  masts.  It  was  at  such  times  as 
these  that  we  could  appreciate  the  in- 
estimable value  of  the  galvanized  iron 
boom-crotch  aft,  for  in  its  great  oaken 
beam  were  cut  depressions  into  one  of 
which  the  sixty-five-foot  main-boom  had 
been  lowered  and  lashed.  Were  this 
arrangement  (an  idea  learned  from  our 
English  cousins)  more  generally  adopt- 
ed here  in  America,  much  of  the  danger 
and  difficulty  of  reefing  would  be  done 
away  with  ;  and  any  man  that  has  been 
hit  on  the  head  by  the  boom  while  at- 
tempting to  reef  a  sail  in  a  hard  blow 
can  realize  the  comfort  in  the  knowledge 
of  such  being  an  impossibility  when  this 
contrivance  is  used. 

The  watch  on  deck  were  huddled  to- 
gether under  the  lee  of  the  weather- 
cloths,  which  had  been  securely  lashed 
outside  the  shrouds,  while,  in  the  mo- 
mentary lulls  in  the  shrieking  and  whis- 
tling of  the  wind,  snatches  of  our  old 
friend,  "  Marching  Through  Georgia," 
were  wafted  aft  to  our  water-soaked 
ears.  I'm  glad  some  one  on  board  was 
dry  enough  to  enjoy  music,  for  never,  I 
believe,  did  mortals  before  hear  such  a 
wild,  weird  accompaniment  to  the  fa- 
mous old  song. 

The  grandeur  of  the  scene  I  shall  never 
forget  ;  it  was  superb  !  And  all  the 
while  we  were  forging  toward  England. 


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AN   AFTERNOON   SIESTA.   • 

Meanwhile,  Ches  had  poked  the  tip  of 
his  nose  out  from  the  companionway,  as 
he  had  been  sensible  enough  to  keep 
dry  below,  and  with  a  shake  of  his  head 
had  crawled  back  again,  after  a  look 
around  to  see  that  we  were  all  there. 
He  looked  so  comfortable  that  I,  too,  de- 
termined to  go  below  for  a  while.  Watch- 
ing my  chance  I  made  a  dash  and  a 
sprint  for  the  companionway,  and  backed 
down  the  steps,  crawling  to  my  state 
room  for  a  change  of  dry-goods,  and 
joining  him  in  the  cabin,  where  I  found 
him  trying  to  hold  himself  onto  his  chair 
and  turn  the  leaves  of  Nansen  at  the 
same  time,  and  wondering  how  long  the 
lamps  would  stay  on  their  hooks.  Here 
again  were  evidences  of  the  heavy  sea, 
for  one  of  the  partitions  opposite  the 
mainmast  creaked  and  groaned,  as  Ches 
said,  "  like  the  souls  of  the  eternally 
lost."  A  few  shavings  of  soap  poked  in 
the  cracks  with  the  blade  of  a  knife 
lessened  this  considerably,  and  we  could 
hear  each  other  without  shouting. 

Being  thoroughly  tired  out  with  watch- 
ing the  storm  and  holding  on,  I  turned 
in  about  midnight,  and  was  soon  fol- 
lowed by  the  others.  I  had  been  fool- 
ing myself  with  the  idea  that  I  was 
asleep,  when  crash !  went  something. 
Old  "  Papa  George  "  came  staggering 
along   aft  in  a  marvelous  suit  of  pea- 


soup-colored  pajamas  and  hair  flying 
wildly,  while  he  shouted  :  "  Has  that 
after-skylight  gone  ?  " 

By  this  time  we  were  all  hunting  to 
see  what  had  smashed,  and  found  that 
the  metal  drip-pan  of  Seymour's  soap- 
dish,  which  was  screwed  to  the  wall, 
had  been  thrown  out  and  down  into  his 
marble  wash-stand,  making  a  racket 
loud  enough  to  wake  the  dead. 

The  day's  run  up  to  noon  had  been  236 
miles  ;  latitude  40*^  15',  longitude  60°  13'. 

The  wind  moderated  during  the  night, 
and  we  all  slept  rather  late,  though 
the  heavy  cross-sea  crashing  against 
my  port- hole  awakened  me  before  the 
others.  After  breakfast  we  set  the  lower 
sails,  and  by  afternoon  set  the  topsails, 
which  we  kept  on  all  night.  About  1 1 
p.  M.  a  steamer's  lights  were  seen  aft 
and  a  little  on  the  port  quarter.  She 
was  recognized  as  a  big  liner,  for  we 
were  going  over  twelve  knots  and  she 


MR.    BURT,    SATISFIED   WITH   TWELVE   KNUIS. 


"  READY — TIME  !" 

was  overhauling  us,  something  no 
"  tramp  "  had  yet  done.  vSome  "green- 
red-green  "  lights  (N.  Y.  Y.  C.  night 
signal)  were  brought  up  on  deck,  and, 
as  she  was  just  abeam  of  us,  and  not 
more  than  half  a  mile  away,  they  were 
touched  off  forward  and  aft  by  Seymour 
and  one  of  the  men.  Superb  the  yacht 
must  have  looked,  for  all  sail  was  set, 
and  the  strong  lights  on  our  white  sails 
and  whiter  hull,  with  the  spray  dashing 
over  us,  the  black  night  for  a  back- 
ground, and  the  figures  moving  about 
in  oilskins  over  our  wet  decks,  must 
have  made  a  most  spirited  marine  pict- 
ure. 

Hardly  had  our  lights  gone  out  when 
the  steamer  answered  our  signal  by 
burning  two  blue  followed  by  two  red 
lights  simultaneously  from  her  bridge. 
We  dived  into  the  cabin  and  found  that 
to   be  the   night   signal   of   the    North 


THE    YARN  OF   THE  "  YAMPA." 


455 


German  Lloyd  line,  and  on  reference  to 
the  Herald  some  one  had  brought  on 
board  before  starting,  we  saw  that  she 
must  be  the  Trave.  The  little  incident 
brought  a  happy  day  to  a  pleasant 
close,  and  we  were  soon  after  in  the 
land  of  dreams.  The  run  up  to  noon 
was  244  miles  ;  latitude  40^  25',  longi- 
tude 55°  04',  and  barometer   30.30. 

The  sun  rose  in  grandeur  over  an 
ideal  summer  sea,  ushering  in  a  perfect 
day,  with  the  air  warm  and  balmy  and 
the  breeze  light.  For  almost  the  first 
time  since  we  started  we  were  able  to 
appear  in  white  flannels,  and  many 
pieces  of  gulf-weed,  as  well  as  the  ex- 
quisitely tinted  nautili,  with  their  opal- 
escent coloring,  were  passed.  The 
deep  ultramarine  blue  of  the  water 
and  its  temperature  (72°)  showed  us  to 
be  well  in  the  Gulf  Stream.  Old  Cap- 
tain Curtis  informed  us   at   noon  that 


SEYMOUR   IN    HIS    GLORY. 

our  latitude  was  40°  23',  longitude 
50^^  07',  and  our  run  238  miles.  In  the 
afternoon  a  large  whale  was  seen  spout- 
ing not  far  off,  and  schools  of  porpoises 
and  dolphins  played  around  the  ship  for 
hours.  Toward  evening  the  wind  left 
us  and  we  were  becalmed,  though  we 
were  prepared  for  light  breezes  in  these 
latitudes. 

We  awoke  next  morning  (the  29th)  to 
find  the  yacht  still  becalmed,  as  she  had 
been  all  night.  She  was  showing  us 
what  she  could  do  in  the  way  of  rolling, 
and  acquitted  herself  nobly  in  that  re- 
spect. The  observations  at  noon  showed 
us  to  be  in  latitude  40°  22',  longitude 
46°  00',  and  our  run  to  have  been  only 
190  miles.  In  the  afternoon  a  mere 
breath  of  air  sprang  up,  and  all  light 
sails  were  set,  including  spinnaker.  We 
were  beginning  to  get  a  little  impatient 
at  our  slow  progress,  and  our  hopes  for 
a  record  run  were  commencing  to  be 
shaken. 


"PAPA   GEORGE"    WATCHING   THE    LOG. 

In  the  evening  Captain  Curtis  enter- 
tained us  with  yarns  of  some  of  his 
experiences  in  foreign  lands.  He  was 
lying  at  anchor  in  the  harbor  of  Hong 
Kong  once,  on  board  of  his  beloved 
Druinmoizd,  when  he  noticed  the  back- 
fin  of  a  tremendous  shark  playing 
around  his  ship.  Having  heard  of  the 
effects  of  dynamite  on  sharks,  he  was 
rowed  ashore,  and  bought  a  large 
cartridge  with  a  three-minute  fuse  of 
chemical  composition  unaffected  by 
water.  Having  returned  on  board  and 
carefully  concealed  the  charge  in  a 
piece  of  pork,  he  lit  the  fuse  and  dropped 
the  pork  overboard  near  the  shark. 
Almost  immediately  the  monster  turned 
on  his  back  and  bolted  the  meat,  and 
then,  to  the  Captain's  horror,  dived  2171- 
derneatJi  the  ship  !  The  agony  of  sus- 
pense which  Curtis  underwent  was 
really  fearful,  only  being  relieved  by 
the  terrific  explosion  shortly  after,  at  a 
distance  far  enough  away  from  the 
vessel  to  do  no  harm.  He  didn't  repeat 
the  experiment. 

Perfect  summer  weather  greeted  us 
in  the  morning,  and  we  were  rejoiced  to 
find  a  nice  breeze  from  the  S.S.E.  and 
a  smooth  sea.  All  light  sails  were  set, 
but  in  spite  of  them  the  noonday  ob- 
servation showed  us  to  be  in  latitude 
41°  05',  longitude  43°  00',  and  our  lun 


CLOSE-HAULED,    IN   THE   GULF    STREAM. 


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OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


only  149  miles.  Toward  evening-  the 
wind  freshened,  and  on  the  horizon  we 
saw  a  large  schooner,  apparently  with 
no  head-sails  ;  but  she  was  too  far  off  to 
speak  her. 

The  breeze  freshened  during-  the 
night,  and  the  last  May  morning  found 
us  flying  along  through  smooth  seas 
and  carrying  all  plain  sail.  Occasional 
showers  were  met  with,  but  the  wind 
held  steady  and  took  us  232  miles  nearer 
the  Lizard,  to  latitude  41''  47',  longi- 
tude 38°  07'. 

We  passed  a  large  bark  about  5  p.  m. 
in  a  way  that  must  have  surprised  her, 
all  her  sails  drawing  well. 

June  began  with  a  cloudy  day  and 
moderate  breeze,  and,  as  the  day  ad- 
vanced, the  wind  again  left  us.  Fre- 
quent showers  were  drenching  us  most 
of  the  afternoon,  and  at  7:50  p.  m.  the 
wind  reached  us  from  N.  N.  W.,  when 
the  yacht  went  on  the  port  tack  for  the 
first  time  since  our  departure  (1,860 
miles  on  the  starboard  tack).  The  lati- 
tude^ 43*^  10',  longitude  33°  48',  and 
run,  213  miles,  were  found  at  noon  by 
dead  reckoning. 

The  2d  of  June  was  another  cloudy 
day  with  light  breeze,  and  some  haze, 
followed  by  showers,  to  our  great  dis- 
comfort. About  7  A.  M.  we  passed  a 
Norwegian  bark,  and,  at  10  a.  m.,  an- 
other, which  signaled  her  name  (H.  P. 
Q.  J.),  with  national  colors,  to  which  we 
responded  with  our  own  and  answering 
pennant.  Plain  sail  was  carried  all  day, 
and  a  glimpse  of  the  sun  at  noon  showed 
our  position  to  be  latitude  43°  40',  lon- 
gitude 29°  27',  and  the  run  196  miles. 

The  weather  had  cleared  during  the 
night,  and  morning  broke  with  a  very 
light  breeze  and  some  ground  swell. 
All  light  sails  were  set,  and  at  10  a.  m. 
they  were  reinforced  by  the  big  spin- 
naker in  our  effort  to  take  advantage  of 
every  breath  of  air.  In  spite  of  all, 
however,  the  noon  observation  showed 
us  to  be  in  latitude  43°  18',  longitude 
26''  48*,  and  our  run  only  120  miles,  a 
poor  showing  for  th©  twenty- four  hours. 
But  not  so  bad,  either,  when  we  remem- 
ber that  we  could  not  feel  a  breath  of 
air  on  deck  most  of  the  time.  In  the 
afternoon  the  breeze  freshened,  and  by 
evening  we  were  going  at  a  thirteen- 
and-a-half-knot  gait  (two  knots  in  eight 
and  one  half  minutes,  by  the  log 
and  watch).  The  breeze  held  favor- 
able all  night,  kicking  up  quite  a  nasty 


sea  and  making  it  a  trifle  difficult  to 
drop  off  to  sleep,  as  we  had  become 
accustomed  to  sleeping  with  the  vessel 
sailing  on  the  starboard  tack  and  were 
not  yet  used  to  being  rolled  the  other 
way. 

If  such  a  thing  as  an  uncomfortable 
day  could  be  spent  on  board  the  Yainpa, 
the  4th  of  June  would  have ,  been  it. 
The  morning  dawned  with  light  breeze, 
which  gradually  freshened.  From  8  p. 
M.  on  Thursday  to  noon  to-day  she  aver- 
aged only  two  and  seven-sixteenths 
knots  per  hour,  carrying  kites  and  plain 
sail.  The  wind  gradually  freshened  to 
a  moderate  gale,  and  we  flew  along 
under  reefed  fore  and  mainsails,  jib  and 
fore-staysails,  which  she  carried  com- 
fortably through  a  very  nasty,  heavy 
sea.  The  rain  fell  in  torrents.  The 
noon  sights  showed  us  to  be  in  latitude 
45^  15',  longitude  21°  50',  and  the  run 
to  have  been  247  miles. 

Our  spirits  were  cheered  next  morn- 
ing by  finding  decidedly  better  weather 
and  a  strong  wind  carrying  us  along  at 
a  terrific  rate.  At  noon  we  found  she 
had  made  the  enormous  run  oi  ji6  knots 
for  thetzvcnty-foitr  hours  on  our  course, 
and  the  ship  was  settling  down  to  her  old 
favorite  twelve-knot  gait,  which  she  held 
all  day.  The  water  was  smooth,  but 
going  through  it  at  that  rate  of  speed 
sent  the  spray  flying,  rendering  the 
decks  wet  and  sloppy,  and  we  were  sad 
at  the  prospect  of  our  jolly  party  being 
broken  up  soon.  The  day  was  made 
memorable  by  a  birthday  dinner  to 
Ches,  and  cigars  were  distributed  to  the 
crew.  The  dinner  was  quite  a  suc- 
cess, for  the  cooks  and  stewards  "laid 
themselves  out "  to  make  the  occasion 
a  memorable  one.  As  a  dessert,  a  most 
gorgeous  cake  was  brought  on,  deco- 
rated with  a  fine  red  windmill  and  placed 
in  front  of  the  honored  guest,  with  birth 
year  and  the  present  one  in  red  icing. 
As  v/e  lit  cigars  and  went  on  deck 
we  were  greeted  by  the  chirp  of  a  little 
swallow  from  the  land,  375  miles  out 
at  sea,  and  so  tired  !  It  sank  to  the 
deck  and  went  to  sleep  under  the  lee  of 
the  "  dinkey,"  refusing  to  be  coaxed  out 
by  crumbs  brought  by  Ches.  May  its 
arrival  be  a  harbinger  of  good  luck  for 
us  all  !  Our  position  at  noon  was  lati- 
tude 45*^  59',  longitude  15°  14',  and  285 
miles  nearer  the  coast. 

The  sixth  of  June  was  wet  and  sloppy 
in  the  morning,  but  it  brightened  and 


THE    YARN  OF  THE  "  YAM  PA. 


457 


the  sea  went  down  toward  afternoon. 
Our  little  bird  visitor  had  flown  away, 
but  later  in  the  day  another  of  the  same 
kind,  only  marked  differently,  fluttered 
down  into  the  captain's  room  through 
the  hatchway.  The  boatswain  brought 
it  up  on  deck,  and  as  it  was  completely 
exhausted  we  poured  a  few  drops  of 
sherry  down  its  throat  and  tried  to  coax 
life  back  into  it  with  crumbs.  It  lay  in 
the  bottom  of  the  boat  until  late  in  the 
afternoon,  when  it  suddenly  spread  its 
wings  and  flew  aloft,  soaring  about  the 
ship  for  a  long  time  and  finally  flutter- 
ing back  on  board  and  falling  to  the 
deck.  I  caught  it  and  laid  it  in  a  box 
with  perch  and  slats,  prepared  by  Sey- 
mour, intending  to  let  it  go  when  we 
neared  land.  At  noon  our  latitude,  47° 
50',  longitude  10°  23',  told  us  that  the 
run  was  228  miles,  and  that  ere  long  the 
land  would  be  in  sight. 

A  more  perfect  day  than  the  7th  was 
never  seen,  but  the  weather  was  very 
calm  and  the  sea  perfectly  glassy.  Our 
little  bird  had  died  during  the  night  and 
was  set  adrift  in  its  box.  After  dinner 
an  immense  fish  about  thirty  feet  long 
played  around  the  yacht.  It  looked  and 
"  blew  "  like  a  whale,  but  swam  on  its 
back  and  side  like  a  shark.  George 
called  it  a  "thrasher." 
ugly-looking  customer 
around  under  our  bow 
cutwater,  and  I, 


It  was  a  very 

as     it     rolled 

even  touching 

for   one,  was  re- 


lieved when  it  took  its  departure.  At 
noon  we  had  made  only  125  miles,  bring- 
ing us  to  latitude  48*^  44',  longitude  7*^  40'. 
The  eighth  began  with  a  moderate 
south-southeast  wind,  which    increased 


in  force  toward  noon.  At  about  6  a.  m. 
we  made  the  long-looked-for  Lizard, 
bearing  east-northeast  about  twenty 
iniles  away.  The  wee  speck  had  grown 
in  size  ere  long,  and  we  soon  saw  the 
green-covered  cliffs  of  "perfidious  Al- 
bion," growing  larger  every  minute. 
As  we  neared  the  coast  all  sorts  of  fish- 
ing vessels  came  into  view,  and  visions 
of  "fried  sole,  sauce  tartare,''  floated 
through  our  minds.  In  the  afternoon 
the  weather  changed  to  dark,  rainy  and 
thick,  with  strong  head  winds  (the  first 
since  leaving  home  !)  and  squalls.  The 
ship  was  sent  along  under  lower  sails. 

As  we  swung  in  nearer  the  shore, 
signal  stations  were  seen  on  the  tops  of 
the  cliffs.  We  set  our  ensign,  name- 
signal  and  colors  as  we  neared  one,  and 
on  receiving  the  answering  signal,  took 
the  time,  making  our  time  of  crossing 
the  Atlantic  to  England  (not  Ireland, 
where  times  of  other  vessels  are  taken) 
just  fifteen  days  fifteen  hours,  a  per- 
formance which,  so  far  as  I  have  been 
able  to  learn,  has  never  been  equaled 
by  any  yacht,  under  sail  only,  to  that 
point.  And  in  that  crossing  never  once 
w^ere  we  obliged  to  lack  ! 

In  the  afternoon  the  steward  reported 
that  there  was  a  piece  of  ice  about  as 
big  as  two  fists  remaining,  and  asked  for 
instructions  as  to  its  disposition.  He 
was  told  to  make  four  of  those  insid- 
ious but  seductive  concoctions  known 
as  "Manhattans,"  and,  with  them  raised 
aloft,  we  drank  a  bumper  to  the  memory 
of  the  jolliest,  luckiest,  and  smoothest 
crossing  of  the  Atlantic  in  a  yacht  that 
four  mortals  ever  had. 


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"THE   barkers"    at   WEST    POINT,    POINTED    UP-STREAM. 


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BY    A.    H.    GODFREY. 


1 


HAVE  no  hesi- 
tation, general 
belief  to  the 
contrary  not- 
withstanding in  as- 
severating, that 
the  western  shore 
of  the  Hudson  is 
far  more  interest- 
ing from  a  ram- 
bler's point  of  view 
than  the  eastern, 
for,  while  the  latter 
has  been  modern- 
ized, trimmed  and 
improved  into  a 
string  of  busy 
towns,  inter- 
spersed  by  park-like  stretches,  the  coun- 
try on  the  opposite  side  of  the  river  has, 
for  the  most  part,  been  left  much  of 
its  pristine  naturalness,  the  series  of 
woodlands  being  broken  only  at  long 
intervals  at  points  near  the  river's  brink. 
To  the  nature  lover,  therefore,  the 
western  shore  of  the  great  river  is  pe- 
culiarly attractive.  Here  he  can  saunter 
and  feast  his  eyes  on  form  and  color  and 
study  the  elements  that  reveal  tints  in 
the  landscape,  and,  like  the  world-famous 


TOWER   OF   VICTORY, 
NEWBURGH. 


artistic  interpreter  of  nature,  the  mod 
ern  Van  Dyke,  revel  in  the  beauty  which 
is  everyone's  untaxed  heritage. 

It  was  reasons  such  as  these  that 
prompted  the  writer  and  a  couple  of 
friends  to  throw  business  cares  to  the 
winds,  put  a  change  of  linen,  some  toilet 
articles  and  a  map  or  two  into  luggage 
carriers  that  strapped  neatly  on  our  bi- 
cycle handle-bars,  have  our  wheels  care- 
fully overhauled,  and,  lining  our  pockets 
with  a  few  greenbacks,  start  out  to  "  go 
somewhere."  There  was  also  a  lady 
in  the  case,  who  could  not  be  persuaded 
to  stay  at  home  when  a  trip  to  the  Cats- 
kills  was  decided  upon,  and  I  don't 
break  confidence  by  confessing  that  the 
three  masculine  members  of  the  party 
were  on  more  than  one  occasion  during 
the  trip  mightily  pleased  to  have  her 
along.  In  the  first  place  her  ladyship 
showed  a  natural  instinct  to  hunt  out 
desirable  people  en  route  when  either 
reliable  information  or  any  of  the  crea- 
ture comforts  were  in  demand,  and,, 
secondly,  her  temperament  under  diffi- 
culties was  a  lesson  to  imperious  man. 

Some  of  our  party  had  already  made 
the  trip  from  New  York  to  the  Tappan 
Zee  through   the   country  back  of  the 


UP   TO    THE   CATSKILLS  AWHEEL. 


459 


Palisades,  described  in  Outing  for  July, 
and  so,  for  our  present  trip,  we  agreed 
to  meet  at  the  quaint  old  French  hos- 
telry near  the  ferry  in  Nyack  and  make 
our  start  from  there  after  an  early  break- 
fast. 

It  was  a  grand  morning  ;  the  air  was 
crisp  and  clear,  and  the  sun  looked 
as  though  he  meant  business  for  two  or 
three  days  at  least.  We  had  intended 
to  take  Highland  avenue  and  climb 
around  the  face  of  Hook  Mountain  and 
then  proceed  along  the  eastern  shore  of 
Rockland  Lake  ;  but,  on  putting  it  to 
the  vote,  it  was  unanimously  deemed 
unwise  to  open  the  trip  by  toiling  up 
heavy  grades  that  would  only  bring  us 
into  the  town  of  Congers,  which,  to- 
gether with  the  lake,  are  not  particu- 
larly interesting  except  to  visitors  of  the 
picnicker  brand.  We  therefore  wheeled 
out  along  Main  street  and  took  the  turn- 
pike to  West  Nyack,  and  then  followed 
the  road  north  for  a  little  distance  pa- 
rallel to  the  Hackensack  River. 

From  here  we  trundled  our  wheels 
over  to  a  picturesque  old  mill  at  a  spot 
which  for  upwards  of  a  couple  of  cen- 
turies has  been  known  as  Pye's  Corners, 
though  why  Corners  is  not  apparent, 
unless  the  sharp  turn  in  the  stream 
occasioned  by  the  crumbling  old  dam 


gave  the  place  its  name.  Artists  ra\'e 
over  this  spot,  for  here  no  mill-wheel 
has  clanked  for  nearly  fifty  years,  and 
rank  weeds  and  lily  pads  now  run  not 
over  the  placid  surface  of  the  mill-race. 
In  the  very  center  of  the  dam  still 
stands  a  weather-beaten  old  tree-trunk, 
about  whose  roots  the  water  rushed  for 
a  century  at  least.  .High  overhead  the 
hemlocks  and  the  button-wood  trees 
arch  their  branches  so  densely  that 
scarce  any  sunlight  filters  through. 
Here  one  realizes  the  neglect  and  ruin 
that  has  overtaken  this  entire  region. 
Everything  seems  to  have  run  to  seed. 
A  century  ago  thrifty  Dutch  and  Hu- 
guenot farmers  tilled  the  land  here- 
abouts and  made  the  whole  valley 
blossom,  but  they  have  long  since  de- 
parted, and  their  descendants,  who  cut 
up  the  property  into  so-called  town  lots, 
hoping  to  realize  a  fortune  much  more 
rapidly  than  their  forbears  had  ever 
dreamed  of,  have  suffered  from  the  in- 
evitable relapse  that  follows  hard  upon 
all  land  booms  and  have  left  the  old 
houses  and  stone  walls  to  decay..  But 
the  weeds  and  the  wild  flowers,  the 
trailing  grapevines,  and  the  bits  of 
crumbling  stone  that  protrude  at  inter- 
vals make  the  spot  peculiarly  pictur- 
esque, and  so  we  are  glad  we  visited  it. 


AMONG    THE    BERRY    I'ICKKRS.       {p.   4O4.) 


46o 


OUTING  FOR    AUGUST. 


The  Ridge  Road,  'twixt  High  and 
Little  Tor,  afforded  fair  to  indifferent 
wheeling  until  we  emerged  from  the 
cove  immediately  above  the  point  where 
the  British  spy,  Major  Andre,  made  his 
landing  on  September  21,  1780,  prior  to 
his  meeting  with  the  traitor,  Benedict 
Arnold,  in  the  woods  adjacent.  Here 
the  bargain  was  made  for  the  deliver- 
ance into  English  hands  of  the  West 
Point  forts,  and  then  the  pair  adjourned 
for  breakfast  to  the  house  of  Joshua 
Hett  Smith,  which  still  stands  on  what 
is  now  called  Treason  Hill,  overlooking 
the  brick-making  town  of  Haverstraw. 

To  view  the  old  house,  we  passed  by 
the  town  drinking-fountain  on  Broad- 
way, then  crossed  the  railroad,  beyond 
which  we  turned  right  on  the  main  road 
to  Stony  Point.  The  Treason  House, 
with  its  balcony  in  front,  from  which 


THE   TREASON    HOUSE   AT    HAVERSTRAW. 

the  conspirators  watched  the  British 
frigate  Vulture  fired  upon,  is  built  of 
stone,  stuccoed,  the  white  plaster  peel- 
ing off  in  places.  Its  present  occupant, 
like  the  house,  is  fast  showing  the 
marks  of  age,  and  some  day,  I  suppose, 
the  modern  improver  will  come  along 
and  erect  a  cardboard  chalet  on  the 
historic  spot. 

The  old  battle-ground  is  a  most  in- 
teiesting  spot,  and  when  fortified  was 
known  as  "  Little  Gibraltar."  The  rocky 
headland  has  proved  a  mine  of  wealth 
■to  searchers  after  Revolutionary  relics, 
and  many  rusty  old  sword  blades,  mus- 
ket barrels,  flint  locks,  spurs  and  other 
military  impedimenta  have  been  found 
there,  bearing  mute  evidence  to  the 
gallant   Anthony   Wayne's   memorable 


assault  and  victory  on  the  morning  of 
July  16,  1779. 

From  the  battle-ground  the  highway 
follows  the  shore  line  past  the  old 
King's  Ferry  and  presently  tends  down- 
ward to  Tompkin's  Cove,  and  is  mac- 
adamized all  the  way.  The  ferry  was 
formerly  of  much  importance,  and  it 
was  from  the  Verplanck's  Point  battery 
opposite  that  the  guns  opened  fire  on 
the  frigate  ViUtiire,  already  mentioned, 
compelling  it  to  drop  down  the  river, 
thereby  necessitating  Major  Andre 
crossing  in  an  open  boat  to  the  eastern 
shore  and  walking  toward  the  British 
lines,  all  of  which  resulted  in  his  capture 
just  above  Tarrytown  with  the  incrim- 
inating plans  in  the  soles  of  his  boots. 

War  and  rumors  of  war  again  to-day 
form  the  subject  of  many  a  wayside 
gossip.  The  reading  of  the  Spanish 
war  news  over  the  field  fence  more  than 
once  offered  material  for  our  camera. 

The  ride  down  into  the  sequestered 
village  of  Tompkin's  Cove  was  delight- 
ful, the  surface  of  the  road  being  good 
and  densely  shaded.  The  inhabitants 
of  the  humbler  sort  are  given  to  com- 
pleting their  toilet  outdoors,  and  we 
noticed  that  the  village  barber-shop 
was  in  full  swing  in  a  back  yard,  a  tree 
trunk  serving  as  the  agony  lounge,  and 
the  common  towel  hanging  over  a  con- 
venient branch.  We  saved  a  return 
climb  up  through  the  old  village  by 
walking  a  short  distance  along  the  rail- 
road track,  until  we  struck  the  shore 
road,  a  smoothly  macadamized  avenue 
well  shaded  and  skirting  the  river  until 
it  degenerated  into  a  hilly,  sandy,  and 
rocky  path  fenced  along  the  cliffside  as 
it  approached  Joines'  Point,  more  pop- 
ularly known  as  the  place  where  Cap- 
tain Kidd's  ill-gotten  -treasure  is  sup- 
posed to  have  been  secreted  near  the 
foot  of  the  Dunderberg  Mountain. 
Along  this  road  are  placed  at  intervals 
several  charming  cottages,  some  like 
beehives  stuck  on  the  hillside  and 
reached  by  steep  flights  of  stone  steps, 
and  others- almost  buried  in  roses.  It 
was  about  here  that  we  satisfied  our- 
selves as  to  what  becomes  of  old  cart- 
wheels. We  had  seen  worn-out  grand 
pianos  utilized  as  beds  by  followers  of 
Arabi  Pasha  in  Egypt,  and  had  positive 
evidence  of  where  at  least  one  mule 
departed  this  life,  but  as  to  the  finis  of 
cart-wheels  we  had  no  notion  until  we 
saw  them   doing  duty  as  drying  racks 


UP  TO    THE  CATS  KILLS  AWHEEL. 


461 


for  milk  cans  in  the  barnyards  along  the 
roads  in  this  section.  At  Kidd's  Point 
the  sandhills  have  been  dug  into  and 
cut  away  by  wholesale,  and  the  cement 
diggers  are  still  shoveling  near  the 
apex  of  the  landslide,  slipping  gradu- 
ally downward  in  the  soft  earth  which 
they  have  themselves  caused  to  crum- 
ble. They  look  not  unlike  flies  sliding 
down  a  brown  window-pane. 

Just  as  I  was  flattering  myself  on 
making  good  time  after  the  expedition 
over  the  rocky  road  to  the  landing,  snap 
went  the  flat  steel  spring  of  my  saddle, 
and  the  fence  and  myself  scraped  ac- 
quaintance. My  reinforced  forks  stood 
the  test  without  a  scar,  and  so  I  am 
here  to  tell  about  it. 

Things  looked  blue  just  for  a  few  mo- 
ments, and  I  thought  I  might  as  well 
forego  the  rest  of  the  trip  and  distribute 
my  toilet  articles  and  shaving  material 
among  the  masculine  branch  of  the 
party,  and  my  temper  had  not  improved 
by  the  time  I  had  assured  at  least  half  a 
dozen  inquisitive  natives  that  my  saddle 
was  actually  smashed  and  unriclable. 

The  Wilkinson  brothers  came  nobly 
to  the  rescue,  however,  with  a  chunk  of 
hard  rubber  cut  out  of  an  old  carriage 
tire,  and  another  Christian  friend  help- 
ing with  a  length  of  hay- baling  wire,  I 
slipped  the  front  portion  of  the  flat 
spring  under  the  clip,  bound  the  rubber 
on  the  post  and  the  saddle  on  top,  and 
was  soon  showing  off  a  few  of  my  pet 
stunts  for  the  edification  of  the  com- 
munity. I  straightway  commenced  to 
bless  the  inventor  for  inducing  me  to 
have  the  saddle  moulded  to  fit  me,  as. 
Math  the  block  of  rubber  underneath  to 
obviate  any  serious  vibration,  the  seat 
was  as  comfortable  as  it  had  ever  been. 

To  avoid  wading  over  the  marshes 
behind  lona  Island,  we  trained  past  this 
famous  picnic  resort  to  the  foot  of  the 
rocks  at  old  Fort  Montgomery.  Here 
the  Poplopen  Creek  empties  into  the 
Hudson,  and  back,  inland,  can  still  be 
seen  the  place  where  the  chain  was 
forged  that  in  1777  was  stretched  across 
the  river  to  prevent  the  British  ships 
sailing  by. 

We  were  now  in  the  very  heart  of  the 
Highlands  of  the  Hudson,  the  mount- 
ains clothed  in  green  verdure  to  their 
summits.  The  growth  seems  to  exist 
on  very  sparse  soil,  as  for  the  most  part 
the  faces  of  the  cliffs  seem  denuded  of 
anything  like  loam,    in    which  a  good- 


ONE   OF   THE   INQUISITIVE   NATIVES.      {p.  461.) 

sized  tree  could  find  root.  No  habita- 
tions could  find  a  resting  place  on  their 
steep  sides,  and  they  are  seemingly  in- 
accessible to  cliff  climbers  from  the 
river.  From  the  depot  at  the  river  edge 
we  trundled  our  wheels  up  to  the 
country  road  back  of  Montgomery  vil- 
lage, and  found  delightful  wheeling  on  a 
fine  highway  past  many  handsome  resi- 
dences and  private  enclosures,  such  as 
the  homes  of  the  Pells,  the  Morgans,  the 
Tracys,  the  Roes  and  the  Bigelows.  Just 
above  the  Buttermilk  Falls  stands  the 
"  Benny  Haven  "  place,  which  so  many 


THE    FINIS    OF    A    CARTWHEEL.       (/.    460.] 


462 


OUTING  FOR   AUGUST. 


Washington's  headquarters,  newburgh.     {p.  464.) 


old  West  Pointers  bear  in  grateful  mem- 
ory on  account  of  the  jolly  times  they 
spent  under  its  roof.  Directly  opposite, 
the  Sugar  Loaf  Mountain  rises  sharply 
defined,  and  from  the  veranda  of  the 
spacious  hotel  at  Cranston's  we  could  see 
for  miles  up  and  down  the  gorge  and 
across  a  plateau  out  of  which  cropped 
peak  after  peak. 

None  of  our  party  will  ever  forget  the 
sunset  of  that  evening.  As  the  orb  of 
day  gradually  sank  behind  Bear  Hill  the 
mountains  about  were  tipped  with  gold, 
and  ultimately  the  Bear  itself  took  on  a 
halo  of  fire.  Then  came  twilight  while 
we  were  smoking  our  post-prandial 
cigars,  and  the  silence  was  broken  only 
by  the  occasional  laughter  of  some 
guests  playing  hide-and-seek  among  the 
lower  crags  and  the  surging  of  the  water 
way  down  the  gorge.  Then  a  bright 
silvery  sheen  began  to  flit  about  the 
crests  of  the  hills,  and  later  a  glorious 
flood  of  brilliant  light  enveloped  every- 
thing. The  moonlight  was  dazzling  in 
its  intensity,  and  to  escape  it  we  walked 
down  to  the  river's  brink,  where  we 
hoped  to  see  more  wonderful  effects. 
And  we  were  not  disappointed,  for  the 
light  discovered  many  new  crevices  and 
crannies  in  the  cliff  sides,  and  every 
little  tuft  of  vegetation  seemed  to  stand 
out  from  its  hiding  place  like  a  ball  of 
silver   fleece.     How   long   some    of    us 


stayed  down  there  I  don't  remember, 
but  it  must  have  been  one  of  the  small 
hours  of  the  morning  before  any  of  us 
retired. 

On  another  night  on  our  return  trip 
we  saw  this  gorge  under  entirely 
changed  conditions,  for  then  a  brief 
storm  passed  over  the  section,  and  there 
was  no  moon  to  lighten  up  the  scene. 
As  the  wind  roared  through  the  ravine 
and  lashed  the  current  into  a  fury,  the 
atmosphere  in  the  gorge  became  as 
black  as  ink,  so  that  it  required  no  great 
stretch  of  the  imagination  to  liken  it  to 
an  oblong  table,  the  towering  crags 
about  it  taking  on  the  likeness  of  huge 
monsters  gathered  in  congress.  Anon 
the  stars  came  out,  and  from  the  bottom 
of  the  gorge  we  looked  aloft  and  saw  the 
sky,  like  a  streamer  of  blue  silk  ribbon, 
all  bespangled  with  scintillating  gems. 
Ever  and  anon  we  would  start  at  sight 
of  a  spectre  ship  that  flitted  by  and 
then  disappeared  in  the  gloom,  this 
effect  resulting  from  the  rays  of  the 
electric  lights  ashore  striking  the  sails  of 
sloops  passing  up  and  down  the  river. 

We  did  the  military  post  at  West 
Point  thoroughly,  and  her  ladyship  ex- 
pressed herself  as  quite  satisfied  to  re- 
main at  this  park-like  reservation,  with 
its  castellated  edifices  and  toy  batteries, 
until  her  convoys  returned  from  the 
Catskills.      She    was     everywhere    and 


UP  TO    THE   CATSKILLS  AWHEEL. 


463 


saw  everything,  from  the  round  tower 
at  the  entrance  to  the  escarpment  above 
the  seacoast  fortification  where  the  line 
of  barkers  stand  with  their  muzzles 
pointed  upstream.  She  copied  the  in- 
scriptions on  the  battle  monument,  and 
at  the  Cadet  barracks  had  the  temerity 
to  audibly  express  her  opinion  of  a  mar- 
tinet who,  at  the  moment,  happened  to 
be  sternly  reprimanding  a  refractory 
youngster.  At  the  gate  her  ladyship 
inveigled  the  sergeant  on  duty  to  tell 
her  all  about  his  life  at  the  post  and 
gained  information  on  a  host  of  subjects 
which  her  male  companions  would  never 
have  dreamed  of.  Had  there  been  time 
I  have  no  doubt  the  little  madam  would 
have  tasted  the  inedicines  at  the  hospital 
and  inscribed  her  name  in  the  Bible  on 
the  chapel  reading  desk.  At  Trophy 
Point  we  had  to  literally  tear  her  away 
from  a  group  of  young  officers  whose 
pronounced  politeness  had  delighted  her. 
On  our  ride  down  the  hill  a  steamer's 
whistle  was  heard,  and  we  raced  to 
catch  what  we  thought  was  the  boat 
rwhich  we  intended  to  take  as  far  as 
Cornwall.  We  got  to  the  dock  just  after 
the  steamer  pulled  out  and  were  rather 
pleased  than  otherwise  that  we  were  too 
late,  for  the  Grand  Republic  had  upward 
of  four  thousand  souls  on  board. 


From  Cornwall  through  New  Windsor 
to  Newburgh  we  had  a  charming  ride, 
passing  "  Idlewild,"  kept  by  its  present 
owner  as  trim  and  cozy  as  when  the 
poet,  Nathaniel  P.  Willis,  occupied  it  as  a 
quiet  retreat.  Nearby  the  old  home  of 
the  novelist,  Roe,  still  stands,  but  neg- 
lected and  wanting  a  tenant,  and  up  on 
the  face  of  vStorm  King  we  could  just 
discern  the  pretty  cottage  where  Amelia 
Barr  writes  the  interesting  stories  which 
net  her  a  large  income. 

A  detour  from  Cornwall  afforded  us  a 
charming  ride  along  the  Moodna  Glen 
road,  which  passes  through  a  labyrinth 
of  grottos  and  sylvan  groves.  At  New 
Windsor  we  saw  the  Ellison  House, 
where,  in  June,  1779,  General  Washing- 
ton came  near  being  captured  through 
treachery.  Back  of  New  Windsor  was 
the  camp  of  the  major  body  of  Ameri- 
can troops,  and  here  Generals  Knox  and 
Lafayette  held  their  commands. 

No  prettier  sight  presented  itself  to 
our  eyes  on  this  trip  than  the  city  of 
Newburgh  as  it  lay  terraced  on  the 
sloping  hillside  of  the  beautiful  bay.  At 
the  river  edge  miles  of  wharves  and 
warehouses  lined  along  a  network  of 
railroad  tracks,  and,  higher  up,  broad, 
shady  avenues,  bordered  by  handsome 
residences,  massive  hotels  like  the  Pala- 


ALMOST    BURIED    IN    ROSES.       { J> .   460.) 


464 


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tine,  and  others,  cozier  and  more  demo- 
cratic, like  the  Dell  house,  where  we 
quaffed  foaming-  flagons  of  nut-brown 
Piel.  We  had  for  escort  our  friend  Mr. 
Keef,  editor  of  that  bright  and  enter- 
prising newspaper,  the  Newburgh  News, 
and  were  shown  everything  in  and  about 
the  city,  including-  the  Glebe  School,  St, 
Mary's  Academy,  the  library,  the  City 
Club  of  the  socially  prominent,  and  other 
club-houses,  where  the  local  sportsmen 
most  do  congregate,yachtsmen,  canoeists 
and  ice-skaters  being  in  the  majority. 

At  the  Washington  Headquarters  we 
were  charmingly  entertained  by  Super- 
intendent Martin,  a  war- scarred  veteran 
of  most  courteous  bearing  and  of  wide 
intelligence.  To  him  we  are  indebted 
for  the  beautiful  picture  of  the  great 
General's  home,  p.  462.  In  the  room  with 
the  seven  doors  and  only  one  window  our 
guide  enthusiastically  explained  in  mi- 
nute detail  every  object  of  interest,  from 
the  gold  watch  which  Martha  Custis 
wore  to  the  cJievaux-de-frtse  that  years 
ago  were  dragged  up  from  the  river-bed, 
and  the  Hessian  boot  that  hangs  on  the 
wall.  Here  you  can  sit  in  Washington's 
chair  and  recline  on  Clinton's  lounge, 
or  play  on  the  spinet  the  music  of  which 
must  have  lulled  many  a  brave  soldier 
to  sleep  while  a  guest  of  the  father  of 
this  land. 

After  a  night's  sleep  in  Newburgh, 
we  pushed  on  to  Highland  Village, 
where  the  Poughkeepsie  Bridge  spans 
the  Hudson,  and  from  thence  to  King- 
ston, which  overlooks  the  sequestered 
hamlet  of  Rondout  and  the  creek  of 
the  same  name.  About  four  miles  from 
the  headquarters  just  described,  w^e 
passed  the  '*  Balm-of-Gilead  tree,"  at  the 
junction  of  five  roads  in  Balmville,  and 
thence  found  splendid  wheeling,  with 
quite  some  coasting,  over  smooth  mac- 
adam into  Middle  Hope,  where  the  Hes- 
sian trooper,  whose  boot  has  already 
been  mentioned,  stopped  to  throw  aside 
his  clumsy  footgear,  in  exchange  for 
lighter  Yankee  shoe-leather.  From  this 
point  north  we  plunged  into  a  maze  of 
grapevines  and  strawberry-patches,  and 
at  old  man  Welch's  place,  near  Marl- 
borough, our  camera  fiend  got  in  his 
fine  work.  There  were  tons  of  the  lus- 
cious fruit  all  about  us,  and  hundreds  of 
berry-pickers  were  met  or  seen  in  the 
fields  or  on  the  roadways.  The  farmers 
give  forth  no  visible  sign  of  wealth,  but 
every  now  and  then  one  of  them  dies, 


and  then  the  neighbors  find  out  that  he 
has  hoarded  up  a  little  matter  of  $50,000 
as  a  result  of  his  efforts  in  the  fruit- 
growing industry.  The  Lattingtown 
road  into  Highland  is  a  noble  highway^ 
embowered  in  trees  for  a  great  portion 
of  its  length,  and  from  it  many  charm- 
ing views  can  be  obtained,  as  I  person- 
ally found  by  making  the  detour.  At 
Milton  we  prevailed  upon  her  ladyship 
to  take  the  train  to  the  bridge,  so  as  -to 
escape  the  rocky  and  sandy  paths  in 
that  vicinity,  and  before  we  boys  got 
through  following  the  telegraph  poles 
we  regretted  that  we  had  not  accompa- 
nied her. 

As  w^e  were  riding  down  the  glen  to 
the  landing  a  trolley  car  whizzed  by  us, 
and  in  a  moment  afterwards  there  was 
a  crash  and  a  crunch  as  it  left  the 
tracks  and  made  a  charge  for  the  creek. 
Becoming  temporarily  fixed  at  the 
rocky  edge  it  stopped  long  enough  to 
allow  the  scared  occupants  to  jump  for 
terra  firma,  and  then  we  got  the  giddy 
runaway  into  the  focus  of  our  iens  just 
as  it  was  on  the  point  of  toppling  into 

The  road  from  Highland  to  West 
Park  was  in  good  order  most  of  the 
way,  and  we  took  advantage  of  the  easy 
down  grades  to  rest  our  feet  on  the 
coasters  for  several  miles,  while  passing 
under  the  tall  trees  that  stand  sentinels 
along  the  boundaries  of  the  Brookman, 
Gill,  Butterfield  and  Burroughs  estates. 
At  West  Park  we  rode  through  a  ravine 
the  grandeur  of  which  is  beyond  me  to 
describe,  and  then  we  crossed  the  Black 
Creek,  near  a  pretty  cascade,  the  cool 
waters  of  which  we  found  most  refresh- 
ing. We  could  hardly  make  out  Esopus 
for  foliage,  and  we  voted  this  village 
and  its  roads  about  as  pleasing  as  one 
could  wish  to  find.  All  about  are  trout 
ponds  and  rivulets  where  embryo  Wal- 
tons  love  to  tarry,  and  scattered  about 
in  the  vales  and  gullies  are  the  snug 
cottage  homes  which  shelter  artists  in- 
numerable. At  Crum  Elbow  we  again 
overlooked  the  river,  and  truly  it  was  a 
noble  prospect  that  met  our  gaze.  We 
were  repaid  for  the  climbing  and  tramp- 
ing we  had  undergone,  and  we  would 
not  have  missed  it  for  anything.  Be- 
tween township  boundaries  the  roads 
are  poor,  and  even  over  the  borders 
they  have  a  peculiar  method  of  dump- 
ing heaps  of  sharp  trap  rock  and  leav- 
ing it  unrolled   for  vehicles  and    way- 


UP  TO    THE   CATS  KILLS  AWHEEL. 


465 


farers  to  flatten  it  down.  But  the 
grass  made  a  decent  surface  at  times, 
and  so  we  did  not  grumble.  The  twin 
Mirror  Lakes  lay  shimmering  in  the 
sunlight  under  the  lee  of  overhanging 
mountains  on  the  plateau  overlooking 
Esopus  Lighthouse,  and  then,  just  to  be 
odd,  we  here  left  the  main  highway 
and  took  the  shore  road,  which  became 
a  series  of  sylvan  dells,  though  very 
hilly,  I  niust  confess,  all  the  way  into 
Port  Ewen,  where  the  old  chain  ferry- 
■boat  took  us  across  the  creek  into 
Rondout.  Theodore  Relyea,  the  ferry- 
man, and  his  father  before  him,  have 
operated  this  ferry  by  steamer  for  up- 
w^ards  of  forty  years,  a  chain  passing- 
around  drums  set  in  the  bottom  of  the 
boat,  where  there  is  also  an  antiquated 
old  engine  and  boiler  which  supply 
the  power.  Parties  taking  on  board  a 
greater  weight  than  two  tons  do  so  at 
their  own  risk,  and  so  we  were  safe  at 
any  rate.  John  Slater  is  said  to  have 
purchased  the  ferry-right  from  the  In- 
dians, and  he  was  ninety-six  years  old 
when  he  died,  his  son  Isaac  continuing 
the  business  vmtil  death  took  him  at 
■close  upon  the  same  age.  The  antiquity 
of  the  ferry  can,  therefore,  be  reason- 
ably approximated. 

Rondout  and  Kingston  were  found 
most  interesting,  the  prettiest  old  inn, 
the  Kingston  House,  at  which  we 
stopped,  being  one  of  the  few  buildings 
which  the  British  soldiers  failed  to 
destroy  when  they  set  the  torch  to 
everything  on  which  they  could  lay 
their  hands.  The  oaken  beams  in  the 
cellar  are  charred,  and  the  stone  walls 
of  the  edifice  are  in  places  about  three 
feet  thick.  The  snug  bar  parlors,  cute 
little  bar,  hallways  and  winding  stair- 
cases, remind  one  of  just  such  old  hostel- 
ries  in  England,  and  the  creaking  old 
sign  which  swings  over  the  porch  en- 
hances the  likeness.  The  Senate  House 
and  the  gray  old  church  attracted  us, 
and  we  could  easily  have  used  up  a  hun- 
dred plates  on  the  many  curious  old 
buildings  in  which  the  first  families  are 
housed.  The  streets  are  either  paved 
with  round  stones  or  covered  with  a 
deep  coating  of  fine  white  dust,  which 
changes  to  a  choice  quality  of  mud  the 
moment  a  sprinkler  passes  over  it,  and 
one  of  these  must  have  passed  over 
them  directly  ahead  of  our  procession. 
What  the  town  sprinkler  had  missed 
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KIDD'S    rock,    JONES  POIMT.       (/>.  460.) 

hose  pipes  which 
they  held  in  their 
hands  and  kept 
pointed  at  us, 
although  only  for 
the  fun  of  the 
thing,  as  in  no 
instance  did  they 
permit  the  water 
to  reach  our 
wheels  or  cloth- 
ing. They  are  a 
quiet  and  refined 
lot  of  people,  are 
the  Kingstonians, 
and  most  of 
them  have  made 
an  independence 
cement-  making, 
bluestone  mining,  or  coal  shipping,  or 
as  a  result  of  their  interest  in  the  vari- 
ous transportation  lines,  river  and  rail, 
that  center  here.  The  best  view  of  the 
twin  towns  is  from  the  ferry  boat  that 
crosses  to  Rhinecliff,  for  then  a  full 
view  is  obtained  of  the  ivy-clad  houses 
piled  up  on  the  cliffs,  the  rocky  promon- 
tory of  Kingston  Point,  and  the  long 
breakwaters  that  stretch  far  into  the 
stream. 

We  were  now  within  sight  of  the 
Catskill  Mountains,  and  were  impatient 
to  get  at  them.  But  for  the  present 
we  had  no  desire  to  climb  their  dizzy 
heights,  for  we  realized  that  to  do  them 
properly  one  would  need  to  ramble 
about  them  for  at  least  two  weeks.  On 
the  advice  of  our  kindly  host,  Mr. 
Cronk,  we  therefore  wheeled  out  of 
Kingston  by  Albany  avenue,  and  found 


READING   THE    WAR    NEWS.       {p.  460  , 


it  as  smooth  as  a  billiard-table,  and 
charmingly  shaded  fcr  a  greater  part 
of  the  six-mile  run  to  the  double  cas- 
cade at  Glenerie. 

Our  ride  from  this  point  to  the  pretty 
town  of  Saugerties  was  a  series  of  sur- 
prises in  the  matter  of  mountain  views, 
for  at  every  turn  in  the  road  some  new 
majestic  beauty  was  spread  out  before 
us,  and  the  mammoth  hotels  on  the 
higher  elevations  were  always  in  plain 
sight.  But  we  had  accomplished  our 
task,  and  as  we  watched  the  stages  haul 
their  animated  loads  up  the  steep  grades 
of  the  clove  road  on  their  arduous  climb 
to  the  mountain  top  we  knew  that  we 
must  not  follow.  Reluctantly  we  turned 
our  wheels  south  again,  and,  waving 
adieu  to  the  massive  and  ponderous 
crags  and  the  sparkling  Esopus  Creek, 
which  here  tortu- 
ously winds  down- 
ward to  the  grand 
old  river,  we 
wheeled  back  to 
Kingston,  taking 
the  safe  an  d 
speedy  steamer 
Mary  Powell  from 
that  point  to  New 
York,  thus  finish- 
ing what  each  and 
every  one  in  our 
party  will  remem- 
ber as  one  of  the 
most  interesting, 
healthful,  and  en- 
joyable tours  in 
our  experience. 


THE    CASCADES    AT    GLENERIE.       {p.  466.) 


BY    M.    GERTRUDE    CUNDILL. 


I  WAS  lazily  smoking-  in  Grant's 
rooms,  waiting  for  him  to  finish  a 
letter.  I  strolled  about  as  one  does, 
examining  the  different  photographs 
and  books,  and  idly  speculated  as  to 
what  the  different  curios  on  the  mantel- 
piece alone  must  have  cost.  It  struck 
me  as  odd  that  next  to  a  bit  of  priceless 
china,  there  should  be  a  tiny  shabby 
glass  shade,  underneath  which  lay,  on  a 
piece  of  withered  spruce,  a  large  salmon- 

fly- 

"  What  has  this  Jock  Scott  done  to 
receive  such  honor  ?  Has  it  caught 
most  of  your  salmon,  and  so  earned  a 
rest  ?  "  for  I  noticed  the  barb  was  rusty 
and  the  gut  somewhat  frayed. 

Grant  gave  an  impatient  shrug.  "  Oh, 
leave  it  alone,  can't  you  ?  I  never  saw 
such  an  inquisitive  chap." 

I  threw  myself  on  the  lounge  and  took 
up  a  paper  satisfied  I  had  recalled  some 
unpleasant  memory.  Grant  was  a  friend 
of  but  recent  date ;  nevertheless,  as  a  rule, 
we  pulled  well  together,  for  we  had  in- 
terests in  common — a  firm  foundation 
upon  which  to  build. 

He  finished  his  letter,  and  stood  by 
the  window,  looking  out  in  the  moonlit 
street.     Then  he  faced  about. 

"  You  wouldn't  take  me  for  a  senti- 
mental fellow,  would  you,  Brinton  ?  " 

I  looked  at  the  keen  gray  eyes,  the 
firm,  somewhat  heavy  chin,  and  the 
mouth,  that  did  not  belie  the  strain  of 
selfishness  of  which  I  had  heard  Grant 
accuse  himself. 

"  No,  candidly,  I  wouldn't ;  though  I 
suppose  every  one  has  his  share  of 
sentiment,  however  small." 

"  True  enough.  That  Jock  Scott  is 
the  proof  of  my  possessing  it,  and 
that  is  why  I  came  down  on  you  just 
now." 

I  said  nothing.  Silence  is  the  best 
incentive  to  the  raking  forth  of  reminis- 
cences. And  Grant,  seating  himself  on 
the  low  window-seat,  took  the  bait. 

"  It's  about  two  years  ago  now.  The 
weather  was  awfull)^  hot,  and  George 
Carruthers  asked  me  down  to  their  salm- 


on river  for  a  fortnight.  I  jumped  at 
the  chance,  though  my  ardor  rather 
cooled  when  I  heard  his  mother  and 
sister  were  to  be  of  the  party.  I  was 
even  worse  then  than  I  am  now  about 
putting  myself  out  for  other  people,  and 
at  all  events  I  had  never  cared,  from  my 
cradle,  for  girls'  society.  Women  gen- 
erally bored  me,  perhaps  because  I  had 
never  tried  to  know  them.  However,  a 
few  days  down  the  St.  Lawrence 
sounded  pleasant.  I  overhauled  my 
rods,  packed  my  traps  and  off  we  went. 

The  trip  was  hot  and  dusty.  There 
is  a  tedious  similarity  all  along  the  line, 
and  I  was  glad  that  half  our  journey,  or 
nearly  so,  was  done  by  night.  Carruthers 
and  I  smoked  all  the  way  down,  and 
almost  the  first  words  I  addressed  to  his 

sister  were  as  we  neared  R and  she 

joined  us  on  the  back  platform  for  a 
whiff  of  salt  air,  she  said.  She  was  well- 
:  dressed  and  seemed  ordinarily  intel- 
ligent and  fond  of  George.     That  is  all 

I  noticed  then.      R is   very  much 

like  the  ordinary  run  of  French  Canadian 
places.  Nothing  much  in  it  but  the 
cathedral  and  convent,  both  occupying 
the  best  sites,  of  course,  and  straggling 
rows  of  houses,  neither  built  for  use  nor 
ornament,  as  far  as  I  could  judge.  The 
Carruthers'  river  runs  into  the  St.  Law- 
rence close  beside  the  town  and  is  ex- 
tremely pretty.  The  hut,  low  and  white- 
washed, and  covered  with  climbing 
hops,  we  reached  after  a  drive  of  a  mile 
or  two,  and  it  is  high  upon  a  hill,  over- 
looking the  river,  and  nothing  else,  for 
the  opposite  hills  completely  shut  out 
any  view  of  the  surrounding  country. 

We  tried  our  luck,  I  remember,  that 
night,  and  came  in  far  from  good-hu- 
mored. George  complained  of  the  quan- 
tity and  quality  of  the  grub  prepared 
by  the  guardian's  wife,  Madame  Hamel, 
and  I,  unable  to  grumble,  was  conse- 
quently grumpy.  Miss  Carruthers  tried 
to  laugh  it  off  at  first.  Then  she  got 
angry,  too,  and,  after  speaking  pretty 
sharply  to  George,  went  out  on  the  gal- 
lery, with  burning  cheeks.     Carruthers 


Painted  for  Outixg  by  F.  W.  Read. 

"WHAT  HAS  THIS  'JOCK  SCOTT'  DONE  TO  RECEIVE  SUCH  HONOR?"     (/.  ^67.) 


THE  ROMANCE  OF  A  JOCK  SCOTT. 


469 


laughed.  *'  She'll  come  all  right.  I 
expect  she  hasn't  had  much  fun  while 
we  were  out.  The  mater  is  a  bit  trying 
at  times." 

I  groaned  inwardly.  ''  Just  what  I  ex- 
pected," I  thought ;  "we  shan't  be  able 
to  call  our  souls  our  own  with  two  of 
them  in  the  house." 

George  evidently  went  out  to  make 
peace,  for  I  saw  them  stroll  off  in  the 
moonlight  up  the  hill.  I  lighted  a  cigar 
and  pottered  about  in  the  yard. 

On  the  second  morninof  we  got  a  bip- 


appear  correct.  vShe  often  came  and 
practiced  casting  with  a  trout-rod  from 
shore  while  we  were  in  the  boat,  and  by 
degrees  I  came  to  miss  the  solitary 
spectator,  if  Mrs.  Carruthers  kept  her 
up  at  the  house. 

To  my  relief  she  assumed  none  of  the 
dreadful  costumes  I  have  known  women 
to  think  appropriate  for  the  wilds.  I 
had  quite  expected  divided  skirts,  long 
gaiters  and  a  deer-stalker,  but,  thank 
heaven  !  she  had  enough  conceit  to  know 
what  she  looked  best  in. 


"SHE   ASKED   THE   NAMES    OF    THE    VARIOUS    KINDS."       {p.  4'/!.) 


fellow.  Miss  Carruthers  was  down  just 
in  time,  and  I  was  not  sorry  to  be  the 
one  to  hook  it.  Most  of  the  mill-hands 
were  out  to  see  it  landed,  and  I  was 
amused  to  watch  the  way  in  which  the 
French  boys  gathered  round  her.  She 
seemed  to  keep  them  in  fits  of  laughter. 
With  Hamel,  too,  she  was  a  great  favor- 
ite._  No  one  was  allowed  to  guess  the 
weight  of  our  prize  till  she  had  done  so, 
and  I  imagine  he  more  than  once  read 
the  scale   inaccurately   that  she  might 


For  the  first  few  days  our  friendship 
progressed  slowly.  My  manner  was  not 
ingratiating,  and  hers  was  perhaps  in- 
difi;erent.  It  was  really  my  vanity  that 
changed  the  face  of  things.  I  was  com- 
ing up  the  hill,  carrying  my  rod,  when 
I  heard  a  cry  from  Miss  Carruthers. 
"  Stop  it,  stop  it,"  she  called.  A  half- 
finished  letter  had  blown  from  her  blot- 
ter as  she  sat  writing  on  the  gallery.  I 
picked  up  the  closely  written  sheet,  and 
before  I    could    help  it  I    caught  'the 


Fainted  for  Outing  by  F.  VV.  Read 

"SHE  WADED  IN  UP  TO  HER  WAIST."    (/.  474-) 


THE  ROMANCE   OF  A  JOCK  SCOTT. 


AIT- 


words — "  as  stupid  and  selfish  as  he  can 
be.  Why  Georo-e  ever  asked — "  I  was 
in  no  doubt  as  to  who  she  meant.  So  like 
a  woman's  hasty  judgment,  I  reflected. 
Selfish  I  might  be — that  was  of  no  con- 
sequence— but  no  one  should  call  me 
stupid  with  impunity. 

On  the  fourth  day  of  our  stay  we 
drove  down  to  Father  Pomt,  and  though 
I  had  to  pocket  my  pipe  on  account  of 
Mrs.  Carruthers,  who  sat  in  front  with 
George,  I  quite  enjoyed  it.  To  begin 
with,  the  day  was  wonderfully  fine. 
The  road  lies  along  the  beach  ;  the  river 
is  very  wide  there  ;  the  tide  was  full  in, 
and  a  fine  breeze  blew  inland.  And  I 
laid  myself  out  to  piease  Miss  Carruth- 
ers, who  was  in  her  turn  pleasant, 
though  she  showed  neither  particular 
surprise  nor  delight  at  my  efforts,  I 
couldn't  exactly  adapt  myself  to  a  lady; 
I  didn't  know  how.  But  I  talked  about 
subjects  that  interested  myself  and 
most  men  of  average  intelligence,  and 
they  didn't  seem  to  bore  her.  We  went 
out  to  the  signal  station,  and  then  sat 
for  a  little  on  the  rocks,  and  I  felt  quite 
sorry  that  I  had  stipulated  with  George 
to  sit  beside  him  on  the  way  home.  So 
I  pointed  out  the  discomforts  of  the 
back  seat  to  Mrs.  Carruthers,  and  kept 
my  place.  George's  mother  and  I  had 
one  thing  in  common — we  both  hadn't 
to  learn  much  about  personal  comfort. 

We  stopped  at  one  of  the  general 
stores  for  George  to  buy  some  cheese, 
and  there  Miss  Carruthers  got  into 
trouble.  "  If  you  don't  see  what  you 
want,  go  behind  the  counter  and  look," 
said  she,  laughing,  and  went  to  satisfy 
herself  as  to  the  freshness  of  the  bis- 
cuits. And  the  idle  hands  Satan  is  pro- 
verbially fond  of  employing  upset  a 
fifteen-pound  bucket  of  some  beastly 
red  confectionery  all  over  the  dirty 
floor.  George  stood  there  roaring,  as 
did  the  group  of  habitants  clustered 
round  the  door,  and  Miss  Carruthers, 
crestfallen  and  almost  in  tears,  tried  to 
apologize  in  French,  of  a  boarding- 
school  description.  I,  partly  to  please 
her  and  partly  to  propitiate  the  voluble 
shopman,  bought  the  greater  portion 
of  the  avalanche  of  sweet  stuff  for 
Hamel's  children.  As  we  drove  home- 
ward Miss  Carruthers,  who  held  the  par- 
cel, said  suddenly,  almost  as  though  she 
were  speaking  to  herself  : 

"A  selfish  person  wouldn't  have 
thought  of  doing  that." 


"  What  ?  spoiling  Couillard's  stock  ?  " 

"  No  ;  buying  these  for  the  children 
— and  they'll  be  so  pleased." 

"  Well,"  I  said,  "  it's  very  easy,  then,  to 
earn  a  good  character.  Buying  that 
rubbish  took  neither  time  nor  trouble." 

"  Both  of  which  you  expend  only  for 
yourself,"  said  George,  turning  round, 
with  a  laugh.  "  Selfishness  carried  to  a 
fine  point  becomes  quite  an  art,  and, 
after  all,  '  Everyone  for  himself  '  would 
work  admirably  if  everybody  adopted 
it." 

His  sister  eagerly  denounced  this. 

"I  detest  self-centred  people, "she  said. 

"Then  Fd  better  get  out  and  walk," 
I  suggested. 

She  laughed  and  made  no  reply,  thus 
going  a  step  higher  in  my  estimation. 
One  wearies  so  of  those  who  consider 
themselves  adepts  at  repartee,  and  have 
mistaken  their  vocation. 

We  fished  when  we  reached  home  and 
I  got  a  twenty-two-pounder.  H  e  played 
for  thirty- five  minutes,  and  it  was 
nearly  dark  when  I  landed  him.  The 
mill  stopped  work,  or  apparently  so,  for 
the  men,  from  the  "night-shift  boss  "  to 
the  smallest  shingle  packer,  gathered  on 
the  bank  to  see  Ernest  Hamel  knock 
him  over  the  head.  George  was  quite 
sulky  over  his  bad  luck,  and  sat  indoors 
reading  the  rest  of  the  evening.  Miss 
Carruthers  seemed  inclined  to  talk,  but 
did  not  receive  much  encouragement, 
as  I  was  interested  in  a  new  story.  But 
I  gave  my  attention  for  a  moment  when 
she  said  : 

"  Who  wants  to  give  me  a  fly  to  put 
on  my  hat  ?  " 

"Ask  Grant,"  said  George.  "  He  has 
more  than  I  have." 

"  Certainly,"  said  L  "  The  fly-book  is 
on  the  shelf.  Pick  out  any  you  like," 
for  I  didn't  want  the  bother  of  getting 
up. 

She  sat  down  by  the  table  and  looked 
through  the  leaves,  asking  the  names  of 
the  various  kinds. 

"  Look,"  she  said  at  last ;  "  I  have 
taken  one  of  the  two  you  said  were 
Jock  Scotts.     Is  that  all  right  ?  " 

"  No,  Eleanor;  put  that  back,"  replied 
Carruthers.  "  Grant,  it  is  the  Jock  Scott 
you  used  to-day  and  said  was  the  best 
made  fly  you'd  got.  Give  her  an  old 
trout  fly  or  that  silver  gray." 

I  went  over  to  examine  her  choice. 
It  was  m.y  best  one.  But  she  looked  so 
really  pretty  in  the  old  rocking-chair, 


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her  head  resting  on  a  tarpaulin  coat  and 
the  lamp -light  shining  on  her  golden 
hair,  that  I  wished  she  had  asked  me  for 
all  I  possessed. 

"  Never  mind  George,"  I  said.  "  It's 
hard  if  I  may  not  be  allowed  to  give 
you  that  much.  And  you  can  tell  peo- 
ple that  fly  earned  its  enviable  position 
on  your  hat  because  it  had  caught  five 
salmon." 

As  I  watched  her  fasten  it  in  its 
place  I  began  to  think  that,  after  all,  in 
a  man's  life  there  might  be  a  place  for 
a  woman. 

The  next  morning  I  suggested  we 
should  try  our  luck  up  at  the  dam,  where 
Hamel  assured  me  we  could  get  a 
basketful  of  trout  in  half  an  hour. 
Madame  Hamel  certainly  cooked  bacon 
and  eggs  remarkably  well,  but  it  is  a 
diet  one  may  begin  to  tire  of,  after  a 
bit,  and  I  gave  this  as  a  reason  for  the 
expedition.  Miss  Carruthers  was  de- 
lighted with  the  proposal,  but  George, 
rather  to  my  horror,  said  he'd  promised 
to  look  up  the  seigneur.  I  was  not  sure 
if  I  could  play  my  new  role  for  a  whole 
morning,  but  Miss  Carruthers  settled 
the  matter  by  saying  she  thought  her 
mother  would  be  lonely.  This  idea 
rather  pleased  me  than  otherwise,  and  I 
said  : 

"  You  say  you  like  unselfish  people? " 

"  Yes,"  she  admitted. 

"  Well,  then,  give  somebody  else  a 
chance  of  cultivating  the  quality.  You 
give  up  everything  for  your  mother — 
let  her  do  without  you  this  morning, 
and  so  lay  up  a  little  treasure  for  her- 
self." 

"  Oh,  if  sacrifices  are  not  *^elf-imposed 
they  are  valueless."  But  she  came, 
nevertheless,  and  we  had  a  splendid 
morning.  Hamel  had  evidently  made 
use  of  a  chasseur's  license  in  telling  a 
fish-story,  though  it  may  have  been  that 
our  continuous  conversation  made  the 
trout  wary  ;  for  I  found  George's  sister 
far  more  companionable  than  George 
himself.  Carruthers  enjoys  talking 
more  than  listening,  and  so  do  I. 

What  with  the  scent  of  the  waving 
pine  trees  overhead,  the  fruit  -  laden 
raspberry  bushes,  the  general  air  of 
restful  quiet,  varied  by  an  occasional 
rise,  we  stayed  far  too  long,  and  went 
back  with  only  four  wretched  trout,  to 
find  lunch  over  and  Mr*.  Carruthers 
much  aggrieved.  The  young  lady  had  to 
turn  cook,  for  Madame  Hamel  did  not 


return  till  evening.  As  I  clumsily  laid 
the  table,  while  Miss  Carruthers 
scorched  her  face  over  the  stove  scram- 
bling eggs,  I  wondered  how  she  did  all 
this  every  day  without  complaining. 

Every  evening  we  used  to  sit,  up 
the  hill,  on  a  huge  pile  of  lumber,  listen- 
ing to  the  whirring  of  the  saws  and 
watching  the  glowing  sparks  inside  the 
top  of  the  huge  bottle-shaped  edifice  of 
sheet-iron  where  the  refuse  wood  was 
consumed.  It  lighted  up  the  sky  like  a 
beacon  fire.  And  Hamel,  on  his  way 
home  through  the  wood,  would  stop 
and  tell  us  long  tales  of  his  winter  hunt- 
ing and  trapping,  of  the  huge  caribou 
that  strayed  down  quite  near  his  house, 
and  the  crafty  otter  that  "Sailor,"  the 
•dog,  had  chased  from  its  lurking  place 
by  the  river,  or  how  he  and  Ernest  went 
oif  to  cut  lumber  and  narrowly  escaped 
being  eaten  by  a  bear.  Doubtless,  his 
imagination  was  given  its  head,  but 
though  Carruthers  and  I  winked  at  each 
other  frequently,  we  didn't  stop  the  run- 
away, and  enjoyed  the  accounts  as  much 
as  did  the  ladies.  And  I  actually  found 
myself  carrying  the  rugs  and  cushions 
down,  or  offering  a  supporting  arm  to 
Mrs.  Carruthers,  thankful,  however,  that 
it  was  seldom  accepted.  It  seemed  to 
get  easier  each  day  to  render  the  slight 
services  which  cost  one  so  little  trouble 
and  which  women  appreciate.  You'll 
think  it  bosh,  my  talking  like  this,  but  I 
really  did  improve  a  bit.  One  morning 
Miss  Carruthers,  Hamel  and  I  were  out 
in  the  boat,  and  as  I  adjusted  my  fly 
Miss  Eleanor  said,  with  some  little  hesi- 
tation : 

"  Do  you  know,  Mr.  Grant,  I  like  you 
much  better  than  I  did  at  first.  Some- 
how you  seem  much  more  considerate 
and  less  cynical  than  I  thought." 

"  The  light  of  a  bright  example,"  I 
quoted. 

"  No,  I  expect  it  is  because  I  know 
you  better." 

"Perhaps  so,"  I  said,  lightly,  "or  it 
may  be  the  air  of  R having  a  salu- 
tary effect  upon  my  nature." 

But  1  knew  that  she  was  beginning  to 
know  me  better  because,  in  my  turn,  I 
was  getting  to  know  myself,  and  when 
a  man  acquires  a  thorough  self-knowl- 
edge he  either  goes  backward  or  for- 
ward. And  I  was  daring  to  hope  already 
that  with  her  co-operatio'.i  I  might  pro- 
gress. 

We  had  had  only  one  rainy  day  during 


THE  ROMANCE   OF  A  JOCK  SCOTT. 


AlZ 


our  whole  fortnight.  In  fact,  it  had 
been  far  loo  fine  to  expect  much  luck. 
We  had  caught  nine  salmon  in  all,  and 
Hamel  was  trying  to  persuade  George 
the  river  was  worth  another  summer's 
trial,  for  no  renewal  of  the  lease  meant 
the  probable  loss  of  his  comfortable 
berth  as  guardian. 

None  of  the  party  seemed  sorry  when 
the  last  night  came.  They  had  often 
been  there  before,  and  the  novelty  had 
worn  off.  It  was  new  to  me  only, 
and  I  could  not  imagine,  present  circum- 
stances remaining  or  perhaps  slightly 
improved,  its  ever  palling  upon  me. 

After  tea  Miss  Carruthers  and  I 
strolled  down  to  the  mill-yard  and  sat 
on  a  pile  of  the  fresh- cut  shingles  close 
to  the  water's  edge.  It  is  strange  how 
diffident  even  a  self-opinionated  fellow 
can  feel  when  he  is  with  the  woman  he 
loves,  and  I  was  absolutely  tongue-tied. 

Miss'  Eleanor  chatted  as  usual,  be- 
cause she  did  not  know  my  thoughts, 
and  hers  did  not  concern  me.  I  wanted 
to  tell  everything,  but  I  felt  I'd  be  a 
fool  if  I  yielded  to  the  temptation.  It 
was  getting  late.  Mrs.  Carruthers  had 
called  us  twice  from  the  top  of  the  hill. 

Miss  Eleanor  was  cutting  notches 
carefully  in  the  shingles,  and  the  other 
hand  hung  idle,  close  to  mine.  I  had  a 
mad  desire  to  take  it ;  instead,  I  picked 
up  her  hat  and  examined  the  Jock 
Scott  in  its  commanding  position. 

"  I'm  glad  you  asked  me  to  give  you 

this.     I  like  to   think "     I    stopped, 

like  a  fool. 

"  It  was  good  of  you  to  give  it  to  me, 
and  I  shall  always  keep  it  as  a  souvenir. 
It    will    remind    me    of — oh,    well,    of 

R ,   and  the  fun  we    had,    and   the 

dear  little  Hamels." 

The  finish  was  decidedly  weak,  and 
gave  me  confidence. 

"Of  nobody  else.  Miss  Eleanor?  Won't 
you  try  to  remember " 

"Gettin'  pretty  damp  out  here,"  said 
the  voice  of  the  "night-shift  boss,"  a 
burly  Yankee  from  Maine.  "  You'd 
best  come  in  and  have  a  last  look  at 
our  new  saw.  Them  blame  Canucks 
have  broken  another  to-day." 

Miss  Carruthers  sprang  to  the  ground 
and  I  followed.  If  feelings  are  recorded, 
I  know  of  one  pretty  black  page  result- 
ing from  that  moment. 

We  were  all  up  at  dawn  next  day,  for, 
in  spite  of  a  fair  amount  of  packing  to 
be  done,  George  and  I  wanted  a  parting 


thrash  at  the  river.  It  was  a  dull,  gray 
morning,  and  a  little  misty.  The  river 
looked  cold  and  uninviting  without  the 
sun  to  make  it  glance  and  sparkle.  A 
small  fellow  I  hooked  made  away  with 
fly  and  cast-line,  rather  to  George's 
satisfaction,  for  he  was  a  bit  jealous. 
And  just  as  we  were  pulling  up  the 
anchor  to  come  ashore,  George's  reel 
ran  out  with  a  hiss  of  triumiph,  and  we 
saw  a  good-sized  fish  jump  out  to  have 
a  look  at  his  tormentors.  From  his 
color  Hamel  declared  him  to  be  fresh 
from  the  sea.  He  must  have  regretted 
his  early-rising  proclivities  when  he 
tasted  the  sharp  hook  in  his  greedily 
snapped-up  breakfast.  But  he  made  a 
sturdy  fight  for  it,  and  seemed  deter- 
mined to  smash  George's  rod,  for  he 
made  it  bend  like  whalebone.  Hamel 
pulled  in  slowly  after  a  bit,  and  George 
stepped  ashore  to  let  the  fish  play 
out.  The  line. became  quieter.  Then 
we  saw  his  fins  above  the  circling  rip- 
ples, and  I  splashed  him  ignominiously 
into  the  landing  net.  For  a  nine-pound 
salmon  he  had  lots  of  pluck. 

Miss  Carruthers  had  come  down  to 
warn  us  that  our  time  was  limited,  and 
she  was  throwing  sticks  for  "  Sailor."  I 
was  all  dressed  in  the  clothes  I  meant 
to  travel  in,  and  trusted  to  Hamel  to 
strap  up  my  rods,  so  I  let  George  rush 
on,  and  lagged  behind.  It  was  an  un- 
fortunate act  for  me.  As  "  Sailor " 
dropped  his  dripping  stick  at  her  feet, 
we  were  startled  by  a  loud  scream,  and 
then  we  saw  that  Hamel's  youngest  boy, 
of  about  five,  had  scrambled  into  the 
boat  where  we'd  left  it,  higher  up  the 
stream,  and  was  now  surprised  and  ter- 
rified by  an  unexpected  cruise, 

"  Oh,  poor  little  fellow  !  Can't  you 
stop  the  boat  ? "  asked  Miss  Carruthers. 

"  I  am  afraid  not ;  but  he  is  all  right. 
He  couldn't  upset  that  old  tub  if  he 
tried  ;  "  and  I  called  : 

"  Soyez  tranquille,  you  little  fool. 
N'ayez  pas peiir  ;  you're  all  right." 

But  he  only  howled  loudly. 

"  Oh,  do  jump  in  and  stop  him.  He'll 
have  a  convulsion  if  he  cries  so." 

I  had  no  wish  for  a  second  bath  ;  be- 
sides which,  I  hadn't  time  or  inclination 
to  make  a  complete  change  of  clothes. 
I  said  so,  and  explained  that  in  a  mo- 
ment the  boat  must  run  ashore,  for  the 
river  was  narrow  and  shallow  a  little 
farther  on. 

"Then  you  w^ll  not  go?"  said  Miss 


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Carruthers,  and  the  tone  of  her  voice 
annoyed  me. 

"  No,  for  there's  no  necessity,  and  it 
will  give  him  a  lesson."  Jean  Baptiste's 
voice  was  lifted  up  in  fresh  agony.  I 
felt  rather  a  brute,  but  Miss  Carruthers 
looked  at  me  and — I  laughed. 

"  You  selfish  br ,"  she  said  ;  and, 

because  a  woman's  sympathy  is  stronger 
than  her  reason,  she  ran  down  the  bank, 
slipped  off  her  jacket  and  dashed  into 
the  water.  She  had  not  to  swim,  but 
she  waded  in  up  to  her  waist  nearly, 
and  caught  the  boat*  and  its  bellowing 
cargo. 

I  must  confess  I  looked  a  trifle  small. 
What  fellow  wouldn't  ?  And  yet,  I  felt 
my  punishment  didn't  fit  the  crime.  It 
was  altogether  a  most  ridiculous  per- 
formance. I  was  not  even  allowed  to 
pull  up  the  boat  or  lift  Ba'tiste  ashore. 
She  did  it  all  herself,  the  while  talking 
reassuringly  to  the  child  and  ignoring 
my  presence.  We  walked  up  the  hill  in 
silence,  she  squeezing  the  water  from 
her  dripping  skirts. 

At  the  cottage  door  she  halted  and 
faced  me,  her  hat  in  her  hand.  "There," 
she  said,  as  with  trembling  fingers  she 
unfastened  it,  "  take  your  Jock  Scott. 
I'm  sorry  I   ever  wore  it.     I'm  sorry  I 

ever — I    think   you  are   the  most " 

Words  evidently  failed  her.  She  tossed 
away  the  fly  and  ran  into  the  house. 

We  nearly  missed  the  train,  and  were 
a  pretty  gloomy  traveling  party. 

Grant  paused  to  relight  his  cigar. 

"Well,"  said  I,  in  rather  a  drowsy 
tone,  for  the  telling  had  taken  some 
time,  "  and  didn't  she  apologize  or  make 
it  up? " 

"  Apologize  !  My  dear  fellow,  I  ex- 
pect she  was  waiting  for  me  to  do  that, 
for  she  never  spoke  a  word  to  me  all  the 
way  up,  and  I  felt  so  angry  I  didn't  care 
at  the  time.  I  went  over  to  see  her, 
though,  in  a  day  or  two.  She  was  out, 
and  I  repeated  it,  only  to  have  the  same 
luck.  Of  course  I  was  positive  she 
didn't  care  a  rap  for  me,  so  I  thought 
I'd  better  get  over  it  as  soon  as  possible. 
The  resolution  has  not  borne  much  fruit 
so  far.  Soon  afterward  she  became  ill 
and  they  went  abroad.  I  did  not  even 
see  them  to  say  good-by." 

He  got  up  and  stretched  himself. 

"  So  you  see  this  Jock  Scott  has  a  ro- 
mance, and  even  if  it  does  not  sound 
much  of  a  one,  or  worth  repeating  at 
all,  it  means  a  good  deal  to  me." 


"  It  seems  to  me  you  behaved  like  a 
fool.  Why  didn't  you  write  to  her  and 
get  a  direct  refusal — though  I  wager 
5^ou  any  amount  the  girl  liked  you  or 
she  wouldn't  have  been  so  angry." 

"Nonsense,  Brinton;  she  didn't.  And 
I  haven't  told  you  all  this  rot  to  be 
called  a  fool.  You're  no  judge.  You've 
never  been  in  love." 

I  was  not  so  sure,  but  I  am  never  very 
co:nmunicative. 

"Well,"  I  said,  "when  I  want  any- 
thing I  ask  for  it,  but  perhaps  I  am 
singular.  If  I  ever  meet  Miss  Carruth- 
ers I'll  tell  her  what  I " 

Grant  hurled  a  book  at  me,  and  I 
closed  the  door  behind  me  with  a  bang. 
Poor  old  chap  !  When  morning  came 
how  he  would  regret  his  confidences. 

And,  strange  enough,  that  summer  I 
did  meet  Miss  Carruthers  on  the  golf 
links  at  St.  Andrew's,  where  I  was 
spending  my  holidays.  They  had  been 
home  nearly  six  months,  and  Miss  Car- 
ruthers seemed  quite  herself  again.  We 
became  rather  friendly,  and  I  thought 
Grant  had  shown  remarkably  good 
taste  for  a  beginner,  though  one  could 
not  overlook  the  fact  that  she  possessed 
a  good,  strong  will. 

One  day,  as  we  rested  after  our  first 
round,  I  turned  the  drift  of  the  conver- 
sation toward  constancy,  and  I  told  her 
a  little  story  of  a  Jock  Scott  by  way  of 
illustration.  I  flatter  myself  it  lost 
nothing  by  the  telling. 

"  Now,  that  is  what  I  call  constancy," 
said  I,  "and,  furthermore,  I  don't  con- 
sider the  object  of  it  all  is  worthy." 

"But  why  didn't  he  ask  her,  though, 

or  give  her  a "     She  paused,  but  I 

said  not  a  word. 

"  I  suppose,  at  least,  of  course,  your 
friend  didn't  tell  you  the  girl's  name," 
she  said  with  a  catch  in  her  voice. 

"  If  he  did,"  said  I,  somewhat  stiffly. 
"  he  gave  me  no  permission  to  repeat  it." 

And  rising,  I  teed  my  ball  with  care. 

This  summer  I  am  going  salmon 
fishing  myself,  for  Grant  has  leased  the 
river  and  wants  me  to  visit  him.  Some- 
how, he  and  his  wife  are  ridiculously 
grateful  to  me  for  a  small  service  I  once 
rendered;  I  say  ridiculously  grateful,  yet 
sometimes  I  feel  their  gratitude  was 
justly  won,  for  if  I  had  kept  silent  I 
might  have  gone  in  and  won,  myself — 
who  knows  !  But  that  second  shadowy 
romance  is,  I  rejoice  to  say,  quite  un- 
known to  the  Jock  Scott. 


BY    SEAVER    ASBURY    MILLER. 


If  thou  art  worn  and  hard  beset 

With  sorrows  that  thou  wouldst  forget ; 

If  thou  wouldst  read  a  lesson  that  will  keep 

Thy  heart    from   fainting  and  thy  soul  from 

sleep, 
Go  to  the  leafy  woods  !     No  tears 
Dim  the  sweet  look  that  Nature  wears. 

— Longfellow. 


A  PERSON  who  has  not  made  a 
tour  of  the  great  Adirondack 
wilderness  can  have  but  little 
idea  of  its  extent  and  magnitude. 
Indeed,  parties  that  frequently  visit  the 
woods  have  hardly  more  than  a  rough 
idea  of  the  grandeur  of  the  scenery, 
deep  mountain  gorges,  and  myriad  lakes 
that  lie,  like  "  sleeping  beauties  in  their 
mountain  cradles,"  in  this  region  of  ro- 
mantic surroundings. 

There  are  more  than  3,500,000  square 
acres  in  the  Adirondacks,  and,  in  this 
area,  fully  one  hundred  mountain  peaks 


rise  to  an  altitude  ranging  from  twelve 
hundred  feet  to  over  five  thousand  feet. 

At  the  bases  of  these  mountains,  in 
the  ravines  and  valleys,  lie  from  four- 
teen hundred  to  eighteen  hundred  lakes, 
most  of  them  dotted  with  emerald  isles 
and  bordered  with  virgin  forests. 

Less  than  a  quarter  of  a  century  ago, 
much  of  this  great  tract,  with  its  laby- 
rinthian  forests  of  birch,  beech  and  ma- 
ple, of  spruce,  balsam  and  hemlock,  of 
cedar,  poplar,  and  the  health  -  giving 
pine,  was  considered  almost  valueless, 
and  could  have  been  purchased  for  an 
infinitesimal  sum. 

Perhaps  one  of  the  causes  that  have 
led  to  this  great  rise  in  value  was  the 
formation  by  the  State  of  the  Adiron- 
dack Public  Park,  and  the  enactment  of 
a  law  forbidding  the  State  to  sell  or 
lease  any  of  its  Adirondack  possessions. 
But  it  is  principally  because  of  the  hun- 


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dreds  and  thousands  of  acres  of  land  in 
various  parts  of  the  wilderness,  owned 
or  controlled  by  sporting  clubs,  associa- 
tions, and  wealthy  private  individuals, 
that  values  have  risen  to  present  fig- 
ures. 

The  attractions  which  have  made 
these  woodland  preserves  almost  limit- 
less in  value  are  lasting.  The  air  of 
the  mountain  region  possesses  attri- 
butes wonderfully  invigorating  and 
strengthening  to  those  who  breathe  it ; 
and  thousands  of  persons  afflicted  with 
disease  of  the  throat  or  lungs  seek  these 
mountain  plateaus  and  gain  a  new  lease 
of  life,  simply  by  inhaling  the  pure,  dry 
air,  with  its  odors  of  balsam,  spruce, 
hemlock  and  pine. 

And  then  there  is  the  sport,  always  to 
be  depended  upon.  The  Adirondacks 
contain  some  of  the  best  hunting  and 
fishing  grounds  of  the  East. 

In  view  of  all  the  powerful  attrac- 
tions of  this  region,  its  easy  accessibility 
and  its  perfect  sense  of  restfulness  and 
freedom,  it  is  hardly  a  cause  for  wonder 
that  sportsmen,  tourists,  and  invalids 
fully  appreciate  its  possibilities,  or  that 
its  clubs  have  become  a  prominent  fea- 
ture. 

These  sporting  clubs  are  upward  of 
fifty  in  number,  and  control  anywhere 
from  250  to  100,000  acres  each.  The 
lands  are  invariably  in  one  solid  for- 
est, which  makes  them  doubly  valuable 
to  their  owners  as  hunting  and  fishing 
grounds. 

Among  the  important  private  pre- 
serves of  the  Adirondacks  is  Brandreth 
Park^  which  is  probably  the  oldest  in 
the  State  of  New  York,  having  been  in 
the  possession  of  its  present  owners 
since  1851.  It  is  situated  in  the  town  of 
Long  Lake,  Hamilton  County,  and  em- 
braces all  the  land  and  water  in  town- 
ship 39,  amounting  to  fully  26,000  acres. 
Its  owners  are  Franklin  Brandreth, 
Ralph  Brandreth  and  Col.  Edward  A. 
McAlpin,  all  of  Sing  Sing,  N.  Y.  There 
are  three  pretty  rustic  cottages  on  the 
property,  one  of  which  belongs  to  each 
of  the  owners  ;  and,  with  the  exception 
of  the  game-keeper's  house,  they  are  the 
only  buildings  in  the  entire  township. 

One  of  the  charms  of  this  lovely  park 
lies  in  the  fact  that,  unlike  many  others, 
it  has  never  been  visited  by  fire,  nor 
has  it  ever  felt  the  axe  of  the  lumber- 
man. It  has  an  elevation  of  1,800  feet, 
and   contains   the   head-waters   of    the 


Raquette,  Beaver,  and  Moose  Rivers, 
besides  Brandreth  Lake,  which  is  nearly 
three  miles  in  length,  and  numerous 
smaller  lakes  and  ponds.  No  hunting 
or  fishing,  except  by  the  owners  and 
their  guests,  is  permitted  here,  and  only 
a  limited  number  of  deer  and  fish  are 
allowed  to  be  taken.  This  careful  pres- 
ervation of  the  deer  has  added  largely 
to  the  number  in  the  park,  and  also  sent 
a  certain  overflow  to  the  surrounding 
territory. 

What  was  probably  the  last  wolf  in 
New  York  State,  a  grizzly  veteran 
whose  blunted  teeth  and  narrow  flanks 
proclaimed  his  age,  was  trapped  in  this 
park  in  the  fall  of  1893. 

The  lakes  have  been  stocked  from 
time  to  time  with  land-locked  salmon 
and  trout,  which,  from  results,  appear 
to  be  thriving,  the  weight  of  those 
caught  averaging  from  two  to  four 
pounds  each,  while  occasionally  a  lake 
trout  weighing  from  eighteen  to  twenty- 
one  pounds,  is  captured.  Brandreth 
Lake  and  the  smaller  ponds  furnish 
excellent  speckled-trout  fishing. 

By  far  the  largest  of  all  the  Adiron- 
dack sporting  and  social  preserves  is 
that  known  as  the  Adirondack  League 
Club,  which  is  situated  in  the  south- 
western portion  of  the  great  wilderness,, 
in  the  Counties  of  Hamilton  and  Herki- 
mer. 

This  club  was  organized  and  incorpo- 
rated in  June,  1890,  and  the  number  of 
its  membership  shares  is  limited  to  five 
hundred.  The  price  of  each  share  is 
$1,500,  and  no  person  is  admitted  to 
membership  in  the  club  who  is  not  the 
owner  of  at  least  one.  Besides  the 
usual  number  of  officers  and  the  vari- 
ous committees,  there  are  twelve  trust- 
ees appointed  to  manage  the  affairs  of 
the  club,  the  term  of  four  of  whom  ex- 
pires annually. 

The  present  officers  are  Robert  C. 
Alexander,  President ;  Warren  Higley, 
Vice-President ;  Spencer  Aldrich, Treas- 
urer ;  W.  H.  Boardman,  Secretary,  and 
E.  A.  Simmons,  Assistant  Secretary,  all 
of  whom  reside  in  New  York  City. 

The  objects  of  this  club,  as  set  forth 
in  its  constitution,  are  :  "  The  preserva- 
tion and  conservation  of  the  Adirondack 
forests  and  the  proper  protection  of 
game  and  fish  in  the  Adirondack  region  ; 
the  establishment  and  formation  of  an 
improved  system  of  forestry,  and  the 
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the  benefit  of  its  members  for  the  pur- 
pose of  hunting,  fishing,  rest  and  recre- 
ation." 

It  owns  all  of  townships  2,  6,  7  and  8 
of  the  Moose  River  tract,  containing 
104,000  acres  (once  known  as  the  Blake 
tract),  for  which  it  paid  $475,000  ;  and  it 
did  own  a  part  of  the  Adgate  tract  of 
13,986  acres,  which  it  sold  to  the  State 
at  $4  per  acre.  Of  its  tract,  93,000 
acres  is  primeval  forest,  in  which  not  a 
tree  has  been  cut. 

In  1894  the  club  made  a  valuable  ac- 
quisition to  its  possessions  by  the  pur- 
chase of  the  Wager  tract,  which  com- 
prises the  larger  portion  of  township  i. 
This  purchase  of  12,000  acres  of  mag- 
nificent forest,  with  mountains,  lakes 
and  streams,  forms  a  tremendous  addi- 
tion to  the  club's  sporting  facilities.  It 
includes  Nick's  Lake,  three  additional 
miles  of  Moose  River,  the  "  peerless 
Canachagala,"  of  which  it  formerly 
owned  but  two  segments,  Woodhull 
Lake,  Second,  Third  and  Fourth  Bisby 
Lakes,  Gull  and  Sand  Lakes.  The  three 
last-named  waters  are  well  stocked  with 
black  bass. 

This  immense  tract,  with  its  club 
buildings,  fish  hatchery,  etc.,  has  now 
cost  considerably  more  than  $500,000  ; 
and  the  trustees  believe  the  real  estate 
alone  of  the  league  to  be  worth  to-day 
fully  $800,000,  and  many  believe  its  in- 
trinsic value  to  be  over  $1,000,000. 

While  the  club  welcomes  congenial 
and  desirable  members,  the  record  of 
every  applicant  is  carefully  oc.rched 
before  a  vote  is  taken,  and  "he  •  reat- 
est  care  is  exercised  to  excluJ '  every 
candidate  whose  reputation,  habits  and 
quality  of  sportsmanship  might  make 
hira  uncongenial  to  any  member. 

At  present  there  are  two  hundred  and 
twenty-five  names  on  the  membership 
roll,  and  it  is  doubtful  if  any  other  sport- 
ing or  social  club  in  the  country  pos- 
sesses a  list  of  members  who  have  at- 
tained such  distinction  in  their  various 
walks  of  life. 

Aside  from  the  $1,500  to  be  paid  for 
one  membership  share,  a  candidate  is 
required  to  receive  a  practically  unani- 
mous vote  by  both  the  Committee  on 
Applications  and  the  Board  of  Trust- 
ees. 

Each  member  is  entitled  to  hunt  and 
fish  over  the  entire  domain  of  the  club, 
excepting  only  lands  set  apart  for 
special  purposes,  and  to   a  deed  of  five 


acres  of  land  with  two  hundred  feet 
frontage,  on  any  of  the  many  lakes 
owned  by  the  club,  for  a  camp  or  a  cot- 
tage site,  for  each  membership  share 
owned  by  him,  provided  that  no  more 
than  five  contiguous  lots  be  assigned  to 
any  one  member.  He  is  also  privileged 
to  entertain  guests  at  his  cottage,  or  at 
the  club-house,  with  certain  provisos. 
The  membership  cannot  be  assessed, 
and  is  free  from  annual  dues. 

There  are  three  club-houses  open  for 
the  use  of  members  from  the  first  day 
of  May  to  the  last  day  of  October : 
Mountain  Lodge,  on  Little  Moose  Lake. 
Bisby  Lodge,  on  First  Bisby  Lake,  and 
Forest  Lodge,  on  Honnedago  Lake. 
Each  has  a  separate  manager  in  charge 
of  the  territory  and  property  within 
certain  prescribed  limits. 

Each  member  is  required  to  keep  a 
record  of  all  the  fish  and  gahie  killed 
by  himself,  family  and  friends  ;  and  no 
one  is  allowed  to  take  more  than  twenty- 
one  brook  trout  or  land-locked  salmon, 
five  salmon  trout  and  ten  black  bass  in 
any  one  day,  nor  to  send  nor  carry  from 
the  preserve  more  than  the  limit  of  one 
day's  catch. 

In  1895  the  club  built  a  new  fish 
hatchery  on  Comb's  Brook,  near  the 
trail  from  Mountain  Lodge,  from  which 
it  has  stocked  its  streams  with  young 
brook  and  salmon  trout. 

The  waters  of  the  preserve  now  show 
a  marked  increase  of  speckled  trout ;  and 
it  was  to  prevent  their  wholesale  de- 
struction, to  induce  members  to  let  them 
alone  until  they  became  worthy  of  the 
rod,  that  the  committee  recommended 
the  limit  of  each  day's  catch  be  to  a 
number,  instead  of  to  a  weight  of  ten 
pounds,  and  also  that  no  brook  trout 
less  than  seven  inches  in  length  be 
caught,  and  in  case  any  such  fish  be 
hooked  it  should  be  immediately  re 
turned  to  the  water. 

The  club  offers  fine  facilities  for  deer 
hunting.  There  are  eighty  miles  of 
boundary  line  of  the  league  tract,  en- 
closing a  vast  extent  of  virgin  forest 
upon  which  but  a  few  of  the  more  ven- 
turesome of  the  sporting  members  have 
ever  set  foot.  The  rules  of  the  club 
prohibit  the  killing  of  deer  by  jacking 
or  floating  at  night,  also  the  killing  of 
does  and  fawns  ;  many  of  the  members 
have  always  opposed  hounding,  and 
dogs  have  been  used  here  comparatively 
little.     This  is,  of  course,  in   favor  of 


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the  deer.  Then,  too,  the  fierce,  indis- 
criminate pursuit  on  adjacent,  unpro- 
tected lands  has  caused  this  preserve 
to  become,  in  reality,  a  "  harbor  of 
refuge  "  for  deer  driven  off  the  public 
grounds. 

Another  important  club  of  this  sec- 
tion is  the  Nehasane  Park  Association, 
which  purchased  its  lands  from  Dr.  W. 
Seward  Webb,  and  of  which  the  doctor 
is  one  of  the  principal  stockholders. 
Its  tract  is  in  the  very  heart  of  the 
Adirondack  wilderness,  in  the  Counties 
of  Herkimer,  Hamilton,  St.  Lawrence, 
and  Franklin.  It  is  not,  however,  so 
mountainous  as  some,  but  while  not  pos- 
sessing the  grand,  panoramic  scenery  of 
the  Saranac  and  Placid  regions,  it  con- 
tains some  of  the  most  beautiful  lakes 
and  streams,  each  with  abundant  natural 
supply  of  speckled  trout.  Here  are  the 
famous  Fulton  chain  of  lakes,  the  Big 
Moose  lakes,  Crooked,  Clear,  Grassy, 
Gull,  Fall,  Nigger,  Oven,  Big  Rock, 
and  Witchopple  lakes,  Charley  Pond,  a 
considerable  portion  of  the  Beaver 
River,  and  those  handsome  bodies  of 
water,  originally  known  as  vSmith  and 
Albany  lakes,  which  Dr.  Webb  has  re- 
christened  lakes  "  Lila  "  and  "  Neha- 
sane." 

This  park  originally  contained  about 
115,000  acres,  and  with  the  handsome 
cottages,  extensive  improvements,  etc  , 
the  entire  property  was  worth  fully 
three-quarters  of  a  million  of  dollars. 

A  delightful  feature  of  the  manage- 
ment of  this  park  was  that,  though 
private,  the  public  was  not  excluded. 
Permits  were  freely  granted  to  all 
reputable  sportsmen  to  hunt  and  fish 
anywhere  on  the  property,  excepting 
on  such  portions  as  were  reserved  for 
private  use.  There  were  certain  condi- 
tions, however,  which  had  to  be  faith- 
fully lived  up  to,  or  the  permit  was 
forfeited.  Among  them  were  the  ob- 
servance of  the  State  laws  regarding 
game,  fish,  and  fires,  and  the  promise 
that  no  dogs  should  be  taken  upon  the 
property.  Hounding  and  jacking  were 
never  permitted  under  any  circum- 
stances, nor,  according  to  the  rules, 
were  fish  allowed  to  be  taken  or  shipped 
out  of  the  park. 

In  1896,  Dr.  Webb  and  the  Nehasane 
Park  Association  jomed  in  a  sale  to  the 
vState  of  about  75,000  acres,  comprising 
some  of  the  best  sporting  country  in  the 
Adirondacks,  which  has  since,  of  course, 


been  open  to  the  public  without  per- 
mits. 

The  park  now  contains  about  forty- 
two  thousand  acres,  which  is  all  re- 
served for  the  use  of  the  association. 
Game-keepers  are  stationed  throughout 
the  preserve,  the  property  is  carefully 
guarded,  and  game  is  abundant. 

Probably  ten  thousand  acres  of  this 
tract  are  enclosed  by  a  wire  fence  ten 
feet  high  ;  and  here  numbers  of  the 
native  deer,  together  with  elk,  moose, 
black-tailed  deer,  antelope  and  other 
game  are  allowed  to  enjoy  life,  free 
from  molestation  by  the  general  public. 
It  is  intended  to  gradually  extend  the 
fence  until  it  takes  in  nearly  all  of  the 
park. 

Within  the  enclosure  is  Lake  Lila,  on 
the  banks  of  which,  with  a  background 
of  dense  forest,  is  the  elegant  cottage  of 
Dr.  Webb,  appropriately  named  "  For- 
est Lodge,"  where  the  doctor  frequent- 
ly entertains  many  of  his  friends. 

There  are  also  a  number  of  sporting 
clubs  on  the  eastern  slope  of  the 
Adirondacks,  in  Essex  County.  Here 
is  to  be  found  the  grandest  mountain 
scenery  of  the  entire  region,  and  here, 
also,  are  nearly  all  of  the  highest  peaks. 
Mount  Marcy  is  in  this  vicinity,  and 
from  its  summit  one  can  look  down 
upon  a  multitude  of  other  peaks.  Its 
companions  are  Mclntyre,  Haystack, 
Dix,  Basin,  Grey  Peak,  Skylight,  White- 
face,  Colden,  Gothic,  Redfield,  Nipple 
Top,  Santanoni,  Saddle,  Giant  and  Ma- 
comb. But  the  mountain  affording  the 
most  extended  and  beautiful  view,  and 
also  the  easiest  of  the  higher  peaks  to 
ascend,  is  "Old  Whiteface."  On  a  clear 
day  more  than  sixty  lakes  are  visible 
from  its  summit  without  the  aid  of  a 
glass.  Lake  Champlain  and  the  Green 
Mountains  of  Vermont  are  in  full  sight, 
as  is  also  the  St.  Lawrence  River,  while 
the  spires  and  domes  of  Montreal  are 
clearly  discernible. 

A  tract  of  twenty-eight  thousand  six 
hundred  and  twenty-six  acres,  situated 
in  the  towns  of  Keene  and  North  Hud- 
son, is  owned  by  a  club  known  as  the 
Adirondack  Mountain  Reserve.  This 
club  is  somewhat  strict  in  its  rules,  but 
not  more  so  with  the  public  than  with 
its  members,  upon  whom  the  expense 
of  maintaining  the  preserve  devolves. 
There  are  fifty-five  members,  nearly  all 
of  whom  are  residents  of  New  York, 
Philadelphia  and  Boston.     Several  high 


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peaks  are  included  within  its  bounda- 
ries, the  most  important  being-  Noon 
Mark,  the  Gothics  and  Haystack.  The 
Upper  and  Lower  Au  Sable  Lakes,  the 
Au  Sable  River,  and  Marcy  Brook  are 
among  the  waters  owned  by  the  club, 
each  of  which  affords  splendid  trout 
fishing. 

The  association  states  that  it  desires 
to  "preserve  the  Au  Sable  Lakes,  rivers 
and  adjacent  forests  in  their  natural 
beauty,  and  to  prevent  them  from  being 
injured;  to  restock  the  waters,  toprotect 
the  game,  and  to  i-ender  places  of  interest 
more  accessible  by  roads  and  trails." 

Not  very  far  distant  is  another  club, 
which  owns  4,583  acres,  for  the  greater 
part  heavily  timbered  with  pine,  spruce, 


The  prime  objects  of  this  club,  as  in- 
deed of  the  most  of  them,  are  rest  and 
healthful  recreation  ;  and  to  this  end  a 
handsome  club-hoi;se  and  several  cot- 
tages have  been  built  and  well  furnished, 
special  efforts  having  been  made  for 
providing  the  memVjers  with  comforts 
and  accommodations  not  usually  found 
in  the  mountains.  Like  all  the  clubs  of 
the  Adirondacks,  it  uses  its  every  effort 
in  the  mterest  of  forest  preservation, 
and  in  the  propagation  of  fish  and  game. 
A  large  retinue  of  servants  and  guides, 
with  the  supermtendent,  Mr.  Robert 
Bibby,  live  on  the  place  during  the  en- 
tire year. 

In  the  town  of  Newcomb,  Essex 
County,  is   a   splendid   piece    of   forest 


MOLNTAIN    LODGE,    LrfTLE   MOOSE    LAKE,  ADIRONDACK    LEAGUE   CLUB. 


birch,  maple  and  beech.  There  are 
several  handsome  bodies  of  water  on 
the  preserve,  including  Mink  Thumb 
Splitrock,  Frank  Lonesome  and  three 
Beaver  Lakes,  and  a  number  of  well- 
stocked  streams  in  the  town  of  Minerva, 
Township  16,  Essex  County,  and  are  sur- 
rounded by  25,000  acres  owned  and 
preserved  by  the  State.  This  club, 
which  is  called  the  Adirondack  Preserve 
Association,  consists  of  fifty-eight  mem- 
bers, representing  the  cities  of  New 
York,  Pittsburg,  Chicago,  Cleveland, 
Cincinnati,  Binghamton,  Little  Falls, 
and  Newburyport,  Mass.,  while  a  few 
are  residents  of  Maine  and  Delaware. 


property  owned  by  Mr.  Robert  C.  Pruyn, 
of  Albany,  N.  Y.  It  consists  of  over 
10,000  acres,  including  several  handsome 
bodies  of  water  ;  and  it  was  largely  the 
excellent  fishing  and  hunting  it  affords 
that  induced  the  present  owner  to  pur- 
chase it.  It  is  called  Santanoni  Park, 
f:om  Santanoni  Mountain  which  rises  in 
its  vicinity. 

"Camp  Santanoni"  consists  of  five 
cottages  with  a  combined  frontage  of 
265  feet,  connected  by  five  thousand 
square  feet  of  piazza.  The  buildings 
are  made  of  peeled  logs,  and  more  than 
1,500  trees  were  used  in  the  construc- 
tion.    Large  fire-places,  made  from  the 


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native  stone,  are  found  within,  and  the 
entire  place  is  a  model  of  architectural 
beauty. 

There  are  numerous  other  valuable 
sporting  clubs  in  the  counties  of  Hamil- 
ton, Herkimer  and  St.  Lawrence,  be- 
sides those  already  mentioned.  In  fact, 
a  whole  volume  might  be  written  about 
these  delightful  play-grounds,  the  main 
objects  of  which  are  to  furnish  hunting, 
fishing,  health  and  recreation. 

The  6,200-acre  park  in  township  5, 
Herkimer  County,  controlled  by  the 
Beaver  River  Club  ;  the  56,000-acre  park 
in  the  central  part  of  Hamilton  County, 
which  the  owner,  Mr.  W.  West  Durant, 
of  New  York,    calls   "Summer    Park," 


maples  cast  their  grateful  shade  along 
the  entire  shores  of  the  lake,  and  lovely 
groves,  with  walks  and  drives  and  pretty 
resting-places,  abound. 

This  club  was  incorporated  in  July, 
1892,  and  its  membership  is  limited  to 
ten  members,  all  of  whom  reside  at 
Utica,  N.  Y.  The  club-house  is  well- 
furnished,  and  commodious  enough  for 
all  purposes.  The  place  is  prized  be- 
cause of  its  fine  fishing  and  shooting, 
and  becaiise  it  is  easy  of  access.  The 
presence  of  members  is  always  indi- 
cated by  the  large,  white  streamer 
bordered  with  blue,  and  bearing,  in  red 
letters,  the  name  of  the  club,  which 
floats  from  a  pole  seventy-five  feet  in 


A  OUIET  CORNER  AND  GOOD  SPORT. 


each  with  its  chain  of  lakes,  rich  feed- 
ing grounds  for  deer,  unbroken  forest, 
and  elegant  and  costly  club-houses  built 
of  logs  in  rustic  style,  and  containing 
almost  every  luxury  and  convenience 
that  wealth  and  taste  can  supply,  are 
specimens  of  the  modern,  permanent 
*'  sporting  camp  "  now  to  be  found  every- 
where throughout  the  Adirondacks,  and 
contrast  strangely  with  those  of  a  quar- 
ter of  a  century  ago,  when  the  "  Black- 
eye  Club,"  of  which  Dr.  RomiCyn,  of 
Keesevillc,  w^as  a  member,  was  in  ex- 
istence. 

There  is  a  delightful  place  of  two 
thousand  acres  down  at  Maple  Lake,  in 
Herkimer  County,  which  is  known  as 
the  Maple  Lake  Club.     Wide  spreading 


length,  cut  from  the  forest  at  the  head 
of  the  lake. 

Of  the  one  million  and  more  acres  em- 
Ijraced  in  the  sporting  clubs  of  the  Adi- 
rondacks, less  than  three  hundred  thou- 
sand acres  are  included  in  the  clubs  here- 
in mentioned  ;  but  sufficient  has  been 
said  to  give  an  idea  of  the  magnitude 
and  wonderful  resources  of  the  great 
wilderness,  and  of  its  wealth  of  forest, 
fish  and  game. 

While  the  claim  made  by  many  that 
the  Adirondacks  ought  by  right  to  be- 
long to  the  State,  the  poor  having_  an 
equal  right  with  the  rich,  seems  a  just 
one,  and  the  charge  made  against  some 
of  the  private  owners  of  large  preserves, 
that   they  assume  an  authority  far  be- 


THE  SPORTING   CLUBS  IN   THE  ADIRONDACKS. 


1  htito  by  K.  E.  McGlellan. 

COTTAGES   OF   THE    ADIRONDACK   MOUNTAIN    PRESERVE. 


yond  what  they  actually  possess,  is 
doubtless,  in  many  cases,  true,  it  should 
be  remembered  that,  until  recently,  the 
State  has  been  very  remiss  in  protect- 
ing and  preserving  this  matchless  in- 
heritance of  the  people  from  the  de- 
stroying hand  of  the  lumberman,  and 
that  many  of  its  fairest  sections  were 
being  rapidly  stripped  of  their  timber, 
and  the  lands  flooded  and  made  worth- 


less by  the  building  of  dams  and  the 
changing  of  water-courses. 

The  purchasing  and  careful  preserv- 
ing of  this  territory  for  sporting  pur- 
poses by  wealthy  individuals,  at  this 
time,  was,  therefore,  a  public  benefit  ; 
for,  had  this  devastation  continued  until 
now,  the  grand  Adirondacks  would  be 
comparatively  worthless. 

Personally,    I  have   always    believed 


Photo  by  K.  E.  McClellan. 

LOWER    AU    SABLE    LAKE,     ADIRONDACK    MOUNTAIN    PRESERVE, 


482 


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'  .msmmiM>~i^Kmmm*,'»-  h 


MAPLE    LAKE    CLUB-HU  USli,    FROM    THE    LAKE, 


that  the  State  should  have  control  of 
these  lands,  and  that  it  should  preserve 
them  for  the  benefit  and  pleasure  of  all 
the  people  equally  ;but, in  my  opinion,  far 
more  credit  is  due  to  the  sporting  clubs 
than  to  the  Siate  that  the  Adirondacks 
are  preserved  in  their  present  majesty. 


The  importance  of  the  preservation  of 
wide  stretches  of  nature  needs  no  de- 
fence in  the  pages  of  Outing,  but  were 
it  necessary,  I  should  be  justified  in  plac- 
ing high  in  the  reasons  of  State  the  pres- 
ervation of  the  water  supply  of  the 
Hudson  Water  Shed. 


MR.     VV.    DURRANT's    CAMP    IN    SUMMER    PARK    (BEAVER    RIVER    CLUB). 


BY     J.     PARMLY     PARET. 


SOONER  or  later,  in  his  career  on 
the  courts,  every  lawn  -  tennis 
player  of  any  skill  whatsoever 
gets  the  championship  bee  in  his 
bonnet.  He  may  at  first  modestly  hope 
for  only  a  local  championship,  or  he 
may  aspire  to  one  of  the  big  sectional 
cham.pionships,  or  even  to  the  great 
American  tennis  Derby,  the  national 
championship  at  Newport.  At  one  time 
or  another  this  ambition  spurs  on  every 
plaj^er  of  tournament  tennis,  and  he 
struggles  on  fitfully  while  the  spirit 
moves  him  in  his  hopes. 

He  begins  at  some  quiet  tournament 
where  the  entertainment  of  the  players 
is  scarce  and  the  quality  of  the  play  the 
better  for  its  absence,  and  works  like  a 
Trojan  for  the  honor  that  is  probably 
out  of  his  reach.  But  if  he  is  persistent, 
he  finally  realizes  either  the  goal  of  his 
ambition  or  the  futility  of  his  efforts. 
Occasionally  an  ambitious  player  suc- 
ceeds from  the  beginning  and  is  encour- 
aged to  try  for  higher  laurels.  If  he 
again  succeeds,  there  is  no  predicting 
where  his  ambition  will  lead  him,  if  only 
he  has  the  necessary  persistency — al- 
ways that  "if"  stares  him  in  the  face, 
for  persistency  is  the  very  soul  of  suc- 
cess in  tennis.  He  may  become  na- 
tional champion  in  time,  or  he  may  give 
up  in  disgust  when  he  realizes  that  he 
has  reached  his  limit. 

Every  good  tournament  player  has 
one  distinct  object  in  view  throughout 
the  season.  If  he  is  not  ranked  he  wants 
to  earn  a  place  among  the  recognized 
players.  If  he  is  ranked  in  the  official 
list  of  the  experts  of    the   country,  he 


wants  to  improve  his  rating.  He  is  very 
sure  that  he  can  beat  certain  men  and 
he  is  very  anxious  that  none  of  them 
should  beat  him.  On  the  other  hand,  he 
is  very  keen  to  beat  some  of  those  who 
are  rated  better  than  he  is,  and  thus  im- 
prove his  standing. 

Among  the  men  of  the  same  class 
there  is  a  great  deal  of  rivalry  for  the 
higher  positions  in  the  official  list  at  the 
end  of  the  year.  Far  down  in  the  bot- 
tom of  his  heart,  hidden  deep  under  the 
respect  that  he  has  for  .the  others'  skill, 
each  cherishes  a  secret  belief  that  he 
can  beat  his  closest  rivals;  and  this  con- 
fidence is  not  dispelled  by  any  means 
when  he  loses  to  them  in  open  battle. 
The  second-class  men,  however,  realize 
that  the  "cracks  "  are  out  of  their  reach, 
and  the  third-class  players  are  generally 
satisfied  that  their  seniors  are  too  good 
for  them;  but  an  off-day  sometimes  up- 
sets even  these  fixed  boundaries. 

There  is  no  game  on  the  calendar  of 
sports  in  which  the  difference  in  "  class  " 
is  so  marked  ;  nor  any  in  which  "  form  " 
is  so  deceptive.  This  is  largely  because 
of  the  loose  training  methods  of  so  many 
of  the  good  players.  They  are  as  "  fit 
as  a  fiddle  "  to-day,  and  badly  out  of  con- 
dition to-morrow.  How  could  human 
beings  play  a  game  of  pure  skill  like 
tennis  consistently  under  such  circum- 
stances ?  But  once  a  man  reaches  the 
first  class,  and  becomes  a  thorough 
"  crack,"  he  is  never — what  never  ?  well, 
hardly  ever  ! — beaten  by  an  under-class 
man,  unless  this  same  under-class  man 
soon  afterward  justifies  his  victory  by 
taking   a  legitimately  earned  place   in 


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the  higher  class.  "  Flukes  "  among  men 
of  the  same  class  are  frequent  in  tennis, 
but  pure  "  upsets  "  are  very  rare. 

Of  the  big  tournaments  in  the  East- 
ern "circuit"  there  are  three,  preemi- 
nently above  all  the  others,  which  are 
"  record "  events.  At  these  tourna- 
ments, all  the  players  seem  to  realize 
that  their  records  are  at  stake,  and  they 
take  the  greatest  care  in  their  prepara- 
tion and  training.  Each  seems  pos- 
sessed with  the  idea  that  he  is  making 
history,  and  every  match  is  fought  out 
with  the  true  determination  to  win  or 
die  in  the  attempt.  Of  course  the  na- 
tional championship  meeting  at  New- 
port holds  the  foremost  position  among 
these  events,  but  there  are  two  others 
nearly  as  important- — the  tournament 
for  the  Longwood  challenge  bowl,  and 
the  Eastern  championship  in  doubles, 
and  the  Middle  States  championship 
meeting  held  at  Orange  every  summer. 

Each  of  these  tournaments  has  a 
serious  air  of  hard  work  about  it,  and 
the  younger  players  study  the  styles  of 
the  more  experienced  experts  and  then 
go  off  to  the  side  courts  to  put  into 
practice  the  knowledge  theyhave  reaped. 
Big  crowds  watch  the  matches,  but  the 
players  themselves  do  not  meet  the  spec- 
tators or  mix  much  with  them.  They  are 
there  for  play.  The  training,  too,  is  more 
strict  than  usual  ;  the  men  cut  off  smok- 
ing, go  to  bed  earlier,  and  are  more  care- 
ful about  what  they  eat.  The  Long- 
wood  week  is  even  more  business  like 
than  Newport  in  many  ways.  Let  me 
picture  the  life  there. 

The  Longwood  grounds  are  situated 
out  in  the  suburbs  of  Boston.  A  huge 
cricket  field  of  fine  turf  is  enclosed  in 
canvas  walls,  looking  at  a  short  distance 
much  like  some  great  traveling  circus 
encamped  for  a  performance.  The  can- 
vas serves  the  triple  duty  of  shutting 
out  the  ubiquitous  small  boy,  of  break- 
ing the  force  of  the  wind,  which  might 
affect  the  play,  and  affording  an  even 
background  for  the  players.  Last  sum^- 
mer,  however,  Eaves,  one  of  the  English 
visitors,  complained  that  the  canvas 
made  it  more  difficult  for  him  to  follow 
the  balls  in  their  flight  through  the  air, 
and  it  was  lowered  at  either  end  of  his 
court.  He  was  used  to  the  even  green 
background  of  trees  at  the  Queen's 
Club,  in  London. 

The  players  begin  to  gather  at  the 
grounds  by  ten  o'clock  each  morning, 


and  as  fast  as  they  arrive  at  the  field 
they  are  started  in  with  their  matches. 
The  club  has  ten  excellent  turf  courts, 
and  its  hard-working  Secretary,  Palmer 
Presbrey,  to  whose  energies  the  success 
of  the  Longwood  tournament  is  largely 
due,  assigns  each  pair  to  a  court,  and 
the  play  begins.  All  of  the  matches  at 
Longwood  are  best  three  in  five  sets, 
instead  of  the  ordinary  two  in  three,  and 
it  takes  several  hours  to  play  them 
through.  Occasionally  a  long  and  stub- 
born one  lasts  all  day. 

Before  noon  arrives,  all  of  the  play- 
ers who  are  still  in  the  ranks  of  the  un- 
beaten have  assembled,  and  every  court 
on  the  grounds  is  busy.  A  big  tent 
over  at  one  side  of  the  grounds  is  set 
apart  as  a  lunch-room,  and  the  manage- 
ment of  the  club  has  established  a 
"training  table,"  which  is  one  of  the 
features  of  the  tournament.  For  two 
hours,  during  the  middle  of  the  day,  the 
players — there  is  always  a  big  entry  at 
Longwood — stream  over  to  the  lunch- 
table  and  enjoy  the  healthiest  of  food. 
Great  luscious  slices  of  rare  roast  beef, 
coffee,  rolls  and  ale  are  to  be  had,  and 
nothing  else. 

When  afternoon  comes,  the  courts  are 
filled  again.  Indeed,  there  is  scarcely  an 
hour  all  day  in  which  several  matches 
are  not  in  progress.  A  special  court  is 
set  aside  for  the  best  exhibition  matches, 
and  these  are  generally  scheduled  for 
afternoon,  when  a  big  crowd  comes  out. 

At  Newport  the  life  of  the  con- 
scientious player  is  much  the  same. 
The  grounds  there  are  in  the  Casino, 
however,  and  much  more  accessible. 
Almost  all  the  players  take  good  care  of 
themselves,  and  reall}^  try  hard  for  the 
best  results.  Everybody  in  Newport 
swarms  to  the  tennis  courts,  during  the 
tournament,  about  eleven  in  the  morn- 
ing ;  and  for  the  next  two  hours  the 
courts  are  all  surrounded  by  interested 
spectators  and  occupied  by  struggling, 
determined  players.  There  are  twelve 
courts  in  the  Newport  Casino,  and  one  of 
them  is  surrounded  by  seats  and  a  big 
stand.  This  is  the  "  championship " 
court,  and  all  of  the  most  important 
matches  are  played  there.  The  un- 
technical  spectators — and  most  of  those 
at  Newport  are  untechnical — invariably 
crowd  over  around  this  court  when  a 
match  is  in  progress  there,  and  some- 
times clever  play  on  the  other  courts 
goes  unrewarded  in  consequence. 


A    SUMMER    WITH   THE    TENNIS  EXPERTS. 


485 


It  is  a  sight  worth  going  many  miles, 
to  see  that  court  surrounded  by  the  en- 
thusiastic crowd  which  invariably  gath- 
ers for  the  finals  and  championship  m  atch 
each  year.  The  attendance  on  these 
days  is  generally  about  three  thousand, 
and  the  court  is  completely  surrounded 
by  the  inevitable  "  sea  of  faces."  The 
crowd  lost  their  heads  last  summer  when 
Eaves  and  Wrenn  were  struggling  for 
the  championship,  and  were  discourteous 
enough  to  applaud  the  English  visitor's 
errors,  in  their  enthusiam  for  Wrenn  to 
win.  There  is  always  a  strong  favorite 
with  the  spectators  at  Newport,  and 
they  usually  show  their  preference  very 
strongly.  Ex -Champion  O.  S.  Camp- 
bell used  to  be  the  general  favorite 
there ;  then  Malcolm  G.  Chace  took  his 
place,  and  now  Champion  R.  D.  Wrenn 
has  the  honor  of  carrying  all  the  hopes 
of  the  pretty  girls. 

Another  feature  of  Newport  tennis, 
too,  is  the  general  interest  that  all  of 
the  lesser  players  show  in  the  success 
of  the  experts  who  are  battling  for  the 
championship.  Most  of  those  realize 
that  their  championship  chances  are 
hopeless,  but  they  struggle  with  deter- 
mination for  a  good  ranking.  Once  they 
are  beaten  and  out,  all  their  interest  is 
centered  on  the  play  of  the  cracks  ;  and 
they  get  high  chairs  or  ladders,  and 
even  sit  on  fences  and  in  trees  to  see 
over  the  heads  of  the  crowd  that  sur- 
round the  championship  court.  Oc- 
casionally they  are  taken  "  behind  the 
scenes  "  to  act  as  umpires  on  the  lines, 
and  then  they  need  not  crane  their 
necks  for  the  coveted  view  of  the  court. 

But  until  they  are  beaten  it  is  plain 
hard  work,  for  even  the  poorer  players, 
at  Newport.  The  "  off-hours  "  are  few, 
and  the  attention  is  all  centered  on  the 
niatch  in  hand  or  the  match  of  the  mor- 
row. The  players  live  at  the  Casino 
inost  of  the  time,  and  go  away  only  to 
eat  and  sleep. 

But  there  is  a  brighter  side  to  lawn 
tennis  ;  let  us  turn  to  that.  After  the 
young  player's  ambition  has  been  sat- 
isfied— or  disappointed,  as  is  more  often 
the  case — he  may  give  up  the  game  in 
disgust  when  he  realizes  that  he  has 
reached  his  limit ;  or,  lucky  man  !  he 
inay  have  the  good  sense  to  be  sat- 
isfied with  the  honors  that  are  within 
his  reach,  and  go  on  playing  matches 
for  the  sheer  pleasure  of  the  sport.  A 
summer's  tour  of  the  big  tournaments 


undoubtedly  offers  one  of  the  most  de- 
lightful of  vacations,  but  only  a  man 
who  plays  the  game  well  will  be  really 
welcomed.  Then  his  experience  and 
the  skill  he  has  acquired  by  his  labori- 
ous efforts  to  gratify  his  tennis  ambi- 
tion prove  the  opcii,  sesame. 

Occasionally  we  see  a  devotee  of  the 
game  whose  skill  is  far  behind  his  en- 
thusiasm, welcomed  to  the  coterie. 

It  should  be  understood  that  tennis 
players  are  distinctly  gregarious;  they 
travel  in  groups  from  place  to  place, 
from  tournament  to  tournament.  There 
is  a  certain  freemasonry  among  them 
that  wins  a  cordial  handshake  from  one 
player  to  another,  no  matter  where 
they  may  meet.  The  "regulars"  get 
to  know  each  other  very  well  indeed,, 
and  the  closest  of  friendships  are  built 
up  among  those  who  play  together 
often.  Old  friends,  and  even  partners 
in  doubles,  meet  in  the  single  events  on 
opposite  sides  of  the  net,  and  each  fights 
hard  for  the  victory;  but  when  it  is  all 
over  the  victor  and  the  vanquished  are 
as  free  from  ill-feeling  as  ever. 

The  summer's  campaign  is  mapped 
out  early  in  the  spring,  when  the  first 
official  list  of  tournaments  is  published, 
and  the  itinerary  invariably  includes 
two  or  three  of  the  tournaments  where 
the  players  are  sure  of  a  good  time  as 
well  as  good  tennis.  A  long  season's 
steady  training  would  be  too  severe  for 
the  average  athlete,  and  there  must  be 
oases  in  the  desert  of  plain  food,  early 
hours  and  no  smoking.  The  players 
choose  for  their  recreation  a  few  of  the 
tournaments  given  at  summer  hotels, 
where  they  are  sure  to  find  good  courts, 
and  where  other  diversions  abound. 

It  is  this  gregariousness  of  the  Amer- 
ican variety  that  makes  the  work  of 
the  tournament  committees  so  difficult. 
Fine  prizes  and  all  sorts  of  other  attrac- 
tions are  offered,  but  the  average  tour- 
nament player  is  independent  enough  to 
overlook  all  such  inducements  and  go 
where  the  rest  go.  Occasionally,  one 
sees  a  good  player  quietly  slip  off  in 
some  different  direction  to  the  others, 
but  when  he  returns  to  the  fold  with 
his  trunk  filled  with  prizes  and  cheap 
honors,  lie  has  to  endure  a  wonderful 
amount  of  good-natured  raillery  for  his 
"  mug-hunting  expedition." 

'■  I  understand  thev  play  great  tennis 
down  at  Podunk.  Were  the  prizes  very 
fine  ?  "  one  of  his  confreres  will  venture. 


486 


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A   BIG    GAME   AT   WENTWORTH. 


when  the  prodigal  returns  to  the  fold. 
And  a  general  laugh  goes  the  rounds  at 
his  expense. 

The  more  subtle  form  that  this  "  jol- 
lying "  usually  takes  is  shown  in  the 
ingenious  questions  that  one  player  will 
ask  another  within  the  hearing  of  the 
culprit,  both  feigning  ignorance  of  his 
proximity. 

"Did  you  see  the  Podunk  Bladder\a.s,t 
week  ?      It  gave   two   whole    columns 


to  the  tennis  tournament  there,  with 
pictures  of  Smith  before  and  after.  He's 
one  of  our  coming  cracks,  I  understand; 
they  say  his  Lawford  strokes  were  mar- 
velous, and  the  girls  sat  around  his  court 
in  admiring  bevies  all  the  time  he  was 
playing.  Guess  we'll  have  to  play  down  at 
Podunk  next  year.  Hello,  Jack;  you  here? 
I  thought  you  stayed  over  at  Podunk 
with  the  charming  Miss  Somebody." 
The  success  of  tournament  fixtures  is 


*'THE   TENNIS    DERBY  "    AT    NEWPORT. 


A   SUMMER    WITH   THE    TENNIS  EXPERTS. 


487 


not  always  permanent,  for  players  are 
fickle  in  their  allegiance,  and  many 
popular  events  are  necessarily  aban- 
•doned  because  they  cannot  get  entries. 

For  instance,  a  new  tournament  is 
started  at  Smithtown,  and  the  managers 
happen  to  know  one  or  two  of  the  influ- 
ential tournament  players.  They  laud 
up  the  attractions  of  Smithtown,  tell  of 
the  fine  prizes  and  the  hospitality  of 
their  club  or  hotel,  and  dilate  upon  the 
inducements  intended  to  attract  the 
players.  Then  some  good  Samaritan 
goes  out  among  the  other  players  and 
retails  this  all  over  again.  One  or  two 
■of  them,  perhaps,  agree  to  play  at 
Smithtown,  and  they  induce  two  or 
three  others  to  go  there  with  them. 
Then  the  whole  lot  flock  over  to  that 
meeting,  and  abandon  some  older  tour- 


other  appurtenances  of  the  game.  Then 
their  vanity  comes  in  for  its  demands  ; 
they  insist  on  having  some  "gallery." 
If  there  are  few  spectators  to  watch  the 
matches,  the  interest  dies  out  quickly, 
yet  it  is  not  always  the  tournament 
where  the  greatest  enthusiasm  is  shown 
over  the  play  that  is  the  most  popular. 
After  the  tennis  is  over  each  day,  the 
players  have  plenty  of  time  on  their 
hands  ;  and  "  tennis  week  "  is  composed 
entirely  of  red-letter  days  in  the  calen- 
dar of  the  summer  residents  and  cot- 
tagers at  the  watering-places  and  mount- 
ain resorts,  where  most  of  the  tourna- 
ments are  given,  and  the  populace  look 
forward  to  them  w4th  great  pleasure. 
Whether  it  is  because  of  the  time-hon- 
ored scarcity  of  men  at  summering- 
places,    which   is    relieved   temporarily 


THE    SORRENTO    COURTS. 


nament  that  they  intended  to  play  in. 
Result — the  older  tournament  is  aban- 
doned for  lack  of  entries,  and  the  new 
■one  is  a  great  success,  alwaj^s  providing 
that  the  attractions  of  Smithtown  ma- 
terialize and  prove  to  be  as  great  as 
painted. 

If  the  pla5^ers  are  enthusiastic  over 
the  new  place  when  they  leave,  its  tour- 
nament is  an  assured  success  for  the 
following  year,  and  thereafter,  until  they 
tire  of  Smithtown,  or  a  newer  and  more 
promising  event  is  scheduled  the  same 
week  elsewhere. 

It  is  really  surprising  what  unex- 
pected things  will  influence  the  players 
for  or  against  a  certain  tournament. 
First  of  all,  they  insist  on  having  good 
courts,  plenty  of  balls,  good  nets,  and 


when  the  tennis-players  come,  or  be- 
cause they  are  an  interesting  set  of  men, 
whom  even  the  most  exclusive  are  glad 
to  meet  socially,  they  are  certainly  wel- 
comed with,  metaphorically  speaking, 
open  arms.  The  courts  are  the  most 
popular  spots  during  the  matches,  and, 
in  the  ball-room,  later,  the  tennis-play- 
ers are  the  most  popular  partners. 

Everyone  goes  to  the  tennis  matches, 
and  when  the  players  have  been  intro- 
duced, as  they  are  sure  to  be  after  the 
first  or  second  day,  everyone  singles 
out  a  champion  to  applaud  for  and  the 
excitement  begins  to  run  high.  Dances 
and  concerts  are  given  at  the  cottages  ; 
sailing  parties,  wheeling  parties  and 
driving  parties  are  gotten  up  ;  and  there 
is   generally   a   tennis  cotillion   at   the 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


hotel,  while  the  week  winds  up  with  a 
ball,  at  which  the  prizes  are  presented 
to  the  winners. 

From  the  social  standpoint,  the  most 
successful  tournaments  of  the  season 
are  the  Canadian  championship  and  the 
international  tournament  at  Niagara- 
on-the-Lake ;  the  Wentworth  tourna- 
ment at  Newcastle,  and  the  Maine  State 
championship  at  Sorrento.  Of  these, 
the  greatest  is  the  Canadian. 

The  hospitality  of  the  Canucks  is  fa- 
mous the  world  over,  but  if  an  Ameri- 
can wants  to  learn  what  it  really  is  like, 
he  should  learn  to  play  tennis  and  enter 
the  Niagara  tournament  some  summer. 
Although  you  live  under  the  British 
flag  and  sing  "  God  Save  the  Queen  "  at 
the  end  of  every  evening's  entertain- 
ment, no  matter  whether  it  be  concert, 
dance  or  ball,  you  feel  quite  as  much  at 
home  as  at  any  of  the  tournaments 
"over  in  the  States,"  as  they  say  up 
there.  The  Canadian  players  them- 
selves are  far  behind  the  Americans  in 
skill,  but  they  cordially  invite  us  up 
there  each  year  to  carry  off  their  prizes, 
and  then  welcome  us  royally  while  we 
are  beating  them. 

All  of  the  players  are  domiciled  in 
the  "Annex,"  a  one-story  building  a 
hundred  yards  from  the  main  hotel  and 
close  to  the  tennis  courts,  which  is  re- 
served strictly  as  a  "  bachelors'  hall  " 
during  tournament  week.  This  Annex 
is  really  one  of  the  features  of  the  tour- 
nament, and  divers  and  sundry  rumors 
are  always  in  circulation  'of  the  dark 
deeds  that  take  place  there  during  the 
wee  hours.  Once  each  week  (and  oc- 
casionally oftener)  sleep  is  murdered 
by  a  vigilance  committee  of  Macbeths 
self-appointed  to  see  that  no  one  dozes  ; 
and  on  these  occasions  the  unfortunate 
player  who  has  a  sensible  desire  to 
sleep  before  his  battle  of  the  morning 
is  lucky  if  a  pitcher  of  cold  water  or  a 
rudely-hurled  pillow  does  not  disturb 
his  slumber.  There  are  also  whispers 
of  midnight  card  parties. 

The  week  is  generally  wound  up  with 
a  dinner  to  the  players,  when  everybody 
drinks  everybody  else's  health,  and  the 
bonds  of  eternal  friendship  betwen  the 
Americans  and  the  Canadians  are  sealed 
many  times. 

But  of  the  tennis  itself.  There  are 
five  excellent  grass  courts  on  the  hotel 
grounds,  and  with  the  forty  odd  players 
who  are  generally  distributed  through 


five  or  six  different  events,  they  are 
usually  filled  from  early  morning  till 
sunset.  A  grassy  terrace  overlooks  the 
''  championship  "  court,  where  the  best 
matches  always  take  place,  and  here 
the  spectators  gather  to  watch  the  play. 
Everybody  in  the  hotel  follows  the 
play  as  closely  as  the  players,  and 
cottagers  and  villagers  from  the  sur- 
rounding neighborhood  drive  in  or 
walk  over  to  see  the  matches.  Later 
in  the  week,  when  the  most  exciting 
contests  are  reached,  the  brilliant  red 
uniforms  of  officers  from  the  British 
fort  not  far  away  lend  additional  color 
to  the  gay  scene,  and  an  occasional 
party  of  American  officers,  with  their 
friends,  row  over  from  the  American 
fort  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  Niagara 
River  to  see  the  tennis. 

Niagara-on-the-Lake  is  situated  just  at 
the  mouth  of  the  Niagara  River,  where 
it  empties  into  Lake  Ontario,  and  the 
Annex  is  perched  on  the  edge  of  a  bluff 
overlooking  the  lake.  The  players  dress, 
for  their  matches  in  their  rooms  ;  and 
when  they  have  finished  play  they  jump 
into  bathing  suits  and  plunge  down  the 
bank  and  into  the  lake  for  a  swim,  each 
day,  a  process  that  is  a  decided  improve- 
ment on  the  ordinary  shower-bath.  If 
the  match  is  in  the  late  afternoon,  they 
change  back  from  bathing  clothes  tO' 
dress  suits,  and  go  up  to  the  hotel  for 
dinner  and  the  dance  in  the  evening. 
If  it  be  earlier  in  the  day,  a  fishing  trip 
in  the  river,  a  wheeling  tour  along  the 
shore  of  the  lake,  or  possibly  a  sail  in 
the  rakishly  -  rigged  fishing  boat  out 
in  the  lake,  passes  away  a  few  happy 
hours.  Rowing  and  golf,  with  excel- 
lent links,  are  among  the  other  attrac- 
tions of  the  place. 

One  other  feature  deserves  special 
mention  in  connection  with  the  meet- 
ings here.  The  bright  young  Cana- 
dian barristers,  both  officers  of  the 
Canadian  L.  T.  A.,  who  conduct  the 
Niagara  tournament  each  year  have 
added  a  new  feature  in  the  form  of  a 
daily  paper  called  the  Lark,  which  is 
quite  unique.  This  little  sheet  comes- 
out  about  noon  every  day  during  the 
tennis  week,  and  its  four  or  six  pages, 
are  devoted  exclusively  to  the  news  of 
the  tournament.  For  half  an  hour  after 
it  comes  out  each  day,  everybody,  player 
and  spectator  alike,  is  buried  in  his  copy^ 
for  no  one  knows  who  will  be  the  next 
victim  of  the  really  clever  pens  of  the 


A   SUMMER    WITH   THE    TENNIS  EXPERTS. 


489 


editors.  They  satirize  everybody,  g-ood- 
naturedly,  but  none  takes  offence  at  his 
caricature,  for  each  is  sure  to  come  in 
.sooner  or  later  for  a  bit  of  wit  or  a  joke 
at  his  expense.  The  last  day  of  the 
tournament  the  Lark  is  generally  turned 
over  to  the  players  to  edit,  a  committee 
of  whom  takes  revenge  on  the  editors 
for  their  sport  of  the  week. 

The  Wentworth  tournament  and  that 
at  Sorrento  are  nearly  as  jolly,  though 
on  a  different  scale.  Both  are  more 
formal,  and  the  dances  and  cotillions 
more  pretentious.  Each  of  these  hotels 
is  larger  than  the  Queen's  Royal,  and 
accommodates  so  many  more  guests  that 
it  is  often  impossible  for  the  players  to 
meet  everybody  as  they  do  in  Canada. 
All  day  long  the  matches  are  in  prog- 
ress, and  the  guests,  as  well  as  the  play- 
ers, sit  on  the  porches  overlooking  the 
court  and  applaud  the  clever  strokes. 
George  Wright,  the  veteran  baseball 
player,  golfer,  and  now  one  of  the  most 
popular  patrons  of  lawn  -tennis,  is  the 
presiding  genius  of  the  Wentworth  tour- 
nament, and  the  players  thoroughly  en- 
joy themselves  during  tournament  week. 
There  are  invariably  two  or  three  dances 
during  the  week,  concerts  twice  a  day, 
and  sailing  and  driving  parties  galore. 

At  Sorrento,  the  Wentworth  tourna- 
ment is  reproduced  on  a  smaller  scale. 
Arthur  L.  Williston,  an  old-time  tennis 
player,  does  the  honors  for  the  visiting 
players.  There  the  tournament  court 
overlooks  the  bay  between  the  main- 
land and  Bar  Harbor  on  Mount  Desert, 
while  the  attractions  for  the  players  are 


almost  as  multitudinous  as  at  the  other 
gay  tournaments. 

There  is  another  class  of  tournaments 
in  which  only  the  second-class  men  are 
likely  to  meet,  and  where  the  rivalry  is 
quite  as  exciting  and  the  results  and  the 
prizes  even  more  in  doubt.  Here,  too,  the 
c|uality  of  the  play  is  considered  before 
the  entertainment.  The  list  includes 
such  meetings  as  the  Southern  cham- 
pionship at  Washington,  the  New  Eng- 
land championship  at  New  Haven,  the 
Metropolitan  championship  atNewYork, 
and  most  of  the  State  championship 
tournaments. 

Then  there  are  the  sectional  events 
not  included  in  the  Eastern  circuit,  such 
as  the  Pacific  Coast  championships,  the 
Pacific  Northwestern  championships, 
the  Western  championships,  the  North- 
western championships,  and  one  or  two 
other  events  in  the  Western  circuit. 
Only  the  players  of  its  own  locality  as  a 
rule  take  part  in  each  of  these  events. 
And,  finally,  there  are  the  invitation 
tournaments,  which  are  generally  open 
onlvto  the  crack  players  of  the  country, 
and  which  arc  really  given  as  exhibi- 
tions for  the  spectators,  although  the 
records  of  the  matches  are  the  most  im- 
portant in  tennis  history. 

Take  it  all  in  all,  the  lot  of  the  tourna- 
ment tennis  player  is  most  certainly  a 
joyous  one.  From  the  early  spring  until 
the  season  ends  in  the  fall,  he  leads  a 
life  of  the  most  enjoyable  excitement. 
It  takes  him  years  to  learn  to  play  well 
enough  to  reach  this  point,  but  when  he 
does  he  is  thoroughly  repaid. 


0.\    THE  LONGWOOD   GROUNDS. 


<S:M&°''-/-e 


BY  H.  W.  HUNTINGTON. 


FAR-OFF  Russia,  where  winters  are 
so  severe  that  but  for  a  few  months 
in  the  entire  year  are  the  fields  free 
from  snow,  is  the  home  of  a  breed 
of  dogs  known  there  as  the  Borzoi,  or 
Psovie.  The  dogs  are  grand  in  aspect, 
with  long,  flowing  coats  of  silken  tex- 
ture that  defy  the  terrible  cold,  and 
they  are  built  on  lines  that  speak  vol- 
umes for  the  antiquity  of  their  origin. 
In  this  country  they  are  known  as  Rus- 
sian wolfhounds. 

The  first  specimen  of  the  breed  ever 
exhibited  here  was  the  property  of  Mr. 
Edw.  Kelly,  who,  seeing  it  in  Paris  late 
in  the  eighties,  recognized  its  great 
beauty  and  showed  it  at  the  West- 
minster Kennel  Club  Show,  where  it 
created  a  decided  sensation.  Since  that 
time  some  of  our  enthusiasts  have  im- 
ported the  best  specimens  to  be  had  in 
continental  Europe,  and  to-day  our  ex- 
hibits at  the  various  shows  are  well 
worth  seeing. 

England  is  the  country  that  has  per- 
haps done  most  for  the  breed.  Some 
fifteen  years  ago  the  Briton  secured  the 
best  that  Russia  had  and  bred  them 
with  the  exceeding  judgment  he  dis- 
plays in  such  matters.  He  to-day  pos- 
sesses beyond  question  some  of  the 
grandest  living.  Within  the  past  few 
years,  however,  Germany  has  made 
most  wonderful  strides  in  breeding  these 
dogs,  and  together  with  the  Briton  has 
brought  them  very  rapidly  to  the  fore. 
It  seems  to  be  a  breed  particularly 
adapted  to  the  Germans  and  their 
climate,    which   may  perhaps   in   some 


degree  account  for  the  success  they  are 
reaping  in  the  breeding.  In  fact,  so 
much  has  the  breed  degenerated  in 
Russia  for  want  of  intelligent  mating,, 
that  one  of  our  greatest  German  fanciers 
and  judges  of  the  breed  claims  that  the 
purchasers  of  good  specimens  must  here- 
after look  to  Germany  and  Great  Britain 
for  what  they  want,  and  never  think 
of  seeking  anything  in  Russia.  The- 
proof  of  the  lack  of  knowing  the  es- 
sential and  correct  points  of  the  breed 
on  the  part  of  the  Russians  was  never 
more  forcibly  shown  than  some  three 
years  ago,  when  the  Czar  of  Russia  sent 
over  to  one  of  the  great  English  shows- 
a  choice  draught  from  his  kennels.. 
With  the  exception  of  one  exhibit  these 
dogs  were  not  in  any  particular  equal 
to  the  English-bred  ones. 

The  Czar  presented  to  the  Prince  of 
Wales  Molodetz  and  Owdalzka,  which 
were  considered  the  choice  of  his  ken- 
nels, but  when  they  reached  England 
they  were  found  to  be  not  nearly  so 
good  as  some  other  dogs  not  born  in  the 
purple,  as  it  were. 

Lady  Emily  Peel  and  the  Rev.  J. 
Cumings  Macdonna  were  the  first  of 
English  enthusiasts  to  show  these  dogs 
in  London,  and  there  in  the  streets  it  was- 
a  common  sight  to  see  her  ladyship  with 
her  two  white  dogs  that  created  univer- 
sal admiration  wherever  they  appeared. 

Later  on  the  Duchess  of  Newcastle,. 
Mrs.  Col.  Wellesley,  Messrs.  Muir, 
Blees,  Dobbleman,  Musgrave,  Labou- 
chere,  and  Prince  Demidoff  became 
sponsors  for  this  magnificent  breed,  and. 


THE  BORZOI,    OR  RUSSIAN   WOLFHOUND. 


491 


tinder  their  fostering  care  it  is  hardly 
to  be  wondered  that  the  improvement 
has  been  so  great. 

The  earliest  of  the  finest  specimens 
belonged  to  Colonel  Wellesley,  and  with 
his  Krilutt  in  the  stud  he  probably  did 
more  for  the  advancement  of  the  breed 
than  any  one  else.  Oudar  and  Koratai 
also  have  been  very  instrumental  in 
producing  good  stock,  ■  so  naught,  re- 
mains now  but  judicious  breeding  to 
bring  the  Borzoi  to  a  state  bordering 
on  absolute  perfection  according  to  the 
standard  for  this  breed.  Bytschock, 
owned  by  Mr.  Vallmer,  undoubtedly 
stands  to-day  at  the  head  of  all  the 
Borzois  of  continental  Europe,  and, 
while  standing  full  thirty-two  inches  at 
the  shoulder,  is  most  symmetrically 
made.  Gaimane,  however,  is  making  a 
great  bid  for  first  honors,  and  when 
they  meet  excite- 
ment runs  high. 
Five  thousand 
marks  have  been 
offered  for  the 
former  by  Mr. 
Kraus,one  of  our 
American  enthu- 
siasts, but  the  of- 
fer was  refused. 
Tartar,  an- 
other  great  dog 
owned  in  Ger- 
many, has  gone 
the  way  of  all 
dog  flesh.  He 
during  his  life- 
time was  consid- 
ered by  many  to 
be   the   equal  of  England's  champions. 

There  seems  to  be  a  fascination  about 


BOWER   GIRL,    A   TYPICAL   ENGLISH    GREYHOUND. 


MIRZA   SPORT. 


the  dog  that  few  can  resist,  and  where 
once    it    has    gained    a    warm    corner 
in   the  heart   no  other  breed  can  take 
its  place. 

, The    Duchess 

of  Newcastle, 
wh  o  recent- 
ly  entered  the 
judging  ring, 
donning  the 
ermine  for  the 
first  time  and 
adjudicating 
upon  the  merits 
of  the  exhibits 
with  great  suc- 
cess, is  now  the 
most  enthusias- 
tic admirer  of 
the  Borzoi  in 
England,  while 
Mr.  Kalmountz- 
ky  holds  the  same  position  in  Russia,  he 
having  recently  given  25,000  roubles  for 
a  young  dog.  He  expended  in  one 
5^ear  over  42,000  roubles  in  endeavoring 
to  make  his  collection  the  finest  in  the 
world. 

In  the  steppes  of  Russia,  where 
wolves  are  so  numerous,  as  well  as 
throughout  the  entire  realm,  the  Borzoi 
is  used  for  hunting  these  beasts,  which, 
in  severe  winters,  will  encroach  upon 
towns,  and  even  cities,  attacking  men 
and  children  alike,  while  sheep  and  cat- 
tle seem  to  be  their  especial  prey. 

When  driven  by  hunger,  the  wolves 
stop  at  nothing,  attacking  and  killing 
horses  and  cows.  In  addition  to  being 
large  and  heavy,  the  wolves  are  exceed- 
ingly cunning,  and  try  not  only  the  pa- 
tience but  the  ingenuity  of  the  hunter 


492 


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to  catch  them.  It  will,  therefore,  be 
seen  that  only  a  large  and  powerful  dog 
endowed  with  great  speed  and  courage 
is  able  to  cope  with  them,  and  nature 
seems  to  have  well  provided  the  Borzoi 
for  this  purpose. 

Nearly  all  dogs  used  in  hunting  wild 
animals  not  only  attack  but  endeavor  to 
kill  their  quarry,  but  with  the  Borzoi  it 
is  entirely  different.  At  an  early  age 
they  are  put  into  training  with  old  and 
experienced  dogs,  so  they  soon  learn 
how  to  properly  attack  their  adversary. 

The  forests  are  full  of  wolves,  so  when 
a  hunt  is  instituted  the  hunters  assemble 
at  stated  places,  each  with  a  pack  of 
hounds  varying  in  number  from  eight 
to  twenty.  Beaters  are  sent  deep  into 
the  forest  hours  before  the  hunt  begins 
to  drive  the  wolves  out  into  the  open. 
After  these  beasts  are  well  in  view,  four 
Borzois  generally  are  let  loose  as  a  team 
from  slips,  the  same  as  are  used  in 
England  in  greyhound  coursing,  and 
then  begins  the  race  for  life,  for  when 
once  overtaken  by  the  dogs  the  wolves 
know  that  death  is  soon  to  follow.  The 
wolf  and  the  dog  being  both  of  the  same 
genus,  one  knows  all  the  tricks  of  the 
other  ;  hence,  it  is  like  the  traditional 
Greek  meeting  Greek. 

As  soon  as  the  wolf  is  sighted  and  the 
dogs  slipped,  the  hunters,  generally  on 
horseback,  follow  as  close  as  possible, 
and  watch  for  the  opportune  moment  in 
which  to  attack  and  kill  their  prey. 
When  one  of  the  dogs  gets  nearly  side 
by  side  with  the  wolf  he  makes  one  bold 
spurt,  and  with  the  foreshoulder  strikes 
the  wolf  so  that  he  is  knocked  over. 
The  other  dogs  coming  up,  each  strikes 
him  in  the  same  manner  as  he  tries  to 
rise,  or  they  pin  him  to  the  earth,  and  so 
engage  him  till  the  hunter  arrives,  who, 
with  spear  or  knife,  kills  him. 

In  general  appearance  the  Borzoi  re- 
sembles a  large  English  greyhound,  but 
with  long  silky  coat,  attenuated  head, 
and  rather  flat-sided  body.  The  stand- 
ard adopted  calls  for  a  very  long  and 
lean  head  throughout,  with  a  flat,  nar- 
row skull,  long  snout,  and  hardly  any 
perceptible  stop.  Though  it  is  of  this 
delicate  outline,  it  should  be  covered 
with  strong  muscles,  giving  the  appear- 
ance of  being  very  powerful,  for  the 
duties  it  has  to  perform  require  that  it 
should  be  without  the  faintest  trace  of 
weakness. 

The  nose  is  black,  and,  though  rarely 


found,  should  be  what  is  known  as  the 
Roman  nose,  and  is,  perhaps,  more  fully 
developed  in  Champion  Argoss  than  in 
any  other  dog  in  America.  The  eyes 
are  one  of  the  most  beautiful  features 
of  the  dog,  being  dark,  expressive  and 
oblong.  In  our  best  specimens  they 
are  very  gentle,  soft  and  dreamy  when 
in  repose,  but,  when  excited,  are  full 
of  fire  and  exceeding  determination. 
The  ears  are  very  small,  thin  of  leather, 
set  high  on  the  head,  with  the  tips  almost 
touching  each  other  when  thrown  back, 
and,  when  covered,  as  they  should 
be,  with  soft,  fine  hair,  they  add  greatly 
to  the  elegant  appearance  of  the  head. 

There  are  two  distinctive  types  of 
heads,  although  the  general  outline  of 
form,  is  the  same.  As  it  is  almost  im- 
possible to  describe  the  characteristics 
of  both,  the  reader  is  referred  to  the  re- 
production of  the  heads  of  Argoss  and 
Ardagan,  each  representing  the  ideal  of 
its  own  type.  At  the  English  shows  the 
fancy  turns  toward  the  type  of  the  lat- 
ter, while  the  Russians  prefer  the 
former,  as  representing  more  what  is 
desired  in  a  dog  whose  chief  object  is 
to  hunt  the  wolf.  This,  however,  is  large- 
ly a  matter  of  fancy.  The  head  is  on  the 
general  outline  of  the  greyhound,  only 
it  is  very  much  longer  and  more  atten- 
uated, some  good  specimens  measuring 
eleven  inches  from  tip  of  nose  to  occi- 
put, and,  in  point  of  narrowness,  far  ex- 
ceeding that  of  the  greyhound.  Taken 
all  in  all,  it  is  one  of  the  most  ideal  of 
heads,  and  perhaps  is  best  shown  in  that 
of  Champion  Argoss,  the  celebrated 
dog  the  writer  imported  some  years  ago, 
and  with  which  he  won  fifty- eight  first 
and  special  prizes. 

While  the  standard  calls  for  a  neck 
"not  too  short,"  it  is  far  better  to  err  on 
the  side  of  being  too  long  than  being 
too  short,  especially  as  all  good  speci- 
mens should  be  provided  with  what  is 
called  a  profuse  ruff,  and  which  gives  to 
the  head  a  most  elegant,  as  well  as 
quaint,  appearance.  This  characteristic 
feature  of  the  breed  is  best  shown  in 
the  vignette  of  Mr.  Kraus's  Ardagan. 

In  the  males  the  back  is  somewhat 
arched,  while  in  the  females  it  should 
be  level  and  broad.  The  loins  are  broad 
and  drooping,  the  ribs  deep,  reaching 
about  to  the  elbows,  but  not  so  well 
sprung  as  in  the  greyhound. 

Why  the  standard  should  call  for  ribs 
of  less  spring  than  the  greyhound's  is 


THE  BORZOL    OR  RUSSIAN   WOLFHOUND. 


493 


inexplicable.  Both  are  dogs  of  the  chase, 
and  well-sprung-  ribs  are  the  sine  qua 
noil  of  a  fast  running  dog.  The  stand- 
ard adopted  by  our  fanciers  for  the 
breeding  of  every  member  of  the  hound 
family,  down  to  the  diminutive  Italian 
greyhound,  calls  for  well-sprung  ribs,  as 
such  insure  greater  room  for  the  action 
of  the  lungs  and  heart. 

The  forelegs  are  very  straight  and 
muscular,  the  hindlegs  being  thrown 
somewhat  under  the  body,  which  gives 
the  dog  at  times  a  rather  stilty  appear- 
ance. While  the  clause  seems  to  have 
been  made  to  fit  certain  dogs,  it  certainly 
is  better  to  have  an  easy-moving  dog  for 
the  chase  than  one  which  is,  or  at  least 
appears  to  be,  tucked  up.  Some  of  our 
best  and  most  intelligent  fanciers  are 
now  trying  to  breed  out  this  peculiarity 
of  the  position  of  the  hindlegs,  and  it 
seems  a  rational  effort.  It  certainly 
will  tend  to  improve  the  outline  of  the 
dog,  and  many  claim  it  will  add  greatly 
to  its  speed. 

The  coat  varies  with  the  particular 
breed,  as  there  are  two  recognized 
breeds  of  this  dog,  viz.,  Chesto-psovie 
and  Gusto-psovie.  One  is  recognized  as 
of  the  Circassian  type,  and  is  short- 
coated,  some  claiming  such  is  better  for 
deep  snow,  as  the  snow  then  will  not 
adhere  to  the  dog,  and  so  wet  and  chill 
him.  The  other  is  the  long,  silky,  flow- 
ing coat,  of  wonderful  texture,  and  on 
the  body  reaching  sometimes  to  a  length 
of  five  inches,  while  on  the  tail  it  should 
be  of  great  length,  the  writer  having 
had  one  female  whose  hair  measured 
there  fourteen  inches.  The  more  pro- 
fuse and  silky  the  coat  the  better,  and 
it  should  always  be  a  factor  when  pur- 
chasing. 

Quality  as  well  as  quantity  should  be 
taken  into  consideration.  A  woolly 
coat  is  as  objectionable  in  a  Russian 
wolfhound  as  in  a  setter,  and  should  so 
be  penalized.  Curly  coats  are  much  to 
be  avoided,  though  some  rare-made 
specimens  have  them.  Those  of  some 
of  our  best  specimens  are  a  trifle  wavy, 
which  by  many  is  considered  far  prefer- 
able to  the  flat-lying  coat.  The  tail  is 
one  of  the  most  beautiful  features  of 
the  dog.  It  is  very  long,  sickle-shaped, 
set  on  low,  and  gracefully  carried.  It 
should  be  heavily  covered  with  long 
silky  hair  —  the  longer  the  better — 
parted  in  the  center  and  falling  grace- 
fully over  the  sides. 


The  height  of  good  specimens  in 
males  ranges  from  twenty-eight  to 
thirty-three  inches,  and  in  females  from 
twenty-six  to  thirty  inches,  and  in  every 
case,  where  all  things  are  equal,  prefer- 
ence should  be  given  to  the  larger 
specimens,  as  they  are  accordingly 
more  beautiful  and  useful.  It  is  quite 
easy  to  breed  good  small  specimens,  for 
in  them  the  faults  are  not  so  glaring, 
but  it  is  very  difficult  to  raise  fine  large 
ones,  as  in  them  any  defects  are  greatly 
accentuated  and  cannot  be  overlooked. 
But  in  no  case  should  height  or  size  be 
made  supreme,  as,  unless  there  is  pro- 
portionate power  and  bone,  height  and 
size  are  worse  than  useless,  as  we  then 
have  a  flat-sided  shelly  animal  that  is 
of  no  earthly  good. 

The  legs  and  feet  of  the  Borzoi  are 
somewhat  different  from  the  English 
greyhound's.  The  legs  of  the  former 
are  what  the  Russians  call  "lean,"  or 
what  we  would  term  flat  in  bone,  while 
in  the  latter  they  are  more  inclined  to 
be  round.  In  fact,  it  seems  in  many 
Borzois  imported  from  Russia  that  the 
breeders  had  tried  to  discover  how 
wholly  flat  a  dog  they  could  possibly 
produce.  The  feet  are  very  long,  but 
the  toes  are  close  together,  between 
which  there  is  a  profusion  of  soft  hair. 
As  the  work  has  to  be  done  largely 
over  snow,  feet  formed  as  called  for  by 
the  standard  will  do  well  enough,  but 
where  frozen  earth  is  to  be  traversed 
the  dog  would  soon  grow  footsore,  and 
a  broken  toe  or  two  would  not  be  un- 
common ;  in  fact,  four  of  the  best  wolf- 
hounds we  now  have  here  have  broken 
toes.  Shorter  toes,  after  the  style  of 
the  English  greyhound's,  are  decidedly 
preferable,  as  being  far  more  service- 
able. 

His  wonderfully  long  attenuated 
head,  his  style,  character,  love  for  his 
master  and  intelligence  ;  his  form,  the 
most  graceful  of  any  of  the  canine  race  ; 
his  coat,  profuse  and  silk-like  in  texture, 
all  coinbine  to  stamp  the  Borzoi  the 
aristocrat  of  the  entire  canine  race,  and 
as  a  companion,  either  on  foot  or  horse- 
back, none  better  can  be  found  the  world 
over. 

The  question  of  color  has  been  a  vexed 
one,  both  here  and  in  England,  and  it 
was  only  until  recently  that  it  was  pub- 
licly admitted  that  the  writer's  claim,, 
made  years  ago,  was  correct,  viz.,  that 
the  Borzoi  can  be  any  color.     Champion. 


494 


our  IN  G  FOR  AUGUST. 


Argoss,  who, 
beyond  all 
doubt,was  the 
greatest  all- 
round  Borzoi 
ever  shown  in 
America,  was 
black,  white 
and  tan,  with 
a  preponder- 
ance.of  black; 
and  when 
in  Russia 
he  won  the 
great  silver 
medal  at  Mos- 
cow in  1 89 1, 
the  award 
being  made 
in  Russia  and  mir 

under  a  na- 
tive judge  proved  his  right  of  color. 
Still,  classified  as  a  recognized  color, 
there  is  no  question  but  that  the  most 
beautiful  color  is  either  pure  white,  white 
and  orange,  white  and  lemon,  or  white 
and  silver -gray.  Pure  white  with 
mahogany  patches  is  also  extremely 
beautiful.  There  is  now  a  standing 
offer  of  ;Q2oo  for  a  solid  pure  silver 
dog,  and  yet  no  takers  are  to  be  found, 
as  this  color  is  very  rare  indeed. 

Much  harm  has  been  done  the  Bor- 
zoi in  this  country  by  the  statements 
made  by  prejudiced  and  unreliable 
Avriters  that  he  was  dangerous,  treach- 
erous and  wholly  unreliable.  These 
statements  were  a  gross  libel.  There 
are  vicious  specimens  in  every  breed 
of  dogs,  but  among  the  hunters  there  is 
•perhaps  none  more  docile,  more  lovable, 


more  tractable  than  the  Russian  wolf- 
hound or  Borzoi.  None  loves  the  com- 
panionship of  the  human  race  more 
than  he,  and  when  kindly  treated  he  is 
all  the  most  exacting  dog  fancier  could 
desire  either  as  a  companion  or  a  hunter. 
At  the  Brooklyn  show  several  years 
ago  the  impression  of  his  ferocity  had 
gained  such  strength  by  malicious  writ- 
ings that  one  exhibitor,  to  prove  the 
falsity  of  the  statements,  put  his  own 
little  child  into  the  stalls  of  every  Bor- 
zoi benched  there.  Child-like,  he  pulled 
their  ears,  thrust  his  chubby  fists  into 
their  mouths, walked  on  their  feet,  pulled 
their  tails  to  his  heart's  content,  finally 
closing  the  scene  by  selecting  one  beauti- 
ful white  bitch  as  his  especial  favorite, 
and  falling  asleep  with  his  head  across 

her  loins. 
The  bitch, 
from  time 
to  time,  would 
raise  her  head, 
gently  lick  the 
face  of  the 
sweet  young 
sleeper,  then 
sleep  herself. 
This  one 
public  proof 
of  the  lovable 
character  o  f 
the  dog  did 
more  toward 
di  s  pr  o  ving 
th  e  falsity 
of  the  reports 
than  pages 
of  denials. 


^aLi^ON-FESHflNO    m    NEWFOUiNDLAND. 


BY    COCKBURN     HARVEY. 


NEWFOUNDLAND  strongly  ap- 
peals to  the  sportsman,  whether 
he  be  devoted  to  the  gun  or  the 
rod  ;  and,  to  a  lover  of  the  beau- 
ties of  nature,  a  day's  outing  in  this 
rugged  land  is  ample  reward  in  itself, 
apart  from  the  satisfactory  bag  or 
basket — as  the  case  may  be — which  is 
■certain  to  be  secured. 

One  day  in  the  latter  part  of  June  I 
received  a  telegram  from  John  Davis, 
my  guide,  that  the  salmon  were  running. 
All  true  fishermen  will  understand  my 
feelings  of  delight  and  impatience  to 
make  all  possible  speed  to  the  scene  of 
noped-for  conquests — the  feverish  anx- 
iety with  which  I  selected  two  of  my 
best  rods,  and  the  careful  scrutiny  which 
was  bestowed  on  reels  and  lines,  fly- 
book  and  gaff.  Then,  too,  wading  stock- 
ings, brogues,  a  sleeping  bag,  a  change 
'of  clothes,  a  week's  supply  for  the  inner 
man,  a  camp  kettle  and  cooking  utensils 
had  to  be  carefully  inspected  and  packed 
in  readiness  for  an  early  start  the  fol- 
lowing morning. 

Dreadful  visions  of  some  other  sports- 
man, who  had  received  the  good  news 
before  me,  and  was  busily  engaged  in 
reaping  the  spoils  of  my  favorite  pools, 
•disturbed  my  night's  rest  ;  but  these 
were  dispelled  by  the  breath  of  the 
southwest  wind  and  the  heavy  downfall 
of  rain  which  greeted  me  when  I  hast- 
ened to  look  out  of  my  window  at  day- 
break. 

A  journey  of  two  hours  in  the  train 
brought  me  to  Holyrood,  at  the  head  of 
Conception  Bay,  the  point  from  which  I 
was  to  make  my  real  start  for  the  scene 
of  action  ;  and  here  I  found  a  sturdy 
pony  and  a  four-wheeled  trap  awaiting 
me.  My  belongings  were  soon  stowed 
away  in  the  vehicle,  and,  remembering 
that  the  first  two  miles  of  our  road  was 
up  a  steep  incline,  and  that  I  was  at 
least  as  large  as  the  pony,  I  decided  to 
spare  him  and  to  do  that  distance  on  foot. 
Heedless  of  the  rain,  I  trudged  cheerily 
along  until  the  top  of  the  hill  was 
reached;  and  then,  with  twelve  miles  of 
almost  continuous  down-grade  before 
me,  I  stepped  into  the  vehicle,  and  tuck- 
ing a  waterproof  rug  around  me,  pre- 


pared for  a  two  hours'  drive  through 
noble  scenery  freshened  and  beautified 
by  the  rain. 

On  every  side  lay  lakes,  scattered 
among  the  hills,  into  which  the  streams, 
now  full  from  the  still  falling  rain, 
poured  down  from  all  the  higher  peaks, 
their  waters  leaping  in  sparkling  cas- 
cades from  pool  to  pool,  until  they 
plunged  at  last,  a  mass  of  foam,  into 
the  quiet  depths  below.  In  a  few  weeks 
more  I  knew  that  these  lakes  would  be 
decked  with  the  beautiful  white  water- 
lilies  which  float  in  countless  thousands 
on  their  surfaces,  wasting  their  beauty 
and  sweetness  in  reckless  profusion, 
with  scarcely  an  appreciative  eye  to 
revel  in  their  loveliness. 

Thus  musing,  and  luxuriating  in  the 
ever-changing  views,  the  time  passed 
quickly,  and,  rounding  a  sharp  turn  in 
the  road,  I  came  upon  Davis  seeking 
shelter  from  the  downpour  in  a  tempo- 
rary "tilt  "  in  the  woods,  and  cheering 
his  solitude  with  his  pipe.  After  a  hur- 
ried but  hearty  greeting,  followed  by  the 
assurance  from  John  that  the  "  salmon 
are  running  numerous,"  my  goods  and 
chattels  were  soon  unpacked  and  the 
trap  dismissed,  the  pony  showing  de- 
cided signs  of  gratification  at  getting 
rid  of  his  load  and  being  free  to  make 
his  way  back  to  his  stable. 

I  selected  my  rods  and  other  gear,  in- 
cluding my  fishing-basket  filled  with 
numerous  necessaries,  and  John  hoisted 
on  his  shoulder  the  big  waterproof  bag 
containing  eighty  pounds  of  "  grub " 
and  other  impedimenta  ;  and  thus  we 
started  on  our  way  through  the  dense 
and  silent  woods.  How  the  rain  did 
come  down,  and  how  sweet  were  the 
scents  that  greeted  us  on  all  sides  from 
the  spruce  trees  and  undergrowth  as  we 
pressed  our  way  through  them.  Our 
narrow  path  wound  through  the  un- 
broken forest  wherever  the  intervals  be- 
tween the  trees  would  permit  us  to  pass. 
Occasionally  our  course  was  barred  by 
a  tree  that  had  been  felled  by  some  re- 
cent storm,  and  we  had  to  seek  a  path 
over  or  round  it,  and  work  our  way  back 
to  the  trail  as  best  we  could,  further  on. 

Sometimes  if  the  tree  had  only  half 


496 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


fallen,  we  would  endeavor  to  make  our 
way  beneath  it ;  and,  as  we  crawled  along, 
we  would  inadvertently  shake  the  trunk, 
and  down  would  come  a  shower  of  rain- 
drops, which  found  their  way  down  our 
necks  and  up  our  sleeves,  and  every- 
where that  rain-drops  are  most  unwel- 
come. Or,  perhaps,  in  order  to  avoid  a 
pool  of  unknown  depth,  we  would  jump 
to  what  looked  like  a  firm  and  inviting 
clump  of  mossy  turf,  only  to  be  surprised 
by  finding  it  of  the  most  yielding  dis- 
position, and  that  we  were  up  to  our 
knees  in  mud  and  water. 

But  what  recked  I  of  these  trifles  ? 
Did  not  this  deluge  of  rain  mean  that 
the  river  was  every  moment  increasing 
in  volume,  and  that  the  salmon,  who  had 
been  lying  at  its  mouth  awaiting  just 
such  a  flood,  were  by  this  time  '"run- 
ning "  up  from  the  sea  ?  Didn't  it  mean, 
too,  that  every  small  stream,  flowing 
from  the  peat  marshes  to  swell  the  river, 
was  helping  to  color  its  waters  a  beauti- 
ful brown  which  would  render  my  cast 
less  visible  to  the  salmon,  and  aid  me 
the  more  readily  to  beguile  him  with 
my  "  silver  doctor  "  or  "  Dashwood  "  ? 

After  half  an  hour  of  steady  walking 
we  began  to  hear  the  welcome  sound  of 
the  river  as  it  rushed  over  one  of  the 
big  falls  ;  and  another  twenty  minutes 
brought  us  to  the  camp,  built  of  logs 
with  the  interstices  well  filled  with  moss, 
and  a  big  opening  in  the  roof  at  one 
corner  to  serve  as  a  chimney.  Though 
not  beautiful,  this  dwelling  was  water- 
tight, and  what  more  could  one  ask  in 
the  woods  in  summer  ? 

Leaving  John  to  stow  away  the  bag- 
gage, for  I  could  restrain  my  impatience 
no  longer,  now  that  I  was  within  sound 
of  the  rushing  stream,  I  made  my  way 
down  the  hill,  through  the  thick  woods, 
and  in  five  minutes  I  stood  on  a  large 
rock  on  the  edge  of  the  river,  with  my 
goal  before  me.  Upstream  I  could  see 
the  water  coming,  foaming  and  swirl- 
ing and  roaring  over  and  round  the 
boulders,  and  tumbling  at  my  feet  into 
a  broad  pool,  which  extended  for  three 
hundred  yards  to  the  top  of  another 
fall.  It  was  a  matter  of  but  a  few  mo- 
ments to  place  a  cast,  with  a  small-sized 
"  silver  doctor "  on  it,  into  one  of  the 
quiet  side-pools  to  soften  and  take  the 
kinks  out  of  the  gut,  while  I  was  getting 
my  rod  together  ;  and  ere  long  I  was 
ready,  with  a  well-wet  line  and  a  danc- 
ing pulse,  to  make  my  first  cast. 


Straight  and  true  the  line  fell  where 
I  would  have  it,  over  the  tail  of  the 
eddy,  where  the  water  leaving  the  fall 
flowed  toward  me,  and  lo  !  there  was 
the  answering  rise  as  a  salmon  dashed 
at  the  fly.-  I  did  not  catch  sight  of  the 
fish — there  was  no  mistaking  the  curl  of 
the  water,  though — and  in  my  anxiety, 
alas  !  I  missed  him.  I  rejoiced,  how- 
ever, in  the  knowledge  that  the  hook 
did  not  touch  him,  so  once  more  I  cast  a 
little  above  the  spot  where  he  rose  ;  and 
as  the  fly  flirted  across  the  stream  and 
down  to  where  he  lay,  again  he  came  at 
it  with  no  uncertain  demeanor,  and  this 
time  there  was  no  slip.  I  struck,  and 
the  whirring  of  the  reel  told  me  that  I 
had  him  fast. 

Who  could  describe  the  excitement  of 
the  next  ten  minutes  ?  Away  went  the 
fine  fellow  down  the  stream  at  a  ter- 
rific pace,  while  my  every  nerve  tingled 
at  the  fear  lest  he  might  not  stop  until 
he  got  over  the  next  fall,  and  thus  break 
away  ;  but,  filled  with  the  conviction 
that  this  must,  indeed,  be  the  ten- 
pounder  I  had  hoped  for,  and  rejoicing 
in  the  thought,  I  decided  that  he  must 
be  landed  at  any  cost,  and  that  his 
career  downstream  must  be  checked. 

I  let  him  feel  the  rod,  and  after  one 
or  two  desperate  tugs,  which  sent  my 
heart  into  my  mouth,  but  gave  me  re- 
newed confidence  in  the  strength  of 
my  gear,  he  turned,  and  came  upstream 
and  toward  me  again.  I  began  to  reel 
in  with  all  possible  speed,  when  sud- 
denly— a  flash  of  silvery  light — he  shot 
into  the  air,  and  I  was  honored  with  a 
full  view  of  him,  quivering  from  head  to 
tail,  before  he  came  down  again  into  the 
river  with  a  resounding  thwack. 

I  realized  now  that,  game  as  he  was,  he 
was  no  ten-pounder,  but  being  fresh  run 
from  the  sea,  he  was  as  strong  as  a  young 
giant,  and  had  no  intention  of  yield- 
ing until  he  was  fairly  beaten.  In  a  few 
minutes — after  several  additional  furi- 
ousruns  andone  more  gallant  spring  into 
the  air — he  began  to  tire  ;  and  notwith- 
standing his  many  protesting  struggles 
I  brought  him  into  a  quiet  side-water, 
and  in  another  minute  he  was  safe  on 
my  gaff,  there  to  be  gloated  over 
for  a  moment  before  I  resumed  oper- 
ations. 

For  the  next  two  hours  the  fun  was 
fast  and  furious.  The  pool  was  alive 
with  fresh-run  fish,  and  at  the  end  of 
the  second  hour  I  had  ten  of  them  lying 


SA LMON- FISHING  IN  NE WFO UNDLAND. 


497 


in  wet  moss,  ready  to  be  carried  in  tri- 
umph to  the  camp,  though  the  longed- 
for  ten-pounder  was  not  among-  them. 
Three  weighed  seven  pounds  apiece, 
four  about  six  pounds,  and   the  other 


and  though  I  changed  my  "silver  doc- 
tor "  for  a  "  Dashwood  "  of  most  seduct- 
ive hue  I  could  not  elicit  even  a  rise.  I, 
therefore,  concluded  that  it  was  time  to 
give  the  pool  a  rest,  and  incidentally  to 


BREAKFAST    HEAD.       (RIVER    HUMBER.) 


three  barely  four  pounds  each,  but  they 
afforded  me  noble  sport,  and  I  despised 
not  the  least  of  them. 

And  now,  though  the  pool  was  still 
full  of  fish,  for  some  reason  a  lull  came. 


refresh  the  inner  man  ;  so  carefully  put- 
ting my  rod  away  and  gathering  up  my 
spoils  I  marched  triumphantly  back  to 
camp,  where  John  received  me  with 
open  arms. 


BY  HUGH   FITZ  PATRICK. 


APHRODITE,  arising  from  the  sea, 
perchance  invented  golf  ;  at  any 
rate,  the  theory  is  short  and  is 
as  good  as  any  yet  propounded 
concerning  the  inception  of  the  ancient 
game.  No  one  will  deny  that  the  best 
sites  are  those  bordered  by  the  ocean. 
"Links,"  in  themselves,  reveal  this  per- 
tinent truth,  for  the  original  meaning  of 
the  word  in  Scotland,  as  Robert  Louis 
Stevenson  defined  it  in  his  story,  "  The 
Pavilion  on  the  Links,"  was  a  stretch 
of  country  by  the  sea,  consisting  of 
"  sand  that  had  ceased  drifting  and  be- 
come moi:e  or  less  solidly  covered  with 
turf." 

In  these  United  States  there  is  no  con- 
dition of  soil  strictly  analogous  to  the 
perfect  golfing  ground  of  Scotland,  yet 
the  lighter  cohesion  of  the  turf,  due  to 
the  absence  of  clay  in  the  earth  and  the 
infrequent   presence  of    clover   on    the 


putting  greens,  at  times  permits  a  com- 
parison between  seaside  links  here  with 
those  on  the  far  side  of  the  Atlan- 
tic, while,  in  the  further  charm  of  the 
game  on  the  borders  of  the  multitudi- 
nous seas — the  bracing  breeze  or  gentle 
air  from  the  ocean,  the  ceaseless  echoes, 
of  billows  breaking  on  the  shore,  the 
flight  of  distant  seabirds,  and  the  con- 
trasting views  of  land  and  sea  spread- 
ing out  in  panoramic  variety — the  golf- 
ers of  the  two  lands  may  clasp  hands 
in  full  fellowship. 

Whatever  may  be  said  of  the  origin  of 
golf  in  this  country  the  right  to'  claim 
the  first  fully  completed  links  is  the  due 
of  a  seaside  club,  the  Shinnecock  Hills 
Golf  Club,  which,  in  1892,  began  the 
task  of  transforming  the  bushy  sand 
dunes  of  Southampton,  where  until  then 
the  mosquito  had  sounded  undisturbed 
"  the  small  horror  of  his   bugle-horn," 


FIRST   TEE,    NINTH  HOLE,    AND    CLUE-HOUSE — TARRATINE    GOLF    CLUB. 


GOLF  ON   THE  SEABOARD. 


499'' 


THE   TARRATINE    GOLF-CLUB    LINKS. 


into  a  nine-hole  course,  since  extended 
to  eighteen  holes. 

The  Shinnecock  Hills,  it  is  true,  are 
not  on  the  actual  margin  of  the  ocean, 
but  on  either  side  are  the  waters  of 
Shinnecock  and  Peconic  bays,  while  from 
every  crest  of  the  hills  the  rolling  Atlan- 
tic fills  the  eye,  which,  with  the  calmer 
waters  inland  and  the  ever-present  sea- 
breeze,  keep  the  marine  world  keenly 
in  mind.  The  turf,  too,  recalls  the 
grass  of  the  Scotch  sand  dunes. 


After  Shinnecock  the  trend  of  golf 
was  for  a  time  inland,  and  near  every 
city  from  New  York  to  Chicago  the 
zealots  imbued  with  the  witching  fever 
of  the  game  had  taxed  their  skill  and 
art  in  the  construction  of  links,  with 
lawn-like  putting  greens  and  long 
stretches  of  rolling  grass  for  the  fair 
green,  cleared  often  by  the  sacrifice  of 
groves  of  noble  trees.  Nearly  every  hunt 
and  country  club  had  soon  its  golfing 
course,  in  most  cases  amid  picturesque 


"'"^^.' 


SHELTER    ISLAND    GOLF    CLUB. 


500 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


surroundings.  The  inland  links  are  an 
added  attraction  to  the  clubs  and  a  new 
and  heaith-giving  recreation  to  the  mem- 
bers. 

Now  the  trend  of  g-olf  is  again  to 
the  sea.  The  underlying  motive  in  this 
movement  is  with  the  golfing  masses 
the  desire  to  flee  for  a  few  months  from 
summer  heat  inland  to  the  cool  shores 
of  the  ocean,  and,  as  they  will  not  en- 
dure any  deprivation  from  their  favorite 
game,  the  seaside  links  have  come  as  a 
necessity  into  existence. 

Seaside  golf  is,  of  course,  therefore  at 
its  height  when  inland  links  are  mainly 
deserted.  The  wane  of  the  season  at 
St.  Andrew's  means  the  wax  of  the  sea- 
son at  Newport,  Narragansett,  Shinne- 
cock  and  many  another  breezy  site. 
After  the  suminer  crowds  have  gone 
the  links  are  too  often  neglected  until  the 
dawn  of  the  following  season.  In  Scot- 
land the  seaside  links  are  usually  play- 
able even  in  midwinter,  and,  even  when 
snowclad,  the  greenkeepers  are  kept  at 
work. 

The  golf  season  is  now  at  its  height 
along  the  Eastern  seaboard.  The  links 
will  be  thronged  until  the  golden  rods 
show  their  bloom  in  the  late  fall,  when 
the  players  will  leave  for  links  inland 
or  to  wield  driver  and  cleek  in  the  South, 
for,  from  October  to  the  early  spring 
there  are  seaside  golf  courses  from  Old 
Point  Comfort  to  Miami,  almost  at  the 
extremity  of  the  Florida  peninsula,  to 
be  visited.  From  the  palms  of  Florida 
to  the  pines  of  New  Brunswick  is,  as  the 
Scots  say,  "  a  far  cry,"  but  it  must  be 
made  to  begin  even  an  informal  cata- 
logue of  the  links  on  which  the  golfers 
are  now  gathered. 

To  cross  the  border  is,  perhaps,  not  a 
diplomatic  move  in  these  days  of  com- 
plications by  sea  and  land,  but  as  the 
course  in  question,  the  Algonquin  Club 
links,  at  vSt.  Andrew's,  N.  B.,  is  chiefly 
upheld  by  Americans,  the  excursion  is 
justified.  Moreover,  it  is  an  eighteen- 
hole  course,  a  distinction  shared  among 
seaside  links  only  by  Newport,  Shinne- 
cock  Hills  and  Easthampton.  The 
course  is  on  a  peninsula  lying  between 
Passamaquoddy  Bay  and  the  St.  Croix 
River,  which  separates  it  from  Maine. 
Eastport,  the  northeastern  point  of  the 
United  States,  is  twelve  miles  away. 
The  St.  Andrew's  links,  although  re- 
sembling inland  rather  than  sea-sand 
links,  afford  grand    golf,  while  beyond 


the  links  is  a  picturesque  amphitheatre 
'  of  tree- clad  hills  overlooking  the  town, 
the    coast    of    Maine   and    the    island- 
studded  bay. 

The  rock-bound  coast  of  Maine  is  far 
from  being  a  fine  golf  country,  yet  the 
shore  has  its  quota  of  links  spreading 
over  the  grassy  hills  and  plains  that 
border  its  famous  harbors.  One  of  the 
most  northerly  is  at  Isleboro,  at  Dark 
Harbor,  the  Tarratine  Golf  Club.  The 
Tarratine  is  a  very  popular  resort  for 
Philadelphia  golfers.  In  1897  the  record 
for  the  course,  of  41,  was  held  by  J. 
Wilmer  Biddle,  of  the  Philadelphia 
Cricket  Club,  while  this  season  it  has 
been  cut  down  to  39  by  J.  D.  Winsor,  of 
the  University  of  Pennsylvania.  The 
course  overlooks  the  waters  of  Dark 
Harbor  and  St.  Anne's  Cove,  and  is  al- 
ways swept  by  a  sea  breeze.  It  is  a 
short  course,  1,939  yards,  to  be  exact. 
As  befitting  a  course  for  seaside  sojourn- 
ers, the  holes  bear  such  nautical  names 
as  "  Porthole,"  "  Wave  Crest,"  "  Hard-a- 
Lee "  and  "  The  Mooring,"  the  latter 
is  the  last  hole,  usually  known  by  the 
hackneyed  and  threadbare  title  of 
"home  hole  "  on  club  cards,  so  that  this 
variation  is  very  welcome.  The  turf  is 
firm,  and  not  so  long  ago  was  farmland. 
The  view  brings  out  the  characteristics 
of  the  links,  which,  but  for  the  prox- 
imity of  the  sea,  might  be  mistaken  for 
an  inland  golfing  ground.  But  m  the 
presence  of  the  sea  lies  the  great  charm 
which  draws  the  Philadelphians  and 
their  followers  season  after  season  to 
Isleboro.  The  club-house  has  been  trans- 
formed by  verandas  and  awnings  from 
a  quaint  old  home  long  used  by  a  fisher- 
man, and  from  this  vantage  place  the 
scene  in  its  calm  beauty  is  refreshing. 

There  are  other  links  in  Maine, 
notably  at  Portland,  Old  Orchard,  York 
Harbor  and  at  Bar  Harbor.  Golf  has 
not  had  an  altogether  prosperous  career 
at  Bar  Harbor,  although  the  Kebo  Val- 
ley links  are  the  best  known  m  the  State. 
The  principal  players  are  recruits  from 
the  links  near  Boston  and  New  York, 
who  pay  annual  visits  to  Bar  Harbor 
and  Mount  Desert.  Last  year  an  open 
tournament  was  held  on  the  links,  with 
a  brilliant  field  of  players,  that  in- 
cluded M.  J.  Wright,  a  Philadelphian, 
who  had  been  abroad  to  learn  the  game; 
A.  M.  Robbins,  J.  Wilmer  Biddle,  N.  C. 
Reynal  and  Paul  Gibert  Thebaud.  The 
Kebo  Valley  Club  links  are  now  main- 


GOLF  ON   THE  SEABOARD. 


501 


tained  by  a  committee  of  summer  resi- 
dents that  includes  Waldron  Bates, 
Robert  Amory,  Miss  Draper,  Mrs. 
Charles  Carroll  Jackson,  Mrs.  Henry  J. 
Biddle,  Mrs.  Pierrepont  Edwards,  J. 
Montgomery  Sears,  A.  C.  Barney,  George 
S.  Robbins,  Edmund  Pendleton  and  Mrs. 
Joseph  T.  Bowen.  It  is  a  course  of 
about  2,400  yards,  and  as  Acadia  Park, 
on  the  Cromwell  Harbor  Road,  and 
crosses  and  recrosses  the  Kebo  Valley 
race-track.  It  is  of  course  a  sacrifice  to 
keep  so  good  a  links  in  order  for  so 
short  a  season,  and  there  would  seem  to 
be  a  brighter  future  for  golf  at  Bar 
Harbor  if  its  promoters  would  seek  the 
seashore  a  site  nearer. 

In  New  Hampshire  golf  flourishes 
near  the  sea  at  Rye  Beach  and  Ports- 
mouth, the  naval  officers  taking  an 
active  part  on  the  latter  links,  while  the 
shore  of  Massachusetts  is  fringed  with 
links.  To  summarize  the  holes  and 
hazards  of  each  course  with  the  fidelity 
of  an  almanac  compiler  would  not  be  of 
interest,  but  something  may  be  noted 
of  the  varied  features  of  the  better- 
known  links.  The  Plymouth  Golf  Club, 
the  Myles  Standish,  of  Duxbury  ;  the 
Essex  County  Club,  of  Manchester-by- 
the-Sea,  and,  down  on  Cape  Cod,  the 
Oysterville  and  Cummaquid  Clubs,  the 
latter  at  Great  Yarmouth,  are  all  well 
known.  The  Cape  Cod  links  are  of  the 
sea ;  sand  dunes  and  thin-bladed  grass 
suggesting  future  golfing  possibilities, 
while  the  Essex  County  links  are  almost 
park-like  in  point  of  cultivation. 

Stone  walls  encircle  the  links  and  a 
brook  flows  through  a  country  that  sug- 
gests an  English  inland  course.  Yet,  as 
persons  go  to  Manchester  to  be  within 
driving  distance  of  the  sea,  the  course 
by  courtesy  deserves  a  place  in  this  ros- 
ter. It  is  a  links  that  demands  good 
golfing,  and  one  of  the  red-letter  times 
in  the  club's  history  was  on  that  mem- 
orable day  last  August,  when,  in  the 
final  round  for  the  women's  champion- 
ship of  the  United  States  Golf  Associa- 
tion, Miss  Beatrix  Hoyt,  of  the  Shinne- 
cock  Hills  Golf  Club,  won  the  title  for 
the  second  time  by  defeating  Miss  Nina 
Sargent,  the  champion  of  the  Essex 
County  Club.  Miss  Hoyt's  win  was  by 
5  up  and  4  to  play,  and,  during  the  tour- 
nament, she  made  the  women's  record 
for  the  course  : 


Out— 5    474556 
In    —7     5     6     5     5     5     5 


5     6-47 
5     7—50-97 


This  card  is  nearly  as  good  as  the 
grass  records  made  by  the  Class  A 
players  of  the  club  in  the  men's  handi- 
cap. 

Although  lying  back  from  the  harbor 
of  Newport,  the  Golf  Club  links  are  in 
sight  of  blue  water,  and  there  is,  on  the 
hottest  days,  a  fresh  sea  breeze  to  in- 
spirit the  players.  On  one  side,  the  view 
commands  Narragansett  Bay,  lively 
with  yachts  and  steamboats,  and  on  the 
other  there  is  a  glimpse  of  the  ocean. 
In  that  resort  of  fashion  golf  is  now  the 
most  fashionable  of  pastimes,  its  devotees 
ranging  from  the  wights  who  play  at 
the  game  for  a  mild  recreation  to  men 
who  are  scratch  players  at  the  best  clubs, 
meeting  at  Newport  for  their  summer 
holidays.  Consequently  there  are  al- 
ways large  fields  in  the  semi-weekly 
members'  matches,  and,  when  the  an- 
nual open  toiirnament  is  held,  usually 
in  the  last  week  of  August,  there  is  an 
additional  influx  of  players,  and  the  golf 
is  of  the  most  brilliant  class.  The  club- 
house is  one  of  the  grandest  and  most 
beautiful  buildings  for  golfers  in  the 
world.  Originally,  as  when  Charles 
Blair  MacDonald  won  the  first  amateur 
championship  of  the  United  States  Golf 
Association  there  in  1895,  ^  nine-hole 
links,  the  course  has  been  extended  to 
eighteen  holes,  and  it  is  a  very  good  one, 
natural  and  artificial  hazards  alternating 
in  agreeable  variety,  while  the  putting 
greens  are  of  remarkable  extent  and  in 
splendid  order. 

Down  the  bay  at  Narragansett  Pier, 
golf  is  acclimated,  but,  with  the  pervers- 
ity that  marks  the  Bar  Harbor,  the  play- 
ers have  gone  inland  for  their  links. 
One  course  is  at  the  Point  Judith  Coun- 
try Club,  and,  on  the  well-kept  greens, 
golf  fairly  rivals  the  older  established 
sports  of  polo  and  tennis  with  the  mem- 
bers. A  second  course  is  at  the  South 
Country  Club,  a  decidedly  sporty  one  of 
some  2,200  yards,  especially  under  the 
changes  in  holes  made  by  the  new  pro- 
fessionals this  season.  There  are  hills 
and  hollows  galore,  with  some  deep  sand 
pits  to  be  carried  and  a  water  hazard 
or  two  in  the  way  of  ponds. 

Still  within  the  confines  of  "  Little 
Rhody  "  is  the  nine-hole  course  of  the 
Misquamicut  Golf  Club,  at  Watch  Hill. 
It  is  nearer  the  sea  than  the  links  at 
Newport  and  Narragansett  Pier,  and 
from  its  elevation  is  a  grand  place  for 
midsummer    golfing   under   most   pict- 


502 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


uresque  surroundings  by  land  and  water. 
Much  of  the  soil  is  like  Shinnecock  Hills, 
but  on  the  holes  further  inland  the  turf 
is  thicker  and  mostly  old  pasture  land. 
An  open  tournament  is  to  be  a  feature 
this  season,  and  there  are  any  number 
of  members'  competitions.  Many  of  the 
players  are  residents  of  the  Watch  Hill 
colony.  The  Misquamicut  links  are 
kept  "  in  commission,"  to  use  the  yacht- 
ing phrase,  the  year  round. 

From  Newport,  Narragansett  Pier  and 
Watch  Hill,  southward  to  Atlantic  City 
and  Cape  May,  one  might  go  golfing  on 
a  yacht,  stopping  every  few  hours 
to  visit  a  links  contiguous  to  blue 
water.  Passing  down  the  Sound  the 
yacht  would  find  a  harbor  at  New 
Haven,   where   the   links  of   the  home 


ENTRANCE  ATLANTIC  CITY  COUNTRY  CLUB. 

club,  on  which  the  Yale  boys  have  the 
right  to  play,  commands  a  view  of  the 
shipping,  while  at  the  old  yachting 
rendezvous,  Greenwich,  the  course  of 
the  Fairfield  County  Golf  Club  overlooks 
the   haven. 

Weighing  anchor,  golfers  would  find 
a  welcome  at  the  Larchmont  Yacht 
Club,  with  the  right  to  play  on  the  nine- 
hole  course  on  the  banks  of  the  Old 
Saugus  River,  and,  in  passing  Pelham 
Bay,  the  first  tee  of  the  finely  ar- 
ranged links  of  the  County  Club  of 
Westchester  is  within  a  stone's  throw 
of  the  anchorage.  Heading  across 
the  Sound,  the  yacht  might  stop  at 
Centre  Island,  the  home  of  the  Seawan- 
haka  Corinthian  Yacht  Club,  where, 
when  not  on  their  "  knockabout  "  fleet, 
the  sailormen  practise  on  a  short  links, 
visiting  for  formal  matches  the  nearby 


courses  of  the  Queens  County  Golf  Club 
or  the  Oyster  Bay  Golf  Club. 

A  run  to  another  famous  harbor  for 
yachts.  Shelter  Island,  affords  a  chance 
for  seaside  golfing  under  historical  sur- 
roundings. The  course,  of  nine  holes, 
is  laid  out  on  pasture  land  a  century  old, 
which  affords  the  best  possible  lies  for 
the  ball,  and  is  maintained  by  the 
Shelter  Island  Golf  Club,  an  organi- 
zation of  the  summer  residents  with  the 
nautical  Latham  A.  Fish  as  President. 
From  the  high  greens  there  is  a  view 
of  Gardiner's  Bay,  now  thronged  by 
white-winged  yachts,  and,  in  the  Revo- 
lutionary times,  the  wintering  place  of 
the  British  men  -  of  -  war  Culloden, 
Royal  George,  Grand  Duke,  and  six  or 
seven  more  great  ships.  The  golf 
house,  rejuvenated  and  sumptuously 
furnished,  is  a  quaint  Colonial  structure 
erected  about  1770,  and  on  its  veranda 
the  golfer  may  rest  mind  and  body, 
after  the  strain  of  chasing  after  the 
little  white  ball,  in  the  contemplation  of 
the  landscape,  with  Gardiner's  Bay  and 
the  distant  sea  as  the  background. 

The  putting  green  of  one  hole  is  on 
the  highest  point  on  vShelter  Island, 
called  Mount  Pleasant.  Here,  at  the 
close  of  the  Revolutionary  war,  a  bea- 
con WGS  kindled  by  the  ardent  patriots 
to  send  the  tidings  of  peace  eastward. 
Another  hole  is  dubbed  "  Kidd's  Treas- 
ure," and  the  putting  green  is  on  one  of 
the  spots  where  in  times  past  fortune- 
hunters  had  dug  to  find  the  plunder  of 
the  notorious  pirate.  The  playing  length 
of  the  course  is  2,428  yards  for  the  nine 
holes.  The  professional,  Willie  Hunter, 
a  newly  arrived  scion  of  the  Hunters  of 
Prestwick,  in  passing  judgment  on  the 
links,  states  that  "  the  turf  is  of  the 
best,  being  very  old,  and  it  grows  nice 
and  thick,  but  not  long,  giving  fine  lies 
through  the  course  in  the  line  of  play, 
but  off  the  line  the  player  is  punished 
badly  among  a  lot  of  small  trees  and 
bushes."  This  opinion  is  of  increased 
value  in  its  casual  mention  of  the  diffi- 
culties just  off  the  line  of  play.  It  is 
not  good  golf  to  permit  a  jungle-like 
growth  of  tangled  weeds  and  bushes 
just  off  the  direct  line  of  play,  and,  when 
the  golfing  enthusiasts  have  their  wa}^, 
there  will  be  no  vexatious  delays  made 
by  the  proximity  of  such  hazards  on  a 
golfing  estate. 

Golf  has  found  a  sea-surrounded 
resting-place  this  season  also  at  Fisher's 


GOLF  ON   THE  SEABOARD. 


503 


Island,  on  the  Sound,  the  greatest  of 
game  preserves  near  New  York,  and 
in  other  years  the  scene  of  famous  field 
trials,  ere  yet  dogs  and  handlers  mi- 
grated to  the  South  for  their  yearly 
contests.  On  Long  Island,  sharing  with 
vShinnecock  Hills  in  the  boon  of  a 
thin  sandy  turf,  and  even  closer  to 
the  ocean,  are  the  links  of  the  Quogue 
Field  Club  and  the  Westhampton 
Country  Club,  while  near  ancient  East 
Hampton  is  the  eighteen-hole  course  of 
the  Maidstone  Club,  which  extends  for 
more  than  a  mile  on  either  side  of  Hook 
Pond,  and  reaches  from  the  club-house 
lawn  across  to  the  ocean  dunes  and 
beach.  But  Shinnecock  Hills  must  still 
be  judged  the  most  typical  of  our 
Northern  seaside  links,  for  its  sand 
dunes,  as  that  devoted  golfer,  the  Hon- 
orable Henry  E.  Howland,  has  said, 
"  since  the  resolution  of  matter  from 
chaos,  have  been  waiting  for  the  spiked 
shoe  of  the  golfer." 

Around  Montauk  Point  a  night's  run 
down  the  southern  shore  of  Long  Isl- 
and, the  Shinnecock  and  Fire  Island 
lights  serving  as  distance  posts  for  the 
race  through  the  Atlantic,  will  bring 
the  yacht  abreast  of  the  double  towers 
of  the  Highlands,  and,  entering  the 
harbor  of  New  York,  past  Sandy  Hook, 
there  are  fine  water-front  links  that  may 
be  visited. 

On  Staten  Island,  close  to  Fort  Wads- 
worth,  is  the  course  of  the  Richmond 
County  Country  Club,  essentially  an 
inland  course  in  its  hills  and  glens,  but 
glorying  in  a  mansion-like  club-house 
perched  high  above  the  water.  The 
porch,  graced  by  huge,  fluted  pillars 
that  support  the  projecting  roof,  was 
the  favorite  resting  place  of  the  former 
owner,  a  man  of  power  in  the  world  of 
shipping,  who  here  would  wait,  tele- 
scope in  hand,  to  catch  the  first  glimpse 
of  his  returning  cargoes  or  to  signal 
farewell  to  his  outward  bound  craft. 
Now,  all  unmindful  of  marine  ventures 
or  of  the  perils  that  await  those  who 
go  down  into  the  sea  in  ships,  the  porch 
is  a  grand  lounging  place. 

Should  the  golfing  yachtsmen  cast 
anchor  in  Gravesend  Bay,  they  would 
have  choice  of  the  Dyker  Meadow  Golf 
Club,  which,  with  a  playing  length  of 
3,006  yards,  has  the  distinction  of  being 
the  longest  nine-hole  links  in  the  United 
States.  It  is  withal  one  of  the  best,  for 
the  turf  has  been  common  land  since  the 


days  of  the  battle  of  Long  Island,  and 
crisp  and  sinewy  as  only  such  old  pasture 
grass  can  be,  the  blades  holding  up  the 
gutta  ball  in  tempting  fashion  for  the 
brassey  shots.  Just  back  of  Dyker 
Meadow  is  the  short  but  sporty  links  of 
the  Marine  and  Field  Club,  and  at  Bath 
Beach  the  golfer  would  find  a  greet- 
ing and  good  cheer  at  the  headquar- 
ters of  the  club,  in  other  years  the  patron 
of  many  canoe  regattas.  Adjacent  to 
the  yachting  anchorage  off  Bay  Ridge, 
is  the  cozy  and  picturesque  club-house 
of  the  Crescent  Athletic  Association, 
where  a  well-arranged  eighteen-hole 
links  tempts  the  athletes  from  lacrosse, 
baseball  and  the  cinder  path  to  the 
practice  of  the  ancient  game. 

Before  sailing  seaward  again  the 
voyagers  would  turn  their  prow  to  the 
mouth  of  the  Navesink  River  and  a  land- 
ing be  made  at  Seabright.  Here,  like 
the  adventurers  in  Cooper's  novel,  the 
"  Water  Witch,"  who  had  studied  so  well 
the  shoals  and  changing  channels  of  the 
Shrewsbury,  the  yachtsinen  would  board 
the  gig  and  row  up  the  river  to  the  links 
of  the  Seabright  Golf  Club. 

The  course  is  an  excellent  one  and  is 
on  the  north  bank  of  the  estuar\%  near  the 
Rumson  Road,  about  a  mile  above  Sea- 
bright's  ocean-beaten  front.  The  turf  is 
grand,  although  the  red  soil  of  New 
Jersey  predominates  in  the  earth,  and 
from  every  part  the  silver  ripples  of  the 
Shrewsbury  and  the  deeper-hued  waters 
of  the  Atlantic  meet  the  vision.  Near  one 
hole,  aptly  called  the  "  Hawk's  Nest,"  a 
pair  of  those  rare  birds,  the  sea  falcons, 
have  claimed  for  generations  a  home  on 
a  gnarled  and  leaf-denuded  tree,  soar- 
ing seaward  to  return  laden  with  the, 
spoils  of  their  fishing  excursions  to  feed 
their  nestlings,  in  utter  indifference  to 
the  gaudy  red  coats  of  the  golfers  who 
tramp   beneath  their  aerie. 

The  faith  in  the  golfers  is  well  found- 
ed, for  to  protect  the  sea  foragers  there 
is  an  unwritten  edict  at  the  club  that 
the  kingbirds,  the  active  and  predatory 
foes  of  the  fish-hawks,  must  be  shot  at 
sight. 

Across  the  river  are  the  links  of  the 
Monmouth  Beach  Club,  started  fifty 
years  ago  for  fishing  and  duck  shoot- 
ing, but  now  surrounded  by  seaside 
villas,  and  in  senior  and  junior  divi- 
sions ardent  supporters  of  cycling,  cat- 
boat-racing  and  golf.  To  mention  the 
cycle   is   a   reminder   that   by   a   short 


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run  awheel  from  Monmouth  Beach  our 
summer  yachtsmen  golfer  may  visit  the 
links  at  Norwood  Park  and  Hollywood. 
On  the  first-named  course,  as  at  Sea- 
bright,  there  is  annually  an  open  tour- 
nament for  amateurs,  attended  by 
golfers  of  repute  from  near  and  far. 
The  two  links  are  in  well-ordered  perfec- 
tion. 

With  the  Blue  Peter  flying,  the  yacht 
has  now  but  Atlantic  City  and  Cape 
May  to  gain  as  havens.  At  Cape  May 
golf  is  still  in  its  primary  stages,  but  a 
good  beginning  has  been  made,  while  at 
Atlantic  City  the  season  has  witnessed  a 
vigorous  golfing  foray,  and  it  is  there 
the  sport  of  all  sports,  even  tempting 
the  veterans  from  the  delights  of  chum- 
ming for  weakfish  or  trolling  for  blue- 


fish  to  hazard  their  peace  of  mind  on 
the  links.  The  course  is  on  a  stretch  of 
meadow-land  washed  by  the  waters  of 
Little  Egg  Harbor,  somewhat  rough, 
but  by  next  season  it  will  be  one  of  the 
best  in  the  land  for  all-the-year-round 
golfing.  The  club-house  is  admirably 
appointed,  and  the  Atlantic  beach  is 
within  a  short  journey  for  a  dip  after 
the  round  of  the  links. 

There  are  vast  possibilities  for  seaside 
golfing  along  the  Jersey  coast,  for  the 
beginning  has  only  been  made.  Point 
Pleasant,  Deal  Beach  and  Allendale, 
near  Asbury  Park,  where  some  of  the 
holes  are  within  a  drive  of  the  breakers, 
have  started  golfing  this  season  with 
some  energy,  and  the  outcome  is  sure 
to  be  a  success. 


ATLANTIC    CITY    COUNTRY    CLUB. 


BCATYDlOo 

ATYDID  !     Katydid  ! 

All  the  summer  duskness  through, 
In  the  trees  above  the  gate  • 

Voices  rise  in  shrill  debate 

Tell  me,  what  did  Katy  do  ? 


Little  gossipers  in  green, 

Hiding  in  the  leaves  from  view, 
Stop  your  wrangle,  let  it  go, 
I  am  waiting  here  to  know. 

Answer,  what  did  Katy  do? 


Sudden  silence,  not  a  note 

From  the  shadows  can  I  woo, 
Not  a  whisper  will  they  tell. 
For  they  keep  her  secret  well — 
What,  oh,  what  did  Katy  do? 


But  no  matter  what  she  did, 

I  am  certain  this  is  true, 
Katy  dared  to  please  herself, 
And  in  spite  of  pride  or  pelf, 

Did  the  thing  she  wished  to  do.— Minnie  Irving. 


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CAAf^D^*^    B^    COAFOlRTo 


BY  H.  A.   HILL. 


THERE  are  persons  inexperienced 
in  camping  who  imagine  that 
hardship  is  a  necessary  incident 
of  camp  life.  They  want  to 
"rough  it,"  and  if  they  are  not  uncom- 
fortable they  fancy  they  are  not  getting 
the  genuine  thing.  But  the  more  expe- 
rienced sportsman  realizes  that  comfort 
in  camp  pays. 

There  is,  to  most  men,  if  they  would 
only  realize  it,  a  real  pleasure  to  be 
found  in  the  very  act  of  making  a  tem- 
porary home  in  the  wilds  comfortable 
and  attractive.  There  are  cool  evenings, 
rainy  days,  or  hot  days,  when  no  sport  is 
to  be  had,  when  it  is  a  real  relief  to  "  pot- 
ter "  and  plan  and  devise  improvements 
in  the  camp,  its  shelter,  table,  cookery 
and  belongings.  Moreover,  if  tent  life 
can  be  cleared  of  the  worst  of  its  rough- 
ness, then  wives,  daughters,  and  female 
friends  can  be  safely  asked  to  share  its 
pleasures. 

In  regard  to  the  shelter,  the  points  to 
be  desired  are  protection  from  wet  and 
from  wind,  room  enough  to  stand  com- 
fortably and  to  move  about,  the  enjoy- 
ment of  open  camp-fires,  and  a  pleasing 
view. 

The  custom  of  spending  one's  out- 
ings in  fixed  camps  is  coming  much 
into  vogue  in  the  Eastern  wildernesses, 
and  especially  where  ladies  are  of  the 
party.  An  enterprising  "  guide  "  secures 
control  of  some  good  sporting  region  ; 
he  selects  some  choice  point  or  pretty 
island,  and  on  this  he  runs  up  a  rough 
board  "camp."  Perhaps  he  calls  it  a 
"hotel."  The  whole  simply  defiles  the 
quiet  beauty  of  the  forest  on  which  it 
has  intruded. 

If  a  number  of  gentlemen  have  com- 
bined to  erect  a  camp,  things  will  be  a 
little  better.  Still,  to  the  mind  of  the 
writer,  this  is  not  to  be  compared  with 
the  pleasures  of  tent  life.  The  latter  is 
the  free  and  virgin  life  of  the  forest,  in 


place  of  a  rough  and  ill-arranged  imi- 
tation of  the  home  life  of  civilization 
without  its  conveniences. 

Can,  then,  a  tent  life  be  rendered  com- 
fortable and  convenient  ? 

I  think  it  can.  A  simple  modification 
of  the  ordinary  wall- tent  will  work 
wonders  in  this  way.  The  ordinary 
tents  of  either  the  A  or  wall  variety  are 
water-proof  if  properly  made,  but  they 
are  sombre,  and  are  close,  damp  and  cold 
in  rainy  weather.  They  cannot  be 
properly  heated  and  have  very  little  head 
room,  unless  unreasonably  large  for 
transportation.  They  are  only  suited 
to  sleep  in.  ^The  lumbermen,  river 
drivers,  and  backwoodsmen  will  be 
found  to  give  the  preference  invariably 
to  some  form  of  shelter  tent,  something 
sloping  to  the  ground  behind  and  open 
in  front  to  light,  air  and  the  fire.  This, 
though  open  also  to  wind,  and  in  a 
measure  to  rain,  is  much  brighter, 
dryer  and  pleasanter  to  live  in  than  an 
A  or  wall  tent.  Owing  to  the  great 
opening  of  the  front  to  the  fire  the  tent 
is  not  only  heated  by  direct  radiation, 
but  by  reflected  heat  from  the  sloping 
rear  wall,  and  this  keeps  the  whole  in- 
terior and  the  ground  under  it  warm 
and  dry.  The  writer  has  used  for  years 
a  modification  of  the  shelter  tent,  or 
rather  a  combination  of  the  shelter  and 
wall  tents,  which  he  has  found  to  com- 
bine the  advantages  of  both,  and  which 
may  be  described  thus  : 

Imagine  a  wall  tent  with  one  wall  much 
lower  than  the  other,  and  the  higher 
side,  instead  of  the  end,  facing  front  and 
the  fire.  The  front  portion  of  the  roof, 
or  the  slope  facing  the  fire,  is  shorter 
than  the  rear  slope  to  match  the  higher 
front  wall.  Entrance  is  made  through 
the  middle  of  the  front  wall,  which  is 
made  of  two  lengths,  overlapping  for 
the  purpose. 

This  is  the  arrangement  of  the  tent  at 


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night  when  closed,  but  at  other  times, 
day  or  evening,  or  on  warm  nights,  it  is 
desirable  to  have  the  front  open.  For 
this  purpose  the  two  sides,  from  the 
ridge-pole  down  to  the  front  corners,  are 
made  to  hook  or  button  onto  the  under 
side  of  the  top  or  roof-piece.  An  ex- 
tra pole  runs  all  along  the  lower  edge 
of  the  roof-piece,  which  is  lashed  to  it, 
and  this  lower  end  of  the  roof-piece  is 
held  at  any  desired  angle  by  a  pole  tied 
to  each  end  and  inclining  forward 
along  each  side  of  the  tent.  When  it  is 
desired  to  open  the  front  the  two  lower 
ends  of  the  side  poles  are  drawn  for- 
ward till  the  front  end  of  the  roof  is 
nearly  horizontal.  The  front  walls, 
which  are  also  separate  from  the  roof- 
piece,  are  partially  or  wholly  unhooked 
and  thrown  back  over  the  corners  of 
the  top,  and  you  have  the  whole  front  of 
the  tent  open. 

The  tent  used  by  the  writer  is  about 
ten  feet  long  on  the  ridge-pole,  about 


FIG.   3 

the  same  from  front  to  rear  when 
dosed,  and  about  six  and  one-half  feet 
high.  The  front  half  of  the  roof  when 
raised  is  about  five  feet  wide,  giving  a 
space  of  six  by  ten  feet,  under  which 
you  can  stand  erect  and  move  freely 
about,  this  whole  front  being  open  to 
the  fire  and  the  view. 

Should  the  wind,  rain  or  snow  tend  to 
blow  in  from  either  side,  that  corner  can 
be  let  down,  and  a  portion  of  the  front 
wall  piece,  which  is  generally  unhooked 
and  thrown  back,  can  be  let  down  and 
closed,  as  is  desirable,  or  it  can  be  run 
"out  at  right  angles  to  the  front  and  at- 
tached to  a  post  driven  into  the  ground 
as  a  farther  screen  to  the  wind. 

Such  a  tent  would  naturally  be  set 
up  with  its  back  to  the  wind,  but  should 
the  wind  change  suddenly  and  blow 
smoke  and  drive  rain  into  the  front,  it 
is  always  easy,  as  a  temporary  relief,  to 
close  the  front  and  partially  unhook  one 


side,  as  a  door,  when  you  would  cer- 
tainly be  as  well  off  as  with  the  ordi- 
nary A  or  wall  tent.  Of  course,  one 
would,  as  soon  as  convenient,  turn  the 
tent  around  back  to  the  wind  and  move 
the  fire  to  correspond,  if  conditions  of 
ground  permitted.  It  will  seldom  hap- 
pen, however,  that  one  cannot  keep  out 
wind  and  storm  by  a  proper  tilting  of 
one  or  the  other  front  corner. 

The  sketches,  Fig.  i,  will  illustrate 
this  tent  as  closed  for  the  night.  Fig.  2 
shows  it  open  for  the  day,  and  Fig.  3 
with  one  corner  down  against  a  side 
wind,  while  Fig.  4  exhibits  it  with  front 
closed  and  side  open,  as  a  door,  on  ac- 
count of  change  of  wind.  It  will  be 
noticed,  in  the  last  case,  that  guy- 
ropes  and  pins  are  used  instead  of  the 
back-sloping  side  poles.  The  latter  are 
generally  to  be  preferred,  as  the  front 
is  then  clear  for  the  fire  and  to  allow  of 
moving  about  freely.  The  comfort  and 
convenience  of  this  plan  compared  with 
the  ordinary  wall  or  A  tent  must  be 
experienced  to  be  appreciated. 

Some  cool  day  you  have  been  trav- 
eling since  morning,  perhaps  following 
a  river,  now  paddling  down  a  long 
stretch  of  black,  dead  water,  now  test- 
ing your  strength  of  arm  among  the 
rocks  and  in  the  foaming  rush  of  "  quick 
water."  You  have  floated  until  the  low 
sun  and  chilling  air  remind  you  of 
camp.  A  lookout  is  kept  for  a  good 
spot,  and,  after  one  or  two  landings  to 
examine,  you  find  one  which  just  suits 
you,  a  level  of  clear  ground,  a  few 
large  white  birches  or  poplars,  whose 


CAMPING  IN  COMFORT, 


507 


trunks  rise  here  and  there  like  tall  col- 
umns, and  on  the  borders  of  the  little 
clearing  a  screen  of  small  evergreens 
just  fitted  to  break  the  north  and  east 
winds.  The  canoes  are  drawn  ashore, 
the  ladies  helped  out,  and  tents  go  up. 

The  guides  at  once  cut  tent  poles  and 
pins,  and  one  of  them  continues  at  the 
firewood  for  supper  and  for  the  night. 
Another  cuts  down  a  few  thick  balsams. 
To  these  the  ladies  are  invited  and  are 
shown  how  and  of  what  size  the  branches 
are  to  be  broken  off  for  bedding.  The 
tents,  with  their  backs  to  the  wind, 
nestle  among  the  sheltering  evergreens 
and  front  to  the  open  space,  where  a 
small  cooking  fire  begins  to  flicker,  and 
the  cook  starts  his  preparations  for  sup- 
per.     These   first    arrangements   com- 


adjnstal)le  cord  from  the  ridge-pole  of  the 
tent,  for  the  evening  has  now  settled 
into  the  autumn  night.  The  cold  grows 
sharper.  The  guides  build  a  regular 
camp-fire  in  front  of  the  tent,  two 
sloping  sticks  driven  into  the  ground, 
a  wall  of  large  logs  built  against  them, 
a  couple  of  logs  as  andirons  at  right 
angles  to  these,  and  on  the  andirons  a 
heavy  fire  of  logs  and  sticks  and  brush. 
You  gather  under  the  open  shelter,  the 
fire  sheds  a  bright  glow  and  a  genial 
heat  all  though  the  tent,  you  drive  three 
sticks  about  a  yard  long  solidly  into  the 
groimd  inside  one  corner  of  the  front 
about  three  inches  apart,  and,  throwing 
over  and  in  front  of  them  your  overcoat, 
you  have  one  of  the  most  comfortable 
of  easy  chairs,  in  which    other   ladies 


pleted  the  landing  is  again 
visited,  canoes  taken  ashore 
and  turned  over  against  the 
bank,  and,  if  you  are  a  care- 
ful man,  tied  fast  to  a  con- 
venient tree,  lest  a  wind  in 
the  night  make  free  with 
them.  The  blankets,  guns 
and  the  rest  of  the- impedi- 
menta are  then  brought  up 
to  camp  and  placed  under  shelter. 
The  sleeping  packs  are  unstrapped  and 
their  environing  rubber  blankets  spread 
over  the  balsam  boughs;  the  blankets 
remain  rolled  up  at  the  top  of  the  loca- 
tions allotted  to  the  occupants  as  sleep- 
ing spaces.  Behind  them,  under  the 
low  slope  of  the  rear  roof,  each  one 
places  his  private  baggage.  For  this 
there  is  ample  room,  as  in  sleeping  the 
bead  will  not  come  within  some  three 
feet  of  the  rear  wall. 

By  the  time  these  preparations  are 
made  supper  will  be  ready,  and  will  be 
eaten  with  the  appetite  that  only  the 
backwoodsman  knows.  The  lanterns 
are  lit  and  one  of  them  hung  with  an 


of  the  party  are  similarly 
cared  for.  Enjoy  that  most 
delicious  of  sensations,  cozy 
rest,  after  a  da}^  of  outing. 
The  fire  leaps  and  crackles, 
the  smoke  rises  lazily 
though  the  foliage, in  which 
you  catch  the  twinkle  of  a 
star  or  two,  wonderfully 
clear  and  bright  in  the  cold 
autumn  night  air.The  trunks  of  the  trees 
stand  out  like  ghosts  againsf  the  dark- 
ness of  the  forest  beyond.  Out  on  the 
lake  a  loon  sounds  his  lonely  call,  and 
from  the  woods  in  front  an  owl  replies 
incessantly^  Then  the  guides  draw 
near  and  stories  circulate  until  bedtime 
comes.  The  women  retire  to  their  own 
sleeping  tent,  the  front  is  let  down  and 
closed,  blankets  unrolled,  and  the  dream- 
less sleep  of  those  who  sleep  on  a  thick 
bed  of  balsam  boughs  ends  the  day. 

But  when  the  sleepers  wake  in  the 
morning  it  is  to  the  sound  of  driving- 
rain  on  the  canvas  above  their  heads, 
emphasized  by  the  drip  of  heavy  drops 
from  the   trees.     A  cold,  misty  rain  is 


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driving  across  the  lake  below.  The 
surf  keeps  up  its  continuous  swash  on 
the  shore.  This  is  the  time  when  the 
new  tent  declares  i.s  full  merits  ;  one 
corner  down  to  the  sidelong  wind,  the 
other  stands  open  to  the  fire,  which 
sends  out  a  great  warm  glow  from  the 
mass  of  coals  underneath,  filling  the 
whole  tent  with  comfort  and  making  it 
as  dry  as  a  well-heated  house.  There  is 
room  for  the  party  to  move  freely  about, 
to  sit  here  and  there,  to  play  cards, read, 
sketch,  sew,  clean  rifles,  repair  rods,  or 
whatever  a  wet  day  indoors  suggests. 
The  comfort  within  contrasts  itself  with 
the  loneliness  of  the  forest,  the  melan- 
choly of  the  dripping  woods. 

Perhaps  the  forest  is  never  more 
beautiful  than  when  seen  under  the 
mists  and  half-lights  of  a  storm,  pro- 
vided you  are  yourself  dry  and  warm. 

Among  other  advantages  which  this 
form  of  tent  shares  with  the  wall  tent  is 
the  large  size  of  the  ends,  both  of  which 
in  this  case  can  be  utilized  as  follows  : 
I  set  up  against  them  a  support  for 
clothes,  etc.,  by  driving  in  the  ground 
along  the  sides  two  or  three  stems  of 
small  trees,  the  branches  lopped  off  so 
as  to  leave  projections  an  inch  or  two 
long,  and  tying  horizontally  across  these 
other  long,  straight  twigs.  It  is  im- 
mensely convenient  to  have  such  a 
clothes-horse  and  towel  rack. 

It  is  sometimes  desirable  to  divide  the 
tent  for  sleeping  purposes  into  apart- 
ments. This  is  easily  done  by  a  parti- 
tion exactly  resembling  one  of  the  sides, 
which  runs  from  front  to  rear  through 
the  middle.  This  can  be  removed  in  the 
daytime  or  just  tossed  up  over  itself. 
As  it  serves  no  other  purpose  but  as 
a  screen,  it  may  be  made  of  the  lightest 
cotton. 

For  the  tent  itself  I  have  found 
rather  light  "  drilling  "  amply  strong  if 
the  edges  are  reinforced  with  cord  run 
through  a  hem.  The  best  cord  I  have 
found  to  be  a  braided  cotton  clothes- 
line. Unlike  a  twisted  cord,  it  will  never 
kink.  The  cloth  should  be  soaked  in  a 
strong  solution  of  alum  and  afterwards 
in  strong  soapsuds.  This  forms  a 
mineral  lining  to  every  fibre,  perfectly 
mold-proof,  spark-proof  and  substan- 
tially rain-proof,  though  very  heavy 
drops  may  drive  through  slightly  in  the 
form  of  a  mist.  If  perfect  dryness  is 
essential  it  should  be  water-proofed  with 
a  solution  of  paraffine.     This  adds  some- 


what to  the  weight,  but  no  more  than 
would  a  fly,  which  in  this  case  would  be 
absolutely  useless.  The  sides  and  front 
and  rear  walls  will  be  perfectly  water- 
proof without  this  process. 

With  a  tent  of  the  size  and  character 
above  described,  a  party  of  six  men 
can  be  perfectly  comfortable  through 
any  kind  of  weather  ;  or  it  would  well 
accommodate  four  ladies^  serving  in  the 
daytime  as  a  parlor-ten  l.  for  the  whole 
party,  while  at  night  the  men  would 
sleep  elsewhere. 

If  comfortable  shelter  is  desirable,  a 
good  variety  of  agreeable  food  is  not 
less  important.  One  should  carry  a  full 
supply  of  provisions  for  the  trip,  without 
attempting  to  rely  on  the  chances  of 
hunting  or  fishing.  You  may  have  a 
thousand  pounds  of  meat  on  your  hands 
one  day,  and  a  little  later  not  be  able  to 
capture  even  a  chub  to  supply  your 
needs,  and  even,  if  procurable,  meat 
and  fish  alone  are  not  satisfactory  food. 

If  ladies  are  of  the  party,  they  must 
be  provided  with  a  sufficient  and  varied 
diet.  About  three  pounds  per  head  per 
day  is  needed  for  this  purpose,  and  this, 
supplemented  by  fish  and  game,  will 
meet  the  needs  of  even  a  camp  appe- 
tite. You  can  divide  the  weight  up 
into  a  full  assortment  of  canned  meats 
and  vegetables,  eggs,  fiour,  meals,  dried 
fruit,  etc.,  and  live  practically  as  well  as 
you  do  at  home. 

The  writer  keeps  a  camping  note-, 
book  containing,  among  other  things,  a 
list  of  provisions  for  a  camping  outfit. 
To  this  he  adds  from  time  to  time 
"  happy  thoughts  "  as  they  come  to  light. 

LIST  OF   PROVISIONS  FOR  TWO  MEN 
FOR   THIRTY   DAYS. 

1  small  jar  strawberry- 
preserve. 

2  lbs.  English  breakfast 
tea. 

I  small  jar  raspberry 

preserve. 
I  bottle  condensed  coffee. 

1  box  Whitman's  cocoa. 
5  lbs.  oatmeal. 

2  "    wheatmeal. 
lo    "    cornmeal. 
20    "     Hecker's  flour. 

2    "    rye  meal. 
12     "    white  sugar. 

5    "    maple  sugar. 

8    "    butter  in  air-tight 
i-lb.  boxes. 

2  lbs.  lard. 

I  box  salt. 

y^  bushel  potatoes,  a  few 
beets,  carrots,  onions, 
etc.  Baking  powder, 
pepper,  etc. 


1  can  ox  tongue. 

2  cans  corned  beef. 
2      "     roast  beef. 

1  can  chicken,  whole. 
4  other  canned  meats. 

2  hams,  small. 

1  flitch  bacon. 

4  doz.  eggs. 

5  lbs.  pork. 

2  "     salt  fish. 

2  canned  fishballs. 
I  can  succotash. 
I    "    fresh  peas. 
I    "    lima  beans. 

1  '■  shell  beans. 

2  boxes  baked  beans. 

8  cans  condensed  milk. 
y^  pint  each  olive  oil  and 
vinegar. 

3  lbs.  rice. 

2    "     prunes. 

6  lemons. 

I  lb.  ground  coffee. 


From    the  above  it  will    be  easy   to 
prepare  in  a  few  moments  an  outfit  of 


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provivSions  for  any  number  for  any 
length  of  time.  The  grocer  should  be 
ordered  to  pack  them  up  in  boxes,  about 
27x24x10  inches  in  size,  fitted  with  rope 
handles. 

For  breakfast  we  will  have  oatmeal 
or  other  form  of  porridge,  with  maple 
syrup.  After  the  porridge,  venison 
chops,  or  fried  or  broiled  trout  with 
potatoes,  or  an  omelette,  with  biscuit 
from  Hecker's  flour,  or  from  Indian, 
rye,  or  Graham  meal,  with  which 
orange  marmalade  makes  an  excellent 
relish.  If  fresh  meat  or  fish  be  lacking, 
canned  corned  beef  or  tongue  are  bases 
for  an  excellent  hash.  For  a  variety, 
any  one  of  a  dozen  forms  of  griddle 
cakes,  and,  of  course,  a  good  hot  cup  of 
tea  or  coffee. 

Such  a  breakfast  is  a  solid  inspiration 
for  a  morning's  outing,  and  towards 
noon  it  will  not  prevent  one  from  being 
well  ready  for  a  lunch,  a  slice  of  ham, 
biscuit  toasted  over  the  fire,  and  a  good 
cup  of  instantaneous  cocoa. 

Canned  soups  are  too  bulky  to  be 
carried  on  a  camping  trip,  but  first-rate 
condensed  soups  can  now  be  had  which 
only  require  to  be  dissolved  m  water. 
To  these  may  be  added  such  material 
as  the  camp  naturally  supplies,  the 
remains  of  a  canned  chicken  or  of  par- 
tridges you  have  shot,  a  can  of  peas  or 
tomatoes,  a  carrot  or  two,  an  onion. 
The  skill  of  the  women  will  produce  a 
most  delicious  soup  from  these  mate- 
rials, even  if  venison  or  other  meat  be 
wanting  in  camp.  It  is  to  be  hoped, 
however,  that  you  will  have  game  as 
well  as  fish.  At  all  events,  after  your 
splendid  fried  trout,  hot  as  fire,  and  of 
that  deep  salmon-red  color  which  tells 
of  cold,  clear  springs,  if  you  do  not  have 
venison,  a  canned  whole  chicken  larded 
and  roasted  is  not  bad,  or  even  a  rich 
mutton  stew,  served  with  peas  or  lima 
beans  and  a  camp  appetite.  After  this, 
a  bit  of  vegetable  salad.  Abundance  of 
desserts  may  be  easily  supplied,  made 
with  rice'  or  bread  with  raspberry  of 
blackberry  jam,  or  a  sweet  omelette 
suits  the  camp's  appetite  admirably,  the 
dinner  closing  with  a  cup  of  coffee,  and 
then  the  evening  pipe  or  cigar,  reclin- 
ing about  the  camp  fire. 

A  couple  of  thin  table  -  tops  about 
twenty-six  inches  square,  with  holes  at 
the  comers,  will  weigh  but  a  pound  or 
two.  They  will  fit  into  your  canoe 
either    on    the    bottom    or    edgeways. 


vSticks  driven  into  the  ground  for  legs 
will,  in  a  few  moments,  convert  them 
into  a  good  table  ample  for  six  or  eight 
people,  and  guides  will  easily  extem- 
porize seats  about  it.  Overhead  a 
piece  of  cotton  about  9x12  feet  square 
will  make  an  abundant  shelter  from  rain, 
and  if  soaked  with  a  solution  of  alum 
and  afterward  with  soapsuds,  will  be 
water-proof. 

The  leisure  of  vSunday  is  often  de- 
voted to  a  dinner  a  little  more  carefully 
prepared  than  usual.  The  writer  well 
remembers  one  shared  with  a  now  very 
distinguished  scientist,  who  is  thor- 
oughly familiar  with  the  best  special- 
ties of  the  best  dining-rooins  of  Eu- 
rope, and  knows  the  Cafe  d'Anglais  or 
Le  Voisin  as  he  does  the  secrets  of  the 
stars.  We  had  been  traveling  pretty 
hard  for  a  week  down  one  of  the 
larger  rivers  of  Maine,  running  its  rap- 
ids, sometimes  pretty  heavy  ones,  lug- 
ging over  its  carries,  crossing  the  nu- 
merous lakes  strung  like  beads  on  its 
length,  and  Sunday  we  stopped  to  rest 
at  the  narrows  which  separated  two 
large  bodies  of  water,  and,  sitting  at 
our  little  table  on  the  grass  bank,  look- 
ing up  the  misty  distances  of  one  lake 
and  over  to  the  mountains  across  the 
other,  here  is  the  menu  of  the  dinner 
we  amused  ourselves  with  preparing  : 

Coi:isomme. 

Planked  trout. 

Broiled  venison,  with  jelly. 

"  New  Land  "  baked  potatoes,  with  green 

peas. 

Roast  chicken. 

Vegetable  salad. 

All  with  a  bottle  of  Chateau  Margaux,  bought 

for  some  special  occasion. 

Plum  pudding,  with  burning  brandy. 

Coffee. 

This  shows  what  can  be  done  with 
camp  resources  and  a  little  Sunday  leis- 
ure, and  it  may  be  added  that  the  vari- 
ous dishes  were  of  their  kind  distinctly 
good,  apart  from  the  fictitious  merit  due 
to  camp  appetite.  The  consomme  was 
one  of  a  few  cans  carried  m  the  outfit, 
but  flavored  and  improved  by  various 
delicate  touches  from  stores.  A  planked 
trout  is  a  trout  fastened  to  a  bit  of 
plank,  or  "split,"  with  proper  materials 
suspended  above  and  dripping  over 
him  as  he  is  stood  upright  before  the 
coals  to  cook.  No  other  way  of  cooking 
a  fish  will  approach  this  in  delicacy  of 
flavor.  Cold  sliced  potatoes  and  beets, 
a  few  lima  beans  or  other  like  vegetables, 


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and  a  suspicion  of  onion  make  a  very 
appetizing-  salad  when  fitted  with  a  ju- 
dicious dressing,  and  a  half -bottle  of 
olive  oil  and  one  of  vinegar  should  be  a 
part  of  every  camp  store. 

But  it  may  be  said  that  it  is  very  diffi- 
cult, if  not  impossible,  to  cook  such  a 
dinner  over  a  camp  fire,  or  at  least  it 
involves  such  a  load  of  dishes  as  must 
be  a  great  encumbrance  to  free  move- 
ment in  a  canoe  or  with  pack  horses. 
Not  at  all.  Everything  needed  will  go 
comfortably  into  a  canvas  portfolio  2ox 
14  inches  square  and  4  inches  thick,  and 
into  a  pail  10  inches  in  diameter  and  12 
or  14  inches  high. 

The  former  holds  a  folding  baker 
which  collapses  into  a  thin  sheet,  and  a 
larg-e  rectangular  bakepan  fitting  into 
it,  and  into  this  fit  two  good  frying-pans 
and  two  wire  griddles  with  movable 
handles,  and  also  proper  cooking  knives, 
forks  and  spoons. 

The  pail  is  the  large  general  cold- 
water  pail  for  bringing  iip  to  the  camp 
and  holding  there  a  supply  of  cold  water 
as  needed.  It  contains  all  the  dishes 
herewith  illustrated  nesting  into  a  large 
hot-water  pail,  from  which,  as  it  hangs 
over  the  fire,  a  supply  of  hot  water  is 
always  at  hand  ;  also  two  smaller  pails 
and  two  stew-pans  for  cooking- ;  also  a 
full  set  of  cups,  plates,  tea  and  water 
pots,  syrup  jug,  salt  and  pepper  cruet, 
sugar, tea  and  coffee  boxes,  etc.  All  these 
table  dishes  are  best  made  of  alumi- 
num, not  only  because  it  is  light  but  be- 
cause it  is  so  neat  and  clean.  It  is  not 
very  expensive.  The  writer  has  tried 
it  and  finds  it  infinitely  superior  to  the 
usual  tinware.  It  is  like  eating  off  sil- 
ver. The  final  fitting  to  the  outfit  is  a 
complete  set  of  knives,  forks  and  spoons, 
large  and  small,  fitting  into  proper  roll- 
up  cloth  pockets,  which  slide  into  the 


second  pail  alongside  the  syrup  jug  or 
case. 

The  covers  of  the  various  pails  serve 
as  soup  tureen,  vegetable,  preserve  or 
butter  dishes.  With  the  whole  there  is 
sufficient  for  a  party  of  six,  with  guide, 
to  be  well  and  prettily  provided,  and 
the  outfit  will  pack  easily  and  in  small 
space  in  a  canoe  or  on  a  pack-horse.  In 
any  of  the  larger  cities  some  one  can  be 
found  who  will  work  out  the  aluminum 
dishes,  and  any  tinsmith  will  make  the 
rest. 

The  true  sportsman  will  find  a  pleas- 
ure during  the  winter  or  other  off  sea- 
son in  planning  his  outfit  for  the  sum- 
mer, whether  of  tent  or  for  cooking, 
and  will  find  that  he  will  enjoy  his  trip 
much  more  if  he  puts  in  use  his  own  in- 
ventions or  those  made  under  his  own 
direction. 

But  camp  life  is  sometimes  a  lazy  life, 
a  restful  life  also.  One  is  not  always 
away  from  camp  the  day  through,  and 
especially  the  ladies  enjoy  a  little  home 
life,  and  it  is  not  impossible  they  are  so 
wedded  to  home  customs  that  you  will, 
after  a  while,  even  begin  to  talk  of  five 
o'clock  tea. 

It  will  be  noticed  in  the  list  of  provis- 
ions on  a  previous  page  that  lemons  are 
included.  They  will  keep  for  a  long 
time  in  a  Northern  atmosphere  and  es- 
pecially in  autumn.  And  a  most  agree- 
able variety,  in  the  shape  of  Russian  tea, 
can  be  given  in  the  usual  form  of  the 
cup  "  which  cheers  but  not  inebriates," 
especially  when  it  otherwise  has  to  be 
made  with  condensed  milk,  and,  more- 
over, in  the  pleasant  acid  of  the  lemons, 
as  often  happens  also  at  sea,  is  to  be 
found  the  best  complement  to  the  hearty 
food  common  to  camp  life.  Decidedly, 
some  lemons  should  be  part  of  the  out- 
fit in  the  open,  for  many  reasons. 


A    BIT    ©F 


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\H11MQ-. 


BY    ED.    W.    SANDYS. 


T  is  not  all  of  fishing  to  catch 
fish  any  more  than  it  is  all 
of  fishing  to  use  only  swell 
tackle  and  fancy  flies. 
vSome  of   the  best  fishing-  1 
have  enjoyed  has  been  under 
almost    accidental    conditions, 
while  the  tools  employed  fre- 
quently have  been  of  the  crud- 
est description.     It  so  fell   out  during 
the  trip  I  now  refer  to. 

"  Hill  "  planned  the  whole  business, 
and  when  he  does  anything  that  thing 
is  well  done.  He  is  a  liberal,  round  and 
merry  soul,  who  revels  in  providing  fun 
for  others.  Incidentally,  he  is  a  very 
skillful  angler,  a  man  who  has  fished 
for  many  years,  and  who  knows  the 
ways  of  salmon,  trout,  'lunge  and  black 
bass  as  well  as  he  knows  how  to  circum- 
vent big  sea-bass,  "  blues,"  weakfish,  or 
anything  else  worth  bothering  about  in 
waters  contiguous  to  Gotham. 

None  of  Hill's  guests  was  let  into  the 
secret  until  the  last  moment,  so  I  was 
rather  astonished  when  I  heard  him 
warbling  over  the  'phone.  The  burden 
of  his  song  was  that  a  party  was  to  go 
down  to  the  sea  in  a  ship  of  his  provid- 
ing— in  fact,  we  were  to  be  his  guests 
throughout  the  venture. 

When  he  had  explained  to  me  that 
"  Peaceman,"  "  Harry  "  and  "  Cap  "  were 
to  be  of  the  party,  I  forgave  the  short 
notice  and  agreed  to  go.  To  tell  the 
truth,  the  proposition  was  a  most  tempt- 
ing one — I  knew  the  ways  of  these 
choice  spirits,  and  also  the  possibilities 
of  a  jolly  day  on  the  heaving  surface  of 
Old  Atlantic.  Hill  further  explained 
that  he  would  start  early  in  the  after- 
noon to  be  sure  that  everything  was  all 
right,  while  we  could  take  an  evening 
train  at  our  leisure.  He  would  meet 
us  at  Hammill's  Station,  and  there  was 
no  need  of  our  bothering  over  tackle 
or  the  like;  everything  would  be  ready. 
We  cheerfully  and  confid- 
ingly took  him  at  his  word. 
The  party  met  at  the  Long 
Island.Ferry,andhad  a  pleas- 
ant trip  via  the  Rockaway 
train.  The  evening  was 
strangely  warm.  By  the  time 
our  train  was  traversing  the 
long  trestle  we  were   ready 


for  anything  in  the  way  of  sport.  The 
air  was  simply  delicious  ;  the  many 
lights  of  anchored  craft  and  club-houses 
were  cheery  in  the  extreme,  while 
glimpses  of  men  in  sweaters  and  knick- 
ers carrying  fish  and  tackle  about  the 
way-station  platforms  were  eloquent  of 
sport. 

When  we  reached  our  destination  Hill 
was  waiting  for  us,  and  a  few  moments 
later  we  were  in  the  excellent  hotel  and 
prepared  to  do  full  justice  to  a  late  din- 
ner. After  that  came  the  chat  over  the 
cigars,  and  Harry  evinced  a  marked  rest- 
lessness.   At  last  he  blurted  out : 

"  Wastin'  valuable  time — most  valua- 
ble time — be  invaluable  time  first  thing 
you  know  !  " 

Hill's  merry  eyes  turned  inquiringly 
from  one  face  to  another  as  he  remarked ; 

"  Gentlemen,  it  shall  be  as  you  say." 

Cap   quietly  shook  his  head  ;  Peace- 
man  was  as  expressionless  as  a 
wooden  Indian. 

I  ventured  upon  one  of  my 
sermons.  I  never  play  the  game, 
so  I  called  their  attention  to  the 
fact  that  we  had  a  magnificent 
night,  good  cigars  and  pleasant 
company.  Moreover,  each  man's 
money  was  still  in  the  pocket 
where  it  rightly  belonged,  and 
we  had  to  be  up  at  four  o'clock 
the  next  morning.  To  all  of 
which  Harry  growled  out :  "  My 
money's  not  still  in  my  pocket." 
Nor  was  it,  for  we  could  plainly 
hear  it  jingle  as  he  turned  it  over.  The 
sound  of  it  told  of  quarters,  dimes  and 
nickels  galore  —  the  rascal  had  come 
well  prepared. 

I'm  no  George  Washington,  so  we  did 
not  "  poke  ;  "  indeed,  within  an  hour 
each  man  was  in  his  room. 

My  room  had  two  huge  windows, 
through  which  the  marvelous  breath  of 
the  ocean  swept  at  will.  As  I  lay  enjoy- 
ing, to  the  full,  air  which  might  well  have 
come  straight  down  from  the  boundless 
blue  purity  above,  I  could  not  help  con- 
trasting it  with  the  smoke-laden,  fouled 
stuff  we  might  have  been  inhaling  in  a 
close  room,  had  we  played  cards. 

"  It's  bad  for  the  health  to  play 
cards,"  I  drowsily  muttered,  for  the  air 
was  doing  its  work. 


THE  SCRIBE. 


512 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


A  foot-fall  at  this  moment  sounded  in 
the  hall  and  soon  a  fist  smote  my  door 


I   knew 
get   up 


It 


ye 


evil 


with  no  uncertain    sound, 
was    Harry,  still    trying    to 
game,  so  I  yelled  at  him  : 

"  Get   away    out    of    that 
*  gam  ' — I  won't  play  !  " 

"  Yez  won't  what  ?  "  asked  a  strange 
voice,  which  continued  : 

"  Git  yez  up,  sorr — the  hull  av  thim's 
up." 

"  Why,  what  in  blazes  time  is  it  ? "  I 
asked  in  amazement. 

"  Jist  gone  foor  o'clock  —  Lord  love 
yez,  did  yez  tink  I'd  fule  yez  ?" 

I  realized  the  situation  and  bestirred 
myself. 

It  was  an  extraordinary  morning. 
Not  the  faintest  puff  of  air  was  stirring 
when  we  went  down  the  long  wharf 
with  its  double  rows  of  club-houses. 
The  whole  world  of  waters  was  sleeping 
like  a  tired  child,  and  there 
was  not  one  vestige  of  cloud 
in  all  the  solemn  dome  which 
roofed  our  field  of  view. 
The  tide  was  busy,  as  it  ever 
is,  but  even  the  huge  pulse 
of  the  Atlantic  appeared  to 
beat  sleepily.  The  picture 
was  the  most  restful  scene  I 
have  looked  upon. 

It  was  beautiful,  too. 
Across  the  channel  spread 
broad  marshes,  swart  from 
the  sun's  long  action.  Above 
them  hung  a  few  bannerets  of  pearly 
mist,  beneath  which  every  shadow 
was  sharply  defined.  Upon  one  side  the 
barnacled,  weed-tufted  piles  rose  like 
long  black  columns  of  jet  studded  with 
pearls  and  precious  things,  while  their 
broken  reflections  in  the  creeping  tide 
displayed  a  wealth  of  velvet  shadow 
and  silver  sheen  which  only  the  brush 
of  a  master  of  black-and-white  could 
portray.  The  wharf  and  the  club- 
houses of  many  colors  seemed  like  a 
narrow  street  of  some  quaint  old  city, 
and  when  a  picturesque  old  sailor- man 
approached  us,  I  more  than  half  ex- 
pected to  hear  him  speak  in  some  un- 
known tongue. 

But  he  did  not.  He  used  the  familiar 
North-American,  and  he  fluently  cursed 
the  weather,  the  prospect  of  no  sport, 
and  the  luck  which  prevented  him  from 
hiring  his  craft  to  some  fishing-party. 

Hill's  big  boat  we  found  to  be  quite 
a  curio  in  her  own  peculiar  way.     She 


was  very  roomy,  and  her  ingenious 
owner,  with  an  eye  to  an  occasional 
lack  of  wind  at  unfavorable  times,  had 
rigged  her  up  with  a  gas-engine  which 
could  drive  her  at  fair  speed  when  her 
big  spread  of  canvas  was  useless. 

"  You  can't  fool  n.e,"  he  lemaiked,  as 
he  pomted  out  the  engine,  wheel  and 
tanks.  "  I  fish  for  fun,  and  I  want  to  be 
able  to  go  out  or  come  in  when  I  feel  like 
it."  He  certainly  had  solved  the  prob- 
lem in  an  efficient,  if  unique,  manner. 

Soon  the  lines  were  cast  off,  the 
engine  was  merrily  chug-chugging,  and 
the  boat  slid  seaward,  in  spite  of  the 
tide.  We  lounged  at  ease  in  sweaters 
and  knickers,  and  prepared  to  thoroughly 
enjoy  an  unusual  experience. 

The  engine,  unfortunately,  could  not 
drive  so  large  a  boat  fast  enough  for 
trolling  for  bluefish,  which  demands  a 
lively  rate  of  speed.  But  there  were 
other  fish  in  the  sea,  and  while  we  should 
have  preferred  a  bout  with  the  blues,  the 
lack  of  it  was  not  to  mar  our  pleasure. 

After  we  once  got  outside,  the  sea 
presented  an  extraordinary  appearance, 
the  like  of  which  I  had  never  before 
witnessed.  The  water  looked  like  oil  ; 
far  as  the  eye  could  rove  there  was  not 
a  semblance  of  a  wave.  Had  it  not  been 
for  a  long,  slow  swing,  a  wraith  of  the 
wave-action  so  characteristic  of  that 
part  of  the  coast,  we  might  as  well  have 
been  upon  the  oft-quoted  mill-pond. 

For  some  time  we  steadily  forged 
ahead,  under  the  pilotage  of  Cap  and 
two  hairy  sea-dogs  who  constituted  the 
crew.  Our  chosen  spot  was  over  an 
ancient  wreck,  all  that  is  left  of  an 
Italian  brig  which  found  her  last  rest- 
ing-place one  awful  night,  when  roar- 
ing walls  of  raging  white  crashed  her 
straining  hull  to  sudden  destruction. 
The  old  salts  tell  of  grewsome  things  of 
that  night — of  piercing  calls  in  foreign 
tongues,  of  bubbling  prayers,  and  of 
battered  forms  wallowing  in  fierce  un- 
dertow and  flung  high  upon  the  heart- 
less sands  after  the  breakers  had  wearied 
of  their  sport.  No  doubt  these  tales 
are  true;  certain  it  is  that  the  wreck  now 
affords  fine  fishing. 

Our  craft  was  eventually  worked  into 
the  proper  position  and  we  prepared  for 
business.  Hill  shipped  up  a  fine  bam- 
boo rod,  while  the  rest  of  us  were 
furnished  hand-lines,  each  of  which  car- 
ried two  hooks  and  a  heavy  sinker.  We 
used  clams  for  bait. 


A   BIT  OF  SEA-FISHING. 


Of  course,  the  capture  of  the  first  fish 
was  an  interesting'  matter.  I  felt  a 
gentle  nibble,  made  a  snatch,  and  felt 
I  had  something'.  Presently  to  the 
surface  came  a  couple  of  dark,  prettily 
mottled  fish.  As  I  hauled  them  aboard, 
Peaceman  also  landed  one  of  the  same 
sort,  and  so  the  honor  of  first  catch  was 
shared. 

Harry  looked  at  my  captives  and 
remarked:  "And  you  wouldn't  play 
draw  !  You  bet  if  I  could  catch  pairs 
like  that  I  wouldn't  miss  a  game." 

The  fish  were  blackfish.  They  weighed 
about  half  a  pound  each,  and  I  subse- 
quently found  that  they  were  excel- 
lent for  the  table.  They  had  small, 
sheep-like  mouths  with  prominent  teeth, 
which  they  presumably  use  for  crushing 
small  shellfish.  An  abundance  of  such 
food  no  doubt  attracted  the  blackfish  to 
the  wreck.  There  must  have  been 
hundreds  of  them  below  us,  for  we  had 
lively  sport  for  a  couple  of  hours. 

An  occasional  tidy  sea-bass  afforded 
variety  to  the  proceedings,  and  other 
things,  neither  so  tidy  nor  so  acceptable, 
took  the  hooks.  Small  crabs  hung  to 
the  baits  until  they  reached  the  surface, 
then  usually  let  go  their  holds  and  sidled 
to  the  glooms.  Now  and  then  a  piece 
of  sharp  work  secured  one  of  them. 

The  first  big  spider-crab,  a  hideous- 
looking  varmint,  was  captured  by  Harry. 
At  first  it  looked  like  a  bundle  of  roots 
or  a  mess  of  the  drowned  Italians' 
spaghetti.  Harry  landed  it  between  his 
feet,  took  one  glance,  then  climbed  the 
deck-house.  When  the  spider  got  upon 
his  feet  and  began  to  move  about,  Harry 
muttered  :  "Jerusalem!  what  hands  he 
could  hold  and  how  he  could  manipulate 
pasteboards."  Harry,  however,  would 
fish  no  more,  vowing  "  that  he  didn't 
want  to  catch  any  more  things  like  that 
in  his  draw." 

Skates,  too,  came  up  at  intervals.  The 
first  one  captured  was  taken  charge  of 
by  one  of  the  crew,  who  promptly  de- 
manded a  pocket  flask.  He  freed  the 
skate  from  the  hook,  turned  it  upon  its 
back,  then  calmly  poured  a  few  drops  of 
whiskey  into  the  convulsively  working 
mouth.  In  a  few  moments  he  tossed  the 
skate  overboard,  whereupon  the  gyra- 
tions it  described  were  simply  amazing. 
"  He's  drunk  as  a  fool,"  laughed  the 
sailor  as  he  watched  his  unfortunate  vic- 
tim. The  skate  certainly  acted  as  though 
it  had  taken  a  nip  or  two  too  much,  but 


PEACEMAN. 


if  its  actions  are  what  are  re- 
ferred to  by  the  slang  term 
"  skate,"  as  applied  to  the  in- 
ebriated human,  I  desire  no 
such  experience  in  mine.  It 
was  good  whiskey,  too  ! 

As  time  slipped  away  the 
fish  ceased  biting,  but  we 
were  told  the  fun  would  be 
good  again  later  on.  Our  kind 
host  had  provided  a  lunch,  which  came 
in  most  acceptably.  After  a  long  rest 
and  a  chat,  Peaceman  decided  that  the 
day  was  just  right  for  swimming.  He 
removed  his  sweater,  and,  clad  only 
in  his  knickers,  went  to  the  side  of 
the  boat,  presumably  to  test  the  water 
with  his  foot  before  plunging  in.  One 
of  the  crew  eyed  him  curiously,  then 
asked  : 

"  Are  you  thinking  of  flopping  over  ?  " 

Peaceman  replied  :  "  Sure  I  am — it 
looks  fine." 

"  Maybe  'taint  quite  so  good  as  it 
looks,"  replied  the  man.  "  No  fish  has 
bit  for  an  hour,  and  there's  liable  to  be 
a  shark  'bout  as  big  as  you' are  skirmish- 
ing around  under  there." 

The  expression  which  flashed  over 
Peaceman's  face  was  very,  very  funn)'', 
and  the  way  he  slid  away  from  the  gun- 
wale was  still  funnier.  The  man  told 
me  that  he  intended  no  joke,  and  at  the 
same  time  he  jerked  his  thumb  signifi- 
cantly in  the  direction  of  a  couple  of 
lily-irons  which  lay  upon  the  deck-house. 
He  further  declared  that  he  fancied  he 
had  seen  a  large,  vague  form  drifting 
about  below. 

"  Look  there  !  "  he  exclaimed. 

It  may  have  been  fancy,  but  it  did 
seem  to  me  that  a  big  shadowy  thing 
for  an  instant  was  visible.  At  all  events, 
the  man  meant  what  he  said.  It  was  a 
quiet  joke  on  me,  too,  for  I  had  been 
feeling  fit  for  a  swim,  which,  needless  to 
say,  I  did  not  attempt. 

All  through  the  dreamy 
afternoon  the  heat  held  its 
own  and  no  breath  of  wind 
came.  We  fished  until  we 
wearied  of  apparently  inex- 
haustible sport.  We  got  as 
tanned  as  redskins,  and  at  last 
some  one  looked  westward 
and  saw  a  tremendous  crim- 
son sphere  sinking  toward  the 
water-line. 

Simple  as  this  form  of  sport 
may  appear  to  those  who  know 


THE  CREW. 


5^4 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


the  best  there  is  of  river,  lake  and 
brook  fishing,  the  day  had  yielded  a 
wondrously  pleasant  experience.  The 
substitution  of  stiff  bait-rods  for  the 
hand-tackle  might  introduce  more  pleas- 
ing features,  yet  a  congenial  party,  with 


a  host  like  ours,  may  find  there  is  fun, 
even  in  the  use  of  hand-lines.  No  mo- 
ment of  our  time  hung  heavily  upon 
our  hand  for,  after  all,  it  does  men  good 
to  now  and  then  forget  their  cares  and 
just  be  boys  together. 


^U^AIEJ^   1^    ©2=.e    SCef^TUCSCYc 


WHEN  de  fire-fly  am  a-glintin' 
Through  de  tasselated  corn, 
An'  de  plough-boy  in  de  meadow 
Hears  de  tootin'  dinnah-horn  ; 
When  de  white  clouds  sail  a-traihn'. 

High  across  de  turquoise  sky  : 
It  means,  in  ole  Kentucky, 
Dat  de  summah  time  am  by. 

n. 

When  de  blue-grass  scents  de  pasture 

An'  de  rain-crow  'gins  ter  croak  ; 
When  de  sassy  jays  an'  cat-birds 

People  willow,  elm  an'  Oak  ; 
When  de  bob-o-linkum,  partridge. 

An'  de  coon  an'  possum's  shy  : 
It  means,  in  ole  Kentucky, 

Dat  the  summah  time  am  by. 

III. 

When  de  bob  white  'gins  ter  whistle 

From  de  depths  of  fragrant  sedge, 
An'  de  white-tailed  "  Brer  Rabbit" 

Sneaks  through  quiet,  shady  hedge 
When  de  raellons  'gin  ter  ripen 

An'  de  buzzards  dot  de  sky  : 
It  means,  in  ole  Kentucky, 

Dat  de  summah  time  am  by. 


IV. 

When  de  hens  an'  chickens  nestle 

In  de  dust  around  de  door. 
An  de  hound-dog  lies  a-snoozin' 

On  de  polished  piazza  floor  ; 
When  de  bumble-bee's  a-stingin' 

At  de  piccaninny's  eye  : 
It  means,  in  cle  Kentucky, 

Dat  de  summah  time  am  by. 


V. 

When  ole  Massie  sits  a-noddin' 

In  his  arm-chair  in  de  shade, 
An  de  cacklin'  from  de  barn-yard, 

Proves  de  eggs  am  newly  laid  ; 
When  der's  fishm' in  de  woods' creek 

An'  de  trout  rise  to  de  fly  : 
It  means,  in  ole  Kentucky, 

Dat  de  summah  time  am  by. 

T.  Philip  Terry. 


OuTiNG's  Monthly  Review 


OF 


AMATEUR  SPORTS  AND  PASTIMES. 


POLO 


ONTRARY  to  expectations 
the  standard  height  of 
ponies  eligible  to  compete 
in  the  games  this  year  was 
not  raised  from  14. i  to  14.2 
hands.  For  two  or  three 
seasons  past  the  tendency- 
has  been  toward  larger 
p  )nies,  and,  as  a  matter  of 
fact,  many  an- 
imals over  14.  i 
hands  have 
been  used;  and 
when  a  prop- 
osition to  in- 
crease  the 
standard  was 
promulgated 
there  was 
strong  opposi- 
tion on  the 
grounds  that 
the  legalizing 
of  the  14.2 
standard 
would  not  only 
result  in  the 
introduction 
of  ponies  of 
much  higher  stature,  introducing  into  the  game 
large  and  speedy  horses  approaching  the  thor- 
oughbred racer  in  type,  but  would  place  at  a 
disadvantage  the  younger  players,  many  of 
"whom  prefer  to  continue  using  Western  ponies 
of  small  size  and  of  the  old-fashioned  bronco 
^variety.  The  subject  simmers  down  to  the 
question  of  whether  or  not  it  is  in  the  true  spirit 
of  progress  to  pursue  polo  as  a  series  of  pony 
races  between  goal-posts,  or  let  it  remain  where 
players  on  this  side  of  the  Atlantic  took  it  up, 
namely,  a  game  in  which  as  much  depended 
upon  the  agility  of  the  pony  as  the  dexterity  of 
the  plajj-er,  and  a  game  in  which  (with  ponies 
all  of  one  stamp  and  so  inexpensive  as  to  be 
within  the  reach  of  all)  none  but  the  really 
courageous  and  daring  players  could  gain  ma- 
terial advantage  over  their  opponents. 


The  subject  is  important,  for  the  reason  that 
upon  the  character  of  the  ponies  employed  the 
whole  complexion  of  the  game  in  this  country 
rests.  Any  move  that  tends  to  throw  the 
victories  into  the  hands  of  any  particular  cote- 
rie of  players,  who  may  be  able  to  purchase 
and  maintain  large  numbers  of  highly-bred  and 
expensive  ponies,  would  naturally  result  in  ren- 
dering the  game  unpopular  with  a  host  of  young 
enthusiasts  who  must  depend  on  small  and  in- 
expensive ponies  until  the  good  time  comes 
when  the  thoroughbred  polo  pony  is  a  com- 
mercial commodity  here  and  can  be  bought  at 
a  reasonable  figure ;  on  the  other  hand,  the 
speedy  game  is  preferable  to  slow  play. 

A  new  rule  promulgated  this  year  is  that 
which  provides  that  match  games  between 
teams  of  four  players  shall  be  of  four  periods 
of  fifteen  minutes  each,  instead  of  three  periods 
of  twenty  minutes  each  as  formerly.  So  far  as 
the  season  has  progressed  this  arrangement 
has  had  a  tendency  to  increase  the  number  of 
ponies  kept  in  reserve  by  the  several  players, 
to  necessitate  more  frequent  changes  of  ponies, 
and  to  lengthen  out  the  contests  until  after 
sundown,  in  some  instances  the  final  periods 
not  closing  until  7  and  even  7.30  p.  m.  In  its 
favor  there  is  the  fact  that  the  opening  periods 
this  season  have  been  more  brilliant  than 
formerly,  and,  as  it  always  has  taken,  and 
always  will  take,  two  periods  to  get  the  players 
keyed  up  to  their  best  form,  we  have  now  the 
third  and  fourth  bouts  prosecuted  with  vigor  as 
against  only  the  third  period  heretofore.  The 
strain  on  the  more  zealous  players  may  be  a 
trifle  more  severe  now  than  formerly,  but  this 
may  bring  good  in  its  train,  for  the  sooner 
such  players  realize  it  the  sooner  they  will 
settle  down  to  doing  their  share  of  the  work 
and  no  more,  all  of  which  will  the  more  rapidly 
result  in  cohesive  play — one  of  the  prime 
factors  of  first-grade  polo. 

Another  new  rule  is  that  requiring  contest- 
ants in  championship  events  to  play  with  the 
team  that  they  have  been  closely  associated 
with  throughout  the  season.  This  renders 
the  play,  both    teams  and    individual,   more 


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OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


easily  followed  from  start  to  finish  of  the 
season's  games,  and  makes  intelligent  com- 
parison possible. 

It  has  also  been  decided  that  a  player  whose 
name  is  not  on  the  Association's  handicap  list 
will  not  be  allowed  to  play  in  tournament 
events  until  his  handicap  has  been  published. 
This  obviates  the  possibility  of  "  dark  horses  " 
appearing  before  the  public  in  advertised 
contests  and  exhibiting  skill  out  of  all  pro- 
portion to  their  known  capacity. 


THE    ASSOCIATION    CUPS. 


The   tournament    events   scheduled   for  the 
season  are  as  follows  : 


PAST. 


TO 
COME. 


fMay  23-June  4— Meadowbrook  Club. 

June   6-1 1 — Country  Club  of  Westchester. 
\  June  13-18— Devon  Polo  Club. 
I  June  20 -July  2— Philadelphia  Country  Club. 
[July     4-16— Rockaway  Hunting  Club. 
■July  18-30— Point  Judith  Country  Club. 

August    1-6— Southampton  Polo  Club. 

August  8-20— Westchester  Polo  Club,  Newport. 

August  22-27— Buffalo  Polo  Club. 

August  2Q-September  3— Myopia  Hunt  Club. 
'  September    5-ro — Dedham  Polo  Club. 

September  12-17— Country  club  of  Brookline. 
I  September  ig-October   1— Champion   Games, 
!         Prospect  Park,  Brooklyn. 
[October  3-8— Staten  Island  Club. 

The  season  opened  under  the  most  favor- 
able auspices,  the  initial  meet  taking  place 
at  Hempstead,  Tuesday,  May  30th,  in  the 
presence  of  a  large  and  distinguished  au- 
dience and  under  the  brightest  of  blue  skies, 
the  players  and  their  ponies  being  keyed  up  to 
their  finest  form.  Coaches  and  vehicles  of  all 
kinds,  loaded  with  the  fashionables  of  West- 
bury,  Hempstead  and  Garden  City,  were 
drawn  up  along  the  boundary  lines,  and  here 
and  there  could  be  noticed  the  bright  uniforms 
of  officers  who  had  ridden  over  from  the  mili- 
tary camp  hard  by. 

The  contest  was  for  the  Meadowbrook  Club 
Cups,  the  home  team  and  the  Rockaway  com- 
peting. The  Meadowbrooks  outclassed  their 
opponents,  and  beat  them,  notwithstanding 
they  allowed  them  a  handicap  of  three  goals, 
the  score  closing  :  Meadowbrook  team,  93^; 
Rockaways,  ^%.  Messrs.  Eustis,  Hitchcock, 
Whitney  and  Baldwin,  on  the  home  team, 
worked  together  as  one  man  throughout  the 
game,  their  cohesive  play  telling  the  story. 
Messrs.  Hazard,  Dallett,  Cowdin  and  Conover, 
each  brilliant  at  intervals,  did  not  play  so  well 
together.  Mr.  F.  S.  Conover  was  wonderfully 
clever  at  back,  duplicating  much  of  the  finer 
play  shown  by  his  opposite,  Mr.  C.  C.  Baldwin. 
Mr.  Harry  Payne  Whitney's  large  stable  of 
ponies  told  in  favor  of  the  Meadowbrook  team. 

The  second  event  of  the  season  took  place  on 
the  same  grounds,  the  Hempstead  Cups  being 
played  for  between  the  second  Meadowbrook 


and  Rockaway  teams.  On  this  occasion  the 
home  team  was  made  up  of  W.  C  Eustis,  H.  P. 
Whitney,  J.  B.  Eustis,  Jr.,  and  H.  V.  R.  Ken- 
nedy, their  opponents  being  Messrs.  F.  D.  Sav- 
age, F.  S.  Conover,  Geo.  L.  Myers  and  Marion 
Story.  To  put  it  briefly,  it  was  a  Eustis  day 
from  start  to  finish,  Mr.  W.  C.  scoring  no  less 
than  nine  of  the  fourteen  goals  which  fell  to  his 
side.  Mr.  Whitney  was  in  remarkably  fine 
form  at  No.  2,  and  played  well  into  Mr.  Eustis' 
hands.  Mr.  Conover  was  the  backbone  of  his 
team,  his  returns,  cross-field  plays  and  drives 
on  the  border  line  being  always  well  sustained. 
Mr.  Savage  was  also  strong  as  an  individual,  but 
here  again  the  cohesive  team-work  of  the 
Meadowbrooksresulted  to  theiradvantage,  their 
score  at  the  close  reading  i2>^  goals  against 
Rockaway 's  4,  one  of  which  was  allowed  by 
handicap. 

The  games  held  on  the  picturesque  grounds 
of  the  Westchester  Country  Club  must  go  on 
record  a'"  among  the  best  of  the  season,  the  play 
being  unusually  rapid  in  every  bout,  the  riding 
off  determined,  and  the  leads  and  drives 
brilliant.  Messrs.  W.  Hazard,  J.  Dallett,  A. 
Francke  and  Geo.  L.  Myers  on  the  Rock- 
away team  put  up  a  splendid  fight  against 
Messrs.  A.  C.  Bostwick,  C.  C.  Baldwin,  W.  C. 
Eustis  and  H.  P.  Whitney,  the  former  having 
only  a  credit  of  i  goal  by  handicap.  The  field 
was  a  bit  short  by  actual  measurement,  and 
gave  the  ponies  of  the  bronco  variety  a  chance 
to  display  their  cleverness.  The  more  expen- 
sive ponies  of  the  Meadowbrook  team,  which 
have  all  the  advantage  when  it  comes  to  rac- 
ing over  a  long  field,  were  thus  playing  on 
about  even  terms.  Nothing  could  exceed  the 
persistence  of  C  C.  Baldwin's  play  in  this 
game,  his  drives,  backhanders  and  clever  tips 
under  his  opponents'  ponies  being  loudly  ap- 
plauded. Whitney  proved  remarkable  at  back, 
protecting  his  goal  like  a  veteran.  Young 
Master  Bostwick  unfortunately  crossed  his 
opponent  Dallett  in  the  third  period,  a  foul 
being  allowed.  The  youth  played  conscien- 
tiously, however,  and  made  some  neat  returns, 
although  he  was  not  overstrong  at  the  heavier 
business  of  riding  off,  and  so  changed  his  posi- 
tion later  in  the  game.  Myers  and  Hazard 
played  well  together,  the  former  being  partic- 
ularly reliable  on  the  lead  and  at  round  field 
play.  Dallett  was  perhaps  the  quickest  on  his 
side  and  rode,  as  he  always  does,  like  a  cen- 
taur, his  drives  at  the  border  being  strong  and 
well  borne  out.  It  was  anybody's  gaine  at  the 
end  of  the  third  period,  but  when  the  final  bell 
rang  to  close  the  contest,  the  score  stood  Mead- 
owbrooks 914^  and  Rockaways  t}(,  which  left 
the  Westchester  Club  Cups  to  be  played  for  by 
the  Meadowbrook  and  Westchester  teams. 

The  final  bout  for  these  cups  took  place  on 
Saturday,  June  nth,  and  the  play  was  hot 
from  the  start.  The  first  four  goals  were 
struck,  each  inside  of  half  a  minute,  and  the 
game  was  not  decided  before  eighteen  goals 
had  been  made.  The  light  blue  champions 
(Meadowbrooks),  made  up  of  Messrs.  W.  C. 
Eustis,  T.  Hitchcock,  Jr.,  C.  C.  Baldwin  and  H, 
P.  Whitney,  were  opposed  by  Eugene  Reynal, 
L.  Waterbury,  J.  M.  Waterbury  and  E.  C.  Pot- 
ter, the  latter  quartette  being  allowed  seven 
goals  by  handicap.  The  Waterbury  boys  were 
the  heroes  of  the  day.    Young  "  Monty  "  struck 


POLO. 


517 


off  in  grand  style,  and  "  Larry  "  played  with 
remarkable  dash  and  vim.  JE.  C.  Potter  at 
back  ordered  all  to  give  way  to  Larry  Water- 
bury,  and  the  boy  made  every  play  which  foiled 
the  opposing  team,  although  in  the  matter  of 
goals  he  divided  honors  with  his  brother.  On 
the  Meadowbrook  side  C.  C.  Baldwin  was 
irresistible  at  No.  3,  and  the  way  he  hustled  and 
rode-off  his  opponents  reminded  one  of  a 
Munnipooree  player.  He,  Whitney  and  Eus- 
tis  did  all  the  scoring  for  their  side  in  the 
first  two  periods,  after  which  Thomas  Hitch- 
cock got  down  to  business  and  thwacked  the 
ball  through  the  uprights  in  real  old-fash- 
ioned style.  In  the  third  period  a  goal-post 
was  smashed,  and  in  the  last  bout  each 
side  was  fined  two  quarters  for  hitting  safe- 
ties. With  three  minutes  left  to  play,  the 
score  stood  Meadowbrook  12^  and  Westchester 
12^,  so  it  can  be  imagined  how  desperate  was 
the  fight  before  Hitchcock  and  Eustis  respect- 
ively hit  another  goal  apiece,  thus  making  their 
team  the  custodians  of  the  handsome  silver 
trophies  for  the  present  year.  This  battle  goes 
to  prove  that,  notwithstanding  the  depletion  of 
players  on  account  of  the  war,  the  good  old 
game  of  polo  is  likely  to  be  pursued  with  as 
much  if  not  more  spirit  this  year  than  at  any 
time  in  the  past. 

The  tournament  at  Philadelphia  was  much 
less  interesting  this  year  than  last,  for  the  rea- 
son that  the  Association  Cups  are  this  season 
to  be  played  for  on  the  grounds  of  the  Dedham 
Club  in  September,  whereas  last  year  the 
■Quaker  Country  Club  had  the  honor.  There 
was,  further,  only  one  contest  for  the  Morrell 
Challenge  Cup,  that  of  June  20th,  between  the 
Devon  and  Philadelphia  Country  Clubs,  when 
the  latter  won  by  excellent  cohesive  plajr,  their 
score  standing  5  goals  earned  and  2  by  handi- 
cap allowance,  as  against  5  1-2  earned  by  their 
opponents.     The  second  event  went  by  default 


to  the  Country  Club,  the  Rockaway  team  fail- 
ing to  materialize. 

The  opening  contest  for  the  Alden  Cup  took 
place  at  Bala  on  June  29th,  Messrs.  Carter, 
Snowden,  Kendrick  and  Strawbridge  appear- 
ing for  Devon  with  a  total  handicap  of  13,  and 
Messrs.  Max  Kennedy,  Savage,  R.  J.  Collier 
and  Dwight  Porter,  total  penalty  7,  for  the 
Rockaway  Club.  Although  allowing  their  op- 
ponents 6  goals  to  commence  with,  the  Devons 
won  hands  down  with  a  total  of  20  3-4  goals,  as 
against  7  earned  added  to  the  handicap  by 
the  gentlemen  from  Cedarhurst.  Messrs.  Ken- 
drick and  Snowden  made  most  of  the  running, 
and,  as  in  their  play  for  the  Morrell  Cup,  their 
team  play  was  the  secret  of  their  success.  The 
final  for  the  Alden  trophy  was  decided  on  July 
2d,  the  line-up  being  identical  with  that  in  the 
Morrell  game,  namely  :  Devon — Messrs.  Car- 
ter, Snowden,  Kendrick  and  Strawbridge,  in 
the  order  named,  total  handicap  13  ;  Philadel- 
phia C.  C— Messrs.  C.  N.  Welch,  J.  B.  Lippin- 
cott,  A.  E.  Kennedy  and  W.  H.  Smith,  total 
penalty  11.  Play  was  even  at  the  end  of  the 
first  period,  Devon  got  an  advantage  in  the 
second,  while  Philadelphia  slowly  worked  up 
highest  in  the  final,  their  finishing  score  stand- 
ing 10  goals  to  6  3-4  made  by  the  Devon  con- 
tingent. 

The  month  of  June  was  prolific  of  good  polo, 
out  West,  at  Lake  Forest,  111.,  the  Onwentsia, 
Buffalo  and  St.  Louis  Clubs  contending.  The 
games  for  the  Lake  County  Cups  were  of  un- 
usual interest,  members  of  the  St.  Louis  Club 
especiallydistinguishing  themselves  by ,  on  June 
2ist,  scoring  16  goals  against  Onwentsia  sec- 
ond's I  1-4,  the  handicap  equal  at  the  start,  and 
in  the  final  contest,  June  25th,  with  a  handicap 
of  6,  earning  13  goals,  as  against  the  first  On- 
wentsia's  4  3-4  with  a  handicap  of  4.  The 
team  was  made  up  of  Messrs.  Geo.  P.  Doan, 
Jr.,  G.   H.  Walker,  S.  C.  Davis  (capt.)  and  J. 


J.  M.   f"  MONTY  ")  WATERBURY,    JR. 


5^8 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


T.  Davis,  in  the  order  named,  the  No.  2  and 
the  captain  exhibiting  a  remarkable  degree  of 
brilliance  and  proving  themselves  redoubtable 
at  the  art  of  piling  up  goals.  The  opening 
game,  on  June  20th,  was  between  the  Buffalo 
&ub  and  the  first  Onwentsia  team,  the  former 
handicapped  at  12  and  the  latter  at  4.  As  the 
Buffaloes  earned  12  goals  and  the  Onwentsias 
9,  the  score  at  the  finish  of  a  very  good  game 
stood  :  Onwentsia  team,  16  3  4,  and  the  Buf- 
falo team  a  round  dozen,  a  turning  of  tables 
with  a  vengeance,  Messrs.  E.  C.  Green,  W.  W. 
Keith,  M.  J.  Kirkman  and  W.  Farrell,  on  the 
winning  side,  putting  up  a  game  which  set  the 
cognoscenti  by  the  ears. 

In  the  opening  game  for  the  Onwentsia  Cup, 
Mr.  J.  Richmond  and  the  Carys,  Seward, 
Charles  and  George,  gave  the  second  Onwent- 
sia team  a  drubbing,  the  score  standing  Buffalo 
12  and  the  home  team  8)^  when  the  contest 
closed,  Mr.  Richmond  doing  most  of  the  execu- 
tion. The  St.  Louis  team,  with  a  handicap  of 
6,  as  before,  plaj-ed  two  wonderful  games  for 
this  trophy  :  the  first  on  June  23d  against  the 
senior  Onwentsias,  scoring  16  goals  to  their  op- 
ponents' 5  earned  and  2  by  handicap,  and  the 
second  on  June  27th,  on  which  occasion  they 
fought  the  Buffalo  plaj-ers,  who  had  a  handicap 
of  12  and  therefore  allowed  them  6.  The 
Buffaloes  had  scarcely  the  ghostof  a  show,  only 
registering  ly,'  goals  against  the  St.  Louis 
Club's  II  earned. 

The  tournament  which  opened  on  the  grounds 
of  the  Rockaway  Hunt  Club  at  Cedarhurst,  L.L, 
July  5th,  and  which  was  in  progress  at  the  time 
Outing  went  to  press  for  this  issue,  proved  re- 
markable in  many  respects.  Some  of  the  best 
of  the  younger  players  were  brought  to  the 
front,  several  erstwhile  zero  poloists  recently 
elevated  in  the  handicap  lists  demonstrating 
surprising  ability,  and  a  marked  improvement 
in  the  qualities  of  the  ponies  used  being 
also  noticeable.  The  system  of  handicapping 
seemed  to  have  gauged  the  playing  powers  of 
the  enthusiasts  very  closely,  and  so  the  games 
could  be  followed  more  as  an  exact  science  than 
as  merel}^  "  shinny  on  horseback,"  as  novice 
games  were  wont  to  be  described. 

The  tactics  of  the  players  from  Philadelphia 
were  a  revelation  to  the  teams  they  met  in  the 
contests  for  the  Blizzard  trophies,  namely,  the 
Meadowbrooks,  the  second  Rockaways  and  the 
Staten  Islanders.  On  the  Quaker  team  were 
Messrs.  W.  Carter,  C.  N.  Welch,  C.  B.  Zeilin 
and  A.  E.  Kennedj-,  total  handicap  9.  They 
played  together  throughout  as  one  individual, 
the  captain's  commands  being  rigidly  carried 
out,  and  at  no  time  was  a  member  of  the  team 
found  out  of  his  position.  Kennedy, Welch  and 
Zeilin  piled  up  the  score,  following  each  other's 
drives  and  leads  persistently,  and  Carter  at- 
tended without  stint  to  the  daring  business  of 
riding-off  opponents.  As  a  clever  "interferer" 
he  is  the  most  relentless  seen  out  this  year  and 
aided  his  team  wonderfully.  Kennedy  and 
Welch  ride  centaur  fashion,  "  tip  "  easily  from 
either  off  or  near  side,  drive  always  from  the 
shoulder  and  are  ever  ready  for  a  quick  return 
to  place.  Zeilin,  who  is  small  in  comparison 
with  his  taller  fellows,  is  a  regular  spitfire  and 
"  runs  up "  in  magnificent  style.  They  all 
adopt  a  somewhat  short  stirrup,  which,  while 
perhaps  aiding   them  in  the  drive,   seemed  to 


operate  against  their  easy  recovery  when  col- 
lided with  and  the  drawing  up  of  their  ponies 
suddenly  when  moving  ali  racing  speed.  Their 
first  battle  was  with  the  Rockaways,  July 
6th,  who  allowed  them  one  goal  by  difference 
in  handicap,  and  were  beaten  by  5'/^,  the  sum- 
mary showing  Philadelphia  ii_^  and  the  Rock- 
aways 6  goals.  On  the  latter  team,  the  youth 
Ren6  La  Montaigne,  Jr.,  especially  distin- 
guished himself,  his  indomitable  pluck  and 
marvelous  dexterity  gaining  him  many  friends. 
F.  Dwight  Porter,  who  played  "forward  "  very 
well  indeed,  put  the  ball  between  the  enemy's 
uprights  twice  for  his  side,  J.  Dallett,  Jr.,  bear- 
ing the  brunt  of  the  battle,  Geo.  L,  Myers  at 
"  back  "  being  heard  from  only  once. 

The  Staten  Islanders,  Messrs.  Morton  Smith, 
C.  H.  Robbins,  J.  C.  Wilmerding  and  S.  N. 
Sidenberg,  the  first  two  increased  a  doublet 
from  the  zero  mark  this  season,  and  the  third 
elevated  one  degree  from  cipher,  gave  the 
Philadelphians  almost  their  Waterloo,  and  cer- 
tainly put  up  a  grand  fight,  so  much  so,  in- 
deed, that  the  Quakers  are,  I  believe,  still  in 
doubt  as  to  whether  they  were  up  against  nov- 
ices or  old  birds  in  that  memorable  contest. 
Smith  was  overzealous,  and  did  much  harder 
work  than  he  should  have  done,  but  he  is  cap- 
tain of  the  team  and  one  of  the  founders  of  his- 
club,  and  so  is  rather  deserving  of  commenda- 
tion than  criticism  for  his  efforts.  Wilmerding 
was  everywhere,  and  rode  after  the  manner  of 
a  Munnipooree,  playing  No.  2  in  grand  form 
and  not  turning  a  hair  at  the  finish.  Sidenberg, 
poor  chap,  did  not  have  a  chance  to  exhibit  his- 
skill,  except  in  the  matter  of  shoving  shoulders 
against  his  Nemesis,  the  redoubtable  Carter, 
who  singled  him  out  for  vengeance  from  the 
start  and  kept  hammering  at  him  right  through 
the  four  periods.  The  Philadelphians,  of  course, 
allowed  the  young  gentlemen  from  the  Bor- 
ough of  Richmond  4  goals  on  handicap,  and 
showed  83^  goals  as  a  total  against  their  op- 
ponents' 7. 

In  the  finals  for  the  Blizzard  Cups,  July  nth, 
the  gentlemen  from  Pennsylvania  had  matters 
all  their  own  way  during  the  last  two  periods, 
their  opponents,  the  second  Meadowbrooks, 
comprising  Messrs.  A.  C.  Bostwick,  J.  B.  Eus- 
tis,  Jr.,  J.  Appleton  and  C.  A.  Stevens,  who- 
were  equally  handicapped,  making  only  53^ 
goals  against  their  13. 

This  Meadowbrook  team  had,  by  the  way, 
met  and  defeated  the  second  Westchester  team 
for  these  trophies  in  the  initial  contest  of  the 
tournament  on  July  5th,  on  which  occasion  the 
Reynal  brothers,  N.  C.  and  Eugene,  made  most 
of  the  play  for  their  side,  piling  up,  between 
them,  five  of  the  goals  struck.  This  game  is 
worthy  of  notice  for  several  reasons.  In  the 
first  place  the  Westchester  team  was,  in  part,  a 
scratch  one.  It  was  made  up  as  follows  :  Al- 
exander Keogh,  at  No  i,  his  first  appearance 
in  a  match  game  ;  the  Reynal  brothers,  respect- 
ively Nos.  2  and  3,  and  F.  H.  Allen,  who  should 
have  played  "forward"  but  "backed"  the  team, 
owing  to  Mr.  Charles  S.  Bates  not  turning  up 
to  take  that  position,  he  making  the  excuse, 
first,  that  his  ponies  were  sick,  and  second,  that 
his  riding  togs  were  not  get-at-able,  all  of  which 
caused  him  to  be  voted  a  poor  sportsman  by 
the  other  members  of  the  team.  In  the  next 
place,  the  game  was  a  continuous  "  dribble  " 


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519 


during  the  early  period  and  bad  misses  were 
the  rule  rather  than  the  exception.  To  cap  the 
climax  came  an  accident  to  Eugene  Reynal,  he 
being  unhorsed  in  the  third  period,  just  as  his 
play  was  getting  really  brilliant.  He  sustained 
a  sprained  wrist,  which  necessitated  his  retire- 
ment from  the  game.  The  injury  was  not  very 
serious,  however,  and  it  is  hoped  the  plucky 
boy  will  soon  be  all  right  again.  It  was  in  con- 
sequence of  this  accident  that  one  of  the  most 
sportsmanlike  incidents  of  the  season  occurred, 
which  should  not  pass  unnoticed.  The  veteran 
huntsman,  Mr.  P.  F.  Collier,  who  is  a  member 
of  the  Southampton  Polo  Club,  and  who  was 
one  of  the  spectators  at  this  game,  promptly 
•  offered  to  substitute  the  injured  player  in  order 
that  the  game  should  continue  to  a  finish.  On 
his  offer  being  accepted,  he  instantly  divested 
himself  of  coat  and  vest,  and  in  white  shirt, 
long  trousers  and  his  walking  boots,  jumped 
astride  of  the  first  pony  handy,  and  in  a  twink- 
ling was  facing  the  referee  in  center  field,  the 
delighted  audience  fairly  rising  at  him  and  ap- 
plauding his  pluck  to  the  echo.  And  the  old 
gentleman  showed  the  youngsters  a  trick  or 
two  the  moment  the  ball  was  thrown  in,  for  he 
caught  it  on  his  mallet  and  then  put  up  a  race 
down  the  boundary  line  that  took  the  breath 
out  of  his  opponent.  All  these  changes  and 
incidents,  of  course,  worked  to  the  advantage  of 
the  Meadowbrook  team,  and  their  score  at  the 
close  was  13)^  against  6}^  shown  by  the  West- 
chesters. 

*  *  * 

The  reports  of  important  games  given  last 
year  received  at  the  hands  of  ordinary  publi- 
cations scant  and  fragmentary  notice.  To 
ensure  the  perpetuation  of  a  complete  record 
(and  to  make  this  year's  record  the  more  com- 
prehensible for  comparisons)  we  have  been  re- 
quested to  premise  this  season's  story  with  a 
complete  synopsis  of  last  years  play  of  the 
Polo  Association,  from  June  29th  onward. 

The  teams  competing  in  the  several  events, 
their  scores,  and  the  dates  on  which  they  played, 
follow  : 

1897. 

MEADOWBROOK  CUPS. 
June  29 — Westbury,  L.  I.,  Philadelphia,  17  ;  Rockaway, 
10. 
"      30 — Westbury,  L.  I.,  Rockaway,  2d,  10  ;  Meadow- 
brook   2d,  8. 
"      30 — Westbury,  L.  I.,  Dedham,  8  ;  Westchester,  7. 
July     I — Westbury,  L.  1.,  Devon,  13  ;  Philadelphia,  6. 
"       2 — Westbury,  L.  I.,  Dedham,  14  ;  Rockaway,  2d, 

13- 
"       3— Westbury,  L.  I.,  Devon,  20  ;  Dedham,  6. 

BLIZZARD  CUPS. 
July    5— Cedarhurst,   L.    I.,  Esse.K,  i3  ;  Staten  Island, 

"       9— Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Philadelphia,  8  ;  Essex,  7^^. 
CEDARHURST  CHALLENGE  CUP. 
July    8— Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Westchester,  9  ;  Rockaway, 
2d,  8. 
12— Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Rockaway,  ist,  8;  Meadow- 
brook,  ist,  6. 
13— Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Philadelphia,  175^;  Meadow- 
brook,  2d.  8. 
14 — Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Westchester,  15^  ;  Rocka- 
way, ist,  5. 
15— Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Devon,  8  ;  Philadelphia,  4. 
17 — Cedarhurst,  L.  I., Westchester,  gj^;  Devon,  gi^. 

BENJAMIN   F.   NICOLL  CUPS. 
July  19 — Westbury,  L.  I.,  Rockaway,  1st,  9  ;  Meadow- 
brook.  1st.  3. 
""      24 — Cedarhurst,  L.  I.,  Rockaway,  ist,  12;  Meadow- 
brook,  ist,  3. 


SPECIAL  PRIZES. 

July  21— -Westchester,  N.  Y.,  Devon,  ^Y^  ;   Westchester, 

DEDHAM   CUPS. 
July  21— Dedham,  Mass.,  Myopia,    ist,  15^  ;  Dedham, 

iSt,    II. 

"      24— Dedham,  Mass.,  Myopia,  ist,  16  ;  Myopia,  2d, 
'5- 

MYOPIA   CUPS. 

July  26— Hamilton,    Mass.,  Myopia,  ist,  22%  ;  Myopia, 
2d,  17. 
"      30— Hamilton,   Mass.,   Myopia,  ist,    15;  Dedham, 

LADIES'  CUP. 

July  30— Cedarhurst,    L.    I.,    White    Team,    11  ;    Blue 
Team,  3. 

SPECIAL  PRIZES. 

July  31— Westbury,  L.  I.,  White  Team,  8 ;  Blue  Team,  5. 

NARRAGANSETT  CUPS. 

Aug.     2— Narragansett,  R.  I.,  Myopia,  2d,  12  ;  Buffalo,  5. 
"        3— Varragansett,  R.  1.,  Rockaway,  2d,  13;  Point 
Judith,  i%. 
7 — Narragansett,    R.  I.,  Rockaway,   2d,   5  ;   My- 
opia, 2d,  2. 

RHODE   ISLAND   CUPS. 

Aug.    4 — Narragansett,  R.  I.,  Myopia,  7^  ;  Essex,  ^. 
"        9— Narragansett,   R.   I.,   Buffalo,  ^%  ;  Point   Ju- 
dith, 2. 
"      II— Narragansett,   R.  I.,  Myopia,  2d,  g  ;  Buffalo, 

SUBSCRIPTION   CUPS. 

Aug.    7  -Westbury,  L.  I.,  Blue  Team,  12  ;  Red  Team,  7. 

POINT  JUDITH    CHALLENGE  CUP. 

Aug.  10— Narragansett,  R.    I.,  Meadowbrook,  ist,  ^'%,  ; 
Myopia,  ist,  5^4^. 

NEWPORT  CUPS. 

Aug.  21 — Newport,  R.  I.,  Meadowbrook,  13  :  Rockaway, 
2d,  7. 

BUFFALO   C.   C.   CUPS. 

Aug.  26— Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Buffalo,  ist,  ig  ;  Onwentsia,  3. 
Sept.   2— Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Buffalo,  ist,  9V2  ;  Buffalo,  2d,  9. 

BUFFALO   CHALLENGE  CUP. 

Aug.  28— Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  Onwentsia,  8  ;  Bulialo,  2d,  65^. 
"      30— Buffalo,  N.Y.,  Buffalo,  ist,  15  ;  Onwentsia,  9^. 

WESTCHESTER  CUPS. 

Aug.  14 — Newport,  R-  I.,  Westchester,   854  ;  Myopia,  5. 
Sept.  11 — Westbury.  L.  I.,  Meadowbrook,  ii^/j;  ;    West- 
chester, 8^. 

POLO    CHAMPIONSHIP. 

Sept.  18 — Prospect  Park, Westchester,  63^;  Rockaway,  5. 
"      2i — Prospect  Park,  Meadowbrook,  12  ;  Westches- 
ter, 4^. 

BROOKLYN   R.    AND  D.  CUPS. 

Sept.  27 — Prospect  Park,  Myopia,  8;  Meadowbrook,  2d, 
1%. 
"      30— Prospect  Park,  Myopia,  2d,  17  ;  Southampton, 

189S. 

The  officers  and  Governing  Committee  elected 
by  the  Polo  Association  for  the  year  are'as  fol- 
lows :  H.  L.  Herbert,  Chairman  ;  W.  A.  Haz- 
ard, Secretary  ;  R.  L.  Agassiz,  Oliver  W.  Bird, 
Thomas  Hitchcock,  Jr.,  John  C.  Groome, 

Mr.  E.  C.  Potter,  who  held  the  office  of  Sec- 
retary last  year,  declined  the  honor  on  being  re- 
elected at  the  initial  meeting  of  the  Board,  and 
it  was  therefore  necessary  to  put  the  matter 
again  to  the  vote,  the  choice  falling  upon  Mr. 
Hazard,  who  was  prevailed  upon  to  undertake 
the  arduous  duties  of  the  position. 

A.   H.  Godfrey. 


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ROWING. 


UNIVERSITY    BOAT    RACING,    1898. 

THAT  which  happened  at  Saratoga  on 
July  the  second  furnishes  several  texts, 
from  which  I  shall  select  the  following: 
"The  race  is  not  to  the  swift,  nor  the 
battle  to  the  strong  *  *  *  nor  yet 
favored  to  men  of  skill,  but  time  and  chance 
happeneth  to  them  all." 

It  cannot  be  doubted  by  any  reasonable  man 
that  the  Cornell  crew  of  1898  was  far  and  away 
faster  and  better  than  any  of  its  rivals,  under 
normal  conditions.  But  it  essayed  too  much, 
misled,  perhaps,  by  the  ease  with  which  it  ac- 
complished a  like  task  in  1897.  In  the  latter 
year,  however,  it  had  only  one  railroad  journey 
after  leaving  Ithaca,  and  it  remained  in  one 
place  for  the  two  races.  This  year  the  crew 
had  to  travel  first  to  New  London  for  the  great 
race  of  the  year,  and  then,  without  a  chance  to 
recuperate,  to  Saratoga,  to  do  battle  in  the  sec- 
ondary contest  of  the  season.  The  Cornell 
crew  was,  however,  such  a  wonderful  aggrega- 
tion that  most  people  expected  it  to  withstand 
the  strain.  It  failed  in  the  race  about  which, 
perhaps,  it  cared  the  least,  and  its  famous 
stroke  sat  for  the  first  time  in  a  losing  boat. 

The  story  of  the  races  has  been  told  many 
times  already,  with  varying  accuracy.  It  is 
my  intention  simply  to  sum  up  the  events  of 
the  year,  and  to  point  to  what  seems  to  be  the 
important  lesson* to  be  derived  therefrom.  But 
so  far  as  the  chief  race,  that  at  New  London,  is 
concerned,  it  may  not  be  amiss  to  describe 
briefly  its  most  noticeable  features. 

From  the  word  "  Go  !'  Harvard  was  out- 
rowed  and  outclassed,  Yale  made  a  gallant 
struggle  for  the  first  two  miles,  although 
beaten  at  the  mile.  Cornell  rowed  as  perfectly 
as  any;  crew  ever  rowed.  Her  stroke  oar,  F. 
A.  Briggs,  showed  again  the  same  splendid 
generalship  as  in  1897.  He  never  once  hurried 
his  crew  or  lost  control  over  them.  They  re- 
sponded to  every  effort  he  called  for,. and  he 
never  oncecalledfor  an  unnecessary  effort.  In 
a  crew  that  rowed  in  such  perfect  unison,  it 
would  be  invidious  to  pick  out  individuals. 
They  all  rowed  beautifully,  with  a  precision 
that  spoke  impressively  of  the  thoroughness 
and  care  with  which  they  had  been  coached.  I 
never  saw  a  crew  better  together,  nor  one  that 
caught  the  water  more  firmly.    The  oars  moved 


as  if  welded  in  one  piece;  the  shoulders  went 
back  with  a  really  beautiful  heave,  in  exact  uni- 
son. What  mattered  it  that  the  sons  of  Eli 
were  individually  more  powerful  ?  The  greater 
smoothness  and  ease  of  the  lighter  men  from 
Ithaca  drove  home  the  last  nail  into  the  coffin 
of  the  famous  theory  that  a  four-mile  crew 
must  be  composed  of  heavyweights.  Twice 
has  a  light  Cornell  crew  defeated  with  ease  a 
heavy  Yale  crew.  That  should  be  enough  to 
teach  the  lesson  that  so  long  as  a  man  has  stain- 
ina,  strength  and  ability  to  appreciate  time 
and  swing,  he  is  quite  as  capable  of  becoming  a 
good  and  effective  oarsman  as  a  heavier  man. 
Weight  is  not  altogether  undesirable,  but  it  is 
easy  to  put  too  much  reliance  upon  "beef" 
alone,  and  very  easy  to  pass  the  "  too  heavy  " 
mark  in  one's  search  for  brawn  and  muscle. 

Yale  rowed  well  but  the  power  of  her  oars- 
men was  not  applied  to  the  best  advantage. 
They  did  not  make  every  ounce  count  as  did 
their  Ithacan  rivals.  Harvard  rowed  raggedly 
and  with  comparatively  little  power.  Her 
material,  with  a  few  exceptions — notably  her 
captain,  J.  H.  Perkins — was  inferior.  The 
steering  done  by  her  coxswain  was  abominable, 
particularly  in  the  last  two  miles.  Colson,  on 
the  other  hand,  steered  a  perfect  course, 
straight  as  a  die. 

Of  the  race  between  the  Cornell,  Yale,  and 
Harvard  freshmen,  it  is  enough  to  say  that 
Harvard  ought  to  have  won.  Had  their  effort 
been  made  a  few  seconds  earlier,  the  long- 
hoped-for  victory  for  a  Harvard  crew  would 
have  been  realized.  There  is  decided  en- 
couragement for  the  wearers  of  the  crimson  in 
the  fact  that  a  Harvard  crew  has  demon- 
strated that  it  is  possible  to  win.  Perhaps 
another  year  the  possibility  will  become  aa 
actuality — but  only  if  the  system  organized  by 
Mr.  Lehmann  is  adhered  to  and  perfected. 

Of  the  races  at  Saratoga,  enough  has  already 
been  said  about  Cornell's  failure.  Yet  it  would 
be  ungracious  not  to  accord  praise  to  Pennsyl- 
vania for  her  victory,  however  much  one  may 
be  inclined  to  believe  it  a  fluke. 

After  years  of  trying,  Ellis  Ward  has  turned 
out  a  winning  crew — one  that  did  not  sink,  or 
break  a  slide,  or  undergo  some  other  accident. 

Columbia  was  unfortunate  in  not  being  able 
to  have  competent  coaching  throughout  all  the 
season.  Mr.  Cowles  could  not  give  sufficient 
time  to  the  crew.  Its  rowing  in  the  Harlem 
regatta  showed  its  greatest  need  to  be  coaching 
that  would  lengthen  out  the  stroke  and  bring 
about  a  firmer  catch  on  the  water. 

Wisconsin  seems  to  be  still  laboring  in  the 
darkness  that  precedes  the  adoption  of  a  settled 
and  rational  system  of  rowing.  The  importa- 
tion of  the  "  Yara  Yara  stroke"  has  accom- 
plished one  purpose  in  showing  that  there  is 
but  one  right  way  of  rowing,  the  way  that 
Cornell,  Yale,  Harvard  and  Columbia  have  at 
length  adopted. 

I  do  not  consider  that  the  University  of 
Pennsylvania's  victory  over  Cornell  proves 
anything  except  that  it  is  a  mistake  to  attempt 
two  hard  races  at  different  points  within  ten 
days  of  each  other. 

And  now  let  us  take  a  general  view  of  the 
season's  lessons. 


ROWING. 


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The  thing  which  stands  out  most  conspicu- 
ously is  the  successful  development  of  the  Cor- 
nell 'varsity  crew  upon  Courtney's  new  and 
praiseworthy  lines.  He  merits  all  possible 
praise,  and  should  be  the  last  to  object  to  the 
palpable  fact  of  change  in  his  "  stroke,"  as  the 
very  facts  of  the  change  and  its  success  consti- 
tute one  of  his  most  meritorious  achievements. 

The  three  leading  crews  rowed  in  the  same 
style.  There  were  differences  in  detail,  such  as 
that  the  Yale  and  Cornell  crews  swung  further 
back  than  Harvard;  Cornell  emphasized  the  first 
part  of  the  recover,  making  it  a  little  more  rapid 
than  the  end  ;  the  other  crews  recovered  evenly. 
Cornells  hands  were  not  rowed  "  home"  onto 
the  chests.  But  in  the  essential  or  fundamental 
principles  of  the  "stroke  "  there  was  no  per- 
ceptible difference. 

The  Harvard  men  were  rigged  differently 
from  either  Yale  or  Cornell,  being  seated  on 
alternate  sides  of  the  keel.  I  feel  sure  that  this 
gave  them  the  appearance  of  swinging  across 
the  keel  which  some  oarsmen  charged  against 
them,  but  which  I  was  unable  to  perceive,  al- 
though I  followed  the  crew  before  and  during 
the  race.  The  Harvard  crew  discarded  swivel 
oar-locks  and  used  the  old-fashioned  thole-pins. 
I  do  not  consider  that  either  of  these  differences 
affected  the  result  in  the  slightest  degree.  The 
old-fashioned  thole-pins  possibly  make  it  easier 
for  the  oarsmen  to  hear  the  click  of  the  oars 
and  get  the  ' '  beat. " 

This  assimilation  of  "strokes"  or  style  is 
most  fortunate.  There  can  be  but  one  right 
way  of  rowing,  and  it  is  most  natural  to  assume 
that  the  style  evolved  out  of  nearly  seventy 
years  of  racing  would  be  that  right  one.  That 
improvements  in  detail  may  be  possible  no  one 
can  deny.  Yet  the  fundamental  principles  of 
correct  rowing  must  always  remain  unaltered. 
Our  leading  crews  have  now  come  to  an  agree- 
ment as  to  these.  Contests  between  "  strokes  " 
are  ridiculous.  We  do  not  care  for  the  vindica- 
tion of  theories  or  fads.  There  is  enough  of  that 
sort  of  thing  in  science  and  politics.  In  our 
sports  we  want  contests  between  men  coached 
as  nearly  as  may  be  upon  identical  principles, 
so  that  they  may  indeed  be  contests  between 
men  and  not  ideas.  Henceforth,  in  rowing  we 
shall  probably  enjoy  such  conditions.  A  few 
editorial  writers  in  the  daily  press  had  the  bad 
taste  and  ignorance  to  declaim  upon  the  victory 
of  the  alleged  distinctively  "American  stroke." 
They  apparently  ignored  the  result  of  the  fresh- 
men race,  in  which  Cornell  was  last,  and  the 
crew  which  would  probably  be  said  by  these 
distingaished  experts  to  be  most  "  English  " 
came  near  winning  and  proved  to  be  the  fast- 
est. It  is  to  ignore  the  most  fortunate  circum- 
stance to  blind  one's  eyes  to  this  assimilation 
of  style.  The  very  best  interests  of  sport  will 
be  subserved  by  this  accomplished  fact. 

Another  fortunate  event  of  the  season,  so  far 
as  the  three  leading  crews  are  concerned,  was 
the  good  feeling  shown  between  the  rival  oars- 
men and  the  utter  absence  of  secrecy.  Substi- 
tutes behaved  themselves  like  gentlemen,  not 
like  spies.  The  crews  rowed  freely  in  the  pres- 
ence of  each  other.  There  was  no  rowing  in 
the  dark,  or,  at  any  rate,  but  little  of  it.  The 
coaches  followed  the  crews  of  their  rivals  in  the 
latter's  launches,  an  almost  unheard-of  thing 
hitherto.     And  the  most  impressive  illustration 


of  this  era  of  sportsmanlike  feeling  was  the 
visit  of  the  Cornell  crew  to  the  Harvard  quarters 
on  the  day  fixed  for  the  race  during  the  heavy 
shower.  A  few  years  ago  Courtney  would  no 
more  have  dreamt  of  housing  his  shell  in  Har- 
vard's boat  house  than  of  taking  her  to  the 
moon.  Yet  not  only  was  this  done,  but  the 
crew  lunched  at  Red  Top  after  the  first  post- 
ponement of  the  race,  and  the  rival  crews,  on 
the  day  of  the  battle,  swapped  stories. 

These  two  things — assimilation  of  style  and 
abandonment  of  secrecy — have  long  been 
desired  by  those  who  wished  to  see  amateur 
sport  conducted  on  right  lines.  Together  they 
mark  the  beginning  of  better  things,  the  day 
when  sport  will  be  conducted  for  its  own  sake — 
as  if  it  were  sport,  not  business.  Rowing  will 
part  company  with  professional  ideas,  and 
gentlemen  will  feel  at  home  when  takmg  active 
interest  in  it.  The  old  days,  when  rivals  were 
regarded  with  dread  suspicion  and  unreasoning 
antipathy,  will  no  longer  mar  the  ennobling 
sport.  Rivals  will  no  longer  be  looked  upon  as 
enemies,  but  rather  as  good  fellows  who  will 
give  us  a  rattling  race.  Victory  will  always  be 
desirable  and  pleasant,  but  by  no  means  the 
chief  end.  We  shall  clasp  one  another's  hands 
at  the  finish  line,  and  wish  the  losers  better 
luck  next  time.  Boat  races  will  be  contests  be- 
tween generous  friends,  each  striving  mightily 
to  win,  but  neither  feeling  bitter  over  defeat. 
It  seems  to  me  that  sportsmanship  is  the  end 
of  all  these  contests,  the  thing  which  makes  us 
ever  ready  to  acknowledge  a  good  deed  and  a 
good  man  wherever  and  however  we  find  them. 
Bitter  a  pill  as  defeat  is,  it  is  not  half  so  bad  for 
us  as  a  victory  which  leaves  no  regret  for  the 
plucky  fellows  who  rowed  us  to  a  standstill. 

If  I  am  right  in  assuming  that  the  two  fea- 
tures I  have  alluded  to  furnish  the  important 
lessons  of  the  year,  to  what  shall  we  give  the 
credit  for  them  ?  It  seems  to  me  that  Cornell's 
and  Yale's  visits  to  Henley  in  1895  and  1896, 
respectively,  started  the  change.  It  was  the 
free-and-easy  methods  of  training  there, 
the  friendly  intermingling  of  rival  oarsmen 
before  and  after  racing,  the  atmosphere  of 
sportsmanship  that  pervades  the  place,  owing, 
perhaps,  to  the  fact  that  the  lamp  of  the  best 
ideas  in  amateur  sport  has  always  hung  high 
there — these  things  showed  how  enjoyable  the 
sport  might  be  with  us  if  the  same  way  of 
conducting  it  were  to  be  adopted  by  us.  Our 
men  were  all  right,  and  their  hearts  were  in 
the  right  place,  and  in  being  secret  in  their 
ways  of  training  and  in  experimenting  with 
this,  that  or  the  other  "  stroke,"  they  were 
only  undergoing  the  experience  that  English 
oarsmen  had  to  go  through  before  the  folly  and 
uselessness  of  such  ways  became  apparent. 
That  they  were  sportsmen  at  heart,  no  one 
ever  had  reason  to  doubt. 

Perhaps,  however,  the  chief  cause  for  the 
better  era  was  the  visit  of  Mr.  Rudolf  C.  Leh- 
inann  His  pupils  were  twice  beaten  by  both 
Cornell  and  Yale.  Yet  his  ideas  have  won.  I 
know  of  no  higher  compliment  to  him,  nor  any 
truer  summing  up  of  what  he  has  done  by  his 
unselfish  sportsmanship  in  taking  hold  of  the 
forlorn  hope  of  turning  out  a  winning  Harvard 
crew,  than  this,  from  Lif'e :  "Perhaps  the 
instruction  that  Mr.  Lehmann  has  given  at 
Harvard  may  yet  bear  fruit  there  in  boating 


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victories,  but  whether  it  does  or  not,  all  in- 
tercollegiate boating  is  the  better  for  his  la- 
bors here,  and  has  profited  by  his  sportsman- 
like ideas  and  methods."  That  tells  the  whole 
story  and  leaves  nothing  to  be  said. 

The  gravest  danger  that  I  can  see  for  the 
future  is  that  the  two  defeats  of  Yale  and  Har- 
vard may  set  qicid}mncs  to  theorizing  again 
about  "  strokes,"  and  cause  the  "  stroke"  that 
won  for  Cornell  to  be  condemned  at  New 
Haven  and  Cambridge.  Pennsylvania's  for- 
tuitous victory  over  Cornell  will  be  the  hardest 
blow  ever  struck  at  amateur  rowing  if  some 
deluded  mortal  is  allowed  to  extol  professional 
ideas  of  rowing  sufficiently  to  induce  the  gen- 
eral employment  of  professionals. 

We  say  this  for  sport's  sake  and  not  in  any 
spirit  of  captiousness.  We  believe  professional- 
ism is  bad  for  college  sport,  or,  indeed,  any 
amateur  sport  Although  it  cannot  be  too 
often  said  that  Courtney,  among  the  profes- 
sional coaches  who  have  been  connected  with 
college  crews,  has  had  other  than  a  bad  effect 
upon  the  sport,  he  deserves  the  highest  pos- 
sible credit  for  his  bearing  under  victory  or  de- 
feat. Modest,  unassuming,  sportsmanlike,  he 
has  stuck  steadily  to  his  ideas,  and  has  not  been 
afraid  to  improve  upon  them  when  shown  bet- 
ter. Wh}'-  cannot  the  truth  of  the  latter  part  of 
the  text  with  which  I  began  be  taken  to  heart 
by  those  nervous  people  who  canno-  persuade 
themselves  or  others  to  persist  in  perfecting 
one  system  :  "  Time  and  chance  happen  to 
them  all."  Harvard  cannot  expect  to  have 
poor  material  always.  Cornell  cannot  expect 
to  have  a  Briggs  every  year.  Yale  will  have 
poor  material  some  time.  All  will  have  good 
material  and  good  fortune  some  day.  These 
races  will  not  come  to  an  end  this  or  next  year, 
or  the  year  after.  The  thing  to  do  is  to  adopt 
a  system  and  stick  steadily  to  it.  That  is  the 
secret  of  Cornell's  success  and  of  Yale's  vic- 
tories. They  each  have  changed  details,  al- 
most fundamentals,  yet  their  changes  were  only 
further  building  up  of  already  established  sys- 
tems. 

Harvard  did  not  have  a  system  until  1897. 
This  year  it  was  further  perfected.  Adhere  to 
it  by  all  means.  None  better  will  ever  be 
found.  In  the  spurt  made  by  Harvard's  fresh- 
men in  the  last  few  hundred  yards  of  their  race 
lies  Harvard's  assurance  that  her  present  sys- 
tem is  right  and  will  bear  good  fi^uit  if  given  a 
•  fair  chance.  It  may  take  an  exceptionally  good 
Harvard  crew  to  break  the  spell  of  defeat  that 
has  so  long  been  eating  the  heart  out  of  her 
men.  If  the  present  system  is  abandoned,  how- 
ever, it  will  take  years  to  develop  even  that 
crew. 

One  word  as  to  courses  :  Surely  the  almost 
numberless  postponements  at  Saratoga  must 
convince  unprejudiced  minds  that  the  lake  there 
is  not  an  ideal  course.  Poughkeepsie  furnishes 
the  straightest,  and  the  best  for  the  spectators. 
New  London,  perhaps,  furnishes  the  best  cli- 
mate, but  the  two  sharp  turns,  necessary  to 
avoid  the  eel-grass,  have  not  improved  the 
course.  It  certainly  seemed  very  natural  to  go 
to  New  London,  and  the  accommodations  there 
for  visitors  are  unquestionably  superior  to  those 
at  Poughkeepsie.  Even  so,  I  cannot  but  hope 
that  Poughkeepsie  will  yet  be  chosen  as  the 
permanent  course.  Chase  Mkllen. 


THE    INTERCOLLEGIATE    RACES. 
AT    NEW    LONDON, 

The  universit}-  eight-oared  crews  of  Cornell, 
Yale  and  Harvard  rowed  their  race  on  the 
Thames  River,  near  New  London,  Conn.,  over 
a  four-mile  course,  on  June  23.  The  water  was 
fairly  calm,  with  the  exception  of  a  few  places 
where  a  rather  stiff  breeze  had  created  a  bit  of 
a  sea.  Yale  made  the  best  start,  but  Cornell 
was  not  long  in  getting  on  equal  terms,  and  at 
the  one  mile  had  advanced  to  about  a  boat's 
length.  With  this  advantage  the  Ithacans 
gained  steadily  throughout  the  remainder  of 
the  race,  and  finished  with  four  lengths  to 
spare.  Yale  made  a  good  fight,  but  was  fairly 
outclassed,  as  was  also  Harvard.  The  times 
were:  Cornell,  231^.  38s.;  Yale,  24m.  2s.;  Har- 
vard, 24m.  35s.  All  the  crews  finished  in  first- 
class  condition. 

The  make-up  of  the  three  crews  was  as  fol- 
lows : 

CORNELL. 

Pos.                         Name.         C/ass.       ll'eig^kt.  Heig:ht.  ^ge. 

Stroke F.  A.  Brigg-s,  'q8 138  5.06  25 

7 E.  J.  Savage, '98 170  600  23 

6 R.  W.  Beardslet-    1900.. .150  5. 11  21 

5 C.  S.  Moore,  '98 169  5  lo^^  21 

4 T.  L.  Bailey, 'gg 169  6.00  20 

3   S.  W.  Wakeman, '99 168  600  22 

2 W.  Bentley, '98 160  s-n)^  21 

Bow ..  W.  C.  Dalzell, '99 160  5.11  20 

Coxswain..  .F.  D.  Colson,  P.  G 112  5.06  22 

Average  weight,  i6oi^  pounds. 


HARVARD. 

Stroke F.  Dobyans,  '98 151 

7 N.  Biddle,  1900 160 

6 J.  H.  Perkins,  '98 172 

S C.  L   Harding,  1900 163 

4. F.  L.  Higginson,  1900 164 

3 E.  Wads  worth,  '98 164 

2 J.  D.  Kernan,  1900 169 

Bow G.  S.  Derby,  M.  S 161 

Coxswain... G.  R.  Orton,  P.  G 103 

Average  weight,  163  pounds. 


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F.  W.  Allen,  igoo i8i 

I.  H.  Niedicken,  1900 170 

.    ..R.  P.  Flint,  'gg.  ,-      167 

J.  P.  Brock,  iQoo 183 

H.  P.  VVicke-s,  1900 168 

Payne  Whitney,  'gS 164 

Coxswain...!.  M.  L,  Walton,  ''gg 113 

Average  weight,  170  pounds. 


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The  freshmen's  eight-oared  race  on  the  same 
day,  over  a  two-mile  course,  proved  one  of  the 
best  races  rowed  in  years.  Harvard  got  the 
best  start;  at  the  half-mile  Cornell  went  to  the 
front ;  Yale  and  Harvard  made  such  excellent 
rowing  that  Cornell  had  a  narrow  lead  of  a 
quarter  of  a  length  at  the  mile  ;  at  the  next 
half-mile  mark  Harvard  had  a  lead  of  a  few 
feet.  Yale  then  set  a  hard  pace,  and  at  the 
mile  and  three-quarters  had  half  a  boat's  length 
t:>  the  good — a  half  boat  separated  Cornell  and 
Harvard.  In  the  last  quarter  Harvard  did 
great  work,  and  pulled  into  second  place,  but 
the  distance  would  not  permit  of  their  catching 
Yale,  who  finished  first  in  iim.  22  3-5S.  Plar 
vard's  time  was  iim.  23  1-5S.,  and  Cornell  iim. 
26s. 


ROWING. 


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The  crews  were  as  follows  : 

^■A1.I•:    FUESHME?J. 

Weight.  Height.  Age. 

Stroke,  A.  Cameron,  Jr 160  5-io54  18 

No.  7,  P.  L.  Mitciiell 160  511^  18 

No.  6,  F.  G.  Brown,    [r     190  6.3  18 

No.  5,  K.  M.  Newport,  Jr 169  5-'i/^  20 

No.  4,  H.  P.  OUcott 172  S-iiJ^  19 

No.  3,  H.  Auchincloss i68  6.1  19 

No.  2,  J.  A.  Keppleman 167  5-9)^  io 

Bow,  C.  B.  Waterman 158  5.9  19 

Co.tswain,  H.  C.  Neal 105 

H.'\RV.VKD   FRESHMKN. 

Stroke,  C.  W.  Locke 142  5.9  19 

No.  7,  j.  Lawrence,  Jr 17&  6.2  20 

No.  6,  H.  H.  Peyton  (captain) 177  6.0  20 

No.  5,  E.  P.  Lond 16S  5. 11  19 

No.  4,  R.  E.  Gilchrist 167  5- 10}^  ig 

No.  3,  L.  Endicott 150  5.9  20 

No.  2,  P.  H.  Whitney 154  5.10  19 

Bow,  H.  C.  Hawkins 143  5.9  19 

Coxswain,  R.  H.  Howe,  Jr 108  5.7^4  23 

CORNELL  KRESHMEN. 

Stroke,  C.  B.  English ^..ibo  5.9  21 

No.  7,  S.  W.  Hartley ...156  5.10  19 

No.  6,  L.  S.  Lyon  (captain) 154  S-^Vz  19 

No.  5,  A.  Ball 181  5.8  24 

No.  4,  C.  W.  Cross  163  5-io}4  ^9 

No.  3,  E.  C.  King 165  5.11  19 

No.  2,  H.  E.  Vanderhoef 154  6  20 

Bow.  C.  H.  Fay ...156  6  20 

Coxswain,  H.  Coward 103  5.4  21 

AT    SARATOGA. 

The  race  between  the  eight-oared  crews  ot 
the  Universities  of  Pennsylvania,  Cornell, 
Wisconsin  and  Columbia  was  rowed  over  a 
three-mile  course  at  Saratoga  Lake,  N.  Y.,  on 
July  2d.  The  boats  went  off  at  a  high  stroke, 
Wisconsin  soon  gaining  the  lead, which  they  re- 
tained up  to  the  first  mile.  At  the  mile-and- 
a  half  speed  began  to  tell  on  Wisconsin,  and  at 
the  two-mile  Pennsylvania  went  to  the  front 
and  were  easy  winners.  Cornell  and  Wiscon- 
sin rowed  a  line  race  for  second  place,  the  latter 
finishing  less  than  a  boat's  length  beliind. 
Pennsylvania  and  Wisconsin  finished  fresh, 
but  Cornell  and  Columbia  showed  the  effects  of 
the  race.  The  times  were  :  Pennsylvania,  15m. 
SiJ^s.  ;  Cornell,  i6m.  6s.  ;  Wisconsin,  i6m.  los.; 
Columbia,  16m.  21s. 

The  crews  rowed  as  follows  : 

PENNSYLVANIA. 

Age. Height.  Weight. 

Bow,  Arthur  H.  Phckwir 19  5.103^  161 

2.  J.  Herbert  Hall 21  5.9^  160 

3.  Leon  G.  Buckwalter 21  5. 11  161 

4.  James  B.  Snover 22  5. 11  170 

5.  Lester  Kintzing ly  5.10  154 

6.  John  N.  Busch 22  6  165 

7.  S.  Merrill  Weeks 23  5.11  165 

Stroke.  John  P.  Gardiner 21  5.9^  153 

Coxswain,  J.  S.  Wise 21  5.3  102 

CORNELL. 

Bow,  W.  C    Dalzell 20  5.11  160 

2.  W.  Bentley. .    ..    21  5.11J4  160 

3.  S.  W.   Wakeman 22  6  168 

4.  T.  L.  Bailey 20  6  169 

5.  C.  S.  Moore 21  5.10^  169 

6.  R.  W  Beardsley 21  5. 11  150 

7.  E.  J.  Savage 23  6  170 

Stroke,  F.  A.  Briggs 2s  5.6  138 

Coxswain,  E.  D.  Colson  . . 22  5.6  112 

WL'^CONSUV. 

Bow,  R.  T.  Lonemann 21  5.9  150 

2.  L.  A.  V/illiams 20  5.9  150 

3.  F.  H.  Crosby 20  5.10  152 

4.  M.  E.  Seymour 22  5.8  154 

5.  A,  A.  Chamberlain 23  5.10  164 

6.  C.  C.  McConville 23  5.10  156 

7.  A.  R.  Anderson 20  5.11  174 

Stroke,  W.  C.  Sutherland ig  5.9  155 

Coxswain,  J.  Dillon 19  5,3  106 


COLUMBIA. 

Age. Height.  Weight. 
Bow,  A.  (J.  Betts 22      d.oVo,  164 

2.  C.  H.  Machen 21      58  153 

3.  H.  H.  Oddie 21      6  169 

4.  P.  V.  Jones 20      5.10  163 

5.  B.  P.  Shattuck 20      6  120 

6.  J.  W.  Mackay 21       5.11  i6g 

7.  O.  W.  Erdol 20      6  165 

Stroke,  B.  B.  Tilt 20      5.ii5<        isg 

Coxswain,  M.  E.  Bogue 17      5.3^  i°2 

In  the  freshmen's  eight-oared  race,  rowed 
over  a  two-mile  course,  Wisconsin  was  not 
represented. 

The  crews  got  away  fairly  well,  and  at  the 
quarter  Cornell  led  by  about  five  yards,  with 
Columbia  and  Pennsylvania  close  together  ;  at 
the  half  the  boats  were  in  the  same  positions;  at 
the  mile  Columbia  had  gone  to  second  place; 
at  the  mile-and-a-half  Cornell  led  by  two 
lengths.  The  race  was  from  here  on  for  second 
place.  Columbia  kept  up  the  slight  lead  they 
had  gained,  and  managed  to  get  second  by 
about  a  quarter  boat's  length.  The  times 
were  :  Cornell,  lom.  57  3-5S.  ;  Columbia,  iim. 
12s   ;  Pennsjdvania,  iim.  13s. 

The  freshmen  crews  rowed  in  the  following 
order  : 

CORNELL. 

Age. Height.  Weight. 

Bow,  C.  H.  Fay 20  6  156 

2.  H.  E.  Vanderhoef 20  6  154 

3.  E.  X.  King 19  5. II  165 

4.  C.  A.  Tryon 18  5.81.^  150 

5.  A.  Ball 24  5.8  181 

6.  L.  S.  Lyon  (capt.) rg  5.9!^  154 

7.  S.  W.  Hartley ig  5. 10  156 

Stroke,  C.  B.  English 21  5.9  160 

Coxswain,  N.Ritchie 18  5.3  104 

COLUMBIA. 

Bow,  B.  M.  Falconer 18  5.11I4  i52ir^ 

2.  W.  E.  Mitchell 18  5.9}^  153 

3.  A.  M.  Henderson  (capt.) 20  5. 11  157 

4.  W.  A.  Stevenson 19  sgJi  161 

5.  C.  S.  Meyer 18  s-n}/^  i68J^ 

6.  L.  F.  Laprince 21  6.1  i73/4 

7.  S.  P.  Nash 18  5.10^  177 

8.  A.  N.  Lawrence 19  S-ioJ^  146 

Coxswain,  Paul  Fuller,  Jr 17  5.4'/^  117 

PENNSYLVANIA, 

Bow,  C.  W.  Churchman 21  5.ii}4  I^7 

2.  C.  W.  Close 20  s-ioj^  143 

,,  B.  H.Le  Boutillier 18  6  158 

4.  F.  B.  Stem 18  5. 11  154 

5.  S.  Crowther,  Jr 18  s-n^  150 

6.  R.  F.  Carbutt 19  6  157 

7.  C.  H.  Watson 19  s-ir}^  160 

8.  W.  R.  Howe  1 19  6.1  155 

Coxswain,  W.  L    Sheppard 18  5.5  no 

The  annual  regatta  of  the  Metropolitan  Row- 
ing Association  was  held  at  Boston,  on  the 
Charles  River,  June  17th.  The  Weld  Boat 
Club,  of  Harvard  Universit3^  took  the  lion's 
share  of  firsts.  The  feature  of  the  day's  row- 
ing was  the  "schoolboys,"  under  the  name  of 
"  B.  A  A.  Interscholastics,"  who,  though  they 
did  not  win,  gave  the  crew  of  the  Weld  Club 
all  they  could  do  to  keep  ahead  in  the  junior 
eight-oared  race,  and  finished  only  three-quar- 
ters of  a  length  behind  them. 

A  summary  of  the  events  follows  : 
Novice  Single  Sculls— Won  by  S.  West,  Milistream 

Junior  Single  Sculls— Won  by  F.  W.  Blatchford,  Weld 
B.  C. 

Senior  Single  Sculls- Won  by  C.  Blaikie,  Weld  B.  C. 

Junior  Four-oared  Shells— Won  by  Weld  B.  C. 

Junior  Eight  Oars— Won  by  Weld  B.  C. 

Intermediate  Single  Sculls— Won  by  P.  Nicols,  Weld 
B.  C. 

Intermediate  Eight  oared— Won  by  Clark's  Weld 
B.  C.  crew. 

Senior  Eight-oared— Won  by  Weld  B.  C.  crew. 

Vigilant. 


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OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


THE    OUANANICHE. 


YACHTING. 


IT  seems  to  oe  reasonably  cettain  that  there 
will  be  a  British  challenge   for  the  Amer- 
icans Cup   in  time  for  a  race   next  year. 
Details  are  as  yet  lacking,  but  some  of  our 
leading    yachtsmen,     while     withholding 
their  sources  of  information,  say  there  is  little 
doubt  of  the   sending  and  acceptance  of  the 
challenge. 

Broad-minded  sportsmen  in  both  countries 
have  been  conducting  certain  unofficial  diplo- 
matic negotiations  with  a  view  of  remedying 
those  "  strained  relations  "  which  have  existed 
between  the  two  countries  since  the  Valkyrie- 
Defender  contests. 

It  is  too  early  at  present  to  indulge  in  any 
prophetic  speculations  as  to  the  size  or  the  rig 
of  the  craft^hat  will  try  to  wrest  from  us  the 
proudest  trophy  of  nautical  sport.  Some  be- 
lieve that  the  challenger  will  be  a  schooner, 
and  they  say  that  she  is  already  very  much 
in  existence  and  has  proved  her  speed. 

The  craft  they  indicate  with  so  much  confi- 
dence is  the  big  racing  schooner  Rainbow,  de- 
signed by  Mr.  George  L.  Watson,  of  Thistle, 
Valkyrie,  Britantiia  and  Meteor  fame,  for 
Mr.  Charles  L.  Orr-Ewing,  M.  P.  This  yacht, 
launched  in  the  early  summer,  has  distin- 
guished herself  by  a  display  of  speed  remarka- 
ble in  a  vessel  so  new  and  so  crude.  What  she 
may  accomplish  when  thoroughly  "  tuned  up  " 
to  racing  pitch  remains  to  be  seen.  One  of 
the  reasons  why,  it  is  conjectured,  she  was 
built  for  the  purpose  of  trying  to  capture  the 
America's  Cup  is  that  her  length  on  the  load 
water-line  is  115  feet — just  the  limit  set  on  chal- 
lenging vessels  of  more  than  one  mast  by  the 
new  deed  of  gift.  It  is  argued  with  consid- 
erable cogency  that  the  Raifibow  was  not  built 
to  enter  any  particular  class  in  her  home  waters  ; 
that  judging  from  her  90-foot  mainboom  and 
her  12,500  square  feet  of  duck,  not  including 


ballooners  and  flying  kites,  she  is  no  cn-iser 
but  a  racer  outright.  There  is  no  "  two- 
sticker  "  afloat  of  the  same  load  water-line 
length  that  spreads  so  much  canvas,  and  from 
this  circumstance,  combined  with  others,  it  is 
shrewdly  suspected  that  the  real  object  of  her 
existence  is  a  cup-hunting  voyage  across  the 
Atlantic.  In  her  mainsail  alone  there  are  5,200 
square  feet  of  duck,  while  her  maintopsail 
spreads  1,700  feet,  making  it  a  difficult  sail  to 
tackle  in  a  blow.  The  yacht  has  no  tons  of 
lead  on  her  keel,  the  heaviest  outside  ballast 
ever  put  on  a  craft.  Moreover,  Colonel  Orr- 
Ewing  in  the  way  of  racing  talent  has  secured 
two  of  the  smartest  yacht  skippers  living  :  Cap- 
tain Carter,  late  of  the  Prince  of  Wales'  cutter, 
Britannia  (formerly  skipper  of  the  Genesta), 
in  charge,  and  for  mate,  Tom  Jay,  late  of  the 
Ailsa.  These  two  experts  will  get  rare  work 
out  of  the  Rainbow  before  the  season  is  over. 

If  these  conjectures  prove  true,  American 
yachtsmen  will  have  to  build  a  new  cup-de- 
fending schooner,  for  Defender,  if  altered  into 
a  "  two-sticker,"  could  not  be  relied  upon  in 
such  a  contingency,  as  everybod}'  will  admit 
who  has  read  Naval  Constructor  Hobson's  (of 
J/trr/wrtiT  -  sinking  fame)  "Report  on  the 
Yacht  Defender  and  the  Use  of  Aluminum  in 
Marine  Construction." 

Mr.  Hobson  says:  "Thus  in  Defertder  we 
see  a  full  realization  of  all  the  mechanical  ad- 
vantages sought  in  aluminum  and  full  satis- 
faction of  behavior  under  stress  of  service,  but 
we  see,  too,  upon  her  the  dawn  of  a  short  life. 
In  her  system  are  working  the  germs  of  the 
phthisis  of  corrosion." 

Even  if  she  were  sound  enough  in  hull  for 
another  season's  hard  racing  it  is  doubtful  if 
she  could  successfully  compete  with  a  craft  so 
much  larger  than  herself.  As  for  Colonia  and 
Emerald,  they,  too,  are  not  big  enough. 


YACHTING. 


5^5 


The  schooner  Americuv^on  the  cup  in  1S51. 
The  schooners  Cambria,  Livonia  SiUd  Countess 
oj  Dufferiii  have  made  ineffectual  efforts  to  win 
it  back.  Another  schooner  contest  after  so 
many  years  of  sloop  and  cutter  racing  would 
be  interesting  indeed.  Let  us  all  hope  that  we 
may  live  to  see  it. 

EFFECT   OF   THE   WAR    ON   THE    SPORT. 

To  the  old  yachtsman  the  events  of  the  sea- 
son, so  far,  though  of  sufficient  intrinsic  interest 
to  insure  enjoyment,  have  lacked  that  spectac- 
ular splendor  that  should  ever  attend  marine 
pageants — I  refer,  of  course,  to  the  absence  of 
the  fleet  of  large  steam  yachts  and  schooners 
which  have  in  the  past  lent  so  much  luster  to 
the  regular  regattas.  The  war  has  deprived  us 
of  their  presence,  many  of  the  most  important 
steamers  having  been  absorbed  by  the  United 
States  Navy,  and  now  engaged  in  naval  opera- 
tions such  as  their  owners  and  builders  never 
even  dreamt  of  when  they  were  first  put  on  the 
stocks.  It  is  gratifying  to  learn  that  they  are 
doing  good  and  patriotic  service  under  their 
new  flag. 

Many  other  steam  yachts  which  remain  in 
the  possession  of  their  owners  are  still  moored 
idly  to  their  wharves  in  the  protecting  garb  of 
winter.  It  has  not  been  deemed  advisable  to 
fit  them  out  at  present,  owing  to  the  condition 
of  the  principal  harbors,  which  are  planted 
thickly  with  threatening  infernal  machines,  and 
also  in  view,  perhaps,  of  not  impossible  cap- 
ture while  cruising  the  high  seas.  The  eco- 
nomical steam-yacht  owner  in  these  unsettled 
financial  times  may  advance  this  argument  with 
advantage  to  his  women  folk,  and  thus  be  a 
goodly  sum  in  pocket  through  not  fitting  out 
this  year. 

As  for  the  big  sloops,  Defender,  Vigilant, 
Navahoe,  Volunteer,  etc. ,  it  is  quite  unlikely 
that  they  will  make  their  appearance  under 
way  at  all  in  1898,  or,  if  they  do,  not  until  the 
wane  of  the  year,  when  it  is  almost  time  to  lay 
up  again.  There  are  some  sanguine  men,  how- 
ever, who  predict  a  late  and  brief,  but  not  in- 
glorious season.  Ardent  hope  is  probably 
the  origin  of  the  prophecy. 

The  lack  of  large  boats  in  commission  caused 
the  New  York  Yacht  Club  to  omit  the  usual 
June  regatta,  rather  than  fear  of  submarine 
mines.  Had  there  been  a  sufffcient  fleet  in 
evidence  a  rattling  good  race  could  easily  have 
been  held  over  outside  courses.  But  there  were 
no  yachts  ready  and  therefore  no  race  was  run. 

The  yachting  enthusiast  m'ist  fain  be  con- 
tented with  the  good  the  gods  have  sent  him, 
and  make  the  most  of  his  opportunities.  And, 
in  good  sooth,  they  are  neither  few  nor  far  be- 
tween, nor  are  they  devoid  of  great  capabilities 
for  sport  and  amusement.  This  year  is  em- 
phatically the  year  of  the  smaller  clubs,  and 
they  have  a  capital  occasion  to  demonstrate 
their  sterling  worth  and  increase  their  popular- 
ity. If  the  larger  clubs  have  seen  fit  to  take 
too  serious  a  view  of  the  situation  and  de- 
clare all  races  off,  the  lesser  organizations  have 
boldly  stuck  to  their  original  programmes  and 
have  even  added  events  to  make  the  outlook 
brighter.  Thus,  there  is  a  silver  lining  to 
every  gloomy  cloud 

Attention  will  be  attracted  more  than  ever  to 
the  one-design  classes,  and  the  sport  is  likely 


to  be  more  benefited  than  hurt  by  the  absence  of 
bigger  vessels  from  the  aquatic  arena  ;  for,  with 
their  large  craft  laid  up,  owners  will  have  a 
better  chance  of  observing  what  high-class  sport 
lurks  in  the  saucy  little  knockabout  or  race- 
about,  and  what  true  enjoyment  may  be  ob- 
tained the  whole  season  through  by  the  sen- 
sible use  of  one  of  these  trig  and  saucy  ship- 
pies.  Thus,  from  a  man  who  has  heretofore 
been  content  with  the  mere  passive  and  calm 
delights  of  lazy  summer  cruising  from  port  to 
port  and  idling  on  hotel  piazzas  with  the  yacht 
at  anchor  in  the  harbor,  may  be  evolved  the 
alert  and  active  racing  amateur,  absorbing 
glowing  health  and  exhilarating  mental  vigor 
from  the  contests  in  which  his  little  clipper 
engages. 

The  last  batch  of  steam  yachts  the  Naval 
Auxiliary  Board  recommended  for  purchase  by 
the  Government  were  the  Shearwater,  owned 
by  Henry  Wolcott  ;  the  Sylvia,  owned  by  for- 
mer Commodore  Edward  M.  Brown,  of  the  New 
York  Yacht  Club  ;  the  Eugenia,  owned  by  A, 
T.  Cassatt,  of  Philadelphia ;  the  Str anger y 
owned  by  Mrs.  Mary  Serviss  ;  Vedette,  owned 
by  M.  C.  D.  Borden  ;  the  Rival,  owned  by 
General  C.  C.  Dodge  ;  the  Maria,  owned  by- 
Charles  A.  Gould  ;  the  Cosette,  owned  by 
Charles  A.  Tattum  ;  Althea,  owned  by  T.  Ed- 
win Ward,  and  the  Lagonda,  owned  by  S.  H. 
Austin,  Jr. 

It  must  not  be  imagined  for  one  moment  that 
the  yacht  owners  who  have  disposed  of  their 
vessels  because  of  either  patriotic  or  profit- 
making  motives  intend  to  withdraw  from  the 
sport.  Most  of  them,  as  a  matter  of  fact,  will 
appear  in  due  course  of  time  with  brand-new 
vessels  built  to  order  either  at  home  or  abroad, 
or  with  second-hand  craft  picked  up  in  British, 
markets.  I  am  told  that  Uncle  Sam  will  retain 
in  his  possession  all  the  converted  steam  yachts 
that  remain  to  him  after  peace  is  declared,  and 
thus  a  "  boom  "  in  the  steam-yacht  markets  of 
the  world  is  assured.  It  is  a  significant  sign  of 
the  times  that  Russia  has  given  the  Cramps,  of 
Philadelphia,  a  large  order  for  ironclads.  It 
would  seem  to  indicate  that  Americans  need 
not  give  their  orders  for  steam  yachts  to  for- 
eign firms,  but  can  be  suited  right  in  their  own 
country,  either  on  the  Atlantic  or  Pacific  coast. 

CommodoreJ.  P.  Morgan  was  the  first  of  those 
who  sold  yachts  to  the  Government  to  order 
a  new  vessel.  W.  A.  Fletcher  &  Co. ,  of  the 
North  River  Iron  Works  of  Hoboken,  N.  J., 
have  received  the  contract  for  Corsair  III. 
She  was  designed  by  Mr.  Beavor  Webb,  the 
present  Fleet  Captain  of  the  New  York  Yacht 
Club,  and  will  be  of  steel.  Her  approximate 
dimensions  are  those  of  Corsair  II. ,  and  like 
that  fine  craft  she  will  be  handsome,  fast  and 
seaworthy. 

Yachtsmen  will  always  take  pride  in  remem- 
bering that  Corsair  II.,  transformed  into  a 
torpedo  boat  and  renamed  Gloucester,  did 
gallant  service  off  Santiago  de  Cuba,  on  July  4th. 
Under  command  of  Lieutenant-Commander 
Wainwright,  she  destroyed  the  Spanish  torpedo- 
catchers.  Furor  and  Pluton,  two  of  the  most 
formidable  vessels  of  their  type  afloat,  built  on 
the  Clyde  and  equipped  with  every  modern 
deadly  device,  In  addition  to  this  great  feat, 
the  Gloucester  had  the  honor  of  taking  the 
captured  Spanish   Admiral   Cervera  to  Samp= 


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son.  It  should  not  be  forg-otten  that  Wain- 
wright  was  the  executive  officer  of  the  Maine, 
when  she  was  blown  up  in  Havana  harbor,  on 
February  15th  of  this  year. 

It  is  worthy  of  record  that  Rear  Admiral 
Dewey,  the  hero  of  Manila,  to  whom  the  New 
York  Yacht  Club  sent  its  congratulations  im- 
mediately on  receipt  of  the  news  of  his  great 
naval  victory,  was  among  the  number  of  mem- 
bers elected  at  the  last  meeting  of  that  organi- 
zation. There  are  a  great  many  naval  officers 
on  the  roll  of  the  club,  those  on  the  active  list 
of  the  Navy,  after  payment  of  the  initiation  fee, 
being  exempt  from  annual  dues.  The  name  of 
Admiral  Dewey,  when  it  came  up  for  election, 
was  greeted  with  warm  applause. 

SOME    CAPITAL     CONTESTS. 

It  is  seldom  that  a  yacht  has  the  good  for- 
tune to  be  launched  and  win  her  maiden  race 
on  the  same  day,  but  that  was  what  happened 
to  the  new  sloop  Hussar,  designed  and  built 
for  Mr.  J.  D.  Baird  by  Mr.  Thomas  R.  Web- 
ber, New  Rochelle.  The  Hussar  is  50  feet 
long  over  all,  31  feet  6  inches  long  on  the  load 
water-line,  with  a  beam  of  15  feet  and  a 
draught  of  4  feet.  She  has  a  trunk  cabin  with 
superior  accommodations  and  6  feet  head- 
room,  and  she  carries  10,000  pounds  of  lead  on 
her  keel.  She  was  launched  at  ten  o'clock  in 
the  morning  of  July  2d,  and  at  12:40  p.  m.  she 
started  in  the  annual  regatta  of  the  New  Ro- 
chelle Yacht  Club.  The  wind  was  light  from 
the  east,  and  the  water  smooth  as  a  duck  pond. 

The  fleet  was  formed  in  eight  divisions,  the 
yachts  of  the  first,  second,  and  seventh  sailing 
a  triangle  having  for  outer  marks  the  Gangway 
buoy  and  the  Old  Hen  buoy  at  the  westerly 
entrance  to  Hempstead  Harbor,  three  rounds, 
4  miles  ;  while  those  of  the  third,  fourth,  fifth, 
and  eighth  divisions  had  for  outer  marks  the 
Hen  and  Chickens  Reef  buoy  and  the  easterly 
buo}^  off  Execution  Reef,  three  times  round  by 
all  but  the  dories,  which  sailed  over  once,  the 
distance  being  4^  miles. 

The  Banshee  started  alone  in  the  first  di- 
vision at  12:30.  The  Hussar  led  the  second 
division,  which  was  sent  away  at  12:40,  fol- 
lowed by  Daisy,  Margaret,  Pontiac,  Anoatok, 
Bingo,  Fidelia,  [ohn  F.  Carroll,  Twilight, 
and /ane  S.  At  12:45  the  third  division  went 
off  with  Akabo  in  the  lead,  chased  by  Gold 
Bug,  Keneu,  Edwina  II., Cambrian,  Euryzol, 
Fiddler,  and  Bonnie  Bairn.  The  fourth  di- 
vision started  at  i2h.  50m.  in  this  order  :  Vol- 
sung,  Ida,  Dosorii  II.,  IVanda,  Grace,  Win 
or  Lose,  Kit,  Dot,  Shippan,  and  Amos.  Fifth 
division  started  at  i2h.  55m.:  Minnetonka, 
Sora,  Lark,  and  Viking.  The  special  class 
knockabouts  started  at  ih.  05m.  in  this  order  : 
Senta.  Mongoose,  Indianola  and  Kenoha. 
The  special  class  dories  started  as  follows  : 
Fern,  Prize,  Black  Cat,  Yellow  Pup,  Ketch 
11,  and  Porgie. 

The  race  was  sailed  without  accident,  and 
may  be  described  as  having  been  highly  suc- 
cessful, the  winners  being  ;  Commodore  Dos- 
cher's  Banshee,  51-foot  class  (sail-over);  J.  D. 
Baird's  Hussar,  43-foot  class;  D.  J.  Sanford's 
Fidelio,ya.ssi\  class;  H.  Piepgrass's  J.  F.  Car- 
roll, 30-foot  class;  F.  H.  Waldorf's  Bon7iie 
Bairn,  25-foot  class,  and  O.  E.  Chelling's  Ida  ; 
Clark   Miller's   Akabo,  20-foot  class  ,  J.  Nelson 


Gould's  Edwijia  II.,  half-rater;  G.  J.  Dunn's 
Kit,  30-foot  cabin  cats  ;  F.  T.  Bellewood's 
Wanda.  25-foot  cabin  cats,  and  C.  Silkworth's 
Amos  ;  W.  Hoey's  Sora,  20-foot  open  cats  ;  F. 
J.  Flint's  Lobster,  15-foot  open  cats  ;  Simeon 
Fords  iMongoose,  knockabouts;  H.  E.  Janes' 
Prize,  dory. 

The  lack  of  entries  caused  the  Corinthian 
fleet  of  New  Rochelle  to  postpone  its  annual 
regatta  fixed  for  June  nth,  and  on  that  day  to 
hold  a  special  regatta  in  its  stead.  The  weather 
was  bad,  with  a  light  easterly  wind  and  fre- 
quent showers  until  3  o'clock  in  the  afternoon, 
when  a  breeze  from  southwest  cleared  away 
the  clouds  and  made  a  fine  race  possible.  The 
course  was  from  the  mouth  of  Echo  Bay  to 
the  Hen  and  Chickens'  buoy  and  Execution 
buoy — a  four-mile  triangle.  Owing  to  the  late- 
ness of  the  start  only  two  rounds  were  sailed, 
the  15-footers  going  but  once  round.  The  do- 
ries sailed  a  smaller  triangle  inside.  The  start- 
ers were  :  open  sloops,  20-foot  class,  Clark  A. 
Miller's  Akabo  and  Montgomery  Clark's  Ke- 
neu ;  25-foot  cabin  cats,  J.  S.  Appleby's  Win 
or  Lose,  and  Henry  Rohlff's  Why  Not ;  20-foot 
open  catboats,  William  Hoey's  Sora  and  A.  B. 
Alley's  Minnetonka  ;  15-foot  open  cats,  C.  G. 
Davis's  Lark  and  F.  S.  Ray's  Laura  Lee  ;  spe- 
cial class  dories,  H.  E.  Janes'  Prize,  W.  B. 
Greeley's  Tern,  T  De  Witt  Scoville's  Harry 
and  L.  C.  Ketcham's  Ketch  II.  ;  special  knock- 
about class,  Simon  Ford's  Mongoose  andC.  R. 
Alberger's  Indianola.  The  last-named  craft 
made  her  appearance  at  the  last  moment.  She 
is  new,  having  been  built  by  Eccles,  of  Nahant, 
from  Mr.  Crowninshield's  plans.  This  was  her 
maiden  race,  and  iMongoose  easily  beat  her  in 
windward  work  by  more  than  four  minutes. 
MoJigoose  won  one  leg  for  the  Dewar  Cup  to 
be  won  twice.  Akabo,  Win  or  Lose,  Sora, 
Lark  and  Prize,  each  won  club  prizes.  The 
race  committee  consisted  of  J.  W.  Sparkman, 
W.  P.  Stephens  and  O.  H.  Chellborg,  Irving 
Zerega,  the  regular  chairman,  being  absent 
aboard  the  Yankee  off  Santiago  de  Cuba. 
That  fine  old  cutter  Volante,  designed  by  the 
late  Robert  Center  in  1877,  is  flagship  of  the 
fleet  this  season.  She  looks  as  young  and 
saucy  as  she  did  in  the  days  of  her  infancy, 
when  her  advent  caused  so  much  curiosity  and 
criticism. 

The  Canarsie  Yacht  Club  sailed  its  annual 
pennant  regatta  on  Jamaica  Bay  on  June  nth, 
the  course  being  2  ;^  miles  to  windward  and 
back,  sailed  over  twice.  The  wind  was  moderate 
from  southwest.  The  starters  were:  cabin  cats 
Kate  and  Co7igaree  ;  open  cats  over  20  feet, 
Selfish,  Tam  0'  Shunter,  Caddie  and  Siren  ; 
cats  under  20  feet.  So  So  and  Lochinvar. 
Tam  0'  Shanter  broke  gaff  and  So  So  did  not 
finish.  Selfish  won  the  pennant  for  best  elap- 
sed time  (2  h.  24  m.  12  s.),  also  first  prize. 
Caddie,  in  the  same  class,  won  second  prize. 
Kate  and  Lochinvar  each  won  a  first  prize. 

The  22  foot  class  of  the  Buffalo  Yacht  Club 
sailed  a  race  over  a  new  course  on  June  nth.  The 
starters  were:  ^'l/izr/(?.  Caprice  a.nd.  Windward, 
Beppo,  Monsoon  and  Nerena,  the  first  three 
winning  prizes,  and  the  other  three  being  dis- 
qualified for  sailing  the  wrong  course. 

The  annual  Ladies'  Day  regatta  of  the  At- 
lantic Yacht  Club  was  sailed  on  June  nth  in 
Gravesend  Bay.     Only  eight  yachts  took  part, 


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but  a  large  number  of  people  viewed  the  race 
from  the  several  points  of  observation  at  the 
Sea  Gate  club-house.  The  starters  were:  open 
knockabout  class,  R.  W.  Bainbridge's  Sc7-ap 
and  Louis  Boury's  Itnpndetif  ;  sloops  25  to  30 
feet,  F.  M.  Randall's  il//,;r/t'/ and  C.  F.  Larze- 
lere's  Oriole  ;  cats  25  to  30  feet,  J.  S  De  Seld- 
ing's  Grayling  and  G.  L.  Johnstone's  Dorothy; 
cats,  20  to  25  feet,  George  Freeth's  (2iii  Vh'e 
and  E.  J.  Bergen's  Et/tel.  Scrap  won  in  the 
knockabout  class,  Iin/mdent  carrying  away 
her  throat  halyards.  Oriole,  which  is  a  yawl 
fitted  with  an  auxiliary  naphtha  engine,  aston- 
ished all  hands  by  beating  the  crack  Muriel. 
Of  the  cats,  Dorothy  and  Qui  Vive  won  in 
their  respective  classes.  The  ladies  who  were 
awarded  club  prizes  for  sailing  on  the  boats 
were  :  Miss  Georgie  Hicks,  Mrs.  F.  M  Randall, 
Miss  Powers,  Miss  Sawyer,  Mrs.  George  Freeth, 
Miss  Lulu  Bergen  and  Miss  Alice  Wakefield. 

The  Westchester  Country  Club  held  its  first 
knockabout  race  on  June  nth,  the  prize  being 
a  handsome  loving  cup  presented  by  Mr.  H.  S. 
Redmond  The  starters  were  :  Arthur  Iselin's 
Dipper,  W.  H.  Russell's  Idle,  A.  De  Navarro's 
Folly,  William  Laim beer's  Philippine,  H.  O. 
Havemeyer's  Kathavia  and  H.  S.  Redmond's 
Ditto.  Idle  was  first  away,  almost  with  the 
gun,  hunted  close  by  Dipper,  who  stuck  to  her 
throughout  the  race  and  eventually  beat  her  by 
23  seconds.  The  start  was  2  h.  40  m.  00  s.  for 
all.  The  times  at  the  finish  were:  Dipper, 
3  h.  31  m.  28  s.;  Idle,  3  h.  31  m.  51  s.;  Folly, 
3  h.  36  m.  25  s. ;  Philippine,  3  h.  37  m.  30  s. ; 
Kathania,  3  h.  39  m.  28  s. ;  Ditto,  3  h.  43  m.  28  s. 
The  yacht  race  attracted  more  spectators  than 
the  golf  and  polo  games. 

NEW    STEAM    YACHTS. 

The  steam  yacht  American,  built  for  Mr. 
Archibald  Watt,  from  his  own  designs,  at  the 
foot  of  East  1 1 8th  street.  New  York,  was 
launched  on  June  8th.  The  most  noteworthy 
circumstance  connected  with  the  new  craft  is 
that  she  is  American  throughout  —  built  by 
Americans  of  American  material.  She  was 
christened  by  Mrs.  Watt,  the  wife  of  the  own- 
er, with  a  bottle  of  American  champagne. 

The  yacht  in  general  appearance  is  utterly 
unlike  the  ordinary  run  of  pleasure  craft,  lack- 
ing the  grace  and  beauty  of  the  modern  steam 
yacht,  but  looking  like  a  good,  serviceable 
cruiser  that  will  stand'  a  great  deal  of  heavy 
weather.  Her  dimensions  follow  :  Length  over 
all,  254  feet ;  length  on  load  water-line,  200 
feet;  beam,  34  feet,  and  draught  12  feet  6  inches. 
The  vessel  is  built  of  steel  throughout,  and  she 
is  fitted  with  broad  bilge  keels  that  extend 
about  two-thirds  of  her  length. 

She  will  be  propelled  by  twin  screws,  driven 
by  two  engines  of  special  design,  of  1,600  horse- 
power each,  steam  being  generated  in  four 
water-tube  boilers.  She  is  rigged  as  a  ship, 
being  the  only  yacht  under  American  registry 
to  carry  three  square-rigged  masts  The  sail 
area  given  the  vessel  is  so  moderate  that  it  will 
take  a  gale  of  wind  to  get  speed  out  of  her 
under  canvas  alone,  while  under  steam  her 
owner  confidently  expects  her  to  go  fifteen 
knots  an  hour. 

The  internal  arrangement  of  the  vessel  is 
capital,   and  the  cabins  are  to  be   artistically 


decorated  and  upholstered.  There  are  two 
deck-houses. 

The  steel  steam  yacht  Elreba,  designed  by 
Mr.  J.  F.  Tams  for  Mr.  Henry  Darlington,  of 
Pittsburg,  Pa.,  and  built  by  Lewis  Nixon  at 
the  Crescent  Shipyard,  Elizabeth,  N.  J.,  was 
launched  on  May  25th.  She  is  a  handsome 
yacht,  150  feet  over  all,  125  feet  on  the  load 
water-line,  with  a  beam  of  21  feet,  6  inches,  a 
depth  of  II  feet  9  inches,  and  a  draught  of  8  feet 
6  inches.  Built  under  special  survey  for  the 
highest  class  in  the  American  Lloyds,  stanch- 
ness  of  hull  is  insured.  Her  machinery  con- 
sists of  two  water- tube  boilers  and  engines  of 
the  four-cylinder  triple  expansion  type,  and  she 
IS  expected  to  go  twelve  knots  an  hour  under 
natural  draft.  The  dining-room,  pantry  and 
galley  are  in  the  forward  deck-house,  the  deck 
of  which  is  carried  out  to  the  rail,  giving  ample 
room  and  an  unobstructed  view.  The  after 
deck  house  is  fitted  up  as  a  ladies'  drawing- 
room,  with  a  piano  and  other  luxuries.  The 
owner's  and  guests'  quarters  are  below,  in  the 
after  part  of  the  ship.  The  owner's  room,  13 
feet  long,  is  abaft  the  engine  space,  with  a 
dressing-room  and  bath-room  adjoining.  A 
state-room  8  feet  long  also  connects.  There 
are  five  state-rooms  m  addition  and  an  after 
cabin.  The  crew  occupy  roomy  quarters  for- 
ward. The  yacht  is  rigged  as  a  two-masted 
schooner. 

Lawley,  of  South  Boston,  has  designed  and 
built  the  steam  yacht  Kaleda  for  Mr.  R.  Brent 
Keyser,  of  Baltimore,  Md.  She  is  no  feet  long 
over  all,  91  feet  on  the  load  water-line,  15  feet 
6  inches  beam,  8  feet  6  inches  deep,  and  6  feet 
6  inches  draught.  She  is  fitted  with  water- 
tube  boilers  and  triple  expansion  engines. 

The  steam  yacht  designed  by  Mr.  J.  Nilson 
and  built  by  Messrs.  Joseph  Thomas  &Son,  of 
Baltimore,  for  Mr.  W.  H.  Evans,  has  been  christ- 
ened Chilhowee.  Her  dimensions  are  :  Length 
over  all,  120  feet  ;  on  the  water-line,  100  feet  ; 
beam,  16  feet  ;  depth,  10  feet ;  draught,  6  feet  6 
inches.  She  has  two  water-tube  boilers  and 
triple  expansion  engines. 

The  craze  for  speedy  yachts  is  extending  all 
over  the  country.  Mr.  H.  A.  Bush,  of  St. 
Louis,  Mo.,  is  having  built  for  him  by  Edward 
Reese  &Son,  of  Carondelet,  Mo.,  asteam  yacht 
for  cruising  on  the  Mississippi,  with  a  contract 
speed  of  23^  miles  an  hour  over  a  measured 
mile,  and  of  40  miles  in  two  hours  in  smooth 
water.  The  boat  is  84  feet  long,  with  10  feet  6 
inches  beam  and  5  feet  draught.  The  frames 
of  the  hull  are  alternately  of  steel  angle-bar  and 
steamed  oak  for  one-half  length  amidships,  and 
all  of  steamed  oak  at  the  ends.  The  skin  con- 
sists of  an  inner  thickness  of  yellow  pine  and 
an  outer  one  of  mahogany,  fastened  together 
with  bronze  screws  from  the  inside.  The  ma- 
chinery occupies  a  space  of  seventeen  feet  fore 
and  aft,  with  a  steel  bulkhead  at  each  end. 
Steam  is  supplied  by  a  water-tube  boiler  tested 
to  500  pounds  hydrostatic  pressure,  and  the  en- 
gines are  of  the  four-cylinder  inverted  triple- 
expansion  type,  the  shaft  being  of  Tobin 
bronze  and  the  propeller  of  manganese  bronze. 
There  are  ample  accommodations  below  for 
all.  The  interior  is  finished  in  polished  ma- 
hogany and  white  enamel.  The  saloon  is  14 
feet  long,  with  transoms  along  each  side  ar-^ 
ranged  to  draw  out  so  as  to  form  berths. 


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The  steam  yacht  Columbia,  built  for  Mr.  A. 
L.  Pope,  of  Hartford,  Conn.,  by  the  Gas  En- 
gine Company  and  Seabury  Company,  was 
launched  at  Morris  Heights  on  May  21st.  The 
same  company  has  completed  the  steam  yacht 
Eiidion  for  Commodore  Jesse  H.  Metcalf.  of  the 
Rhode  Island  Yacht  Club.  She  is  103  feet  over 
all,  85  feet  on  the  load  water-line,  14  feet  beam 
and  5  feet  draught. 

The  steam  yacht  Enquirer,  of  Buffalo,  N.  Y., 
reached  New  York  last  month  via  the  canals. 
Lake  Ontario  and  Quebec.  She  is  owned  by 
Mr.  W.  J.  Connors,  of  Buffalo,  and  has  the  repu- 
tation of  being  the  fastest  yacht  ever  built  on 
the  great  lakes.  She  is  of  140  tons  and  has 
powerful  triple  expansion  engines.  A  feature 
■of  this  vessel  is  a  double  electric  plant  and  a 
■search-light  of  10,500  candle-power.  She  came 
to  New  York  to  be  inspected  by  the  Naval  Aux- 
iliary Board  with  a  view  to  service  as  a  scout 
■or  dispatch  boat. 

CLUBS    AND    CRAFT. 

The  schooner  yacht  Mzrattda,  once  the  crack 
"  two-sticker  "  of  Great  Britain,  which  has  been 
laid  up  for  three  years  in  South  Brooklyn,  has 
been  bought  by  Mr.  C.  N.  Nelson  and  will 
cruise  this  season.  Her  career  since  her  im- 
portation has  been  varied.  She  has  had  many 
■owners  and  little  success  as  a  cup  hunter. 

The  Kingston  Yacht  Club  has  invited  the 
Lake  Yacht  Racing  Association  to  attend  a  ren- 
dezvous regatta  at  Kingston  this  season  instead 
of  a  circuit  of  races.  It  has  offered  the  associa- 
tion $400  toward  the  necessary  prize  money. 

The  Spalding  St.  Lawrence  Boat  Co.  has 
"built  three  racing  catboats  of  one-design  type, 
16  feet  on  the  load  water-line,  to  be  raced  on 
Lake  Regis  by  Messrs.  Archibald  Rogers,  An- 
son Phelps  Stokes  and  J.  R.  Roosevelt.  The 
firm  has  also  built  racing  20-footers  for  Mr. 
Charles  M.  Englis  and  Mr.  Henry  Lane  Eno, 
these  latter  being  intended  for  the  Seawan- 
haka  international  trial  races. 

The  y///,  the  first  of  the  21-foot  raceabouts 
built  by  the  Herreshoffs  for  Mr.  W.  O.  Gay,  of 
Cohasset,  Mass.,  is  described  as  a  speedy  and 
seaworthy  craft,  having  behaved  well  in  a 
stormy  trip  round.  Cape  Cod.  She  is  30  feet 
over  all,  draws  5  feet  and  carries  600  feet  of  sail. 

The  Lake  Sailing  Skiff  Asseciation,  of  Lake 
Ontario,  is  now  in  its  sixth  year  and  is  expect- 
ing a  prosperous  season.  It  is  open  to  any 
sailing  skiff  or  yacht  club  on  the  lakes  having 
a  membership  of  fifteen  and  a  fleet  of  five  skiffs 
of  14  feet  load  water-line  length  and  upward. 
The  Seawanhaka  measurement  rule  is  used. 
The  association  now  includes  the  Royal  Ham- 
ilton Y.  C,  the  Victoria  Y.  C,  Royal  Toronto 
Sailing  Skiff  Club,  National  Yacht  and  Skiff 
•Club,  of  Toronto,  and  Parkdale  Sailing  Club. 
President  F.  E.  Walker  has  presented  a  hand- 
some challenge  trophy  for  annual  competition 
in  all  classes  to  be  sailed  at  the  annual  regatta 
each  season. 

The  Winthrop  Yacht  Club  sailed  its  first  race 
this  year  on  May  28th  in  a  moderate  northeast 
wind  and  thick  weather.  The  race  was  the 
first  under  the  new  rule  of  the  Massachusetts 
Y.  R.  A.,  abolishing  time  allowance.  Walter 
Burgess's  Nettie  won,  beating  L.  N.  Harring- 
ton's Harriet  2m.  35s.  J.  O'Connell  s  Alert 
-was  third,  Charles  Harvey's  Alma  fourth,  and 


W.  McCluskey's  Myrtle  fifth.  The  race  was 
managed  by  Messrs.  A.  J.  Bliss,  Mr.  R.  Ran- 
dall and  W.  J.  Kelley. 

The  handicap  race  of  the  South  Boston  Yacht 
Club  was  sailed  on  June  nth  in  a  rattling 
"  sou'-wester."  Fifteen  yachts  started  in  one 
class,  finishing  in  the  following  order  :  F.  E. 
Borden's  Tautog  (prize,  marine  clock);  F.  H. 
Cheetham's  Alice  (prize,  silver  loving  cup) ;  E. 
W.  Rogers's  Quahog  (prize,  riding  light)  ;  F. 
T.  Munroes  Julia  (prize,  loving  cup);  H.  B. 
Bailey's  Ideal  (prize,  beer  stein);  E.  G.  Law- 
ton's  lois  (prize,  beer  stein);  W.  P.  Cashman's 
Marguerite  (prize,  silver  service)  ;  M.  F. 
Plant's  Reynard  {"prize,  pennant);  D.  A.  Cou- 
pal's  Emma  C.  (prize,  pipe  rack);  F.  H.  Cobb's 
Empire  (prize,  mask);  J.  T.  Ball's  Edelweiss, 
H.  F.  McKee's  Violet,  Davis  &  Wilson's  Wa 
IVa,  C.  W.  Wadsworth's  Varmia  and  N.  B. 
'$)'ionQ''~>  Jonah 

The  Gravesend  Bay  Yacht  Club,  whose  old 
habitation  at  Ulmer  Pier  was  destroyed  by  fire 
last  winter,  has  built  a  new  house  at  the  foot  of 
Bay  Thirty-first  street,  Bensonhurst.  The  pier 
at  this  point  has  been  extended  further  out 
into  the  water,  and  the  house,  which  is  a  hand- 
some structure  one  story  and  a  half  high,  is 
erected  on  the  end  of  it.  Pleasant  piazzas  sur- 
round it  on  all  sides.  The  club  will  still  retain 
its  landing  stage  at  Ulmer  Pier. 

A  five-hundred-dollar  cash  prize  has  been 
offered  by  the  Chicago  Yacht  Club  for  a  race 
to  Mackinac  on  August  6th,  The  season  began 
on  June  9th,  with  the  first  of  three  matches  be- 
tween Siren  and  Varenna.  Following  is  the 
Regatta  Committee  :  J.  O.  Heyworth,  A.  C. 
Burton,  C  E.  Kremer,  M.  D.  Wilber  and  S.  N. 
Smith.  The  club's  station  is  at  the  Argo  Club. 
The  resuscitation  of  this  club,  which  I  briefly 
chronicled  last  month,  seems  to  have  begun 
with  zeal  and  vigor,  a  number  of  liberal  prizes 
having  been  provided  for  on  the  occasion  of  its 
annual  regatta. 

The  Atlantic  Yacht  Club  is  recruiting  fast, 
applications  for  membership  being  sent  in  to 
the  committee  quite  frequently.  When  the 
membership  roll  reaches  600  the  entrance  fee 
and  the  dues  will  be  increased.  Forty  new 
applicants  were  favorably  reported  last  month, 
making  a  total  number  of  570  on  the  books  of 
the  club.  Those  who  desire  to  take  advantage 
of  the  present  moderate  dues  should  lose  no 
time  in  making  the  requisite  application. 

The  Douglaston  Yacht  Club  will  hold  a  re- 
gatta on  August  17th,  open  to  all  small  classes, 
at  which  prizes  of  more  than  usual  value 
will  be  given.  The  fashionable  knockabouts 
and  dories  will  find  that  their  claims  to  recog- 
nition have  not  been  neglected. 

The  centreboard  sloop  Ouafianicke,  designed 
by  Mr.  T.  E.  Ferris  for  the  Messrs.  Sands  of 
New  York,  has  been  launched  at  the  yard  of 
Messrs.  Brown  &  Sons,  at  Tottenville,  S.  I., 
as  will  be  seen  from  the  phot08;raph  reproduced 
on  page  524.  She  is  a  handsome  little  vessel 
with  long  and  graceful  overhangs.  She  is  21 
feet  on  the  load  water-line  with  10  feet  beam. 
She  has  an  iron  keel  through  which  the  centre- 
board works,  the  trunk  coming  up  in  the  mid- 
dle of  the  cabin  and  forming  a  table.  She  has 
remarkably  good  accommodations  considering 
her  size,  there  being  5  feet  9  inches  in  head- 
room in  the  cabiri. 


YACHTING. 


529 


The  reasons  which  actuated  the  New  York 
Yacht  Club  to  have  no  squadron  cruise  this 
season  are  set  forth  in  the  following  notification 
to  members  : 

At  the  last  general  meeting  of  the  club  it 
was  referred  to  the  Flag  Officers  to  decide 
whether  the  usual  annual  cruise  should  take 
place  during  the  present  summer. 

The  Flag  Officers  have  decided  that  the 
cruise  should  be  omitted. 

They  are  of  opinion  that  the  comparatively 
small  number  of  yachts  in  commission  and  the 
restrictions  upon  navigation  in  force  at  the 
principal  ports  would  seriously  impair  the 
success  ot  a  cruise. 

But  were  this  otherwise,  there  is  another 
•consideration  which  they  deem  controlling. 
The  country  is  engaged  in  war,  thousands  of 
her  citizens  are  risking  their  lives  in  her  ser- 
vice, including,  in  the  Navy  particularl}-,  many 
who  are  members  of  this  club. 

The  Flag  Officers  feel  sure  that  the  club 
will  agree  with  them  that,  at  such  a  time,  the 
usual  festivities  of  the  yachting  season  should 
be  suspended. 

[Signed]  J.  Pierpont  Morg.^n, 

Cot/imodore. 
Lewis  Cass  Ledyard, 

Vice-Commodore. 
August  Belmont, 

Rear-Commodore. 

New  York,  June  30th.  A.  J.  Kenealy. 

PACIFIC  coast. 

The  San  Francisco  Bay  yacht  clubs  are  now 
all  open  for  the  season  of  18  ,8.  The  California 
Yacht  Club,  with  headquarters  on  Oakland 
Creek,  held  its  opening  jinks  on  April  i6th  and 
its  opening  cruise  on  April  17th.  The  South 
Bay  Yacht  Club,  with  headquarters  at  Alviso, 
opened  on  April  17th.  The  San  Francisco 
Yacht  Club  opened  its  new  club-house  at  San- 
salito  on  April  23d  and  held  its  opening  cruise 
■on  April  24th.  The  Corinthian  Yacht  Club 
gave  a  comedy  and  jinks  on  April  30th  at  Ti- 
buron  and  held  its  opening  cruise  on  May  ist. 
The  Pacific  Yacht  Club,  with  headquarters  at 
■Old  Sansalito,  gave  a  dance  on  May  7th  and 
held  its  first  cruise  of  the  season  next  day.  The 
Encinal  Yacht  Club,  with  headquarters  at  Ala- 
meda, gave  a  reception  and  vaudeville  enter- 
tainment on  May  14th  and  held  the  first  cruise 
of  the  season  on  the  15th. 

The  Pacific  Inter-Club  Yacht  Association  is 
made  up  of  fifteen  delegates,  three  from  each 
of  the  five  clubs  included  in  the  association, 
the  San  Francisco  Yacht  Club  being  the  only 
club  on  the  bay  that  is  not  in  the  association. 
The  Inter-Club  annual  cruise  is  to  Vallejo  on 
July  2d,  3d  and  4th,  and  the  Inter-Chib  annual 
regatta  takes  place  on  September  4th.  The 
president  of  the  association  for  1898  is  Dr.  C. 
L.  Tisdale,  of  the  Encinal  Yacht  Club  ;  the 
vice-president  is  Louis  Sonniksen,  of  the  South 
Bay  Yacht  Club,  and  the  secretary  is  R.  R. 
L'Hommedieu,  of-  the  California  Yacht  Club. 
The  association  has  recently  published  a  hand- 
somely got  up  signal  code,  for  use  in  San  Fran- 
cisco Bay  and  adjacent  waters. 

pacific  coast  yachting. 

The  Corinthian  Club  held  its  thirteenth  an- 
nual regatta  on  Decoration  Day  over  the  usuai 


course,  in  the  Bay  of  San  Francisco,  of  about 
fourteen  miles.  The  day  was  bright,  and  a 
strong  westerly  l)reeze  prevailed.  Onl}'  eleven 
yachts  started,  and  two  of  these  did  not  finish. 
The  Regatta  Committee  was  made  up  of  John 
H.  Hopps,  P.  Martenstein  and  W.  E.  Dixey. 
C.  B.  Hill  acted  as  timer.  F.  F.  Ames'  Elia, 
racing  length  40.27ft.,  won  in  class  I.;  E. 
Sager's  Edna,  34.65ft  ,  in  the  36-foot  class  ;  J. 
W.  Pew's  Truant,  28.46ft.,  in  the  30-foot  class, 
and  H.  Simpkins'  sloop  Mistral,  though  her 
only  opponent  in  the  25-foot  class  did  not  com- 
plete the  course,  will  receive  a  flag. 

SAN  FRANCISCO  YACHT  CLUB  REGATTA. 

The  San  Francisco  Yacht  Club  held  its  an- 
nual regatta  off  Sansalito  on  June  26th.  The 
yachts  were  divided  according  to  "  mean 
length  ''  into  the  following  five  classes  :  Class 
I.,  yachts  of  37ft.  and  not  exceeding  44ft. ;  Class 
II.,  yachts  of  30ft.  and  not  exceeding  37ft.; 
Class  III.,  yachts  of  25ft.  and  not  exceeding 
30ft.;  Class  IV.,  3?achtsof  20ft.  and  not  exceed- 
ing 25ft  ,  and  the  mosquito  fleet,  consisting  of 
j'achts  nnder  20ft.  in  "mean  length."  In  the 
three  larger  classes  there  were  very  few  entries, 
"  but  in  the  two  smaller  classes  there  were  five 
entries  in  each  class.  Carl  Westerfeld's  jEoIus, 
holder  of  the  Perpetual  Trophy,  made  the  fast- 
est time  round  the  course,  and  won  the  class 
flag  in  class  III.  Yachts  of  classes  i,  2  and  3 
went  twice  around  the  course,  and  yachts  of 
classes  4  and  5  once.  A  preparatory  gun  was 
fired  at  12:50  p.  m.,  and  at  1:00  the  yachts  of 
class  I.  started,  at  1:10  the  yachts  of  class  II.,  at 
1:20  the  yachts  of  class  III.,  at  1:30  the  yachts 
of  class  IV.,  and  at  1:40  the  yachts  under  20 
feet.  There  were  no  time  allowances,  and  the 
first  yacht  across  the  finishing  line  won  the 
prize  in  each  class.  The  course  was  about  five 
miles  round,  and  there  was  a  strong  westerly 
breeze.  The  first  leg  was  a  run,  and  the  two 
other  legs  were  reaches. 

SOUTH    BAY    YACHT   CLUB    REGATTA. 

The  South  Bay  Yacht  Club,  which  has  its 
headquarters  at  Alviso,  on  the  Lower  Bay  of 
San  Francisco,  held  its  first  regatta  on  June 
26th,  for  the  Doerr  Cup,  which,  on  being  won 
three  times,  becomes  the  property  of  the  win- 
ner. The  course  was  twenty-two  miles,  and 
the  entries  were  as  follows  :  Sloop  Wanderer, 
sailed  by  Commodore  J.  O.  McKee  ;  sloop  Rana, 
sailed  by  Vice-Commodore  H.  A.  Spencer ; 
sloop  Feu  Follet,  sailed  by  Captain  Eaton  ; 
sloop  Papoose,  sailed  by  Secretary  J.  E.  Au- 
zerais,  and  sloop  Dawn,  sailed  by  Oliver  Ort- 
ley,  measurer  of  the  club.  The  starting  gun 
was  fired  at  1:10  p.  m.  IVanderer  crossed  the 
line  first,  followed  by  Rana,  Eeu  Follet,  Dawn 
and  Papoose,  in  this  order.  In  rounding  Beacon 
9,  Wanderer,  which  seemed  to  have  the  race 
well  in  hand,  ran  aground  on  a  mud-flat  and 
lost  all  chance  of  wnnning.  Feu  Follet  crossed 
the  finishing  line  first,  followed  by  Papoose, 
Dawn,  and  Rana  in  the  order  named.  Pa- 
poose's actual  sailing-time  over  the  course  was 
2  hours  and  34  minutes,  and,  as  she  beat  Feu 
Follet  by  i  minute  and  57  seconds,  the  Doerr 
Cup  was  awarded  to  her.  The  next  regatta 
will  be  held  over  the  same  course  in  July. 

Arthur  Inkersley. 


530 


OUTING  FOR    AUGUST. 

ATHLETICS. 


NEW    YORK    A.    C. 

'HE    sixtieth  games  of  the 
New  York  Athletic  Club, 
held   on   the    club's 
grounds    at    Travers 
Island    on     June     nth, 
were,  as  usual,  of  a  high 
standard,    and    two     new 
world's   records  were   cre- 
ated, the  broad  jump  and 
the   hammer-throwing. 

The  hammer  -  throwing 
was  a  remarkable  instance 
of  how  a  few  days  will 
change  the  ability  of  highly 
trained  athletes.  It  will 
be  remembered  that  on 
May  30th,  J.  C.  McCracken, 
the    young    hammer- 

thrower,    from   U.    of    P., 

took  the  championship 
from  J.  Flanagan  (who  had  held  it  with  a  throw 
of  153ft.  yin.)  by  dropping  the  hammer  at  a  dis- 
tance of  153ft.  8in.,  whereas  Flanagan  could 
only  throw  142ft.  Sin. ;  but  on  this  occasion  the 
old  champion  out-Heroded  Herod,  and  cre- 
ated another  world's  record  with  a  very  good 
margin  to  spare,  throwing  the  hammer  158ft. 
4in. 

The  other  wonderful  performance  was  that 
of  Myer  Prinstein,  of  Syracuse  University,  the 
holder  of  the  intercollegiate  championship 
broad  jump.  He  jumped  23ft.  S^sin.,  and  es- 
tablished a  new  world's  record. 

The  100  yards  was  somewhat  of  a  disap- 
pointment. W.  B.  Tewksbury  and  B.  J. 
Wefers  were  entered,  and  a  great  race  was 
expected,  but  both  athletes  were  undoubtedly 
much  out  of  form,  and  both  were  unplaced  in 
their  heats.  This  is  one  of  the  races  we  have 
yet  in  store.  M.  W.  Long,  H.  E.  Manvel  and 
J.  F.  Cregan  distinguished  themselves  at  their 
respective  distances. 
Summary  : 

100-yard  run— Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  3yds.,  N.Y.A.C  ; 
W.  B.  Brister,  N.  J.  A.C.,  6i^yds.,  2;  F.  Flores,  10yds  . 
St.  Bartholomew  A.  C,  3.     Time,   loi  5s. 

220-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  A.  W.  Smith,  N.  Y.  A. 
C,  loyds.;  N.  V.  Bastian,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  ej^yds.,  2;  W.  B. 
Rogers,  N.  Y.  A.  C  ,  lyd.,  3.     Time,  26  3-5S. 

22o-yard  run — Won  by  G.  H.  Hoffman.  15yds.,  An 
chor  A.  C;  W.  B.  Tewksbury,  scratch,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2: 
P.  J.  Walsh,  St.  Francis  Xavier  A.  C,  gyds.,  3.  Time, 
22  3-5S. 

880-yard  run -Won  by  H.  E.  Manvel,  N.  J.  A.  C, 
scratch  ;  G.  B.  Holbrook,  K.  A.  C,  30yds.,  2;  A.  Grant, 
N.  Y.  A.  C,  6yds.,  3.    Time,  im.  sss. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  J,  J.  Peters,  Yale,  3I4 
yds.;  W.  B.  Rogers,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  lyd.,  2;  M.  P.  Halpin, 
N.  Y.  A.  C,  7yds.,  3.     Time,  16  2-5S. 

440-yard  run— Won  by  M.  W,  Long,  N.  Y.  A.  C. 
scratch:  T.  R.  Fisher  Jr.,  N.  Y.  A.  C,.  6vds.,  2;  M.  J. 
Cregan,  New  West  Side  A.  C,  25yds., '3.  Time,  48 
4-53. 

i-mile  run — ^Won  by  J,  F.  Cregan,  Princeton,  scratch 
A.  Grant,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  8yds.,  2;  R.  L.  Eaton,  N.  J.  A. 
C,  30yds.,  3.     Time,  4m.    31s. 

Running  broad  jump — Won  by  M.  Prinstein,  Syra- 
cuse University,  scratch,  23ft.  8%in.,  a  new  world's 
record  ;  W.  J.  Feldkamp,  N.  Y.  Turn  Verein,  isin.,  2, 
2ift.  lo^in.;  P.  J.  Remington,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  sin.,  3,22ft. 
loj^in. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  R.  Sheldon,  N.  Y.  A.  C, 
scratch,  44ft.  2i^in.;  F.  G.  Beck,  N.  J.  A.  C,  ift.,  2,  42ft. 
8in.;  J.  Herty,  Jr.,   W.  S.  A.  C.  ift.  6in.,  3,  41ft.  4in. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  S.  K.  Thoms,  New  York  City, 
Bin.,  with  loft.  loin.-  R.  G.  Clapp,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  scratch, 

2,  lift.  2in.;  K.  L.  Caswell,  Columbia  University,    2in., 

3,  loft. 


Running  high  jump  — Won  by  D  J.  O'Sullivan,  Xa- 
vier A.  A.,  sft.  S'sin.;  W.  L.  Drummond,  New  York 
City,  6in.,  2,  5ft.  7^in.;  W.  H.  Grace,  Jr.,  K.  A.  C,  4in., 
3,  5ft.  7  5-8in. 

Throwing  16-lb.  hammer — Won  by  J.  Flanagan,  N. 
Y.  A.  C,  scratch,  158ft.  4in.,  a  new  world's  record;  J. 
C.  McCracken,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  .scratch,  2,  142ft.  3in.;  R. 
Sheldon,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  3.,  70ft. 

N.   Y.   A.   C.   VS.   CHICAGO  A.  C. 

The  second  annual  dual  games  of  the  New 
York  and  Chicago  athletic  clubs  were  held  on 
the  Park  Side  Grounds,  Chicago,  111.,  June 
18th.  At  this  meeting  some  remarkably  good 
performances  were  seen.  J.  H.  Rush,  the 
great  Western  sprinter,  won  the  hundred,  and 
equaled  the  record  time  of  9  4-5S.  A.  C. 
Kraenzlein,  who  is  proving  himself  the  most 
wonderful  hurdler  that  ever  strided  the  sticks, 
created  a  new  record  for  the  120-yard  hurdles. 
He  was  at  the  tape  while  the  second  man  was 
coming  over  the  last  hurdle,  and  finished  his 
distance  in  15  1-53.  R.  G.  Clapp  won  the  pole 
vault  at  lift.,  and  then  started  to  jump  for  a 
new  world's  record,  which  he  gained  with  a 
height  of  lift.  10  i-2in.  At  his  first  attempt 
he  dislodged  the  bar,  bnt  at  the  second  cleared 
it  with  ease.  M.  W.  Long  won  a  remarkably 
good  race  in  the  220  yards,  forging  ahead  just 
at  the  finish. 

The  summary  : 

100- yard  dash — Won  by  T-  H.  Rush,  Chicago  A.  A.; 
J.  H.  Maybury,  C.  A.  A.,  2;"M.  W.  Long,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  3; 
B.  J.  Wefers,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  4.  Time,  g  4-5S  ,  equaling 
world's  record. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  J.  F.  Cregan,  N.  Y.  A.  C; 
John  Bray,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  Cuflferndell.  C.  A.  A.,  3. 
Time,  2m.  1-5S. 

120  yard  hurdle  race- Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  C. 
A.  A.;  P.  O'Day,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  W.  B.  Rogers,  N.  Y.  A.  C, 
3.  Time,  15  1-58.  This  breaks  the  former  world's  rec- 
ord of  Stephen  Chase,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  which  was  15  2-5S. 

i-mile  walk — Won  by  W.  B.  Fetterman,  N.  Y.  A.  C; 
H.  W.  Ladd,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  R.  M.  Pease,  C.  A.  A.,  3. 
Time,  6m.  50  1-5S. 


A.    C.    KRAENZLEIN. 


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Running  broad  jump— Won  by  J.  l-".  Reniin^ton,  N. 
Y.  A.  C-,  with  22ft.  sin.;  H.  Holland,  C.  A.  A.,  2,  with 
22ft.  4'4'in.;  C.  B.  Hamilton,  C.  A.  A.,  3,  with  22ft.  lin. 

i-mile  bicycle  race— Won  by  Schwartz,  N.  Y.  A.  C; 
Ray  Dawson,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  Frank  Pearson,  C.  A.  A., 
3.     Time,  2m.  26  1-58. 

220-yard  hurd.  race— Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  C. 
A.  A.;  P.  O'Day,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  W.  B.  Rogers,  N.  Yf  A.  C, 
■X.     Time,  25  z  5S. 

Putting  16-1  shot-Won  by  R.  Sheldon,  N.  Y.  A.  C, 
with  44ft.  9  7-8in.  J.  C  McCracken,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2,  with 
41ft.   II  jiin. .  C.   A.  Henneman,  C.  A.  A., .3,  with  41ft. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  R.  G.  Clapp,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  with 
lift.  F.  Martin,  C.  A.  A  ,  2,  with  loft.  gin.;  C.  B.  Hamil- 
ton, C.  A.  A.,  3,  with  7ft.  6in.  Clapp  afterward  cleared 
lift.  lo^in.,  breaking  the  world's  record. 

440  yard  run— Won  by  T.  E.  Burke,  N.  Y.  A.  C. ;  C.  A. 
Klunder,  C.  A.  A.,  2.     Time,  50  3-5S. 

i-mile  run— Won  by  J.  F.  Cregan,  N.  Y.  A.  C;  A. 
Grant,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  C.  Brown,  C.  A.  A.,  3.    Time,  4m. 

^'*2Syard  run-Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  N.  Y.  A.  C;  j.  H. 
Rush,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  J.  H.  Maybury,  C.  A.  A  ,  3.    Time, 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  I.  K.  Baxter,  N.  Y.  A. 
C,  witl,  6ft.  ^in.  W.  C.  Carroll,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2,  with 
6ft.;  C.  B.  Hamilton.  C.  A.  A.,  and  H.  Holland,  C.  A.  A., 
tied  for  third,  at  5ft.  Sin.  Hamilton  won  third  place 
on  the  toss. 

Relay  race— Won  by  New  York  A.  C.  team,  T.  R. 
Fisher,  B.  J.  Wafers,  M.  W.  Long  and  T.  E.  Burke;  C. 
A.  A.  team,  second,  with  J.  H.  Rush,  D.  H.  Jackson,  V. 
K.  Cassady  and  P.  Jarvis.    Time,  3m.  29  2-5S. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer— Won  by  J.  Flanagan,  N. 
Y.  A.  C,  with  148ft.  I  3-5in.;  J.  C.  McCracken,  N.  Y.  A. 
C,  2,  with  137ft,  ;  C.  H.  Henneman,  C.  A.  A.,  3,  with 
130ft.  J^in. 

Throwing  the  discus— Won  by  B.  P.  Roller,  C.  A.  A., 
with  io6ft.  ^in.;  J.  Flanagan,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2,  with  105ft. 
4Kin.-  R.  Sheldon,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  3-  with  104ft.  Sin. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  weight— Won  by  J.  Flanagan,  N.  Y. 
A  C  ,  with  29ft.  3^in. ;  C.  H.  Henneman,  C.  A.  A.,  2, 
with  28ft.  s^in.  ;   f.  F.  Roller,  0.  A.  A  ,   3,  with  24ft. 

THE   AMATEUR    CHAMPIONSHIP   OF   AMERICA. 

The  seventy-third  annual  contests  for  the 
Amateur  Championship  of  America  were  held 
at  the  Park  Side  Grounds,  Chicago,  111.,  June 
23d.  Out  of  the  seventeen  events  the  New- 
York  A.  C.  won  ten,  Chicago  A.  A.,  six,  and 
Syracuse  University,  one.  The  representatives 
of  other  clubs  who  gained  positions  were  from 
the  New  Jersey  A.  C,  Central  Y.  M.  C.  A., 
.and  the  Milwaukee  A.  C.  The  point-scoring 
was  on  a  base  of  five  for  a  first,  three  for  a 
second  and  one  for  a  third.  One  of  the  sur- 
prises of  the  meet  was  the  defeat  of  J.  H. 
Rush  and  J.  H.  Maybury  in  the  hundred  yards, 
by  their  club  companion,  F.  W.  Jarvis.  The 
times  and  distances  for  the  track  and  field 
events  were  good,  but  in  several  cases  had  been 
surpassed  by  the  winners  themselves  on  other 
occasions. 

The  summary  follows  : 

100-yard  run— Won  by  F.  W.  Jarvis,  C.  A.  A.;  J.  H. 
Rush,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  J.  H.  Maybury,  C.  A.  A.,  3.    Time, 

loS. 

880-yard  run— Won  by  T.  E.  Burke,  N.  Y.  A.  C;  H. 
E.  Manvel,  N,  J.  A.  C,  2;  John  Bray,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  3. 
Time   2m.  2-ss. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  C. 
A.  A.;  W.  B  Rogers,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  P.  O'Day,  C.  A.  A., 
3.    Time,  i-  3-5S 

440-yard  run— Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  N.  ^  A.  C;  P. 
W.  Jarvis,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  H.  E!  Manvel,  N.  J.  A.  C,  3. 
Time,  52s. 

I-mile  run — Won  by  J.  P.  Cregan,  N.  "\  .  A.  C;  A. 
Grant,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  John  Bray.  N.  Y.  A.  C  .,  3.  Time, 
4m.  47S. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  I.  K.  Baxtt  r,  N.  Y.  A. 
C,  6ft.;  W.  C.  Carroll,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2.  5ft.  lin.;  A.  J. 
Kraenzlein,  C.  A   A.,  5,  5ft.  loin. 

220-yard  run — Won  by  J.  H.  Maybury,  C  A.  A. ;  J. 
H.  Rush,  C.  A.  A.,  2;  M.  W.  Long,  N.  Y.  A.  C  ,  3.  Time, 
22  2-5S. 

I-mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  E.  Peabody,  C.  A.  A.; 
Ray  Dawson,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  N.  McDougall,  M.  A  C.,3. 
Time,  2m.  36  2-5S. 


Running  broad  jump — Won  by  Meyer  Prinstein, 
Syracuse  University,  23ft.  7  in. ;  J.  P.  Remington,  N.  Y. 
A.  C.  2,  22ft.  loin.;  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  C.  A.  A.,  3,  22ft. 
8^in. 

22-  yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  A.  C.  Kraenzlein,  C. 
A.  A. ;  W.  B.  Rogers,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  P.  ODay,  C.  A.  A., 
3.     Time,  25  2-5S. 

I  mile  walk— Won  by  W.  B.  Fetterman,  Jr.,  N.  Y.  A. 
C;  H.  W.  Ladd,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2;  R.  M.  Pease,  C.  A.  A.,  3. 
Time,  6ni.  46  4-5S. 

Putting  16-lb.  shot— Won  by  Richard  Sheldon,  N.  Y. 
A.  C  ,  43ft.  8  5-8in.;  J.  C.  McCracken,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2,  42ft. 
7in.    C.  H.  Henneman,  C.  A.  A.,  3,  41ft.  8^in. 

Relay  race,  one  mile— Won  by  New  York  A.  C.  team, 
T.  R.  Fisher,  Jr.,  B.  J.  Wefers,  M.  W.  Long  and  T.  E. 
Burke,  Chicago  A.  A.  team,  J.  H.  Rush,  D.  H.  Jack- 
son, V.  K.  Cassady  and  F.  W.  Jarvis,  a.  Time,  3m. 
40  3-5S. 

Throwing  16-lb.  hammer— Won  by  J.  Flanagan,  N. 
Y.  A.  C,  isift.  10  i-2in;  C.  H.  Henneman,  C.  A.  A.,  2, 
33ft.  sin.,  J.  C.  McCracken,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  3,  132ft.  Sin. 

Throwing  the  discus  -Won  by  C.  H.  Henneman,  C. 
A.  A..  io8ft.  8  s-8in.;  R.  Sheldon,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2,  107ft. 
4  i-2in.'  H.  Paulman,  C.  A.  A.,  3,  loift.,  854 in. 

Throwing  s61b.  weight— Won  by  R.  Sheldon,  N.  Y. 
A.  C,  30ft.  iiin.;  J.  Flanagan,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  2,  30ft.  7  i-2in.; 
C.  H.  Henneman,  C.  A.  A.,  3,  29ft.  i  2in. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  R.  G.  Clapp,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  loft. 
gin.;  O.  E.  Granberg,  C.  Y.  M.  C.  A.,  2,  loft.  6in. ;  F. 
Martin,  C.  A.  A.,  and  P.  E.  Boyle,  M.  A.  C,  tied  at  loft. 
Martin  won  the  jump  off. 

THE    "  ALL-ROUND  "    CHAMPIONSHIP. 

■  The  annual  Fourth  of  July  sports  of  the  New 
Jersey  A.  C.  were  held  at  Bergen  Point,  and  in 
addition  to  the  programme  provided  by  the 
club,  the  all-round  individual  championship  of 
the  A.  A.  U.  was  competed  for.  This  contest, 
which  is  a  splendid  test  of  the  qualities  of  an 
athlete,  failed  to  bring  out  more  than  four 
competitors.  The  honors  for  the  year  fell  to  E. 
C.  White,  of  Cornell  University,  who  although 
he  failed  to  gain  a  first  place  in  any  of  the 
events,  proved  his  superiority  as  a  general  ath- 
lete, by  his  even  work  all  round.  The  nearest 
the  winner  got  to  a  first  place  was  a  tie  with  I. 
K.  Baxter,  in  the  hundred  yards.  White  can 
at  present  hardly  be  considered  the  equal  of 
such  athletes  as  Malcom  W.  Ford,  A.  A.  Jor- 
dan, E.  W.  GofE  or  L.  P.  Sheldon,  but  having 
been  through  the  mill  once  before  he  was  un- 
doubtedly better  able  to  handle  himself,  as  far 
as  judgment  went,  than  his  opponents.  If  he 
stands  by  the  contest  as  Ford  did,  we  may  yet 
see  some  excellent  work  from  him.  The  win- 
ners of  the  championship  from  1884  to  the 
present  date  have  been,  W.  R.  Thompson, 
1884;  Malcom  W.  Ford,  i885-'86-'88  and '89;  A. 
A.  Jordan,  iSSy-'goand  '91;  M  O'SuUivan,  1892  ; 
E.  W.  Goff,  1893  and  '94  ;  J.  Cosgrove,  1S95;  L. 
P.  Sheldon,  1896,  and  E.  H.  Clark,  1897. 

The  handicaps  in  some  of  the  open  events 
kept  the  cracks  out  of  the  front  ranks.  M.  W. 
Long  managed  to  get  home  in  the  quarter,  but 
H.  E.  Manvel  and  J.  S.  Cregan  ran  unplaced  in 
the  half  and  mile. 

OPEN  EVENTS. 

880-yard  run,  handicap— Won  by  John  Brav,  New 
York  A.  C,  10  yards;  George  B.  Holbrook,  Knicker- 
bocker A.  C,  28  yards,  second  ;  J.  H.  Wray,  Anchor 
A.  C,  60  yards,  third.     Time,  im.  ss  2-5S. 

One-mile  bicycle  race  from  scratch  for  novices — 
Won  by  Eccles  Scott,  Bayonne,  N.  J.;  David  J.  Quill, 
New  Jersey  A.  C,  second  ;  Michael  Kennedy,  Acme 
Wheelmen,  third.     Time,  2m.  33  2-5S. 

440-yard  run,  handicap — Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  New 
York  A.  C,  scratch  ;  Michael  J.  Cregan,  New  West 
Side  A.  C,  24  yards,  second  ;  Charles  T.  Myers,  New 
Jersey  A.  C.,  22  yards,  third.     Time,  49  4-5S. 

7S-yard  run,  handicap— Final  heat  won  by  George 
Hoffman,  Anchor  A.  C,  18  feet ;  Charles  W.  Denning, 
Lakewood,  N.  J.,  17  feet,  second  ;  Thomas  R.  Fisher, 
Jr.,  New  York  A.  C,  3  feet,  third.     Time,  7  4-5S. 

One-mile  novice  team  race — The  team  of  the  Catho- 
lic Institute  A.   A.    of   Jersey   City,    comprising  W. 


532 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


O'Donnell,  B.  Rush  Rankin,  J.  Eagan,  and  C.  Proud- 
ford  had  a  walkover,  the  New  Jersey  A.  •.  teain  failing 
to  appear.     Time,  4m.  8  1-5S. 

Two-mile  bicycle  race,  handicap — Won  by  Eccles 
Scott,  Bayonne.  N.  J.,  180  yards  ;  William  L.  McCully, 
New  Jersey  A.  C,  20  yards,  second ;  Le  Roy  See,  South 
Brooklyn  Wheelmen,  scratch,  third.     Time,  5m.  3  1-5S. 

One-mile  run,  handicap — Won  by  James  Sheran, 
New  Jersey  A.  C,  85  yards  ;  John  F.  MoUoy,  unat- 
tached, 60  yards,  second  ;  George  M.  Trede,  Knicker- 
bocker A.  C,  50  yards,  third.     Time,  4m.  24  2-5S. 

880-yard  run  for  novices  from  scratch — Won  by  A.  S. 
Black,  Jersey  City,  N.  J.;  William  H.  Caldwell,  Jr., 
New  York  A.  C,  second  ;  Tremayne  Forbes,  Sea  View 
Harriers,  third.     Time,  2m.  104-5S. 

Throwing  the  s6-lb.  weight,  scratch — James  Sarsfield 
Mitchell,  Pastime  A.  C,  attempted  to  break  his  world's 
record  of  35  ft.  10^  in.  at  this  feat,  but  was  unsuccess- 
ful, his  best  put  being  33  ft.  6  in. 

ALL-ROUND  CHAMPIONSHIP  CONTESTS. 

100-yard  run— I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York  A.  C,  and  E. 
C.  White,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  ran  a  dead  heat  for  first 
place  in  the  first  heat.  Time,  11  i-ss.  Percentage,  .706 
each.  R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C,  finished  third  and 
five  feet  behind  the  pair.  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A. 
C,  arrived  too  late  to  compete  with  the  other  aspir- 
ants, and  ran  alone.     Time,  10  4-53. 

Putting  the  i6-lb.  shot — Won  by  R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pas- 
time A.  C,  35  ft.  i}^  m.;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A.  C, 
33  ft.  6  in.,  second;  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  Yoru  A.  C,  29 
ft.  Z%.   in.,  third  ;  I.  K.  Baxter,   New  York  A.  C,   26  ft. 

1  in.,  percentage  nothing,  fourth. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York 
A.  C,  5  ft.  xiVi  in.:  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C,  5  ft. 
sJ^  in.,  second  ;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  5  ft. 

2  in.,  third  ;  R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C.,  4  ft.  9  in., 
fourth. 

880-yard  walk— Won  by  R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C, 
time  3m.  57  4-5S. ;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  and 
S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C.,  dead  heat  for  second 
place,  time  4m.  12  4-5S. ;  I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York  A.  C, 
fourth,  time  4m.  38  1-5S. 

Throwing  the  i6-lb.  hammer — Won  by  R.  J.  Sheridan, 
Pastime  A.  C,  102  ft.  8  in.;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A. 
C,  96  ft.  bV^  in.,  second  ;  I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York  A.  C, 
65  ft.  6  in.,  third  ;  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C,  63  ft. 
9  in.,  fourth. 

Pole  vault  for  height — First,  I  K.  Baxter,  New  York 
A.  C,  and  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C,  tied  at  10  ft. 
1;^  in.;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  9  ft.  i  in.,  third; 
R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C,  8  ft.  i  in.,  fourth. 

120-yard  hurdle  race — Won  by  S.  K.  Thomas,  New 
York  A.  C,  time  17  2-5S.  ;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A. 
C,  10  ft.  back,  second  ;  I.  K.  Baxter,  23  ft.  back,  third  ; 
R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C,  48  ft.  back,  fourth. 

Throwing  the  56-lb  weight — Won  by  R.  J.  Sheridan, 
Pastime  A.  C,  22  ft.  5)^  in.  ;  E.  C.  White,.  New  Jersey 
A.  C,  second,  22  ft.  i^  in.  ;  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York 
A.  C,  third,  15  ft.  10^  in.  ;  I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York  A. 
C,  fourth,  14  ft.  7^  in.,  did  not  qualify. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  S.  K.  Thomas,  New 
York  A.  C,  19  ft.  ij<  in.;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  ,  A. 
C,  second,  18  ft.  10  in  ;  R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C, 
third,  18  ft.  9^  in.  ;  I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York  A.  C, 
fourth,  18  ft.  4;^  in. 

One-mile  run — Won  by  R.  J.  Sheridan,  Pastime  A.  C, 
time  5m.  43  2-ss.;  E.  C.  White,  New  Jersey  A.  C,  sec- 
ond, time  5m.  54S. ;  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C, 
third,  I  ft.  back  of  White;  I.  K.  Baxter,  New  York  A. 
C,  did  nofT^ualify,  having  withdrawn. 

Following  is  the  tabulated  record  of  the  per- 
centages in  the  all-round  individual  champion- 
ship competition  : 

Sheri-  Bax- 

White.  dan.  Thomas,  ter. 

loo-yard  run 706        671  790  706 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot 352        430  170  o 

Running  high  jump 544        384  648  836 

Half-mile  walk 651        726  651  521 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer 417        501  24  45 

Pole  vault 4S8        296  688  688 

Hurdle  race,  120  yards 680        490  730  615 

Throwing  56-lb.  weight 342        358  42  o 

Running  broad  jump 548        544  574  504 

One-mile  run 515        572  515  o 

Totals S-243      4-972      4.832      3.91S 

METROPOLITAN     CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  annual  championship  ineeting  of  the 
Metropolitan  Association  of  the  A.  A.  U.  was 
held  at  Celtic  Park,   Long  Island,  on  July  9. 


The  competition  was  not  particularly  keen,  but 
the  time  in  some  of  the  events  was  good,  con- 
sidering the  heavy  rain  which  had  fallen  in  the 
morning.  The  New  York  A.  C.  carried  off  first 
honors.  M.  W.  Long  was  the  hero  of  the  day; 
his  excellent  performances  placed  him  in  pos- 
session of  the  sprints  and  quarter.  J.  Flan- 
nagan  defeated  J.  S.  Mitchell,  who  has  placed 
so  many  weight  contests  to  his  credit.  Flan- 
nagan  has,  during  the  past  month,  been  giving 
us  plenty  of  evidence  of  his  ability  as  a  ham- 
mer and  weight  man.  The  mile  was  the  best 
f ought-out  race  of  the  day.  A.  J.  Walsh  kept 
the  field  behind  him  until  the  last  three  hundred 
yards,  when  J.  F.  Cregan  came  up,  and, 
gradually  gaining  ground,  came  in  first  with  a 
fine  finish,  winning  by  less  than  three  yards. 
The  points  won  were  :  New  York  A.  C,  103; 
Xavier  A.  A.,  15  ;  New  Jersey  A.  C,  14; 
Pastime  A.  C,  9  ;  Knickerbocker  A.  C,  6  ; 
Riverside  A.  C  ,  3;   New  West   Side  A.   C,  3. 

100-yard  dash— Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  New  York  A.  C; 
2,  T.  R.  Fisher,  Jr.,  New  York  A.  C;  3,  P.  J.  Walsh, 
Xavier  A.  A.     Time,  10  2  5s. 

Half-mile  run— Won  by  H.  E.  Manvel,  New  Jersey  A. 
C. ;  2,  John  Bray,  New  York  A.  C;  3,  L.  R.  Ostriander. 
Time,  2m.  1-5S. 

1-mile  walk— Won  by  W.  B.  Fetterman,  Jr.,  New 
York  A.  C;  2,  L.  Leibgold,  New  Jersey  A.  C;  3,  H.W. 
Ladd,  New  York  A.  C.    Time,  im.  49  1-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— Won  by  W.  B.  Rogers,  New 
York  A.  C;  2,  C.  A.  O'Rourke,  New  York  A.  C;  3,  B. 
K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C.    Time,  164-5S. 

i-mile  bicycle  race — Won  by  Ray  Dawson,  New  York 
A.  C;  2,  A.  N.  Ramson,  New  Jersey  A.  C. ;  3,  F.  J.  Hen- 
ney,  Xavier  A.  S..     Time,  2m.  42  4-5S. 

Quarter-mile  dash— Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  New  York 
A.  C.  ;  2,  T.  R.  Fisher,  New  York  A.  C;  3,  H.  E.  Man- 
vel, New  Jersey  A.  C.    Time,  51  4-5S. 

i-mile  run— Won  by  J.  F.  Cregan,  New  York  A.  C. ;  2, 
A.  J.  Walsh,  Xavier  A.  A.;  3,  G.  M.  Trede,  Knicker- 
bocker A.  C.    Time,  4m.  40  2-5S. 

220-yard  dash—  Won  by  M.  W.  Long,  New  York  A.  C. ; 
2,  P.  J.  Walsh,  Xavier  A.  A.;  3,  T.  R.  Fisher.  Time, 
23  2-ss. 

220  yard  hurdle— Won  by  W.  B.  Rogers,  New  York 
A.  C. ;  2,  S.  K.  Thomas,  New  York  A.  C.  ;  3,  C.  M. 
Cohen,  Knickerbocker  A.  C.    Time,  28s. 

3-mile  run— Won  by  Alexander  Grant,  New  York  A. 
C. ;  2,  J.  J.  Burke,  Riverside  A.  C.  of  Newark  ;  3,  John 
F.  Malloy,  Xavier  A.  A.     Time,  i6m.  7s. 

Pole  vault— Won  by  R.  G.  Clapp,  New  York  A.  C,  • 
height   lift.  3in.  ;    2,   J.  H.  Hurlburt,  New  York  A.  C, 
height  lift.;  3,  F.  C.  Franz,  Xavier  A.  A.,  height  loft. 
6in. 

Throwing  56-lb.  weight— Won  by  John  Flannagan, 
New  York  A.  C,  distance,  31ft.  9  i  2in.;  2,  J.  S.  Mitchell, 
P.  A.  C,  distance,  30ft.  8  i-2in.:  3,  R.  Sheldon,  New 
York  A.  C,  distance,  27ft.  8  i-2in. 

Throwing  the  discus— Won  by  R.  Sheldon,  New  York 
A.  C  ,  distance,  104ft.  i-2in.;  2,  R.  J.  Sheridan,  P.  A.  C, 
distance,  loift.  7in.;  3,  John  Flannagan,  New  York  A. 
C.,  distance,  99ft.  6in. 

Putting  i6-lb.  shot— Won  by  R.  Sheldon,  New  York 
A.  C,  distance,  43ft.  4in.;  2,  J.  Hertz,  N.  W.  S.  A.  C, 
distance,  42ft.  7  i-8in.;  3,  F.  G.  Beek,  New  Jersey  A.  C, 
distance,  42ft.  4  3-4in. 

Throwing  i6-lb.  hammer— Won  by  John  Flannagan, 
New  York  A.  C,  distance,  156ft.  lin. ;  2,  J.  S.  Mitchell, 
P.  A.  C,  distance,  134ft.  2  i-2in. ;  3,  W.  D.  Hennen,  New 
York  A.  C,  distance,  122ft.  sin. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  D.  J.  O'Sullivan, 
Xavier  A.  A.,  height  5ft.  10  i-4in.;  2,  J.  K.  Baxter,  New 
York  A.  C,  height  5ft.  9  i-4in.;  3,  J.  T.  Mahoney, 
Knickerbocker  A.  C,  height  5ft.  gin. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  E.  B.  Bloss,  New 
York  A.  C,  distance,  22ft.  10  3-4in.;  2,  J.  T.  Mahoney,  K. 
A.  C,  distance,  21ft.  11  i-2in.;  3,  W.  B.  Rogers,  New 
York  A.  C,  distance,  21ft.  10  3-8  in. 

SYRACUSE  A.    C. 

The  open  games  of  the  Syracuse  Athletic 
Club  were  held  at  Syracuse,  N.  Y.,  July  4th. 
Meyer  Prinstein,  the  champion  long  jumper, 
attempted  to  improve  upon  his  remarkable 
record,  but  failed. 

Vigilant. 


KENNEL. 


DOGS   OF   TO-DAY — THE   BLOODHOUND. 

THIS  grand  breed,  now  slowly  but  surely 
gaining  popularity  in  this  country,  is 
the  least  understood  of  all  the  canine 
race.  To  the  uninformed  the  name 
"  bloodhound  "  is  suggestive  of  all  sorts 
of  unpleasaj:}t  ideas,  of  slave  trailing  with 
savage  brutes  who  never  hesitate  over  tearing 
the  throats  of  their  human  victims. 

In  the  first  place  the  name  of  the  dog  is 
against  it,  for,  to  the  ignorant,  the  blood  must 
oi  necessity  be  human  blood.  This  idea,  how- 
ever, is  erroneous,  for  the  original  English 
bloodhound,  now  claimed  by  some  to  be  ex- 
tinct, was  so  named  because  of  its  peculiar 
power  of  scenting  the  blood  of  a  wounded  ani- 
mal, so  that  if  once  put  upon  a  trail,  the  hound 
would  follow  it  through  a  number  of  other 
tracks  until  the  wounded  quarry  was  finally 
overtaken.  This,  as  may  readily  be  imagined, 
was  a  highly  valuable  quality,  especially  in  deer 
hunting,  for  which  sport  the  hound  was  gener- 
ally used. 

The  same  delicate  nose  and  peculiar  instinct 
made  the  dog  extremely  useful  in  tracking 
criminals  and  escaped  slaves,  but  it  must  be 
borne  in  mind  that  the  hounds  used  for  these 
purposes  in  the  past  were  not  the  same  as  the 
dignified,  gentle  creatures  now  seen  upon  our 
show  benches. 

Most  Americans  have  obtained  their  impres- 
sion of  this  dog  from  the  glaring  posters  and 
lying  advertisements  with  which  the  country 
was  flooded  during  the  days  when  "  Uncle 
Tom's  Cabin"  was  the  most  popular  show  on  the 
road.  The  posters  and  advertisements  pictured 
and  described  fierce  bloodhounds  tearing  at 
helpless  negresses  and  devouring  black  pic- 
caninnies as  their  daily  bill  of  fare;  and  as  the 
ignorant,  gullible  general  public  loves  horrors, 
it  fairly  gloated  over  »them  and  vowed  to  give 
those  awful  dogs  a  mighty  wide  berth. 

To  tell  the  truth,  the  ferocious  canines  were 
a  great  card  craftily  played  by  astute  and  some- 
what unscrupulous  managers.  The  alleged 
bloodhounds  which  accompanied  the  theatrical 
companies  were  not  bloodhounds,  but  ugly- 
looking  mongrels — the  uglier  the  better  As 
they  looked  dangerous,  were  always  muzzled, 
and.  were  led  through  the  streets  upon  absurdly 


heavy  chains,  they  excited  fear  and  curiosity, 
drew  crowds  to  see  the  show,  and  carried  the 
point  for  the  promoters.  For  these  the  true 
bloodhound  has  suffered  undeservedly,  and  it 
will  take  considerable  time  to  eradicate  the 
unreasonable  feeling  of  aversion  to  him.  In 
regard  to  the  masquerading  hounds  (?)  I  may 
as  well  say  that  nine-tenths  of  them  were  hulk- 
ing, cowardly,  lazy  curs,  that  thought  only  of 
how  they  could  steal  some  extra  food,  and  knew 
one  thousand  times  more  about  that  than  they 
did  about  trailing. 

The  original  bloodhound  was  rather  excitable 
in  temperament,  uncertain  in  temper,  and  hence 
not  altogether  reliable  as  a  companion.  The 
dog  of  to-day  is  a  kindly,  gentle  fellow,  who 
well  sustains  the  air  of  dignity  and  high-breed- 
ing which  is  inseparable  from  specimens  of 
good  quality. 

More  intelligent  than  the  average  of  hounds, 
the  bloodhound  never  appears  to  greater  ad- 
vantage than  when  he  is  puzzling  out  a  cold 
and  intricate  trail.  Then  the  marvelous  scent- 
ing power  and  astonishing  grasp  of  the  situa- 
tion assert  themselves,  the  dog  warms  to  his 
work  and  is  all  animation,  and  frequently  he 
will  display  reasoning  power  and  develop  tactics 
which  would  not  disgrace  a  man.  His  grand 
voice  sounds  a  ringing  statement  of  his  satis- 
faction as  the  snarl  is  unraveled,  and  then  he  is 
off,  and  not  to  be  baffled  until  he  has  run  the 
trail  from  start  to  finish.  He  is  used  in  some 
parts  of  this  country  to  trail  escaped  convicts, 
and  the  best  proof  that  he  has  not  the  savage- 
ness  of  the  original  breed  lies  in  the  fact  that 
when  he  comes  up  with  his  quarry  he  makes 
no  attempt  to  seize,  but  tells  by  his  baying 
where  the  chase  has  ended.  ^  The  dog  appears 
to  lose  all  interest  in  the  matter  when  once  he 
has  connected  the  trail  with  the  maker  of  it, 
and  while  his  clamor  may  be  terrifying  to  a 
guilty  mortal,  or  to  one  afraid  of  dogs,  it  is 
merely  noise.  The  best  friends  of  the  blood- 
hound are  those  who  know  him  best. 

In  appearance  this  dog  is  peculiar  and  im- 
pressive. No  other  member  of  the  race  pre- 
sents such  a  picture  of  dignified  repose  of  man- 
ner and  mildness.  The  immense  ears,  wrinkles, 
and  long  head  all  aid  this,  and  I  have  ever 
found  the  dog  to  be  what  his  appearance  would 
suggest — a  well-poised,  gentlemanly  fellow. 


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OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


The  points  of  the  bloodhound  include  a  well- 
developed  dome  with  pointed  peak,  a  long  head 
and  narrow  from  the  top  to  the  nose  ;  an  in- 
turned  ear,  long  and  set  low  ;  depth  of  flews  ; 
cheeks  and  forehead  much  wrinkled  (this  being 
developed  when  the  head  is  lowered)  ;  eyes 
deep  set  ;  haw  red,  tear-cups  large,  lower  lid 
pendulous.  The  ears  should  hang  like  damp 
cloths,  and  the  longer  the  better.  The  brisket 
should  be  full,  the  dewlap  sharply  divided  and 


silky  in  texture;  the  keel  rather  low  between 
the  legs.  Dogs  should  stand  from  twenty-five 
to  twenty-seven  inches.  Color,  black-tan,  or 
deep  and  reddish  fawn.  The  whole  body  should 
show  indications  of  strength,  with  round  ribs, 
broad  loin,  and  strong  limbs  and  feet.  The 
voice  long,  loud,  deep  and  melodious.  The 
illustration,  an  excellent  specimen,  will  give  a 
good  idea  of  this  dog's  appearance. 

Nomad. 


ROD   AND   GUN. 


THE   TEAL. 

THE  two  swift-winged  little  fellows  whose 
portraits  I  give  are  known  and  loved 
by  every  sportsman,  and  right  well  do 
they  deserve  it.  After  having  shot 
ducks  over  decoys,  from  stands,  by 
"  jumping,"  and  in  "  fly- ways  "  of  about  every 
possible  description,  I  am  inclined  to  rank  the 
teal,  all  points  fairly  considered,  as  our  best 
web-footed  game.  Of  course,  the  men  of  the 
Chesapeake  and  the  patrons  of  the  small  cafe 
will  swear  by  the  canvasback,  as  many  others 
will  swear  by  the  mallard,  black  duck,  red- 
head and  bluebill,  yet  the  dainty  teal  need  not 
dread  a  fair  comparison. 

Yielding  the  palm  for  beauty  only  to  the 
lovely  wood-duck,  this  palatable  pigmy  has 
other  qualities  which  endear  him  to  every  man 
who  shoots  for  pleasure.  The  teal  flies  like  a 
bullet  in  feathers  ;  he  is  so  small  that  only  the 
deadliest  of  shooting  will  fairly  stop  his  whiz- 
zing speed,  and,  when  prepared  by  a  chef  who 
rightly  understands  his  art,  this  diminutive 
duck  is  the  peer  of  the  best  of  our  game,  not 
even  excepting  the  toothsome  woodcock. 

I  have  a  vivid  recollection  of  a  chilly  even- 
ing, when  the  foam  roped  the  black  rim  of  the 
marsh,  when  a  western  gale  piped  through 
rush  and  rice,  and  the  sky-line  blazed  with  the 
angry  glare  of  a  dying  sun.  Half  a  mile  be- 
hind my  stand  lay  a  large  pond,  and  for  miles 
in   front  spread  the  restless  surface  of  open 


lake.  Wind-driven  came  the  teal,  singly,  and 
by  twos  and  threes,  and  when  a  teal  is  hurried 
and  has  a  wind  at  his  tail,  he  moves  as  few 
feathered  things  know  how  to  do.  A  black 
spot  against  the  sunset,  a  hum  of  nervous  pin- 
ions, a  hasty  allowance  of  five,  eight  or  ten 
feet — and,  -very  frequently,  a  dying  sound  of 
wings  passing  into  the  gloom  behind  !  He 
was  indeed  a  fine  shot  who  stopped  three  out 
of  five  of  the  missiles  which  hurtled  past  during 
that  memorable  half  hour.  It  was  lively  work, 
and  when  a  charge  caught  a  bird  fair  and  true, 
the  heart  pumped  a  bit  faster  under  the  closely- 
buttoned  canvas. 

There  were  no  cripples  to  chase  after.  Birds 
killed  clean  shot  ahead  for  many  yards,  and  if 
any  had  life  in  them  after  the  lead  found  them, 
the  shock,  when  they  struck  even  soft  ground, 
settled  the  matter  Never  have  I  enjoyed  bet- 
ter sport,  and  although  only  some  fifteen  birds 
fell  to  two  guns,  each  was  a  small  triumph  in 
its  way,  and  we  had  the  satisfaction  of  know- 
ing that  every  feather  had  been  fairly   earned. 

One  other  experience  also  stands  out  prom- 
inently. Two  of  us  were  driving  past  St. 
Boniface,  just  outside  of  Winnipeg,  bound 
upon  a  chicken  shoot,  when  we  noticed  four 
small  lumps  upon  the  river-bank.  The  lumps 
proved  to  be  greenwings,  and  we  stalked  them 
to  within  thirty-five  yards.  A  smart  breeze 
helped  the  teal  when  they  rose,  and  the  way 
the  four  devoured  space  was  a  caution.     Brum 


ROJ)  AND   GUN. 


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— brum — brum — brum  !  and  one  after  the  other 
the  four  feU  forming  as  pretty  a  picture  as  one 
could  wish  to  see. 

When  we  had  secured  them  and  returned  to 
the  rig  our  boy-driver  was  grinning  like  a  wolf, 
and  he  said  :  "  One  teal,  two  teal,  three  teal, 
four  teal  — •  bing  —  bang  —  bong  —  bung  !  —  no 
teal !  " 

That  four-barrel  incident  will  not  down.  We 
had,  I  know,  fine  sport  that  day,  and  bagged 
many  grouse,  yet  not  another  feature  of  the 
trip  has  lived  through  the  drouth  of  years. 

The  green-winged  teal  {Netiw7i  cat-oh'nenszs) 
and  the  blue-winged  tea\{QuerqueduIa  discors) 
are  found  pretty  generally  throughout  North 
America.  The  greenwing  breeds  chiefly  north 
of  the  United  States,  while  the  bluewing 
breeds  in  the  Northern  States  and  further 
north.  The  former  migrates  south  to  Hon- 
duras and  Cuba,  the  latter  to  the  West  Indies 
and  northern  South  America.  There  is  a 
Western  variety,  the  Western  blue-winged  teal 
{Querqiiedula  cyanoptera),  which  is  as  good 
as  the  others.  It  is  known  to  most  sportsmen 
as  the  "  cinnamon  teal." 

The  drawings  I  made  from  drakes  in  the  full 
spring  plumage. 

SHOOTING. 

By  the  time  this  reaches  my  readers  the  reg- 
ular annual  attack  upon  the  shore  birds  will 
have  begun  all  along  our  beaches.  Upon  July 
5th  a  few  birds  were  seen  above  Far  Rockaway, 
and  several  reports  mentioned  birds  at  other 
points.  This  was  somewhat  early,  and  it  may 
have  indicated  a  better  and  earlier  flight  than 
the  average.  The  wheel  appears  likely  to  fig- 
are  prominently  in  shore-bird  shooting,  and 
both  as  an  advantage  and  a  disadvantage. 
While  the  wet  sand  offers  good  going  for  a 
wheeling  sportsman,  and  does  away  with  many 
a  long  tramp,  it  also  appeals  to  those  who  do 
not  shoot,  yet  enjoy  a  spin  by  the  sad  sea 
waves  just  about  the  time  when  the  shooting 
fellow  has  got  his  blind  all  fixed  up  and  is 
ready  for  business.  A  few  wandering  cyclists 
pumping  along  the  coast  Ime  can  drive  all  the 
waders  of  a  district  so  far  that  sportsmen  will 
not  see  them  again  within  many  hours. 

In  spite  of  a  tardy  and  very  wet  spring,  re- 
ports from  northern  New  York  and  Pennsyl- 
vania are  encouraging.  There  appear  to  be 
plenty  of  young  grouse  and  woodcock,  al- 
though the  latter  are  much  scattered,  many 
grounds  ordinarily  to  be  relied  upon  containing 
few  birds,  while  at  other  points  the  "  crop  "  is 
up  to  standard.  I  hear  from  western  Ontario 
that  the  quail  wintered  well,  and  that  fine 
shooting  is  confidently  expected.  From  the 
West  word  comes  that  "  chickens  "  and  other 
grouse  and  quail  are  as  numerous  as  in  average 
years,  and  friends  in  Wisconsin  and  northern 
Michigan  promise  rare  good  sport  with  deer 
and  grouse  if  I  can  visit  them  this  fall.  There 
should  be  good  shooting,  too,  in  Minnesota, 
Manitoba  and  the  Canadian  provinces  west. 
In  Manitoba  elk  have  increased  during  a  pro- 
tection period,  and  a  letter  just  received  from 
Winnipeg  promises  antlers  worth  the  winning. 

PENNSYLVANIA   NOTES. 

It  was  my  good  fortune  to  get  away  for  a 
few  days  early  last  month,  and  Fate,  or  what- 


ever assigns  to  a  weary  mortal  a  wondrous 
pleasant  billet,  guided  me  to  that  grand  gran- 
ary— Southern  Pennsylvania.  My  friends  live 
just  far  enough  South  to  be  ideal  hosts,  and  if 
a  mortal  could  be  killed  by  kindness  there 
would  be  a  turned  rule  over  this  department  of 
Outing,  and  at  the  head  of  the  editorials  that 
sweetly  pathetic  write-up,  which,  unfortunately, 
a  poor  devil  doesn't  get  till  he's  dead.  I  like 
write-ups,  but  not  at  the  price,  so  here  I  am. 

Well,  Pennsylvania  is  good  enough  for  me  ! 
It  was  roasting  hot  about  the  ist,  but  near 
II  p.  M.,  when*  I  had  joined  the  group  upon 
mine  host's  lovely,  moonlit,  and  vaguely- 
bounded  lawn,  I  forgot  all  about  the  rattle  and 
roar  of  Gotham  and  the  sweltering  heat  of  her 
sheer-vs^alled  canons.  The  grass  was  like  green 
fur,  the  shadows  of  the  noble  trees  were  like 
marvelous  silhouettes,  the  fountain  sang  like  a 
mountain  stream,  only  rivaled  by  the  soothing 
murmur  of  cultivated  feminine  voices  I  had 
not  noticed  St.  Peter  at  the  gate,  yet  until  the 
mint-julips  came  (bless  'em  !),  I  fancied  I  was  in 
Paradise — after  they  came,  I  knew  I  was  in 
Paradise,  but  that  is  a  detail. 

Never  have  I  beheld  a  fairer  agricultural 
country  than  enrolled  like  a  mighty  scroll  be- 
fore us,  as  we  sped  forth  behind  a  dashing  pair 
next  morning  about  sunrise.  We  traversed  the 
cream  of  the  limestone  country,  up  hill  and 
down  dale,  past  solid-looking  farm  houses  and 
huge  barns  ;  past  cool,  green  woods  of  oak, 
chestnut  and  walnut,  locust  and  other  valuable 
timber  ;  past  leagues  of  trim  fences  with  every 
panel  in  repair;  past  well-bred,  fine-looking 
cattle  in  which  Jersey  blood  predominated,  and 
always  past  farms — long,  curving  reaches  of 
quivering  young  corn,  alternating  with  mighty 
billows  of  ripened  wheat,  truly  forming  the 
field  of  the  cloth  of  gold.  It  was  a  magnifi- 
cent panorama,  and  beyond  it  all  rose  the  long 
purple  barriers  of  the  hills  eternal — blue,  for- 
ested and  cool — a  superb  framing  for  a  noble 
picture  ! 

In  the  cool  of  the  mountain  side  lay  grassy 
levels  watered  by  living  springs,  and  here  we 
found  them — not  too  many,  but  enough.  They 
flushed  with  the  same  old  twittering  whistle 
and  bored  for  the  densest  cover  in  the  same  old 
aggravating  way,  and  we  hurled  the  number 
ten  after  them  and  hit  tree-boles,  branches  and 
occasionally  birds,  as  it  was  in  the  beginning, 
as  it  is  now,  and  as  I  trust  it  ever  shall  be. 

Other  days  brought  other  delights.  In  a  V- 
shaped  vale,  between  grand  hills,  sang  a  goodly 
stream,  controlled  for  miles  by  mine  host.  The 
weather  was  very  warm,  the  sun  was  very 
bright  and  the  water  was  very  low,  yet  the 
game  beauties  were  there.  A  careless  tread 
upon  a  log  sent  half  a  dozen  fish  phantoms 
glancing  to  uncertain  retreats,  a  noisy  move- 
ment among  the  boulders  started  gleaming 
shapes  up  the  riffies.  We  played  they  were 
Spaniards  and  bushwhacked  for  them  in  subtle 
earnest.  We  sneaked  behind  trees — yes,  we 
got  down  on  all  fours  and  crawled  for  them^- 
and  we  got  some  of  them,  too  ! 

The  prospect  for  game  appeared  excellent. 
Once,  while  fishing,  I  heard  a  faint  rustling,  fol- 
lowed by  a  measured  thump — thump — thump. 
There  was  no  bleat  or  whistle,  yet  I  fancy  I  know 
what  was  behind  the  thickets.  Grouse  and 
squirrels  haunt  the  nut  woods,  and  a  rugged 


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old  mountaineer,  so  rugged  that  I  looked  for 
moss  on  the  north  side  of  him,  told  us  where 
the  wild  turkeys  were  "  h'anting."  Rabbits 
were  beneath  notice,  and  those  toothsome  sand- 
pipers, the  so-called  "upland  plover,"  occa- 
sionally showed  in  the  fields.  Quail  seemed 
to  be  plentiful.  The  familiar  call  rang  across 
the  open,  and  we  saw  many  pairs  beside  the 
road.  Unless  my  judgment  is  seriously  at 
fault,  there  will  be  capital  quail  shooting  when 
the  season  rolls  around. 

Apropos  of  the  quail.  The  Pennsylvania 
birds  are  very  large,  and  a  careful  inspection 
of  a  number  at  close  range  convinced  me  that 
their  coloration  is  richer  than  it  is  in  the  aver- 


age specimens  of  the  family.  They  resemble 
the  best  native  birds  of  western  Ontario,  but 
in  the  cocks  that  I  saw,  the  white  stripe  over 
the  eye  appeared  to  be  considerably  broader 
and  of  a  purer  white  than  I  had  previously  no- 
ticed.    This,  presumably,  is  a  local  variation. 

Pleasant  jaunts  like  this  come  to  an  end  all 
too  soon,  and  presently  I  was  back  in  Gotham 
with  all  those  wonderful  landscapes  and  pleas- 
ant surroundings  left  far  behind.  Between  the 
warmth  of  my  welcome,  and  the  many  kind- 
nesses which  had  enveloped  me,  when  they 
were  stowed  in  memory's  vaults,  and  I  braved 
the  climate  of  the  metropolis  without  them,  I 
came  near  catching  cold.       Ed.  W.  Sandys. 


BASEBALL  IN  THE  EAST. 


W 


'HATEVER  may 
be  said  about 
the  champion- 
ship among  the 
Eastern  colleges 
for  the  year  1898,  Yale 
certainly  deserves  the 
credit  of  making  the  best 
use  of  her  material  and 
of  pursuing  a  course  of 
steady  development 
which  brought  the  team 
to  its  best  work  at  the 
close  of  the  season. 
Further,  it  is  not  too 
much  to  say  that  Yale,  in 
her  closing  series,  was 
probably  playing  better 
ball  than  was  played  for 
a  series  by  any  other 
Eastern  team  during  the 
season.  The  men  started 
in  very  well,  were  as- 
signed their  places  early  in  the  season,  and  the 
team  played  with  scarcely  a  change  in  its  make- 
up to  the  end.  The  result  was  good  team  play, 
due  to  a  thorough  understanding  by  each 
player  of  what  to  expect  from  the  other  mem- 
bers of  the  team. 

Sullivan  is  not  a  first-class  catcher,  but  he 
was  steady  and  reliable  and  improved  every 
day — a  most  encouraging  trait  in  a  ball-player. 
Wadsworth  developed  into  a  good  first  base- 
man and  a  timely  hitter.  De  Saulles,  Camp 
and  Hazen  played  a  fair  individual  game,  but 
played  well  together  and  made  a  good  infield. 
Fearey  started  in  at  a  very  rapid  pace  as  a 
pitcher,  but  gave  out  in  mid-season  and  was 
succeeded  by  Greenway.  Greenway  was  pop- 
ularly supposed  to  have  a  weak  arm,  and  the 
record  of  the  year  shows  that  the  Yale  coachers 
did  not  wish  to  use  him  except  in  an  emer- 
gency. The  emergency  came  when  Yale  lost 
the  first  game  of  both  her  Princeton  and  her 
Harvard  series,  and  Greenway's  work  was  good 
enough  to  give  Yale  the  victory  in  both  cases. 
At  his  best,  he  is  probably  the  most  reliable 
pitcher  in  college  to-day.  Yale's  outfield  was 
composed  of  good  players  and  was  the  strongest 
college  outfield.  Greenway,  Wear  and  Wal- 
lace, with  Eddy  for  substitute,  made  an  ex- 
ceedingly strong  combination.  Yale's  strength 
lay  in  Greenway's  pitching  and  her  good  team- 
play. 


Pennsylvania  had  a  marvelous  record  up  to 
the  time  of  her  Eastern  trip,  which  closed  her 
season.  Up  to  that  time  she  had  played  twen- 
ty-one games  and  lost  but  two,  most  of  them 
being  very  close  pitchers'  contests,  when  steady 
work  in  the  field  and  in  the  box  were  absolutely 
necessary  to  secure  victory.  Pennsylvania 
could  not  bat,  and  had  won  nearly  all  her 
games  by  the  hardest  kind  of  work  and  gener- 
ally by  one  or  two  runs.  The  trip  East  resulted 
in  two  overwhelming  defeats  at  the  hands  of 
Brown  and  Holy  Cross  and  a  2-1  defeat  by 
Harvard — probably  the  best  game  of  ball 
played  by  Eastern  college  nines  this  year. 
The  team  deserves  the  credit  of  playing  the 
steadiest  game  of  the  year  among  our  Eastern 
colleges,  and  would  have  been  invincible  with 
a  few  good  hitters.  Of  the  players  individually 
but  little  need  be  said.  The  fielding  was  al- 
ways good,  the  team  work  of  the  best  and  the 
batting  weak.  As  a  pitcher  Brown  shares  with 
Greenway  the  honor  of  being  the  most  effect- 
ive of  the  year,  and  his  record  is  certainly  more 
creditable  than  Greenway's  when  we  consider 
that  he  pitched  in  five  times  as  many  games  as 
Greenway  and  that  his  two  defeats  were  no 
fault  of  his.  Pennsylvania  icertainly  has  the 
best  season's  record  among  the  colleges  of  the 
East. 

Princeton  started  out  very  strongly  and 
seemed  certain  of  her  Yale  series.  Her  play  in 
the  Harvard  series  was  of  a  very  high  order, 
but  the  whole  nine  fell  off  in  its  work  against 
Yale  and  seemed  unable  to  stand  the  strain  of 
a  hard  series  Still,  Princeton  did  remarkably 
well,  considering  that  she  had  so  many  places 
to  fill  with  new  men. 

Kafer  is  the  best  college  catcher  for  some 
years,  all  things  considered,  and  his  work  this 
year  has  been  always  of  a  high  order.  Hilde- 
brand  pitched  strongly  all  the  season,  but  did 
not  do  himself  justice  in  the  Yale  series.  Kelly, 
at  first,  played  his  usual  strong  game,  but  the 
remainder  of  the  infield  was  unsteady  at  crit- 
ical points.  The  outfield,  composed  of  Easton, 
Suter  and  Watkins,  was  strong,  the  first  two 
doing  especially  good  work.  Princeton  won 
her  Harvard  series,  but  lost  to  Yale. 

Harvard's  team,  after  her  Princeton  series, 
received  a  good  shaking  up,  took  on  two  new 
players,  and  then,  without  its  captain  and  best 
run-getter,  administered  a  crushing  defeat  to 
Brown,  and  gave  Yale  a  very  close  rub  for  her 
series.    Just  what  the  result  might  have  been 


BASEBALL   IN   THE  EAST. 


537 


if  the  men  had  gone  to  work  in  earnest  from 
the  start  is  hard  to  say.  Poor  coaching  and 
base-running  threw  away  runs  enough  to  win 
the  third  Yale  game,  and  team-work  at  the  bat 
was  conspicuous  by  its  absence.  The  fielding 
was  generally  good  and  the  work  of  Freshman 
Reid  behind  the  bat  was  extraordinary.  The 
nine  had  too  many  candidates  for  pitchers  to 
give  any  one  man  a  chance  to  attain  his  best 
form,  and  Hayes  and  Fitz  would  certainly  have 
been  more  effective  in  the  Yale  series  if  they 
had  been  used  during  the  whole  season.  Lewis 
was  finally  brought  out  and  placed  on  first, 
where  his  aggressive  and  earnest  work  braced 
up  the  whole  infield.  He  needs  coaching  in 
throwing.  Houghton  played  a  very  fine  game 
at  second  during  June,  and  Laughlin  steadied 
down  wonderfully.  Robinson,  at  third,  devel- 
oped into  one  of  the  most  valuable  players 
Harvard  ever  had,  his  batting,  base-running 
and  throwing  being  especially  good.  Rand 
was  the  only  first-class  outfielder  Harvard  had, 
though  Sears,  a  new  man,  is  an  excellent  fielder. 
Harvard  loses  very  few  of  her  men,  and  should 
be  very  strong  next  year. 

Brown's  team  played  rather  erratic  ball  all 
through  the  year,  defeating  Pennsylvania  16-0 
and  losing  to  Harvard  14-3  all  in  one  week, 
as  a  wind-up  for  her  season.  The  nine  won- 
from  Yale  and  tied  most  of  her  other  series. 
As  is  usual,  Brown's  infield  was  very  strong 
and  played  with  a  snap  and  dash  unknown  to 
the  other  college  teams.  Fultz  and  Lauder 
were  the  particular  stars  of  the  team,  though 
Bacon  at  short  was  a  very  valuable  man. 
Sedgwick  deserves  great  credit  for  his  work,  he 
having  all  the  work  to  do  and  doing  it  uni- 
formly well.  For  so  light  a  man  his  work  is 
remarkably  good. 

Cornell  has  played  no  games  since  the  last 
records.  Cornell's  ball  teams  are  not  up  to  the 
standard  set  by  her  crews. 

As  a  result  of  this  year's  play,  the  downfall 
of  the  New  England  Association  seems  immi- 
nent. Dartmouth  has  long  been  too  strong 
for  Amherst  and  Williams  in  all  branches  of 
athletics  save  baseball,  and  this  year  Dart- 
mouth seems  to  have  brought  her  baseball  on  a 
par  with  her  other  athletic  work.  The  result 
is  a  feeling  on  the  part  of  her  students  that 
Brown  is  her  natural  opponent,  and  a  very 
frank  confession  on  that  part  of  Amherst  and 
Williams  graduates,  at  least,  that  Dartmouth's 
place  in  the  league  might  well  be  filled,  if  at 
all,  by  some  smaller  college  that  will  put  out 
less  formidable  teams.  Just  what  will  be  done 
is  not  at  all  decided,  but  some  change  is  looked 
for  by  those  who  are  best  posted.  The  games 
this  year  resulted  in  a  clean  string  of  the  easi- 
est kind  of  victories  for  Dartmouth. 

The  practice  of  making  up  all- America  teams 
is  not  so  popular  as  it  was  a  few  years  ago. 
The  selection  of  the  nine  best  players  of  the 
East  may  be  attempted  with  some  prospect  of 
success. 

Kafer,  of  Princeton,  is  the  best  of  our  college 
catchers,  with  Reid,  of  Harvard,  almost  as 
good.  Of  the  pitchers,  Brown,  of  Pennsylvania, 
Greenway,  of  Yale,  Hildebrand,  of  Princeton, 
and  Sedgwick,  of  Brown,  are  the  best.  Green- 
way  is  probably  the  strongest  of  the  lot.  Kelly 
is  tl]je  best  of  the  first-basemen,  and  Lander  of 
the    third-basemen,    though     Mc Andrews,    of 


Dartmouth,  is  almost  Lander's  equal,  and  Rob- 
inson, of  Harvard,  though  a  freshman,  not  far 
behind.  At  second,  Fultz  is  undoubtedly  the 
most  valuable  man.  As  a  lively,  aggressive, 
irrepressible  player,  he  is  in  a  class  by  himself. 
Haughton  is  also  a  remarkably  good  second- 
baseman.  In  the  outfield  Greenway  and  Easton 
are,  all  things  considered,  the  best  men.  Rand, 
of  Harvard,  is  entitled  to  the  third  place,  his 
batting,  base-running  and  fielding  being  of  the 
very  best. 

BROWN,   16  ;    UNIVERSITY    OF    PENNSYLVANIA,    O. 

Providence,  June  12th. — Pennsylvania  closed 
her  season  and  a  disastrous  Eastern  trip  by  an 
overwhelming  defeat  at  Brown's  hands.  Sedg- 
wick was  very  effective,  while  Pennsylvania's 
three  pitchers  were  all  batted  for  runs.  Bacon 
played  a  wonderful  game  for  Brown,  making 
five  hits  and  accepting  seven  out  of  eight 
chances. 

HARVARD,    14  ;     BROWN,    3. 

Providence,  June  i^th. — Harvard  assisted 
at  Brown's  commencement  exercises  by  hit- 
ting Sedgwick  all  over  the  field,  and  giving 
Brown  her  worst  defeat  of  the  season.  The 
Brown  players  could  not  hit  Hayes,  and  their 
fielding  was  far  from  the  Brown  standard. 
This  game  closed  Brown's  season,  and  left  the 
Harvard  series  a  tie. 

YALE,    8  ;     PRINCETON,    3. 

New  York,  June  i8th. — Princeton  could  not 
make  runs  owing  to  Greenway's  pitching  and 
the  fine  work  of  Yale's  outfield,  while  poor 
work  in  Princeton's  infield  made  run-getting 
easy  for  Yale.  The  work  of  both  infields  was 
poor,  but  Princeton's  errors  were  more  costly. 
This  gam^e  gave  Yale  her  Princeton  series. 

HARVARD,  9  ;    YALE,  4. 

Cambridge,  June  2jd. — Harvard  surprised  a 
class-day  crowd  by  winning  one  of  the  most 
interesting  Yale  games  ever  played  in  Cam- 
bridge. Both  sides  hit  hard,  but  Harvard's 
fielding  was  steadier  and  her  hits  better 
bunched.  Yale's  fourteen  men  left  on  bases 
shows  Hayes'  effectiveness  at  critical  points. 
Both  sides  had  men  on  bases  in  nearly  every 
inning,  and  the  game  was  a  decided  success 
from  the  spectator's  standpoint. 

YALE,  7  ;    HARVARD,  O. 

New  Haven,  June  28th.  —  Greenway  went 
into  the  box  and  shut  out  Harvard  in  the  second 
game  of  the  series.  The  game  was  close  and 
interesting  till  a  double  play  by  Yale  in  the 
third  inning  with  the  bases  full,  after  which 
Harvard  seemed  to  lose  hope.  Hayes  was  very 
steady  and  had  excellent  control,  but  was  hit 
hard. 

YALE,  3  ;    HARVARD,   I. 

New  York,  July  2d. — Yale  won  the  deciding 
game  of  her  Harvard  series  because  her  hits 
were  bunched.  Wadsworth  made  three  hits, 
was  twice  batted  home  by  Greenway  and  drove 
in  the  third  run  himself.  Greenway's  fine 
pitching  is  largely  accountable  for  Harvard's 
small  score,  but  Harvard  lost  at  least  two  runs 
in  poor  coaching  and  base -running.  Fitz 
pitched  a  very  effective  game  against  Yale's 
left-handers,  and  was  well  supported  in  the 
field.  Yale's  work  was  cleaner  and  steadier 
and  deserved  the  victory.  Post  Captain. 


53^ 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


LAWN  TENNIS. 


V.  , 


,  'iti" 


METROPOLITAN     CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

HE  second  annual 
tournament    for 
the     New    York 
City  Metropolitan 
championships 
was  successfully  conduct- 
ed by  the  West 
Side     Tennis 
Club  during  the 
week  commenc- 
ing June  21. 

The  club's 
dirt  courts  were 
in  superb  con- 
dition, and  a 
large  entry  was 
received.  There 
were  a  number 
of  visiting  play- 
ers,  among 
whom  were  J. 
C.  Davidson,  of 
Washington, 
the  new  South- 
ern champion  ; 
H.  H.  Hackett, 
Yale  champion; 
T.A  Allen,  also 
of  Yale  ;  A.  P. 
Hawes,  of  Boston  ;  H.  E.  Avery,  of  Detroit  ;  R. 

D.  Little,  of  Princeton  ;  T.  W.  Stephens,  of 
Pittsburg  ;  E.  T.  Buckingham,  of  Bridgeport, 
Conn.,  champion,  besides  E.  P.  Fischer,  O.  M. 
Bostwick  and  R.  D.  Thurber,  of  New  York. 

The  scores  follow  : 

Championship  singles:  Preliminarv  round — O.  M. 
Bostwick  beat  E.  H.  Thayer,  6—2,  6—2  ;  R.  D.  Thurber 
beat  A.  L.  Marsh,  6—0,  6—1  ;  H.  H.  Hackett  beat  W.  B. 
Cragin,  Jr.,  6—0,  6—2  ;  W.  Gordon  Parker  beat  Dean 
Emery,  6 — i,  6 — 3. 

First  round— Lorraine  Wyeth  beat  R.  D.  Little,  6 — 2, 
6—4  ;  J.  C  .  Davidson  beat  Ralph  Hickox,  6 — 4,  6—1  ;  E. 
T.  Buckingham  beat  J.  Brown,  by  default;  E.  P. 
Fisher  beat  A.  P.  Hawes,  7^5,  6 — 2  ;  H.  E.  Avery  beat 
T.  L.  Miller,  by  default  ;  O.  M.  Bostwick  beat  W. 
Gordon  Parker,  6—3,  6—1  ;  H.  H.  Hackett  beat  R.  D 
Thurber,  by  default ;  J.  A.  Allen  beat  C.  E.  Fennessy, 
6 — 2,  6 — 4. 

Second  round — J.  A.  Allen  beat  Lorraine  Wyeth, 
6 — 3,6-0:  J.  C.  Davidson  beat  O.  M.  Bostwick,  6 — 2, 
6—4  ;  H.  H.  Hackett  beat  E.  T.  Buckingham,  6—1,  6—3; 

E.  P.  Fischer  beat  H.  E.  Avery,  6—2,  6-2. 
Semi-final  round— J.   C.  Davidson  beat  J.  A.  Allen, 

4—6,  6—4,  6—2  ;  E.  P.  Fischer  beat  H.  H.  Hackett,  7— g, 
6 — 4,  6 — 4. 

Final  round— E.  P.  Fischer  beat  J.  C.  Davidson,  7—5, 
6 — 2. 

Championship  round— E.  P.  Fischer,  challenger, 
beat  S.  C.  Millett,  holder,  6— 3,  6—4,  6—2. 

Championship  doubles  :  Preliminary  round— A.  P. 
Hawes  and  R.  D.  Little  beat  T.  M.  Donohue  and  Dean 
Emery,  6—3,  6—3  ;  T.  W.  Stephens  and  Dr.  H.  Howell 
beat  C.  E.  Fennessy  and  Ralph  Hickox,  6—2,  6—4. 

First  round— E.  P.  Fischer  and  R.  D.  Thurber  beat 
W.Turk  and  M.  Bandler,  6—3,6—0;  H.  H.  Hackett 
and  J.  A.  Allen  beat  A.  P.  Hawes  and  R.  D.  Little, 
6—0,  6—2  ;  J.  C.  Davidson  and  O.  M.  Bostwick  beat  T. 
W.  Stephens  and  Dr.  H.  Howell,  6—4,  2—6,  6—3  ;  E.  H. 
Thayer  and  C.  S.  Batt  beat  H.  E.  Gill  and  J.  Pearce, 
6—3,  6—2. 

Semi-final  round— E.  P.  Fischer  and  R.  D.  Thurber 
beat  H.  H.  Hackett  and  J.  A.  Allen,  6-4,  6—4;  J.  C. 
Davidson  and  O.  M.  Bostwick  beat  E.  H.  Thayer  and 
C.  S.  Batt,  6—0,  7—5. 

Final  round— E.  P.  Fischer  and  R.  D.  Thurber  beat 
J.  C.  Davidson  and  O.  M.  Bostwick,  4 — 6,  6 — 4,  6 — 3. 

Handicap  singles  :  Preliminary  round — T.  M.  Dono- 
hue (half  15)  beat  Ralph  Hickox  (owe  half  15"),  6 — 3, 
6 — o  ;  A.  P.  Hawes  (owe  half  15)  beat  R.  D.  Little  (owe 
half  15),  6—2,   6 — 2 ;   E.  T.  Buckingham  (scratch)   beat 


M.  R.  Baldwin  (15),  6—1,  6—4;  W.  B.  Cragin,  Jr. 
(scratch),  beat  Dean  Emery  (half  15),  6 — i,  6 — 3  ;  O.  M. 
Bostwick  (owe  half  30)  beat  A.  L.  Marsh  (15)  6 — o,  6 — o  ; 
H.  E.  Avery  (owe  half  15)  beat  J.  Pearce  (15)  6 — 2,  4 — 6, 
6—4  ;  T.  W.  Stephens  (scratch)  beat  P.  D.  Thurber 
(owe  half  30)  by  default ;  H.  H.  Hackett  (owe  half  30) 
beat  E.  H.  Thayer  (scratch),  4 — 6,  6—1,  6—2. 

First  round — Dr.  H.  H.  Hey  wood  (owe  half  15)  beat 
C.  S.  Batt  (half  15),  6—3,  6—4;  A.  D.  Smith  (30)  beat  M. 
Ruggles  (scratch),  by  default  ;  J.  C.  Davidson  (owe  30) 
beat  H.  E.  Gill  (15),  6—3,  7—5;  A.  P.  Hawes  (owe  half 
15)  beat  T.  M.  Donohue  (half  15),  7—5,  5—7,  8—6;  H.  E. 
Avery  (owe  half  15)  beat  H.  H.  Hackett  (owe  half  30) 
10-8,  defaulted  ;  T.  W.  Stephens  (scratch)  beat  E.  T. 
Buckingham  (scratch),  6—4,  6—2  ;  W.  B.  Cragin,  Jr. 
(scratch),  beat  O.  M.  Bostwick  (owe  half  30),  7 — 5,  8—6  ; 
M.  Clark  (30)  beat  C.  E.  Fennessy  (15).  6 — i,  6—0. 

Second  round — Dr.  H.  H.  Heywood  (owe  iialf  15) 
beat  A.  D.  Smith  (30),  6 — 4,  6 — o  ;  A.  P.  Hawes  (one-half 
15)  beat  H.  E.  Avery  (owe  half  15)  8—6,  g— 7  ;  T.  W. 
Stephens  (scratch)  beat  W.  B.  Cragin,  Jr.  (scratch), 
7 — 5.  6 — 4  ;  M.  Clark  (30)  beat  J.  C  Davidson  (owe  30), 
6—1,  6—3. 

Semi-final  round — A.  P.  Hawes  (owe  half  1=)  beat  Dr. 
H.  H.  Heywood  (one  half  15),  6—3,  6 — 2 ;  M.  Clark  (30) 
beat  T.  W.  Stephens  (scratch),  6 — 1,6 — i. 

Final  round — M.  Clark  (30)  beat  A.  P.  Hawes  (owe 
half  15),  6 — 4,  6 — o,  6 — 2. 

Consolation  singles  :  Final  round — A.  P.  Hawes  beat 
C.  E.  Fennessy,  6 — 3,  6—1. 

STATE   CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  New  Jersey  State  Championship  Tour- 
nament  was  held  on  the  courts  of  the  Orange 
Lawn  Tennis  Club,  June  nth  and  following 
days.  There  was  an  excellent  entry  list,  in- 
cluding Richard  Stevens,  S.  C.  Millett,  H. 
Ward  and  D.  F.  Davis.  Stevens  met  Millett  in 
the  finals  and  won  in  straight  sets  (score  :  6-1, 
6-3,  6-4).  Owing  to  the  absence  of  J.  P. 
Paret,  the  holder  of  the  State  championship, 
who  was  abroad  at  the  time  the  challenge 
pitcher  passed  into  Stevens's  hands  by  default. 
In  the  doubles.  Ward  and  Davis  won  without 
the  loss  of  a  set. 

The  Massachusetts  State  Champiohship  was 
held  at  the  Longwood  Cricket  Club  Courts, 
near  Boston,  June  17th  and  following  days. 
Leo  E.  Ware,  of  Harvard,  won  the  tournament 
without  much  difficulty,  and  beat  Holcomb 
Ward,  also  of  Harvard,  three  sets  to  one 
(score  :  6-3,  4-6,  6-3,  6-1)  for  the  big  silver 
bowl  emblematic  of  the  State  supremacy. 

FIXTURES. 

Aug  2.  Newcastle,  N.  H.,  Outing  and  T.  C.  (Open), 
Courts  of  the  Wentworth. 

Aug.  g.  .Sorrento  L.  T.  C,  Sorrento,  Me.,  Maine 
State  Championship. 

Aug.  Q.    Magnolia  L.  T.  C,  Magnolia,  Mass. 

Aug.  g.  Mt.  Anthony  T.  and  G.  C. .  Bennington  Cen- 
tre, Vt.,  Vermont  State  (  hampionship. 

Aug  10.  Tacoma  L.  T.  C,  Tacoma,  Wash.,  Cham- 
pionship Pacific  Northwest,  Eighth  Annual. 

Aug.  16.  U.  S.  N.  L.  T.  A.,  Newport.  Championship 
Singles  ;  East  vs.  West,  Doubles ;  Championship 
Doubles  ;  Interscholastic  Championship. 

Aug.  16.  Omaha  L.  T.  C,  Omaha,  Neb.;  Interstate 
Tournament.    Iowa,  Nebraska.  Kansas   and   Missouri. 

Aug.  23.  Niagara  L.  T.  C,  Niagara-on-the-Lake, 
Can.,  International  Championship  Tournament. 

Aug.  2g.  Western  Ladies'  Championship  at  Chi- 
cago. 

Sept.  1.  South  Orange  Field  Club,  South  Orange, 
N.  J.  (Open). 

Sept.  6.  Western  Pennsylvania  L.  T.  A.,  Pittsburg, 
Pa..  Sinele  Championship  of  Western  Pennsylvania. 

Sept.  7.  Pacific  Slates  L.  T.  A.,  Del  Monte,  Monte- 
rey, Cal.;  Double  Championship;  Nineteenth  Annual 
Ladies'  Championship  Singles 

Sept.  7.    Hudson  River  L.  T.  A.  Tournament. 

Sept.  1-5.  Elmwood  L.  T.  C,  Providence,  R.  I., 
Rhode  Island  State  Championship. 

Oct.  4.  Intercollegiate  Championship,  New  Haven, 
Conn.  J.  P.  Paret. 


GOLF. 


HE    habitues    of    the    inland 
links  have,  to  a  large  extent, 
taken    wing,  and   the   usual 
seashore  crop  of   temporary- 
links  is   spreading  the  ini- 
tial knowledge  of  the  game 
among   many   who   might 
otherwise  have    remained 
in    ignorance    of    its    de- 
lights. 

To  that  extent — and  it 
is  a  helpful  one — golf  bene- 
fits by  the  annual  exodus, 
and  its  devotees  return  to 
the  autumn  delights  of  the 
home  links  with  renewed 
vigor. 

In  the  generally  satisfac- 

j.,  tory  condition  of  the  game, 

there  is  little  at  this  high 

season    to  note  adversely; 

yet  there  is  danger  ahead 

if  the  spirit  that  breathes 

beneath   the    following  notice,   is  allowed  to 

grow: 

A.  B of  the  C Golf  Club  will  be  pleased  to 

meet  any  professional  on  the  D links,  in  a  match, 

on  terms  to  suit.  He  says  he  can  get  backing  up  to  Ssjo 
or  more. 

The  language,  the  very  form  of  the  contest, 
and  all  its  suggestions,  are  in  the  worst  golfing 
taste.  Such  an  announcement  might  be  ex- 
pected with  regard  to  "  s loggers  "  of  the  com- 
monest prize-ring  type,  but  was  neither  to  be 
expected,  nor  is  it  desirable,  in  golf.  Too  stern 
a  reception  of  such  professionalism  and  its 
quondam  amateur  friends  cannot  be  meted  out. 

Praiseworthy  amongst  the  endeavors  to  en- 
sure the  widest  range  of  golf  are  those  of  the 
municipalities,  and  none  has  been  more  suc- 
cessful than  that  of  N-ew  York  at  Van  Cort- 
landt  Park.  It  is  now  proposed  to  hold  the 
competitions  throughout  the  summer,  with  the 
idea  of  developing  the  standard  of  play  among 
those  who  use  the  links  and  also  to  furnish  good 
sport  to  the  local  golfers  who  stay  in  town  dur- 
ing the  greater  part  of  July  and  August.  Each 
event  will  be  at  eighteen  holes,  medal  play. 
The  entrance  fee  will  be  $2,  the  amount  realized 
to  be  divided,  on  the  basis  of  50,  30,  and  20  per 
cent.,  among  the  three  making  the  best  net 
scores.  The  money  will  be  expended  in  suitable 
prizes  and  not  awarded  outright  on  the  sweep- 
stake plan,  so  that  the  winners  will  preserve 
their  amateur  standing  and  remain  eligible  to 
regular  golf  clubs  in  the  future.  The  competi- 
tions will  be  managed  by  a  committee  of  the 
players.  All  golfers  who  are  interested  in  the 
plan  should  address  A.  S.  Dominick,  Golf 
House,  Van  Cortlandt  Park. 

Records  may  be  expected,  as  the  season  pro- 
gresses, to  be  cut  down.  Already  two  have 
succumbed.  Playing  with  A.  De  Witt  Coch- 
rane last  week  at  the  Ardsley  Club,  H.  Morti- 
mer Billings  equaled  the  record  for  the  course 
made  by  R.  Terry,  Jr.,  of  Yale,  in  the  inter- 
collegiate tournament.     Billings'  card  was  : 

Out    

In 


Shinnecock  Hills  Golf  Club,  lowered  the  record 
of  the  links  to  75.     His  card  was  : 


Out. 
In... 


54434545     6—40 
54344443     4— 35— 75 

The  former  record  was  77,  held  jointly  by 
John  Shippen,  the  colored  professional,  and  R. 
B.  Wilson,  professional  there  last  year. 

Seabright  open  tournament,  Jufy  i,  brought 
out  good  fields  of  69  players.  In  the  prelimi- 
nary round  nothing  over  gg  quahfied  in  the  first 
or  second  sixteens.  The  gold  medal  for  the 
best  score  was  won  by  Travis,  who  led  Gra- 
ham a  stroke.  Tyng,  winner  of  the  Seabright 
Cup  last  year,  was  third  with  a  well-earned  86, 

Since  last  season  the  course  has  been  ex- 
tended to  5,130  yards.  The  playing  order  of 
the  holes  is : 

Out — 240,  253,  280,  327,  300,  450,  367,  334,  259.  Total, 
2,810  yards. 

In — igo,  400,  323,  301,  197,  135,  3ig,  248,  207.  Total,  2,320 
yards. 

The  course  was  in  excellent  condition,  al- 
though the  turf  was  baked  hard  by  the  sun. 
The  heat  was  excessive  until  the  afternoon, 
when  a  breeze  from  the  sea  cooled  the  air. 

The  scores  in  the  preliminary  Seabright  Cup 
round  follow  : 

W.  J.  Travis,  Oakland  (gold  medal) 84 

Archibald  Graham,  North  Jersey ' 85 

James  A.  Tyng,  Morris  County. 
F.  A.  Walthew,  Lakewood. 


87 

F.  E.  Armstrong,  Staten  Island  Cricket 87 

F.  W.  Menzies,  Seabright 87 

Frank  Bohlen,  Philadelphia  Cricket 89 

Daniel  Chauncey,  Dyker  Meadow 89 

J.  I.  Blair,  Jr.,  Morris  County.   Sg 

T.  Markoe  Robertson,  Yale 89 

H.  P.  Toler,  Baltusrol 90 

John  Reid,  Jr..  St.  Andrews gi 

\V.  S.  Eddy,  Westchester  Country gi 

H   K.  Toler,  Baltusrol 92 

Dr.  Burdette  O'Connor,  Staten  Island 92 

Duncan  Edwards,  Dyker  Meadow 93 

Southampton.  —  The  women's  handicap 
match,  played  June  28  at  the  Shinnecock  Hills 
Golf  Club,  showed  the  excellent  workmg  of  the 
new  handicapping  system  inaugurated  by- 
Henry  G.  Trevor,  a  member  of  the  Executive 
Committee  of  the  club.  By  this  system  the 
handicaps  are  based  upon  the  average  of  the 
best  three  scores  ever  made  at  the  Shinnecock 
Hills  Golf  Club  by  the  player.  The  scratch 
score  at  present  is  87 — the  average  of  Miss  B. 
Hoyt's  best  scores.  This  day's  match  was  so 
close  that  it  was  impossible  to  decide  who  had 
won  the  cup  until  the  last  of  the  contestants 
had  handed  in  her  card.  The  prize  was  won 
by  Mrs.  C.  S.  Brown,  with,  the  gross  score  of 
8g  and  a  net  score  of  81.     The  results  : 


4  4 

5  5 


3645s     5— 40 

45565   6—43—53 


And   playing   with   Newbold   Edgar,  Willie 
Smith,  the  new  English    professional    of   the 


Gross. 

Mrs.  C.  S   Brown 89 

Miss  B.  Hoyt 84 

Mrs.  H.  W.  McVickar 02 

Miss  B.  Mundle 102 

Miss  N.  Henderson 103 

Miss  F.  E,  Wickham qo 

Miss  A.  Livingston q8 

Mrs.  H.  E.  Coe q8 

Miss  E.  Groesbeck loi 

Miss  J.  S.  Clark gg 

Mrs.  T.  T.  Terry,  Jr 107 

Miss  E.  Terry g6 

Miss  J.  Russell 116 

Mrs.  A.  B.  Claflin 118 

Miss  P.  D.  Wyckoff 113 

Miss  J.  L.  Henderson 126 

Miss  F.  C.  Crocker iig 


Hoindicaf.     Net. 


19 

84 

5 

85 

13 

a5 

12 

86 

15 

86 

10 

89 

17 

go 

4 

92 

23 

93 

18 

KIO 

12 

lai 

25 

101 

'3 

106 

540 


OUTING   FOR  AUGUST. 


The  Seabright  Cup  was  won  on  July  4th  by- 
James  A.  Tyng,  of  Morris  County  Club. 

Out 4     4     4     5     3     4  4  5  4—37 

In 6     s     4     5     4     3  5  4  4—40—77 

F.  "W.  Menzies,  St.  Andrew's — 

Out 4     5     4     6     5     7  4  5  5-45 

In 3     6     s     5     3     4  6  4  3—39—84 

Daniel  Chauncey,  Dyker  Meadow — 

Out S     4     6     4    4     6  6  5  4—44 

In     5     5     5     6     4     3  8  4  4—44—88 

B.  O'Connor,  Staten  Island — 

Out 4    5455756  4—45 

In 4    6    5     4    4    5  5  5  6—44—89 

J.  C.  Rennard,  Essex  County- 
Out 54555856  4—47 

In 3    6    5    4     3    4  7  5  5—42—89 

Two  cups  were  contested  for  at  the  Crescent 
A.  C.  links  July  4  ;  one,  for  class  A  players,  was 
donated  by  H.  G.  McKeever,  the  second,  for 
class  B  players,  being  the  gift  of  R.  W.  Robert- 
son.    The  summary  of  the  scores  follows  : 

CLASS  A. 

Gross. Handicap. Net. 

George  S.  O'Flyn 95  12  83 

C    B.  Van  Brunt -96  10  86 

Sidney  Maddock loi  12  89 

T.S.Perkins 117  14  103 

CLASS   B. 

W.  R.  Thompson 97  o  97 

W.  R.  Bigelow 103  4  99 

H.G.Plimpton 108  8  100 

K.  F.  Krochowizer 106  5  loi 

W.S.Banks  108  5  103 

H.W.Thayer 112  8  104 

D.  P.  Vickers 113  6  107 


Gross.  Handicap.  Net. 

H.  W.  Steinhauser 118  4  114 

F.  Bohltbee 121  6  115 

L.  S.  Ticemann 142  10  132 

E.  L.  Maltby 140  o  140 

George  W.  Toerge 140  o  140 

W.N.  Read 155  o  155 

At  the  Ardsley  Club,  July  4,  the  scores  were: 

Gross. Handicap. Net. 

Sidney  McElroy  and  E.  S.  Jaffiray..   g8  14  84 

H.  M.  Billings  and  W.  H.  Paterson..  86  o  86 

A.  W   Hoyt  and  O.  G.  Jennings 95  8  87 

A.  Ketcham  and  A.  B.  Halliday 104  14  go 

W.  Batable  and  A.  M.  Peck 106  15  91 

C.  K.  Beddall  and  H.  B.  Legg 103  12  91 

H.  S.  Brooks  and  De  Lancey  Nicoll.  97  4  93 

M.  M.  Van  Buren  and  C    S.  Jaffray.103  8  95 

C.  A.  Mack  and  F    L.  Eldridge loi  6  95 

William  Chrvstie  and  F.  S.  Chrystie  100  5  95 

H.  L.  R.  Edgar  and  C.H.  Morrison,  Jr.107  8  99 

J.  T.  Terry  and  F.  C.  Trowbridge...  115  12  103 

In  the  driving  competition  for  the  women 
members  of  the  Club,  best  of  single  drives,  the 
results  were  : 

Mrs.  M.  M.  Van  Buren,  160  yards 7  inches;  Mrs.  F.  L. 
Eldridge,  142  yards  2  feet  3_>^  inches  ;  Mrs.  A.  D. 
Cochrane,  126  yards  2  feet  8  inches  ;  Mrs.  E.  K.  Bed- 
dall, 99  yards  2  feet  6  inches  ;  Miss  Parrish,  96  yards  9 
inches  ;  Miss  Frazier,  89  yards  2  feet  4  inches. 

In  the  women's  driving  competition,  in 
which  the-count  was  by  points,  the  results  were  : 

Mrs.  Van  Buren,  38  ;  Miss  Hewitt,  39  ;  Miss  Ethel 
Gould,  39  ;  Mrs.  Eugene  Griffin,  49;  Mrs.  E.  K.  Bed- 
dall, 41 ',  Mrs.  F.  L.  Eldridge,  42  ;  Miss  Parrish,  43  ; 
Mrs.  A  D.  Cochrane,,  43  ;  Mrs.  C.  H.  Smith,  43  ;  Miss 
Grace  Frazier,  44;  Miss  Willard,  44;  Miss  Fanny 
Archbold,  45  ;  Mrs.  Trowbridge,  45. 

Albion. 


CRICKET. 


AT  the  time  of  writing  the  cricket  season 
is  fairly  under  way,  and  some  good 
performances  have  already  been  wit- 
nessed, especially  at  the  Philadelphia 
games,  where  large  scores  seem  to  be 
quite  in  order  this  season.  Many  of  the  games 
for  the  "  Halifax  Cup  "contest  have  ranged  up 
into  the  double  centuries  for  an  innings,  and 
very  few  of  the  scores  fall  far  below  the  first 
century  notch. 

The  revival  of  inter-city  cricket  (so  ably 
started  by  Thos.  Wharton,  of  Philadelphia, 
some  few  years  back)  is  most  encouraging. 
The  idea  was  too  good  for  a  short  life,  and  we 
wish  this  revival  every  success.  The  first  of 
the  annual  contests  between  representatives  of 
Philadelphia  and  New  York  is  scheduled  for 
July  25th  and  26th.  There  is  plenty  of  good 
material  to  select  from  in  the  metropolis,  and  a 
good  team  should  be  put  into  the  field  to  do 
good  battle  with  the  representatives  of  the 
Quaker  City.  Oh  August  nth  New  York 
cricket  lovers  will  have  the  opportunity  of  see- 
ing the  representatives  of  the  two  local  organi- 
zations contest  for  honors  at  Livingston. 

A  summary  of  the  games  played  for  the  Hali- 
fax Cup  follows  : 

May  28 — Belmont,  60;   Merion,   43  ;    Germantown,   109; 
Radnor,  25  ;  Philadelphia,  86;  Belfield,  46. 

"  3c — Germantown,  129;  Belmont,  132  ;  Merion,  129  ; 
Philadelphia,  96;iiadnor,  212;  Belfield,  84 for 
6  wickets. 
June  4— Belmont  264  for  6  wickets;  Belfield.  93;  Phila- 
delphia, 179;  Radnor,  120  for  3  wickets;  Mer- 
ion, 53  for  3  wickets;  Germantown.  250. 

"    II — Germantown,   258  for  6  wickets:  Belfield,  41; 
Belmont.  135  for  9  wickets;  Philadelphia,  68. 

"    18 — Germantown,  209  for  6  wickets;  Philadelphia, 
204;  Belmont,  246  ;  Radnor,  no. 


June  25 — Belmont,  188  for  8  wickets;  Philadelphia,  74  ; 
Merion,  168  for  3  wickets;  Radnor,  117;  Ger- 
mantown, 222;  Belfield,  225  for  8  wickets. 

July  2— Philadelphia,  106  for  4  wickets:  Belfield,  89; 
Merion,  130  ;  Belmont,  115  ;  Germantown, 
350;  Radnor,  139. 

A  summary  of  the  games  played  in  the  New 
York  Metropolitan  District  League  follows  : 

May  21— New  Jersey  A.  C.  Team  "  A,"  90  for  8  wickets; 

New  Jersey  A.  C.  Team  "  B,"  136. 
"    28— Staten  Island,  70:  New  Jersey  Team  "B,"  126. 
June  4— Manhattan,   97;    New    York  ,  45;    New  Jersey- 
Team  "  A,"  184  for  2  wickets;  Staten  Island, 

112  for  6  wickets. 
"    II — Staten   Island,  167  for  6   wickets;  Manhattan, 

144;  Roseville,  46;  New  Jersey  Team  •'  A," 

141. 
"    18 — New  Jersey  Team   "  B,"   75;  Manhattan,   158; 

New  Jersey  Team  "  A,"  194  for  5  wickets; 

Ne^  York,  24. 
"    25 — Staten  Island,  148  for  4  wickets;  New  York,  43. 
July  2 — Manhattan,  140  for  8  wickets;  New  York,  127; 

New    Jersey  Team  "A"  vs.   New    Jersey 

Team  "  B,"  postponed. 
"     9— Manhattan,  48;  New  Jersey  Team  "  A,  "68. 

A  summary  of  the  New  York  Cricket  Asso- 
ciation games  follows  : 

June  4— Brooklyn,  176  for  8  wickets;  Kearny,  57.  Man 
hattan,  108;  Kings  County,  94. 
"    II— Brooklyn,    107  for  6  wickets;  Manhattan,  106. 

Paterson,  157;  Roseville,  30. 
"    18— Paterson,   153  for  8   wickets;  Manhattan,   85 
Kings  County,  102  for  7  wickets;  Roseville 

43- 
"    25— Paterson,    137;     Brooklyn,    n   for  2    wickets, 
Kings  County,   117  for  6  wickets  ;  Kearny 

Both  games  of  this  date  unfinished  on  account  of 
rain. 

July  2— Brooklyn  vs.  Roseville,  the  latter  forfeited; 
Manhattan,  45;  Kearny,  68. 

"    9— Kings  County,  145;  Brooklyn,  86  for  7  wickets. 

T.  C.  Turner. 


CYCLING. 


541 


PACIFIC    COAST. 

The  California  Cricket  Association  will  this 
season  comprise  only  three  clul)s  instead  of 
seven,  as  at  the  beginning  of  the  season  of 
1897.  The  three  clubs  are  the  Pacific,  Alame- 
da, and  Placer  County  cricket  clubs.  The  Cali- 
fornia and  Bohemian  clubs  are  defunct,  and 
the  San  Jose  and  Lake  County  clubs  have  not 
joined  the  association  this  year. 

During  the  season  the  Alameda  and  Pacific 
clubs  will  play  five  matches  against  each  other, 
each  match  lasting  two  days.  Three  of  the 
matches  will  be  played  on  the  Golden  Gate 
ground  at  Klinknerville,  and  two  on  the  Web- 
ster street  ground  at  Alameda.  Other  matches 
will  be  arranged  between  Married  vs.  Single, 
Banks  and  Insurance  vs.  All  Comers,  and 
games  against  visiting  country  teams. 


The  season  opened  with  a  match  between  the 
Alameda  and  Pacific  clubs  May  8th  at  the 
Golden  Gate  Ground.  Pacifies  scored  213 
runs  in  their  first  innings.  Alameda  made  8q 
for  7  wickets.  The  game  could  not  be  con- 
tinued on  May  15th  on  account  of  rain,  and 
the  Alamedas  refusing  to  go  on  with  it  on  any 
later  day  it  was  declared  a  drawn  match. 

On  May  28th  a  team  made  up  of  nine  players 
of  the  Alameda  Club  and  two  of  the  Pacific, 
under  the  name  of  Alameda  Wanderers,  went  up 
to  Placer  county,  Cal.  The  Wanderers  scored 
137.  runs  in  their  first  innings  and  139  in  their 
second  innings.  Placer  County  made  171  runs 
in  their  first  innings,  and  in  the  second  innings 
117  for  4  wickets.  The  total  scores  were  :  Ala- 
meda Wanderers,  270;  Placer  County,  201, 
with  six  wickets  to  fall.  The  game  was  de- 
clared drawn.  Arthur  Inkersley. 


CYCLING. 


AMATEUR    TRACK    RACING. 

THREE  State  championships,  in  all  of 
which  Irwin  A.  Powell,  of  Columbia, 
proved  a  winner,  including  the  tandem 
championship,  with  C.  M.  Ertz  as  mate, 
were  the  features  of  the  final  tournament  of  the 
New  York  State  Racing  Circuit,  at  Berkeley 
Oval,  New  York  City,  on  the  afternoon  of  Sat- 
urday, June  1 6th.  H.  Y.  Bedell  proved  an  easy 
winner  in  the  ten  miles  paced  race,  and  F.  L. 
Kramer  finished  first  in  the  one  mile  handicap. 
The  strong  wind  which  swept  the  Oval  was  not 
favorable  to  fast  time.     The  summaries  : 

Half-mile  State  championship,  final — I.  A.  Powell,  i; 
Earl  Bovee,  2;  O.  V.  Babcock,  3;  W.  A.  LaDue,  4. 
Time,  im.  15  4-5S. 

One  mile  State  championship,  final — I.  A.  Powell,  i; 
W.  A.  LaDue,  2;  O.  V.  Babcock,  3.     Time,  2m.  158. 

One  mile  tandem  State  chainpionship — I.  A.  Po%vell 
and  C.  M.  Ertz,  i;  F.  A.  and  A.  Muntz,  2;  J.  J.  Cacca- 
vajo  and  W.  A   LaDue,  3.    Time,  2m.  gs. 

One  mile  handicap,  final — F.  J.  Kramer,  loyds.,  i;  E. 
C.  Hausman,  scratch,  2;  W.  A.  LaDue,  20yds,  3.  Time, 
2m.  loS. 

Ten  miles  paced  Metropolitan  District  championship 
— H.Y.Bedell,  i;  G.  H.  Durant,  2;  J. P.  Detroit,  3.  Time, 
2oin.  48  1-5S. 

At  the  Bunker  Hill  Day  meet,  at  Charles 
River  Park  track,  Boston,  Mass.,  June  17th, 
these  amateur  events  were  run  : 

Mile  handicap,  final — R.  E.  Jones,  60yds.,  i;  William 
Berlo,  80yds.,  2;  R.  H.  Lyons,  7o5''ds.,  3.  Time,  2m. 
17  4-5S. 

Five  miles  pursuit  race,  Metropolitan  Wheelmen  vs. 
Kangaroo  Cycle  Club — Won  by  Metropolitan  Wheel- 
men.   Time,  iim.  56  3-5S.;  losers'  time,  12m.  4  3-js. 

At  the  National  Circuit  meet,  Providence, 
R.  I.,  June  1 8th: 

One  mile  open— W.  A.  Rutz,  1;  A.  Rawlins,  2;  A.  L. 
Barber,  3.     Time,  2m.  46s. 

One  mile  handicap — Charles  N.  Hargraves,  30yds.,  i; 
A.  Rawlins,  20yds,  2;  George  H.  CoUett,  scratch,  3. 
Time,  2m.  19  3-5S. 

The  one  mile  amateur  Greater  New  York 
championship  was  run  at  Manhattan  Beach  on 
Saturday,  June  23d,  and  resulted  in  a  victory 
for  C.  M.  Ertz  over  Irwin  A.  Powell,  who  fin- 
ished second,  with  George  Schofield  third.  The 
summaries  : 

Half-mile  handicap,  final— H.  F.  Moller,  55yds.,  i;  N. 
Vanderwall,  65yds.,  2;  A.  G.  Relyea,  50yds.,  3.  Time, 
im. 

One  mile  handicap,  final- J.  E.  Smith,  i3syds.,  i;  A. 


G.  Relyea,  noyds.,  2;  H.  F.  Moller,  noyds.,  3.    Time, 

2m.   OS. 

One  mile  Greater  New  York  amateur  championship, 
final— C.  M.  Ertz,  i;  I.  A.  Powell,  2;  George  Schofield, 
3.     Time,  2m.  21  2-5S. 

At  Philadelphia,  Pa.,  June  23d,  under  the 
auspices  of  the  Century  Wheelmen,  of  that 
city  : 

Two  miles  tandem  handicap — Bailey  and  Zook,  125 
yds.,  1;  George  and  Gilmore,  scratch,  2;  Keeler  and 
Strassburger,  175yds.,  3.     Time,  4m.  2g  3-5S. 

Half-mile  handicap— Walter  M.  Trott,  isyds.,  i;  J.  G. 
Shumate,  30yds.,  2;  W.  H.  Cressey,  20yds.,  3.  Time, 
im.  10  1-5S. 

One  mile  "ordinary" — W.  W.  Taxis,  i;  H.  DeGroat, 
2;  W.  H.  Wood,  3.     Time,  3m.  29  4-5S. 

One  mile  open— J.  P.  Rodgers,  i;  Walter  M.  Trott,  2; 
W.  Krick.  3.     Time,  2m.  40  1-5S. 

Five  miles  paced  match  race — J.  P.  Rodgers  vs.  Geo. 
H.  Wallen.    Won  by  Rodgers.    Time,  iim.  13  3-5S. 

Three  State  records  for  amateurs  were  broken 
at  a  r  ice  meeting  held  at  Waterbury,  Conn.,  on 
July  2d,  by  the  Waterbury  Wheel  Club.  R.  C. 
Ludwig,  of  Chicopee,  Mass.,  lowered  the  paced 
mile  State  record,  and  J.  Broderick,  of  Water- 
bury, established  a  new  mark  for  the  one-third 
mile.  The  latter's  performance  was  notable 
from  the  fact  that  he  was  carried  ofi:  the  track 
on  a  stretcher,  a  few  minutes  previously,  as  the 
result  of  an  accident  in  one  of  the  former 
events.     Summaries : 

One  mile  open— G.  H.  CoUett,  i;  E.  C.  Hausman,  2; 
R.  C.  Ludwig,  3.     Time,  2m.  31s. 

One  third  mile  open — J.  Broderick,  i;  E.  C.  Haus- 
man, 2;  G.  H.  CoUett,  3.     Time,  46s. 

Tv,'0-thirds  mile  handicap — H.  D.  Regan,  looyds.,  i; 
B.  C.  Thayer,  40yds.,  2.     Time,  im.  25  3-5S. 

One  mile  tandem  handi'^ap— Won  by  Hausman  and 
CoUett,  from  scratch.     Time,  im.  59s. 

One  mile  paced — Won  by  R.  C.  Ludwig,  in  im.  57  2-5S. 
State  record. 

The  feature  of  the  race  meeting  at  Berkeley 
Oval,  New  York  City,  on  the  afternoon  of  July 
2d,  was  the  ten  miles,  paced,  match  race  be- 
tween H.  Y.  Bedell  and  George  Schofield,  two 
amateurs  who  have  done  excellent  work  on  the 
Eastern  tracks  this  season.  It  was  a  stirring 
contest  for  five  miles,  when  Schofield  slipped 
and  fell  on  the  lower  turn,  and  Bedell  contin- 
ued on  alone.  Schofield  did  not  remount,  as 
he  had  no  chance  of  overtaking  his  rival.  Be- 
dell won  easily,  and  finished  the  ten  miles 
strong  in  20.15  1-5.  Amateur  records  were 
beaten  throughout,  as  follows  : 


54* 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


1  Schofield  by  s  yards 1:564-5  *i:564-5 

2  Bedell,  I  length i: 57  3-5  *3:54  2  5 

3  Bedell,  I  length 2:02  *5:56  2-5 

•  4    Bedell,  30  yards 1:542-5  *7:504-5 

5  Bedell,  100  yards 2:03  *9:53  4-5 

6  Bedell 2:043-5  *ii:582-5 

7  Bedell 2:061-5  *i4:o4  3-5 

8  Bedell 213  *i6:i7  3-5 

g    Bedell    1:57  *i8:i4  3-5 

10    Bedell 2:003-5  *2o:i5i5 

*New  amateur  competition  records.  Previous  rec- 
ord, also  held  by  Bedell,  20:48  1-5. 

Other  summaries  : 

Half-mile  handicap — A.  G.  Relyea,  3o3-ds.,  i;  G.  Rob- 
ertson, 20yds.,  2;  G.  Cameron,  20yds.,  3.    Time,  im.  1-5S 

One  mile  handicap— C.  M.  Ertz,  scratch,  t;  J.  E. 
Smith,  100  yds.,  2;  A.  Brixendorf.  135  yds.,  3.  Time,  2m. 
8  1-5S. 

Half-mile,  paced,  against  time — By  Leroy  See.  Time. 
55  4-58. 

Half-mile,  against  time,  unpaced — Kings  County 
Wheelmen  sextette.    Time,  51  3-5S. 

OHIO    AND    ILLINOIS    DIVISION    MEETINGS. 

The  eighteenth  -annual  tournament  of  the 
Ohio  Division,  L.  A.  W.,  was  held  at  Cleveland 
on  Saturday  and  Monday,  July  2d  and  4th. 
The  races,  held  at  Glenville  Park  track  on  the 
afternoons  of  both  days,  scheduled  a  number 
of  amateur  events,  including  the  State  cham- 
pionships, all  run  in  fairly  good  time.  Sum- 
maries for  July  2d  : 

Two  miles  State  championship — W.J.  Ashdown,  i; 
G.  O.  Hamilton,  2;  F.  A.  Robishaw,  3.     Time,  5m.  6J:^s. 

One  mile  State  championship — F.  S.  Robbins,  i;  J. 
R.  Fitzsimmons,  2;  P.  L.  Wilson,  3.    Time,  2m.  20s. 

One  and  one-eighth  mile  triplet — O'Donnell,  Foss 
and  mate,  i;  Sommers,  Emerick  and  Merkle,  2;  Har- 
vey, Stewart  and  Betts,  3.    Time,  2m.  31s. 

Five  miles  handicap — J.  T.  Brown,  260yds.,  i;  W.  J. 
Solinger,  iSoyds.,  2;  J.  A.  Bessberger,  210yds.,  3.  Time, 
12m.  3  3-55. 

Summaries  for  July  4th  : 

Half-mile  State  championship — F.  S.  Robbins,  1;  D. 
Breamer,  2;  G.  O.  Hamilton.  3.    Time,  im.  14  2-5S. 

One  mile  open — C.  S.  Porter,  i;  W.  H.  Stevenson,  2; 
G.  O.  Hamilton,  3.     Time,  2m.  26  4-5S. 

Mile  and  one  eighth  tandem — Stevenson  and  Hol- 
stein,  i;  Emerick  and  Sommers,  2;  Betts  and  Stewart, 
3.     Time,  2m.  41  4-5S. 

Two  miles  handicap — W.  H.  Stevenson,  iioyds.,  i;  P. 
A.  Robishaw,  iooyds.,2;  C.  S.  Porter,  scratch,  3.  Time, 
4m.  30  1-5S. 

Five  miles  State  championship— J.  R.  Fitzsimmons, 
i;  F.  S.  Robbins,  2;  F.  A.  Robishaw,  3.  Time,  13m. 
7  3-5S. 

The  Illinois  State  meeting,  L.  A  W.,  was 
also  held  on  Saturday  and  Monday,  July  2d  and 
4th,  at  Aurora.  E.  W.  Peabody,  the  amateur 
crack  of  1897,  won  every  event  in  which  he  en- 
tered, with  the  single  exception  of  the  half- 
mile  State  championship,  which  was  taken  by 
Edward  Llewellyn  in  the  slow  time  of  1.22  1-5. 
Summaries  for  July  3d  ; 

Half-mile  open— E.  W.  Peabody,  i:  Edward  Llewel- 
lyn, 2;  F'rank  Pearson,  3.     Time.  im.  23s. 

Quarter -mile  Division  championship— E.  W.  Pea- 
body, i;  Edward  Llewellyn,  2;  J.  M.  Hord,  3.  Time, 
34  3-5S. 

Two  miles  tandem  handicap— Hord  and  Freeman, 
50yds,  I ;  Llewellyn  and  Lingenf elder,  scratch,  2;  Nel- 
aon  brothers,  looyds.,  3.     Time,  4m.  23  1-5S. 

Five  miles  handicap— W.  P.  Brockman,  400yds,  i;  E. 
Lingenfelder,  2uoyds.,2;  Lewis  Morris,  400yds.,  3.  Time, 
13m.  27S. 

Summaries  for  July  4th  : 

Half-mile  Division  championship— Edward  Llewel- 
lyn, i;  E.  W.  Peabody,  2;  J.  M.  Hord,  3.  Time,  im. 
22  1-5S. 

One  mile  open— E.  W.  Peabody,  i;  Edward  Llewel- 
lyn, 2;  H.  W.  Ogren,  3.     Time,  2m.  28  1-5S. 

Two  miles  handicap— E.  W.  Peabody,  scratch,  1;  J. 
F.  Costello,  25yds.,  2;  Lewis  Morris,  150yds.,  3.  Time, 
4m.  49S. 

One  mile  Division  championship — E.  W.  Peabody,  i; 
J.  M.  Hord,  2;  Edward  Llewellyn,  3.    Time,  2m.  29  4-5S. 


OTHER  INDEPENDENCB  DAY  EVENTS. 

At  Berkeley  Oval,  New  York  City  : 

Mile  letter-carrier  championship  of  Greater  New 
York— J.  Velt,  i  ;  E.  C.  Pescia,  2.    Time,  2m.  38  2-5S. 

Mile  police  championship  of  Greater  New  York — C. 
Haussler,  i;  B.  R.  Sackett,  2.    Time,  2m.  24  3-5S. 

Two  miles  open,  tor  policemen— B.  R.  Sackett,  i; 
George  McKay,  2.    Time,  5m.  13  1-5S. 

Mile  handicap,  final— S.  Godfrey,  100  j'ds.,  i  ;  E.  W. 
Diits,  100  yds.,  2.     Time,  2m.  10  2-5S. 

Mile  tandem,  for  policemen— John  Schuessler  and  H. 
Connelly,  i;  C.  Hassler  and  T.  W.  Mularky,  2.  Time, 
2m.  8  1-5S. 

At  Willow  Grove  Park,  Philadelphia,  Pa.  : 

One-third  mile  open,  final — Joseph  Rogers,  i;  J.  G. 
Shumate,  2;  B.  L.  Johnson,  3.     Time,  44  1-5S. 

Five  miles  handicap,  final — Joseph  Rogers,  scratch, 
i;  L.  De  Fernelmont,  125  yds.,  2;  R.  L.  Amer,  125  yds., 
3.    Time,  12m.  42  3-5S. 

At  Hudson  River  Driving  Park,  Poughkeep- 
sie,  N.  Y.  : 

Twomileshandicap,  final — George  Schofield,  scratch, 
i;  A.  E.  Hosford,  30  yds.,  2.     Time,  5m.  is. 

One-mile  Poughkeepsie  City  championship— W.  H. 
Manney.  i;  R.  M.  Van  Wyck,  2.     Time,  2m.  34S. 

One-mile  open— George  Schofield,  i;  W.  H.  Manney, 
2.     Time,  2m.  4  1-2S. 

One-mile  Dutchess  County  championship  —  W.  H. 
Manney,  i;  P.  Winter.  2.     Time,  2m.  20s. 

One-mile  handicap,  final — H.  G.  Brizze,  100  yds.,  i;  N. 
Vanderwall,  no  yds.,  2.     Time,  2m.  i6s. 

CANADIAN   AMATEUR    CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  annual  championships  of  the  Canadian 
Wheelmen's  Association  were  among  the  many 
events  run  off  at  the  two  provincial  tourna- 
ments of  that  organization,  on  July  ist  and  2d, 
at  Peterboro,  Ontario,  and  Granby,  Quebec, 
respectively.     The  summaries  at  Peterboro  : 

Half-mile  novice— Ralph  Cripley,  i;  Allan  Muir,  2; 
George  C.  Abbot,  3.     Time,  im.  23  3-5S. 

Half-mile  championship- A.  W.  Sherritt,  i;  T.  W. 
Bailies,  2;  F.  H.  Moon,  3.     Time,  im.  8s. 

One-mile  open— G.  W.  Reddell,  i;  John  Smith,  2;  N. 
A.  French,  3.     Time,  2m.  13s. 

One-mile,  2:4oclass— John  Robinson,  i;  J.  H.  Barnett, 
2;  A.  Mott,  3.     Time,  2m.  27  2-5S. 

Five  miles  championship— A.  W.  Sherritt,  i;  Frank 
Wilson,  2;  David  Wilson,  3.    Time,  nm.  42s. 

Summaries  at  Granby  : 

Half-mile  open,  final— G.  W.  Reddell,  i  ;  Frank 
Moore,  2;  A.  Mott,  3.     Time.  im.  8s. 

One-mile  championship,  final — David  Wilson,  i;  W. 
E.  Washburn,  2;  Robert  JVIulhall,  3.     Time,  2m.  25  2-5S. 

Two  miles  handicap— A.  Mott,  140  yds.,  i;  Robert 
Mulhall,  140  yds.,  2;  H.  D.  Higley,  150  yds.,  3.  Time. 
4m.  5S. 

Two  miles  tandem  championship  —  Moore  and 
French,  i;  Wilson  and  Mulhall,  2;  Muir  and  Murray,  3. 
Tirae,  4m.  48  2-5S. 

Three  miles  team  race — Toronto  Athletic  Club  vs. 
Crescents,  of  Hamilton.  Won  by  the  Toronto  Ath- 
letic Club.     Time,  7m.  56s. 

RECORDS    OF    THE    MONTH. 

Fred  Joseph  and  Frank  Hood  broke  the 
world's  amateur  track  record  for  a  mile  ttn- 
paced,  tandem,  at  Cycle  Park,  Detroit,  Mich., 
June  i8th,  covering  that  distance  in  im.  50s. 
flat. 

At  Queen's  Park,  Montreal,  Canada,  on  June 
25th,  Walter  Tuff  lowered  the  Canadian  ama- 
teur one-mile  record,  against  time,  paced,  to 
im.  53  3-4S. 

The  following  records  have  been  accepted  by 
the  Road  Records  Committee  of  the  Century 
Road  Club  of  America  : 

50  miles,  2h.  53m.;  75  miles,  4h.  27m.  45s.;  100  miles, 
6h.  6m.  20s.;  200  miles,  i3h.  31m.  34s.;  300  miles,  22h.  nm. 
30S.— all  Massachusetts  State  road  records  ;  12-hours 
Massachusetts  road  record,  175  miles,  1,380  yards; 
24-hours  Massachusetts  State  road  record,  321  miles, 
2,331  feet,  by  Frank  V.  German,  Campbello,  Mass. 


THOSE  of  our  readers  interested  in  in- 
terscholastic  rowing  who  glanced  at  our 
Letter  File  for  June  will  be  interested  in 
the  result  of  the  then  proposed  race  be- 
tween the  crews  of  Cascadilla  School  and 
of  the  New  York  Military  Academy,  Cornwall- 
on-Hudson. 

New  York  Military  Academy,  ) 

S.  C.  Jones,  C.  E.,  Superintendent,    >- 

CoRNWALL-oN-HuDsoN,  N.  Y.,  June  25   1898.  ) 

The  Outing  Publishing  Co., 

New  York  City. 
Dear  Sirs — I  send  you  a  clipping  from  the 
Cornwall  paper,  which  gives  the  result  of  the 
race  in  which  you  have  already  taken  some  in- 
terest. The  race  came  off  at  half-past  eight 
o'clock  in  the  morning.  The  N.  Y.  M.  A.  crew 
made  an  excellent  showing,  but  the  Cascadilla 
team  came  in  five  lengths  ahead.  The  course 
was  a  Henley  mile.     Time,  7m.  30s. 

This  race  was  the  first  of  the  Cadets. 

The  Cascadillas  have  rowed  for  the  past  four  seasons 
with  the  Cornell  freshmen. 

The  crews  were  made  up  as  follows  : 

Cascadillas— Quackenbush,  captain  and  stroke;  How- 
ardjohnston,  7;  Willard  C.  Evans,  6;  Thomas  Kelly,  5; 
Chase,  4;  Dudley  C.  Wick,  3;  Harry  Purcell,  2;  P.  Roy 
Fenucane,  i;  George  Carpenter,  coxswain. 

N.  Y.  M.  A.— Peterson,  stroke  ;  Prentiss,  7  ;  Horton, 
6;  Meyer,  5;  Brooks,  4;  Aschoff  (captain),  3  ;  Crom- 
well, 2;  Gulick,  i;  Davis,  coxswain. 

The  referee  was  Hon.  Charles  S.  Francis,  of  the 
Troy  Times.  The  timekeepers  were  F.  B.  h.aton  for 
Cascadilla  and  Prof.  Bryant  for  the  N.  Y.  M.  A.  The 
tug/.  /?.  IVilliams  carried  the  officials  over  the  course. 

The  coach  of  the  Cascadilla  crew  is  Hugh  C.  Troy, 
Cornell,  'g6,  and  one  of  the  famous  oarsmen  of  the 
university.  Mr.  Troy  rowed  four  years  under  Court- 
ney's eye,  and  was  stroke  for  the  Cornell  crew  of  three 
years  ago  in  the  Poughkeepsie  race.  He  is  a  skillful 
coach,  and  his  inen  showed  the  result  of  careful  in- 
struction. They,  of  course,  rowed  the  Courtney  stroke. 
The  Cascadilla  boys  worked  inside  all  winter,  and 
went  in  the  water  in  March.  Two  of  the  crew  rowed  in 
last  year's  crew. 

The  Academy  crew  were  coached  by  Gilbert  Ward, 
of  the  four  famous  Ward  brothers,  of  Cornwall,  who, 
on  the  memorable  September  nth,  1S71,  covered  them- 
selves with  glory  by  defeating  the  two  picked  crews 
of  Great  Britain  in  the  International  Regatta  at  Sara- 
toga. A  remarkable  feature  of  this  event  was  the  fact 
that  four  brothers  could  be  found  in  one  family  whose 
combined  prowess  was  superior  to  that  of  four  picked 
representatives  of  a  kingdom  upon  whose  possessions 
the  sun  never  sets. 

There  seems  to  be  perfect  satisfaction  with 
the  result  in  both  schools,  as  the  race  was  un- 
doubtedly won  by  Cascadilla,  who  undoubt- 
edly showed  the  best  form. 

Quite  a  good  many  of  the  Cascadilla  boys 
accompanied  their  team,  and  the  Cascadilla 
baseball  team  played  the  Academy  team  on 
June  3d  and  4th.  The  Academy  won  the  first 
game  by  a  score  of  6  to  5  and  won  the  second 
game  by  a  score  of  15  to  4.     The  two  games 

'  It  will  be  our  pleasure  from  time  to  time  to  publish  letters  of  general  interest  from  our  readers,  from  whom 
we  are  always  glad  to  hear. 


were  of  advantage  to  both  institutions,  and  I 
believe  the  success  of  this  venture  in  rowing  as 
an  interscholastic  sport  will  lead  to  the  intro- 
duction of  rowing  in  other  schools. 
Yours  very  truly, 

S.  C.  Jones, 

Superintendent. 

The  University  of  Nebraska. 

Lincoln,  July  4,  1898. 

Dear  Sirs — It  has  given  me  pleasure  to  read 
the  article  in  your  issue  for  July,  by  Mr.  Price 
Collier,  on  "  Sport's  Place  in  the  Nation's  Well- 
being."  It  is  a  valuable  article.  I  think  all 
must  agree  with  him  when  he  saj^s  :  "  Honest 
sport  needs  no  apology,  while  for  profession- 
alized sport  there  is  no  excuse."  I  was  pre- 
pared to  enjoy  his  article  by  my  position  for 
many  j'ears  on  the  Faculty's  Athletic  Com- 
mittee of  the  University  of  Minnesota,  and  by 
the  position  I  at  once  took  when  I  entered  upon 
the  administration  of  this  university  in  favor 
of  athletics.  Three  years  since  the  University 
of  Nebraska,  in  accordance  with  my  sugges- 
tion, systematized  the  management  of  athletics 
in  the  university.  A  constitution  for  a  Uni- 
versity Board  of  Athletics  was  drafted  and 
formally  adopted  by  the  faculty  and  ratified 
by  the  Students'  Athletic  Association.  This  is 
a  board  created  for  the  regulation  of  athletic 
sports  at  the  university.  It  has  full  control 
of  all  questions  pertaining  to  them,  subject,  of 
course,  to  the  Board  of  Regents.  The  board 
consists  of  ten  members,  five  chosen  by  the 
Students'  Athletic  Association  and  five  faculty 
members.  There  are  the  usual  regulations 
as  to  good  scholarship  upon  the  part  of  those 
entering  upon  athletic  sports  and  those  making 
against  professionalism.  The  University  Ath- 
letic Board  this  year  adopted  the  rules  of  the 
Chicago  conference  of  November,  1896.  The 
university  now  requires  physical  examination 
of  all  those  who  engage  in  any  athletic  sports 
whatever,  and  expects  to  require  physical  ex- 
amination of  all  students  who  enter  the  uni- 
versity after  this  year.  The  physical  training 
of  the  young  men  and  women  of  the  university 
is  considered  of  such  importance  that  a  strong 
department  is  maintained,  having  thoroughly 
trained  directors,  a  man  for  the  men  and  a 
woman  for  the  women. 

Under  separate  cover  I  forward  you  a  calendar 
of  the  university  that  will  give  further  details, 
under  pages  304-5  and  pages  160  to  166. 
Yours  trul3^ 

George  E.  MacLean, 

Chancellor. 
The  Outing  Publishing  Co., 

239  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York. 


544 


OUTING  FOR  AUGUST. 


Harvard  University — Hemenway  Gymnasium, 

Cambridge,  Mass.,  July  i,  1898, 
The  Outing  Publishing  Co., 

239  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York  City. 
Dear  Sirs — I  have  read  Mr.  Price  Collier's 
article,  "  Sport's  Place  in  the  Nation's  Well- 
being,"  in  the  July  number  of  the  Outing,  and 
highly  commend  it  to  all  persons  interested  in 
this  great  subject.  Sport  certainly  has  its 
place  in  the  life  of  every  nation,  but  facilities 
for  practicing  sports  will  always  be  wanting  to 


the  great  majority  of  our  people.  For  this 
reason  the  better  regulated  and  more  system- 
atized forms  of  gymnastic  exercises  and  gym- 
nastic games  will  have  to  be  relied  upon  to 
give  the  masses  the  physical  training  which 
they  need.  The  kind  of  professionals  that  are 
not  objectionable,  but  on  the  other  hand  highly 
desirable  at  the  present  time,  are  well-educated 
professional  instructors  in  physical  training  for 
our  youth  of  both  sexes. 

Very  truly  yours,  D.  A.  Sargent. 


ANSWERS   TO    CORRESPONDENTS. 


E.  T.  B.,  Broadway,  New  York.— In  all,  or 
nearly  all,  regattas  there  is  a  class  for  catboats. 
Probably  your  best  plan  will  be  to  have  a  copy 
of  the  Handbook  of  the  Y.  R.  A.  of  Long 
Island,  of  which  Charles  P.  Tower,  of  New 
Rochelle,  New  York,  is  the  secretary. 

E.  H.,  Salt  Lake  City. — There  are  no  lawn 
tennis  clubs  in  Salt  Lake  City  in  the  U.  S.  A. 
National  L.  T.  A. ,  but  it  may  be,  if  there  be  any 
there,  they  belong  to  the  Western  Association. 
Write  to  the  Secretary, Western  L.  T.  A.,  Chi- 
cago. 

J.  B.,  Albany. — The  bulldog  is  an  apt  illus- 
tration of  the  truth  of  the  saying,  "  Give  a  dog 
a  bad  name,"  etc.  To  those  who  do  not  know 
the  dog  as  he  really  is,  he  appears  to  be  an 
evil-looking,  savage  brute,  with  a  villainous  ex- 
pression and  a  constant  desire  to  fly  at  and 
mangle  man  and  beast.  Anything  further 
from  the  true  character  of  a  well-bred  bulldog 
could  hardly  be  conceived,  for  this  dog,  as  we 
see  him  to-day,  is,  in  spite  of  his  ominous  as- 
pect, an  easy-going,  affectionate  fellow,  ever 
loyal  to  his  'friends,  and,  unless  unduly  pro- 
voked, as  gentle  as  a  pet  lamb. 

The  antiquity  of  this  breed  is  unquestionable, 
and  it  is  a  native  of  the  British  islands,  the 
Spanish  variety  having  been  originally  procured 
from  Britain. 

"  Quiz." — The  historic  schooner-yacht  yi»2^r- 
ica  is  owned  by  Mr.  Butler  Ames,  recently 
elected  a  member  of  the  New  York  Yacht  Club. 
She  will  be  seen  in  the  cruises  and  races  of  the 
New  York  and  Eastern  yacht  clubs  this  season. 

The  Kingston  Club's  rule  for  classification  is 
that  yachts  shall  be  divided  by  sail  area  in  to  three 
classes,  as  follows:  First  class,  measuring  400 
square  feet  of  sail  area  and  over;  second  class, 
measuring  250  and  under  400  square  feet;  third 
class,  measuring  less  than  250.  For  Hudson 
River  and  Orange  Lake  rule  see  Outing,  Jan- 
uary, 1898,  page  499.  There  is  yachting  on 
Lake  Pepin  (Wis.),  as  the  season  is  longer  there 
than  in  the  East  and  Canada. 

J .  J. — (i)The  Armstrong  Good  Roads  bill,  pro- 
viding for  the  construction  of  new  highways  and 
for  the  improvement  of  the  old  ones,  under  the 
supervision  and  partly  at  the  expense  of  the 
State,  has  become  a  law  in  the  State  of  New 
York.  By  this  measure  it  is  enacted  that  upon 
the  petition  of  the  owners  of  a  majority  of 
lineal  feet  fronting  on  any  highway  outside  of 
the  limits  of  cities  and  incorporated  villages, 
the  Board  of  Supervisors  shall  pass  a  resolu- 
tion to  the  effect  that  local  and  public  interests 
demand  the  improvement  of  that  highway,  and 
.that,  within  ten  days  after  the  passage  of  such 


a  resolution,  a  certified  copy  of  the  same  shall 
be  transmitted  to  the  State  Engineering  De- 
partment. 

(2)  Ordinances  designed  to  compel  cyclists  to 
dismount  and  walk  across  certain  streets  are  be- 
ing consideredin  several  American  cities.  With- 
out doubt,  however,  such  ordinances,  if  enacted, 
would  soon  become  inoperative  on  account  of 
the  difficulties  sure  to  attend  the  attempt  to 
enforce  them.  Bicycles  have  been  declared 
vehicles  by  the  highest  courts  of  many  States, 
as  well  as  by  the  Supreme  Court  of  the  United 
States,  and  it  is  thought  that  no  law  can  com- 
pel the  occupant  of  a  regular  road  vehicle  to 
cross  a  street  on  foot. 

"  Sec." — The  case  you  refer  to  originated  ii\ 
Otsego  County,  and  was  an  action  by  Ruzilla 
Fuller,  a  wheelwoman,  against  Thomas  Red- 
ding, a  trustee  of  Otsego  village,  to  recover 
damages  for  false  imprisonment,  resulting  from 
an  arrest  made  on  the  sidewalk  of  the  main 
street  of  the  village,  the  defense  being  that 
she  had  taken  the  sidewalk  to  avoid  teams. 

The  village  ordinance,  under  which  the  arresf 
was  made,  reads  as  follows  :  "'  All  persons  are 
forbidden,  under  penalty  of  one  dollar  for 
every  offense,  from  riding  bicycles  on  the  side- 
walks within  the  limits  of  the  village  of  Ot- 
sego." 

The  local  court  held  that  a  civil  action  was 
the  only  proper  manner  for  the  village  to  re- 
cover the  amount  of  the  fine,  as  the  offense 
charged  was  not  a  misdemeanor,  and  a  verdict 
for  the  plaintiff  of  $600  and  costs  was  rendered. 
The  case  came  up  on  appeal  before  the  Appel- 
late Division  of  the  Supreme  Court,  Justice 
Parker  presiding,  and  Justices  Landon,  Her- 
rick,  Putnam  and  Merwin  sitting.  The  opinion 
in  the  case  was  written  by  Justice  Putnam,  and 
IS,  in  part,  as  follows  : 

"  The  village  ordinance  did  not  prevent  her 
going  on  the  sidewalk  with  her  bicycle,  but 
merely  prohibited  her  riding  on  the  sidewalk. 
If  the  street  was  obstructed,  by  teams  or  other- 
wise, she  had  a  right  to  alight  and  walk  on  the 
sidewalk  with  her  bicycle.  Had  the  violation 
of  the  village  ordinance  in  question  been  a  mis- 
demeanor, the  fact  that  she  rode  on  the  side- 
walk in  consequence  of  meeting  teams  would 
not  have  excused  her  The  obstruction  in  the 
street  did  not  justify  her  willful  violation  of  the 
village  ordinance.  It  was  within  her  power  to 
have  alighted,  and  walked  past  the  obstruction 
in  the  street.  The  act  of  the  accused  in  riding 
on  the  sidewalk  seems  to  have  been  an  un- 
necessary, willful  and  wrongful  violation  of  the 
village  ordinance,  though  not  a  misdemeanor. 


Painted  for  Outing  by  the  late  Hermann  Simon.  See  "  One  Day's  Ducking."    (^pf.  biq-()24.) 

AN   ANXIOUS   MOMENT. 


TUFTS  COLLEGB 
LIBRARY. 


0UTING. 


Vol    XXXII. 


SEPTEMBER,  1898. 


No.  6. 


THl 


^AWAiNHASCA 


'mmr  crub^ 


T 


THE  ROUSE   CUP. 


'HE  new  class 
of  knocka- 
bouts, de- 
signed and 

built  by  Stearns  for 

the  Seawanhaka 

Corinthian    Yacht 

Club,  has  fairly  won 

its  way  into  popular- 

ity,  demonstrating 

by  severe   practical 

tests  its  fitness  to  do 

the  work  for  which 

it  was  designed.  Al- 
though   the   large 

fleet  of  knockabouts, 

all  built  to  one  de- 
sign, were  delivered 

promptly  according 

to  contract,  yet  there 

was,  by  reason  of  the 

war  and  its  rumors, 

delay  in  getting 
them  in  shape  for  satisfactory  cruising. 
The  seventeen  of  the  Seawanhaka 
craft  were  towed  from  Marblehead 
round  the  Cape,  and  the  little  ships  were 
strung  out  in  a  line  astern  of  the  tug- 
fast  to  one  long  hawser,  to  which  was 
lashed  the  mast  of  each  boat  near  the 
deck,  a  bridle  from  the  bow  of  each  to 
the  hawser  keeping  them  steady.  Thus 
no  men  were  needed  at  their  tillers  to 
steer  them  straight.  During  the  passage 
just  sufficient  heavy  weather  was  en- 
countered to  show  that  the  type  is  able 
enough  in  a  moderate  seaway. 

Then  came  the  delightful  work  of 
testing  the  craft,  a  process  which  the 
toughest  veteran  enjoys  almost  as  much 
as  does  the  tenderest  tyro.  The  first 
sail  on  a  new  boat  which  is  your  very 
own,  causes  a  thrill  of  joy.     To  see  the 

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little  craft  respond  to  the  slightest  touch 
of  the  tiller,  to  watch  her  gradually  eat 
her  way  to  windward  in  the  teeth  of  a 
merry  breeze,  with  a  shining  furrow  of 
foam  in  her  wake  and  her  sharp  cutwater 
cleaving  the  blue  billows,  and  when, 
with  sheet  eased  off  and  wind  abeam, 
her  lee  rail  almost  awash,  she  puts  on  an 
extra  spurt — all  these  are  ecstatic  rap- 
tures which  your  poor  land-lubber  has 
never  experienced. 

Most  pleasures  are  evanescent  when 
compared  with  the  comfort  that  a  sea- 
dog  gets  from  fixing  up  his  little  cabin 
for  the  season's  business.  The  ingenuity 
displayed  in  making  the  most  of  the 
necessarily  limited  quarters  at  his  dis- 
posal, the  stowage  of  his  "  dunnage,"  so 
as  to  be  able  to  put  his  hand  on  anything 
at  a  moment's  notice,  the  capacity  of  cre- 
ating a  homelike  interior  out  of  chaotic 
surroundings,  call  out  every  faculty. 


548 


OUTING  FOR   SEPTEMBER. 


Thus  for  a  few  days  after  the  arrival 
of  the  knockabouts  there  was,  I  promise 
yon,  great  activity  among-  the  amateur 
sailors  at  Oyster  Bay.     The  Seawanha- 
ka  Club  has  done  wonders  in   turning 
out  smart  seamen  from  its  raw  recruits. 
Its  winter  classes   in   seamanship    and 
navigation   have    accomplished    much, 
and  its  cadets  are  especially  handy  with 
a  fathom  of  rope  and  a  marlinspike.  a 
palm    and 
n  e  e  d  1  e  ,  a 
serving  mal- 
let, a  fid  and 
a  slush  pot. 

Theknock- 
about,  it  is 
true,  does 
not  offer 
much  scope 
to  the  devo- 
tee of  mar- 
linspike sail- 
orizing,  the 
standing 
and  the  run- 
ning  rig- 
ging being 
of  the  sim- 
plest style. 
A  wire  fore- 
stay  setting 
up  to  the 
stem  head, 
two  wire 
shrouds  on 
each  side 
setting  up 
with  turn- 
buckles,con- 
stitute  the 
standing 
rigging, 
while  the 
running 
rigging  con- 
sists of  jib 
halyards  and 
sheets,  main 
peak  and 

throat  halyards,  main  sheet  and  topping 
lift.  But  a  Seawanhaka  yachtsman  has 
crotchets  and  fads  and  is  very  dainty  as 
to  the  neatness  and  snugness  of  his 
splices. 

Commodore  Rouse  was  much  im- 
pressed with  the  value  of  the  class  as  a 
nursery  for  5^oung  salts,  and  he  and  the 
Race  Committee  arranged  a  programme, 
the  chief  event  of  which  was  a  race  to 


UliAD    BEFUKK    THE    WIND 


New  London  and  return,  the  object 
being  to  witness  the  intercollegiate  boat 
races  on  the  Thames,  as  has  been  cus- 
tomary with  the  club  in  previous  years. 
As  an  incentive  Commodore  Rouse 
offered  a  series  of  cups  as  prizes,  as 
follows:  First  prize,  value  $150  ;  second 
prize,  value  $100 ;  third  prize,  value 
$50.  These  prizes  were  to  become  the 
property  of  the  three  boats  making  the 

best  "  cumu- 
lative time  " 
for  all  the 
runs  of  the 
cruise.  In 
addition 
there  were 
prizes  val- 

i      i^P.  for  the  win- 

ners of  each 
daily  run. 
Had  there 
been  twenty 
starters  or 
more  the 
Commodore 
would  have 
presented 
s  e  c  o  n  d 
prizes  val- 
ued at  $20 
for  each 
daily  run. 

On  June 
loth,  by  or- 
der of  Com- 
m  o  d  o  r  e 
Rouse,  Fleet 
C  a  p  t  a  i  n 
Herbert  L. 
Satterlee 
issueda  gen- 
eral order 
requiring 
that  all  the 
knockabouts 
entered  for 
the  racing 
cruise 
should  rendezvous  at  the  club  anchor- 
age in  Seawanhaka  Harbor,  Oyster  Bay, 
on  Saturday,  June  i8th. 

A  pleasant  southerly  breeze  and 
bright  sunshine  ushered  in  the  morn  of 
Saturday,  June  i8th,  the  day  of  the  ren- 
dezvous. Eleven  knockabouts  a  n  - 
nounced  their  intention  of  starting  for 
New  London,  ten  of  them  belonging  to 
the     Seawanhaka     fleet    and     one,    the 


THE  SEAWANHAKA  KNOCKABOUTS'  FIRST  CRUISE. 


549 


NIP    AND   TUCK. 


Midge,  to  the  Atlantic  Yacht  Club,  all 
boats  built  to  the  Seawanhaka  design, 
whether  owned  by  members  of  the 
club  or  others,  being  eligible  to  com- 
pete. 


As  a  kind  of  preliminary  canter  eight 
of  the  eleven  knockabouts  sailed  in  the 
afternoon,  the  times  at  the  finish  being  : 

H.  M.  S. 

Mistral,  H.  C.  Rouse 5  27  05 

Taifee,  George  Bullock 5  29  30 


MAKING  ABOARD    IN    SHORE. 


55° 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


H.  M.  S. 

"Midge,  F.  C.  Boyer 5  29  40 

INakodo,  F.  D.  Sherman 5  30  50 

;Senta,  Daniel  Bacon 5  30  00 

JKewaydin,  R.  C.  Wetmore 5  29  50 

-Bee,  Nelson  Burr withdrew 

Mistral  thus  won  by  2m.  25s.  and  all 
■who  saw  her  sail  prophesied  that  the 
Commodore's  boat,  barring  bad  luck, 
stood  a  capital  chance  of  winning  the  first 
cruising-race  prize. 

Next  day,  being  Sunday,  nearly  all 
the  craft  remained  at  anchor.  A  meet- 
ing of  skippers  was  held  aboard  the 
flagship  Iroquois  in  the  afternoon,  and 
final  instruction's  were  given  regarding 
the  rules  and  regulations  of  the  cruise. 
It  was  impressed  upon  the  knockabouts 
that  if  there  was  wind  enough  for  steer- 
age-way the  start  would  be  made  next 
morning  at  8:45.  ^^  hands  turned  in 
early  so  as  to  get  a  good  night's  sleep  and 
be  in  good  fettle  to  do  justice  to  their 
boats.  A  crew  of  three  was  allowed  for 
each  craft — skipper,  one  Corinthian  and 
one  professional.  Of  course,  each  skipper 
had  to  be  an  amateur,  that  being  one  of 
the  principal  provisions  which  govern 
all  the  existing  raceabout  and  knock- 
about one-design  classes.  On  Monday 
morning,  June  20th,  a  nice  breeze  blew 
from  W.  N.  W.,  its  velocity  registering  8 
knots  on  the  anemometer  aboard  the 
schooner  Iroquois.  The  temperature 
was  cool,  the  water  smooth  enough  to 
wash  sheep  in,  and  the  general  outlook 
as  pleasant  and  prosperous  as  possible. 
There  was  only  a  moderate  muster  of 
yachts  in  the  harbor,  those  that  started 
for  New  London  being  the  flagship  Iro- 
quois, the  schooner  Ariel,  under  charter 
to  Mr.  C.  Oliver  Iselin,  Mr.  E.  C.  Bene- 
dict's steam  yacht  Oneida,  the  steam 
yacht  Lint  a,  the  sloop  Mirth,  and  the 
yawls  Audax  and  Escape. 

Promptly  on  time  the  starting  signal 
was  fired  from  the  club  gun  on  the 
bluff,  and  in  im.  30s.  all  the  boats  were 
across  the  line  and  were  soon  running 
■down  the  Sound  with  the  wind  aft,  all 
pretty  well  bunched  together  and  mak- 
ing a  charming  marine  view.  The  tug 
Raymond  and  the  flagship  Iroquois 
acted  as  convoys  to  the  enterprising 
flotilla.  The  following  gives  the  start- 
ers, owners  and  skippers.     It  is  oflicial : 

Start— 8:45  A.  M. 
Y.R.A. 
No.      Yacht.  Owner.  Skipper. 

104.  .Bee Nelson  M.  Burr Woodruff  Leeming. 

109     Golightly  E.H.Norton Owner. 

Ti3..Kewaydin.R.  C.  Wetrnore C.  W.  Wetmore. 

116. .Midge...   .F.  W.  Boyer E.  M.  Maclellan. 

117. .Mistral Com.  H.  C.  Rouse... Johnson  De  Forest. 

119.  .Nakodo.. .  John  T.  Sherman..  .Owner. 


No.      Yacht.                    Oivner.  Skipper, 

122.  .Senta Daniel  Bacon Owner. 

124.  .Stella John  S.  Hoyt Sherman  Hoyt. 

125.  .Taifee George  Bullock Owner. 

137.  .Heron W.  R.  Garrison Bart.  Jacob. 

Tosto Lloyd  M.  Scott Owner. 

There  could  not  have  been  pleasanter 
weather  for  small  craft  cruising.  There 
was  no  exciting  nautical  spectacle  such 
as  would  have  been  presented  had  the 
wind  been  blowing  strong  from  the 
east  and  a  spiteful  jump  of  a  sea  on. 
All  this  was  in  store,  however,  for  the 
adventurous  amateurs  before  the  cruise 
ended,  and  when  it  did  come  eventually, 
it  found  boats  and  crews  ready  for  the 
hot  encounter. 

But  on  that  Monday  the  finest  of  fine 
weather  prevailed,  the  wind  holding 
true  until  a  few  minutes  past  one  o'clock 
in  the  afternoon,  when  it  shifted  to 
southwest,  and  then,  after  blowing  for 
an  hour  from  that  direction,  came  from 
W.  N.  W.  again,  and  then  became  light 
and  variable  until  the  finish. 

First  to  cross  the  line  between  tug 
and  mark-boat  off  the  Yale  Corinthian 
club-house  at  Morris  Cove,  near  the  en- 
trance to  New  Haven  harbor,  was  the 
Stella,  followed  two  minutes  and  fifty- 
two  seconds  later  by  Senta,  with  Mistral 
third,  three  minutes  and  twenty  seconds 
after  Senta.  The  distance  from  start  to 
finish  is  thirty-five  nautical  miles,  Stella, 
the  winner  of  the  first  run,  having  sailed 
at  the  rate  of  five  and  four-tenths  knots. 
Bee,  the  last  to  finish,  sailed  at  the  rate 
of  five  and  one-tenth  knots,  there  being 
twenty-one  minutes  and  fourteen  sec- 
onds between  the  first  and  the  last  boats. 
The  official  table  follows  : 


start— 8:45  A.  M. 

Finish. 

Mistral 3:20:10 

Kewaydin 3:31:00 

Midge 3:31:15 

Golightly 3:26:02 

Taifee 3:31:00 

Stella 3:13:58 

Nakodo 3:31 :38 

Senta 3:16:50 

Tosto 3:30:38 

Bee 3:35:12 

Heron 3:31:10 


Elapsed.     Position. 


The  wind  still  blew  from  the  west- 
ward on  Tuesday,  June  21st,  when  the 
fleet  hauled  up  their  anchors  and  stood 
for  the  starting  line,  which  had  been 
drawn  just  off  the  New  Haven  break- 
water. The  starting  signal  was  given 
at  7:25  A.  M.,  and  the  boats  crossed  quite 
smartly.  Mistral  leading,  with  Stella 
second,  seven  others  pushing  them 
close.  The  eleventh  boat,  Kewaydin, 
was  2m.  45s.  after  the  gun.  The  run 
was  as  uneventful   as  that  of  the  pre- 


THE  SEAWANHAKA    KNOCKABOUTS'   FIRST  CRUISE.       ssr 


vious  day,  all  the  boats  except  Kczvaydin 
huj^g'ing-'  the  Connecticut  shore  and  get- 
ting glimpses  of  the  charming  scenery 
of  ^the  seacoast  of  the  Nutmeg  State, 
gliding  past  picturesque  villages,  thriv- 
ing seaside  resorts,  and  surf-beaten  white 
sands  on  which  bleach  the  bones  of 
many  a  shipwrecked  bark.  The  wind 
kept  steady  and  the  sea  remained  tran- 
quil. Mistral  increased  her  lead,  main- 
taining a  proud  position  in  the  van  of 
the  squadron,  with  Senta  second,  Stella 
third,  and  Tosto  fourth. 

And  now  New  London  Light  is  plain 
in  sight.  The  faithful  tug  darts  ahead 
to  establish  the  finish  line.  The  posi- 
tion of  the  three  leaders  remains  un- 
changed, and  thev  hold  the  fair  wind 
untirthey  complete  the  run.  The  others 
are  struck  by  a  breeze  almost  dead  in 
their  teeth,  but  they  manage,  by  pinch- 
ing, to  cross  the  line  on  the  port  tack. 

Mistral  raxi  the  39  nautical  miles  from 
New  Haven  Light  to  New  London 
Light  at  the  rate  of  6.2  knots,  beating 
Senta,  second  boat  in,  by  18  seconds 
only,  and  Stella,  third  boat,  by  2m.  33s. 

Kewaydin,  the  last  boat,  steered  a 
course  further  out  in  the  Sound,  which 
probably  gave  her  more  tide  to  contend 
against.  The  following  table  is  official. 
Columns  4  and  6  give  the  results  in 
time  and  position,  compiled  by  the^cu- 
mulative  system  peculiar  to  the  Sea- 
wanhaka  Club,  which  introduced  the 
method  and  in  which  its  experts  de- 
voutly believe  : 


start— 7:25  A.  M. 
Finish. 

Mistral 1:43:44 

Kewaydin...  2:05:02 

Midge 1:52:45 

Golightly....2:o4:; 


Position. 
Elapsed.    Cumulative.  Run.  Cum. 


Taifee 

Stella 

Nakodo. . . 

Senta 

Tosto 

Bee   

Heron..    . 


.1:50:51 
..1:46:17 
..1:51:20 
. . 1:44:02 
..1:47:29 
..1:55:08 
.  .i:=;8:io 


6:18:44 
6:40:02 
6:27:45 
6:39:58 
6:25:51 
6:21:17 
6:26:20 
6:19:02 
6:22:29 
6:30:08 
6:33:10 


12:53:54 
13:26:02 
13:14:00 
13:21:00 
13:11:51 
12:50:15 
13:12:58 
12:50:52 
13:08:07 
13:20:20 
13:19:20 


Friday,  June  24th,  was  the  day  fixed 
for  the  homeward  start,  the  hour  being 
9  A.  M.  and  the  point  of  departure  Bart- 
lett's  Reef  Lightship.  The  wind  blew 
briskly  out  of  the  west,  its  velocity  be- 
ing registered  by  the  anemometer  as 
seventeen  nautical  miles.  This  churned 
up  quite  a  jump  of  a  sea  from  the  knock- 
about point  of  view,  so  each  boat  was 
snugged  down  to  two  reefs  and  skippers, 
and  crews  prepared  for  a  pretty  wet 
thresh  to  windward.  Their  destination 
was  Morris  Cove,  thirty-six  miles  dis- 
tant from  the  starting-point,  no  mean 


undertaking  when  the  force  of  the  wind 
and  sea  is  taken  into  consideration,  to- 
gether with  the  size  of  the  craft  that 
tackled  the  job. 

But  undaunted  the  skippers  faced  the 
music,  the  signal  to  start  being  given 
with  prompt  punctuality.  Mistral,  Senta, 
Stella  and  Nakodo  started  on  the  star- 
board tack,  standing  over  toward  Plum 
Island,  while  the  others  pointed  toward 
the  Connecticut  beach,  thus  forming  for 
a  time  two  divisions,  one  of  which  was 
convoyed  by  the  flagship  Iroquois  and 
the  other  by  the  loyal  and  trusty  tug 
Raymond. 

This  was  the  first  opportunity  afforded 
of  watching  the  boats  hammering  at  it 
in  a  good  hard  breeze  and  moderately 
steep  sea.  Their  behavior  was  emi- 
nently satisfactory  to  spectators  as  well 
as  those  aboard  them.  They  proved 
quite  weatherly,  taking  no  solid  water 
aboard  but  simply  an  occasional  shower 
of  spray.  As  the  crews  were  clad  in 
their  oilers  no  harm  was  done,  and  no 
water  was  allowed  to  get  below  into  the 
cabin. 

The  boats  stuck  to  their  work  bravely, 
the  wind  continuing  to  blow  from  the 
west,  but  it  lightened  considerably 
toward  noon.  So  much  so,  in  fact,  that 
some  of  the  boats  shook  out  both  reefs 
and  boldly  sailed  along  under  whole 
mainsails.  The  more  prudent  ones, 
however,  were  content  to  keep  one  reef 
in,  and  their  judgment  was  justified  not 
long  after,  for  all  had  to  come  to  a  single 
reef  in  the  end.  Late  in  the  afternoon 
the  wind  southered.  It  had  been  a  hard 
drive  for  about  nine  hours,  and  all  were 
glad  to  reach  the  grateful  shelter  of 
Morris  Cove,  where  all  the  fleet  came  to 
anchor  except  Midge,  which  parted  com- 
pany with  the  others  off  the  Thimbles. 
Mistral  won  the  run,  beating  Taifee 
7m.  46s!,  and  Stella,  third  boat,  8m.  52s. 
Mistral  beat  thirty-six  nautical  miles  at 
the  rate  of  4.2  knots.  Heron,  last  to 
finish,  beat  the  same  distance  at  the 
speed  of  3.5  knots.  The  average  time 
of  the  fleet  was  gh.  19m.  49s.,  or  an  aver- 
age speed  of  3.9  knots.  Average  speed 
through  the  water,  5.94  knots.  It  may 
be  taken  for  granted  that  all  the  gear  of 
these  boats  is  good,  as  nothing  parted 
and  no  damage  whatever  was  done. 
The  table  follows  : 

Start— 9  A.  M.  Position. 

Finish.  Elapsed.    Cumulative.  Run.  Cum. 

Mistral 5:35:46  8:35:46           21:29:40  i           i 

Kewaydin. .  .6:11:20  9:11:20           22:37:23  6           8 

Golightly. .  ..6:19:20  9:19:20           22:40:20  9           9 


552 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


Finish. 

Elapsed. 

Cu 

miilative^ 

Run. 

Cum. 

.•5:43:32 

8 

43:32 

21:55:23 

2 

4 

..5:44:38 

8 

44:38 

21:34:53 

3 

2 

..5:52:21 

8 

52:24 

2-!:o5:22 

4 

5 

.  .6:00:10 

9 

00:10 

21:51:02 

5 

3 

..6:18:10 

P 

18:10 

22:26:17 

8 

6 

..6:14:34 

9 

14:34 

22:34:54 

7 

7 

••7:13:5s 

10 

13:5s 

23:33:15 

10 

10 

Position. 
Finish.       Elaised.    Cumulative.  1 

Taifee 

Stella 

Nakodo. . . 

Senta 

Tosto 

Bee 

Heron 

The  final  run  for  Cold  Spring  Light, 
thirty-five  nautical  miles  distant,  was 
started  on  Saturday  morning  at  8:30  off 
New  Haven  Light.  A  southwest  wind 
of  i2-knot  velocity  blew,  and  a  glimmer- 
ing haze  extended  from  shore  to  shore. 
A  smart  start  was  made,  all  the  fleet 
getting  over  within  45s.  of  the  signal. 
It  was  pleasant  sailing  enough  all  day 
until  5  p.  M.,  when  black  thunder  clouds 
rose  in  the  west,  threatening  a  violent 
squall.  The  lead- 
ers of  the  fleet 
were  approaching 
Lloyd's  Neck,  the 
Raymond  having 
laid  down  the 
mark- boat  for  the 
finish  line  off  Cold 
Spring  Light, 
//z'^/r^/,  which  had 
led  all  day,  man- 
aged to  finish  at 
5:27:07.  The  wind 
then  fell  light,  and 
the  rest  of  the 
boats  were  unable 
to  reach  the  line, 
remaining  in  the 
doldrums  until 
about  6:30,  when 
a  savage  squall 
struck  them,  forc- 
ing them  to  take 
in  every  stitch. 
The  gust  capsized 
the  mai'k-boat,  and 

caused  the  tug  to  .drag  her  anchor  about 
two  hundred  yards,  thus  obliterating 
the  finish  line.  Kewaydin,  the  boat  that 
seemed  to  be  handicapped  all  along  by 
bad  luck,  ran  ashore  under  Lloyd's 
Neck,  where  she  remained  for  several 
hours,  eventually  being  hauled  off  by 
the  club  launch.  The  tug  went  the 
rounds  to  offer  assistance,  but  none  was 
needed,  the  skippers  reporting  that  the 
craft  had  sustained  the  weight  of  the 
violent  squall  without  suffering  any 
damage.  All  the  yachts  got  to  Seawan- 
haka  Harbor  in  safety.  As  only  one 
boat,  the  Mistral.,  actually  finished,  Mr. 
Walter  C.  Kerr,  of  the  Race  Committee, 
who    had   handled    the    races    sinele- 


handed,  consulted  with  the  skippers, 
and  the  following  order  of  finish  was 
agreed  upon  : 

start— 8:30  A.  M.  Position. 

Finish.      Elapsed.  Cuviulative.  Run.     Cum. 

Mistral...  5:27:07       8:57:07  30:26:47           i           i 

Kevvaydin 10          10 

Golightly 6            7 

Taifee 7           4 

Stella 22 

Nakodo 5            5 

Senta 3            3 

Tosto 9            8 

Bee 4            e 

Herop 8           9 

The  skippers  and  owners  dined  at  the 
club  late  in  the  evening,  and  the  prizes 
were  presented  as  follows :  Mistral, 
$150  silver  cup.  As  Commodore  Rouse 
had  won  his  own  prize  he  immediately 
turned  the  cup  over  to  the  Race  Com- 
mittee to  be  sailed 
for  by  the  knock- 
abouts at  some 
future  time. 
Stella,  John  S. 
Hoyt,  was  award- 
ed a  cabinet  for 
cigars  and  spir- 
its. Senta  was 
awarded  a  cruis- 
ing lunch-basket 
for  cumulative 
time.  A  han  d- 
some  jar  was  pre- 
sented to  Keway- 
din,  the  last  boat, 
for  "  cumulative 
bad  luck."  The 
run  prizes  were 
presented  as  fol- 
lows :  First  run, 
Stella,  a  barom- 
eter ;  second  run. 
Mistral,  silver 
cigfarette  case. 


KEWAYDIN. 


This  was  present- 
ed by  the  Commodore  to  her  skipper, 
Mr.  De  Forest.  Third  run.  Mistral,  belt 
with  silver  knife  and  whistle,  presented 
by  the  Commodore  to  Mr.  Johnston,  the 
amateur  member  of  her  crew  ;  second 
prize,  Taifee,  flask  ;  third  prize,  Nakodo, 
stop  watch.  The  prize  for  the  fourth 
run,  a  handsome  pair  of  marine  glasses, 
won  by  the  Mistral,  was  presented  by 
the  Commodore  to  Mr.  Walter  C.  Kerr, 
who,  in  addition  to  running  the  races 
single-handed,  had  also  acted  as  fleet 
captain  in  the  unavoidable  absence  of 
Mr.  Herbert  L.  Satterlee.  The  first 
racing  cruise  of  the  Seawanhaka  knock- 
abouts was  undoubtedly  a  success  for 
the  little  craft. 


)F©iRTS/^eN'S    0)©OS— THe   SFANieU 


BY   NOMAD. 


T 


liABY    KUTH. 


'HE  spaniel 
is  older 
than  ca- 
nine his- 
tory. Varieties 
of  the  breed 
were  trained 
and  used  so  long 
ago  that  I  shall 
m  ak  e  no  at- 
tempt to  do 
what  better 
men  have  failed 
to  do,  trace  its  origin.  What  is  of  more 
importance  to  tis  is  that  from  a  cross  of 
some  sort  of  spaniel  have  come  the  best 
qualities  of  our  setters  and  pointers,  for 
the  modern  setter  is  an  improvement 
upon  an  old  breed  of  setting  spaniel, 
while  the  pointer,  presumably,  is  the 
product  of  a  cross  of  hound  and  spaniel 
blood. 

In  an  old  and  quite  reliable  work  to 
which  I  am  given  to  turning  when  I  feel 
like  having  an  hour  of  enjoyable  re- 
search, I  find  much  about  the  spaniel, 
too  much  for  present  use.  Says  this 
work  :  "  For  its  fidelity  the  spaniel  has 
gained  the  particular  notice  of  mankind 
and  of  crowned  heads  ;  even  the  chief 
order  of  Denmark  (now  called  the  Order 
of  the  Elephant)  was  instituted  in 
memory  of  a  spaniel  named  Wildbrat, 
who  had  showed  attachment  to  the 
monarch  when  deserted  by  his  subjects. 
The  motto  of  this  order  was  (and  which 
still  remains),  '  Wildbrat  was  faithful.'  " 


Further  on  the  old  book  says  :  "  One 
of  the  landings  of  the  Danes  in  Eng- 
land was  occasioned  by  the  sagacity  and 
affection  of  a  spaniel.  Lodebroch,  of  the 
blood  royal  of  Denmark,  and  father  to 
Humbar  and  Hubba,  being  in  a  boat 
with  his  hawks  and  his  dog,  was,  by  an 
unexpected  storm,  driven  on  the  coast 
of  Norfolk,  where,  being  discovered  and 
suspected  as  a  spy,  he  was  brought  to 
Edmund,  at  that  time  King  of  the  East 
Angles.  Making  himself  known,  he  was 
treated  with  great  hospitality  by  the 
monarch,  and  particularly  so  on  account 
of  his  dexterous  skill  in  hawking  and 
hunting.  The  King's  falconer  grew  jeal- 
ous of  this  attention,  and,  lest  it  should 
lessen  his  merit  in  his  master's  opinion, 


BLUE   BELLS    II. 


had  the  treachery  to  waylay  Lodebroch 
and  murder  hiiTL,  and  conceal  the  body 
among  some  bushes.  He  was  presently 
missedat  court,  and  the  King  manifested 
great  impatience  to  know  what  was  be- 
come of  him,  when  his  dog,  who  had 
stayed  in  the  wood  by  the  corpse  of  his 
master  till  famine  forced  him  thence, 
came  and  fawned  on  the  King,  and  en- 
ticed him  to  follow  him.  The  body  was 
found,  and  by  a  chain  of  evidence  the 
murderer  was  discovered.  As  a  fit 
punishment,  he  was  placed  alone  in 
Lodebroch's  boat,  and  committed  to  the 
mercy  of  the  sea,  which  bore  him  to  the 
very  shore  the  prince  had  quitted.  The 
boat  was  recognized,  and  the  assassin, 
to  avoid  the  torture,  falsely  confessed 
that  Lodebroch  had  been  put  to  death 
by  the  order  of  Edmund,  which  account 
so  exasperated  the  Danes  that,  to  avenge 
his  murder,  they  invaded  England." 


554 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


The  spaniels  of  to-day  retain  a  great 
measure  of  the  loving  faithfulness  and 
intelligence  which  earned  fame  for 
their  ancestors.  Among  the  most  valu- 
able qualities  of  the  field  spaniels,  as 
distinguished  from  the  small  fellows,  or 
toys,  too  small  for  work,  are  intelligence, 
good  nose,  a  natural  liking  for  retriev- 
ing from  water  or  upon  land,  and  the 
ability  to  face  cold  weather  and  cold 
water  without  suffering.  The  chief 
drawbacks,  natural  to  the  dogs,  are  a 
restless  disposition  and  a  riotous,  ex- 
citable temperament,  which  makes  them 
difficult  to  train  and  more  difficult  to 
control  when  in  the  field.  Another  seri- 
ous drawback,  not  natural  to  the  dog, 
but  evolved  by  overanxious  breeders  in 
their  desire  to  produce  "show  type,"  is 
a  lack  of  length  of  underpinning,  which 
makes  a  crack  dog  of  to-day  so  stumpy- 
legged  and  clumsy  that  he  is  practically 
of  no  use  for  field  work,  or  for  anything 
except  retrieving  from  water.  The  ex- 
tremely low-set  animal  may  be  very 
pretty — to  my  mind  he  is  not — but  a  dog 
for  field  work  must  have  longer  limbs  if 
he  is  to  cover  ground. 

The  old-fashioned  spaniels  were  much 
more  leggy  in  type,  and  they  were  bet- 
ter field  dogs  in  consequence.  1  have 
shot  over  some  which  used  to  go  all  day 
without  trouble  at  ■  a  speed  about  equal 
to  the  rate  of  a  slow  setter  or  pointer. 

The  use  of  the  spaniel  in  this  country 
has  never  been  and  will  never  be  gen- 
eral. I  will  admit  that  he  is  a  most  in- 
teresting and  cheerful  companion,  but 
for  actual  field  work  he  is  so  far  inferior 
to  the  setter  and  pointer  that  no  com- 
parison can  help  him.  This  is  not  the 
spaniel's  fault,  but  simply  is  a  matter  of 
unfavorable  conditions.  In  England, 
where  carefully  preserved  covers  are 
well  stocked,  and  where  a  line  of  beat- 
ers drives  the  game  to  the  posted  guns, 
close- working,  well-broken  spaniels  are 
invaluable.  There  the  dogs  are  forever 
busy,  covering  every  yard  of  ground, 
bustling  out  fur  here  and  feathers  there 
— nothing  so  closely  hidden  that  they 
cannot  trail  to  it. 

In  this  country,  with  miles  of  ground 
to  be  covered,  such  pottering  methods 
would  consume  far  too  much  time. 
Hence  the  spaniel  is  not  fancied  by  men 
who  are  themselves  goers.  For  wild- 
fowling  the  dogs  frequently  prove  very 
useful,  but  I  have  yet  to  see  a  pure-bred 
spaniel  do  any  retrieving  from   water 


which  a  medium-sized  setter  could  not 
do  equally  well,  while  upon  land  the 
setter  should  be  the  faster  and  better. 
Of  course,  the  Chesapeake  Bay  dog  and 
the  Irish  water-spaniel  are  excepted  in 
this  comparison  ;  they  are  bred  for  a 
special  work,  in  the  performance  of 
which  no  other  dog  can  approach  them. 

Another  reason  for  the  apparent  lack 
of  appreciation  of  spaniels  in  the  field  is 
to  be  found  in  the  dog's  method.  A 
handsome  spaniel  certainly  is  a  beauti- 
ful creature,  but  though  he  be  as  busy 
as  a  nailer  and  as  stylish  as  possible,  he 
can  never  hope  to  compare  favorably 
with  the  dashing  gait,  the  confident 
draw,  and  the  impressive  pause  of  the 
setter  or  pointer.  The  trouble  with  the 
spaniel  is  that  he  hunts  too  closely,  or, 
perhaps  it  inight  better  be  said,  that  he 
depends  almost  entirely  upon  foot-scent. 
If  he  be  working  on  quail,  he  will  fol- 
low, step  by  step,  the  frequently  intri- 
cate wanderings  of  a  feeding  bevy, 
which  causes  vexatious  loss  of  time. 
Under  the  same  conditions,  a  setter  or 
a  pointer  would  merely  acknowledge 
the  foot- scent,  then  raise  his  head  and 
search  the  air  for  the  body-scent.  In 
other  words,  the  setter  or  pointer  would 
not  potter  over  a  confusion  of  inter- 
mingled tracks,  but  would  take  the 
shortest  cut  to  the  birds,  no  matter 
where  the  tracks  might  have  rambled. 
This  direct  style  of  work  best  suits  the  re- 
quirements of  shooting  in  this  country. 

It  must  not,  however,  be  inferred  that 
the  spaniel  is  entirely  useless  for  work 
upon  such  close-lying  birds  as  quail.  In 
heavy  windfalls  or  slashings,  or  where 
large  brush  piles  are  numerous,  a  good 
spaniel  may  render  yeoman  service  by 
bustling  out  birds.  Rooting  under  brush 
piles,  or  ploughing  a  course  along  a 
vine- draped  fence,  are  not  tasks  that 
we  would  choose  for  good  pointers  or 
setters,  yet  this  sort  of  go-as-you-please 
just  suits  a  spaniel.  In  such  trouble- 
some cover  the  spaniel  will  go  where 
the  man  would  himself  have  to  go  if  he 
only  had  pointers  or  setters.  Yet  these 
occasions  are  comparatively  rare,  too 
rare,  in  fact,  to  warrant  the  keeping  of 
a  spaniel  to  meet  them. 

It  is  my  opinion  that  the  few  support- 
ers of  spaniels  as  field  dogs  in  this  coun- 
try are  men  who  have  never  owned  good 
pointers  or  setters.  It  is  all  very  fine  to 
claim  that  the  spaniel  is  the  dog  for 
cock  or  for   ruffed   grouse  ;  it  is  quite 


SPORTSMEN'S  DOGS— THE  SPANIELS. 


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another  matter  to  prove  it.  If  a  man 
wants  to  tree  and  then  pot  grouse,  I 
will  admit  that  the  spaniel  is  the  dog  for 
that  purpose,  but  if  a  man  wants  sport, 
and,  as  true  sportsmen  do,  values  dead 
birds  less  than  the  pleasure  of  enjoying 
an  outing  enhanced  by  intelligent  dog- 
work,  he  will  follow  the  setter  or  pointer. 
The  way  these  dogs,  if  good,  handle  a 
wary  old  grouse,  with  the  triumph  of  an 
occasional  clean  kill  of  this  most  baffling 
of  all  our  feathered  game,  is,  in  my 
opinion,  much  more  satisfying  than 
blowing  any  number  of  perching  birds 
off  branches. 

I  used  spaniels  in  the  glorious  salad 
days,  and  had  heaps  of  fun  with  them, 
but  that  was  before  I  had  sefen  the  work 
of  the  dashing  Irishman,  the  sturdy 
native,  or  the  stylish  rat-tailed  fellow. 
No  sooner  had  I  seen  dogs  range  and 
point  than  I  realized  how  far  out  of  it 
were  my  curly-coated  friends.  They 
are  friends  still,  but  one  of  their  race  is 
never  invited  to  go  afield,  except  when 
the  better  animals  are  unavailable. 

When  I  first  tried  to  shoot  ruffed 
grouse  my  boon  companion  was  an  ac- 
tive, leggy  spaniel  of  mixed  blood,  in 
which  the  Irish  predominated.  This 
dog  was  a  veteran  ;  he  possessed  a  nose 
of  rare  power,  a  set  of  brains  the  like  of 
which  might  be  useful  to  some  men  I 
know,  and  he  was  rather  easy  to  control. 
He  was  also  considered  to  be  the  best 
grouse  dog  in  our  county.  I  killed  num- 
bers of  birds  in  heavy  cover,  over  him, 
and  I  highly  prized  him. 

One  day,  as  happens  in  rural  districts, 
a  despised  "  city  sport  "  came  along,  and 
he  had  with  him  a  roan  setter.  My 
spaniel  was  away  with  a  friend,  and  the 
stranger  asked  me  to  take  him  to  the 
grouse  covers.  I  did  not  much  fancy 
the  job,  for  was  not  my  dog  afield,  and 
what  could  this  new-fangled  brute  know 
about  grouse  ?  We  went,  and,  to  be  can- 
did, before  nightfall  I  was  glad  that  the 
spaniel  had  been  spared  a  mortification 
of  spirit. 

The  setter's  work  was  a  revelation. 
He  was  silent,  methodical,  reliable,  and 
— he  stopped  !  Aye,  there  was  the  great 
feature — he  did  not  try  to  get  too  close 
to  his  birds,  and  he  pointed  and  held  the 
point  till  the  guns  had  taken  the  best 
positions.  If  the  grouse  flushed  and 
roared  away  without  affording  a  chance 
that  was  not  the  dog's  fault.  He 
showed  where  the  game   was   without 


alarming  it.  He  gave  us  plenty  of  time 
to  take 'advantage  of  any  openings  in  the 
cover,  and  these  highly  important  things 
the  spaniel  could  not  do.  When  that 
day  ended  we  had  a  goodly  bag  of  birds, 
and  I  was  converted. 

For  cock-shooting  spaniels  are  very 
inferior  to  the  more  popular  breeds.  In 
cover  they  flush  birds  as  they  happen  to 
find  them,  no  matter  where  the  gun  may 
be,  and  they  possess  no  special  merit 
which  entitles  them  to  rank  with  setters 
or  pointers.  The  dogs  that  point,  if 
their  noses  are  what  they  should  be,  do 
not  have  to  pot?ter  over  tracks.  They 
are  questing  for  body-scent,  and,  when 
they  pull  up  on  a  bird,  a  man  usually 
has  plenty  of  time  to  choose  the  best  po- 
sition, if  necessary  to  get  upon  a  log  or  a 
stump  before  the  flush. 

To  see  the  spaniel  at  his  best  he 
should  be  taken  to  the  haunts  of  the 
water-fowl.  In  the  salt  marshes,  the 
lakes  and  streams  of  the  East,  and  in  the 
prairie  sloughs  of  the  West,  he  is  indeed 
a  great  little  dog.  His  stumpy  legs  may 
be  poor  performers  on  dry  ground,  but 
they  are  very  efficient  when  it  comes  to 
swimming.  The  dog,  too,  is  a  hardy 
fellow,  ready  to  face  any  weather  and 
cold  water  whenever  asked.  As  a  re- 
triever from  water  he  is  most  dcvsirable, 
while  his  intelligence  and  compact  form 
make  him  the  best  of  dogs  for  the  duck- 
ing skiff.  Of  course,  the  Irish  water- 
spaniel  is  excluded  from  all  references  to 
short  legs  and  clumsiness  ;  a  good  speci- 
men of  this  dog  appears  to  be  quite 
long-legged.  The  Irishman  is  also  very 
active  and  full  of  dash. 

A  glance  at  the  best  known  breeds  of 
spaniels  will  not  be  out  of  place.  Those 
which  have  found  more  or  less  favor  in 
this  country  include  the  cocker  and  field 
spaniels,  the  Irish  water-spaniel,  the 
Sussex  spaniel,  and  the  Clutnber  span- 
iel. As  this  paper  treats  of  the  spaniels 
as  sportsmen's  dogs,  there  is  no  need  to 
dwell  upon  the  field  spaniels  and  cock- 
ers. The  difference  between  them  is 
only  a  question  of  pounds — the  big  ones 
are  field  spaniels  and  the  little  ones  are 
cockers.  A  pernicious  system  of  breed- 
iftg  has  produced  a  type  absolutely 
worthless  for  active  service.  The  dogs 
have  beautiful  heads  and  ears,  they  are 
delightful  little  comrades,  as  loving, 
gentle  and  intelligent  as  dogs  can  be — 
in  fine,  they  are  pets,  and  no  good  for 
anything  else. 


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When  the  spaniel  was  first  brought  to 
England  centuries  ago  from  his  home 
in  Spain,  he  was  a  strong,  active  and 
almost  tireless  creature,  something  like 
a  setter  in  shape,  with  legs  long  enough 
for  quite  a  turn  of  speed.  To-day  our 
bench  shows  are  burdened  with  de- 
formities, which,  in  body  and  leg,  look 
more  like  Berkshire  pigs  than  dogs  in- 
tended for  field  work.  It  is  extremely 
doubtful  if  our  best(?)  field  and  cocker 
spaniels  could  even  keep  moving  for 
half  a  day  in  heavy  ground,  nor  could 
they  show  anything  like  speed  over  a 
mile-long  smooth  path.  This  may  be 
all  very  fine  in  the  eyes  of  "the  fancy," 
but  it  finds  no  favor  with  sportsmen. 

The  Clumber,  too,  while  interesting 
in  his  way,  is  ill  fitted  for  useful  work  in 


ever,  I  do  not  think  they  will  ever  be- 
come popular,  unless  we  gradually  drift 
into  the  English  system  of  large  pre- 
serves, beaters  and  posted  guns. 

The  good  points  of  the  Clumber  in- 
clude intelligence,  a  sedate,  easily  con- 
trolled temperament,  and  an  excellent 
nose.  He  is  also  a  very  fair  retriever. 
His  faults,  judged  from  the  A^nerican 
point  of  view,  are  beefiness,  with  its  at- 
tendant clumsiness,  a  slow,  pottering 
method  of  working,  and  a  shortness  of 
leg,  which  seriously  handicaps  the  dog 
when  in  certain  kinds  of  cover  or  in  deep 
snow.  His  color,  too  (the  best  being  a 
white  body  with  slight  lemon  markings 
on  head),  is  against  him  for  work  in 
the  duck  marshes,  the  white  being  much 
too  conspicuous. 


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...^^^^^^^^^- 


this  country.  He  is  of  the  Lady  Jane 
order,  not  so  very  fair,  but  "  massive," 
the  sort  that  some  ponderous  Dutchman 
might  find  pleasure  in  toddling  after. 
This  peculiar  and,  in  this  country,  little 
known  breed  takes  its  name  from  the 
Nottinghamshire  seat  of  the  Dukes  of 
Newcastle,  though  the  ancient  home  of 
the  dogs  was  France.  A  couple  of  cen- 
turies ago  a  Duke  of  Newcastle  brought 
some  of  them  from  the  French  kennels 
of  the  Due  de  Noailles,  and  descendants 
of  these  old-timers  still  find  a  home  at 
Clumber. 

Clumbers,  unlike  most  spaniels,  hunt 
mute,  and  in  English  covers  ;  where  con- 
ditions are  favorable  they  do  excellent 
work.     For   use   in  this  country,  how- 


According  to  the  English  standard 
the  Clumber  is  described  as  follows  : 

Head — Large,  square  and  massive  ; 
flat  on  top,  ending  in  a  peak  at  occiput ; 
round  above  eyes,  with  a  deep  stop  ; 
muzzle  heavy  and  freckled  ;  lip  of  upper 
jaw  slightly  overhung  ;  skin  under  eyes 
dropping  and  showing  haw. 

Ears — Large  and  well  covered  with 
straight  hair  and  hanging  slightly  for- 
ward, the  feather  not  to  extend  below 
the  leather. 

Neck — Very  thick  and  powerful,  and 
well  feathered  underneath. 

Body — Very  long  and  heavy,  and  near 
the  ground.  Weight  of  dogs,  55  pounds 
to  65  pounds  ;  bitches,  45  pounds  to  55 
pounds. 


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Nose — Square  and  flesh -colored. 

Shoulders  and  eJiest — Wide  and  deep  ; 
shoulders  strong"  and  muscular. 

Back  and  loin — Back  straight,  broad 
and  long ;  loin  powerful  and  well  let 
down. 

Hindquarters — Very  powerful,  with 
thighs  placed  well  at  back  of  body. 

Stern — Set  very  low  (while  retaining 
the  more  important  point  of  a  straight 
back),  well  feathered  and  carried  about 
level  with  the  backbone. 

Feet  and  legs — Feet  large  and  round, 
well  covered  with  hair  ;  legs  short, 
thick  and  strong  ;  hocks  low. 

Coat  —  Long,  plentiful,  soft  and 
straight. 

Color — Plain  white  with  lemon  mark- 
ings ;  orange  permissible,  but  not  so 
desirable  ;  slight  head  markings,  with 
white  body  preferred. 

General  appearance — Should  be  that 
of  a  very  long,  low,  heavy,  massive  dog, 
with  a  thoughtful  expression. 

The  reader  will  readily  understand 
from  this  description  that  one  might  as 
well  expect  speed  from  a  mudturtle  as 
from  a  Clumber.  The  dog  works  at  a 
lumbering  trot,  but  quite  frequently 
shows  plenty  of  style  when  tracing  a 
warm  trail.  As  good  specimens  of  the 
breed  are  rare  in  this  country  and  in 
Canada,  very  few  American  sportsmen 
have  seen  them  in  the  field. 

My  own  experience  of  them  is  limited 
to  three  dogs,  but  as  these  were  either 
noted  bench  winners  or  about  as  good 
in  the  field  as  a  Clumber  can  be,  they 
were  quite  sufficient  to  demonstrate  the 
capabilities  of  the  breed.  Perhaps  the 
best  of  the  trio  was  owned  in  the  ex- 
treme west  of  Ontario  about  eighteen 
years  ago.  I  believe  he  was  brought 
from  England  as  a  present  for  a  gentle- 
man of  my  acquaintance.  He  was  an 
unusually  fine  specimen,  quite  good 
enough  for  the  champions  of  to-day. 
In  that  country  water-fowl  and  nearly 
every  variety  of  game  from  deer  down 
to  shorebirds  abounded.  The  country 
was  a  mixture  of  forest,  thicket,  plain 
and  marsh,  with  many  waterways — just 
the  sort  for  spaniels. 

The  Clumber,  however,  was  never  in 
it  with  the  pointers  and  setters.  He 
was  willing  enough  and  game  enough, 
but  he  was  not  built  right.  If  at  early 
cock-shooting,  the  heat  played  the  mis- 
chief with  the  heavy  fellow  ;  in  thick 
cover   on   grouse   he   was   entirely  too 


noisy  ;  in  deep  mud  he  was  forever  get- 
ting into  trouble,  and  when  it  came  to 
alternate  mud  and  snow  he  soon  became 
a  miserable  object  indeed.  The  final 
verdict  was  that  he  was  interesting  but 
not  practical. 

Years  later,  near  Montreal,  I  had  an- 
other experience.  A  friend  owned  a 
team  of  capital  Clumbers,  one  of  them 
being  quite  a  noted  animal.  We  took 
them  out  one  day  to  see  them  work  a 
bit  of  cover.  There  was  plenty  of  snow, 
and  the  dogs  made  mighty  poor  weather 
of  it.  They  were  full  of  grit,  but  they 
could  not  cover  the  ground  except  at  a 
snail's  pace.  Nearly  one-third  of  the 
time  they  were  ridding  themselves  of 
snowballs,  or  else  trying  to  crawl  out  of 
some  hole.  An  ordinarily  smart  setter 
or  pointer  could  have  rattled  through 
the  whole  business  in  short  order.  In 
justice  to  these  dogs,  I  may  say  that 
they  appeared  to  have  excellent  noses. 

The  Sussex  spaniel  has  one  impor- 
tant advantage  over  the  Clumber.  His 
coat  is  a  beautiful  golden  liver,  which 


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OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


is  near  enough  to  the  dead  grass  shade 
to  make  him  useful  in  the  marshes. 
His  home  is  in  the  English  county  of 
the  same  name.  The  objections  I  have 
made  against  the  Clumber  will  apply 
almost  as  well  in  the  case  of  the  Sus- 
sex for  use  in  this  country.  He  is  nearly 
as  heavil)^  built  as  the  white  fellow, 
but,  unlike  the  Clumber,  the  Sussex 
throws  a  merry  tongue  when  on  game. 

The  Irish  water-spaniel  is  worthy  of 
more  serious  attention.  This  grand  dog 
has  made  friends  wherever  introduced, 
especially  in  the  wild-fowling  sections. 
There  were  formerly  two  varieties  of 
the  breed,  one  of  which  was  peculiar  to 
the  north  of  Ireland.  I  have  never 
heard  of  members  of  this  branch  of  the 
family  in  this  country.  The  type  was 
not  a  desirable  one.  The  dogs  were 
much  shorter  timbered  and  clumsier 
than  the  Irishman  as  we  know  him. 

The  Irish  spaniel,  did  he  but  know  it, 
owes  more  than  he  can  ever  repay  to 
Mr.  Justin  McCarthy,  who  as  long  ago 
as  the  fifties  earnestly  labored  in  behalf 
of  the  type  as  we  now  know  it. 

A  good  spaniel  of  this  breed  is  about 
as  peculiar-looking  a  varmint  as  one 
could  wish  to  see.  No  need  to  inquire  if 
he  came  from  the  Green  Isle  !  The  first 
glance  at  his  tatters — for  he  looks  like 
the  "Raggedy  man" — his  worn  breeches, 
his  irresistible  topknot,  and,  above 
all,  the  wonderful  expression  of  his 
eye,  are  all  comically  suggestive  of  hu- 
morous, devil-may-care,  clever  Paddy. 
I  do  not  know  how  many  others  may 
have  noticed  it,  but  to  me  both  the  Irish 
terrier  and  the  spaniel  have  about  them 
a  distinctively  Hibernian  air  which  is 
unmistakable. 

The  chief  value  of  this  dog  to  the 
sportsman  is  as  a  retriever.  He  is  a 
worthy  rival  of  the  famous  dog  of  the 
Chesapeake,  and  no  weather  is  too  se- 
vere, while  few  tasks  are  too  difficult 
for  him.  He  is  game  to  the  core,  a  very 
powerful,  magnificent  swimmer,  and  to 
all  intents  a  natural  retriever.  His  oily 
coat  can  bid  defiance  to  cold  water, 
while  a  vigorous  shake  apjiears  to  at  once 
dry  it.  This  valuable  quality,  however, 
makes  him  an  undesirable  companion 
in  the  house.  No  one  who  has  invited 
him  to  share  the  comforts  of  the  fireside 
will  care  to  repeat  the  invitation,  for 
there  is  no  denying  the  fact  that  the 
coat  has  an  odor  not  of  sanctity.  In  the 
open    air,    winter   and    summer,  is  his 


proper  place,  for  he  is  as  hardy  as  a 
badger.  He  is  a  most  intelligent  and 
willing  worker,  and  will  show  to  the 
greatest  advantage  under  conditions 
which  would  baffle  almost  any  other 
retriever  from  water. 

With  all  his  good  points  he  has  one 
fault,  which  requires  careful  attention 
on  the  part  of  his  trainer.  He  is  very 
frequently  "  hard-mouthed,"  but,  for- 
tunately, he  is  so  intelligent  and  teacha- 
ble that  this  difficulty  may  be  overcome. 
For  work  in  the  cold  lakes  and  prairie 
sloughs,  where  heavy  fowl  like  swan 
and  geese  are  included  in  the  bag,  he  is 
invaluable. 

The  standard  of  the  Irish  water- 
spaniel,  as  adopted  by  the  American 
Spaniel  Club,  is  as  follows  : 

Head — By  no  means  long,  with  very 
little  brow,  but  moderately  wide  It  is 
covered  with  curls,  rather  longer  and 
more  open  than  those  of  the  body  nearly 
to  the  eyes,  but  not  so  as  to  be  wigged 
like  the  poodle. 

Face  and  eyes — Very  peculiar.  Face 
very  long  and  quite  bare  of  curl,  the 
hair  being  short  and  smooth,  though 
not  glossy  ;  nose  broad  and  nostrils 
well  developed  ;  teeth  strong  and  level ; 
eyes  small  and  set  almost  flush,  without 
eyebrows. 

Topknot — A  characteristic  of  the  true 
breed,  should  fall  between  and  over  the 
eyes  in  a  peaked  form. 

Ears — Long,  the  leather  extending, 
when  drawn  forward,  a  little  beyond 
the  nose,  and  the  curls  with  which  they 
are  clothed  two  or  three  inches  beyond. 
The  whole  of  the  ears  is  thickly 
covered  with  curls,  which  gradually 
lengthen    toward  the  tips. 

Chest  and  shoulders — There  is  noth- 
ing remarkable  about  these  points, 
which  must,  nevertheless,  be  of  suffi- 
cient dimensions  and  muscularity.  The 
chest  is  small,  compared  to  most  breeds 
of  similar  substance. 

Back  and  quarters — No  peculiarities, 
but  the  stifles  are  almost  always  straight, 
giving  an  appearance  of  legginess. 

Legs  and  feet — The  legs  should  be 
straight  and  the  feet  large,  but  strong ; 
the  toes  are  somewhat  open,  and  covered 
with  short,  crisp  curls.  In  all  dogs  of 
this  breed  the  legs  are  thickly  clothed 
with  short  curls,  slightly  pendant  be- 
hind and  at  the  sides,  and  some  have 
them  all  round,  hanging  in  ringlets  for 
some  time  before  the  annual  shedding. 


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559 


No  feather  like  that  of  the  setter  should 
be  shown.  The  front  of  the  hind  legs 
below  the  hocks  is  always  bare. 

Tail — Very  thick  at  the  root,  where 
it  is  clothed  with  very  short  hair.  Be- 
yond the  root,  however,  the  hair  is  per- 
fectly short,  so  as  to  look  as  if  the  tail 
had  been  clipped,  which  it  sometimes 
fraudulently  is  at  shows,  but  the  natural 
hairiness  of  the  tail  is  a  true  character- 
istic of  the  breed. 

Coat — Composed  of  short  curls  of 
hair,  not  woolly,  which  betrays  the 
poodle  cross.  A  soft,  flossy  coat  is  ob- 
jected to  as  indicative  of  an  admixture 
with  some  of  the  land  spaniels. 

Color — A  deep,  pure  liver,  without 
white  ;  but,  as  in  other  breeds,  a  white 
toe  will  occasionally  appear  with  the 
best-bred  litter.  The  symmetrj^  of  this 
dog  is  not  very  great. 

A  personal  adventure  with  a  brace  of 
Irish  spaniels  may  serve  as  a  wind-up  to 
this  sketch.  Old-timers  at  bench-shows 
will  remeinber  Champion  Mike,  and  pos- 
sibly Bridget,  as  well.  Mike  was  an  ex- 
cellent specimen  of  the  breed,  and  some 
of  the  members  of  Big  Point  Club,  Lake 
St.  Clair,  decided  to  secure  Mike  and 
mate  and  raise  some  puppies  for  work 
in  the  marshes.  The  puppies,  I  believe, 
did  not  materialize  ;  but  that  is  a  side 
issue. 

For  some  time  Mike  and  Bridget  were 
kept  at  a  saw-mill,  a  short  distance  up 
river  from  my  home.  I  was  then — alas, 
that  'tis  so  long  ago  ! — something  of  a 
water-dog  inyself,  and  could  stay  under 
water  about  two  minutes,  on  a  pinch. 
In  the  river  below  the  mill  was  a  boom, 
which  usually  held  many  logs.  The 
young  men  of  the  town  were  addicted  to 
swimming  about  the  boom,  diving,  roll- 
ing logs,  and  having  a  good  time  gener- 
ally. This  the  spaniels  resented,  but, 
beyond  baying  a  vigorous  protest  from 
the  bank,  they  for  some  time  showed  no 
disposition  to  go  further. 

Perhaps  some  thoughtless  bathers 
teased  the  dogs  too  much — anyway,  in 
course  of  time  Bridget  began  to  show 
an  ugly  temper.  One  day  she  tackled 
an  inoffensive  pedestrian  and  sampled 
his  flesh.  Soon  after  she  bit  another 
man,  and  word  was  passed  around  to 
look  out  for  my  lady.  Mike  had  not 
yet  offered  to  take  hold  of  anyone, 
though  he  seconded  Bridget's  noisy 
charges  upon  passers-by. 

At  last  the  climax  came.     I  had  pad- 


dled alone  to  the  haven,  and  the  sultry 
air  suggested  that  a  long,  lazy  swim 
would  be  good  medicine.  I  stripped, 
and,  instead  of  placing  my  clothes  in 
the  canoe,  I  laid  them  upon  a  large  and 
steady  log.  Then  I  took  a  header  into 
eighteen  feet  of  water. 

At  the  sound  of  my  plunge  war-talk 
opened  from  the  bank,  and  down  came 
the  spaniels  with  a  rush.  They  evi- 
dently thought  that  a  solitary  bather 
was  too  easy  game  to  be  missed,  and  I 
at  once  saw  that  they  meant  mischief. 
Mike  knew  me  well  enough  when  I  had 
clothes,  but  the  "  altogether  "  destroyed 
his  friendship.  The  first  thing  they  did 
was  to  make  for  the  clothes,  which  they 
nosed  over,  then  managed  to  roll  the 
log  enough  to  dump  my  outfit  into  the 
river. 

This  was  getting  past  a  joke ;  and 
from  mid-stream  I  roared  at  them  to  go 
home,  or  any  place  where  punishment 
fits  misdeeds.  In  response,  they  sprang 
into  the  water  and  started  for  me  in 
dead  earnest.  Now,  while  I  was  a  fast 
swimmer,  that  was  no  warrant  that  I 
had  license  to  fool  with  a  brace  of 
angry  Irish  spaniels.  Big  Mike  was 
intensely  excited,  and  I  at  once  realized 
that  he  was  the  dangerous  one.  At 
first  I  tried  a  straightaway  dash,  think- 
ing that  they  would  soon  give  it  up;  but 
Mike  was  mad  all  through,  and,  while 
Bridget  seemed  rather  doubtful  about 
the  chase,  he  ploughed  after  me  at  a 
rate  which  left  precious  few  moments 
for  figuring.  Finally,  when  he  had 
drawn  near,  and  was  ten  yards  ahead  of 
Bridget,  I  turned  and  faced  him,  at  the 
same  time  shouting  and  splashing  water 
at  him. 

This,  however,  only  incensed  him  the 
more.  On  he  came,  as  hard  as  he  could 
drive,  his  small  eyes  blazing  with  fu- 
rious wrath.  When  he  was  almost 
within  reach,  I  rapidly  sank,  feet  first, 
and  when  a  couple  of  yards  below  the 
surface,  paused  for  a  look  upward.  The 
sun  made  a  blaze  of  light  directly  above 
me,  and  in  this  illuminated  space  I 
could  see  dark  legs  vigorously  trotting 
and  a  dark  body  circling  about.  Rising 
a  bit,  I  seized  a  hind  paw  and  gripped 
it  with  all  the  power  I  could  muster,  at 
the  same  time  forcing  myself  deeper 
and  deeper. 

I  heard  something  like  the  echo  of  a 
shriek  as  I  bored  resolutely  downward. 
How  he  did  kick  and  paw  and  writhe 


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about  !  But  I  had  him,  though  he  did 
not  know  zvhat  had  him.  Somewhere 
in  the  cool,  green  glooms  Mike  under- 
went a  change  of  heart.  When  I  was 
compelled  to  let  go,  he  went  to  the  sur- 
face like  a  bit  of  released  elastic.  When 
I  followed  suit,  all  I  could  see  was  a 
lively  brown  streak  with  a  bad  cough  at 
one  end  and  a  white  wake  at  the  other. 
Bridget  had  already  gone  ashore,  and 
when    Mike   crawled    out,   pretty   well 


used  up,  the}^  seemed  to  hold  a  sort  of 
consultation,  presumably  to  try  and  de- 
cide, first,  what  sort  of  an  alligator  had 
found  its  way  into  their  river.  Two 
quieter  dogs  were  never  seen,  and,  so 
far  as  I  know,  they  never  forgot  the 
experience  of  that  day,  or  again  attacked 
either  bather  or  pedestrian.  After  a 
deal  of  trouble  I  secured  enough  of  my 
outfit  to  go  home  in  without  taking  any 
chances  with  the  law. 


JOHNNY. 


WHEN  frosty  Time  hath  touched  our  powers, 
When  days  long  past  revive — 
That  famous  camping-out  of  ours, 
In  eighteen-ninety-five. 


Will  flash  its  pristine,  quick'ning  joys. 

In  glow  of  mem'ries  bright. 
And  fling  o'er  "  Times  when  we  were  boys 

Its  hues  of  summer  light. 

Once  more  we'll  hear  the  lonely  loon. 

We'll  see  the  twilight  blaze, 
And  sail  beneath  a  waning  moon 

On  mist-enshrouded  ways. 


The  glorious  tints  of  morning  gold, 

The  placid,  perfect  lake  ; 
The  islands,  and  the  distant  wold, 

The  forest,  and  the  brake. 

And  all  that  life  we  found  so  fair 

Will  gleam  from  out  the  past ; 
Elusive,  fleeting,  light  as  air, 

But  fragrant  to  the  last. 

George  Hartley. 


THe    YARf^    ©F   THf 


(jd 


YAi^VA. 


9i? 


FAWT     M.       PE©n     SOUTH  A^FTOW 

BY    E.    L.    H.    McGINNIS. 


1 N  our  arrival 
at  Southamp- 
ton we  found 
that  our  gen- 
ial host,  the 
owner  of 
the  Vamp  a, 
would  join  us 
on  the  mor- 
row; and  at 
the  station, 
we  soon  after, 
as  the  train  rolled  in,  saw  Richie's 
familiar  face  in  the  window  of  his 
compartment.  If  he  was  as  glad  to 
see  us  as  we  were  to  welcome  him, 
he  must  indeed  have  been  happy.  His 
baggage  having  been  collected  and 
placed  in  charge  of  a  Jehu,  we  started 
for  the  landing,  after  giving  him  to 
understand  that  a  place  could  be  found 
for  us  to  sleep  aboard  in  spite  of  the 
confusion  of  getting  to  rights  again. 
Imagine  his  surprise  as  he  stepped 
on  deck  to  the  merry  music  of  the  boat- 
swain's pipe,  and  found  the  yacht  in 
perfect  order,  newly  painted  and  var- 
nished, with  every  rope  neatly  "  Flem- 
ished," and  looking  as  handsome  as  a 
picture.  He  was  like  a  boy  in  his  en- 
thusiasm, and  could  not  get  over  his 
amazement  at  our  time  crossing  and 
refitting.  Soon  after  a  boat  was  seen 
coming  alongside,  laden  with  trunks, 
bags,  etc.,  over  the  top  of  which  peeped 
Theo's  smiling  countenance.  So  here,  at 
last,  was  our  little  party  complete  for  the 
Baltic.  There  was  much  to  talk  about 
and  plan  for,  and  midnight  found  us  still 
at  it,  when  a  pause  for  sleep  was  made. 


A  quiet  morning  was  spent  on  board, 
and  in  the  afternoon  we  went  ashore. 
Richie  and  I  took  a  drive  down  along 
the  beach  to  that  beautiful  ruin  of  Net- 
ley  Abbey,  one  of  the  most  picturesque 
and  interesting  I  have  ever  seen.  I  have 
often  wondered  why  this  ruin  is  not 
more  generally  known  and  spoken  of, 
for  a  visit  to  it  is  well  worth  waiting 
over  a  few  hours  for,  even  by  the  hur- 
ried American  tourist  anxious  to  reach 
London.  We  were  charmed  with  its 
beauties,  and  lingered  long  in  its  vast 
halls  and  vine-covered  arches,  vSoftened 
in  tone  by  moss  and  lichen,  the  growth  of 
centuries.  As  the  setting  sun  came 
through  the  old  stone  window-case- 
ments, we  reluctantly  departed.  The 
country,  with  its  green  fields  and  haw- 
thorn hedges,  was   so   lovely,   that   we 


A   LITTLE    SPORT    ON    THE    SIDE. 


A   BEAUTIFUL    DAY    BUT    VERY    LITTLE    WIND. 

were  driven  a  little  further  on,  through 
the  grounds  of  the  large  Netley  Hospi- 
tal, where  England  sends  her  wounded 
and  sick  soldiers  and  sailors,  many  of 
whom  we  saw  busily  engaged  in  cro- 
cheting and  knitting  as  they  lay  around 
under  the  shade-trees,  in  little  groups, 
probably  discussing  the  latest  campaign 
in  India,  Egypt,  or  the  "  West  Coast" — 
for  when  is  Britain  ever  at  peace  with 
the  whole  world  ? 

The  drive  back  to  town  along  the 
shore  of  the  harbor,  at  sunset,  was  most 
exquisite  ;  and  the  funny  little,  squatty 
ferry-boat  that  pulls  itself  across  the 
river  Itchen  by  a  chain,  and  lands  one 
right  on  the  pebbly  beach  by  a  dropped 
board,  was  reached  at  twilight. 

Our  drive  had  sharpened  ourappetites. 


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and  we  did  full  justice  to  "Chef  Char- 
lie's "  excellent  dinner,  and  at  midnight 
were  once  more  wooing  nature's  sweet 
restorer. 

A  most  beautiful  day  broke  with  a  nice 
breeze  from  the  southwest,  and  as  we 
went  on  deck  in  the  morning  our  eyes 
were  greeted  by  a  sight  of  the  Brooklyn, 
our  representative  vessel  at  the  naval 
review.  She  loomed  up  like  a  huge, 
white  leviathan,  and  showed  few  signs 
of  having  just  finished  her  3200-mile 
voyage.  As  Richie  had  friends  on 
board,  we  jumped  into  the  launch  and 
ran  down  the  harbor  to  visit  her.  As 
we  neared  her,  one  of  her  launches,  tow- 
ing a  boat,  put  out,  and  on  drawing 
closer  together  we  recognized  Messrs. 
Rogers,  Long,  and  other  friends,  who 
hailed  us.  At  that  moment  the  cylinder- 
head  of  their  engine  blew  out  and,  pres- 
ently, our  friends  had  scrambled  aboard 
our  boat,  accepting  our  offer  to  take 
them  to  the  ship  for  assistance. 

In  a  few  moments  we  were  on  board 
the  war-vessel,  and  enjoying  a  chat  with 
Admiral  Miller  and  Captain  Cook.  From 
their  quarters  we  were  ushered  to  the 
ward-room,  and  Lieut.  Long  took  us 
all  over  the  ship,  a  most  interesting  and 
instructive  experience. 

Returning  to  the  yacht,  we  were  just 

in   time   for  lunch,    after   which   Theo 

amused  himself  by  rigging  the  cutter 

(christened      the    "  Yaller"    from     her 

color);  and  taking  one  or  two  men  as 

ballast  we  all  tumbled  into  her,  and  had 

a  fine  sail  down  the  harbor,  inspecting 

and   sailing   around   the   huge   fleet  of 

yachts — sail  and  steam — lying  at  anchor. 

On  dur  return  to  the  ship  we  received  a 

visit  froin  Lieut.  Chamberlayne,  H.M.S. 

Deer,    which    was    anchored    near,   and 

persuaded  him  to  dine  with  us.     Later, 

I  packed  my  grip-sack  for  Paris,  where 

I  had  some  business  matters  to  attend 

to  before  going  East,  and  at  11.30  Richie 

took  me  over  to  the  landing  in  the  gig, 

and  I  was  soon  on  board  the  boat  for 

Havre. 

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True  to  arrangement  I  returned 
early  on  the  morning  of  the  2 2d  June, 
several  hours  late  on  account  of  the  very 
bad  weather  on  the  Channel,  so  bad,  in 
fact,  that  there  was  a  report  of  a  small 
steamer  abandoned,  and  several  wrecks 
with  loss  of  life.  After  lunch  we  all 
went  ashore  for  a  few  last  errands,  to 
fix   ship's   papers    at  the    consul's  (Mr. 


Kinkead,  who  helped  us  in  every  way), 
have  our  passports  vised  by  the  Russian 
consul,  and  complete  all  final  arrange- 
ments for  our  long  sail  to  the  eastward. 

One  month  before  we  had  sailed  from 
New  London,  and  now  our  anchor  is 
hove  short,  for  we  are  awaiting  the  tug 
to  tow  us  out.  Mr.  Smith,  compass  ad- 
juster, was  already  on  board,  and  on  the 
way  down  to  the  harbor  we  "  swung 
ship  "  in  order  to  make  sure  of  no  mis- 
takes, caused  by  iron  davits  attracting 
our  compass.  The  huge  volumes  of 
soot  and  smoke  from  the  tug  made  us 
apprehensive  as  to  the  complexion  of 
our  snowy  sails,  and  her  captain  seemed 
determined  to  have  us  remember  that 
soft  coal  was  not  prohibited  in  England. 
The  compass  adjustment  having  been 
finished,  we  were  headed  for  Ryde, 
where  we  came  to  anchor  in  front  of  the 
Royal  Victoria  Yacht  Club-house  about 
noon.  Lunch  was  soon  over,  and  Richie, 
Mr.  Smith  and  I  jumped  into  the  launch 
and  sailed  up  and  down  through  the 
superb  fleet  of  war- vessels  anchored  in 
four  longrows  across  the  harbor  at  Spit- 
head. 

The  grand  sight  of  ships  gathered  to 
do  honor  to  the  queen  on  the  sixtieth 
anniversary  of  her  accession  to  the 
throne,  was  something  so  magnificent 
that  it  needs  an  abler  pen  than  mine  to 
doit  justice.  Picture  to  yourselves,  you 
who  talk  lightly  of  England's  power, 
two  hundred  and  sixty  war- vessels  of  all 
sizes  and  kinds,  from  the  midget  torpedo- 
boat  to  the  huge  levathians.  Powerful 
and  Terrible  (and  they  certainly  looked 
to  be  well  named),  and  then  realize  that 
these  were  all  vessels  selected  frotn  the 
Jioine  fleet  only  I  Not  a  vessel  was  called 
back  from  foreign  station,  either  from 
the  Mediterranean  or  the  Antipodes.  And 
think  of  what  the  aggregate  strength  of 
her  combined  squadrons  is  !  Think  !  ! 
And  in  all  this  array  not  one  vessel  of 
any  sort  could  be  called  "out-of-date," 
for  each  and  every  one  was  perfectly 
equipped  for  "business."  Is  it  any  won- 
der that  a  British  subject  is  rarely  in- 
jured while  a';road  ?  But  to  return  to 
our  sail  among  them.  As  if  the  display 
of  British  vessels  was  not  enough  of  in- 
terest, twenty  foreign  flags  floated  over 
the  sterns  of  as  many  superb  men-of- 
war  sent  by  foreign  governments,  each 
the  pride  of  its  respective  nation.  Add 
to  this  the  greatest  passenger-ships  of 
different  companies,  including  the  Teu- 


THE    YARN  OF   THE  ''YAM PA. 


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lonic^  New  York  and  many  other  enor- 
mous vessels,  not  to  speak  of  hundreds 
of  yachts,  excursion  boats  and  craft  of 
all  sorts  and  kinds,  stretching-  away  for 
miles  in  each  direction,  with  bands  play- 
ing, colors  flying  and  dipping-  in  salute, 
and  cannon  thundering  ! 

Up  and  down  the  lines  we  ran,  until 
wearied  from  excess  of  splendor  we 
steamed  alongside  the  Brooklyn  and 
were  welcomed  by  our  friends  among 
the  officers.  As  we  were  standing  well 
aft  on  her  snowy  deck  an  excursion 
steamer  slowly  paddled  by,  carrying  in 
the  crowd  a  cornet-player,  who  brought 
a  quality  of  tone  from  his  instrument  I 
have  never  heard  surpassed.  As  they 
went  by  each  foreign  vessel  its  national 
air  rang  out  over  the  waters.  So  sweet 
and  pure  was  the  quality  of  his  tones 
as  the  "  Star  Spangled  Banner "  was 
played,  that  with  one  accord  all  of  us 
ran  to  the  side  and  cheered  him  to  the 
echo,  being  answered  by  cheer  upon 
cheer  from  his  party,  while  that  same 
banner  slowly  and  majestically  dipped 
to  them.  As  his  glorious  notes  grew 
dimmer,  the  grand  old  Russian  hymn 
was  heard  froin  him  above  the  hoarse 
roars  of  the  men  on  board  the  mam- 
moth Rossia  (Russian  flagship),  while 
every  head  was  bared,  both  officers  and 
men  showing  this  mark  of  respect  to 
their  God  and  their  Tzar.  A  pretty 
custom,  you  will  say ;  we  certainly 
thought  so  as  we  saw  the  same  demon- 
stration to  our  own  ensign  later  in 
the  season,  but  "  that's  another  story." 
Again  we  heard  the  French  lads  cheer 
as  the  "  Marseillaise  "  rent  the  air. 

Lieutenant  Long  about  this  time  ex- 
pressed great  anxiety  as  to  the  exact 
condition  of  affairs  in  the  ward-room, 
and  as  he  seemed  to  need  some  help  in 
his  investigations,  we  accompanied  him. 
But  the  sun  was  getting  lower,  so  we 
bade  adieu  and  were  soon  in  the  naph- 
tha launch  headed  for  the  yacht.  Ches, 
George  and  Theo  had  said  they  would 
stay  on  board  and  "keep  ship." 
On  our  return  we  missed  the  "  Yaller" 
from  the  davits,  and  they  were  nowhere 
to  be  found.  They  showed  up  later  and 
were  as  enthusiastic  as  we  were. 

While  seated  at  dinner,  a  furious  can- 
nonading from  the  entire  fleet  sent  us 
scrambling  up  on  deck,  and  the  red  flag, 
with  a  white  elephant  on  it,  flying  over 
the  stern  of  a  beautiful  white  steamer, 
told  us  that  the  King  of  Siam  had  ar- 


rived and  was  receiving  his  royal  salute. 
We  afterward  learned  that,  from  the 
combined  vessels,  there  had  been  six 
thousand  shots  fired  in  five  minutes. 

In  the  evening  Richie  and  I  went 
for  a  stroll  along  the  beach,  where 
crowds  of  people  had  gathered  to  see 
the  illuminations  of  the  fleet.  The 
sight  was  a  beautiful  one,  and  we  en- 
joyed it  along  with  thousands  of  others, 
but  as  the  afternoon  had  tired  us  some- 
what, we  walked  back  to  the  pier  and 
were  soon  on  board.  One  magnificent 
vessel  I  had  forgotten  to  mention, 
though  her  slate-colored  hull  was  con- 
spicuous and  had  attracted  our  atten- 
tion as  we  towed  down  that  morning. 
The  red  sunburst  on  the  white  ground 
of  her  square  flag  puzzled  us  as  to  her 
nationality,  until  Richie  recognized  her 
as  the  Mikado's  big,  new  Ftij'i,  just 
launched  and  on  her  way  out  to  Japan. 
The  little  yellow  chaps  were  busy 
scrubbing  and  polishing  every  nook  and 
cranny  of  her  formidable  top-works, 
only  stopping  to  smile  pleasantly  at  us  as 
we  passed  astern  of  her.  She  looked  to 
be  as  fine  a  vessel  as  was  in  the  fleet, 
though  our  own  countrymen  have  every 
reason  to  be  proud  of  the  one  white  war- 
vessel  in  the  line,  and  compliments  re- 
garding her  were  heard  on  all  sides. 

Richie's  first  idea  had  been  to  stay  for 
the  review,  but  as  we  had  seen  the  fleet 
and  realized  that  navigation  for  a  sail- 
ing vessel  would  be  ticklish  business  in 
that  crowd,  he  determined  to  get  under 
way  the  next  morning. 

A  beautiful  day,  but  very  little  wind. 
However,  on  advice  of  Mr.  Pooley 
(Channel  pilot),  we  got  under  way,  and 
were  gently  wafted  over  toward  the 
fleet  by  the  light  northeast  breeze. 

We  passed  close  to  the  Brooklyn,  once 
more  waving  farewell  to  the  good  fel- 
lows on  board.  As  the  wind  gradually 
strengthened  we  flew  along  at  a  fast  pace, 
and  before  long  were  well  out  into  the 
Channel. 

During  the  afternoon  and  evening  the 
wind  increased  and  had  succeeded  m 
kicking  up  a  very  nasty,  choppy  sea, 
through  which  we  tacked  all  night,  be- 
ing bound  for  Dover  to  land  our  pilot. 

Morning  found  us  anchored  off  the  Do- 
ver pier.  Enveloped  in  our  rubber  coats 
to  keep  out  the  thick  mist  and  rain  we 
went  ashore  to  leave  Pooley  and  engage 
a  North  Sea  pilot.  We  learned  that  we 
would  have  to  wait  until  next  day  for 


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one,  so  amused  ourselves  by  poking 
around  town  and  along  the  beach,  where 
we  could  see  the  yacht  roll  and  toss  as 
she  tugged  at  her  cables,  as  if  impatient 
at  the  delay.  Returning  for  lunch,  we 
were  hailed  by  Her  Majesty's  customs 


From  their  looks  they  had  not  enjoyed 
the  Channel,  and  seemed  very  much  be- 
low par  as  regards  their  health,  until  a 
beauteous  damsel  of  French  extraction 
appeared,  maid,  bags,  hold-alls,  band- 
boxes, trunks,  poodle  dog,  etc.,  bringing 


THE   BREEZE    WAS    PRETTY    FRESH. 


officer,  who  seemed  most  anxious  to 
"get  after"  us,  and  looked  disgusted  as 
he  learned  we  were  from  Southampton 
and  Ryde.  We  went  ashore  again  about 
five  o'clock,  to  see  the  boats  from  Calais 
and    Ostende    land    their    passengers. 


up  in  the  rear.  The  amount  of  atten- 
tion she  required  from  the  boat's  offi- 
cers, customs  men,  porters,  etc.,  was 
amazing,  but  she  finally  landed  in  her 
train  safely.  I  htow  this,  because  Richie 
and  I  were  obliged  to  go  to  the  station 


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to  get  some  German  money,  for,  of 
coarse,  it  would  never  have  done  to 
have  had  none,  especially  as  the  ex- 
change office  was  very  near  her  com- 
partment. Yes,  she  left  Dover  in  safety  ; 
we  can  both  testify  as  to  that. 

We  returned  on  board  for  dinner,  and 
were  entertained  in  the  evening  by  a 
torch-light  procession  to  the  music  (?)  of 
bagpipes,  and  the  burning  of  colored 
fires  behind  the  arches  of  Dover  Castle 
ruin.  The  sight  was  really  a  beautiful 
one,  added  to  by  many  bonfires,  while 
we  burned  some  colored  lights  (N.  Y. 
Y.  C.  night  signals),  and  incidentally 
learned  how  to  work  some  new  ones 
made  here  in  England.  The  effect  of 
it  through  the  heavy  mist  and  rain  was 
exquisite  but  damp,  so  we  turned  in  early, 
to  lie  there  and  roll.  Heavens,  /ioza 
she  did  roll !  anchored  as  she  was  in  the 
open  roadstead.  George  and  Theo  said 
they  felt  "  subdued,"  and  they  probably 
told  the  truth. 

We  were  awakened  in  the  morning  by 
the  clink  of  the  cable  as  it  w:as  hove 
short,  and  about  nine  o'clock,  while 
breakfast  was  being  served,  the  pilot 
( Mr.  Spratling )  came  aboard.  The 
breeze  was  pretty  fresh  and  dead  ahead, 
so  all  plain  sail  had  to  suffice  us.  The 
sea  was  growing  heavy,  which  kept  up 
,  all  day,  subsiding  toward  night,  when 
we  were  well  in  the  North  Sea.  Stay- 
ing in  one's  bunk  that  night  was  at- 
tended with  some  difficulty,  but  I  man- 
aged to  drop  off  to  sleep  for  a  few  hours. 

A  bright,  clear  day,  but  calm,  and 
with  a  good  sea  still  running.  We  were 
standing  still  or  going  sideways  most  of 
the  morning,  the  monotony  of  which 
was  broken  by  Harry,  one  of  the  sailors, 
falling  overboard  and  being  hauled  back 
on  board  by  Mr.  Burt.  Early  in  the 
afternoon  a  gentle  breeze  sprang  up 
from  the  south,  and  the  merry  gurgle 
of   water   slipping  by  was  again  heard. 

Toward  evening,  when  off  the  Dutch 
coast  (Scheveningen),  a  large  fleet 
of  fishing  -  boats  put  out.  For  ab- 
solute homeliness  of  model  and  rig 
these  Dutch  "galliots"  certainly  sur- 
pass any  craft  ever  before  seen.  The 
lines  of  an  Erie  canal-boat  are  beauti- 
ful in  comparison,  and  not  a  sign  of 
paint  could  be  seen,  but  tar  and  pitch 
were  plentifully  bedaubed  over  them. 
It  is  said  they  are  good  sea  boats. 
Let  us  hope  so,  for  they  need  some 
redeeming    feature,    and   perhaps   that 


is  it.  One  or  two  hailed  us  in  hoarse 
guttural  croaks,  and  Richie,  who  wanted 
a  closer  look  at  one,  jumped  into  the 
cutter  and  was  rowed  over  to  the 
nearest,  exchanging  tobacco  and  "  Jame- 
son's Best "  for  buckets  of  fish.  The 
conversation  must  have  been  inter- 
esting, for  Richie's  command  of  the 
Dutch  language  was  extremely  limited, 
and  he  reported  theirs  to  be  equally  so 
of  English.  Some  of  the  sole  were  fried 
for  our  supper,  and  the  others — well,  it 
was  a  mistake  to  catch  them.  The  sun- 
set was  fiery  red,  but  the  clouds  and  re- 
flection effects  were  perfectly  gorgeous 
in  their  splendor.  That  night  we  were 
becalmed  again,  but,  as  the  sea  was 
smooth,  we  could  sleep.  The  calm  con- 
tinued two  days. 

When  at  last  we  were  blessed  with  a 
fine  breeze  the  yacht  kicked  up  her 
heels  for  joy  and  soon  shook  herself  free 
from  the  calm  belt.  We  passed  through 
another  big  fleet  of  fishing-boats,  the 
crews  of  which  were  evidently  amazed 
a't  our  enormous  spread  of  canvas  and 
our  speed.  They  gave  us  a  cheer  as  we 
passed  and  watched  us  as  long  as  we 
were  in  sight.  The  evening  we  spent 
on  deck,  picking  out  the  many  different 
lights  plainly  visible  on  shore. 

We  arrived  at  Cuxhaven,  at  the  mouth 
of  the  Elbe,  early  in  the  morning.  It  is 
on  a  rather  flat,  uninteresting  coast,  with 
numerous  stone  and  brick  buildings,  of 
solid,  substantial  German  style,  and  two 
or  three  large  docks.  We  had  hoisted 
our  yellow  flag  as  signal  for  quarantine 
and  customs  officials,  and  stood  on  and 
off  the  docks  awaiting  their  arrival.  We 
noticed  a  great  commotion  on  shore, 
with  much  pointing  at  us,  and  we 
learned  that  if  we  took  a  pilot  we  would 
not  be  visited  by  the  customs  men.  We 
accordingly  did  so,  and  learned  that  the 
dock-men,  seeing  our  yellow  flag,  had 
run  for  the  harbor  master,  he  had  run 
for  the  customs  officers,  they  had  run 
for  the  quarantine  doctor,  etc.,  etc.,  ad 
nauseam. 

The  last-named  functionary  came  gin- 
gerly alongside,  when  we  were  told  the 
yellow  flag  meant  cholera  on  board. 
We  hauled  it  down  and  out  of  sight 
in  very  short  order,  and  after  satis- 
fying himself  that  we  were  not  from 
Indian  or  Chinese  ports,  that  our  health 
was  equal  to  his  own,  examining  papers, 
counting  noses,  etc.,  he  released  us  with  a 
right  heartv  "Gliick-auf." 


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The  wind  being  dead  ahead,  meaning 
a  beat  up  a  shallow  river,  we  hailed  a 
tug  to  tow  us  to  the  little  town  of 
Brunsbiittel,  at  the  entrance  to  the 
great  Baltic  Canal.  We  ran  up  a  black 
and  white  signal  flag  under  our  ensign, 
thereby  announcing  the  fact  that  we 
had  a  pilot.  In  about  an  hour  we  ar- 
rived at  the  entrance  to  the  canal,  and 
by  means  of  a  Government  tug  were 
most  skillfully  warped  alongside  the 
great  stone  dock.  A  gangplank  having 
been  run  out  to  us,  Richie  and  I  went 
up  to  the  office  and  made  arrangements 
for  a  special  tug  to  take  us  through. 

The  passing  of  the  yacht  through  the 
gates  was  watched  by  a  large  crowd, 
and  most  beautifully  was  it  done,  not  a 
scratch  being  on  our  snow-white  sides. 
At  last  the  signal  was  given  for  us  to  go 
ahead,  and  we  turned  our  attention  to 
the  superb  piece  of  engineering  through 
which  we  were  passing. 

This  canal  extends  from  the  Elbe  to 
the  Baltic,  at  Kiel,  a  distance  of  sixty- 
two  miles,  and  it  is  about  200  feet  wide 
and  32  feet  deep  in  the  middle,  the  bot- 
tom sloping  gradually  up  toward  each 
side.  Nearly  the  entire  distance  the 
banks  are  of  brick  or  stone,  giving  one 
some  idea  of  the  c®lossal  amount  of 
work.  It  is  crossed  at  intervals  by 
enormously  high  bridges,  so  high,  in 
fact,  that  our  masts  went  under  with 
room  to  spare,  though  I  will  confess  to 
a  feeling  of  nervousness  until  we  were 
well  beyond.  The  object  of  this  splen- 
did piece  of  work  is  to  connect  the 
Baltic  with  the  North  Sea  by  other 
route  than  the  Skaggerak  and  Kattegat, 
where  the  division  between  Denmark 
and  Norway  is  surprisingly  narrow  to 
one  whose  attention  has  never  been 
called  to  it.  By  this  means  the  German 
warships  in  the  Baltic  can  get  to  the 
North  Sea  in  a  few  hours,  save  600  miles 
of  distance,  and  be  in  German  territory 
(or  water)  at  the  same  time.  Its  im- 
portance, especially  in  case  of  war,  can 
be  easily  seen. 

As  we  get  further  and  further  in, 
the  exquisite  beauty  of  the  country  be- 
comes more  marked,  and  it  seems  so 
strange  to  be  on  board  the  yacht,  yet 
'' hooraying "  back  to  the  little  tow- 
headed  children  of  some  thrifty  peas- 
ant, as  they  stand  in  the  doorway  of 
their  neat,  thatched-roof  cottage. 

Beside  our  tugboat  we  still  have  a 
canal   pilot,  though   what   his  use  is  I 


am  at  a  loss  to  see,  unless  he  is  also  a 
revenue  officer.  He  spoke  English  very 
well,  and  was  most  affable  in  explaining 
and  pointing  out  to  us  the  places  of  in- 
terest, as  well  as  answering  our  ques- 
tions regarding  the  canal.  Several  large 
vessels  were  easily  passed  without 
crowding,  and  among  them  a  huge, 
black  English  schooner  yacht,  the  Ari- 
adne, looking  as  large  as  ourselves.  On 
her  afterdeck  were  a  priest  and  two  or 
three  young  lads,  all  of  whom  lifted 
their  hats  to  us,  while  one  of  the  men 
dipped  the  blue  ensign  of  H.  B.  M.  Na- 
val Reserve. 

About  four  o'clock  in  the  afternoon 
we  once  more  changed  pilots  for  the 
latter  half  of  the  trip  through.  In  our 
efforts  to  more  thoroughly  enjoy  the  su- 
perb scenery  Richie  and  I  went  aloft 
in  the  main  rigging,  thereby  being  able 
to  see  over  the  tops  of  the  banks  to  the 
country  beyond.  At  one  point  we 
passed  the  mouth  of  the  Eider  Canal, 
formerly  used  for  small  boats  of  light 
draught.  Dinner  was  announced,  all 
too  soon  for  us,  and  we  were  loth  to 
leave  the  deck  even  for  the  delights  of 
"  Chef  Charlie's  "  best  efforts.  Bolting 
our  dinners  we  hastened  up  again,  and 
then  learned  that  there  was  a  large 
steamer  aground  in  a  narrow  turn 
ahead,  and  we  were  forced  to  come  to 
anchor  in  a  small  cove.  On  the  bank  a 
little  group  of  men  and  women  were 
heard  laughing  and  chatting,  and  as  our 
anchor  touched  the  bottom  the  tug 
steamed  over  to  a  landing  near  them. 
SoQn  beer  bottles  were  seen  at  the 
proper  acute  angle  in  front  of  the 
mouths  of  the  crew  ;  so  evidently  "  the 
natives  were  friendly,"  to  quote  from 
the  signal  code.  Quantities  of  seagulls 
flew  around  us,  filling  the  air  with 
their  discordant  notes;  and  as  the  sun 
sank  down  into  the  western  fields  and 
pastures  we  lay  quietly  and  peacefully 
there,  throwing  bits  of  meat  and  bread 
to  them  to  watch  them  fight  for  the 
food,  until  it  was  too  dark  for  them  to 
see  it. 

About  9:15  we  were  signaled  from 
a  sentry-box  ashore  that  the  steamer 
was  free  and  would  pass  us  in  about  ten 
minutes;  and  hardly  had  our  tug  again 
taken  hold  of  us  when  the  big,  clurtisy 
Scotch  collier  slowly  went  by,  with  an 
engine  most  asthmatic,  and  a  Scotch 
joke  from  her  captain  for  ballast.  He 
received  no  salute  from  us,  as  he  had 


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567 


cheated  ns  out  of  a  daylit^ht  view  of 
beautiful  scenery;  but  our  sturdy  little 
tug  was  doing  its  best  to  make  up  lost 
time,  and  much  could  still  be  seen  and 
enjoyed  in  the  long-  balmy  twilight, 
while  we  sat  around  on  deck  under 
the  awning  and  had  guitar  music  with 
songs. 

What  is  the  element  of  German  air 
that  suggests  music !  Surely  its  im- 
portation to  our  shores  would  be  of  im- 
mense value,  if  the  effects  it  produced 
were  as  fine  as  those  here. 

Along  toward  midnight  the  glare  of  a 
large  town  was  seen  in  the  sky,  and  not 
long  afterward  a  turn  in  the  canal 
brought  us  in  sight  of  Kiel.  Soon  we 
slowed  down  and  were  gently  warped 
alongside  the  massive  stone  pier,  where 
two  customs  officers  stepped  on  board 
as  the  pilot  went  over  the  side.  We  all 
went  down  below,  and  the  necessary 
papers  were  brought  out  for  inspection. 
After  inquiries  as  to  "  cargo,"  they 
asked  to  have  a  hatch-way  raised,  and 
lying  down  on  the  floor,  they  peered 
around  in  a  hurried  glance,  only  stop- 
ping to  ask  if  Papa  George's  bicycle  was 
of  American  make  ;  and  without  wait- 
ing for  an  answer,  back  over  the  side 
they  went  as  if  afraid  they  might  see 
something  dutiable,  and  declared  us  free 
to  proceed.  The  tug  captain  volunteered 
to  take  us  clear  of  the  mouth  of  the 
canal,  an  act  of  courtesy,  as  he  was  sup- 
posed to  drop  us  at  the  gate.  Taking 
us  a  little  distance  up  the  harbor,  he 
dropped  us  with  a  hearty  "  Gute-Nacht," 
and  the  information  that  another  tug 
would  be  on  hand  to  take  us  to  our  an- 
chorage, in  the  morning. 

When  a  German  tells  you  he  will  be 
on  hand  at  daylight,  he  means  before 
sunrise.  Our  doughty  tug-boat  captain 
was  no  exception  to  the  rule,  and 
promptly  at  daylight  Richie  and  I  were 
called  on  deck  to  do  the  shouting,  while 
others  did  the  work.  The  captain  took 
hold  of  us  and  slowlysteamed  up  through 
a  great  fleet  of  German  war-vessels  of  all 
sizes  and  descriptions,  on  past  the  huge 
Hohenzollern,  the  so-called  "  steam- 
yacht  "  of  the  Emperor,  though  she  was 
built  for  a  man-of-war.  The  great, 
square  imperial  standard  of  gold  on 
black  was  floating  at  the  main  truck, 
signifying  that  his  Majesty  was  on  board. 
Next  be5'ond  this  huge  craft,  lay  the  big 
steam-yacht  Celestina,  under  charter  to 
the  King  of  the  Belgfians. 


Just  beyond,  we  were  given  a  good 
anchorage  in  plain  sight  of  both  these 
interesting  vessels.  Not  far  from  us  at 
her  moorings,  swung  the  training-cutter 
Comhe,  well  know^n  to  us  in  America  as 
the  Thistle.,  the  worthy  opponent  of  our 
Volicnteer,  for  the  America's  cup.  Her 
beauty  has  always  been  celebrated,  and 
the  morning  sun  gave  to  her  deep  blue 
and  gold- striped  hull  an  exquisite  tint. 
There  were  many  yachts,  large  and 
small,  anchored  in  our  vicinity,  having 
been  attracted  there  by  the  race  for  the 
Emperor's  cup  from  Dover  to  Heligo- 
land, and  then  continuing  their  way  on 
through  the  canal  to  Kiel. 

The  town  itself  is  of  about  40,000  in- 
habitants, and  is  beautifully  situated 
along  both  shores  of  the  harbor.  A 
drive  up  from  the  boat-landing  through 
the  beech -woods,  on  past  the  University, 
Museum  and  Naval  College  as  well  as 
many  dainty  villas,  to  the  Hotel  Belle- 
vue  (rightly  named)  is  something  to 
remember.  Once  there,  we  found  our- 
selves in  a  large  and  very  beautiful 
garden  on  a  high  bluff,  while  an  ex- 
tended view  of  the  whole  harbor,  with 
its  great  fleet,  was  spread  out  before  us. 
Sitting  at  a  table  near  the  edge  of  the 
bluff,  Richie  and  I  drank  long  and  deep 
of  the  famous  Miinchener  brew  while  a 
superb  military  band  played,  as  only 
these  Germans  caii  play,  a  march  so 
inspiring  that  one's  feet  will  keep  time 
in  spitt.  of  resolutions  to  have  them 
quietly  rest  on  terra-firma. 

But  to  return  on  board.  Hardly  were 
we  well  through  breakfast,  when  the 
quartermaster  reported  a  shore-boat 
coming  alongside  with  an  officer  in  the 
United  States  naval  uniform,  and  we 
were  presently  welcoming  Lieutenant 
Niblack,  our  naval  attache'  at  Berlin, 
Rome  and  Vienna.  Having  known 
Richie  well,  when  both  were  in  the 
Behring's  Sea,  he  was  made  more  than 
ever  welcome;  and  rsahzing  that  he  was 
on  American  soil  once  more,  and  among 
friends,  he  was  just  "  Nib  "  again,  and 
told  us  much  of  greatest  interest  and 
importance,  while  we  regaled  him  with 
the  latest  news  from  home. 

Not  long  after,  another  boat  came 
alongside  from  the  English  schooner 
yacht  Amphitrite,  bringing  her  charm- 
ing owner,  Sir  Frederick  Wills,  his  son, 
Viscount  Valletort  and  others. 

A  happy  incident  of  the  little  visit 
was  the  presentation  to  Richie  of  a  most 


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WELL    IN    THE   NORTH    SEA, 


massive  pair  of  sleeve-links  with  Yam- 
pa's  colors  in  enamel,  a  souvenir  of  a  race 
between  the  two  boats  years  ago.  The 
morning-  was  spent  on  deck  listening  to 
the  magnificent  band  of  the  Navy  Yard. 


Niblack  informed  us  that  international 
courtesy  demanded  our  leaving  cards 
on  the  Hohenzolleni,  so  Richie  and  I, 
in  our  "  best  bib  and  tucker,"  jumped 
into   the   gig  and  went    over    to    her. 


"AS    HANDSOME   AS    A    PICTURE."       (/.  j6/.) 


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^o^ 


THe  Tau 


)F    A 


BY   FRANCIS  J.   HAGAN. 


1 


T  was  at  the 
close  of  a 
day  at  the 
tag-end  of 
the  hunting 
season,  raw, 
cold  and  nip- 
ping, with  an 
easterly  wind, ' 
as  in  Kentucky 
seasons.  The 
shrubs  shook 
in  the  damp  wind,  and  the  early  wild 
flowers  that  had  peeped  forth  from 
their  warm  beds  of  leaves  in  the  forest 
by  the  roadside  pined  away  or  withdrew 
into  their  chr3^salides,  but  their  bright 
colors  were  reproduced  in  red  and  pur- 
ple upon  the  pinched  faces  of  the  two 
men  who,  riding  with  slack  rein,  plodded 
along  the  river  road  returning  home 
after  a  hard  day  afield,  their  dogs  trail- 
ing disconsolately  in  their  wake. 

Suddenly,  a  black-and-tan  hound  fol- 
lowing close  at  one  of  the  horses'  heels 
uttered  a  low  growl  and  sprang  forward 
instinct  with  fierce  fury.  As  he  dashed 
past  the  horseman  the  latter,  jerking  up 
the  reins,  spurred  his  jaded  horse  for- 
ward, and  cut  at  the  recalcitrant  with 
his  hunting  whip,  at  the  same  time 
hoarsely  commanding  him  to  heel.  With 
a  whine  the  dog  slunk  back,  and  the 
rest  of  the  pack,  which  had  started  up, 
galvanized  into  action,  once  more 
drooped  their  muzzles  and  stood  sub- 
dued as  their  master  cracked  his  whip 
at  them,  a  rebellious  lot  of  subjects 
yielding  obedience    to    the  lash. 

Perched  upon  the  top  rail  of  the  worm 
fence  a  few  yards  farther  on  was  the 
cause  of  this  commotion,  an  old  negro 
with  a  bushel  basket  under  his  arm. 
The  hound,  with  that  hatred  which  is  in- 
stinctive in  the  Southern  dog,  had  scent- 
ed the  negro  before  he  was  visible  in  the 
dusk. 

"  Hi  !  hi  !  "  laughed  the  old  negro 
propitiatingly  as  the  horsemen  came 
abreast  of  him.  "  As  much  as  I  been 
about  dere  breed  dem  dogs  ain't  got  no 
call  to  tree  dis  nigger." 

"  It's  Colonel  Blatchford's  Ephe,"  said 
the  nearer  and  older  horseman  of  the 
two  as  they  reined  up  their  horses 
opposite   him.     "  Where  are  you  going, 


Ephe,  with  that  basket  ? "  he  asked, 
endeavoring  to  peer  into  it,  an  effort 
which  the  old  negro,  apparently  uncon- 
sciously but  very  cleverly,  frustrated. 

"  Well,  I  declar,"  exclaimed  that 
worthy,  looking  at  his  companion  in- 
stead, "  ef  it  hain't  young  Marster 
For'ster  !  Hit's  been  a  long  time  since 
you  been  on  our  side  the  river." 

"  Yes,  and  it  will  be  a  longer  time 
before  I  return,"  broke  in  the  young 
man  hotl)^,  "  and  I  wouldn't  be  on  this 
side  to-day  if  the  fox  hadn't  taken  the 
river,  nor  this  near  your  master's  land 
if  the  lower  ford  hadn't  been  up.  But 
if  you  tell  your  master  you  saw  us  you 
can  add  that  we  have  no  intention  of 
trespassing  upon  his  land,  and  if  we 
cannot  cross  at  the  mill  ford  we  will  go 
back  the  way  we  came  if  it  takes  all 
night,  before  we  will  be  beholden  to 
him  by  so  much  as  leave  to  lift  the  latch 
of  one  of  his  gates  or  to  press  an  inch 
of  his  sod."  There  was  more  bitterness 
in  the  tune  than  in  the  words. 

"  Sho  !  "  said  Ephe,  still  cleverly,  if  un- 
consciously, frustrating  the  curiosity  of 
the  other  hunter  as  to  the  contents  of 
the  basket.  "  I  ain't  goin'  to  tek  no  such 
ingrateful  message.  How  you  do  talk  ! 
Dere  ain't  nobody  ever  been  made  as 
welcome  to  our  house  as  you  is  ;  and  be- 
sides," he  added,  with  a  sly  twinkle  in 
his  eye,  "  even  if  it  ain't  goin'  to  make 
no  diffrunce  to  marster,  which  it  ain't, 
I  ain't  goin'  to  pack  no  talk  to  hurt  the 
feelin's  of  young  missis." 

"Come  on,  Basil,"  said  Forrester  dis- 
dainfully, and  the  other  reluctantly 
started  to  follow  his  companion,  when 
he  detected  a  movement  beneath  the 
sack  thrown  over  the  top  of  the  basket, 
and  triumphantly  exclaimed  :  ''  I  knew 
it  was  alive.     Chickens,  I'll  bet  I  " 

"  No  sech  thing,"  retorted  the  old  man 
hotly.  "  There  now,"  and  throwing  off 
the  covering  he  disclosed  a  litter  of 
blind  puppies,  to  the  lasting  chagrin 
of  his  inquisitor,  as  he  hoped.  "  Them's 
Erminie's  pups." 

"  What  are  you  going  to  do  with  'em  ? 
Pretty,  ain't  they  ?  " 

"  Drownd  'em,"  said  Ephe  senten- 
tiously. 

"Drown 'em  !"  repeated  his  inquisitor 
in  surprise.     "  The  old  Colonel  must  be 


57° 


OUriNG  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


flush  of  puppies.  Did  you  say  they  were 
Erminie's  ?  I  thought  the  Colonel 
brag-g-ed  on  her.  But  who  is  their  sire  ? " 
he  asked  suddenly,  suspecting  the  cause 
of  their  fate. 

"  Dunno,"  replied  the  negro  uneasily. 
"  Woodscolts." 

"That's  not  so,"  said  Forrester  quietly. 
"  Their  sire  was  Fawn." 

"The  hero  of  a  hundred  chases," 
echoed  his  companion,  lifting  one  of  the 
puppies  from  the  basket,  examining  it 
critically,  and  apostrophizing  it  at  arm's 
length.  "  Your  sire  was  the  greatest 
hound  that  ever  ran  a  red  fox  to  death 
in  this  country." 

"  Whose  mesalliance  was  the  cause  of 
his  untimely  taking  off,"  concluded  For- 
rester. "  Come,  I  have  never  spoken  of 
iny  feeling  toward  Colonel  Blatchford 
before,  and  have  been  content  for  you, 
as  well  as  others,  to  ascribe  it  to  pique 
in  love  or  other  unworthy  motives, 
but  his  servant  here  shall  bear  me 
witness,  and  you  shall  hear  the  true 
cause.  Something  over  two  months 
ago  I  was  hunting  with  him,  and, 
as  usual.  Fawn  outfooted  every  dog 
in  his  pack.  You  know  his  inability  to 
see  merit  in  any  dog  but  his  own.  As 
usual,  he  slandered  the  dog  with  praise, 
calling  him  a  smart  hound,  intimating 
he  gained  his  advantage  by  unfair  run- 
ning. Being  used  to  his  vagaries,  I 
paid  no  attention  to  him,  simply  attrib- 
uting it  to  the  jealousy  of  an  old  man 
who  had  so  long  prided  himself  on  hav- 
ing the  fleetest  foxhounds  in  the  coun- 
try, and  to  the  rivalry  which  had  so 
many  years  existed  between  himself 
and  my  father.  It  was  my  father's  one 
weakness;  he  would  not'breed  to  one  of 
the  Colonel's  strain  of  dogs,  however 
good  the  dog  might  be.  And  each  of 
them  maintained  that  no  good  could, 
so  far  as  foxhound  quality  was  con- 
cerned, come  from  the  other  side  of  the 
river.  '  One  xii  those  over-the-river 
dogs  '  was  all  that  either  cared  to  know 
about  a  dog's  breeding  to  damn  him  in 
his  estimation.  But  out  of  the  hunt- 
ing field  they  were  warm  friends,  and 
I  always  had  a  high  opinion  of  the 
Colonel.  I  never  for  a  moment  im- 
agined his  jealousy  for  Fawn  could  lead 
him  to  do  what  he  did.  I  had  dined  with 
him  and  spent  the  evening  as  usual, 
and  upon  parting  did  not  notice  in 
the  dark  that  Fawn  had  not  answered 
my  horn   and  accompanied  me   home. 


He  had  stayed  behind,  attracted  by  this 
Erminie,  who  was  fastened  up  in  the 
breeding-pen,  and  into  that,  being  an 
enterprising  gallant,  he  effected  an  en- 
trance by  gnawing  a  hole  through  the 
clap-board  roof.  There  he  was  found 
and  killed  like  a  rat  in  a  trap." 

"  Foh  de  Lord,"  said  Ephe,  "my 
marster  nebber  killed  your  houn'." 

"  He  was  killed  by  one  of  you  and  by 
his  order,"  retorted  Forrester. 

"  Foh  de  Lord,"  repeated  Ephe, 
solemnly,  "old  marster  nebber  knew  it 
^^T your  houn'." 

"Pshaw,"  said  Forrester  derisively, 
"  you  all  knew  him  only  too  well.  You 
had  seen  him  only  too  often  in  the 
front  of  the  chase — that  was  his  crime." 

"  Hit  were  all  the  doin'  of  that  fool 
boy  of  Aunt  Sukey's.  He  went  down 
to  the  dog-house  to  feed  Erminie,  and 
comes  back  and  says  they's  a  strange 
dog  chawed  a  hole  froo  de  roof  ;  and  de 
Kunnel  rares  and  charges  and  swears 
he  must  be  killed,  and  dat  fool  boy 
opens  de  door  and  hits  him  in  de  head 
when  he  starts  to  come  out." 

"  Look  here,  Gilbert,"  cried  his  com- 
panion, diving  into  the  basket  and 
bringing  up  a  squirming  little  atom  of 
caninity,  "isn't  he  the  image  of  old 
Fawn  ?  I'll  play  Pharaoh's  daughter 
and  save  him  from  a  watery  grave,  and 
his  name'll  be  Moses." 

"  Fo'  de  Lord's  sake,  Mistah  Buford, 
gimme  dat  pup.  Hit  were  marster's 
pertickler  orders  dat  de  last  one  of  'em 
should  be  drownded  ;  dey's  contami- 
nated, he  says,  wid  plebeian  blood,  and 
I'll  be  bleedged  to  you  if  you'll  gimme 
back  dat  pup.  You  don't  know  old 
marster,  deed  you  don't.  Ef  I  goes 
back,  and  old  marster  says,  '  Ephe,  did 
you  drownd  'em  ? '  I  cawn't  for  the  life 
of  me  'ceive  him,  deed  I  cawn't.  Ise 
too  busy  thinkin'  what  dis  nigger's 
gwine  to  do  when  he  fin's  it  out,  for 
he's  ound  and  determined  to  fin'  it  out 
some  time  or  nuther,  deed  he  is.  No, 
sah,  Ise  bleedged  to  drownd  'em." 

For  reply  the  other  tossed  him  a  sil- 
ver coin,  which,  rattling  on  the  bottom 
of  the  basket,  was  a  sore  trial  to  the  old 
negro. 

"  Ef,"  he  said  temporizingly,  "you  jes 
let  me  fro'  him  in,  you  can  pull  him 
out." 

"  Pshaw.  Tell  your  master,  if  you 
want  to,  that  I  have  taken  one  of  them, 
not  for  their  dam's  sake,  but  because  of 


MOSES,    THE    TALE   OF  A   DOG. 


571 


the  plebeian  blood  that  is  in  his  veins," 

and  he  started  off  after  Forrester. 

"  No  !  no  !  "  the  old  man  called  after 

him.     "  Fo'  de  Lord's  sake,  Mistah  Bu- 

ford,  don'  tell  nobody  you  got  dat  pup 

from  Ephe." 

****** 

Another  hunting"  season  came  and 
went.  Occasionally  Colonel  Blatchford, 
when  the  rime  lay  heavy  upon  the  fresh- 
ly fallen  leaves  and  on  the  fallow  and  the 
top  fence-rails,  and  everything  bore  an 
argentiferous  coating  of  frost,  and  the 
hills  looked  hazy  thoug-h  the  air  was 
clear,  would  hear,  faint  and  far  off, 
"  over  the  river,"  the  mellow  winding 
of  a  hunter's  horn  ;  and,  perhaps,  as  he 
stood  on  some  hill-top,  waiting  and 
listening  for  the  note  that  would  tell 
him  his  dogs  had  struck  the  trail  of  the 
midnight  marauder,  there  would  come 
faintly  to  him  from  "  over  the  river  "  the 
sound  as  of  some  phantom  pack  in  full 
cry  upon  some  far-off  shore. 

Miss  Blatchford  did  not  accompany 
her  father  afield  as  much  now  as  for- 
merly, and  became  more  and  more  ab- 
sorbed in  her  household  duties,  to  the 
neglect  of  the  country-side  amusements 
aforesaid.  Young  men  still  came  to  pay 
court  to  the  only  daughter  of  Col. 
Blatchford,  but  one  by  one  their  number 
dwindled,  for  reasons  best  known  to 
themselves,  but  shrewdly  guessed  at. 

It  was  an  ideal  hunting  morning  in 
early  October,  and  it  was  a  strange  sight 
to  see  Col.  Blatchford  jogging  leisurely 
along  the  county  road  toward  the. county 
seat,  in  his  best  suit  of  clothes,  with 
neither  horn  nor  hounds.  The  tollgajte 
keeper  good-humoredly  twitted  him 
upon  losing  such  fine  weather  for  sport. 

"  Yes,"  replied  the  Colonel,  equally 
good-humoredly,  "  I  am  in  another  cry 
now,  and  the  little  red  thief  can  go  for 
a  day  while  I  run  with  the  pack  on  the 
trail  of  his  two-footed  cousins." 

It  was  the  beginning  of  the  fall  term 
of  the  Bullit  County  Circuit  Court,  and 
Col.  Blatchford  was  foreman  of  the 
Grand  Jury. 

The  tollgate  keeper  did  not  joke  with 
Gilbert  Forrester  about  hounds  or  hunt- 
ing as  he  rode  leisurely  through  a  few 
moments  later,  but  contented  himself 
with  giving  him  a  solemn  good  morning. 
For  everybody  knew  that  Caleb  Grimes 
would  present  him  to  the  Grand  Jury 
thatmorning  for  mayhem.  There  were 
several    worthless     characters     in     jail 


awaiting  indictment  for  various  crimes, 
from  peddling  liquor  without  license  to 
horse-stealing  —  than  which  there  was 
no  greater  in  the  eyes  of  Kentuckians — 
but  all  were  forgotten  in  the  theme  of 
absorbing  interest,  Gil  Forrester's  case. 
Being  an  ex  parte  proceeding,  with  only 
the  prosecution  to  testify  before  that 
inquisitorial  body,  the  Grand  Jury,  and 
with  Col.  Blatchford,  with  whom  he  was 
known  to  be  on  unfriendly  terms,  as  its 
foreman,  it  was  a  foregone  conclusion 
that  he  would  be  indicted  ;  but  what  Gil 
would  do,  whether  he  would  be  admit- 
ted to  bond  and  what  it  would  be,  and 
whether  he  would  stand  for  trial  this 
term,  these  were  matters  of  absorbing 
interest  to  the  good  gossips  of  the 
county. 

"  My  goodness  me!"  said  old  Mrs.  Pod- 
snap,  the  incarnation  of  respectability, 
as  she  paid  her  toll  at  the  gate,  "just  to 
think  of  him  being  indicted  for  mayhem, 
isn't  it  awful  ?  And  his  father  used  to 
keep  company  with  me  when  we  were 
girls.  And  him  with  such  opportunities; 
such  an  example  before  him  ;  such  a 
respectable  family.  I'm  sure  he  doesn't 
get  it  from  his  mother's  side  either,  for 
Lucy  was  the  sweetest  girl,  although 
she  was  a  little  airy  and  stuck-up  after 
she  married  Col.  Forrester.  It's  enough 
to  make  both  his  dear  parents  turn  over 
in  their  grave,  and  him  charged  with 
mayhem — my  !  my  !  There's  no  telling 
what  drink  won't  bring  a  man  to  ;  for  I'm 
sure  it's  drink,  for  what  else  could  in- 
duce a  man,  with  everything  that  money 
could  buy,  to  commit  mayhem,  and  such 
a  fine-looking  young  fellow  too,  just  the 
linage  of  his  dear  father.  I  was  just  say- 
ing to  my  daughter  Emma  this  morning, 
'  my  dear,  isn't  it  a  good  thing  I  induced 
you  to  discourage  his  attentions  ? '  But  I 
don't  know;  maybe  if  he  had  the  proper 
home  influences  brought  to  bear  he 
would  never  have  fallen  so  low.  And  you 
say  he  just  passed  ;  how  did  he  look  ? — 
but  no,  don't  tell  me  ;  I  prefer  to  remem- 
ber him  as  he  was  before  he  had  fallen 
— two  bits  change,  Mr.  Takeout ;  that's 
right — and  such  a  respectable  family ; 
isn't  it  awful  !  "  And  the  old  lady  drove 
on,  ostensibly  to  pay  a  long-deferred 
visit  to  her  friend  in  town,  but  really  to 
find  out  all  about  Gil  Forrester's  case  of 
mayhem,  concerning  which  common-law 
offence  she  had  the  most  vague  ideas, 
entirely  foreign  to  its  real  nature,  which 
was  the  charge  of  having  deprived  one 


572 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


Caleb  Grimes,  unlawfully,  maliciously, 
and  with  force  of  arms,  of  one  fore-front 
tooth. 

The  facts  in  this  cause  ce'lebre,  as  ad- 
duced before  the  Grand  Jury,  were  as 
follows  :  Caleb  Grimes,  a  worthy  yeo- 
man of  Bullit  County,  of  that  class  of 
transients  known  as  "renters,"  had  re- 
cently rented  a  cabin  and  a  few  acres  of 
worn-out  land  near  the  Forrester  estate. 
One  of  his  sheep  having-,  as  some  said, 
died  of  old  age,  or,  as  Caleb  maintained, 
been  killed  by  dogs,  he  vowed  ven- 
geance against  the  whole  canine  species, 
and,  poisoning  enough  bits  of  meat  to 
execute  his  threat,  scattered  them  broad 
cast.  Gilbert's  hounds  had  been  the  vic- 
tims. Tracing  the  dastardly  deed  to  its 
perpetrator  he  had,  in  the  heat  of  passion, 
sought  him  upon  his  own  premises,  and, 
although  personally  a  larger  man  than 
himself,  Gilbert  had  proceeded  to  give 
him  a  castigation,  cutting  him  with  the 
lash  of  his  hunting  whip  until  upon  his 
threshold  Caleb  tripped  and  fell,  where 
he  writhed  under  the  lash,  refusing  to 
get  up  until  his  opponent,  having  ex- 
hausted his  rage,  withdrew.  In  falling 
Grimes  had  struck  his  front  eye-tooth 
against  the  door-sill  and  knocked  it  out, 
which  the  common  law,  in  its  wisdom, 
has  decreed  to  be  one  of  the  members 
essential  to  a  man  in  fighting,  and  the 
deprivation  of  which  constitutes  the 
crime  of  mayhem. 

This  was  the  case  as  presented  by  the 
prosecution  to  the  Grand  Jury,  and  the 
Commonwealth's  Attorney  handed  the 
foreman  an  indictment  ready  drawn  up 
for  his  signature,  and  withdrew  the  wit- 
nesses as  a  matter  of  form.  That  in- 
quisitorial body  was  largely  composed 
of  men  like  Caleb  Grimes  himself,  rent- 
ers or  small  landholders,  to  whom  Gil- 
bert Forrester  was  an  overbearing,  idle, 
fox-hunting  loafer,  a  discredit  to  the 
community  which  tolerated  him  and  a 
menace  to  the  honest  tillers  of  the  soil, 
who,  like  themselves,  were  an  honor  to 
it,  as  the  Commonwealth's  Attorney, 
with  an  eye  to  votes,  had  informed  them. 

Left  to  themselves  the  Colonel  as  fore- 
man took  the  indictment  and  reviewed 
the  evidence.  He  was  known  to  be  on 
unfriendly  terms  with  Forrester,  and  the 
jurors  listened  to  him  with  the  attention 
which  his  influence  in  the  community 
commanded  as  he  put  the  case  in  the 
strongest  light.  But  somehow  they 
began  to  feel  that  in  its  strongest  light 


it  was  a  weak  case.  Calmly,  quietly,  he 
took  the  props  from  imder  the  prosecu- 
tion, and,  having  tumbled  down  the  edi- 
fice of  their  prejudices,  he  began  to  show 
how  they  had  been  imposed  upon  by 
this  creature,  who  sought  to  make  them 
the  instrument  of  his  private  grudge 
against  a  man  he  was  too  cowardly  to 
face  —  they,  the  embodiment  of  the 
majesty  and  power  of  the  Common- 
wealth. Fiercely  he  denounced  him, 
and  incited  them  to  rebuke  the  in- 
dignity thrust  upon  them  ;  and,  bending 
them  to  his  own  commanding  will,  the 
Commonwealth's  Attorney  was  recalled, 
and  surprised  with  the  rec[uest  to  pre- 
pare an  indictment  against  one  Caleb 
Grim^es  for  unlawfully  and  maliciously 
destroying  private  property,  to  wit,  vari- 
ous and  sundry  foxhounds  of  high  degree 
and  proved  value. 

And  so  it  was  the  good  gossips  were 
deprived  of  the  morsel  they  had  rolled 
as  a  titbit  upon  their  tongues,  and  in  lieu 
thereof  were  treated  to  the  unexpected, 
which  is  always  to  be  expected  where 
juries  and  women  are  concerned. 

"  Laws  a  massy  me  !  "  said  old  Mrs. 
Podsnap  on  her  return,  as  she  searched 
in  her  reticule  for  the  toll,  "  to  think 
that  horrid  creature  Grimes,  after  being 
indicted,  as  he  so  richly  deserved,  is 
likely  to  escape  scot-free.  They  say  Mr. 
Forrester  declines  to  prosecute  him — 
just  like  his  noble  father,  magnanimous 
character.  I  saw  him  shaking  hands 
with  Colonel  Blatchford  in  front  of  the 
court-house  as  I  came  by.  What  else 
could  Gilbert  do,  when  he  learned  how 
the  Colonel  had  befriended  him,  but 
profess  his  gratitude  and  his  regret 
at  having  so  long  misconstrued  that 
gentleman's  actions;  and  for  the  Colonel, 
in  turn,  to  profess  his  deep  regret, 
and  to  do  what  he  had  so  long  re- 
fused to  do  through  wounded  pride  at 
having  any  one  believe  him  capable  of 
an  ungentlemanly  action — explain  the 
unfortunate  mistake  which  had  deprived 
his  young  friend  of  a  noble  dog  and  so 
long  estranged  them." 

TJie  barrier  between  them,  which  for 
more  than  a  year  had  stood  insurmount- 
able, was  leveled  at  a  word,  and  the  dis- 
parity of  age  and  past  differences  an- 
nulled by  the  bond  of  a  common  passion 
for  the  sport  of  kings.  Needless  to  say,, 
their  conversation  turned  to  topics  of 
the  chase  ;  and  the  Colonel,  deploring 
the  dastardly  deed  which  had  deprived 


Fainted  for  Outikg  by  F.  W.  Read. 

"ISN'T  HE  THE  IMAGE  OF  OLD  FAWN?"  (/.  57<'-) 


574 


OUTING   FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


his  young'  friend  of  so  many  of  his  best 
dogs,  invited  Gilbert  to  choose  from  his 
own  kennel  choice  of  the  young  stock  to 
recruit  his  pack,  and  would  not  brook  a 
refusal,  but  insisted  upon  his  accom- 
panying him  home  for  the  purpose, 
and  only  yielded  to  Gilbert's  plea  of 
pressing  business  requiring  his  atten- 
tion at  home  upon  promise  that  he 
would  breakfast  with  him  the  following 
morning  and  hunt  one  of  the  famous 
Blatchford  fox  coverts  known  as  the 
Mulberry  Run,  from  the  stream  of  that 
name  having  its  source  in  the  woods. 


"  Mawnin,  Uncle  Ephe,  mawnin  to 
you.  How's  all  ?  How's  Aunt  Mandy 
dis  mawnin  ? " 

"Jes  tollible,  thankee.  Jes  tollible," 
patronizingly  replied  Colonel  Blatch- 
ford's  black  whipper-in  to  Mr.  For- 
rester's blacker  retainer,  John  White, 
who  had  overtaken  him  on  the  way 
to  the  covert,  each  being  in  charge 
of  his  master's  hounds,  which  had  been 
sent  on  to  the  covert  while  the  hunting 
party  breakfasted  at  Colonel  Blatch- 
ford's.  These  social  amenities  having 
been  very  properly  discharged,  the  two 
worthies  jogged  along,  side  by  side, 
discussing  the  more  momentous  topics 
of  the  chase. 

"  You  all's  had  bad  luck,  I  hearn  ; 
got  all  your  best  dogs  pizened,"  Uncle 
Ephe  remarked  sympathetically. 

"  Naw,  can't  say  dat.  Bad  enuff,  but 
dey  didn't  git  de  best  un,  not  de  best 
un,  by  a  jugful,"  emphatically  asseve- 
rated John  White. 

"  Dat's  so,  now  !  Which  is  de  best 
un  ? "  inquired  foxy  Uncle  Ephe,  with 
a  great  show  of  interest. 

"  D'ye  see  dat  ole  tan  pup  a-trottin' 
'long  dar,  de  one  necked  wid  de  spotted 
bitch  ?  Dat's  him — dat's  Moses.  You've 
hearn  about  Moses  ? " 

"  Moses  !  "  repeated  Uncle  Ephe  mus- 
ingly. "  I've  hearn  all  about  Moses  in 
de  Scriptur'." 

"  Sho  !  nigger,  j^ou  know  I  ain't  talk- 
in'  'bout  dat  Moses.  Ise  talkin'  about 
dis  yere  Moses,  dis  ole  tan  pup  a-trot- 
tin' along  dar  lack  he  wusn't  nothin' 
m.ore'n  jes  a  plain,  ebery-day  fox-dog, 
'stead  o'  bein' — stead  o'  bein' — well, 
'stead  o'  bein'  de  Moses  what  he  is." 

"  Well,  what  is  he  ?  "  inquired  Uncle 
Ephe. 

"Ain't   you   neber   hearn   tell    about 


him  ? "  with  great  show  of  amazement. 
"Sho  nuff?"  upon  Uncle  Ephe's  em- 
phatic denial.  "  Ain't  neber  hearn  ob 
Moses  ?  You  all  must  a'  sort  o'  drapped 
out  o'  de  spohtin  world  ;  quit  fox  hunt- 
in'  lately,  haint  ye  ?  Well,  I  tell  you 
'bout  Moses.  He's  de  Moses  what  kin 
lead  all  dese  children  o'  Israel.  He's 
de  most  noted  fox-dog  in  dis  county. 
He's  de  most  noted  fox-dog  in  de  State. 
He's  de  most  noted  fox-dog  in  de  Nu- 
nited  States.  You  know  de  Gentry 
boys  ? " 

"Umhuh." 

"Dey  tink  dey  got  fox- dogs  ;  dey 
buckle  in  wid  Moses,  and  dey  don't  tink 
dat  any  more.  You  know  ole  'Squire 
BuUen?" 

"Umhuh." 

"  De  ole  'Squire  he  fought  his  dogs 
wus  fox-dogs — had  some  ob  your  all's 
stock,  I  hearn — but  he's  changed  his 
notions,  he  has  ;  he  wrastled  one  time 
wid  Moses.  Dey  ain't  no  dogs  on  our 
side  o'  de  ribber  dat  can  stay  wid  dat 
same  Moses  ;  he  makes  'em  quit ;  jes 
gallops  de  lights  out  ob  'em.  De  red 
fox  is  gittin  mightin  scarce  ober  dere,  " 
sorrowfully.  "  Dey  tells  me  you  all's  got 
a  plenty  o'  foxes  ober  here." 

"  Umhuh  !  "  repeated  Uncle  Ephe. 
"  Umhuh  !  Ise  hearn  a  heap  o'  dat 
kind  o'  talk  afore  now.  Ise  hearn  o' 
windburners  afore  to-day.  Ise  hearn 
ob  lots  ob  'em.  But  I  haint  seen  'em 
like  I  hearn  'bout  'em.  Ise  been  want- 
in'  to  see  one  o'  dese  here  reg'lar  wind- 
bustin'  fox  'sterminators  all  o'  my  life. 
Dat's  him,  is  it  ?  dat  lop-sided  tan  dog 
wid  de  crooked  hind  legs  ? " 

"Dat's  him,"  eagerly  and  proudly  re- 
plied John  White.  "  Look  at  he  roach 
back  and  he  chist ;  d'ye  ever  see  sech  a 
chist  on  a  dog  o'  his  size  ? " 

"  Umhuh  !  Dat's  him  ?  Well,  all's  I 
got  to  say  is,  ef  dey  air  a  dog  in  our 
pack  what  can't  fling  dust  in  he  eyes, 
den  I  don't  know  nuthin  'bout  houn's, 
an'  Ise  been  a-huntin'  'em,  nigger,  afore 
you  wus  born." 

Forrester  had  found  the  way  to  the 
covert  a  singularly  long  and  vexatious 
one  this  morning — singularly  so,  indeed, 
for  a  young  man  who  had  the  pleasure 
of  escorting  the  acknowledged  belle  of 
the  county.  Miss  Alberta  Blatchford. 
But  Mr.  Forrester  looked  as  if  that 
honor  and  pleasure,  like  a  good  many 
of  the  honors  and  pleasures  of  life,  failed 
in  the  realization.     Contrary  to  the  old 


Painted  for  Outing  by  F.  W.  Read. 


"THEN  TAKE  US  BOTH."    (/./<?/•) 


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aphorism,  a  pleasure  shared  is  not  al- 
ways a  pleasure  doubled  ;  and  he  had 
found  himself  compelled  to  share  it  this 
morning  with  a  very  odious  individual 
indeed,  an  abominably  good-looking"  fel- 
low from  town,  a  distant  connection  of 
the  Blatchfords,  who  had  suddenly  made 
the  most  of  that  relationship  to  improve 
his  acquaintance  with  the  family  after 
meeting-  Miss  Alberta  upon  a  recent 
visit  to  Louisville.  He  had  promptly 
accepted  the  Colonel's  invitation  to  come 
up  for  a  few  da3's'  hunting.  Mr.  Whip- 
ple possessed  an  entertaining  address, 
an  easy  and  familiar  way  about  him  that 
was  absolutely  offensive  in  the  eyes  of 
Forrester,  to  whom  his  small  talk  and 
sallies  .of  wit,  which  so  amused  and  en- 
tertained Miss  Blatchford,  wer  intoler- 
able.. Not  that  he  was  jealous  of  the 
favor  which  Whipple  found  in  the  eyes 
of  the  young-  lady — of  course  not,  far 
from  it,  he  would  have  said,  as  he  rode 
along  the  countrv  road  this  bright 
autumnal  morning.  Yet  he  could  not 
but  regret  that  such  inanity  should  find 
favor  with  one  for  whom  he  felt  that 
friendship  which  can  onl}-  be  felt  b}'  two 
young  persons  of  opposite  sexes  who 
have  grown  up  in  more  or  less  mutual 
esteem — esteem  that  was  pure!)  philan- 
thropic, be  it  understood — nothing,  he 
repeated,  could  be  farther  from  his 
thoughts  than  love.  And  certainly  he 
had  no  cause  to  complain  of  her  gra- 
ciousness  to  himself.  She  had  received 
him  with  the  same  spontaneous  affabil- 
ity, the  same  cordial  friendship,  as  if 
it  had  been  but  yesterday,  instead  of 
more  than  a  5'ear,  since  he  had  last  seen 
her. 

The  interim  had  made  an  improve- 
ment in  her,  it  seemed  to  him,  if  such  a 
thing  were  possible  ;  and,  as  he  saw  her 
beauty  and  listened  to  her  bright  repar- 
tees, he  could  not  blame  others  for 
sharing  the  admiration  he  felt  himself, 
admiration  that  was  purely  philan- 
thropic, the  profound  admiration  of  an 
old  friend  ;  but  it  was  certainly  bad 
taste,  to  say  the  least,  to  exhibit  that 
admiration  as  openly  as  did  this  insuffer- 
able Whipple,  whose  eyes  followed  her 
as  if  unable  to  tear  themselves  away. 

Whipple  had  discoursed  of  his  own 
prowess  across  country — talked  in  his 
easy,  offhand  way,  of  hunting  with  the 
Meadowbrook  and  other  Eastern  hunts. 
Still  goeth  pride  before  a  fall.  He  would 
soon  find  that  riding  to  a  pack  of  Ken. 


tucky  hounds  was  quite  a  different  matter 
to  steeple- chasing  across  a  Long  Island 
course,  or  following  the  fat,  well-fed 
drag-hounds  over  the  well-kept  Eastern 
countr}^  Forrester  could  not  but  ad- 
mit that  this  city  sportsman  hung  a  good 
heel,  which  he  knew  was  a  sign  of  a 
fine  seat  in  the  saddle.  But  all  Forres 
ter  asked  was  a  good  stiff  brush,  straight- 
away five  miles  or  more,  after  a  stiff- 
necked  old  red,  across  the  well-fenced 
blue-grass  pastures,  and  through  Tangle- 
wood  with  its  heavy  thickets  and  low 
hanging  beech  limbs,  and  if  Whipple 
followed  the  pace  set  he  would  find 
his  work  cut  out  for  him  as  it  had  never 
been  before.  The  powerful  bay  For- 
rester bestrode  was  his  favorite  hunter, 
and  had  never  failed  him  yet.  There 
was  one  he  knew  who  would  go  as  far 
as  her  mount  could  carr}^  her,  and  the 
satin-skinned  chestnut  mare  looked  fit 
for  all  that  might  be  asked  of  her  that 
day. 

"  Gil,"  called  the  Colonel  as  they 
came  up — he  had  ridden  ahead  with 
some  particular  cronies  who  had  not 
had  the  same  incentive  for  conversation 
along  the  route,  and  was  inspecting  the 
hounds — "  what  dog  is  that  ? " 

"  That's  a  pup  of  Fawn's  ;  we  call  him 
'Moses.'  " 

"  Humph  !  Might  have  known  that  by 
his  color  and  his  roach  back  —  good 
back  and  loin.  Give  me  a  roach  back 
in  hound  or  horse — your  swaybacks 
may  be  well  enough  for  carrying  sacks 
to  mill,  but  nothing  like  a  roach  back 
to  make  'em  date  "their  leaps  properly. 
He's  got  the  racy  build  of  your  dogs, 
but  seems  to  me  a  little  heavier  in  bone 
and  shaggier  in  coat,  more  on  the  order 
of  my  dogs.  Looks  to  me  stouter  than 
his  sire,  and,  I  dare  say,  has  speed." 

"  Yes,  sah  ;  he  pintedly  is  fast — sense 
me,  Kunnel,  sense  me,  sah,"  obsequiously 
and  fearfully  exclaimed  John  White, 
who  had  been  carried  away  by  this 
meed  of  praise  for  his  idol  from  such  an 
eminent  source,  and  now  stood,  con- 
founded by  his  own  temerity,  bowing 
and  scraping,  with  his  hat  off. 

"  Laws-a-me,"  said  Uncle  Ephe,  sotto 
voce,  enviously,  "  what's  this  new  gen- 
eration o'  niggers  a-comin'  to,  a-takin' 
de  words  out  o'  ther  marster's  mouths  ?" 

"  I  believe  he's  the  best  dog  we  have," 
admitted  Forrester.  "  He  is  the  only 
pup  of  Fawn's  that  I  have  left." 

"  Well,"  laughed  the  Colonel,  "  who- 


MOSES.    THE    TALE   OF  A    DOG. 


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ever  owns  him  will  see  him  tried  if  we 
get  after  this  fox.  I've  never  failed  to 
g-et  him  up  in  this  covert  this  fall,  and 
I've  never  holed  him  under  two  hours 
yet,  and  to  tell  the  truth  he  has  beaten 
me  oftener  than  I  have  him;  and  if  they 
don't  get  a  close  jump  on  him,  or  ever 
let  him  get  a  lead  on  a  bother,  they  will 
never  get  nearer  to  him  than  they  were 
at  the  start.  If  you're  ready  we'll  cast 
off." 

Opening  the  gates  the  dogs  were  un- 
coupled and  dashed  across  the  field 
toward  the  woods  on  the  rising  ground, 
the  hunters  following  leisurely. 

"  There's  no  telling  which  way  he 
will  break,"  said  the  Colonel.  "  Every- 
body hold  back  and  don't  go  to  riding 
as  soon  as  they  strike;  he  will  likely 
make  a  round  or  two  before  he  quits 
the  woods.  We'd  better  separate  and 
take  either  side — there,  that's  old  Chal- 
lenger," as  the  well-known  note  welled 
up  from  the  depths  of  the  wood.  "  Get 
to  him  now,"  he  cried,  ratingly,  to  a 
couple  of  youngsters  that  threw  up  their 
heads  where  they  stood  and  listened 
questioningly.  "  Get  to  him,  you  ras- 
cals." Again  the  note,  deeper,  stronger. 
"  Walk  him,  old  hoss,"  yelled  the 
Colonel  to  his  old  favorite,  his  hat  off, 
his  face  upturned  and  alight  with  the 
inspiration  of  the  chase,  his  ear  turned 
to  drink  in  every  note  as  one  after  an- 
other the  voices  joined  the  chorus. 

"  There's  Hermit,  and  that's  Fashion. 
Good  bitch  !  you  hit  it  away  ahead. 
Now,  Flash,  my  little  lady,  now  you 
have  him.  That's  white  Tray,  with  the 
flute-like  note,  and  that's  Harbinger," 
and  one  after  another  he  called  on  his 
favorites  as  their  well-known  notes 
swelled  the  chorus. 

"What  short,  savage  mouth  is  that?" 
he  suddenly  asked  of  Forrester,  who  sat 
quietly,  but  with  suppressed  excitement 
in  his  face. 

"  That's  Moses." 

"  Got  a  good  mouth,"  the  Colonel  re- 
plied, sententiously.  "They're  getting 
it  warm  now,"  as  the  unseen  chorus 
caine  from  the  farthest  end  of  the 
woods  in  increased  intensity  and  vol- 
ume. "  Talk  about  music  !  Give  me 
the  savage  '  Ough  !  ough  !  ough  I '  of  a 
deep-toned  hound  as  he  drags  up  to  old 
Reynard  in  the  woods.  There's  noth- 
ing in  nature  to  compare  with  it.  Look 
yonder  at  our  city  friend,  chatting  away 
as   if   never    a  dog  had  opened,  but    I 


dare  say  now,  if  it  were  perm.issible  in 
good  society  to  be  impressed  by  any- 
thing, he  would  be  impressed  ;  it's  in 
him,  carefully  hidden,  but  it's  in  him, 
nevertheless.  Still  I'll  bet  the  best 
hound  I've  got  against  a  yellow  cur 
that  Bert  hasn't  heard  a  word  he's 
said  since  old  Challenger  first  opened. 
What's  he  up  to  now  ?  Off  his  horse 
and  the  fox  liable  to  be  jumped  at  any 
moment  !  " 

But  Forrester  saw,  with  some  com- 
punction and  envy,  that  Whipple  had 
dismounted  to  tighten  Miss  Blatchford's 
saddle-girth.  The  next  moment  every 
other  feeling  was  forgotten  in  the  ex- 
citement of  the  chase.  There  was  a 
crash  as  every  hound  broke  forth  si- 
multaneously and  savagely  to  proclaim 
that  the  fox  was  at  last  afoot,  and  in  a 
whirlwind  of  sound  the  chase  swept 
down  upon  them  where  they  stood. 

"  Gad  !  "  cried  the  Colonel,  "  how  they 
come  on  !  What  a  head  they're  carry- 
ing !  Did  5^ou  ever  hear  anything  to 
beat  it?  Must  be  riding  his  brush. 
Damme,  if  they  don't  take  his  measure 
this  time  they  never  will.  Whoop  ! 
Yonder  he  goes  out,  the  far  corner  of 
the  woods  near  the  fence.  Be  easy, 
now.  Not  a  word  or  you'll  turn  him," 
oblivious,  like  so  many  mentors,  to  the 
fact  that  he  was  the  only  one  violating 
his  own  precept. 

With  bated  breath  the  others  stood  as 
the  fox  flashed  forth  from  the  woods, 
and,  with  long,  lithe,  leopard- like  leaps, 
crossed  the  open  field  and  disappeared 
in  the  blue-grass  pasture  beyond. 

Like  wave  upon  wave  of  sound,  roll- 
ing one  upon  another,  the  chasers  swept 
after,  while  the  hunters  caught  their 
horses  short  by  the  head  and  stood  in 
their  stirrups  to  catch  the  first  sight  of 
the  oncoming  pack.  It  was  a  battle 
royal,  each  dog  striving  to  outrun  the 
others. 

"  Come  on.  Fashion  !  Come  on,  my 
lady  !  "  cried  the  ebullient  Colonel,  be- 
tween set  teeth,  as  he  distinguished  the 
high-pitched  note  of  his  fast  bitch  in 
the  front  of  the  chase;  but  there  was  a 
short,  savage  note,  challenging  her  for 
the  lead  in  a  way  he  did  not  like. 

Out  from  the  cover  they  came,  heads 
up  and  sterns  down,  racing  like  coursers 
at  gaze,  over  the  fence  and  into  the 
field,  half  a  dozen  of  them  abreast. 
But  there,  settling  into  his  stride,  Moses, 
like  a  red  meteor,  forged  to  the  front. 


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showinf.'  his  heels  to  the  rest  of  the 
pack. 

Forrester,  for  a  moment,  had  eyes  for 
nothing  else.  It  was  a  supreme  effort 
that  choked  the  encouraging  yell  upon 
his  lips.  Turning,  he  saw  the  Colonel, 
with  pale  face,  watching  his  fastest  dogs 
outfooted,  and  the  next  moment  some- 
thing flashed  by  him.  It  was  Miss 
Blatchford  and  the  city  sportsman,  who, 
sitting  well  down  in  his  saddle,  gave  his 
fair  companion  a  lead-over,  taking  the 
old  rail  fence  aut  of  the  field  in  his 
stride.  Gad  !  but  that  fellow  can  ride, 
thought  Forrester,  as  be  settled  into  his 
seat  and  started  in  pursuit.  With  heads 
thrust  well  into  hats,  with  reins  tight- 
ened and  hearts  hardened,  with  elbows 
and  legs,  it  was  get  along  now  !  get 
along  after  the  hounds  !  No  fear  of 
overriding  them,  but  every  fellow  for 
himself,  and  the  devil  take  the  hind- 
most, streaking  it  across  country  in  the 
wake  of  the  flying  pack.  With  fresh, 
eager  mounts  and  good  going  before 
them,  and  good  under  foot,  being  mostly 
grassland,  affording  the  fine  springy  turf 
which  close-cropped  bluegrass  always 
does,  the  veriest  tyro  could  ride  the  line 
right  bravely. 

Forrester,  with  prophetic  knowledge 
of  what  was  to  come,  laid  back  in  the 
ruck,  saving  his  mount,  and  let  the  un- 
initiated, with  ambition  to  lead  the  hunt, 
wind  their  horses  at  the  start.  They 
were  glad  enough  at  the  first  check  to 
gain  the  momentary  respite  to  breathe 
their  steeds.  Momentary  it  was,  for 
Forrester,  who  had  come  on  leisurely, 
was  hardly  well  up  with  the  hounds, 
who  had  lost  upon  a  fallow  field,  when 
a  heady  cast  by  a  wide  ranger  hit  it  off 
in  the  copse  beyond  the  field,  and,  the 
rest  harking  quickly,  the  whole  pack 
was  away  again  in  full  cry.  The  fox 
had  taken  advantage  of  the  momentary 
respite  to  head  for  Tanglevvood,  which 
lay  like  a  wooded  wall,  bounding  the 
open  country  to  the  north. 

Seeing  this,  many  who  had  ridden 
well  and  straight  fell  out  as  they  crossed 
the  pike,  and  trusted  to  holding  leisure- 
ly along  it,  and  getting  in  later  if  the 
chase  turned  their  way.  Through  the 
copse,  and  clattering  down  a  rocky  slope 
beyond,  splashing  through  the  stream 
at  the  foot  of  it,  and  up  the  almost 
precipitous  bluffs,  quite  a  different 
country  lies  before  the  followers  of  the 
hunt,  as   Mr.    Whipple    observes   upon 


bringing  up  against  a  nasty  -  looking, 
brush-bound  fence  bordering  Tangle- 
wood — an  impervious  wall  of  bushes 
and  blackberry  briers  in  the  unkempt 
fence  row  on  the  near  side,  and  the  Lord 
only  knows  what  on  the  far — his  horse 
feeling  the  infection  of  doubt  which, 
with  its  pale  cast  of  thought,  sicklies 
o'er  the  spirit  of  his  resolution.  In 
hunting,  as  in  many  othei*  avocations  of 
life,  he  who  hesitates  is  lost.  What  a 
telepathic  chord  of  sympathy  seems  to 
exist  between  horse  and  rider  ;  vain  is  it 
to  endeavor  to  infuse  into  your  mount  a 
confidence  you  fail  to  feel  yourself.  His 
horse  balking  at  the  inhospitable  touch 
of  the  thorny  mat  against  which  he  was 
impelled,  Whipple  looked  in  vain  for  a 
weak  place  in  the  barrier.  There  was  a 
rush  to  his  right,  a  crashing  of  brush 
and  briers,  as  through  the  hedge,  and 
over  the  fence  into  the  woods,  Forrester 
fearlessly  forced  his  way,  while  Miss 
Blatchford  safely  essayed  the  obstacle 
without  a  moment's  hesitation  a  little 
farther  on,  disdaining  the  lead-over 
which  Forrester  had  ridden  hard  to 
give  her,  and  marking  her  transit  with 
a  fluttering  bit  from  the  hem  of  her 
habit  held  by  the  covetous  thorns. 

"  Plucky  rider,"  thought  Forrester. 
But  what  did  it  matter  to  him  !  What 
did  anything  matter  to  him,  while  his 
gallant  bay  moved  fresh  and  strong  be- 
neath him,  flying  over  field  and  fence, 
while  the  exhilaration  of  the  chase  was 
intoxicating  with  its  madness,  while  the 
depths  of  Tanglewood  were  ringing 
with  the  melody  of  the  hounds,  and 
their  dancing  bodies  of  black,  white 
and  tan,  were  flying  away,  ever  on  and 
on  in  front  of  him,  and  while  Moses, 
with  his  short,  fierce,  triumphant  slogan 
was  leading  all  the  chase. 

Age  and  good  living  had  somewhat 
detracted  from  the  fine  figure  which 
Colonel  Blatchford  had  once  cut  upon 
horseback.  To  tell  the  truth,  the  Col- 
onel had  always  been  a  smart  rather 
than  a  reckless  rider;  although  when  oc- 
casion demanded  he  could  ride  the  line 
through  thick  and  thin  with  the  best  of 
them  in  his  day,  he,  having  a  high 
regard  for  his  own  fine  figure  and  feat- 
ures, had  never  taken  unnecessary 
chances  to  mar  them. 

He  alone  had  seen  the  hard-pressed 
fox  cross  the  pike  with  the  dogs  less 
than  a  field's  breadth  behind  him;  and 
before  the  others  could  come  up  he  \^as 


MOSES,    THE    TALE   OE  A   DOG. 


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away  as  hard  as  ever  he  could  ride,  for 
another  crossing,  which  the  experience 
of  previous  runs  taught  him  the  fox 
would  make  as  he  set  his  mask  once 
more  for  Tanglewood,  in  whose  rocky 
dells  he  could  go  to  earth.  Taking  the 
first  lane  to  the  right  the  Colonel 
pounded  along,  cutting  through  at  the 
back  of  the  farm  buildings,  now  stop- 
ping to  listen,  now  following  an  almost 
imperceptible  path  through  the  fields, 
and  making  up  his  mind,  as  he  comes  to 
the  fence  along  the  county  road,  to  jump 
it.  But  he  thinks  better  of  this  rash 
determination,  his  courage  failing  as  he 
approaches.  "  A  stiff  un,"  he  remarks 
to  himself  apologetically,  "  and  no  tell- 
ing what's  on  t'other  side."  Glancing 
around  to  see  that  no  one  is  looking  he 
dismounts,  and,  climbing  nimbly  over 
the  top  rail,  throws  it  off  and  jerks  at 
the  bridle  rein.  "  Come  up,  you  ugly 
brute  !  "  he  exclaims,  as  his  horse  re- 
fuses to  follow.  "  Come  up,  old  fellow," 
he  repeats  in  a  soothing  tone,  grinning 
with  rage  at  the  thought  of  the  time  he 
is  losing.  "  Come  up  !  "  he  thunders, 
"or  I'll  get  on  your  back  and  bury  the 
spurs  in  you,  you  stubborn  idiot !  "  giv- 
ing the  reins  a  jerk.  The  horse  flew 
back,  nearly  lifting  the  Colonel  over  the 
fence,  and,  jerking  the  reins  out  of  his 
hands,  trotted  off.  To  make  matters 
worse  he  could  hear  somebody  ap- 
proaching rapidly  along  the  lane — 
doubtless  some  of  the  hunters,  to  whom 
he  did  not  care  to  appear  in  this  un- 
dignified quandary.  Peeping  around 
the  corner  his  consternation  was  changed 
to  joy  as  he  descried  Ephe,  who,  with 
no  less  intuitive  knowledge  of  the  fox's 
course,  was  making  for  the  same  ob- 
jective point,  and,  fearful  of  arriving 
too  late,  was  using  every  effort  to  ex- 
pedite the  movement  of  his  mount — a 
mule,  which  he  rib-roasted  in  the  most 
summary  manner  with  a  cudgel. 

"  Wal,  I  declar,"  exclaimed  Ephe,  as 
the  Colonel's  apparition  appeared  to 
him,  and  rolling  his  eyes  around  the 
field  in  search  of  the  Colonel's  horse, 
who  was  quietly  grazing  at  the  far  side, 
"  ef  old  Blucher  ain't  done  broke  loose 
from  you  again  !  "  Ephe  promptly 
climbed  down  from  his  mount  to  go 
after  the  Colonel's  horse,  a  performance 
which  he  was  by  no  means  unused  to. 

"Yes,"  replied  the  Colonel,  as  he 
lengthened  the  stirrups  preparatory  to 
mounting  the  mule,  "  I  got  off  to  listen 


for  the  d<jgs,  and  thought  he'd  stand. 
You  catch  him,  Ephe,  and  bring  him 
on  up  to  the  cherry-tree  corner.  I  think 
they're  going  to  cross  there.  Heard 
anything  of  them  ?  " 

"  They  was  going  into  the  Dripping 
Springs  Hollow  the  last  I  hearn  ob  'em. 
Hain't  that  'em  now  ?  Listen  over 
yander  to  the  riglit  o'  Mistah  Clay's 
plantation." 

Taking  off  his  hat,  and  straining  his 
ears  for  the  first  faint  sound  from  the 
expected  quarter,  the  Colonel  can  hardly 
contain  himself  as  it  comes  clear  and 
strong,  growing  apace  as  it  approaches. 
"  It's  the  pack,  sure  enough,"  he  cor- 
roborated the  old  negro's  keen  hearing. 
"  They  must  be  pressing  him  too  tight 
to  make  his  old  round — looks  like  he's 
going  to  cross  out  here.  Ephe,  catch  my 
horse,  quick  !  " 

"  I  wonder  what  that  short-mouth  dog 
is  ?"  said  Ephe,  listening  with  head 
cocked  on  one  side,  and  a  look  of  rapt 
absorption  which  negatived  any  idea  of 
the  old  darky's  having  heard  the  com- 
mand. "  He  is  shorely  a-runnin'  'em. 
My  !  but  he's  a-steppin'  high." 

"  What  dog  do  you  think  it  is  ? "  in- 
quired the  Colonel,  giving  all  his  atten- 
tion to  detect  the  lead  hound  in  the  dis- 
tance by  the  note  which  he  gave.  Then, 
as  the  cry  swelled  into  a  magnificent 
crescendo  as  it  swept  up  on  higher 
ground,  "  Isn't  that  Mr.  Forrester's  tan 
dog  in  the  lead  ?  "  he  inquired. 

"  Wal,  I  declar,"  said  Ephe,  with  great 
affectation  of  surprise,  "  ef  I  don't  be- 
lieve it  is  him — don't  sound  jes  edzactly 
lak  none  o'  our  dogs.  He  must  a'  hit  it 
ahead  on  a  lose.  Powerful  smart  dog  ! 
I  been  a-watchin'  him — jes  lak  his  old 
daddy — cuts  ebbery  corner." 

"No,"  said  the  Colonel,  "I  don't  think 
he  got  it  on  a  lose,  because  they  haven't 
had  a  lose  in  an  hour,  and  every  time 
I've  seen  'em  he's  been  running  stronger 
and  gamer.  I'm  afraid  he  just  natu- 
rally outheels  them." 

"  He's  des  shorely  a  born  fox-dog,^' 
Ephe  concluded,  "but  dey  ain't  nobody 
kin  make  me  believe  he  gets  it  from 
his  daddy  ;  he  takes  dat  quality  from  his 
mammy,  shore,  sah.  His  mammy  ? 
Didn't  Mr.  For'ster  tell  you  his  mammy  ? 
Didn't  know  dat  same  Moses  is  one  o' 
our  dogs  ?  Dat's  one  o'  ole  Erminie's 
pups — I  fought  Mr.  For'ster  done  tole 
you  dat,"  said  Ephe,  rightly  judging 
that  this  was  a  propitious  time  for  the 


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disclosure  he  knew  was  bound  to  come. 
For  the  chase  was  sweeping  down  upon 
them  like  a  hurricane,  and  it  was  no  time 
for  further  questions  or  revilings,  as 
there  came  in  sight  of  the  two  eager 
spectators,  flying  across  the  fields, 
straight  toward  them,  a  small,  swift, 
reddish  object. 

Oblivious  to  his  foes  in  front,  oblivi- 
ous to  all  but  the  many-throated  mon- 
ster upon  his  trail,  the  hard-hunted  fox 


dark  habit  on  the  chestnut,  sitting  so 
easily  and  yet  so  firmly  the  thorough- 
bred mare — a  figure  that  was  a  very  fair 
one,  indeed,  in  the  eyes  of  her  companion, 
Gil  Forrester.  It  is  true  that  so  pretty 
a  girl  could  not  well  be  out  of  place  in 
any  situation  of  life,  but  of  all  the  places 
that  which  suited  her  best  and  to  which 
she  seemed  best  suited,  that  which  Miss 
Bert  Blatchford  now  occupied,  in  the 
saddle  and  upon  her  favorite  mare,  was 


WAL,    1    DECLAR  !  "       {p' 379'] 


passed  within  a  few  yards  of  them,  while 
the  dogs  came  popping  over  the  fence 
on  the  far  side  of  the  field,  first  the  tan- 
colored  Moses,  easily  leading  the  chase, 
and  behind  him  six  of  them  in  a  bunch 
and  the  others  tailing  out.  Hot  upon 
the  heels  of  the  pack,  coming  in  a  crow- 
line  across  country,  a  line  that  only 
wavered  in  rising  and  falling  at  inter- 
vals, two  powerful,  clean-limbed  hunt- 
ers came  steadily  on,  taking  their  riders 
across  all  intervening  fences,  neatly  and 
swiftly,  the  athletic  figure  of  a  man  on 
the  bay,  a  graceful,  pliant  figure  in  a 


the  one — two  Kentucky  thoroughbreds, 
as  Gil  Forrester  called  them. 

It  was  with  some  solicitude  that  he 
wheeled  in  his  saddle  to  watch  her  take 
the  last  fence.  For  though  he  knew 
Fedora  never  refused  any  obstacle  her 
fair  mistress  put  her  at  and  was  a 
brilliant  fencer,  the  pace  had  lately  been 
a  terrific  one,  without  a  check,  which 
was  beginning  to  tell  upon  their  mounts, 
and  this  jump  was  a  particularly  stiff 
one,  a  post-and-rail  fence  with  a  bad 
take-off,  hampered  by  a  rough,  strag- 
gling row  of  briers  along  the  fence  row. 


MOSES,    THE    TAEE   OE  A    DOG. 


581 


It  had  required  a  great  effort  upon  the 
part  of  liis  own  powerful  bay.  With 
breathless  interest  he  watched  the 
gleaming  white  blaze  in  the  chestnut 
mare's  forehead  until  the  white  forefeet 
shone  clear  above  the  briers.  There 
was  an  upward  dash  of  the  splendid 
forequarters  ;  for  an  instant  the  noble 
animal  seemed  to  hover  in  the  air,  the 
next,  horse  and  rid:r  had  safely  landed 
in  the  field,  and  they  were  once  more 
together,  racing  away,  side  by  side,  alone 
with  the  hounds.  The  relief  that  he  ex- 
perienced at  this  safe  consumination 
made  Gil  Forrester  realize  for  the  first 
time  just  how  much  of  his  own  fate  was 
encompassed  in  that  of  his  fair  com- 
panion. 

Is  there  any  pursuit  on  earth  equal 
to  following  the  hounds?  any  idol  that  a 
man  can  worship  with  such  a  fervor  of 
delight  ?  any  passion  equal  to  the  love  of 
horse  and  hound — the  passion  for  the 
sport  of  kings  ?  Ah,  yes  !  there  is  one. 
To  Gil  Forrester,  love,  looking  through 
Bert  Blatchford's  bronze-brown  eyes, 
had  come  that  day,  and  something 
stronger,  deeper,  more  passionate  than 
his  passion  for  horse  and  hound  flooded 
his  soul  with  a  sense  of  delight,  pulsing 
through  his  heart  and  blood.  How  he 
wished  they  might  ride  on  thus  forever, 
side  by  side,  with  no  other  eyes  than 
those  of  the  horses  and  hounds  to  spy 
upon  their  content ;  but  the  chase,  that 
wonderful,  that  idyllic  chase,  could  not 
last  forever.  The  race  of  fox  and 
hounds  is  drawing  to  a  close — red  Rey- 
nard's hour  is  at  hand. 

Before  them  lies  a  level  stretch  of  turf, 
the  springy  blue-grass  turf.  Beyond,  like 
a  wall,  is  a  wooded  hollow  which,  once 
gained,  would,  in  its  rocky  clefts,  afford 
a  safe  harbor  of  refuge  to  the  hard- 
hunted  animal.  Now,  Moses,  one  more 
effort  !  Thrilling  through  with  the 
frenzy  of  the  chase — that  frenzy  which 
stimulates  the  thoroughbred  foxhound 
to  strive  on  after  nature  has  rebelled, 
and  strive  even  until  death  ends  all 
effort — ^who  can  say  to  what  supreme 
effort  the  view  halloo  of  his  master  fired 
Moses .''  Like  an  unleashed  greyhound 
fresh  from  the  slips,  Moses  raced  for- 
ward from  scent  to  view,  gradually 
closing  the  gap  between  himself  and  his 
quarry.  Gamer  fox  never  got  up  be- 
fore hounds ;  game  to  the  last,  but 
growing  weaker,  the  gallant  red  forged 
on  in  one  last  supreme  effort  to  reach 


the  haven  now  close  at  hand.  Too  late! 
— a  stouter,  swifter  foe  than  ever  yet  he 
has  met  is  upon  his  track — with  long, 
lithe,  space-devouring  strides  his  fate,  in 
the  shape  of  the  tan-colored  hound,  over- 
takes him,  and  over  upon  the  blue-grass 
hound  and  fox  are  bowled  together. 
The  next  moment  the  rest  of  the  pack 
are  up  to  share  the  victory  ;  the  next 
the  only  two  riders  who  have  ridden  the 
line  from  end  to  end  are  in  at  the  death. 

A  great  baying  and  bow-wowing,  a 
mass  of  moving  canine  bodies,  black 
and  white  and  tan,  and  Bert  in  the 
midst  of  it  all ;  smooth  heads  pressed 
lovingly  against  her,  heavy  paws  upon 
her  arms  and  shoulders,  while  she  calls 
upon  her  favorites  by  their  names  and 
rewards  them  for  their  prowess  in  the 
chase  with  a  guerdon  for  which  Gil 
Forrester  felt  willing  to  lay  down  his 
life,  hugging  their  big  heads  and  strok- 
ing their  satin  foreheads  with  her  small 
white  hands,  her  face  flushed  and  eager, 
her  eyes  dancing  with  the  delight  that 
only  a  true  lover  of  dogs  can  enter  into. 
Did  ever  sun  shine  on  so  fair  a  picture 
or  woman  so  bewitching  in  natural 
grace  and  frank  fearlessness  ?  And 
when  she  answered  the  boisterous  ca- 
resses of  Moses — Moses,  whose  sense  of 
importance  and  dignity  always  sat  so 
heavily  upon  him,  and  who  would  have 
nothing  to  do  with  ordinary  mortals— Gil 
would  willingly  have  given  up  his  im- 
mortal soul  to  be  converted  into  the 
dog  so  blessed  and  fondled.  It  was  easy 
to  see  that  over  all  her  old  favorites, 
womanlike,  Bert  had  been  won  by 
Moses'  achievements  in  the  field. 

"What  a  grand  fellow  he  is!"  she 
said  ;  "  I  just  love  him." 

"  Lucky  dog  !  "  said  Gil.  "  I  envy 
him.     Would  you  like  to  own  him  ? " 

"  Wouldn't  I  !  But,  oh  !  I  couldn't 
think  of  taking  him  from  you,"  replied 
Bert,  unwilling  to  permit  the  sacrifice, 
although  appreciating  it,  for  she  knew 
and  could  enter  into  Gil  Forrester's  love 
for  his  dogs. 

"  Then,"  said  Gil,  lifting  his  handsome 
head  and  looking  at  her  with  those  eyes 
which  rival  in  wistfulness  the  great 
limpid  ones  cast  up  at  her  by  the  dogs, 
"  take  us  both  ;  "  and,  grasping  the  little 
outstretched  hand  with  which  she  was 
warding  off  the  boisterous  caresses  of 
some  of  the  other  hounds  while  she 
lavished  her  attention  on  Moses,  he 
drew  her  toward  him,  and  then — then, 


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OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


doubtless,  Moses  was  devoured  with 
jealousy  to  find  himself  forgotten  at  a 
word.  Not  that  he  envied  his  master 
the  happiness  of  having  that  lovely  head 
pillowed  upon  his  breast,  but,  as  the 
bearer  of  an  ancient  and  dignified  name 
and  a  leader  of  his  race,  he  doubtless 
resented  the  publicity  of  being  thus 
humbled  in  the  eyes  of  an  audience  of 
such  inferior  creatures  as  his  followers 
in  the  hunt. 

But  however  interesting  the  subse- 
quent proceedings  may  have  been  to 
Moses,  they  were  enough  to  cause  Col. 
Blatchford,  who  had  regained  his  horse 
and  was  coming  up  as  hard  as  ever  he 
could  ride,  to  pull  up  suddenly  at  the 
strange  termination  of  the  hunt,  to 
him  a  new  rendering  of  the  picture,  "  In 
at  the  Death." 

"  Oh,  papa  !  "  exclaimed  Bert,  with 
difficulty  disengaging  herself  and  en- 
deavoring to  hide  her  confusion  in 
forced  vivacity,  "  Gilbert  has  given 
Moses  to  me." 


"  Well,"  said  the  Colonel,  with  a  sly 
twinkle  in  his  eye,  "  I  must  say  he's  a 
most  remarkably  generous  young  man 
— with  other  people's  property.  I  was 
just  going  to  establish  my  claim  to  that 
dog  myself,  but  I  guess  I  will  be  lucky 
if  he  only  stops  at  stealing  my  dogs. 
If  I  hadn't  come  up  in  time  now  I'm 
afraid  I'd  have  lost  something  else  I 
think  almost  as  much  of." 

"  Too  late.  Colonel,"  said  Gilbert,  re- 
covering the  equanimity  which  was  one 
of  his  characteristics,  and  endeavoring 
to  divert  Bert  from  her  renewed  inter- 
est in  Moses,  "  but  I  tell  you  what  I'll 
do.  I  alwa5^s  like  to  do  the  fair  thing, 
and  I'll  trade  you  Moses  for  Bert,  even 
swap  and  no  boot  asked." 

The  Colonel  afterward  said  it  was 
the  only  time  in  his  life  he  ever  got  the 
worse  of  it  in  a  dog  trade,  but  that  it  was 
Hobson's  choice  with  him.  He  saw  he 
was  bound  to  quit  loser,  for  Moses  was 
his  dog  anyhow.  But  the  best  test  of  a 
good  sportsman  is  to  be  a. good  loser. 


'■•V 

1%'  Sr:}^[:;,>^Zi.i 


IT  happened  in  this  wise.  We  had 
packed  our  bicycles  and  expressed 
them  to  Liverpool  with  the  inten- 
tion of  spending  our  last  fortnight 
in  England  in  London  where  we  would 
have  but  little  use  for  them,  and  in  a 
few  days  found  ourselves  really  tired  of 
London  in  midsummer — tired  of  sight- 
seeing, tired  of  bargain-hunting,  tired 
even  of  riding  on  top  of  the  busses.  We 
longed  again  for  the  country,  for  rural 
sights  and  sounds. 

But  how  or  where  could  we,  without 
our  helpful  wheels,  get  away  from  the 
beaten  tracks?  "Dame  Fortune,  fickle 
jade,"  smiled  upon  us.  We  were  making 
our  way  by  instalments  from  the  metrop- 


eV  GERTRUDE   F.   SMITH. 


olis  toward  Liverpool  when  she  caused 

F 's  eye  to  fall    upon    this   modest 

note:  '■'Broadway,  a  quaint  little  place 
with  interesting  Elizabethan  houses — a 
favorite  resort  for  American  authors  and 
artists.  Coaches  daily  in  summer  fr-oin 
Evesham — five  miles,  fare  one  shilling.''' 
Now,  Evesham  was  the  very  next  large 

town  on  the   line,  and  when  F read 

aloud  this  treasure  trove  I  said  imme- 
diately, "  Let's  get  off  at  Evesham  and 
go  out  to  Broadway." 

F demurred.     Could  we  afford  to 

throw  away  four  shillings  on  an  experi- 
ment ?  "  Yes,"  I  insisted,  with  all  of  a 
woman's  recklessness.  Finally  I  found 
another  little  note  to  the  effect  that  at 


AMONG  THE  ENGLISH  COTSWOLDS. 


5«3 


Wickhamford,  two  miles  from  Evesham, 
in  the  parish  church,  might  be  seen  the 
tomb  of  Penelope  Washington — ances- 
tress of  '■  our  George." 

F perceptibly  weakened.    Mouldy 

tombstones  are  his  hobby  "  Well," 
he  said,  "  we  may  as  well  get  off  at 
Evesham  anyway.  We  can  leave  our 
luggage  at  the  station,  and  walk  out  to 
Wickhamford  and  back.  I  confess  I'd 
like  to  see  that  tombstone." 

So  at  Evesham  we  alighted — but  lo  I 
the  little  drizzle  which  had  just  begun 
to  distill  when  we  left  Oxford,  now,  at 
2  p.  M.,  had  developed  into  a  pouring 
rain. 

We  were  the  only  passengers  to 
alight,  and  the  prospect  of  a  four-mile 

walk  was  too   much   even   for  F 's 

enthusiasm.  As  for  me,  I  promptly  de- 
clared I  wouldn't  travel  four  miles 
through  that  rain  to  see  the  immortal 
George  himself  —  to  say  nothing  of 
Penelope's  tombstone.  It  was  dreary 
enough.  Not  a  fly  (the  euphonious 
English  term  for  a  hack)  was  in  sight 
— not  a  person  even,  on  the  damp, 
slippery  platform. 

Evesham,  a  highly  respectable,  unin- 
teresting, sleepy  English  town,  was  at 
least  half  a  mile  away.  We  looked 
after  the  retreating  train  with  dismay, 
and  each  called  the  other  to  witness 
that  stopping  off  in  this  hole  wasn't  his 
doing.  Finally  the  station-master  ap- 
peared. 

"  Yes,"  there  was  a  train  for  Worces- 
ter at  4  p.  M.  Two  hours  to  spend  in 
Evesham  !  No  help  for  it.  We  left 
our  luggage  with  the  station-master, 
and  skirts  on  high,  trousers  turned  up, 
umbrellas  hoisted,  we  started  through 
the  rain  to  the  church,  crowning  a  dis- 
tant knoll,  where  the  bones  of  Simon  de 
Montford  are  said  to  lie. 

In  the  churchyard  I  met  a  young 
native,  and,  more  for  the  sake  of  talk 
than  anything  else,  I  asked  him  if  there 
was  any  public  conveyance  out  to 
Broadway.  "  They'll  tell  you  at  the 
Crown,"  he  said,  and  for  the  Crown  we 
started,  coming  out  through  a  stable- 
yard  to  the  High  street,  the  main  artery 
of  the  town. 

In  his  doorway  stood  a  butcher.  "  Can 

you  tell  us,"  F asked,  "if  there  is 

any  public  conveyance  from  here  to 
Broadway  ? "  "  Why,  yes,"  he  said, 
"  there's  the  carrier's  cart."  Oh  ! 
■Shade  of  Thomas  Hardy  !     A  carrier's 


cart  !  And  here  he  cam  out  onto  the 
narrow  sidewalk  and  looked  ahead. 

"  There's  the  Broadway  man  now — 
you'l.  catch  him  if  you  hurry — he's 
sure  to  stop  at  the  Swan."  Some  dis- 
tance down  the  street  we  saw  a  long, 
black  wagon,  drawn  by  two  sturdy 
horses,  just  pulling  up  at  the  Swan, 
Away  we  started  in  hot  pursuit.  No 
thought  of  the  rain  now,  no  complaint 
of  Evesham's  dullness,  no  mutual  re- 
criminations— only  a  common  desire  to 
catch  that  cart,  or  die  doing  it.  And 
we  caught  it. 

A  long,  black  wagon,  narrower  and 
longer  than  our  milkmen's  wagons, 
with  a  seat  for  the  carrier  and  his  boy 
in  front,  and  inside  a  semi-circular  seat 
capable  of  holding  four  people  com- 
fortably and  an  indefinite  number  un- 
comfortably. On  the  side,  in  great 
white  letters,  "  T.  Bayliss,  Carrier, 
Broadway  and  Evesham." 

Mr.  T.  Bayliss,  clad  in  corduroys, 
came  out  from  the  inn  just  as  we  came 
up,  panting  and  breathless.  "  Yes, 
plenty  of  room — sixpence  each."  So 
in  we  bundled  out  of  the  wet — two 
thoroughly  delighted  mortals — for  in 
our  wild  chase  we  had  said  we  will  go 
out  to  Broadway  and  stay  over  night — 
the  luggage  will  take  care  of  itself. 
But  we  were  not  to  be  the  sole  occu- 
pants of  that  back  seat.  Pretty  soon 
we  drew  up  at  the  pastry  cook's,  and 
a  stout  English  woman  was  pushed, 
pulled,  and  finally  seated  on  two-thirds 
of  the  seat.  Then  an  Englishman, 
wife,  nursery  maid  and  two  children 
were  stowed  away  somewhere,  and  the 
baby  carriage  crowned  the  heap  of 
swinging  packages  back  of  us.  At  last 
we  were  jostling  and  jolting  out  of 
Evesham  into  the  real  country.  Impe- 
cunious as  we  were,  we  wouldn't  have 
missed  that  ride  for  a  sovereign.  After 
we  got  out  of  the  town  we  began  to  go 
up  and  up,  for  Broadway  stands  high  in 
the  Cotswolds. 

The  Englishman  and  his  wife  had  al- 
ready spent  many  summer  holidays  in 
Broadway,  and  were  enthusiastic  in  its 
praise.  By  and  by  the  rain  grew  lighter 
and  lighter  and  finally  ceased  altogether, 
and  the  carrier's  boy  rolled  up  a  leather 
curtain  and  let  us  look  out  and  breathe 
the  pure  air. 

On,  on  we  went  for  five  miles  through 
a  beautiful  farming  country.  The  vale 
of  Evesham  is  one  huge  market  garden. 


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To  the  left  of  the  main  highway  we 
spied  the  tiny  village  of  Wickhamford 
nestling  among  its  trees.  Occasionally 
we  stopped  at  a  farm-house  to  leave  a 
parcel. 

From  the  top  of  a  long  hill  we  finally 
looked  down  on  our  destination,  and 
oh,  that  I  had  the  pen  of  a  poet  or  the 
brush  of  an  artist  to  reproduce  that 
picture. 

There  is  one  very  nearly  straight 
street,  a  mile  long,  beginning  at  the  out- 
skirts of  the  village  and  terminating  at 
the  upper  part  in  the  hills,  or  the  Cots- 
wolds,  as  they  call  them.  From  this 
street  there  are  two  roads.  There  are 
also  numerous  little  lanes  and  courts 
that  sooner  or  later  bring  one  into  the 
green  fields.  At  the  very  entrance  to 
the  village  F.  D.  Millet,  the  artist,  has 
bought  an  extensive  estate,  owned  once 
on  a  time  by  the  monks,  and  still  called 
the  Priory.  Here  he  has  made  himself 
an  ideal  home,  and  here  he  lives  from 
April  to  November  with  his  family  and 
a  perfect  colony  of  brother  artists.  Sar- 
gent, the  artist.  Alma  Tadema  and 
Laurence  Hutton  also  live  in  Broad- 
way. There  is  a  hotel  there  called  the 
"  Lygnon  Arms,"  which  was  a  hotel 
before  Columbus  discovered  America, 
only  then  'twas  called  the  "  White 
Hart;  "  and  from  the  staircase  and  the 
wainscoted  rooms  Edwin  Abbey  drew 
some  of  his  illustrations  for  "  She 
Stoops  to  Conquer."  Needless  to  say, 
we  did  not  stay  at  the  Lygnon  Arms. 
We  all  got  out  at  the  post-office  to 
accommodate  the  stout  lady,  and  we 
asked  the  carrier  if  he  couldn't  recom- 
mend some  lodgings  to  us. 

We  had  never  lived  in  lodgings  be- 
fore, but  we  felt  that  the  situation  de- 
manded our  doing  so  now.  Who  ever 
heard  of  people  who  came  in  a  carrier's 
cart  not  living  in  lodgings  ? 

Mr.  Bayliss  scratched  his  curly  thatch 
and  thought  he  knew  "just  one  place." 
Young  Tom  was  told  off  to  show  the 
way  to  "  Mrs.  Stanley's." 

It  was  like  living  in  the  pages  of  sev- 
eral English  novels  combined  to  walk 
the  length  of  that  old  street. 

Young  Tom  led  us  almost  to  the  top 
of  the  road  and  halted  before  a  double 
house  built  of  stone  and  bearing  on  its 
front  the  ambitious  title  of  "  Buckland 
Villas."  We  knocked  on  the  plain 
wooden  door  of  the  upper  villa  and 
were  confronted  by  Mrs.  Stanley. 


"  Yes,"  we  could  have  a  bedroom  and 
a  sitting-room — for  how  long  should  we 
want  them  }  As  we  had  only  ten  days 
more  in  the  country  at  best,  I  told  her 
we'd  take  them  till  Monday — it  was 
then  Saturda}^,  live  p.  m. — a  fact  we  had 
forgotten  when  we  so  rashly  promised 
ourselves  we'd  go  back  to  Evesham  in 
the  morning.  We  agreed  to  the  terms. 
Two-and-six  a  day  for  the  rooms  (equiv- 
alent to  sixty-two  cents  of  our  money) 
and  we  to  "  find  ourselves."  It  was  a 
new   experience,  this    "  finding,"  but  I 

longed  to  try  it.     F ,  having  found  a 

place  to  lay  his  head  for  the  night,  im- 
mediately started  to  explore  the  coun- 
try, while  I  woke  up  to  the  fact  that  it 
was  five  o'clock  on  a  Saturday,  that  we 
had  had  next  to  nothing  to  eat  in  Ox- 
ford hours  ago,  and  that  I  must  buy 
something  for  a  "  meat  tea,"  and  also 
enough  of  all  sorts  of  things  to  last  over 
vSunday. 

I  roamed  up  and  down  that  beautiful 
Elizabethan  street  one  whole  hour  be- 
fore I  ventured  to  buy  any  provisions. 

In  process  of  time,  I  discovered  that 
Mr.  T.  Bayliss,  in  addition  to  his  duties 
as  a  carrier,  also  kept  a  compact  little 
grocery  store,  at  which  I  invested  in  a 
limited  amount  of  tea,  coffee,  sugar, 
butter,  eggs,  bacon,  bread,  jam  and  a 
Banbury  cake.  I  also,  at  an  adjoining 
shop,  purchased  chops  enough  for  two 
days  and  some  green  peas  and  potatoes. 

Then  I  went  home  to  count  the  money 
I  had  left. 

Monday  morning  we  sent  by  the  car- 
rier for  our  luggage,  and  for  seven 
short,  blissful  days  we  realized  the  Eng- 
land of  our  dreams. 

We  tramped  every  day  to  some  out- 
Ijnng  villages,  and  one  afternoon  we 
hired  a  "  trap  "  from  the  Swan,  consist- 
ing of  a  fat,  diminutive  pony  and  a  low 
wicker  cart,  and  started  for  Wickham- 
ford and  Penelope's  tombstone. 

Mrs.  Stanley  stood  at  the  door  to  see 
us  off,  and  we  took  the  Willersley  road. 
We  had  already  been  to  Willersley 
twice  before,  but  Saintsbury,  the  ham- 
let beyond,  and  Saintsbury  church,  a 
famous  landmark,  were  still  unvisited. 

Along  a  perfectl}'  level  road,  with 
hedge-rows  on  either  side,  and  an  occa- 
sional small  village  with  its  square- 
towered  Norman  church,  half  hidden 
amid  the  trees,  we  drove  that  never-to- 
be-forgotten  August  afternoon. 

The  pony  went  very  slowly,  and  when 


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we  came  to  a  rise  in  the  s^round,  which 
we  did  when  we  turned  from  the  main 
road,  we  both  got  out  and  walked. 

The  landscape  was  purely  Eng-lish. 
Beautifully  tilled  farms,  with  the  farm- 
buildino-s  all  of  gray  stone,  clustered  to- 
gether. Roses  climbing  everywhere,  Ma- 
rechale  Niel  and  Gioire  de  Dijon  drap- 
ing even  the  most  modest  cottage; 
beautiful,  stately  trees  dotting  the  culti- 
vated fields. 

Over  all,  that  peace  and  wonderful 
stillness  which  seem  to  belong  peculiar- 
ly to  an  English  landscape. 

"And  all  the  air  a  solemn  stillness 


Old  stone  houses  with  arched,  mul- 
lioned  windows,  gay  with  flowers  in 
pots,  clean  white  muslin  curtains  flut- 
tering at  every  latticed  blind,  flowers 
growing  luxuriantly  everywhere,  sweet 
peas  at  least  six  feet  high,  covered  with 
bloom. 

No  dirt,  no  squalor — apparently  no 
poverty  in  Brotherton. 

I  should  have  liked  to  stop  there 
a  while  and  get  acquainted  with  some  of 
the  people  who  live  amid  such  pictur- 
esque surroundings.  I  dare  say  the  web 
of  life  there,  as  elsewhere,  is  of  a  min- 
gled yarn,  good  and  ill  together.     But 


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THE   LYGNON    ARMS.       {p.  ^84.) 


holds,"  F quoted  when  I  said  "  How 

quiet  it  is." 

No  one  but  an  Englishman  could  have 
written  Gray's  "  Elegy." 

Through  Saintsbury,  Ashton-sub- 
Edge,  to  Brotherton,  where  a  swinging 
sign  attested  to  the  fact  (not  a  dry  fact 
in  this  case)  that  "  Ann  Banks  was 
licensed  to  keep  and  sell  ale,  beer  and 
porter,  to  be  drunk  on  the  premises." 

We  turned  into  the  inn-yard,  and  Ann 
Banks  or  her  daughter  served  us  each  a 
glass  of  very  bad  draught  ale. 

Brotherton  was  at  once  so  picturesque 
and  so  primitive  that  I  lost  my  head. 


that  afternoon  the  cool  stone  floors,  the 
dressers  filled  with  nice  old  willow-pat- 
tern china,  seen  through  the  open  doors, 
the  general  air  of  prosperity,  tempered 
with  romance,  were  almost  too  tempting 
a  prospect. 

Reluctantly  F turned  the  despair- 
ing pony's  head  toward  Badsey  and 
Wickhamford,  twin  hamlets,  neither  of 
them  large  enough  to  support  a  vicar. 
They  own  one  between  them,  and  he 
preaches  alternately  at  Badsey,  then  at 
Wickhamford. 

The  latter  place,  the  Mecca  of  our 
journeyings,  was  very  small  indeed,  and 


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rather  disappointing.  We  got  out  at 
the  square-towered  stone  church  and 
left  the  pony  at  the  churchyard  gate, 
thinking  he  would  be  only  too  happy  to 
stand. 

We  strayed  about  among  the  tomb- 
stones, for  in  every  English  parish  the 
churchyard  is  the  burial-place  of  the 
faithful;  then  flattened  our  noses  against 
the    window-panes,  and,    after   a   time, 

F had  the  supreme  satisfaction  of 

discovering  Penelope's  tombstone  on 
the  floor  almost  at  our  feet. 

We  were  so  lost  in  reflection  over  it, 
and  over  that  far-distant  Penelope,  who 
in  life  little  dreamed  her  tombstone 
would  ever  be  the  motif  oi  a  pilgrimage, 
that  we  quite  forgot  the  pony. 

At  least,  F forgot.     Suddenly  I 

remembered.  I  hurried  to  the  gate — 
no   pony  in   sight.     In    a  few  ininutes 

F 's  legs  w^ere  carrying  him  swiftly 

toward  Evesham. 

I  started  for  Badsey.     A  shout  from 

F ;  the  pony  had  been  seen  in  the 

distance,  climbing  a  hill  toward  home. 

In  time  we  caught  up  with  him,  and 
after  that  we  walked  no  more. 

Indeed,  he  wouldn't  stop  long  enough 
for  us  to  get  out,  for  that  miserable 
fraud  of  a  pony  actually  ran,  once  his 
nose  was  turned  toward  home — ran  over 
hill-top  and  dale,  till,  long  before  we 
meant  to  be,  we  were  in  Broadway 
again. 

In  our  rare  intervals  of  resting  from 
our  tramps  I  would  wander  into  our 
landlad3''s  tiny  kitchen  and  engage  her 
in  a  profitable  gossip. 

Mrs.  S.  was  a  very  comely,  neat,  tidy 
body,  with  glossy  black  hair  and  cheeks 
like  two  hard  red  apples.  I  wonder  what 
some  of  our  imported  cooks  would  say 
to  the  meagre  culinary  implements  with 
which  she  managed  somehow  to  concoct 
such  delicious  little  dinners. 

A  high  grate,  with  a  hob  on  either 
side,  where  the  kettle  rested  when  it 
was  not  doing  its  duty  on  the  coals,  a 
tin  kitchen,  for  baking  and  roasting — 
these,  with  a  couple  of  stew-pans,  were 
all  she  had  to  do  with. 

Every  morning  she  chopped  a  handful 
of  green  twigs  in  the  back  shed,  and  by 
some  unknown  process  (unknown  at 
least  to  the  Milesian  nature)  with  a  few 
coals  she  got  together  fire  enough  to 
make  our  coffee  and  cook  our  ham  and 
eggs. 

After   breakfast   we  disappeared  for 


the  day,  generally  taking  our  lunch  with 
us,  and  at  five  o'clock  we  would  return 
with  sharpened  appetites  to  dinner. 

This  was  Mrs.  S.'s  hour  of  triumph, 
for  she  loved  to  show  her  skill  as  a  cook, 
and  many  a  toothsoine  English  dish  she 
introduced  us  to. 

Among  her  most  valued  possessions 
was  an  antique  cook-book  called  the 
"Englishwoman's  Best  Friend,"  and  it 
will  always  remain  one  of  the  keenest 
regrets  of  my  lifetime  that  I  didn't  copy 
off  some  of  its  receipts. 

Mrs.  S.  knew  all  the  different  cries  and 
halloas  of  the  hunt,  and  really  waxed 
eloquent  in  her  description  of  one  mem- 
orable occasion,  where  the  fox  having 
inadvertently  been  run  to  earth  near  her 
house,  she  had  seen  Lord  Coventry  pre- 
sent the  brush  to  the  Lady  Blanche. 
Every  inorning  we  were  wakened  by 
the  baying  of  the  hounds,  for  a  fine  pack 
is  kept  in  Broadway. 

We  would  tumble  out  to  see  them 
sweep  up  the  street,  led  by  the  hunts- 
man and  his  four  red-coated  assistants 
mounted  on  thoroughbred  hunters. 

Always  during  our  stay  the  white 
umbrella  of  an  artist  was  perched  some- 
where along  the  village  street.  Little 
groups  of  artists  with  their  sketching 
materials  strapped  on  their  backs  went 
up  the  road  early  in  the  morning  to  come 
back  weary  in  the  late  afternoon. 

We  used  to  look  at  their  portfolios 
with  envious  eyes,  the  whole  neighbor- 
hood is  so  rich  in  artistic  inaterial.  I 
couldn't  help  wishing  for  the  company 
of  two  young  American  architects  whom 
we  had  met  in  London,  and  who  had 
found  rural  England  entirely  unsatis- 
factory. 

I  wonder  what  they  would  have  said 
to  the  beautiful  Elizabethan  houses  scat- 
tered all  about  this  coimtry  with  reck- 
less prodigality. 

The  air  of  Broadway  was  delightful. 
One  must  remember  we  were  now  in 
midsummer,  August  15th,  and  yet  even 
at  mid-day,  with  one  exception,  a  day 
when  we  walked  twelve  miles  under  a 
cloudless  sky,  we  were  not  in  the  least 
troubled  with  the  heat. 

Every  day  we  explored  the  neighbor- 
ing villages.  One  day  we  walked  to 
Camden,  a  large  market  town,  and 
lunched  at  the  "  Noel  Arms."  The  land- 
lady, a  young  bride,  showed  us  all  over 
the  inn  and  boasted  of  Camden's  supe- 
riority to  Broadway. 


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5S7 


At  Stanton,  an  unique  little  village, 
we  ate  our  lunch  at  the  foot  of  the  mar- 
ket cross,  the  one  public  being-  closed 
for  the  day.  The  village  gossips  still 
gather  about  the  ancient  stone  pillar 
to  discuss  home  rule  and  the  last  elec- 
tion, just  as  their  ancestors  gathered 
centuries  ago  to  hear  the  latest  tidings 
in  the  Wars  of  the  Roses. 

In  the  long  English  twilights  we 
walked  thi'ough  the  fields  where  the 
English  lads  were  playing  cricket;  and 
through  Collier's  Nap  (a  quaint  name 
for  a  village  lane)  and  by  Bibsworth  (a 
prosperous    farm)     we    climbed    again 


ketmen  find  a  ready  sale  for  their  wares 
in  Birmingham.  Up  on  these  everlast- 
ing hills  it  is  hard  to  realize  that  in  so 
short  a  time,  with  the  aid  of  a  panting 
steam  engine,  one  might  alight  in  busy, 
bustling  Birmingham. 

On  those  heights  we  were  as  much 
alone  as  in  a  primeval  forest.  Every 
now  and  then  our  footfalls  would  startle 

a  covey  of  birds,  and  once  F counted 

twenty  rabbits  in  a  single  field. 

That  day  we  ate  our  bread  and  cheese 
in  a  hut  built  of  logs  with  a  thatched 
roof.  An  immense  stone  boulder  in  the 
center  did  duty  as  a  table,  and  round  it 


BROADWAY. 


through  the  fields  to  Saintsbury  Church. 

One  long  summer's  day  we  spent 
in  the  Cotswolds  themselves,  going 
straight  up  from  the  village,  higher  and 
higher,  till  we  came  to  the  Broadway 
Beacon,  a  huge  gray  stone  tower,  built 
no  one  knows  how  many  years  ago. 

From  the  top,  on  a  clear  day,  one  can 
see  thirteen  counties,  the  Malvern  Hills, 
and  far  away  on  the  horizon  the  mount- 
ains of  Wales.  At  our  feet  lay  the  vale 
■of  Evesham,  a  beautiful  cultivated  plain 
of  some  sixteen  miles  in  extent,  dotted 
with  market  gardens,  prosperous  farms 
and  large  estates.     The  florists  and  mar- 


were  ranged  a  semi-circular  row  of 
smaller  stones  for  seats.  It  looked  like 
a  nineteenth  century  Druid's  circle,  and 
we  imagined  had  witnessed  many  a  fes- 
tive gathering.  The  view  from  the  door 
was  superb. 

Before  us  stretched  a  beautiful  pano- 
rama, finer  far  than  if  laid  out  by  any 
landscape  gardener.  As  if  to  add  the 
last  finishing  touch  of  charm  to  the  scene, 
a  little  river  tumbled  itself  down  to  the 
richly  cultivated  plain,  while  under  the 
grand  old  trees  cattle  and  sheep  grouped 
themselves  in  the  most  approved  pas- 
toral style. 


Painted  for  OnriNG  by  C.  Rungius. 

IN   THE    HEART    OF    THE    ELK    COUNTRY. 


;LK    HUiMT    IM    THie    R 


BY  JOSEPH   B.  DOE,  EX-ASSISTANT  SECRETARY  OF  WAR. 


HO  !  for  the  land  of  the  wapiti  ! 
After  many  years  of  waiting  for 
an  opportunity  I  was  at  last  west- 
ward bound  for  the  heart  of  the 
Rocky  Mountains,  the  home  of  the 
lordly  elk  and  the  fascinating  though 
sometimes  too  affectionate  bear. 

I  met  my  friend  Wilson  in  Chicago, 
and  we  journeyed  westward  together  to 

M .     From   there   we  drove  to  the 

little  town  of  Bemis,  from  which  we 
were  to  start  upon  the  hunt.  Having 
made  all  necessary  arrangements  in  ad- 
vance, we  experienced  no  delay,  and 
found  our  outfit,  guide  and  pack-train 
waiting  for  us. 

As  we  filed  out  of  town  and  started 
upon  our  long  ride,  foremost  was  our 
seasoned  guide,  that  famous  hunter  and 
old-time  Indian  fighter,  Bill  Nelson,  bet- 
ter known  among  his  confreres  as  "  Boss 
of  the  Road."  Beside  this  leader,  we 
had  two  packers,  a  cook,  and  three  gen- 
eral utility  men.  These,  with  a  friend 
named  Lincoln,  Wilson  and  myself, 
made  up  the  party. 

Each  man,  of  course,  rode  a  horse  eft 
roiite^  and,  in  addition,  eight  pack-ani- 
mals accompanied  us.  It  will  be  seen 
that  with  ten  men  and  eighteen  ani- 
mals our  train  was  rather  imposing. 

We  were  equipped  with  hob-nailed 
shoes,  canvas  leggins,  rubber  boots  and 
coats,  corduroy  and  mackinac  suits,  can- 
vas shooting-coats,  buckskin  shirts,  flan- 
nel shirts,  light  and  heavy  underwear, 
thin  and  woolen  socks,  sombreros  and 
gloves  for  clothing.     All  of  this,  except 


what  we  wore,  with  shotgun,  rifle  and 
revolver,  ammunition,  and  sundry  use- 
ful articles,  such  as  toilet- case,  towels, 
matches,  fishing-tackle,  small  box  of 
medicines,  etc.,  each  of  us  had  packed 
in  a  large  canvas  bag  made  like  a  mail- 
sack,  even  to  strap  and  padlock,  and 
very  properly  called  a  carry-all.  I  de- 
sire to  say  a  word  of  commendation  for 
this  method  of  packing  a  shooting  out- 
fit, especially  when  the  same  is  to  be 
transported  on  the  back  of  a  pack-ani- 
mal. It  will  be  found  that  much  less 
damage  and  far  greater  comfort,  both 
to  one's  self  and  to  the  animal,  will  re- 
sult if  the  packs  be  prepared  in  sacks 
rather  than  boxes. 

Lincoln  carried  a  45-90  repeating  rifle, 
revolver  and  knife.  Wilson  had  a  38- 
caliber  repeater,  a  double  -  barrel  12- 
gauge  hammerless  shotgun  and  a  22- 
caliber  rifle  (single  shot),  also  a  re- 
volver and  hunting-knife.  I  carried  a 
45-90  repeating  rifle,  a  12-gauge  repeat- 
ing shotgun,  a  38-caliber  revolver  and  a 
bowie-knife  with  a  ten-inch  blade. 

In  addition  to  what  I  have  described, 
we  carried,  of  course,  provisions  and 
blankets,  or  sleeping-bags,  for  the  entire 
party,  and  Lincoln,  Wilson  and  myself 
each  had  a  trout-rod.  There  were  also 
two  small  tents,  one  for  Wilson,  Lincoln 
and  me,  and  one  in  which  to  store  the 
provisions  at  night,  or  whenever  in  camp. 
The  most  of  the  party  preferred  to  sleep 
under  the  great  canopy  of  heaven,  add- 
ing the  shadow  of  a  pine-tree  when 
practicable. 


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OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


Starting  in  the  early  days  of  Septem- 
ber, we  rode  to  the  south  and  east 
through  a  most  beautiful  country,  skirt- 
ing many  imposing  mountains,  and 
crossing  a  number  of  beautiful  streams. 

The  first  night  out,  we  camped  at  the 
outlet  of  Big  Stone  Lake,  and  as  soon 
as  we  dismounted,  Wilson  and  I  got  our 
rods  and  tried  fly-fishing.  We  caught 
some  thirty  mountain  trout,  averaging 
nearly  two  pounds  each.  This  was  ac- 
complished in  about  two  hours.  The 
beauty  of  the  scene  added  greatly  to  our 
enjoyment.  It  was  just  sunset,  and  the 
.snowy  summits  of  the  lofty  mountains 
to  the  east  of  the  lake  showed  to  fine 
advantage,  while  old  Mount  Thomas, 
rearing  his  majestic  head  against  the 
glowing  western  sky,  turned  a  dark, 
rugged  and  forbidding  face  toward  his 
distant  eastern  comrades.  The  breeze 
had  left  us  with  the  sun,  and  the  mirror- 
like lake  made  a  beautiful  contrast  to 
the  brilliant  tints  of  the  rosy  clouds 
above,  while  the  whiz  of  a  flock  of  blue- 
winged  teal  hastening  to  the  reeds,  the 
whistle  of  a  pair  of  golden-eyes  alDove 
our  heads,  the  quavering  cry  of  a  loon, 
with  an  occasional  splash  made  by  a 
hungry  trout,  added  life,  yes,  and  music 
to  the  scene. 

The  next  day  we  had  a  longer  and 
much  rougher  ride,  and,  indeed,  our 
progress  for  six  days  might  well  be  de- 
scribed in  the  same  language,  for  a 
longer  distance  and  a  rougher  path  is  a 
summary  of  each  day's  journey.  We 
were  after  elk,  however,  and  determined, 
if  possible,  to  get  to  those  lofty  plateaus 
in  the  heart  of  the  mountains  where 
alone  we  expected  to  find  them  in  any 
considerable  number.  So  we  rode  over 
mountains,  into  canons  and  among  fall- 
en timber,  through  the  roughest  country 
we  had  ever  seen,  at  one  time  climb- 
ing the  side  of  a  mountain  so  steep  that 
even  a  sure-footed  cayuse  could  not  al- 
ways keep  his  footing,  and,  by  the  way, 
that  means  pretty  steep,  and,  immedi- 
ately upon  reaching  the  summit,  com- 
mencing a  descent  in  many  cases  so 
nearly  perpendicular  that  no  one  cared 
to  ride,  but  each  one,  followed  by  his 
faithful  steed,  slid  down  as  best  he 
could.  We  followed  trails  on  the 
mountain  side  made  only  by  wild 
animals,  passing  safely  along  numerous 
places  where  a  single  slip  or  misstep 
would  have  resulted  in  a  tumble  of  hun- 
dreds of  feet,  with  jagged  rocks  wait- 


ing below  to  receive  us.  Again,  we 
rode  through  fallen  timber  on  less  pre- 
cipitous ground,  where  the  prostrate 
pine  and  spruce  made  such  effective  ob- 
structions in  our  path  that  often  several 
miles  of  riding  meant  perhaps  but  one 
of  progress. 

On  the  sixth  day  we  reached  a  lonely 
but  beautiful  water  called  Springer 
Lake.  Here  we  rested  two  days  and 
did  some  fishing.  We  were  very  suc- 
cessful. We  varied  the  bill  of  fare  with 
willow  grouse  and  wild  duck.  Having 
thoroughly  rested  both  ourselves  and 
our  animals,  we  again  took  the  trail  for 
the  elk  country. 

In  one  of  the  passes  through  the 
mountains  we  came  across  a  strange 
thing,  namely,  two  streams  of  water 
running  parallel  with  each  other,  but  in 
opposite  directions.  The  sources  of  these 
two  streams  were  near  together,  and 
yet  it  is  literally  true  that  for  some  lit- 
tle distance  one  of  the  streams  runs 
easterly,  while  the  other's  course  is 
toward  the  west,  the  waters  of  one 
finally  resting  in  the  Pacific  Ocean  and 
those  of  the  other  in  the  Atlantic. 

The  next  day,  as  we  were  carefully 
creeping  along  the  side  of  a  very  steep 
mountain,  we  saw  old  "  Boss  of  the 
Road "  stoop  suddenly  and  raise  that 
warning  hand.  Quickly  dismounting, 
Wilson  and  I  crept  forward  to  ascertain 
the  cause  of  Nelson's  movements.  Tak- 
ing a  cautious  look  over  a  natural  breast- 
work of  rock,  a  most  beautiful  sight  met 
our  eyes.  About  twenty  elk  were  right 
before  us,  the  nearest  not  fifty  yards 
away.  Some  of  the  cows  were  lying 
down ;  the  others,  with  two  or  three 
calves  and  one  yearling  bull,  were  quiet- 
ly grazing,  while  an  old  bull,  the  master 
of  the  band,  stood  a  little  to  one  side, 
with  head  erect  and  antlers  shining  in 
the  sun,  sniffing  the  air,  and  evidently 
acting  as  a  sentinel  and  guardian  of  the 
others. 

As  it  was  nearly  evening,  we  pushed 
on  and  camped  that  night  on  Serpen- 
tine Creek,  and  the  next  day  started 
out  to  look  for  elk.  Nelson  and  I,  after 
a  long  tramp,  returned  to  camp  empty- 
handed,  having  seen  nothing  more 
startling  than  a  great  profusion  of 
tracks.  These,  however,  were  quite 
enough  to  keep  our  hopes  alive.  Soon 
we  saw  Lincoln  and  Wilson  coming  up 
the  valley,  and  the  field-glass  showed 
that    they    were    carrying    something 


AN  ELK  HUNT  IN   THE  ROCKIES. 


591 


which  they  had  not  taken  with  them  in 
the  morning.  Their  burden  proved  to 
be  the  heart  and  liver  of  a  bull  elk 
which  Nelson  had  shot  some  two  miles 
from  camp. 

Early  next  morning  Wilson,  with  the 
aid  of  a  pack-horse  and  two  of  the  men, 
brought  in  the  antlers,  the  two  ivory 
teeth  from  the  upper  jaw,  the  skin  of 
the  head  and  neck,  and  the  hind  quar- 
ters of  the  magnificent  animal,  and 
right  glad  were  we  to  enjoy  a  diet  of 
fresh  meat.  We  found  the  meat  of 
this  particular  elk  to  be  excellent  in 
quality,  tender,  juicy  and  very  fat,  al- 
though I  must  confess  that  for  some 
reason  it  seemed  very  much  better  than 
any  we  afterward  tried. 

The  next  day,  September  loth,  it 
rained  hard,  and,  although  I  spent  most 
of  the  day  looking  for  elk,  I  was  again 
unsuccessful  and  returned  with  nothing 
except  those  common  rewards  of  a 
hunter's  toil,  a  wet  skin  and  a  ferocious 
appetite.  The  next  day  we  moved  fur- 
ther to  the  south  and  stopped  at  a  beau- 
tiful spot  on  Brimstone  Creek,  a  small 
branch  of  the  Serpentine. 

Here  we  made  a  more  permanent 
camp  and  resumed  our  hunting.  Nelson 
and  I  were  again  unfortunate,  and  al- 
though we  found  plenty  of  fresh  tracks 
saw  no  elk  until  late  in  the  afternoon, 
but  at  last,  when  almost  discouraged 
and  thoroughly  tired,  we  heard  that 
peculiar  shrill  whistle  of  the  bull. 

Creeping  through  the  timber  at  Nel- 
son's heels,  I  at  last  came  within  sight 
of  a  tremendous  old  bull.  At  least.  Nel- 
son said  he  was  there  and  even  pointed 
to  the  spot,  but  at  first  1  could  not 
make  him  out.  Finally  he  moved  his 
head,  and  as  the  sun  glinted  on  his 
magnificent  antlers  I  could  see  the 
head,  but  no  more,  excepting  a  small 
portion  of  his  other  extremity.  He  was 
standing  behind  a  large  tree.  He  was 
too  far  away  for  any  good  prospect  of  a 
disabling  shot,  and  so  we  lay  and  watched 
him  for  some  time,  knowing,  from  his 
attitude  of  watchfulness  and  almost 
alarm,  that  the  least  noise  or  movement 
would  probably  send  him  bounding 
away. 

Becoming  very  tired  of  my  position, 
and  hoping  to  get  a  better  view,  I 
silently  rose  to  my  feet.  Hardly  had  I 
done  so  when,  directly  in  front  and  not 
more  than  twenty  yards  away,  a  fine 
cow  elk  walked  out  of  the  bushes.     I 


stood  motionless  and  at  first  she  did  not 
see  me,  but  something  alarming,  prob- 
ably some  slight  scent  wafted  to  her 
delicate  nostrils,  made  her  pause,  and, 
with  head  and  ears  erect,  she  looked 
in  wide-eyed  wonderment  at  me.  Of 
course,  I  could  have  shot  her,  but  I 
wanted  horns,  not  merely  meat.  So, 
after  sufhciently  inspecting  the  invader 
of  her  domain,  she  gave  one  sniff  and, 
whirling,  bounded  awa}-,  followed  at 
once  by  the  old  bull.  He  was,  however, 
cunning  enough  to  keep  himself  well 
hidden  by  the  trees,  so  that  an  oppor- 
tunity for  a  shot  was  not  afforded. 

Disconsolately  we  returned  to  camp. 
Wilson  and  Lincoln  had  not  yet  come  in, . 
and  as  it  grew  dark  we  looked  for  them 
with  some  anxiety.  When  it  became 
apparent  that  they  were  not  coming 
that  night,  I  said  to  Nelson,  "  What  do 
you  think  has  happened  ?  Shall  we  go 
and  look  for  them  ?  " 

"  Probably  they  have  been  caught  by 
the  darkness  too  far  from  camp,"  he 
replied,  "  and  have  been  obliged  to 
camp  down  until  daylight.  Anyhow,  it 
would  be  of  no  kind  of  use  for  us  to  try 
to  look  for  them  in  the  dark,  for  we 
could  not  see  their  trail." 

The  truth  and  good  sense  of  this  re- 
mark were  so  apparent  that  reluctantly 
we  went  to  bed,  though,  for  one,  I  slept 
but  little,  imagining  all  sorts  of  accidents 
to  have  befallen  the  little  party.  They 
did  not  get  in  until  the  next  morning, 
being  compelled  by  the  darkness  to  stay 
up  in  the  mountains  all  night,  without 
bedding  or  shelter  and  with  nothing  to 
eat  except  some  elk  liver,  which  they 
roasted  upon  sticks  before  a  fire.  This 
was  far  from  hardship  to  them,  how- 
ever, as  each  of  them  had  killed  a  two- 
year-old  bull  elk, 

I  was  much  relieved  upon  seeing  them 
file  into  camp  just  as  we  were  getting 
ready  to  organize  a  searching  party. 

The  following  day  "  Coj^ote  Pete " 
wandered  into  our  camp,  a  type  of  the 
fast-disappearing  race  of  old-time  trap- 
pers. Nelson  knew  him  well  and  intro- 
duced us.  He  was  an  old  man  with  a 
long  gray  beard  and  the  usual  mount- 
aineer dress,  though  rather  more  dirty, 
if  possible,  than  is  usual.  He  bestrode  a 
cayuse,  carried  his  rifle  across  the  pom- 
mel of  his  saddle,  and  had  a  thoroughly 
acclimated  pipe  in  his  mouth.  Behind 
him,  also  astride  of  a  rather  dejected- 
looking  horse,  rode  "  Running  Fawn,"  a 


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OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


very  good  sample  of  a  young  Shoshone 
squaw.  She  was  equipped  with  buck- 
skin moccasins  and  leggins,  short  skirt 
and  a  sort  of  jacket  of  heavy  blue 
cloth,  with  ■  a  broad-brimmed  brown 
hat,  looking  suspiciously  like  the  cam- 
paign hat  of  a  United  States  soldier,  with 
a  repeating  rifle  under  her  right  leg  and 
an  ugly-looking  hunting  knife  in  her 
belt,  which  fairly  glistened  with  car- 
tridges. The  fresh  hide  of  a  large  sil- 
ver-tipped grizzly  bear  was  strapped  to 
her  saddle. 

About  this  time  I  began  to  see  that 
my  disposition  and  reputation  would 
suffer  permanently  unless  I  very  soon 
killed  an  elk,  so,  after  the  departure  of 
"Coyote  Pete  "  and  "  Running  Fawn,"  I 
said  to  Nelson,  "  Suppose  you  and  I  go 
further  up  into  the  mountains,  where  the 


wearily  looking  for  a  good  place,  or  any 
place,  near  a  stream,  to  camp.  I,  for 
one,  was  feeling  most  dejected  and 
gloomy,,  and  certainly,  if  one  could 
judge  by  appearances,  the  others,  even 
the  horses,  were  in  no  better  mood, 
when  suddenly  we  heard  right  ahead, 
though  apparently  at  a  considerable 
distance,  the  shrill  whistle  of  an  elk. 
We  were  too  tired,  wet  and  stiff  from 
our  long  ride  to  dismount  unless  the 
chances  for  game  were  very  favorable, 
and  so,  after  a  brief  consultation,  con- 
cluded to  find  a  camping  place,  at  least, 
before  trying  to  hunt. 

We  rode  along  a  little  further,  when, 
without  the  slightest  warning,  out  of 
the  brush  in  front  and  to  our  right 
sprang  a  bull  elk;  and,  catching  sight  of 
us,  he  leaped  across  the  trail  and  with 


THE  ONLY  TENTS  WE  CARRIED. 


elk  seem  to  feed,  and  stay  there  for  two 
or  three  days,  if  necessary,"  mentally 
saying  to  myself,  "  I  will  stay  there  un- 
til I  get  an  elk,  if  it  takes  a  month." 
"  Possibly  that  might  be  a  good  plan," 
said  he.  Accordingly,  on  the  morning 
of  September  13th,  we  started  early, 
taking  along  one  of  the  men,  named 
Johnson,  and  two  pack-horses.  We  car- 
ried our  blankets,  but  no  tent,  and  only 
a  very  limited  supply  of  provisions. 

We  had  not  gone  far  when  it  began 
to  rain,  and  continued  to  rain  nearly  all 
day.  We  pushed  on,  however,  over 
ridges  and  into  canons,  always  getting 
higher  and  higher,  until  we  had  made 
about  fifteen  miles  to  the  west  and 
north  of  Camp  Supply,  as  we  called  the 
temporary  home  we  had  left. 

Not  very  long  before  dark  we  were 


mighty  bounds  and  strides  tore  down 
the  mountain  side.  Almost  instinct- 
ively, when  the  elk  first  leaped  into 
view  I  slid  from  my  horse,  and,  seizing 
my  rifle,  tried  to  pull  it  from  its  leather 
sheath,  but,  of  course,  it  stuck.  A  more 
vicious  tug  wrenched  it  free,  however, 
and,  whirling  to  the  left,  I  took  a  snap 
shot  at  the  flying  animal  just  as  he  dis- 
appeared in  the  bushes. 

While  Nelson  and  Johnson  were  re- 
organizing our  little  train  and  catching 
my  horse,  I  rushed  down  to  see  if  I 
could  discover  any  signs  of  blood  upon 
the  leaves  or  grass,  which  would  indi- 
cate that  I  had  not  missed.  The  little 
bright  red  spots  so  eagerly  sought  for 
were  soon  discovered ;  and,  after  trail- 
ing the  wounded  animal  by  fresh  hoof- 
prints   and    drops   of   blood  about  one 


AN  ELK  HUNT  IN   THE  ROCKIES. 


593 


WE   STARTED    IN    THE   EARLY    DAYS   OF    SEPTEMBER. 


"hundred  yards,  imagine  my  delight 
when  I  discovered  him  stone-dead.  He 
was  a  beautiful  two-year-old  and, 
strange  to  say,  with  his  horns  still  in 
the  velvet.  He  was  shot  clear  through 
from  the  loin  up  through  the  lungs.  I 
stood  proudly  gazing  at  him  until  Nel- 
son came  up.  After  that  worthy  had 
glanced  at  the  game  with  the  proper 
degree  of  indifference,  he  turned  to  me 
and  said,  "  That's  good.  I  didn't  sup- 
pose you  could  git  off  your  horse  in 
time  to  shoot.  I  didn't  know  as  you 
would  think  o'  shootin'  anyhow." 

With    this    glowing    tribute    to 
prowess  and  presence  of  mind,  I 


my 
was 


well  content  for  that  night,  and,  after 
dining  on  elk  steak,  slept  more  peace- 
fully, although  we  were  without  shelter, 
and' it  rained  nearly  all  night. 

Of  course  we  took  the  skin  of  head 
and  neck  and  the  beautiful  horns.  We 
wrapped  the  latter  carefully  with  grass 
and  leaves  and  a  piece  of  burlap,  to 
prevent  rubbing,  and  packed  them  on 
one  of  the  horses.  We  also  secured 
two  long  fillets  of  delicious  meat,  one 
from  each  side  of  the  backbone. 

The  next  day  we  rode  seven  miles 
further  into  and  up  the  mountain.  We 
heard  elk  whistling  very  frequently 
during  the  day,  and  in  the  forenoon  I 


COYOTE    pete"    and    "RUNNING    FAWN." 


594 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


tried  to  stalk  a  band  which  seemed  to 
be  just  ahead.  But  the  animals  seemed 
to  tantalize  and  play  hide-and-seek  with 
me,  for  one  and  then  another  would 
show  himself  or  herself  for  a  moment, 
just  out  of  reasonable  shooting  distance, 
and  then  slowly  disappear  over  a  ridge 
or  into  the  woods.  After  vainly  climb- 
ing after  them  for  about  two  hours,  I 
found  the  altitude  too  trying  to  heart 
and  lungs,  and,  inasmuch  as  I  could  not 
get  near  the  game,  turned  back  and 
joined  the  others. 

In  the  afternoon  Nelson  and  I  tried  it 
again.  After  climbing  in  pursuit  of 
the  elusive  whistle  until  thoroughly  ex- 
hausted, I  was  lagging  in  the  rear  when 
Nelson  turned  and  motioned  quietly 
for  me  to  come  forward.  On  reaching 
his  side  and  peering  through  the  foliage 
of  a  small  spruce  behind  which  he  was 
crouching,  I  saw  a  fine  bull  elk  standing 
broadside  toward  us  in  a  little  glade 
about  one  hundred  yards  away.  After 
admiring  him  and  that  crowning  glory  of 
spreading  antlers  for  a  few  seconds,  and 
incidentally  recovering  breath,  I  was 
about  raising  my  rifle  when  either  his 
keen  scent  or  hearing  caught  the  alarm 
and  he  darted  away.  I  took  a  hurried 
aim,  but  failed  to  hit,  and  away  he  went 
crashing  down  the  mountain.  We  fol- 
lowed slowly  on  his  trail  and  I  was  wish- 
ing I  had  not  been  quite  so  deliberate, 
when  suddenly  a  shot  rang  out  from 
where  we  had  left  Johnson  with  the 
horses,  and  we  anathematized  that  am- 
bitious young  attendant  for  recklessly 
shooting  at  squirrels  or  "fool  hens"  right 
in  the  heart  of  the  elk  country.  Upon 
reaching  the  horses,  however,  we  made 
ample  apology  to  our  faithful  squire,  for 
it  appeared  that  the  elk  which  I  had  so 
carelessly  allowed  to  escape  had  circled 
around  the  mountain  and  come  running 
by  Johnson  within  fifty  yards.  A  well- 
aimed  shot  had  laid  the  monarch  low, 
and  there  he  lay  before  us  in  all  the 
majesty  of  his  "ten  points." 

That  night  we  camped  on  the  side 
of  Rattlesnake  Peak,  and,  according  to 
Nelson's  estimate,  some  ten  or  eleven 
thousand  feet  above  the  sea. 

Before  daybreak  next  morning  I  was 
awakened  by  some  noise,  and  listening, 
heard  a  heavy  step  not  far  away  and  in 
the  bushes  back  of  my  head.  With  the 
idea  that  one  of  the  horses  had  broken 
his  lariat  or  pulled  his  picket-pin,  I 
rose  up,    thinking    I    might    see    him, 


dark  as  it  was,  when  out  of  the  bushes 
came  a  huge  ungainly  shape,  and  my 
heart  gave  a  tremendous  leap  as  I  rec- 
ognized, stumbling  along  within  fifteen 
feet  of  me,  the  unmistakable  outline  of 
a  huge  bear.  I  grasped  the  rifle  lying 
by  my  side,  partly  raised  it,  and  then 
thought,  "  If  I  shall  fail  to  disable  him 
with  the  first  shot,  which  will  almost 
certainly  be  the  case,  how  much  time 
shall  I  have  in  which  to  repeat  the 
dose  often  enough  to  keep  him  from 
breakfasting  on  us  ? "  As  it  was  too 
dark  to  take  any  accurate  aim,  I  lowered 
the  rifle  and  reluctantly  watched  bruin 
disappear  in  the  bushes.  From  the 
size  of  his  tracks  in  the  soft  ground, 
Nelson  decided  in  the  morning  that  my 
early  visitor  was  either  a  cinnamon  or  a 
silver-tip  bear. 

It  had  becoine  apparent  that  our  pro- 
visions would  not  last  more  than  two  or 
three  days  more,  so  it  was  determined 
that  after  caring  for  the  two  elk  scalps 
we  had  procured  Nelson  should  take 
them  with  the  antlers  to  our  camp  on 
Brimstone  Creek,  returning  with  some 
additional  supplies.  This  programme 
was  carried  out,  and  after  breakfast  I 
started  alone  up  the  steep  side  of  Rat- 
tlesnake Peak.  I  hunted  faithfully  near- 
ly all  day  without  success.  Many  tiines 
I  heard  the  shrill  whistle  we  had  learned 
to  know  so  well,  just  on  the  other  side  of 
some  rocky  ridge  or  just  beyond  a  belt 
of  trees,  but  after  creeping  laboriously 
to  a  point  where  a  good  view  could  be 
obtained  of  the  supposed  location  of  the 
game,  no  sign  of  elk  could  be  seen  ex- 
cept fresh  hoof-prints,  indicating  by 
the  wide  distance  between  them  their 
maker's  hasty  departure. 

Toward  evening,  however,  patience 
and  perseverance  were  rewarded.  Com- 
ing suddenly  to  the  summit  of  a  ridge 
of  rock  I  saw  the  graceful  forms  of  five 
elk  rapidly  moving  toward  the  valley 
below.  Quickly  the  Winchester  sprang 
to  the  shoulder  !  I  took  hasty  aim  at 
one  sleek  brown  side  and  blazed  away. 
The  smoke  obscured  the  view  for  an 
instant,  and  when  the  game  could  again 
be  seen  I  fired  a  second  time  at  the 
same  animal,  as  I  supposed,  and  saw  it 
plunge  heavily  to  the  ground.  Run- 
ning rapidly  past  a  tree,  which  now 
covered  the  flying  elk,  I  dropped  on  one 
knee,  and  at  the  crack  of  the  deadly 
rifle  another  elk  went  down  on  his  knees 
and  then,  falling  over  on  one  side,  lay 


AN  ELK  HUNT  IN  THE  ROCKIES. 


595 


qiiite  still.  On  taking  an  inventory  I 
found  that  I  killed  with  each  shot,  and 
three  of  the  noble  beauties  lay  stretched 
before  me.  But,  alas !  two  of  them 
were  cows.  I  was  really  sorry,  but  the 
suddenness  of  the  call  upon  the  judg- 
ment, the  mistaken  idea  that  I  had 
missed  the  first  shot,  together  with  the 
eagerness  caused  by  previous  bad  luck, 
must  be  my  explanation  and  excuse. 

For  a  day  or  two  we  remained  in 
camp  most  of  the  time,  going  out  each 
morning  and  evening  to  look  for  bear. 
The  carcasses  of  the  elk  we  had  shot 
made  most  valuable  bear-baits,  and  we 
felt  confident  that  it  was  merely  a  ques- 
tion of  time  before  bruin  would  find  the 
meat  after  it  began  to  get  into  that 
unsavory  state  which  would  enable  him 
to  smell  it  a  mile  or  two  away.  The 
baits  were,  however,  very  high  up  in  the 
mountains,  and  the  air  was  rarefied  and 
rather  cold. 

On  the  1 6th  of  September  I  had  an 
experience  worth  relating.  I  was  sleep- 
ing with  feet  toward  the  east,  and  on 
waking  in  the  morning  observed  that, 
while  it  was  quite  light,  the  sun  had  not 
yet  shown  itself  to  the  denizens  of  our 
little  valley.  I  rose  up  on  my  elbow 
and  looked  at  the  horses,  which  were 
picketed  in  the  meadow  near  by.  Both 
of  them,  instead  of  being  busy  feeding, 
as  I  expected,  were  standing  facing  the 
west,  looking  intently  up  the  meadow, 
with  heads  thrown  upward,  ears  pointed 
forward  and  showing  every  symptom  of 
strong  curiosity.  I  immediately  deter- 
mined to  ascertain  what  they  were  look- 
ing at,  for  I  thought  it  might  be  the 
bear  which  had  made  us  a  visit  a  few 
nights  before. 

Crawling  out  of  the  blankets,  I  took 
my  rifle  and  started  to  investigate.  I 
had  taken  but  a  few  steps  when  I  saw  a 
cow  elk  quietly  walking  out  into  the 
meadow.  It  was  this  which  had  at- 
tracted the  attention  of  the  horses. 
Surmising  that  a  bull  might  be  following 
not  far  behind,  I  did  not  even  wait  to 
pull  on  my  shoes,  but  just  as  I  was,  in 
somewhat  striking  deshabille,  crept  a 
little  nearer,  up  to  a  small  pine-tree. 
From  behind  this  screen  I  had  a  good 
view  of  the  meadow  and  soon  saw  a  sec- 
ond cow  emerge  from  the  trees  and  fol- 
low the  first,  then  a  calf,  and  then  the 
old  bull  himself,  and  how  stately  and 
altogether  magnificent  he  looked  !  By 
this    time,    however,    my'  sportsman's 


blood  was  roused.  He  had  a  fine  pair 
of  antlers,  and  although  a  good  distance 
away  (175  yards,  as  I  afterward  found), 
since  I  could  get  no  nearer,  I  deter- 
mined to  try  a  shot. 

Taking  careful  aim  at  his  shoulder 
as  he  walked  along,  I  pressed  the  trig- 
ger. Immediately  after  the  explosion, 
he  plunged  upon  his  knees,  but,  recover- 
ing himself,  followed  the  rest  of  the 
family  into  the  woods  at  full  speed.  I 
was  so  excited  that,  just  as  I  was,  I  ran 
to  the  place  where  he  had  been  when  I 
fired.  I  found  the  marks  of  his  hoofs  in 
the  wet  grass  and  the  place  where  he 
fell  on  his  knees,  and— yes,  some  tiny 
spots  of  blood. 

Coming  to  a  realizing  sense  of  the 
fact  that  I  was  not  in  suitable  costume 
for  the  tracking  ot  wounded  elk,  I  re- 
turned to  our  camp-fire  to  find  Johnson 
hardly  yet  awake  to  what  had  been 
going  on.  I  soon  enlightened  him,  how- 
ever, and  then  said:  "Now,  we  will 
dress  and  have  breakfast,  and  then  pro- 
ceed to  track  that  elk,  and  we  will  get 
him  if  it  takes  all  day  "  (more  faintly) 
"unless  we  lose  his  trail.  We  will  have 
all  the  better  chance  if  we  wait  until 
after  breakfast,  because,  if  he  is  badly 
hurt  and  we  do  not  follow  him  at  once, 
he  will  be  apt  to  lie  down  somewhere 
near  by  and  we  will  not  have  so  far  to  go." 

"  Right  you  are,"  said  Johnson,  and  at 
once  proceeded  to  get  breakfast,  after 
which  we  watered  the  horses,  rolled  up 
our  bedding,  took  guns  and  knives  and 
also  the  trail.  This  was  practically  my 
first  attempt  to  trail  a  wounded  elk.  By 
being  careful  never  to  leave  one  spot  of 
blood  until  one  of  us  had  discovered  an- 
other, we  succeeded  in  keeping  on  the 
right  trail,  and  in  making  slow  but  sure 
progress.  After  proceeding  in  this  way, 
bent  over,  intently  studying  the  ground 
for  several  hundred  yards,  I  was  startled 
by  a  tremendous  plunge  in  front  of  us, 
and  there  was  the  bull  struggling  to  get 
upon  his  feet.  A  bullet  through  his 
heart  finished  him. 

Very  quickly  we  were  both  engaged 
in  cutting  off  the  horns  and  skinning  the 
head  of  this  beautiful  specimen.  While 
the  antlers  were  not  so  very  large,  hav- 
ing only  ten  points,  they  were  perfect 
in  grace  and  symmetry. 

On  the  1 8th  of  September  we  re- 
turned to  Camp  Supply,  on  the  Brim- 
stone, and  hunted  no  more  for  large 
game,  except  upon  one  day  after  bear. 


596 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


BY  tHtty\t<^  C.  pj^nnnkk 


TO  hear  an  Oregon  sportsman  ex- 
plain how  his  dog  had  trailed 
something  across  a  field,  and 
how  at  a  certain  point  two  "  Chi- 
namen "  had  broken  cover  only  to  be 
bowled  over  with  a  right  and  left,  the 
uninitiated  might  think  that  murder  had 
been  done,  but  "  Chinaman "  is  the 
sporting  term  for  the  pheasant,  and 
in  the  western  part  of  Oregon,  where 
the  picturesque  Willamette  threads  its 
hundred  miles  or  so  through  the  beau- 
tiful and  prolific  valley  of  that  name, 
they  have  pheasants.  Not  the  par- 
tridge of  our  grandfathers  (the  ruffed 
grouse),  but  true  members  of  the  first 
families  of  the  Orient. 

From  Mongolia,  a  province  of  China, 
came  the  forefathers  of  the  pheasants  of 
Oregon,  and  when  one  tries  to  dissect 
a  very  old  and  well-developed  cock  he 
will,  perhaps,  think  some  of  the  pio- 
neers yet  exist. 

Many  doubtless  know  of  the  exist- 
ence of  these  birds  in  Oregon,  and  of 
the  manner  of  their  introduction,  but 
for  those  to  whom  the  facts  are  un- 
known I  shall  offer  a  few  words  of  ex- 
planation. 

Some  twelve  or  fifteen  years  ago 
Judge  Denny,  a  loyal  citizen  of  Oregon, 
was  United  States  Consul  at  the  port  of 
Shanghai,  China. 

The  thought  suggested  itself  to  the 
Judge  that,  inasmuch  as  the  climate  of 
that  section  of  China  differed  but  little 
from  that  of  Oregon  and  pheasants 
could  be  had  in  large  numbers,  it  would 
be  a  capital  idea  to  send  some  over  to 
the  Western  world  and  liberate  them  on 
his  fine  wheat  farm  in  Yamhill  county. 


This  idea  was,  at  quite  an  expense  and 
lots  of  trouble,  eventually  carried  out. 
The  Legislature  kindly  extended  to  the 
immigrants  protection  for  a  number  of 
years,  and  now  throughout  the  length 
and  breadth  of  the  Willamette  valley 
there  are  thousands  of  these  fine  game 
birds. 

Although  several  varieties  were  im- 
ported, but  one,  the  ring-necked,  in- 
creased to  any  great  extent,  and  none 
but  this  variety  are  met  with  in  the 
field. 

Since  then  hundreds,  perhaps  thou- 
sands, of  these  birds  have  been  capt- 
ured and  sent  to  different  parts  for  the 
purpose  of  propagation. 

Providing  food  be  obtainable,  they 
are  able  to  endure  very  low  tempera- 
ture, and  I  think  I  am  safe  in  saying 
that  the  day  is  not  far  distant  when 
ring-necked  pheasant  shooting  may  be 
had  in  many  of  these  United  States. 

The  ring-necked  pheasant  is  distinct- 
ively a  bird  of  the  open  fields,  of  the 
stubble  and  short  cover. 

It  is  true  that  when  too  persistently 
hunted  he  often  seeks  shelter  in  the 
semi-open  woods  and  thickets,  but  his 
home  is  the  wheat  stubble,  the  orchard, 
the  truck  patch,  and  the  fern  cover. 

Early  in  the  open  season  the  birds  lie 
very  well  to  the  dogs,  but,  gaining  ex- 
perience with  age,  they  soon  learn  to 
use  their  legs  and  powers  of  secretion, 
as  well  as  their-  wings,  in  eluding  the 
sportsmen. 

The  first  day  of  September  marks  the 
beginning  of  the  open  season  on  pheas- 
ants, grouse,  and  quail  in  Oregon,  and 
for  two  and  a  half  months  the  birds  do 
not  lack  for  attention. 

There  is  perhaps  no  portion  of  the 
Union  where,  in  proportion  to  the  ex- 


THE  MONGOLIAN  PHEASANT  IN  OREGON. 


597 


isting-  population,  so  much  gunning-  is 
indulged  in  as  the  western  part  of  Or- 
egon. 

Grouse,  quail,  pigeons,  pheasants  and 
wild  fowl  have  for  years  swarmed  in 
this  region,  and  nearly  every  farmer's 
boy  is  a  Nimrod. 

Despite  this  seemingly  unequal  chance 
the  imported  pheasant  holds  its  own, 
although  the  blue  and  ruffed  grouse 
become  scarcer  each  year,  and  ducks  are 
by  no  means  as  plentiful  as  they  once 
were. 

One  day  last  September  the  mail 
brought  me  a  note  from  my  friend 
H ,  at  Salem,  who  wrote  that  every- 
thing had  been  arranged  toward  my 
■enjoying  a  little  shoot,  and  that  he 
would  meet  me  on  a  certain  train. 

Speeding  through  the  valley  on  the 
California  express  that  night  we  passed 
through  a  vision  of  loveliness.  Not  a 
breath  of  air  rustled  the  leaves  of  the 
fully  clothed  trees  or  ruffled  the  bosom 
of  the  river,  and  the  harvest  moon 
bathed  everything  in  its  effulgence. 
Even  the  ricks  of  weather-beaten  cord- 
wood  beside  the  track  were  metamor- 
phosed into  bars  of  silver,  and  the 
limpid,  placid  Willamette  gleamed 
through  the  trees,  a  river  of  light. 

At  the  Salem  depot  I  was  promptly 
met  by  H ,  and  after  being  intro- 
duced to  Mr.  Knight,  who  was  to  be  one 
of  our  party,  I  turned  in. 

The  hotel  clerk  was  faithful  to  his 
promise  that  I  should  not  oversleep, 
and  in  the  glare  of  Salem's  electric 
lights  I  made  my  way  to  the  rendezvous 
with  gun,  camera  and  ammunition  in 
arms. 

Breakfast    was    shortly    disposed   of, 

and   we  were  on  the  road.     H and 

Glenn  were  mounted  on  their  wheels, 
while  Knight  and  the  writer  fought  with 
two  lusty  dogs  for  our  share  of  a  buggy. 

Driving  through  the  wide  and  level 
streets  of  Salem,  we  met  two  more 
wheelmen  also  in  quest  of  a  little  shoot- 
ing. My  companions  explained  that 
several  of  the  local  sportsmen  made  a 
practice  of  frequently  riding  out  for  a 
couple  of  hours  in  the  morning,  and  that 
they  seldom  returned  without  several 
£ne  birds.  The  country  about  Salem  is 
very  level  and  the  roads  are  good. 

As  we  drove  north  the  influence  of  the 
approaching  sun's  rays  was  causing  the 
mists  to  rise  in  graceful  lines  against 
the   oak   and   fir   thickets.     The   fresh. 


cool  air  was  laden  with  the  fragrance  of 
crushed  weeds  and  shrubs,  each  in  them- 
selves perhaps  not  pleasant,  but,  com- 
mingled, a  perfume. 

We  soon  arrived  at  Knight's  farm, 
which  is  situated  on  the  shore  of  Lake 
Labish.  Lake  Labish  I  soon  learned  to 
be  a  lake  in  name  only,  for  the  waters 
have  long  been  drained,  and  the  lake  bed 
is  now  divided  up  into  the  most  produc- 
tive of  farms. 

We  were  soon  afield.  Glenn  and  his 
black  pointer  strayed  off  to  our  left, 
and  suddenly  we  heard  the  whir  of  a 
pheasant  frantically  cleaving  the  mist, 
quickly  followed  by  a  couple  of  hasty 
reports  from  Charlie's  gun. 

In  answer  to  our  question,  Glenn 
shouted  that  they  were  "  too  far." 

Knight,  with  his  white  setter  puppy, 
worked  off  into  the  haze  at  our  right, 

while    H and    I    followed   a   drain 

across  the  low  land. 

We  had  not  proceeded  far  before  Beau 
Brummel,  the  prize  dog  of  my  friend's 
kennel,  plainly  indicated  the  proximity 
of  birds.  It  was  apparent  that  the  pheas- 
ants were  running,  and  we  hastened  on 
after  the  well-broken  and  thoroughly 
posted  dog. 

Many  a  pheasant  has  Beau  hypnotized 
with  his  staring  eyes,  and  many  are  the 
birds  he  has  seen  wilt  in  mid  air  at  the 
crack  of  his  master's  weapon. 

We  worked  through  some  fern,  thistle, 
and  heavy  corn,  and  on  to  a  piece  of 
wheat  stubble.  Suddenly  Beau  straight- 
ened out  with  head  slightly  to  the  right 
on  a  stanch  point,  and  soon  a  bird  broke 
cover  only  to  be  grassed  by  a  quick  shot 
from  the  writer.  This  proved  to  be  a 
full-grown  hen  pheasant. 

Our  rapid-working  and  businesslike 
four-footed  companion  was  not  slow  in 
locating  more  game  in  this  same  piece 
of  stubble. 

The  next  bird  was  doubtless .  one  of 
the  local  sprinters,  for  we  were  led  a 
merry  chase  through  stubble,  a  weed 
patch,  up  a  shallow  drain  and  down  an- 
other. The  bird  flushed  wild  and  at 
some  distance  from  dog  or  gunners.  My 
companion  was  in  the  lead,  and  at  his 
second  shot  the  race  came  to  an  abrupt 
end. 

"Are  they  not  a  great  bird  ? "  inquired 
my  companion  as  he  mopped  his  brow 
and  reloaded.  "  I  tell  you,  the  uncer- 
tainty as  to  what  a  Mongolian  will  do 
when  discovered,  and  as  to  how  he  will 


598 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


break  cover,  are  to  me  not  the  least  of 
the  many  charms  of  a  day  afield." 

He  affirmed  that  he  had  in  his  day 
killed  hundreds  of  bob-whites,  pinnated, 
sharp-tailed,  ruffed,  and  blue  grouse, 
Oregon  and  California  quails,  but  that, 
for  cunning"  and  ability  to  outwit  the 
dog  and  his  master,  there  were  none  of 
them  "  in  it  "  with  the  beauty  from  the 
land  of  the  Mandarin. 

Soon  falling  in  with  Glenn  and  Knight 
we  crossed  over  to  another  field  that  was 
used  as  a  pasture.  While  sitting  idly 
on  the  fence  we  descried  two  pheasants 
making  their  way  along  the  ground  and 
toward  some  short  cover. 

When  they  became  lost  to  view  in  the 
weeds  we  went  over  to  do  some  harvest- 
ing. We  misjudged  the  distance,  how- 
ever, and  sent  the  dogs  into  the  wrong 
cover.  In  crossing  the  pasture,  the 
writer  doubtless  passed  within  a  few 
feet  of  the  hiding  birds,  but,  thanks  to 
their  ability  to  escape  detection,  they 
were  undiscovered. 

When  I  was  safely  out  of  gauge,  the 
old  cock  jumped  up  and  made  oflf  for 
the  timber.  Glenn  and  the  black  pointer 
located  the  other  bird,  and  a  requiem 
was  shortly  sounded.  Charlie  concluded 
that  he  would  work  off  toward  the  fir 
timber  while  we  made  our  way  up  the 
lake  and  in  the  direction  of  a  large  corn 
patch. 

Crossing  through  a  pumpkin  patch 
and  a  field  of  volunteer  barley  (ideal 
cover  for  the  birds),  we  were  disap- 
pointed in  not  meeting  with  a  feather. 
Skirting  a  large  cornfield,  the  neigh- 
borhood of  which  is  generally  the  tryst- 
ing  place  for  a  few  birds,  the  dogs 
located  a  covey,  which  became  fright- 
ened and  took  wing. 

I  was  loafing  along  in  the  rear  as 
usual,  more  intent  on  studying  the 
beauties  of  the  landscape  than  on  search- 
ing for  pheasants,  and  as  a  result  I  did 
not  get  an  opportunity  to  scatter  any 
shot.  My  companions,  however,  grassed 
a  brace  of  plump  birds. 

Down  at  this  end  of  the  "  lake"  the 
drainage  was  not  perfect,  and  we  soon 
reached  some  very  good  snipe  ground 
minus  the  snipe.  Crossing  a  piece  of 
high  land,  we  again  entered  a  stubble 
field  in  which  Beau  declared  game  was 
to  be  found.  Cautiously  trailing  the 
old  dog,  we  shortly  saw  a  small  bird  fly 
into  the  neighboring  firs. 

Beau  moved  on,  and  as  we  crossed  the 


rail  fence  and  entered  a  brushy  pasture 
we  found  ourselves  nearly  jumping  into 
a  frightened  flock  of  quail. 

"Bang!"  went  Knight's  rain-maker  and 
"crack!"  "  crack!"  from  the  other  guns. 

The  Oregon  mountain  quail  is  a 
plump  little  beauty,  somewhat  larger 
than  bob-white,  quick  as  a  shooting  star, 
and  seldom  found  outside  of  the  brush. 
As  we  made  our  way  between  the  hazel 
thickets  and  scrub  evergreens  the  birds 
continued  to  break  cover,  and  we  found 
quite  a  hot  corner  for  a  minute.  As  two 

of  the  blue  beauties  flushed  near  H 

and  the  writer,  one  of  the  little  fellows 
was  unfortunate  enough  to  catch  a  fair 
shot  from  each  gun,  and  at  the  close 
range  he  was  Hamburgered. 

Our  friend  Knight,  who  is  not  so 
young  as  he  used  to  be,  finds  these  little 
birds  a  trifle  hasty  for  his  aim.  Two  or 
three  times,  as  the  birds  made  a  plunge 
for  the  green,  did  I  see  his  trusty  gun 
go  to  his  shoulder  only  to  be  lowered  in 
disappointment  and  disgust.  I  have  a 
habit,  often  an  unfortunate  one,  of  being 
very  quick  on  the  trigger,  and  at  this 
point  I  made  a  shot  the  memory  of 
which  yet  causes  me  to  puff  up. 

He  was  searching  for  a  bird  that  had 
dropped  into  a  brush  heap,  and  I  was 
standing  at  "  parade  rest  "  on  the  other 
side  of  the  fence.  Suddenly  with  whir 
of  wings  a  straggler  came  out  of  the 
hazels,  and  as  he  went  into  the  air 
Knight  put  a  charge  of  lead  in  that 
direction. 

This  but  accelerated  the  bird's  speed, 
and  like  a  batted  ball  it  passed  directly 
over  my  head.  But  a  second  only  it 
took,  still  in  that  brief  interval  I  had 
thrown  my  gun  up,  raised  the  hammer, 
turned  around  and  let  go  at  the  vanish- 
ing blue  sphere,  and  it  came  down,  too. 

"  They're  too  quick  for  me,  boys,  too 
quick  for  me,"  quoth  Knight.  "  John 
can  get  his  Chinaman  once  in  a  while, 
but  these  blue  racers  are  just  a  little 
too  rapid." 

Over  in  the  heavy  timber  we  found 
the  air  delightfully  cool,  and  we  en- 
joyed a  quiet  stroll  and  conversation. 
An  early  frost  had  crimsoned  some  of 
the  vines  and  deciduous  trees,  and  the 
vistas  between  the  great  trunks  of  the 
firs  were  marvels  of  rustic  beauty.  Here 
and  there  the  poison  ivy  stretched  its 
now  gaudy  foliage  far  up  the  trunk  of 
a  forest  monarch.  Treacherous  indeed 
is  this  plant,  for,  at  all  times  of  beautiful 


THE  MONGOLIAN  PHEASANT  IN  OREGON. 


599 


foliage,  the  colors  taken  on  in  autumn 
doubly  invite  the  unwary  to  handle  the 
poisonous  tendrils. 

The  dogwood,  vine  maple,  blackberry, 
and  other  shrubs  and  vines  were  taking 
on  the  russet  and  crimson  and  add- 
ing not  a  little  to  the  beauty  of  the 
forest.  Lake  Labish  was,  before  the 
husbandman  coveted  the  rich  deposits 
of  decoinposed  vegetation  that  formed 
its  bed,  a 
famous  re- 
so  r  t  for 
wild  fowl. 
Knight  en- 
tertained us 
with  tales  of 
many  a 
day's  sport 
wi  th  the 
whistling 
widgeon 
and  noisy 
goose. 

Once 
again  de- 
scending 
into  the 
marshland 
we  took  our 
way  in  the 
direction  of 
the  barn. 
Moving  up 
through  a 
large  past- 
ure where 
the  grass 
erew  long, 
and 
dog 
one 
o  f  a 
while 


H 

h  i  s 

took 

side 

drain. 

Knight,  the 

writer  and 

the    white 

puppy 

looked  after 

matters  on  the  other  side  of  the  drain. 

At  our  left  grew  the  nearest  timber, 
and  we  knew  that  any  birds  which 
might  flush  would  take  that  direction. 

"  Say,  John,  what  a  joke  it  would  be 

on  H if  he  was  to  get  up  a  couple  of 

old  cocks,  miss  'em  both,  and  they  were 
to  come  over  to  us.  If  we  downed 
them  what  a  laugh  we  would  have  on 
the  old  man." 

A   few  minutes  later  and    Beau   be- 


HE    PROUDLY    HELD    IT   ALOFT. 


inof  about. 


gan  to  get  uneasy.     We  noticed  H 

quicken  his  pace  and  closely  follow  the 
dog,  which,  after  many  a  twist  and 
turn,  "  froze"  on  the  edge  of  the  ditch. 
As  his  master  walked  up  a  fine  young 
cock  jumped  into  the  air  and  flew  direct- 
ly toward  us.     Involuntarily  I  dropped 

to  the  ground,  but  H ,  fearing  that 

he  might  hit  us,  did  not  fire  on  the  in- 
stant.    As  a  result  of  the  delay  the  bird 

was  soon  at 
long  range 
from  where 
he  stood, 
and  a  1  - 
though  h  e 
put  t  w  o- 
charges  i  n 
p  u  r  s  u  i  t 
they  did  not 
kill.  My 
companion 
next  put  in 
a  shot,  and 
then  I  had 
my  turn  at 
the  rapidly 
vanishing 
cock.  It 
had  by  this 
time  simply 
pulled  the 
throttle 
wide  open, 
but  my 
second  shot 
did  the 
work,  and 
then  I 
yelled. 

Knight 
also  yelled,, 
and  then  we 
yelled  and 
whooped  in 
chorus. 

"Just 
what  we 
were  talk- 
how  we  did 
wipe  your  eye  !  Oh,  it's  a  good  thing 
you've  got  us  over  here  to  pick  'em  up 
after  you've  scared  'em  nearly  into  a 
fit." 

Thus    we    chaffed    H ,    who    said 

little,  but  thought  considerable,  and,  as- 
results  proved,  plotted  vengeance.  At 
the  barn  we  learned  that  Glenn  had 
preceded  us,  and  that  he  had  "  cached  " 
several  birds  in  the  buggy.    These,  with 


we  shouted 


<6oo 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


■our  bag,  made  the  number  of  slain  nine- 
teen, and,  as  it  was  yet  hardly  n  a.  m. 
and  we  had  hunted  leisurely,  we  voted 
the  sport  very  fair. 

Glenn  soon  strolled  up,  and,  in  an- 
swer to  our  interrogations,  said  that  he 
Jiad  killed  one  bird  since  visiting  the 
barn,  and  he  walked  over  to  the  buggy, 
into  which  he  hastily  tossed  something. 

Lunch  disposed  of,  we  took  the  birds 
out  to  photograph  them,  and  then 
learned  the  cause  of  Glenn's  stealthy 
.actions.  The  last  bird  deposited  by 
him  in  the  buggy  was  about  the  size  of 
a  robin,  and  then  what  a  shout  went  up 
at  its  appearance  ! 

"Why,    Charlie!    what's   this?"    said 

H .     "  Did  you  take  it  from  a  nest, 

■or  did  you  scare  it  to  death  ? " 

Charlie  excused  himself  with  the 
statement  that  the  bird  jumped  up  in 
the  thick  brush,  giving  him  but  a  snap 


shot,  and  that  he  thought  it  larger  until 
the  shot  left  the  gun. 

We  crossed  the  road  into  an  orchard 
and  stubble  field,  which,  after  beating 
unsuccessfully,  we  deserted  for  a  pasture 
filled  with  high  fern  and  stumps. 

The  sun  was  now  setting,  the  quiet 
air  a-quiver,  and  at  such  times  the  Mon- 
golian pheasant  seeks  the  cool  ferns  and 
heavy  corn. 

While  threading  the  mazes  of  a  hazel 
thicket  I  jumped  a  young  cock,  which 
I  missed  with  the  first,  but  dropped  with 
the  second  barrel. 

Glenn  and  Knight  were  beating  the 
other  end  of  the  field,  and  we  fre- 
quently heard  their  guns. 

Upon  again  falling  in  with  them  we 
learned  that  Glenn  had  killed  six  or 
seven  pheasants  and  a  quail  in  as  many 
minutes,  and  his  companion  had  se- 
cured a  pheasant  and  two  quails. 


BLACK    BA^ 


^HSHllNO   \n    LAi 


in^Lt 


BY  HAROLD  A.  SCOTT,  M.   D. 


A  LETTER  of  introduction  was 
handed  me  one  morning  in  ear- 
ly September,  and,  after  hastily 
glancing  it  over,  I  arose  to  meet 
the  outstretched  hand  of  the  dark- 
-eyed,  good-looking  fellow  who  presented 
it.  His  name  was  Wales,  and  the  letter 
was  from  my  old  friend  Terry. 

As  mutual  lovers  of  the  gun  and  rod, 
we  spent  little  time  in  diplomatic  over- 
tures, but  came  to  a  friendly  footing  at 
■once  ;  for,  in  that  hearty  hand-grasp 
I  recognized  a  congenial  spirit  and  a 
friendly  one. 

As  I  had  been  expecting  Terry  for 
several  days,  I  had  everything  pretty 
well  prepared  to  leave,  and  by  lunch 
time  we  were  all  fixed  for  the  start.  It 
has  always  seemed  to  me  that  there 
must  be  more  than  the  usual  amount 
■of  the  spirit  of  good  old  Izaak  Walton 
about  me,  for  I  believe  that  no  other 
man  can  take  more  extreme  pleasure  in 
even  the  bare  preliminaries  of  a  fish- 
ing trip.  My  sense  of  delight  is  just  as 
keen  now  as  it  was  years  ago,  when  I 
would  take  my  bait  (and  likely  enough 
my  lunch  also)  in  one  pocket  and  my 
fishing  tackle  in  the  other,  and  put  in 
the  day  wandering  through  the  shady 
nooks  and  quiet  mossy  bends  of  "  Plover 
Crick,  fishin'  shiners,"  in  the  days  when 


every  bass  hole  and  likely  pool,  from 
"  Rosseau's  mill  "  down  to  "  Yellow- 
banks,"  was  as  an  open  book  to  me. 

The  method  is  a  little  different  now, 
perhaps,  and  the  game  a  little  more 
scientific,  but  the  memory  of  the  old  path 
through  the  pasture  lot  dwells  with  me 
yet — the  odor  of  the  arbutus  and  violets 
still  lingers  in  my  nostrils,  and  helps  to 
bridge  over  the  years  that  intervene. 

Soon  after  lunch  we  were  on  the  road, 
even  the  mare  seeming  to  feel  the  spirit 
of  the  outing,  for  she  certainly  lifted 
her  feet  more  rapidly,  and  put  them 
further  apart  than  usual.  Wales  said  : 
"  If  your  fishing  is  as  good  as  your  horse- 
flesh, I'm  in  for  a  good  time  this  day." 

We  soon  reeled  off  the  seventeen  miles 
between  us  and  the  lake,  and  shortly 
after  two  o'clock  we  drove  into  the  yard 
of  my  old  friend  John,  who  was  just 
starting  for  the  field. 

Looking  up,  as  we  turned  at  the  gate, 
he  greeted  me  with  : 

"  Blame  it.  Doc  !  why  didn't  you  wait 
'til  next  week,  so's  I  could  go  ?  I've  just 
got  that  little  piece  back  of  the  wood 
lot  to  finish — kin  doit  easy  in  two  days." 

I  assured  him  that  we  were  coming 
out  again  the  following  week,  to  stay  for 
several  days,  and  that  he  would  get  a 
chance  then  to  show  us  the    way.     In 


BLACK  BASS  FISHING  IN  LAKE  EMILE. 


6or 


response  to  his  cordial  invitation  that  we 
"  go  right  in  an'  git  a  bite,"  we  told  him 
that  we  were  not  at  all  hungry  then, 
but  that  we  would  be  by  supper-time, 
and  that  we  had  our  mouths  all  fixed  for 
baked  bass. 

"  All  right,  boys  ;  Kate  ain't  forgot 
how  to  cook  'em,  I  guess — but,  by 
Mighty  !    I  wish  that  piece  was  done  ! " 

By  this  time  the  mare  was  stabled, 
and  we  were  busily  engaged  unlimber- 
ing  tackle,  while  John  stood  by,  gazing 
critically  at  the  outfit. 

Now,  I  don't  know  whether  or  not 
John  is  a  good  judge  of  cattle  or  grain, 
but  I  do  know  that  when  it  comes  to 
judging  guns,  dogs,  or  fishing  gear,  I'll 
back  him  against  the  field  every  time. 
Whenever  I  get  anything  new  along 
these  lines  I  am  always  a  bit  nervous 
about  it  until  it  has  passed  his  inspec- 
tion. Nor  is  his  ability  confined  to 
judging — his  execution  is  even  better 
— and  if  there  is  anything  he  can  do 
browner  and  better  than  casting  a  fly 
it  certainly  is  handling  a  double-barrel. 
I've  gone  against  him  both  ways. 

Crossing  over  to  the  landing,  we  got 
the  boat  cleared  for  action,  and  while  I 
was  getting  out  the  oars  Wales  walked 
out  to  the  end  of  the  landing,  made  a 
trial  cast  into  the  midst  of  a  bunch  of 
lily-pads,  and  instantly  my  ears  were 
greeted  by  the  scream  of  his  reel,  as 
yard  after  yard  was  torn  off  and  went 
stretching  out  into  the  water. 

"  Well,  I  guess  this  is  poor,"  muttered 
Wales,  as  he  gingerly  tried  to  stop  such 
wholesale  robbery  of  line,  and  succeeded 
in  turning  the  fish.  As  soon  as  the  drag 
was  applied  the  fish  showed,  and  he  was 
a  beauty. 

The  moment  he  felt  the  drag,  the  fish 
headed  straight  for  shore,  making,  on 
the  way,  one  or  two  leaps  that  showed 
him  to  be  what  John  would  certainly 
call  "  a  lunker." 

Now  I  don't  like  to  cut  into  any  one's 
game,  but  when  I  saw  that  fish  making 
in  that  direction  I  yelled  : 

"  Look  out,  Wales !  if  he  ever  makes 
that  hole  he's  gone — it's  plumb  full  of 
roots  and  things." 

At  that  Wales  turned  him  again,  and 
this  time  he  started  to  bore  straight  into 
the  bottom,  but  here  again  Wales  was 
too  much  for  him,  and  brought  him  to 
the  surface.  This  time  he  seemed  less 
aggressive,  and  Wales  started  to  reel 
him  in — very  carefully  and  judiciously, 


however.  It  worked  all  right  until  we 
had  him  within  a  few  yards  of  the  boat, 
when  he  seemed  to  realize  what  was 
coming,  and  there  was  a  sudden  swirl  of 
waters,  and  the  fight  was  on  again,  in 
all  its  pristine  fury.  He  rushed,  dou- 
bled, went  into  the  air  and  back  down 
again  as  far  as  he  could  get,  but,  try  as 
he  would,  he  could  not  rid  himself  of 
that  hateful  barb. 

From  the  moment  Wales  struck  until 
the  landing-net  was  applied,  it  was  any- 
body's fight,  and  more  than  once  we 
thought  we  had  lost  him,  but  Wales 
demonstrated  to  me,  there  and  then,  that 
he  knew  all  about  handling  black  bass, 
and  at  last,  though  no  bass  ever  put  up 
a  gamer  battle,  the  fish  had  to  yield. 

Now,  at  the  time  that  reel  opened  I 
was  just  leaning  over  to  pick  up  the  oars, 
and  when  I  heard  that,  I  just  naturally 
came  to  a  point  and  froze  there,  with 
the  exception  of  sundry  spasmodic  ejac- 
ulations and,  I  fear,  superfluous  admo- 
nitions. At  this  point,  however,  by  a 
strong  mental  effort,  I  pulled  myself 
together,  grabbed  the  landing-net,  and, 
as  I  lifted  the  fish,  Wales  said  : 

"  My  trip  is  paid  for,  right  now  ;  all 
the  rest  is  velvet." 

Up  at  the  house  we  weighed  him,  and 
the  mark  was  4  pounds,  11  ounces. 

Having  thus  worked  off  the  strong 
head  of  ginger,  we  were  soon  ready  to 
push  off,  and,  although  Wales  urged  ine 
to  take  the  first  cast,  I  insisted  upon 
taking  the  oars  and  allowing  him  to 
cast,  while  I  listened  with,  I  trust,  be- 
coming modesty,  to  his  fervent  eulogi- 
ums  of  the  sport  he  was  getting.  Thus 
does  virtue  ever  bring  its  own  reward. 

Taking  our  course  along  the  south 
shore  of  the  lake,  we  were  soon  cover- 
ing as  fine  water  as  any  reasonable  man 
would  want  to  see,  and  for  two  hours 
Wales  worked  fast,  taking  bass  from 
two  pounds  up  to  three  and  one-half 
pounds  in  weight,  and  every  one  of  them 
game  to  the  core.  After  this  I  took  the 
rod,  and,  by  strict  attention  to  business,, 
about  managed  to  keep  up  the  average. 

Coming  to  the  mouth  of  a  little  bay- 
ou, my  cast  was  met  by  a  savage  upward 
leap  of  a  bass,  which  failed  to  fasten. 
Casting  again  in  the  same  spot,  the  lure 
was  taken,  and  for  the  next  few  minutes 
my  hands  were  as  full  of  fish  as  they 
ever  will  be,  I  expect. 

When  he  showed,  as  he  did  many  a 
time  and  oft,  it  was  plain  to  be  seen  that^ 


6o2 


OUl^ING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


he  was  the  prize  fish  of  the  day.  I  say 
^'  plain,"  for  it  was  plain  to  me,  though 
when  I  said  as  much  to  Wales,  later  in 
the  day,  my  assertion  was  met  with  such 
a  smile  of  conscious  superiority  (doubt- 
less you  all  recognize  the  brand)  as  made 
me  register  a  mental  vow  that  I'd  land 
the  biggest  bass  next  day,  or  at  once 
and  forever  forswear  rod  and  reel  and 
go  back  to  pole  and  line. 

Well,  I  piloted  him  into  open  water, 
more,  I  fancy,  by  good  luck  than  good 
judginent,  and  once  there  it  was  give 
and  take,  with  neither  of  us  having 
much  the  best  of  it,  until,  at  the  very 
moment  of  stopping  a  vicious  rush  for 
the  grass,  I  in  some  way  fouled  the  tackle 
— and  it  was  all  off  ;  the  fish  never  hesi- 
tated, but  walked  right  into  the  weeds, 
tackle  and  all. 

Though  I  still  maintain  that,  all  things 
considered,  my  language  was  pardon- 
able and  warranted  by  circumstances, 
I  am  free  to  confess  that  I  pushed  the 
limit.  Wales  said  that  any  one  could 
have  trailed  the  boat  by  the  bluish 
haze  which  hovered  over  its  wake. 

I  sat  down  ;  no  more  fishing  for  me 
that  day,  and,  as  I  dug  up  the  pipe,  I 
looked  at  Wales  just  in  time  to  catch 
his  loving  glance  at  that  five-pound  bass 
of  his,  which  now  looked  bigger  than 
ever. 

Little  was  said  as  we  pulled  down  the 
lake  to  the  landing,  the  measured  dip 
of  the  oars  mingling  with  the  eddying 
of  the  water  past  the  stern.  The  dis- 
tant barking  of  a  fox  told  of  the  closing 
of  day  and  of  the  melting  into  the  soft- 
ness of  twilight.  Even  my  disappointed 
sense  was  not  proof  against  these  sooth- 
ing influences,  and  by  the  time  we 
reached  the  landing  I  could  even  look, 
without  envy,  at  that  five-pounder. 

At  the  landing  John  was  waiting  for 
US,  and  hastened  to  help  us  out  with  our 
string,  after  which  we  went  up  to  the 
house  and  had  that  long-wished-for 
baked  bass.     Wales  said  it  was  great. 

That  night  we  sat  out  in  the  yard  and 
swapped  stories — not  to  use  a  stronger 
word  —  until  nine  o'clock,  when  we 
turned  in,  to  be  ready  to  start  in  good 
season  next  morning. 

Somewhat  sooner  than  I  really  ex- 
pected, although  I've  known  John  for 
some  years,  he  routed  us  out,  and,  after 
a  moment  at  coffee,  we  started  down 
for  the  morning  fishing. 

The  lake  was  clear  and  placid,  with  a 


thin  haze  hanging  in  places,  and  as  we 
pushed  off  we  watched  the  ripple  from 
the  boat  spread  and  widen  until  it  lost 
itself  in  the  mirror-like  surface.  Here 
and  there  the  fry  were  rising,  and  once 
in  a  while  a  bass  would  make  a  scatter- 
ing among  them,  but  on  the  whole  the 
morning  was  unproinising.  We  drifted 
a  bit,  and  I  guess  I  dreamed. 

How  pleasant  it  is,  to  a  man  who  is, 
for  the  most  part,  immured  in  an  office, 
to  sit,  with  a  rod  or  gun  in  his  lap,  and 
listen  to  day  awakening  in  the  woods  or 
afield  ;  to  hear,  in  a  dim,  uncertain  way, 
the  twittering  of  the  birds,  and  feel  the 
soft  morning  breeze  fanning  your  cheek 
and  making  you  wish  for  dozens  of  pairs 
of  lungs,  that  you  might  fill  them  all. 
Overhead  a  kingfisher  sprung  his  merry 
rattle,  and  my  break-o'-day  dream  was 
ended.  As  though  he  had  sought  to 
warn  us  to  profit  by  his  own  industrious 
example  and  get  to  work,  the  smooth 
surface  of  the  lake  was  now  broken,  and 
the  breeze  came.  The  fish  were  rising 
now,  and  seemed  greedy  for  the  fly — so 
greedy  that  I  did  not  notice  the  flight 
of  time,  and  if  Wales  did  he  bore  it  like 
a  Spartan,  for  the  first  I  knew  I  had 
been  casting  for  two  and  a  half  hours, 
with  the  net  result  of  nineteen  bass, 
after  putting  back  several  which  would 
not  reach  the  two-pound  mark. 

Wales  now  took  the  rod,  and  I  warned 
him  that  his  work  was  cut  out  for  him, 
for  I  was  going  to  put  him  into  the  very 
heart  of  bassdom.  He  vowed  I  couldn't 
lose  him,  and  I  didn't,  but  I  called  into 
play  all  the  bass  lore  of  that  lake,  which 
John  had  painfully  instilled  into  my 
brain  during  several  seasons  of  fishing, 
and  for  two  hours  and  a  half  Wales  had 
"  fishin'  as  was  fishin',"  and  he  never 
lost  a  fin. 

We  were  not  potting  fish,  nor  are  we 
hoggish,  but  that  morning  we  did  take 
all  that  was  coming  to  us,  and  at  that 
we  pulled  back  to  the  landing  over  acres 
and  acres  of  bass  that  were  just  wait- 
ing for  us,  but,  alas  and  alack  !  we  had 
enough. 

To  this  day  Wales  swears  by  that  lit- 
tle lake  as  the  standard  by  which  to 
measure  all  bass  lakes,  and  by  that  day 
as  the  starting-point  of  his  career.  As 
for  me — well,  I  didn't  get  my  five- 
pounder,  but,  with  the  frailty  of  man- 
kind, I  am  still,  in  my  crude  but  enthu- 
siastic way,  using  the  same  old  rod,  but, 
needless  to  say,  some  newer  tackle. 


HOW  SWOROFESH   HH.m    CpiUQHT. 


BY    PELEG'S    GUEST. 


IT  was  on  the  quay  at  Stonington, 
Conn.,  that  I  met  my  sea  friend, 
Peleg  S.  Chawner,  early  on  a  Sep- 
tember morning-.  The  rain  was  pelt- 
ing down.  I  was  catching  eels,  which 
were  biting  well;  and  moored  to  the  dock 
was  the  fishing  schooner  Saucy  Sail,  a 
craft  about  fifty  feet  long,  old  and  weath- 
er-beaten, with  grimy,  greasy  decks,  and 
an  ancient  fishlike  smell  exuding  from 
her  hull  generally.  Of  this  gallant  craft 
Peleg  was  skipper.  We  had  formed  a 
nodding  acquaintance  with  each  other 
through  meeting  on  the  waterfront,  and 
his  picturesque  appearance  had  many 
charms  for  me. 

He  had  long,  shaggy  hair  and  resplen- 
dent whiskers  of  auburn  hue,  that  finely 
fringed  his  sun-tanned  face.  He  had 
the  regular  "  shell  back  "  of  the  sailor. 
If  you  had  peeled  off  his  garments  and 
fitted  him  out  with  a  trident,  he  might 
well  have  posed  for  Neptune,  being  so 
physically  constituted  as  to  be  able  to 
give  points  to  the  ordinary  professional 
nautical  model. 

And  there  he  stood  on  the  quay,  a 
sou'wester  on  his  thickly  thatched  pate, 
from  which  the  heavy  morning  shower 
dripped  over  his  yellow  oilers  and  his 
great  sea-boots  of  horsehide.  Presently 
he  jumped  on  the  deck  of  his  boat,  and, 
after  looking  at  me  with  much  interest, 
as  if  I  were  some  queer  fishy  specimen 
he  had  never  seen  before,  he  hailed  me 
with  a  voice  thick  and  hoarse  as  a  fog- 
horn : 

"  Ahoy  there  !  you  pale-faced  New 
Yorker,  jump  aboard  and  come  with  me 
for  a  cruise.  We're  bound  out  after 
swordfish." 

I  gladly  accepted  Captain  Peleg's  in- 
vitation, and,  after  buying  a  few  cabin 
stores  at  a  neighboring  ship-chandler's, 
I  embarked  on  the  old  craft  ;  and  under 
a  double-reefed  mainsail  and  storm  fore- 
sail we  sailed  out  of  the  harbor,  passed 
by  the  breakwater  and  out  by  Watch 
Hill  to  sea.  Our  destination  was  along 
the  shore  of  Block  Island,  a  favorite  re- 
sort or  rendezvous  of  swordfish  during 
July,  August  and  September. 

Before  we  had  been  out  an  hour  the 
wind  shifted  from  southeast  to  south- 
west, the  rain  ceased  and  the  sun  shone. 


drying  the  wet  decks  and  soaking  sails. 
We  shook  out  our  reefs  to  the  merry 
little  breeze  and  bowled  along  speedily 
through  the  sparkling  water. 

The  ship's  company  consisted  of  Skip- 
per Peleg,  the  mate,  Theodore,  and 
Toby,  a  boy  of  fourteen,  who  acted  as 
cook  and  general  factotum.  The  cabin 
was  a  comfortable  snuggery,  with  four 
bunks  ;  and  the  forward  bulkhead  con- 
tained shelves  and  lockers,  in  which  were 
neatly  stowed  the  modest  provisions  for 
the  crew,  salt  pork,  beans,  hard  tack, 
molasses  and  coffee,  also  a  kettle,  frying 
pan  and  other  kitchen  utensils.  Whether 
it  was  the  skilled  cookery  of  Toby  or 
the  salt  strong  air  that  gave  us  an  appe- 
tite, I  know  not,  but  we  dined  well 
on  a  big  bluefish,  caught,  half  an  hour 
before  he  was  eaten,  by  the  skipper,  who 
never  failed  to  troll  a  line  astern  when 
under  way,  thus  combining  thrift  and 
sport. 

While  enjoying  a  hearty  meal,  that  old 
sea-dog,  Peleg,  discoursed  knowingly  of 
the  habits  of  the  swordfish,  which  he 
had  observed  carefully  for  more  than  a 
quarter  of  a  century.  He  had  never 
seen  a  young  fish  of  the  species,  nor 
■  had  he  ever  fallen  in  with  anybody  who 
had.  The  swordfish  appears  in  large 
numbers  in  the  waters  near  Block  Island 
about  July  ist,  and  disappears  suddenly 
in  the  last  week  in  September.  Where 
does  he  come  from,  and  whither  does 
he  go  ?  This  is  a  problem  that  has 
puzzled  many  fish  experts  as  well  as 
fishermen. 

Peleg  told  of  dories  pierced  by  the 
fish's  sharp,  formidable  weapon,  of  the 
sides  of  seagoing  vessels  that  its  keen 
point  had  penetrated,  but  he  declared 
that  the  fish  never  uses  its  sword  in  the 
pursuit  of  its  prey,  as  so  many  natural- 
ists avow. 

"  I  was  down  to  Boston  oncet,"  he 
said,  "  and  I  went  to  hear  a  lecture  on 
swordfish  by  a  white-headed  old  chap  in 
specs  and  a  clawhammer  coat.  He  was 
old  enough  to  know  better,  but  he  up 
and  told  a  room  full  of  'spectable  people 
that  swordfishes  uses  thar  weepons  to 
go  on  the  ram-page  among  schools  of 
herrin',  mack'rel,  and  bluefish.  Now, 
that's  all  tommyrot.     If  so  be  as  wot  he 


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says  is  true,  how  is  it  we  never  finds 
any  pieces  of  herrin'  or  other  fish  in  'em 
when  we  comes  to  cut  'em  open  ?  Now, 
I've  been  killin'  swordfish  ever  since  I 
was  knee-high  to  a  dory,  and  I  never 
found  anything  but  jellyfish,  squid,  and 
small  fry  in  their  innards." 

After  dinner  the  shaggy  old  skipper 
lighted  his  pipe,  and  going  on  deck  ex- 
hibited the  tools  of  his  trade.  The 
apparatus  for  capturing  swordfish  is 
rude  but  effective.  Out  at  the  end  of 
the  bowsprit  an  iron  framework  is 
erected  called  the  "  pulpit,"  from  which 
is  suspended  a  boatswain's  chair.  In 
this  sits  the  harpooner  with  his  "  iron  " 
in  his  hand.  The  harpoon  proper  is 
made  fast  to  a  small  but  strong  line 
one  hundred  fathoms  long,  neatly  coiled 
down  in  a  tub  so  as  to  be  clear  for  run- 
ning. The  other  end  of  this  line  is  se- 
cured to' a  small  barrel.  A  lookout  is 
stationed  in  the  crow's-nest  at  the  fore- 
mast head. 

When  a  fish  is  struck  the  pole  of  the 
harpoon,  which  is  usually  ten  or  twelve 
feet  long,  becomes  detached  from  the 
iron.  The  fish,  as  soon  as  it  feels  the 
sting  of  the  point,  darts  off  at  double- 
quick  time.  The  line  flies  rapidly  out 
of  the  tub,  and  the  barrel  to  which  the 
end  of  the  line  is  attached  is  thrown 
overboard.  It  acts  as  a  float,  and  the 
man  at  the  masthead  keeps  his  eye  on 
it,  and  directs  the  helmsman  how  to 
steer  in  its  wake.  The  schooner  follows 
it.  If  the  fish  is  badly  wounded  it  soon 
succumbs.  This  is  indicated  by  the 
barrel  resting  almost  motionless  on  the 
surface  of  the  sea.  Then  is  the  time  to 
run  up  to  the  barrel,  heave  the  dory  over 
the  side,  man  it  with  two  hands,  haul 
the  barrel  aboard  and  pull  in  on  the 
line. 

As  the  line  tautens,  the  fish  often  in- 
dulges in  vigorous  contortions  and  strug- 
gles, and  has  been  known  to  tow  a  dory 
a  considerable  distance;  but,  as  a  rule, 
the  capture  is  not  difficult,  for  your 
New  Englander  is  both  muscular  and 
expert,  and  his  iron  generally  reaches  a 
vital  spot. 

After  the  fish  is  hauled  up  to  the  dory 
he  is  dispatched  with  a  sharp  lance. 
Then  he  is  towed  alongside  the  schooner 
and  is  hoisted  on  deck. 

For  several  hours  the  Saucy  Sail 
cruised  about,  but  never  a  fish  was 
sighted,  although  Theodore  kept  a 
bright     lookout   from    aloft.      Captain 


Peleg  Chawner  ever  and  anon  glanced 
somewhat  reproachfully  at  me,  as  I 
thought,  as  though  I  was  responsible 
for  his  bad  luck.  At  one  time  I  thought 
my  name  was  Jonah,  and  cast  my  eye 
to  windward  and  to  leeward  in  search  of 
a  hospitable  whale,  but  there  wasn't  one 
in  sight. 

Presently  I  was  aroused  from  my  con- 
templation of  the  horizon  by  the  hoarse 
and  excited  cry  of  Theodore,  the  mate, 
from  his  lofty  perch  : 

"  Fish  broad  on  the  lee  beam,  and  a 
big  one  at  that !  " 

"  Keep  her  away  !  "  shouted  the  skip- 
per, as  he  let  go  the  mainsheet  by  the 
run  ;  "  hard  up  with  the  helm,  you 
young  lubber,  or  I'll  bring  you  up  with 
a  round  turn."  This  to  the  boy  Toby, 
who  was  steering. 

In  an  instant  Captain  Peleg  was  out 
at  the  bowsprit  end,  hanging  on  by 
nothing  in  particular  and  firmly  grip- 
ping his  harpoon. 

"  I  see  him  !  "  he  yelled;  '*  he's  right 
ahead  ;  steady  as  you  go,  Toby,  you 
beauty." 

By  this  time  I,  too,  could  see  the  fish 
plainly,  with  its  large  dorsal  fin  above 
the  water.  It  was  motionless,  appar- 
ently taking  an  afternoon  nap,  proba- 
bly after  a  huge  meal  of  jellyfish  The- 
odore jumped  down  from  aloft  and  stood 
by  the  barrel.  Slowly  and  deliberately 
the  schooner  approached  her  prey.  The 
skipper  clenched  his  teeth  and  got  a 
new  grip  on  his  weapon. 

"  Starboard  your  helm  a  bit !  "  cried  he 
to  Toby,  and  just  as  the  end  of  the 
bowsprit  got  over  the  fish  he  drove  his 
dart  with  great  force  into  the  back  of 
the  basking  monster.  With  a  jump  and 
a  splash  the  stricken  fish  sped  away,  the 
line  flying  out  of  the  tub  with  amazing 
velocity.  Theodore  hove  the  barrel 
overboard  just  in  the  nick  of  time,  and 
then  climbed  aloft  to  his  perch  at  the 
masthead. 

"  Keep  your  weather  eye  on  the  bar- 
rel, Theodore  !  "  shouted  Peleg. 

"Aye,  aye.  Cap!  I've  got  her,"  was 
the  cheery  response. 

The  Saucy  Sail  followed  the  barrel 
for  perhaps  a  quarter  of  an  hour,  though 
to  me  it  seemed  miich  longer.  At 
length  the  tugging  on  the  line  grew 
feebler.  The  fish  was  evidently  exhaust- 
ed. Theodore  hopped  down  from  aloft. 
In  the  twinkling  of  an  eye  the  dory  was 
overboard,  Peleg  and  Theodore  were  in 


HOW  SWORDFISH  ARE   CAUGHT. 


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it,  and  a  few  strokes  of  the  oars  brought 
the  barrel  alongside.  It  was  taken  into 
the  boat,  and  then  the  skipper  and  the 
mate  hauled  away  vigorously  on  the 
line,  and  pulled  the  fish  to  the  dory. 
He  was  indeed  a  big  fellow,  and  when 


his  head  cut  off,  and  his  carcass  lowered 
into  the  hold,  where  it  was  covered  with 
ice.  When  got  ashore  he  was  weighed, 
and  he  tipped  the  beam  at  500  pounds. 
I  examined  his  mouth.  It  was  as  free 
from  teeth  as  that  of  an  unweaned  babe. 


I    SEE   HIM  !    he's    right   AHEAD  .'  "      (/>.    604.) 


he  was  towed  to  the  schooner  he  was 
dead  as  mutton. 

A  tackle  was  hooked  onto  a  strap 
round  his  tail,  and  he  was  hoisted  in- 
board in  triumph.  The  iron  was  cut 
out  of  his  flesh.     He  was  disemboweled. 


Naturalists  will  tell  you  that  the  whole 
dental  arrangement  exists  there  in  rudi- 
mentary form,  but  so  far  as  I  can  learn 
no  swordfish  has  ever  yet  been  har- 
pooned that  had  attained  to  the  dignity 
of  cutting  its  teeth. 


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IN   WefT   VKOINIIA 


BY  B.  W.  MITCHELU 


WE  were  to  break  camp  the  next 
day  and  everybody  felt  glum, 
the  more  so  since  that  tyrannical 
ogre,  Business,  was  breaking  it 
up  a  full  two  weeks  too  soon.  So  I  went 
to  my  bunk  fully  resolved  to  rise  early 
and  enjoy  a  last  bout  with  the  squirrels. 
About  one  o'clock  the  steady  patter  of 
rain  on  the  fly  of  our  canvas  home 
seemed  to  forbid  even  that  consolation  ; 
but  as  the  dim  gray  dawn  came  the  rain 
ceased,  and  I  determined  to  take  the  last 
chance. 

A  hasty  jump  into  my  clothes,  a  stum- 
ble over  a  sleeping  form,  an  enraged 
grunt,  and  I  was  in  the  open  air.  Snatch- 
ing a  crust  of  bread  and  making  sure  of 
a  kola  nut  in  my  pocket,  I  sprang  into 
my  boat  and  was  off  across  the  beautiful 
clear  South  Branch,  bound  three  miles 
down  along  the  mountain's  base,  where 
I  knew  a  luxuriant  hickory  grove  formed 
a  favorite  resort  for  the  frisky  squirrels. 

The  little  rascals  !  They  were  just 
then — early  September — beginning  to 
"  cut "  on  the  hickories,  and  I  felt  sure 
of  meeting  them.  Landing,  I  plunged 
through  a  dripping  bottom  of  rankly 
growing  tall  weeds  toward  the  foot  of 
the  mountain.  A  leaden  light  per- 
meated the  misty  gloom.  Overhead 
troops,  battalions,  regiments  of  fleecy 
skurrying  cloud-fragments  covered  the 
sky  like  ghostly  squadrons  of  flying  cav- 
alry. The  heavily  timbered  mountain 
crests  loomed  above  me  ;  in  the  hollows 
lay  dense  banks  of  white  fog,  like  gla- 
ciers sending  their  icy  streams  down 
from  the  heights.  It  was  a  forbidding 
day,  but  I  walked  rapidly  on. 

Crossing  a  wide   meadow-stretch    of 


thin  wiry  grass,  I  saw  before  me  two- 
huge  thistle  plants,  in  line  with  me  and 
a  few  feet  to  the  left  of  my  course. 
Now,  thistle  plants  are  by  no  means  ter- 
rifying things,  so  no  pains  were  taken 
to  avoid  them.  Arriving  opposite  them 
and  about  eight  feet  distant,  an  evil 
genius  prompted  me  to  look  toward 
them.  What  is  that  study  in  black  and 
white  ?  Heavens !  There,  right  be- 
tween the  thistles,  with  head  down  al- 
most pressing  the  nose  against  the  earth,, 
body  rising  in  a  gradual  slope  to  the 
elevated  hips,  supported  by  hind  legs, 
stretched  to  fullest  extension,  and  over 
all  a  luxuriantly  bushy,  terrible  tail 
cocked  high  in  the  air  like  a  banner 
waved  defiantly  aloft,  was  the  largest 
polecat  I  ever  had  the  ill  luck  to  meet. 

His  black,  beady  eyes  gleamed  wick- 
edly at  me.  I  cannot  say  how  I  should 
feel  in  the  presence  of  lion,  tiger,  or 
grizzly,  but  I  own  right  up  to  being 
scared  all  through  by  a  wood's  pussy. 
The  terrible  stench  affects  me  at  close 
range  as  would  a  violent  emetic,  and  I 
had  far  rather  face  a  real  danger  than 
this  olfactory  one.  So,  as  I  took  in  all 
this  tail  and  detail  in  one  swift,  horror- 
stricken  glance,  I  made  a  mighty  spring 
to  get  out  of  range  of  his  artillery.  The 
ground  was  soaked  and  oozing  ;  so  were 
my  shoes.  A  quick  jump  at  right  an- 
gles to  a  rapid  walk  is  never  wholly  safe 
nor  steady  ;  and  just  here,  where  safety 
and  steadiness  were  imperative,  both 
feet  flew  beyond  control,  and  I  was  pros- 
trate on  my  face  before  //. 

They  tell  of  the  past  rising  before 
drowning  men.  Ten  thousand  things, 
it  seemed,  flashed  before  my  mind  as  I 


Painted  for  Outing  by  James  L.  Weston. 

"I  SAT  DOWN  AND  SCANNED  THE  TREE-TOPS."    (p.boS.-) 


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executed  this  change  of  base  ;  but  dom- 
inating all,  with  awful  vividness,  I  saw 
myself  sneaking  into  camp  in  humilia- 
tion— and  nothing  else — and  heard  the 
mocking  gibes  of  m.y  companions.  Pos- 
sibly I  was  prostrate  the  tenth  part  of  a 
second  awaiting  the  crack  o'  doom,  but 
it  didn't  materialize.  Whether  the  beast 
was  so  utterly  amazed  at  my  antics 
that  he  forgot  what  he  was  there  for,  or 
whether  he  took  my  attitude  for  an  act 
of  adoration  and  so  showed  mercy,  will 
ncA^er  be  known.  At  all  events,  he  kept 
the  peace.  I  scrambled — or  bounced — 
to  my  feet  some  way,  fled  to  a  safe  dis- 
tance and  quickly  fired.  Must  I  confess 
it  ?  Yes,  I  will  ;  I'll  make  a  clean  breast 
of  it.  I  was  so  utterly  rattled  that  I 
missed  him,  big  as  he  was,  and  the  whole 
charge,  plunging  into  the  ground  before 
him,  threw  mud,  grass  and  roots  all  over 
him.  Why  he  did  not  then  and  there 
perfume  the  misty  atmosphere  is  be- 
yond comprehension  ;  but  he  started  to 
amble  off,  and  the  next  barrel  ended  the 
episode. 

I  soon  reached  the  hickory  grove 
along  the  base  and  lower  slope  of  the 
tnountain,  and  it  was  now  light  enough 
to  begin  operations.  I  had  expected 
some  trouble  from  the  wet  foliage,  but 
I  was  not  prepared  for  the  perfect  fusil- 
lade of  drops  that  rattled  down  from 
every  leaf.  It  came  from  near  and  from 
far,  and  resounded  through  the  whole 
wood.  Hunting  by  ear  was  out  of  the 
question  ;  one  could  not  have  heard  a 
bear  in  the  brush,  much  less  the  cutting 
of  squirrels  and  the  rain  of  nut  shells  on 
the  ground.  Disheartened,  I  was 
tempted  to  return  to  camp  ;  but  I  sat 
down  and  scanned  the  tree  tops.  Squir- 
rels had  been  here,  for  the  ground  was 
covered  with  cuttings.  I  had  judged 
rightly :  it  was  their  "  usin'  place,"  as 
the  darkies  say. 

Long  and  vainly  I  waited  ;  my  avail- 
able time  was  nearly  gone  and  I  men- 
tally chalked  up  a  failure.  At  last, 
however,  I  was  rewarded  by  seeing  the 
graceful  leap  of  a  squirrel  in  the  dis- 
tance. Cautiously  I  stalked  him,  but 
he  saw  me  and  was  off  with  a  derisive 
whisk  of  his  brush.  Clearly,  the  moun- 
tain could  not  go  to  Mahomet.  I  ef- 
faced myself  against  a  tree-trunk  and 
waited.  Presently  a  big  tawny  fox 
squirrel  leaped  from  one  branch  to  an- 
other and  vanished.  He  was  in  a  cer- 
tain   tree   and    I   knew   it.      I    slipped 


around  my  concealing  trunk  and  just 
climbed  that  tree  with  my  eyes,  follow- 
ing out  every  little  branch.  At  last  I 
espied  a  brownish  patch  on  a  slender 
limb.  It  was  too  large  for  a  knot  ;  I 
fired  and  down  he  came. 

The  ice  was  broken.  A  fox  squirrel  to 
open  with  seemed  lucky ;  if  I  didn't 
get  many,  they  would  be  big  fellows. 
Patiently  I  waited,  and  the  morning 
wore  on.  It  was  almost  time  to  go  back 
to  cam.p  and  pack,  and  I  was  sad  at 
heart  to  think  of  leaving  these  superb 
woods  and  mountains  and  the  free,  joy- 
ous life  so  close  to  nature.  My  reflec- 
tions were  cut  short  by  a  gray  furry 
fluff  skipping  over  the  leaves  to  a  favor- 
ite breakfast  tree.  I  doubled  him  up, 
and  at  the  shot  the  grove  seemed  alive 
with  leaping,  bounding,  terrified  squir- 
rels, darting  like  gray  and  tawny  streaks 
from  branch  to  branch,  from  tree-top  to 
tree-top,  in  mad  haste.  They  had  come 
in  all  about  me  and  had  been  quietly 
feeding,  but  owing  to  the  incessant  pat- 
ter of  the  drops  I  had  not  been  able  to 
hear  them. 

Then  followed  a  brief  half  hour  of 
such  squirrel  shooting  as  I  have  never 
enjoyed.  All  my  shots  were  running 
ones  ;  fast  as  I  could  thrust  in  the  car- 
tridges, I  caught  a  swift  snap  shot  at  a 
leaping  squirrel  among  the  tree  crowns. 
At  one  time  I  had  five  lying  on  the 
ground  without  having  had  time  to 
pick  one  up.  I  ran  with  the  lively  lit- 
tle rascals,  careless  of  my  steps,  my  eyes 
on  the  trees  above  me,  stumbling  over 
broken  limb  and  tangle  of  brier,  loading 
and  firing  as  I  ran  and  fairly  laughing 
aloud  in  the  excitement  of  the  sport. 
The  ordinary  stillness  and  caution  of 
squirrel  hunting  had  been  rendered  use- 
less by  the  rain  ;  it  was  now  the  open 
pursuit  of  fleeing  game  in  sight.  In  one 
exhilarating  half  hour  I  grassed  four- 
teen— nine  grays,  four  foxes  and  one  red. 

By  that  time  the  sun  was  blazing 
through  the  dissipated  fogs  ;  the  squir- 
rels had  scattered,  and  my  time  was 
used  up.  I  have  never  seen  squirrels  in 
such  numbers,  and  had  the  morning 
been  dry  and  quiet,  allowing  me  to  hunt 
by  ear,  I  am  sure  that  thirty  would  have 
been  a  small  estimate  for  the  bag.  But 
fourteen  were  enough  to  lug  over  three 
hot  miles.  A  yell  of  congratulation 
greeted  my  return  ;  the  inevitable  cain- 
■era  was  snapped,  and  I  turned  in  to 
packing  camp  stuff  like  a  galley  slave. 


FUFTY=©^{ie=F©©TE!Rc 


BY  A.  J.  KENEALY. 


THE    bell  on   the    PJiantoui    was  striking    eight    as  the  gig- 
rounded  her  graceful  stern  and  brought  up  at  the  star- 
board gangway.      The    cutter   had   been    completely 
"skinned"  for  the  fray,  as  she  was  to  compete  for  a 
valuable  prize  offered  by  the  club.     Everything  had  been 
taken  ashore  that  the  racing  rules  permitted,  including 
books,  cabin    fittings,  the    cooking  stove,  deck    scrub- 
bers, buckets   and   brooms,  mops,  and   other  impedi- 
menta comprised  in  the  equipment  of  a  properly 
fitted  yacht.     The  cabin  was    bare — "  cleared    for 
action,"  as  the  owner  observed. 

''  All  you  will  get  to  eat  to-day  won't  trouble 
your  digestive'  organs,"  he  continued.     "  The 
steward  has  made  a  box  of  corned  beef  sana- 
wiches,  and  that  will  be  our  plain  and  sim- 
ple fare,  with  a  toothful  of  grog  to  wash 
the    grub   down,    and    a   pipe    to    settle 
everything.        To-day    all    hands    fare 
alike,  forward  and  aft,  for  we  shall  have 
no  time  to  waste  in  devouring  luxurious 
kickshaws.     We  must  win  that  cup." 

From  the  critical  view  of  an  expert 
yachtsman,  everything  was  in  ship-shap'  • 
fashion  for  the  race.  There  wasn't  an 
ounce  of  superfluous  weight  aboar:'. 
The  very  crew  seemed  to  be  character- 
istic of  the  vital  elements  of  the  vessel, 
namely,  strength  and  lightness.  Their 
muscular  agility  was  displayed  to  ad- 
vantage a  few  moments  later,  when, 
manning  the  throat  and  peak  halyards, 
they  spread  the  superb  mainsail  to  woo 
the  wind,  which,  at  this  time,  wasn't 
particularly  strong.  I  noticed  that  the 
skipper  did  not  "  sweat  up "  the  hal- 
yards too  taut,  but  prudently  reserved 
that  process  for  a  few  minutes  before 
weighing  anchor,  allowing  the  soft, 
warm  breeze  to  expend  its  influence  on 
the  sail  and  stretch  it  evenly  and  gently 
before  the  final  pull  was  given. 

The  skipper  sent  the  mate  aloft  to 
pass  a  preventer  lashing  round  the  gaff 
and  masthead,  so  as  to  be  prepared  for 
the  unfortunate  contingency  of  the  part- 
ing of  the  throat  halyards.  This  is  a 
precaution  seldom  taken,  but  Captain 
Marlin's  custom  is  to  take  no  risks,  and 
to  be  ready  for  every  possible  mishap. 
Judging  from  the  appearance  of  the  sky 
at  that  time,  it  did  not  seem  probable 
that  the  halyards  were  to  be  subjected 


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to  any  heavy  strain  ;  but  the  weather 
cannot  be  relied  upon,  and  the  carrying 
away  of  the  throat  halyards  has  lost 
many  a  race  which  a  preventer  might 
have  saved. 

The  club-topsail  was  handled  next,  in 
seamanlike  style.  It  is  a  difficult  sail 
to  set  properly  at  any  time,  and,  when 
spread  or  dowsed  in  a  fine  sailing 
breeze,  has  made  many  a  lubber  use 
strong  language.  This  particular  piece 
of  duck  was  mast-headed  cleverlv  and 
silently,  as  is  always  the  case  in  a  yacnt 
commanded  by  an  able  skipper  and 
manned  by  a  competent  crew. 

Speculations  are  indulged  in  as  to  the 
outlook.  Yachts  about  to  compete  in 
other  classes  are  criticised,  and  many 
sage  observations,  made  by  the  sailors 
concerning  wind  and  weather,  find  their 
way  aft  to  the  quarter-deck,  where  the 
owner  and  his  amateur  tars  are  smoking 
their  pipes  and  discussing  and  prognos- 
ticating the  coming  events  of  the  dav. 


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The  parting  drag  is  given  to  the  hal- 
yards, the  head-sails  are  made  ready, 
and  the  anchor  is  hove  short. 

It  is  half  an  hour  before  the  time  an- 
nounced for  the  start,  and  we  know  that 
the  Chairman  of  the  Race  Committee  is 
no  trifler  and  that  the  preparatory  gun 
will  be  fired  sharp  at  the  hour  ap- 
pointed. The  outlook  is  promising.  A 
fine  sou'wester  blows,  ruffling  the  blue 
waters  of  the  bay  and  making  the  small 
craft  dance  to  the  merry  music  of  wind 
and  wave.  There  is  a  goodly  fleet  at 
anchor  and  a  large  throng  of  visitors 
is  seen  on  the  veranda  of  the  club-house, 
on  the  green  lawn  that  almost  kisses 
the  water's  edge,  and  on  the  float,  which 
is  nearly  surrounded  by  steam  and 
naphtha  launches,  gigs,  dinghies  and 
other  tenders.  From  a  look  aloft  at  the 
fleecy  clouds  and  straggling  mares'  tails 
that  sail  along  in  the  cerulean  sky,  the 
breeze  shows  every  sign  of  freshening  as 
the  day  grows  older  ;  and  the  inevitable 
weather  prophets,  one  or  two  of  whom 
can  be  found  in  every  yacht's  crew, 
talk  sagely  of  single  reefs  and  coming 
squalls. 

Our  yacht  is  a  down-to-date  51-footer, 
fitted  with  all  modern  appliances  for 
the  winning  of  cups,  including  a  fin 
keel  that  would  scrape  the  bottom  at 
a  depth  of  more  than  ten  feet,  and 
frightens  many  a  flounder  from  his  feed- 
ing grounds.  Witch-like  she  looks,  as 
she  tags  at  her  anchor  eager  to  be  off. 
Everything  alow  and  aloft  is  taut  and 
trim.  Her  standing  rigging  is  set  up 
as  tight  as  bars  of  steel.  Not  a  wrinkle 
shows  in  her  well-cut  mainsail,  set  just 
as  it  ought  to  be,  with  no  abnormal 
strains  visible  in  throat,  peak  or  after 
leech,  and  not  a  symptom  of  bagginess 
in  the  whole  symmetry  of  the  sail. 
Above  this  the  huge  club-topsail  is 
spread,  stretching  ambitiously  skyward, 
and  this,  too,  is  a  choice  example  of  the 
sailmaker's  skill.  The  head-sails  are 
ready  for  hoisting.  The  big  jib-topsail 
is  set  in  stops  ready  for  breaking  out  as 
we  cross  the  line,  for  the  first  leg  of  the 
triangular  course  is  a  reach  with  the 
wind  abeam,  and  we  shall  have  to  carry 
on  sail  like  a  China  clipper  to  get  to  the 
first  mark  before  our  antagonist,  the 
Ghost,  whose  best  sailing  point  is  reach- 
ing or  running. 

Our  bo^t,  the  Phantom,  though  built 
from  the  same  design  as  the  Ghost  and 
carrying  the  same  amount  of  sail,  is  the 


better  at  beating  to  windward.  Once 
get  her  sheets  trimined  in  close-hauled 
to  a  breeze,  and  she  will  look  up  as  high 
as  any  yacht  afloat,  and,  what  is  more, 
you  can  rely  on  the  saucy  jade  to  fetch 
and  weather  any  mark  she  points  for. 

The  Ghost,  though  phenomenally  fast 
with  the  wind  free,  is  not  quite  so  good 
at  windward  work  as  we  are,  judging 
from  her  behavior  in  four  former  races, 
when  we  have  given  her  a  good  dusting 
with  the  breeze  dead  in  her  teeth.  But 
once  get  the  Ghost  a-going  with  the 
w4nd  anywhere  from  abeam  to  right  aft, 
and  the  way  she  slides  through  the  sea 
is  exasperating  to  her  opponents  on  the 
Phantom,  who  have  often  had  to  con- 
template with  annoyed  admiration  the 
shapely  contour  of  the  beauty's  counter. 

Who  can  satisfactorily  account  for  the 
dift'erence  in  the  speed  of  the  two  boats  ? 
They  are  like  shoes  made  from  the  same 
last,  of  the  same  material  and  finish. 
Why  is  it  that  one  boat  beats  to  wind- 
ward better  than  the  other,  and  that  the 
other  reaches  and  runs  faster  than  her 
rival  ?  Nobody  has  yet  offered  a  satis- 
factory explanation  of  this  peculiar 
state  of  affairs,  which  yachtsmen  know 
to  exist  in  all  classes  of  one  design. 

But  here  we  are,  aboard  the  Phan- 
tom thirty  minutes  before  gunfire.  Our 
sportsmanlike  owner  and  our  seaman- 
like skipper  are  well  qualified  for  the 
coming  strife.  They  know  the  course 
like  their  A,  B,  C.  They  are  acquainted 
with  every  tide-rip  and  current  likely  to 
be  encountered.  The  sailing  directions 
are  explicit.  The  crew,  amateur  and 
professional,  are  old  hands  at  the  busi- 
ness, and  if  the  Phantom  doesn't  win  the 
cup  and  the  -side  bet  from  the  Ghost, 
why,  all  hands  will  be  down  in  the 
dumps  at  the  end  of  the  race. 

But  there  is  no  mention  of  that  das- 
tard word,  defeat.  Owner  and  captain 
and  crew  have  an  abiding  confidence  in 
the  yacht  and  in  each  other,  and  all 
hands  are  imbued  with  enthusiasm  and 
zeal.  This  is  apparent  in  every  ani- 
mated glance,  in  each  cheery  "Aye,  aye, 
sir,"  in  response  to  orders,  and  in  every 
active  movement  of  body  and  limb. 

All  hands  have  been  through  the 
mill  before  and  are  accustomed  to  pull 
together.  The  skipper  knows  the  "hang" 
of  the  boat  ;  he  fully  understands  how 
to  trim  sail  to  the  best  advantage — just 
how  much  sheet  to  give  to  induce  the 
highest  rate  of  speed.     The  boat  herself 


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is  balanced  like  a  drugg-ist's  scales,  and 
is  responsive  as  a  sentient  being  to  the 
slightest  touch  of  the  helm.  The  gear 
is  of  the  best. 

"  Now,  Captain  Marlin,"  says  the 
owner,  "  we'll  get  up  the  anchor  and  take 
a  short  trial  spin  across  the  baj",  just 
to  limber  things  before  starting." 

"  Break  the  anchor  out,  boys,"  says 
the  skipper,  "  and  stand  by  to  hoist  the 
headsails." 

In  a  few  minutes  the  anchor  is  on 
deck  and  the  foresail  and  jib  are  hoisted 
to  the  fast-increasing  breeze.  Away  we 
go  on  the  starboard  tack,  heeling  over 
till  the  water  boils  up  in  the  lee  scup- 
pers and  an  occasional  spray  comes  in- 
board on  the  weather  bow. 

As  we  pass  through  the  fleet  at  an- 
chor many  admiring  eyes  examine  us 
critically  from  quarter-deck  and  bridge  ; 
and  many  binoculars  are  leveled  in  our 
direction  as  we  swiftly  glide  toward  the 
open  bay,  where  we  shall  feel  the  true 
forge  of  the  breeze  and  see  whether  the 
■club-topsail  will  be  too  much  for  her 
with  sheets  flattened  in. 

Captain  Marlin  is  at  the  helm,  with 
the  owner  beside  him.  Both  view  the 
sails  with  expert  glances,  quick  to  dis- 
cover imperfections  in  fit  or  trim.  The 
mainsail  retains  its  shape  admirably, 
because  it  has  been  beautifully  stretched 
by  a  sailor  and  not  "  monkeyed  with  " 
by  a  countryman  from  an  inland  vil- 
lage. The  jib  is  pulling  magnificently, 
and  the  foresail  is  attending  strictly  to 
business. 

As  soon  as  we  reach  the  bay,  away 
from  the  shelter  of  the  protecting  head- 
land, we  get  the  full  strength  of  the 
wind,  which,  indeed,  pipes  high.  A 
squall  strikes  us,  and  we  careen  under 
its  influence  till  the  lee  rail — a  mere 
batten — is  almost  awash.  The  skipper 
luffs  a  little  until  the  fore  leech  of  the 
mainsail  quivers,  but  this  seems  to  dead- 
en the  Phantom's  way  very  little.  She 
is  off,  with  a  gleaming  white  bone  in 
her  teeth  and  showing  a  great  burst  of 
speed. 

''  Ready  about !  " 

"  Helm's  a-lee.' 

The  boat  swings  into  the  wind  like  a 
top,  and  before  you  can  say  Jack  Robin- 
son she  is  filled  and  away  on  the  other 
tack.  But  only  a  yachtsman  can  ap- 
preciate the  smart  handling  of  the  craft. 
The  setting  up  of  the  topmast-back- 
stay while  the  vessel  is  in  stays  is  work 


for  men  who  are  actually  alive  and 
haven't  a  lazy  bone  in  their  bodies.  The 
same  remark  ap])lies  to  trimming  the 
head-sheets.  Of  course  there  are  "be- 
laying marks  "  showing  where  they  are 
to  be  made  fast,  but  smartness  must 
prevail  first,  last,  and  all  the  time  in 
these  days  of  rapid-spinning  boats. 

And  so  back  we  fly  through  the 
squadron,  most  of  them  now  under 
way.  We  luff  up  in  the  wind's  eye  for 
a  minute  or  so  and  get  another  pull  on 
the  jib  halyards,  sweating  them  up  quite 
hard.  We  see  the  jib-topsail  clear  for 
breaking  out  from  the  stops  ;  and  while 
we  dodge  about  with  head-sheets  hauled 
to  windward,  waiting  for  the  preparatory 
gun,  we  see  the  Ghost  making  for  us  and 
realize  that  if  we  are  to  secure  the  ad- 
vantage of  the  windward  berth  and 
first  away  we  must  keep  our  weather 
eyes  skinned. 

And  mighty  pretty  our  sleek-looking 
rival  appears,  with  the  sun  shining  on 
her  creamy  sails  just  new  from  the  loft, 
but  bearing  the  impress  of  artistic  de- 
sigh  and  splendid  fit.  The  only  dif- 
ference between  Ghost  and  Phantom  is 
that  the  first-named  is  painted  black, 
while  Phantom  is  resplendent  in  a  snow- 
white  garb.  Captain  Spike,  the  GJiosfs 
skipper,  a  bronzed,  bearded  man  of 
inassive  build,  is  steering,  and  as  he 
passes  under  our  stern  we  wave  our 
hands  or  doff  our  caps  in  courteous 
salute.  For  although  both  ships  are 
manned  by  sturdy  fighters,  yet  we 
heartily  respect  each  other,  as  gallant 
and  honorable  foes  are  wont  to  do  in  the 
domain  of  yachtdom. 

"  Bang  !  "  goes  the  preparatory  gun, 
which  conveys  the  information  that  our 
class  will  start  in  five  minutes.  Our 
owner  had  timed  his  watch  by  the 
chronometer  on  the  club  boat  early  that 
morning,  and  both  timepieces  agree  to 
a  fraction  of  a  second.  It  is  to  be  a  fly- 
ing start,  and  the  two  rival  skippers. 
Spike  and  Marlin,  are  equally  famous 
for  getting  away  with  the  gun,  and 
both  are  past  masters  in  the  art  of  sea- 
jockeying  for  a  commanding  position 
on  the  line.  It  is  most  interesting  to 
watch  the  manoeuvres  of  the  two  cap- 
tains. The  yachts  circle  round  and 
round  each  other  like  two  kittens  at 
play,  while  the  owners,  with  watches  in 
hand,  call  out  the  time 

"  One  minute  gone  '  says  our  owner. 
"  One  minute  gone,'    repeats  the  alert 


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skipper  ;  "  hard-a-lee  !  "  About  she  goes 
once  more.  "  Two  minutes  gone,"  is 
soon  heard,  followed  by  another  tack. 
"Three  gone  !  "  Then  an  anxious 
pause.  "  Four  gone  !  "  says  our  owner. 
We  are  at  this  time  some  considerable 
distance  from  the  line,  but  fast  ap- 
proaching it,  although  our  foresail- sheet 
is  hauled  to  windward.  To  leeward, 
and  a  dozen  lengths  astern,  is  the  Ghost. 

"  Four  minutes  fifty  seconds,"  says 
our  owner. 

"  Let  draw  the  foresail ;  break  out 
the  jib-topsail,"  are  the  skipper's  next 
commands,  and  for  the  ten  seconds  that 
follow  we  are  all  on  tenterhooks.  If 
we  cross  the  imaginary  line  between 
the  committee's  steamer  and  the  mark- 
boat  before  the  signal  is  given  we  shall 
have  to  go  back  and  cross  the  line  again. 
It  is  indeed  an  anxious  moment. 

"Fifty -five  seconds,  fifty-six,  fifty- 
seven " 

"  Will  they  never  fire  ?  "  think  I. 

"  Fifl3'-eight,  fifty-nine " 

"  The  gun  !  " 

"  Hurrah,  hurrah  I  you  gai:ged  her 
beautifully,"  says  the  owner  to  the  skip- 
per, on  whose  mahoganized  mug  there 
grows  a  gratified  grin. 

"  Ghost  is  ten  seconds  after  the  gun," 
observed  the  owner,  "but  I  guess  she'll 
pick  that  up  and  more  too,  on  this  leg, 
alone." 

The  Phantom  is  now  hissing  along 
with  the  wind  on  the  port  beam,  the 
main-boom  well  eased  off,  the  jib-topsail 
doing  gigantic  work,  and  the  other  sails 
contributing  their  share  toward  impel- 
ling the  fairylike  fabric  onward  to  the 
next  goal,  six  nautical  miles  away.  Not 
a  quiver  or  a  wrinkle  in  all  the  vast  ex- 
panse of  muslin  extended  to  the  breeze. 
The  yacht's  sharp  cutwater  cleaves  the 
blue  sea,  making  little  or  no  disturbance, 
but  the  fleecy  foam  travels  aft  with  the 
speed  of  a  mill-race  and  leaves  a  glitter- 
ing wake  astern.  All  the  crew  have 
come  abaft  the  mast,  and  are  up  to  wind- 
ward as  far  as  they  can  get.  The  yacht 
heels  over  in  the  puffs  at  times  until  the 
lee  rail  is  under,  and  the  water  occasion- 
ally threatens  to  bubble  up  to  the  sky- 
lights, but  never  gets  there.  It  is  indeed 
glorious  racing.  Nobody  has  the  slight- 
est idea  of  shortening  canvas.  What  she 
can't  carry  she  must  drag. 

The  skipper  keeps  his  eyes  on  the 
sails  and  on  the  compass.  He  never 
dreams   of    looking   astern  to  see  how 


his  friend  Captain  Spike,  of  the  Ghost, 
is  coming  along.  No  yacht-racing  skip- 
per ever  does  look  astern  while  he  is 
steering.  It  would  be  a  breach  of  an 
old  tradition  unpardonable  in  a  profes- 
sional. Our  owner,  however,  watches 
our  opponent  quite  carefully,  and  con- 
fides to  me  in  a  whisper  that  he  fears 
she  will  overhaul  us  and  pass  us  to  wind- 
ward before  we  reach  the  mark  at  the 
end  of  the  first  leg.  "  It  is  in  the  beat 
back  from  the  second  mark  that  we  shall 
have  him  at  our  mercy.  We  are  con- 
siderably faster  to  windward  in  a  blow 
like  this,  and  if  it  pipes  any  harder  he 
will  have  to  take  in  his  club-topsail,  and 
then  he  is  our  meat,  sure,"  he  added. 

But  there  is  no  sign  of  shortening 
canvas  on  the  Ghost.  Captain  Spike 
wall  hang  on  to  the  great  sail  until  the 
topmast  goes  over  the  side  rather  than 
be  beaten  at  "  cracking  on  "  by  Captain 
Marlin.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  Ghost 
stands  up  to  her  work  very  well  indeed, 
heeling-  over  to  the  pressure  of  the  puis- 
sant breeze  only  a  mere  trifle  inore 
than  Phantom. 

Other  boats  are  competing  in  the  re- 
gatta— a  number  of  crack  schooners  and 
some  of  the  new-fangled  knockabouts — 
all  of  which  carry  single  reefs  in  their 
mainsails  and  small  jibs.  It  is  evident, 
too,  that  even  with  this  moderate  sail 
they  have  as  much  as  they  can  stagger 
under.  We,  however,  have  too  much  to 
do  in  the  way  of  paying  attention  to  our 
own  craft  and  our  immediate  opponent 
to  particularly  regard  the  doings  of  the 
rest  of  the  fleet. 

One  thing  that  strikes  me  exceedingly 
is  the  splendid  way  that  Phantoin  steers. 
One  of  the  old-time  racing  boats  would 
have  been  yawing  about  in  rampant 
style  in  a  breeze  as  potent  as  is  now 
blowing.  The  helmsman  would  have 
all  he  could  do  to  keep  her  on  her  course, 
the  prevailing  tendency  of  the  ancient 
type  being  to  gripe  to  windward  raost 
damnably.  Yacht  architects  have  made 
great  progress  since  then,  and  the  modern 
craft  are  balanced  so  exquisitely  that  they 
show  little  or  no  proneness  to  gripe,  even 
with  the  wind  abeam  or  on  the  quarter. 
TJiantom  carries  her  rudder  nearly  amid- 
ships, only  taking  a  spoke  or  two  of 
weather  helm.  Captain  Marlin  steers 
her  with  one.  hand,  and  keeps  as  cool  as 
a  cucumber. 

Meanwhile  Ghost  crawls  up  on  us,  inch 
bv  inch  and  foot  bv  foot,  her  aim  being 


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to  pass  us  to  windward  and  to  blanket 
"US.  This  we  will  never  permit  without 
a  hard  fight. 

We  are  now  half  way  to  the  first  mark, 
the  wind  continuing-  true  and  strong — an 
ideal  breeze  for  racing.  The  sea  is  not 
steep  enough  as  yet  to  do  us  any  harm 
when  we  trim  in  our  sheets  for  the  final 
beat ;  but  before  this  shall  come  to  pass 
we  have  a  leg  to  sail  with  the  wind  dead 
aft,  and  even  now  the  men  are  making 
sure  that  the  spinnaker  gear  is  all  in 
readiness  for  setting  that  enormous  sail 
immediately  after  rounding  the  first 
mark.  We  are  going  to  do  our  prettiest 
to  get  the  better  of  Ghost  at  the  turn, 
and  the  yacht  that  gets  the  spinnaker 
boom  down  first  and  the  sail  broken  out 
most  quickly  has  a  big  advantage. 

I  can't  help  remembering  how  a  mis- 
hap to  her  spinnaker  caused  Valkyrie  II. 
to  lose  her  last  race  with  Vigilant,  and  I 
■express  a  silent  but  fervent  hope  that 
nothing  untoward  may  occur  to  stop  the 
smart  setting  of  our  own  good  sail. 

But  now  the  sly  and  swift  Ghost  is 
crawling  up,  pointing  her  bowsprit  for 
■our  weather  quarter,  with  the  intent,  if 
■possible,  of  establishing  an  overlap  and 
.a  consequent  blanket.  This  leads  to  a 
lufifing  match  which  is  mighty  interest- 
ing while  it  lasts.  The  more  we  luff  the 
faster  we  fly,  and  at  last  we  get  so  far 
ahead  that  we  are  able  to  bear  away  on 
our  course  again  and  still  maintain  the 
lead. 

Now,  what  do  you  think  is  the  next 
artful  move  of  the  skipper  of  the  Ghost  ? 
That  fellow  is  as  cunning  as  a  wagon- 
load  of  monkeys.  Seeing  that  he  cannot 
pass  us  to  windward,  he  eases  his  sheets 
a  little,  and,  with  a  great  spurt  of  speed 
which  fairly  took  our  breath  away,  walks 
through  our  lee  like  lubricated  light- 
ning and  tries  to  luff  up  across  our  bows 
and  so  get  the  weather  gauge. 

But  it  isn't  Captain  Marlin's  watch 
below  exactly.  That  ancient  and  tarry 
one  has  his  eyes  wide,  open  and  his  wits 
all  about  him.  He  also  luffs  in  time  to 
establish  an  overlap,  and  so  he  balks 
the  blanketing  dodge  of  Captain  Spike, 
who  is  thus  hoist  with  his  own  petard. 
This  skirmish  shows  the  advantage  of 
getting  the  lead  at  the  start.  Had  Ghost 
crossed  the  line  first  we  could  never 
have  caught  her,  but  as  it  is  we  are  able 
ito  pr^everit  her  from  passing  us.  And 
lo  the  undying  fame  of  our  sterling  skip- 
per, by  the  exercise  of  all  the  devices 


known  to  the  sea-jockey,  we  actually 
round  the  mark  first  ! 

As  we  whirl  round  the  raft  from  whose 
flagstaff  the  club  burgee  is  noisily  flap- 
ping, the  main-boom  is  eased  off  hand- 
somely by  the  owner  and  myself,  while 
the  rest  of  the  boys  busy  themselves 
with  the  spinnaker.  As  the  boom  is 
lowered,  the  sail  neatly  done  up  in  stops 
is  smartly  hoisted  to  the  topmast  head. 
The  after  guy  is  hauled  aft,  the  outhaul 
is  manned,  and  with  three  tugs  on  the 
sheet  the  big  sail  bellies  to  the  blast 
and  pulls  nobly. 

Now  a  more  powerful  puff  than  ever 
smites  the  Phantovi.  Its  force  makes 
the  spinnaker  boom  up-end  and  the 
spinnaker  itself  puff  out  like  a  balloon. 
But  both  spar  and  duck  are  of  the  best 
and  no  misfortune  befalls  them.  The 
balloon  jib-topsail  now  takes  the  place 
of  No.  2,  so  that  if  the  wind  shifts  we 
shall  be  ready  for  it.  When  this  is  done 
all  hands  lie  aft  so  as  to  lift  her  bow  as 
mtich  as  possible,  while  not  burying 
her  counter,  and,  standing  up  so  as 
to  catch  every  breath  of  wind  that  is 
going  to  waste,  are  regaled  on  beer 
and  sandwiches,  which  the  steward 
passes  round.  He,  like  the  willing  and 
zealous  fellow  that  he  is,  has  been  pull- 
ing and  hauling  with  the  rest  of  the 
crowd,  and  is  puffing  like  a  porpoise 
after  the  unusual  exertion. 

In  planning  the  day's  campaign  it  has 
been  settled  that  we  shall  steer  a  direct 
course  from  the  first  to  the  second 
mark.  We  know  that  we  have  no 
chance  to  run  before  the  wind  so  fast 
as  the  Ghost,  which  is  now  only  twenty 
seconds  astern  of  us,  and  is  bound  to 
pass  us  in  spite  of  everything.  Thus, 
we  waste  no  time  in  jockeying. 

And  glide  past  us  she  does,  silently 
and  slowly  like  the  ghost  that  she  is, 
her  spinnaker  and  main  booms  forming 
the  base  of  a  lofty  pyramid  of  canvas, 
arched  out  to  the  swelling  breeze.  The 
lapping  waves  break  in  milky  foam 
under  her  counter,  the  spray  sparkling 
like  diamonds  in  the  golden  sunshine. 
Her  crew  look  proud  and  exultant  at 
their  victory. 

But  the  demon  of  despair  affects  us 
not.  We  know  what  our  stanch  and 
noble  craft  will  do  when  we  haul  on  a 
wind  for  the  final  homeward  thresh. 
So  we  light  our  pipes,  and  grin  and  bear 
our  temporary  defeat  like  the  stoics  of 
old.     Meanwhile,  we  recollect  that  we 


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shall  have  to  gybe  round  the  next  mark 
and  realize  that  this  will  be  quite  a 
ticklish  job  in  so  stiff  a  breeze.  To  luff 
round  a  stakeboat  is  easy  as  eating,  but 
to  swing  over  a  main-boom  as  long  as 
ours  from  one  quarter  to  the  other  with 
the  huge  club-topsail  aloft  requires  cool- 
ness, skill  and  judgment.  Besides,  we 
want  to  make  as  clever  and  close  a  turn 
as  possible,  so  as  not  to  be  swept  too  far 
to  leeward  before  flattening  in  sheets 
and  starting  on  our  long  windward  beat. 

All  has  been  provided  for,  however. 
We  see  all  hands  on  the  Ghost  taking  in 
the  balloon  jib-topsail  and  getting  ready 
to  dowse  the  spinnaker,  for  now  the 
stakeboat  looms  mighty  near  and  the 
great  struggle  of  the  day  is  at  hand. 

"  Take  in  the  jib-topsail  !  "  cries  our 
skipper,  and  this  is  an  easy  task,  for  the 
enormous  sail  is  almost  becalmed.  It 
is  soon  spilled,  stopped  up  and  bundled 
below.  Foresail  and  jib  are  neatly  set 
and  their  sheets  trimmed  down  to  the 
marks. 

"  See  the  spinnaker  gear  clear  for 
taking  in,"  is  the  next  command.  And 
this  being  done,  there  is  silence  for 
the  next  minute  or  two.  All  hands 
gather  round  the  mast.  One  hand 
stands  by  to  let  go  the  outhaul,  another 
the  halyards,  while  all  get  ready  to 
grapple  with  and  spill  and  smother  the 
bellying  duck  and  bring  it  into  sub- 
jection to  the  deck. 

We  are  almos-t  on  top  of  the  mark 
when  the  skipper  sings  out  :  "  In 
spinnaker  !  " 

As  the  outhaul  is  slacked,  the  men, 
grabbing  the  foot  of  the  sail,  lug  it  in, 
and,  spilling  the  wind  out  of  the  flapping 
canvas,  wrestle  with  it  and  victoriously 
overcome  it,  until  it  lies  an  inert  mass  at 
their  feet.  The  boom  is  then  topped  up 
and  all  hands  lie  aft  to  tend  the  main- 
sheet,  which  is  stretched  along  the  deck 
to  rally  in  quickly.  The  jib  and  fore- 
sail are  set  already  and  trimmed  down 
to  the  marks.  A  couple  of  men  stand 
by  ready  to  "  come  up  "  the  topmast- 
backstay  and  get  it  set  up  on  the  other 
side  before  an  undue  strain  comes  on 
the  spar. 

"  Now,  boys,  haul  in  the  main-sheet," 
says  the  skipper  as  he  shifts  the  helm 
so  as  to  bring  the  wind  on  the  other 
quarter.  Hand  over  hand  the  men 
drag  in  the  boom,  pulling  as  if  for  dear 
life.  The  wind  pipes  so  breezily  that 
the  skipper  has  as  much  as  he  can  do  to 


gybe  the  boat  so  as  to  make  a  close  turn 
round  the  mark  and  carry  away  nothing. 

The  boom  comes  over  with  a  whirl 
and  a  rush,  and  is  checked  by  a  turn 
round  the  cleat.  The  yacht  flies  up  in 
the  wind,  but  is  met  with  the  helm  and 
the  head-sails,  and  there  we  are,  close- 
hauled  on  the  port  tack,  with  three 
strakes  of  the  lee  deck  under  water  and 
a  devil  of  a  strain  on  the  topmast.  The 
yacht,  as  she  comes  to  the  wind,  takes  a 
header  into  a  big  green  sea  and  floods 
the  deck.  This  is  her  first  fault  of  the 
day,  and  we  cheerfully  forgive  her,  not 
minding  the  wetting,  and  making  up 
our  minds  for  a  hard  tussle  home  against 
wind  and  sea. 

Now  that  we  have  fairly  settled  down 
to  windward  work,  we  have  time  to  look 
after  our  opponent.  We  see  that  she,, 
too,  has  rounded  without  parting  a  rope- 
yarn.  She  is  ahead  of  us,  and  a  wet  bit 
to  windward.  We  notice  that  she  is  be- 
ing "nipped,"  the  luff  of  her  mainsail 
shaking  all  the  time.  She  isn't  quite  so- 
stiff  as  we  are,  and  her  immense  club- 
topsail  will  bury  her  if  her  skipper  will 
only  give  it  a  chance.  He  is  afraid  to- 
take  it  in,  for  he  knows  that  before  he 
could  get  his  "  thimble-header  "  set  we 
should  work  out  half  a  mile  on  his 
weather,  so  he  sails  her  close^  and  prays 
that  the  wind  may  lull. 

Captain  Marlin,  on  the  contrary,  gives 
it  to  Phantom  hammer  and  tongs,  let- 
ting her  go  clean  through  the  water 
with  the  sails  ramping  full.  The  decks 
to  leeward  are  wet,  but  little  does  that 
concern  us,  for  we  know  that  when  we 
go  about  on  the  other  tack  we  shall  be 
able  to  cross  our  rival's  bows,  unless 
she  also  goes  about.  And  so  it  comes 
to  pass.  The  next  "board"  assures  us 
that  the  race  is  ours,  unless  we  get 
crippled.  We  plant  ourselves  on  the 
weather  of  the  Ghost  and  stick  to  her, 
tack  and  tack.  We  keep  her  jammed 
under  our  lee,  in  chancery,  as  it  were  ;. 
and  there  she  remains  until  we  cross 
the  line,-  a  winner  by  2m.  42s. 

We  come  to  anchor,  furl  the  sails,, 
send  in  a  certificate  that  we  have  com- 
plied with  all  the  sailing  rules  of  the 
match,  and  hoist  another  winning  flag 
to  join  our  already  long  string.  Then 
the  steward  is  sent  ashore,  and  he  quickly 
returns  with  a  fine  feed  for  the  crew,, 
which  is  vastly  enjoyed  by  them,  after 
drinking  a  "  horn  "  apiece  to  the  further 
success  of  the  Phantom  and  her  owner_ 


©mm  OAY^5   DyCBClNG. 


BY    ED.    W.    SANDYS. 


favorite 
lover  of 


VERY  lawful  form 
of  duck-shooting 
has  its  enthusias- 
tic followers,  who 
are  ready  to  maintain 
the  superiority  of  their 
method  over  all  others.  One 
the  ten-gauge  vows  that  the 
most  enjoyable  shooting  in  the  world  is 
over  decoys;  another  finds  his  greatest 
pleasure  in  punting,  in  sneak-box,  wad- 
ing, or  flight-shooting,  as  the  case  may 
happen  to  be.  All  of  these  men  agree 
upon  one  point,  /.  e.,  that  duck-shooting 
is  the  best  of  all  shooting,  the  open  ques- 
tion being  which  form  of  it  is  the  most 
fascinating. 

My  own  opinion  of  sport  with  any 
kind  of  waterfowl  is  that  it  is  good 
enough  for  any  man — if  he  cannot  ex- 
change it  for  an  experience  with  quail, 
grouse,  or  cock.  For  some  unknown 
reason  I  never  enthused  over  duck, 
though  my  shooting  career  began  in  a 
district  which  then  was  a  veritable  para- 
dise for  wildfowl.  Some  of  the  best 
marshes  about  lakes  Erie  and  St.  Clair 
lay  within  easy  reach  of  my  home ; 
most  of  my  sporting  cronies  paid  more 
attention  to  duck  than  they  did  to  all 
other  game,  yet  I  put  in  two-thirds  more 
time  on  the  uplands.  In  all  likelihood 
'twas  the  lackof  "  dog- work"  that  kept  me 
from  the  marshes  upon  many  occasions. 
The  country  between  the  two  lakes 
was  almost  without  a  peer  in  the  matter 
of  quantity  and  variety  of  game.  Large 
tracts  of  it  were  covered  with  heavy 
forest ;  other  tracts  were  scrubby  low- 
lands, beloved  of  quail,  cock  and  rab- 
bits, while  about  the  lakes  and  more  im- 
portant streams  spread  miles  upon  miles 
of  marsh,  with  rice,  rush  and  grass  ga- 
lore. The  game-list  of  this  territory 
included  deer,  turkey,  grouse  (ruiled 
and  pinnated),  quail,  cock,  snipe,  hare, 
rabbit,  goose,  duck  of  many  varieties, 
swan,  crane,  and  lesser  waders  too 
numerous  to  mention.  Very  frequently 
one  day's  bag  would  include  half  a  dozen 
or  more  varieties  of  game.  Hence  a 
man  was  at  liberty  to  please  himself, 
and  if  he  preferred  shooting  over  a  good 
dog  he  could  enjoy  all  the  fun  he  wanted 
without  going  near  the  haunts  of  the 
waterfowl.     To  watch  the  work  of  well- 


broken  dogs  has  ever  been  a  most  de- 
lightful occupation  for  me,  and  so  I  beat 
fields  and  prowled  through  covers  while 
the  other  fellows  were  knocking  down 
their  web  -  footed  prizes.  Strangely 
enough,  considering  my  almost  indiffer- 
ence to  duck-shooting,  the  first  head  of 
game  I  ever  killed  was  a  duck,  and  a 
no-good  duck  at  that.  It  was  a  hooded 
merganser  (Lop/ioafyUs cucu//at?(s),  "fan- 
head,"  as  we  called  him,  and  his  capture 
was  such  a  triumph  that  it  seems  to  be 
forever  fixed  in  my  memory. 

The  whole  scene  and  the  circum- 
stances which  led  up  to  it  arise  fresh  as 
ever  while  I  write.  The  time  was  in 
the  spring,  April,  as  the  open  season 
then  ended  on  the  first  of  May.  I  was 
not  quite  nine  years  old,  being  a  June 
colt,  and  my  people  did  not  think  that  a 
gun  was  the  safest  thing  for  me  to  have. 
A  beauty,  of  the  good  old  stub-twist, 
muzzle-loading  type,  an  expensive  piece, 
built  to  order  over-sea,  was  promised 
me  when  I  attained  the  dignity  of  nine 
years,  but  with  the  condition  that  I  first 
passed  a  certain  school  examination. 

Did  I  pass?  Well,  rather — I'd  have 
taken  a  degree  if  they'd  thrown  in  a 
dog  !  However,  that  did  not  occur  till 
June.  Like  any  other  mortal  boy,  I 
couldn't  wait  to  fairly  earn  my  reward. 
I  crammed  away  at  iny  exams  till  I 
knew  that  I  was  more  than  one  full  day 
ahead  on  my  school  work  ;  then  I  bor- 
rowed a  single-barrel  gun  from  a  friend, 
played  truant  for  a  day  and  followed 
wild-fowling. 

I  sneaked  up  the  river  for  two  miles 
(I  could  go  to  the  very  bend  now),  saw 
three  ducks  in  a  back-water  under  some 
willows,  stalked  them  carefully  and 
killed  the  fan-head  drake.  When  I  saw 
him  floating  dead  and  in  danger  of  being 
borne  away  by  the  current,  I  threw  the 
gun  down  in  the  mud,  plunged  into  the 
ice-cold  water  and  retrieved  my  game 
for  myself.  It  was  cold  work,  but  sultry 
compared  to  the  reception  my  people 
gave  me  when  they  learned  that  their 
innocent  offspring  had  played  hookey, 
and,  what  was  worse,  had  acquired  a  cer- 
tain knowledge  of  firearms  without 
their  assistance. 

In  time  I  graduated  from  marsh-col- 
lege as  a  capable  duck  slayer.     Since 


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then  I  have  enjoyed  good  shooting  and 
had  experiences  over  decoys,  at  punting, 
flight  and  wading.  It  has  been  my  lot 
to  shoot  duck  on  some  of  the  best 
grounds  of  this  continent — about  Erie 
and  St.  Clair,  the  St.  Lawrence,  certain 
lakes  of  northern  Ontario  and  of  Wis- 
consin, the  headwaters  of  the  Mississippi, 
the  sloughs  of  the  Dakotas  and  of  the 
great  plains  of  the  Canadian  Northwest; 
and,  after  all,  I'd  sdoner  walk  up  to  a 
pointing  dog  in  a  quail  cover  than  stand  in 
the  line  of  the  hottest  flightthat  ever  flew. 

It  must  not  be  imagined  that  I  neg- 
lected the  duck  altogether  in  the  days 
when  all  kinds  of  sport  were  available. 
I  had  my  turns  at  them  every  year  ;  in 
the  spring,  when  it  was  lawful  but  fool- 
ish to  shoot,  and  in  the  fall,  when  the 
great  flights  came  down  from  the  north. 
And  there  was  another  time,  when  the 
season  opened  on  the  first  of  September, 
when  I  used  to  haunt  the  marshes.  Then 
cock  and  snipe  were  the  only  other  game 
in  season,  and  a  bit  of  flight-shooting 
usually  wound  up  the  day.  Flapper- 
shooting  I  never  cared  much  about ;  it 
always  appeared  to  be  mere  butchery, 
but  by  the  first  of  September  the  duck 
could  fly  well.  The  snipe  and  cock 
grounds  bordered  the  duck  marshes,  and 
if  one  failed  to  find  plenty  of  the  smaller 
game,  he  could  always  put  in  a  day  wad- 
ing for  duck  with  satisfactory  results.  I 
preferred  wading  to  flight,  punting  or 
shooting  over  decoys. 

It  was  warm  work  and  hard,  for  one 
had  to  keep  moving  all  day  to  accom- 
plish much.  There  was  plenty  of  mud 
and  the  worst  kind  of  footing  in  the 
bogs,  but  a  dog  could  be  taken  along, 
and  on  the  whole  it  was  fairish  fun.  I 
have  a  vivid  remembrance  of  the  last 
day  I  put  in  on  Dover  plains,  a  broad 
expanse  of  marsh  extending  from  the 
mouth  of  the  Thames  for  miles  along 
the  shore  of  St.  Clair.  Hundreds  of 
thousands  of  duck  have  been  killed  on 
that  ground  and  on  the  equally  broad 
Raleigh  plains,  lying  upon  the  opposite 
side  of  the  Thames.  Yet,  in  spite  of  the 
years  of  slaughter,  the  gathering  hosts  of 
wildfowl  assembled  season  after  season, 
until  a  lowering  of  the  level  of  the  great 
lakes  caused  the  marshes  to  partially 
dry  up.  Quite  recently  portions  of  the 
grounds  have  been  closely  preserved, 
but  an  outsider  can  still  have  some  shoot- 
ing, especially  if  he  is  on  the  ground 
early  in  the  season. 


The  way  I  came  to  pay  my  last  visit 
to  Dover  plains  was  this  :  I  was  enjoy- 
ing a  holiday  at  home,  in  a  town  some 
miles  above  the  big  marshes.  I  had 
done  a  little  cock-shooting,  but  the 
weather  was  very  warm,  birds  were  few, 
and  the  chief  amusements  had  been 
cricket  in  the  afternoon,  canoeing  in  the 
evening,  and  fishing  at  odd  hours.  A 
friend  of  mine  was  anxious  to  do  the 
proper,  so  he  got  up  a  stag-party,  ac- 
companied by  a  supper  and  a  game  of 
draw.  He  fired  his  family  for  the  time, 
and  invited  half  a  dozen  old  cronies  of 
mine  to  gather  together.  Now,  I  drew 
long  moons  ago  ;  in  the  West  I  had  pur- 
chased a  fair  knowledge  of  the  value  of 
a  hand,  and  had  ceased  to  find  joy  in 
besting  my  friend  or  being  bested  by 
him,  so  the  game  did  not  interest  me. 
But  1  believe  in  other  fellows  having 
their  fun,  and  looked  on  cheerfully. 
When  the  guests  had  robbed  their  host 
of  all  moneys  that  good  breeding  could 
countenance,  we  had  supper  and  a  chat. 

Quoth  the  host  to  me,  "Now,  you  old 
owl,  you've  had  no  fun,  and  you've 
glowered  at  us  very  patiently.  We  will 
now  talk  rod  and  gun  till  two  o'clock. 
Then  all  3'-ou  fellows  must  get  out  of 
here  ;  my  family's  liable  to  get  back." 

We  talked  shoot  forthwith,  and  in  the 
course  of  time  our  host  remarked  :  "  I've 
got  a  gun  with  a  history.  It's  the  big- 
gest kicker  on  record.  It's  kicked  many 
men,  but  seldom  had  to  kick  the  same 
man  twice.  It's  been  given  away,  sold, 
traded,  and  once  it  lay  at  the  bottom  of 
the  Sni,  after  it  kicked  two  men  out  of 
a  skiff.  I  have  a  notion  to  present  it  to 
our  friend,  just  to  hear  his  tale  of  woe 
after  he  uses  it  once." 

The  gun  was  produced  from  a  case 
and  handed  to  me  for  an  opinion.  It 
was  a  top-snap,  cylinder,  twelve-gauge, 
weighing  seven  and  one-quarter  pounds, 
and  it  probably  cost  one  hundred  and 
fifty  dollars.  It  seemed  to  me  to  be  a 
neat-looking,  useful  sort  of  piece,  and  I 
noticed  when  trying  its  fit  that  it  was 
unusually  straight  in  the  stock.  I  laid 
it  down  with  a  remark  to  the  effect  that 
there  was  no  logical  reason  why  it  should 
kick  harder  than  any  other  gun  of  the 
same  weight. 

.Our  host  laughed  and  said  :  "  Hear 
him  ;  just  as  smart  as  some  of  the  others. 
Now,  I'll  present  the  gun  to  him,  on 
condition  that  he  uses  it  one  full  day 
and  eives  me  one-half  of  what  he  kills." 


ONE  BAY'S  DUCKING. 


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Under  the  circumstances  I  thoug-ht  I 
might  as  well  accept,  for  I  took  no  stock 
in  the  gun's  extraordinary  kicking  pow- 
ers. It  was  put  back  in  the  case,  and 
when  the  party  broke  up   I  carried  the 

entire  outfit  with  me.     My  friend  D 

walked  my  way,  and  he  laughed  and 
said  that  he  knew  the  gun  well,  and  that 
it  had  blackened  more  jaws  than  one.  I 
pooh-poohed  the  story,  and  declared 
that  I  wanted  no  better  fun  than  to  test 
my  new  property.  The  upshot  of  the 
matter  was  that  I  was  asked  to  go  for  a 

day's  ducking  with  D .     We  agreed 

to  start  the  next  day  and  paddle  down 
to  a  small  fish-shanty  which  stood  be- 
side the  river  near  the  best  part  of  the 
marsh. 

I  had  a  lot  of  shells  loaded  with  three, 
three  and  one-half  and  four  drachms  of 
black  powder  and  an  ounce  of  number 
seven  shot.  I  intended  starting  with 
the  lighter  charge  and  learning  what 
the  gun's  kicking  amounted  to.  The 
straight  stock  I  did  not  mind  ;  in  fact,  I 
overlooked  it  entirely. 

We  got  away  about  noon  and  paddled 
leisurely  down  stream.  In  the  canoe 
were  a  supply  of  trolling  tackle,  shoot- 
ing-gear, enough  grub  for  two  days,  and 
last,  but  by  no  means  unimportant,  Jess, 
a  black,  white  and  tan  setter.  She  was 
a  great  worker  in  wet  ground  and 
liked  to  retrieve  duck.  She  was  also 
accustomed  to  the  sport  as  we  proposed 
to  have  it,  and  knew  enough  to  keep 
quiet  and  attend  to  business. 

When  we  had  reached  the  marshy 
country  I  thought  of  the  kicker  and  de- 
cided to  try  a  few  shots  at  coots  before 

the  light  failed.     But  D threw  out  a 

troll  and  almost  immediately  hooked  a 
big  black  bass.  No  sooner  was  this 
good  fish  boated  than  a  pickerel  took 
the  troll,  and  finally  we  got  so  interested 
in  the  fishing  that  dusk  crept  on  us  un- 
awares. As  a  result  the  gun  was  not 
taken  from  its  case  till  after  supper, 
when  the  only  light  was  from  a  small 
smudge -fire  started  to  protect  us  from 
the  clouds  of  mosquitoes. 

We  slept  in  our  war-paint  in  a  couple 
of  bunks  the  shanty  contained,  and  the 
night  dragged  very  slowly.  When  day 
found  us  we  were  savage  from  ceaseless 
conflicts  with  mosquitoes,  sore  from  con- 
tact with  boards,  and  stale  from  lying  in 
our  clothes.  But  the  river  was  only  one 
stride  away,  and  to  strip  and  plunge  in 
was  a  simple  remedy  for  all  our  woes. 


Tlie  bath  put  us  in  fine  fettle,  and  be- 
fore we  had  completed  breakfast  we 
saw  black  duck  moving  in  the  distance. 
The  sight  of  game  quickened  our  move- 
ments, and  before  the  sun  had  climbed 
many  yards  above  the  vast  green  level 
of  the  marsh  we  were  ready.  Jess 
found  and  pointed  a  lone  snipe  within 

forty   yards    of   the    shanty  and  D • 

killed  neatly.  As  wx  moved  through 
the  long  grass  a  land-rail  got  up  clum- 
sily before  me,  and  more  in  fun  than 
earnest  I  determined  to  open  the  season 
on  him.  He  was  flapping  away  at  about 
half  range,  and  I  cut  loose  one  barrel 
and  promptly  followed  with  the  second, 
as  I  saw  that  I  had  missed.  To  my 
utter  amazement  the  fool-bird  went  se- 
renely on  and  at  last  tumbled  into  the 

grass  of  his  own  accord.     D 's  eyes 

twinkled  mischievously  as  he  asked, 
"  Well,  does  she  kick  a  bit,  after  all  ? " 

"  Not  a  bit,"  I  replied,  which  was 
true,  but  I  couldn't  understand  the 
double  miss. 

D began  to    laugh    and   said,  "  I 

like  your  style  of  shooting  rail.  That 
was  ver)^  pretty  work  for  a  starter." 

I  had  nothing  to  say,  for  a  man 
who'll  stand  up  in  cold  blood  and  mufl: 
a  rail  at  thirty  yards  with  both  barrels 
is  not  entitled  to  the  floor.  I  was  in- 
clined to  attribute  the  bird's  escape  to 
sheer  carelessness  on  my  part,  but  I  had 
more  to  learn  that  day.  While  we  were 
passing  a  clump  of  rushes  Jess  routed 
out  a  bittern  and  I  remembered  that  I 
wanted  a  few  feathers. 

Now,  the  bittern  is  as  easy  a  mark  as 
a  bird  can  be,  and  this  poor  duffer  was 
as  lazy  a  flier  as  could  be  found.  To 
toss  up  the  gun  and  cut  him  down  was  a 
simple  task,  yet  I  muffed  him,  with  both 
barrels,  too  ! 

D was  at  once  gleeful  and  sarcas- 
tic. In  ordinary  form  I  could  kill  at 
least  two  birds  to  his  one  and  he  knew 
it,  and  the  knowledge  only  added  zest  to 
his  delight.  He  roasted  me  cheerfully, 
but  we  had  little  time  for  nonsense.  The 
reports  of  m}^  gun  alarmed  a  pair  of 
gray  duck  which  rose  from  a  pond  some 
distance  ahead.  We  crouched  in  the 
grass  and  watched  them  circle.  At  last 
they  headed  in  our  direction  and  event- 
ually passed  over  us,  flying  a  few  yards 
apart,  but  well  within  range. 

"  Take  the  one  on  the  left,"  I  said  to 

D as  the  guns  came  up.   Out  of  the 

tail  of  my  eye  I  saw  feathers  fly  from 


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his  bird,  and  his  second  barrel  roared  in 
my  ear  as  I  essayed  to  stop  my  duck. 
But  something  was  wrong.  The  bird 
towered  and  moved  rapidly  away  while 

D 's  came  struggling  down  with  a 

broken  wing.     Jess  chased  after  it  and 

soon  brought  it  back,  greatly  to  D 's 

satisfaction.  As  he  put  it  in  his  coat,  he 
asked  :  "  What's  the  matter  with  you 
to-day  ?  You  should  have  scored  that 
time;  it  was  an  easy  chance." 

I  felt  pretty  warm  and  foolishly  re- 
marked that  it  might  be  the  number 
seven  shot,  the  gun,  or  me  that  was  to 
blame.  One  alwa37^s  blames  the  shot,  or 
something,  for  one's  own  bad  marks- 
manship, and  D reminded    me  of 

that  fact  more  times  than  were  abso- 
lutely necessary.  We  worked  slowly  for- 
ward through  beds  of  tall  rushes  fringed 
with  rice.  The  footing  was  bad  and  the 
sun  scorched  us  freely,  and  in  half  an 
hour  I  felt  that  wading  for  duck  was 
not  an  unadulterated  joy.      Of  course, 

D 's  chafhng  was  the  real  cause  of 

my  irritation,  for,  if  my  shooting  had 
been  all  right,  trifling  annoyances  would 
have  been  overlooked. 

For  some  time  we  saw  no  duck,  but 
when  matters  seemed  most  unpromising 
we  made  an  important  discovery.  We 
reached  a  bed  of  densely  growing  rushes 
which  covered  perhaps  fifty  acres.  We 
halted  to  decide  whether  it  would  be 
better  to  force  a  way  through  the  growth 
or  go  around  it.  Jess  evinced  keen  in- 
terest in  the  rushes  and  moved  care- 
fully about  the  edge  of  the  bed.  As  we 
watched  her,  I  heard  a  low  chattering 
as  of  many  duck  assembled  near  the 
centre  of  the  cover. 

"  There  must  be  a  pond,   probably  a 

large  one,  in  there,"  I  said  to  D ,"and 

if  so,  it  contains  all  the  duck  belonging  to 
this  marsh." 

A  big  black  duck  rose  heavily,  utter- 
ing a  gruff  signal  to  unseen  comrades. 

"  Don't  shoot,  for  your  life,"  I  whis- 
pered to  D as  we  sunk  from  sight. 

"There's  rafts  of  duck;  we  must  get 
them  up  and  away  without  scaring  them 
too  much." 

He  was  a  bit  dubious  on  ,he  matter, 
but  finally  agreed  to  do  as  I  said.  After 
making  him  pledge  himself  not  to  fare, 
we  stole  into  the  rushes,  moving  inward 
about  one  hundred  yards.  At  last  I 
caught  a  glimpse  of  a  broad  pond  coated 
with  lily-pads — and  ducks! 

Several  hundred  fowl  were  in  view. 


and  from  every  direction  in  the  cover 
sounded  the  rustling,  splashing  and 
gabble  of  others.  We  remained  hidden 
for  a  few  moments  ;  then  I  slapped  the 
gun-stock  smartly  with  my  hand  and 
imitated  the  mallard's  alarm  signal.  A 
single  duck  at  once  rose  and  sped  away, 
quacking  loudly.  A  dozen  others  got. 
up  within  twenty  yards  of  us,  and  in- 
stantly the  air  was  filled  with  cries  of" 
alarm  and  the  whishing  of  rapid  wing- 
beats. 

As  the  last  of  these  birds  left,  there- 
came  a  sudden  roar  of  pinions,  and  a 
mass  of  black  duck  sprang  above  the- 
green  and  streamed  away  in  a  glistening- 
torrent.  We  watched  them  rapidly  les- 
sening in  the  hazy  distance  and  heard 
the  softening  clamor  of  their  cries — the 
hoarse  quack  of  the  black  beauties,  the 
rasping  "  me-ack-me-ack "  of  mallard,, 
the  whistling  of  widgeon  and  the 
quavering  "  oo-eek-oo-eek "  of  wood 
duck.  The  long  procession  must  have 
contained  nearly  a  thousand  fowl  of 
various  kinds,  and  the  sight  of  them,, 
if  nothing  more,  was  worth  something. 

*'  They'll  come  back  in  twos  and. 
threes  and  small  family  parties,  and 
you'll  call  me  blessed  for  not  letting; 
you  shoot,"  I  exclaimed  to  D . 

"  'Dunno  about  that ;  it's  new  to  me,, 
but  in  my  opinion  you're  a  big  duffer.. 
Why,  man  alive,  I  could  have  knocked 
six  out  of  that  last  lot,  and  they  were- 
black  duck,  too,"  he  added,  half  sav- 
agely. 

We  took  up  commanding  positions- 
and  prepared  to  test  the  wisdom  of  my 
method.  We  waited — we  kept  on  wait- 
ing !  For  full  an  hour  we  stood  in  the 
trying  sunshine.  Our  nostrils  were- 
filled  with  steamy,  unpleasant  odors ;: 
our  feet  kept  working  deep  into  the 
black  ooze,  compelling  us  to  tramp' 
down  new  lots  of  rushes,  to  avoid  get- 
ting mired  outright.  I  began  to  grow 
nervous,  for  it  looked  as  though  I  had 
made  a  bad  blunder.  Jess  stood  beside 
me  patiently  biding  the  issue.  Half  of 
her  body  was  buried  in  mud  and  slimy" 
water,  but  the  poor  thing  v/atched  the- 
sky  with  strange  intentness.     She  knew 

more  about  duck  than  D did.      At 

the  moment  when  patience  had  ceasQd. 
to  be  a  virtue  I  heard  a  splash  from. 
D 's  direction,  followed  by  an  explo- 
sion of  fiery  Saxon  speech. 

"  What's  the  matter,  old  man  ?  Get- 
tinof  tired  ?" 


ONE  DAY'S  DUCKING. 


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"  No  !  Confound  you  and  your  freaks; 
I'm  getting-  out  of  a  rat-hole  !  "  he 
roared.  "  Of  all  the  fool  schemes  I  ever 
was  in,  this  is  the  worst.  Wait  till  I 
get  you  to  the  river  ;  I'll  duck  you  !  " 

He  shut  up  just  in  time.  I  had  re- 
laxed my  watch  while  he  stormed,  but 
wise  old  Jess  was  more  reliable.  From 
her  nostrils  came  a  low,  whistling 
whine,  full  of  meaning.  She  quivered 
with  excitement,  and  well  she  might. 
Far  away  a  thin  black  line  showed 
plainly  against  the  sky.  She  cocked 
her  ears,  looked  at  me  and  sank  lower 
in  her  uncomfortable  bed.     I  crouched 

and  warned  D .     "  Lie  low;  mark  to 

right.     I'll  call  them." 

The  line  came  steadily  on  until  I 
could  count  seven  black  duck.  I  vent- 
ured to  call  once,  and  the  line  swerved 
slightly  until  the  birds  were  headed 
directly  for  my  stand.  Nearer  and 
nearer  they  swept,  till  I  could  hear  tlie 
rush  of  their  bodies  through  the  air  and 
the  musical  "  whew-ew-ew-whew "  of 
their  pinions.  When  the  lot  were  di- 
rectly  above    D he   stood  up    and 

fired  both  barrels,  killing  two  with  the 
first,  but  failing  with  the  second.  The 
rest  towered  at  once,  climbing  swiftly 
at  different  angles.  Two  afforded  easy 
marks,  and  I  swung  from  one  to  the 
other  and  expected  to  see  both  fall.  To 
my  confusion,  nothing  save  additional 
fright  affected  the  duck,  and  in  a  mo- 
ment they  had  gone.  Jess  eyed  them 
longingly,  then  started  to  retrieve 
D 's  pair. 

A  lively  half-hour  followed.  Single 
duck,  pairs,  half-dozens  and  whole  rafts 
showed  in  turn  against  the  sky,  and 
came  whizzing  down  on  us.  A  "  bald- 
head  "  tempted  me  first,  and  sped  away 
safely,  in  spite  of  two  ounces  of  shot. 
Every  blessed  duck  that  had  left  the 
pond  returned.  All  combined  offered 
one  of  the  finest  opportunities  to  make 
a  handsome  bag  that  I  have  enjoyed  at 

that  style  of  shooting.     D got  sadly 

rattled  by  the  multitude  of  chances  and 
blazed  away  as  fast  as  he  could  shove 
shells  into  his  smoking  gun.  He  claimed 
that  he  knocked  down  at  least  twenty- 
five  duck,  and  he  did  get  Jess  to  bring 
him  thirteen  beauties. 

When  the  fun  was  hottest  I  had 
emptied  about  ten  shells.  Cross  shots, 
towerers,  incomers,  straightaways,  I 
tried  them  all.  At  last  a  fat  gray  duck 
swung  almost  within  reach,   then  flew 


straightaway,  paying  net  the  slightest 
attention  to  my  double  salute.  Imme- 
diately after  that  I  made  a  bee  line  for 

the  river.     D had  been  too  busy  to 

notice  what  I  had  been  doing,  but  he 
marked  my  hasty  retreat  and  called  out 
sharply: 

"  Where  the  mischief  are  you  going  ? 
You  will  spoil  it  all  moving  about  so  !  " 

I  sung  out  :  "Take  'em  all  and  wel- 
come ;  I'm  going  to  the  river  to  find  out 
what's  wrong  with  this  infernal  gun,  or 
to  chuck  it  into  twenty  feet  of  water." 
Out  of  all  my  easy  chances  I  had  not 
touched  one  feather,  so  far  as  I  knew. 

As  I  neared  the  river  a  teal  whizzed 
past  me  from  behind.  It  was  going 
as  teal  know  how  to  do,  and  I  tried  a 
hasty  shot.  In  my  hurry  I  did  not  bring- 
the  strange  gun  truly  to  my  shoulder^ 
and  I  could  not  help  pulling  the  trigger^ 
though  I  knew  that  the  muzzle  was  ap- 
parently a  foot  too  low  for  its  mark.  To- 
my  intense  surprise,  the  teal  doubled  up 
like  a  rag  and  fell  dead  nearly  sixty 
yards  away.  It  was  a  long  shot,  and 
would  have  been  a  clinking  good  one  if 
I  had  meant  to  shoot  as  I  did.  It  showed 
conclusively  that  the  gun  could  throw 
shot  with  the  best  of  them,  and  that  I 
must  have  been  over-shooting  every- 
thing else  fired  at. 

There  were  plenty  of  coot  lurking  in. 
the  reeds  on  either  side  of  the  river,  and 
I  soon  started  one.  He  went  pattering- 
over  the  surface,  and  I  let  him  go  about 
thirty  yards  before  firing.  The  first 
charge  passed  clear  over  him,  as  I  saw 
by  where  it  struck  the  water.  A  second 
coot  started,  and  by  holding  what  would 
have  been  some  distance  too  low  for  the 
gun  I  had  previously  used,  I  killed  him. 
The  way  the  bird  gave  up  suggested 
that  the  baffling  gun  was  a  rare  good 
one  if  held  aright. 

Another  coot  was  presently  routed 
out,  and  I  allowed  him  to  go  as  far  as 
one  could  expect  the  best  gun  made 
to  prove  effective.  At  the  report  he 
dropped  as  dead  as  the  others.  This 
shot  really  surprised  me,  for  the  best 
gam  I  had  ever  handled  could  not  have 
done  better.  I  tried  once  more  to  make 
sure  and  scored  as  neat  a  long-range 
kill  as  is  to  my  credit.  I  felt  that  I  had 
now  caught  the  hang  of  the  thing,  and 
started  toward  the  shanty. 

D had  ceased  shooting  some  little 

time  before,  and  I  saw  him  struggling- 
under   his    heavy   burden    of   duck.     I 


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went  to  meet  him,  anJ  relieved  him  of 
half  his  handicap,  which  was  no  joke  in 
such  footing.  He  was  very  warm,  but 
so  satisfied  that  he  f(jrbore  quizzing  me 
further  about  my  wretched  performance. 

When  he  asked  what  I  had  done  by 
the  river,  I  replied  :  "  Killed  a  few  coot, 
settled  a  troublesome  question,  and 
proved  that  I  have  got  hold  of  as  good 
a  gun  as  I  want  to  own." 

He  smiled  incredulously,  and  said  : 
^'  Well,  it  may  be  so,  but  she's  famous  as 
a  misser  as  well  as  a  kicker.  They 
didn't  tell  you  about  that  part  of  it,  but 
nobody  was  ever  known  to  hit  anything 
with  that  gun,  except  by  a  fluke." 

"  Wait  till  the  evening  flight  and  learn 
different,"  I  replied.     He  did. 

We  caught  a  few  fish  during  the  after- 
noon and  idled  about  killing  time.  A 
Frenchman  passed  us  in  his  canoe,  and 
from  him  we  learned  that  a  good  flight 
toward  Long  Pond  began  about  sun- 
down. When  the  first  fowl  appeared  they 
showed  us  the  general  line  of  the  flight, 
.and  we  hurried  to  the  best  positions. 
Three  black  duck  gave  me  my  first 
fair  chance,  and  the  way  they  tumbled 

was  a  caution.     D killed  one   of  the 

trio,  and  I  pulled  down  the  others  after 
he  had  got  through  shooting.  This 
brought  an  emphatic  note  of  approval 
from  him,  and  more  followed.  The 
flight  only  lasted  about  twenty  minutes, 
but  it  seemed  as  if  I  could  not  miss. 
Nine  fine  duck  were  scored  without  a 
mistake  before  the  light  failed. 

Then  the  night -herons  and  short- 
eared  owls  appeared,  and.  we  watched 


their  ghost-like  flights  for  a  few  mo- 
inents.  Darkness  closed  about  us  and 
only  the  paling  crimson  of  the  western 
sky-line  allowed  us  to  see  anything.  As 
we  turned  to  go  we  heard  a  startling  hum- 
ming, and  a  single  teal  showed  against 
the  red.  He  was  going  like  a  bullet, 
and  perhaps  forty  yards  away.  To  level 
and  pull  was  the  work  of  the  briefest 
space  of  time.  The  teal  shot  ahead  with 
its  own  immense  speed  and  fell  thirty 
yards  at  least  from  where  the  shot  had 
overtaken  it. 

'•  By    George  !  "   said    D ,    "  that's 

worth  all  the  misses.  I'll  gather  that 
bird  just  to  see  how  far  away  it  was." 

He  got  the  blue- wing,  with  Jess's 
assistance,  and  brought  it  to  me. 

When  we  reached  the  shanty  the 
mosquitoes  were  so  annoying  that  we 
bundled  everything  into  the  canoe,  and 
paddled  t;p-stream  for  five  miles  to  a 
farmhouse,  where  we  knew  a  hearty 
welcome  awaited  us. 

For  several  seasons  after  I  used  that 
gun  on  all  kinds  of  game,  and  did  better 
average  shooting  with  it  than  with  those 
I  have  tried  since.  I  got  it  for  nothing, 
and  have  always  regretted  parting  with 
it,  which  I  did  when  I  found  another 
which  certainly  was  much  hancisomer 
and  more  expensive,  and  which  I  fan- 
cied would  give  me  more  effective  serv- 
ice at  the  traps.  The  only  peculiarity 
about  the  gun  was  its  very  straight  stock. 

It  well  deserved  D 's  last  opinion 

of  it :  "  It's  fooled  a  good  many,  but  it's 
really  a  rattler  when  one  has  caught  the 
trick  of  using  it."' 


CUFllO'f    Tf^NOIEi^c 


THE  pedals  flew,  the 
rubber  rim 
Spun    round    and    on. 
The  very  brim 
Of   Summer's   joy   flowed   full 

and  sweet 
For    two     young    hearts    that 
throbbing  beat, 
J.  And  Cupid's   fluttering    wings 

/  were  spread 

%         Whe-C  swift  their  tandem  sprang  and 
sped. 
With  quickening  breath  and  shining  eyes 
He  saw  the  glowing  color  rise 
In  waves  upon  her  rounded  cheek. 


He  bent  his  head  close  down  to  speak 
Four  words  that  only  lovers  know. 
He  whispered  low — "  I  love  you  so." 
But  Cupid  heard  them  overhead  ; 
They  floated  off,  they  spread  and  spreao 
Till  all  the  hills  and  valleys  thrilled  ; 
"  I  love  you  so,"  the  birds  all  trilled. 
While  on  and  on  the  tandem  whirled  ; 
But  Cupid,  with  his  wings  unfurled, 
Kept  pace  above  ;  he,  too,  must  hear 
Her  answer  in  her  lover's  ear. 
Eye  answered  eye — brown  eyes  and  blue  ; 
Her  mute  reply,  "  I  love  you,  too," 
He  gathered  from  her  trembling  lips. 

M.  Georgia  Ormond. 


OHm  ©F  NnTUiRe^s  o©lp  li/niiicSc 


BY  CHARLES  WHEELER   BARNES. 


WHEN  we  read  of  great  improve- 
ments on  links,  of  steam  rollers, 
of  rocks  blasted,  stone  walls 
laid  low,  and  millions  of  stones 
extracted  from  earth's  surface  by  the 
literal  finger  cf  toil,  we  observe  herein 
the  works  of  the  men — aye,  and  women 
too — who  will  golf 
whether  or  no. 

This  little  essay 
suggests,  by  way  of 
contrast,  one  oc 
nature's  own  links, 
where  winter  holds 
but  a  brief  sway, 
where  rocks  and 
stones  never  trouble 
the  greens  com- 
mittee, where  no- 
body   has    m  on  ey 


t^OijVG  To    1  .r 


TEEIKO    GROUND,    6tH    HOI.K 


finest  of  grass  grows  lawnlike   amidst 
the  sand  dunes. 

He  who  sets  sail  southward  from 
Ryde  Pier  finds  his  first  port  of  refuge 
at  Brading  Haven.  In  the  season  there 
is  a  steamboat  which  makes  this  same 
trip,  and  conveys  you  safely,  slowly, 
and  cheaply. 

The  Haven  is 
mainly  dependent 
on  the  tide  for 
water,  but  there  is 
always  a  straight 
bit  of  entrance  or 
n  a  r  r  o  w  s  across 
which,  even  at  low 
tide,  one  could 
scarcely  wade.  In- 
side the  narrows  the 
water   spreads    out 


enough  to  hire  a 
steam  roller,  and 
where  the  ground 
surface  would  re- 
sent such  forcible 
smoothing.  Happy 
in  climate  and  nat- 
ural adaptation  to 
winter  sports  is  that 
offshoot  of  the  great 
English       South - 

downs  set  in  the  silver  sea,  the  Isle  of 
Wight.  Pleasant  are  the  people  who 
live  upon  its  shores ;  wondrous  the 
flowery  lanes  in  the  early  springtime, 
where  honeysuckle  climbs  and  droops 
over   the   high    walls,    and    where   the 


THE    1ST   HOLE 


THE 


31G  BUNKER. 


over  salt  meadows 
and  washes  nearly 
to  the  roots  of 
grand  old  trees,  but, 
Heaven  be  thanked, 
there  are  no  mos- 
quitoes. 

As  you  enter 
Brading  Haven  you 
notice  to  your  left 
the  hospitable  inn 
at  Bembridge,  and  a  little  farther  on  the 
vine-covered  railway  station  of  the  town. 
Farther  back  the  land  rises  abruptly 
and  displays  to  advantage  Bembridge 
church  spire  silhouetted  against  the 
Downs  of  Bembridge,  rising  still  higher. 


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But  the  view  to  the  right  as  you  enter 
the  harbor  is  more  interesting  to  the 
golfer's  mind.  The  eye  surveys  some 
.seventy-five  or  more  acres  of  peninsula 
dividing  the  waters  of  the  harbor  from 
those  of  the  channel.  The  merry  motto 
■of  Michigan  applies  here  :  "  Si  quseris 
peninsulam  amoenam,  circumspice." 

There  are,  of  course,  other  ways  than 
that  by  water  of  reaching  this  pleasant 
peninsula.  There  is  a  morning  train 
that  starts  from  Ryde  about  9:30  and 
runs  leisurely  to  Brading,the  same  being 
a  station  at  the  head  of  harbor  naviga- 
tion for  punts.  Here  you  wait  the  space 
■of  one  pipe  for  the  branch  train  that  ad- 
vances you  to  Bembridge.  Or,  better 
still,  you  can  take  to  the  bicycle  and  do 
the  trip  overland  from  Ryde,  up  and 
■down  hill,  about  five  miles  to  St.  Helen's. 
St.  Helen's  has  an  old-fashioned  com- 
mon, with  little  rubble  and  stone  houses 
facing  it  all  about,  stra5dng  flocks  of 
geese  waddling  irrationally  upon  it,  and 
.an  assortment  of  baddish  boys  playing 
perpetual  cricket  on  its  smooth,  pleasant 
turf.  The  boys  turn  into  caddies  the 
moment  they  espy  you,  for  Bembridge 
links  are  only  a  quarter  of  a  mile  down 
hill.  It  is  a  grand  coast  on  your  bicycle, 
with  a  sudden  turn  that  lands  you  on 
the  shore  end  of  the  same  peninsula. 

You  get  a  good  view  of  the  links  from 
St.  Helen's,  and  have  time  to  note  the 
emerald  lustre  of  the  fair  green,  the 
dark  patches  of  gorse  spread  upon  it, 
the  white  dazzle  of  the  sand  and  pebble 
beaches,  and  the  noble  expanse  of  the 
great  bunker.  If  5^ou  have  come  via  vSt. 
Helen's  you  can  continue  your  bicycle 
ride  over  the  undulating  surface  of  the 
links  to  the  pavilion. 

Close  by  are  the  modest  structures 
containing  the  lockers  of  the  club  mem- 
bers. A  look  at  the  golf  clubs  within 
these  lockers  is  a  peep  into  antiquity. 
Many  a  baffy,  black  with  age  and  bulky 
•of  form,  contrasts  strangely  with  later 
.and  lighter  arms  of  precision.  In  the 
pavilion  hang  clever  caricatures  of  local 
knights  of  golf.  Here  also  lingers  a 
mellow  smell  as  of  good  old  pipes, 
while  the  array  of  cups,  mugs  and  gob- 
lets of  generous  depth  promises  resto- 
ration to  the  weary  and  consolation  to 
the  vanquished. 

"We  need  step  but  a  few  yards  from 
the  hospitable  door  to  find  ourselves  on 
the  first  tee.  As  we  wait  for  the  pre- 
ceding  pair  to  play  their  seconds  and 


get  out  of  range  we  look  about  us.  To 
the  right  are  sand  dunes  that  contribute 
a  wavy  foreground  to  our  view  of  the 
channel.  Snugly  settled  amid  the  dunes 
is  the  house  of  the  club-maker.  He 
has  in  stock  heads  of  ancient  and  time- 
proven  beech,  such  as  we  do  not  find  in 
the  shops,  for,  did  we  find  them,  we 
shouldn't  be  driven  to  use  dogwood  and 
persimmon.  Just  to  the  left  of  the  line 
of  drive  stands  a  barn  painted  very 
black,  but  marked  in  sundry  spots  where 
pulled  balls  have  encountered  sudden 
rebuff  and  sooty  complexions. 

A  good  drive  of  moderate  length  nets 
an  admirable  lie  in  grass  that  is  the 
model  of  all  golf  vegetation.  A  good 
lie  you  need,  because  the  next  stroke, 
if  pulled,  will  land  you  perchance  in 
the  water  to  the  left  or  on  a  pebbly 
beach  if  the  tide  is  low  ;  and  if  you 
slice  you  will  have  the  first  encounter 
with  gorse  thickets — such  thickets  !  It 
was  your  own  fault  that  hid  your  ball 
in  their  depths,  but  you  will  do  well  to 
let  the  caddy  hunt  for  it.  Woe  to  your 
face,  your  hands  and  clothes  if  you  fol- 
low his  struggles  through  the  maze. 

But  perhaps  your  second  stroke  was  a 
good  one,  and  m  that  case  you  cannot 
fail  to  be  delighted  with  the  huge  put- 
ting green  that  spreads  before  5^011, 
scorning  to  be  measured  in  feet.  You 
might  legitimately  hole  out  from  twenty 
yards  away  with  a  bit  of  luck  and  a  de- 
termination to  be  up.  If  you  are  down  in 
five,  no  one  will  suggest  that  you  ought 
to  have  done  this  360-yard  hole  any  bet- 
ter. As  for  that  gorse,  we  shall  meet  it 
again.  It  is  so  thick  and  high  and  um- 
brageous that  I  have  known  a  whole 
covey  of  golfers  seek  shelter  in  it  from 
a  sudden  thunder-storm.  There  are 
bushy  caves  in  it  that  would  tempt  ad- 
venturous children  to  a  continuous  out- 
door existence — but  for  the  prickles. 

We  have  been  playing,  so  far,  along 
the  westerly  or  inshore  side  of  our 
peninsula,  and  the  second  hole  is  over 
on  the  other  edge,  among  the  sand 
dunes.  We  notice,  as  things  to  be 
avoided,  a  swampy  place  in  the  left 
middle  distance,  and  a  grass  bunker  a 
good  hundred  and  twenty  yards  away 
and  a  bit  to  the  right.  A  couple  of 
hundred  yards  away  and  right  in  the 
line  of  drive  there  lights  up,  if  the  sun 
be  shining,  the  white  face  of  a  sandy 
precipice,  and  so  we  make  acquaintance 
at  long  range  with  the  great  bunker. 


ONE   OF  NATURE'S   GOLF  LINKS. 


623 


We  will  play  a  trifle  to  the  left,  for 
fear  we  might  drive  the  200  yards  and 
land  in  that  bunker.  Following-  the 
■drive,  a  three-quarter  iron  shot  lands  us 
•on  a  rolling  green  amidst  the  sand  hills, 
.and  we  hole  out  in  four  with  a  good 
conscience. 

The  caddy  now  leads  us  back  a  few 
steps  towards  the  pavilion,  but  parallel- 
ing the  beach,  to  the  third  tee.  It  is  at 
■one  end  of  the  great  bunker,  just  at  the 
top  of  the  precipice  before  mentioned. 
Not  that  there  is  any  danger  of  falling 
over  here,  for  the  total  height  cannot 
•exceed  twenty  feet,  but  it  has  been  suf- 
ficient for  golfing  purposes.  The  drive 
crosses  the  great  bunker  in  the  direction 
of  its  length,  something  over  a  htmdred 
yards,  and,  if  pulled,  the  ball  will  lie 
pleasantly  bunkered  on  the  fine  beach 
sand  ;  if  sliced,  it  may  repose  in  the 
grass  bunker  ;  if  short,  in  the  bosom  of 
the  great  bunker.  If  driven  true  and 
far,  a  good  lie  will  be  the  reward,  and  a 
cleek  shot  will  lay  you  once  more  on 
a  smooth  but  undulating  green,  where 
you  have  the  chance  of  that  excellent 
achievement,  a  curly  put,  A  five  ought 
to  satisfy  your  ambition. 

Now  we  are  to  tackle  the  long  hole. 
It  looks  a  very  long  one  as  we  survey 
the  distance  to  the  scarcely  discernible 
rag  that  just  flutters  in  the  light  breeze. 
We  are  on  the  dunes,  and  if  we  don't 
keep  our  eyes  well  down  on  the  ball 
the  glint  of  the  waves  will  get  into 
them.  If  the  time  of  year  is  right 
there's  almost  certain  to  be  some  gal- 
lant yacht  rounding  to  take  her  home- 
ward course  to  Cowes  or  Ryde  or  Ports- 
mouth. Or,  if  the  Channel  fleet  has 
been  summoned  to  a  demonstration, 
we  may  be  treated  to  the  view  of  thirty 
great  warships  pulling  at  their  anchors 
and  swaying  with  the  tide. 

But  this  is  not  to  play  golf.  Let  us 
see.  Far  along  to  the  right  of  the  line 
of  drive  runs  the  crumbly  edge  of  the 
great  bunker.  To  the  left  yawns  the 
grass  bunker.  We  must  harden  our 
hearts  and  trust  to  one  of  those  inspired 
drives  that  keep  just  the  line  we  in- 
tend, and  that  will  give  us  the  choice 
of  lying  with  our  second  on  this,  or  on 
the  farther  side  of  some  more  gorse. 
'Tis  a  mighty  second  that  clears  it,  and 
even  then  the  fighting  is  not  done. 
There  needs  a  long  and  straight  ap- 
proach if  we  are  to  get  a  five,  though 
the  green  be  broad  and  true.     But  we 


are  not  playing  Bogey,  and  if  our  oppo- 
nent has  got  a  six,  let  us  be  content  to 
halve  in  the  like  and  betake  ourselves 
to  the  short  hole,  the  fifth. 

The  thing  that  mars  perfect  enjoy- 
ment of  this  hole  is  the  chance  of  over- 
driving it ;  and  you  must  get  your  ball 
away  clean,  too,  for  most  of  the  way  to 
the  hole  is  a  tangle  of  gorse.  We  have 
but  a  hundred  and  fifty  yards  to  trav- 
erse, but  ninety  of  them  must  be  well 
lofted.  It  is  a  hole  requiring  judgment 
of  strength,  and  when  we  have  decided 
on  our  driving  mashie,  or  our  cleek,  and 
have  made  a  clean  stroke,  wx  may  mend 
our  score  with  a  three,  or  maybe  even 
a  two.  The  putting  green  is  immense 
and  smooth  and  true,  but  a  ball  that 
pitches  on  it  full  from  tee  will  be  apt  to 
scurry  across  like  a  frightened  rabbit 
and  hide  in  a  foot-deep  rut. 

At  right  angles  to  the  short  hole  lies 
the  way  to  the  sixth,  which  is  neither 
long  nor  short,  but  of  a  sort  that  takes 
accurate  play  and  good  judgment.  A 
long  drive  brings  you  back  to  a  point 
midway  of  the  great  bunker,  and  the 
hole  is  just  beyond  the  end  of  it,  deftly 
placed  amid  the  dunes.  The  question 
is,  will  you  take  a  second  with  the  brassie 
and  play  straight,  or  will  you  avoid  the 
chance  of  a  ruinous  top  and  be  content 
to  lie  somewhere  near  the  green.  It 
may  depend  on  what  your  opponent  has 
done,  supposing  him  to  have  played. 
If  the  initiative  is  yours,  you  may  let 
your  lie  determine  the  question.  That 
is  just  what  makes  such  a  good  hole  of 
this  sixth.  Rarely  can  you  get  a  four, 
and  more  than  five  is  bad. 

Let  us  go  on  to  the  seventh  tee  and 
try  to  carry  the  carriage-road  that  winds 
its  twin  ruts,  a  double  danger,  some  one 
hundred  and  thirty  yards  away.  Our 
direction  is  straight  for  a  boat  yard  that 
gives  its  name  to  the  hole,  and  our  sec- 
ond is  likely  to  be  played  from  a  de- 
batable country  where  tee  shots  from 
eight  and  nine  are  apt  to  alight.  It  is 
of  this  hazard  spot  that  Mr.  Hutchinson 
feelingly  writes,  "  A  noble  putting  greeij 
gives  you  a  chance  for  a  well-played 
four-hole." 

The  eighth  hole  is  not  up  to  the  aver- 
age, and  might  almost  be  left  out  did  it 
not  serve  to  connect  the  seventh  green 
and  the  ninth  tee.  It  is  a  four  hole  for 
Bogey. 

Now  comes  the  ninth.  Here  you  part 
company  for  a  time  with  your  caddy, 


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who  gladly  becomes  forecaddy  for  the 
nonce.  You  and  your  opponent  follow 
a  winding-  path  until  you  reach  a  tee 
embowered  in  one  of  the  thickest 
patches  of  gorse  on  the  links.  You 
must  wait  here  until  your  caddy  yells, 
for  you  cannot  see  where  your  ball  will 
drop,  and,  as  it  will  lie  in  the  debatable 
country  if  it  goes  off  clean,  you  want  to 
be  sure  that  you  do  not  voluntarily  con- 
tribute to  the  dangers  of  that  risky 
neighborhood.  But  your  caddy  does 
not  mind  what  risks  you  take,  as  he  is 
hurrying  at  this  point  because  he  likes 
to  get  back  to  the  home  green,  partic- 
ularly if  you  are  playing  your  second 
nine  holes.  If  the  sun  hangs  low  in  the 
heavens  he  wants  to  take  a  swim,  and 
he  also  wants  to  look  at  the  color  of 
your  money.  At  any  rate,  it  is  here 
that  you  may  forfeit  the  esteem  of  fel- 
low golfers  ahead.  No  amount  oE  ex- 
planation or  excuse  will  quite  clear 
your  own  conscience  if  you  drive  into 
them,  and  the  other  party,  though  he 
forgive,  will  still  not  forget.  But  what 
if  you  don't  get  your  ball  away  at  all,  or 
if  it  strikes  one  of  those  tough  and  wiry 
boughs.  Then  there  is  a  noise  of  flop- 
ping and  breaking  and  then  an  oppor- 
tunity for  self-control.     Another  good 


ball  gone,  not  to  be  recovered  until  you 
are  off  the  links.  But  you  may  have  it 
offered  to  you  next  time  as  a  good  bar- 
gain, for  sixpence.  I  trust  you  will  re- 
fuse to  buy. 

After  a  charming  day's  play  you  re- 
turn homeward  by  road  or  railway.  If 
the  latter,  you  take  a  train  more  uncer- 
tain of  gait  and  connections  than  per- 
haps anywhere  off  the  otherwise  favored 
island,  and  you  will  be  apt  to  express 
your  opinion  of  monopolies.  But  you 
have  been  well  repaid  for  your  trouble, 
especially  if  your  "  estimated "  score 
falls  below  ninety.  The  links  take  a 
lot  of  playing,  and  good  players  hail 
from  there. 

There  is  a  good  bit  of  roj^alty  about 
the  isle — the  Queen's  castle  of  Os- 
borne, the  royal  forest,  the  Royal  Vic- 
toria Yacht  Cliib,  etc.  It  is  the  Royal 
Isle  of  Wight  Golf  Club  which  disports 
itself  on  Bembridge  Links,  but  the  links 
need  no  title,  for  they  are  de  piir  sang, 
and  nature  has  so  laid  them  out  that  the 
game  might  have  been  invented  there 
by  force  of  suggestion.  They  might  be 
a  trifle  more  roomy,  but  no  one  who 
plays  there  seems  to  long  for  greater 
or  more  pleasant  variety  than  these 
nine  holes  afford. 


JtX^    LaOYc 


ROBE  of  rose  and  scarf  of  blue, 
Silken  linings  glinting  through, 
Soft  and  new, 
Glisten  at  her  every  stir, 
Tremble  at  the  touch  of  her. 
While  the  dancing  sunlight  weaves 
Garlands  on  the  flowing  sleeves, 
And  the  arms  of  ivory  too, 
Half  in  view. 


Nay  !    The  rich-breathed  Orient 
Never  such  rare  charms  hath  lent 

As  are  spent 
In  the  shining  of  her  eyes, 
In  the  rare  and  rosy  dyes 
Mingling  with  the  lilies  meek 
In  the  freshness  of  her  cheek  ; 
Nature  sees  and  is  content- 
Well  content. 


Is  it  some  fair  Japanese, 
Wafted  by  the  wayward  breeze 

O'er  the  seas, 
Standing,  still  and  smiling,  there, 
Ivory  bodkins  in  her  hair. 
With  her  quaint,  square  parasol. 
Tiny  slippers,  fan  and  all, 
Come  to  us  across  the  seas. 

Formed  to  please  ? 


Mailed  knight  of  haughty  crest, 

Grieving  still  in  love's  unrest, 
Gone  a  quest 

All  the  weary  world  around. 

Never  fairer  lady  found. 

And  I  claim  her  for  mine  own 

In  her  bright  perfection — 

Daughter  of  the  dawning  West- 
Fairest— best. 

M.  McNeal. 


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OUTING'S  M^^NTHLY  REVIEW 


OF 


AMATEUR  SPORTS  AND  PASTIMES. 


YACHTING. 


THE    AMERICAS    CUP. 


UTING  "  has  the  pleas- 
ant duty  of  chroni- 
cling the  receipt  of  a 
challenge  for  the 
America's  Cup  from  the 
Royal  Ulster  Yacht  Club 
of  Belfast,  Ireland,  on  be- 
half of  Sir  Thomas  John- 
Lipton,  Irish  by  birth,  Scotch 
early  training  and  cosmopolite 
general  principles.  The  craft 
in  question  is  to  be  a  90-foot  cut- 
ler, designed  by  William  Fife,  Jr.,  of  Fairlee- 
on-the-Clyde,  built  by  Harlan  I.  Wolff,  of  Bel- 
fast, and  sailed  in  all  probability  by  William 
O'Neil,  the  famous  Irish  racing  skipper.  At 
the  time  this  is  being  written,  there  is  every 
probability  of  the  negotiations  resulting  in  a 
race,  and  the  good  news  has  aroused  much 
entk'usiasm  in  the  yachting  world. 

THE    TRIAL    RACES    OF    THE    20-F00TERS. 

The  usual  trial  races  of  the  20-footers,  the  ob- 
ject of  which  was  to  select  a  champion  to  do 
battle  for  the  Seawanhaka  International  Chal- 


lenge Cup,  now  held  by  the  Royal  St.  Lawrence 
Yacht  Club,  of  Montreal,  began  in  Oyster  Bay, 
Long  Island  Sound,  on  July  nth.  The  trophy 
in  question  was  offered  by  the  club  for  inter- 
national competition  in  1895,  the  type  of  boat 
being  a  15-footer,  erroneously  denominated  a 
half-rater.  The  Minima  Yacht  Club,  of  Lon- 
don, chose  for  its  challenger  Spruce  IV.,  owned 
by  Mr.  J.  Arthur  Brand.  The  Seawanhaka 
Corinthian  Yacht  Club  selected  Ethelwynn  to 
defend  the  cup.  The  American  boat  was 
successful. 

In  1S96  the  Royal  Canadian  Yacht  Club,  of 
Montreal,  challenged,  with  Glencairti,  a  par- 
ticularly able  and  fast  15-footer,  designed  and 
sailed  by  Mr.  G.  H.  Duggan,  one  of  the  best 
handlers  of  small  craft  in  Canada.  The  de- 
fender, picked  out  of  quite  a  fleet  of  competi- 
tors, was  El  Heirie,  designed  by  Mr.  Clinton 
H.  Crane,  of  Boston.  The  Canuck  boat  won" 
three  straight  victories  with  ease,  and  took  the 
trophy  back  with  her  to  the  Dominion. 

In  1897  Mr.  Crane  brought  out  two  boats, 
Momo  and  A  lank  a,  which  the  Seawanhaka 
Race  Committee  picked  out  as  the  best  of  sev- 
eral  competitors.     Mr.  Crane  was  told  to  use 


THE    SELECTED    20- FOOTER    "SEAWANHAKA. 


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his  own  judgment  as  to  which  boat  he  selected 
to  race  against  Glencairfi  II.,  Mr.  Duggan's 
creation.  He  decided  on  Monio.  It  should  be 
mentioned  that  both  clubs  had  agreed  that  20- 
footers  should  be  the  type  of  boat  to  race  for 
the  cup,  and  the  competing  craft  were  both 
built  to  come  within  that  class.  How  the  con- 
test was  sailed,  how  Momo  won  one  race  and 
Glencairn  II.  the  three  following,  was  admi- 
rably told  in  Outing  for  October,  1897,  by  Mr. 
John  P.  Roche.  The  former  contests  are 
merely  referred  to  here  for  the  convenience  of 
readers  who  may  not  be  cognizant  of  the  pre- 
vious history  of  the  only  international  yachting 
match  of  this  year. 

The  contestants  with  ambitious  aspirations 
toward  meeting  the  Canadian  champion  of  1898 
were  as  follows  :  The  Seawanhaka,  designed 
by  Clinton  H.  Crane,  who  sailed  her.  His  crew 
were  Harry  M.  Crane,  Sherman  Hoyt  and 
Louis  J.  Stackpole.  She  is  31  feet  over  all,  17 
feet  3  inches  on  the  water-line,  with  8  feet  beam 
and  6  inches  draught  with  centerboard  up. 

The  Cicada,  also  designed  by  Mr.  Crane,  is 
32  feet  over  all,  17  feet  5  inches  on  the  water- 
line,  with  a  beam  of  7  feet  6  inches  and  6  inches 
draught.  She  is  owned  by  Mr.  H.  L.  Eno,  who 
acted  as  skipper,  assisted  by  R.  Labrouisse, 
Dr.  J.  B.  SoUey  and  a  sailor. 

The  Gold  Bug,  a  nondescript  kind  of  a  freak, 
looking  like  a  cross  between  a  coffin  and  a 
watermelon,  was  designed  and  built  by  Mr. 
Clapham,  of  Roslyn,  L.  I.,  and  was  sailed  by 
Mr.  C.  D.  Mallory,  assisted  by  Mr.  W.  J.  Tongue. 

The  Asthore,'a.  last  year's  craft,  designed  by 
Mr.  Charles  Olmstead,  entered  as  a  sort  of 
pace-maker.  She  was  sailed  by  Mr.  F.  Bowne 
Jones,  assisted  by  Messrs.  George  Clark  and  C. 
F.  Somerville. 

The  Akabo,  owned  by  Mr.  Clark  A.  Miller, 
of  New  Rochelle,  w^as  designed  and  built  by 
"  Larry  "  Huntington.  She  is  31  feet  long  over 
all,  17  feet  3  inches  on  the  water-line,  8  feet 
beam  and  6  inches  draught  without  board.  She 
was  sailed  by  "Leff  "  Huntington,  assisted  by 
T.  L.  Howard,  Stanley  Seaman  and  "  Larry" 
Huntington,  her  designer. 

FIRST    TRIAL    RACE,    MONDAY,  JULY    IITH. 

Several  of  the  new  Seawanhaka  knockabouts 
were  drifting  idly  about  in  the  harbor,  and  by 
their  wholesome  and  seaworthy  appearance 
showed  up  in  admirable  contrast  to  the  queer- 
looking  quintet  of  starters.  It  had  been  ar- 
ranged that  Course  No.  i  should  be  sailed,  the 
starting-point  being  Centre  Island  buoy,  and 
thence  to  a  markboat  anchored  two  nautical 
miles  distant  and  return,  course  to  be  sailed 
over  three  times,  making  a  total  distance  of 
twelve  nautical  miles. 

The  Race  Committee,  composed  of  Oliver 
E.  Cromwell,  Charles  W.  Wetmore  and  Walter 
C.  Kerr,  decided  earlj^  in  the  day  that  the  boats 
should  be  stopped  at  the  end  of  each  round, 
thus  making  two  or  three  short  races,  accord- 
ing to  wind  and  weather,  instead  of  sailing  one 
long  twelve-mile  race.  By  this  means  the 
committee  hoped  to  "  get  a  better  line  "  on  the 
merits  of  the  contestants.  Owing  to  the  direc- 
tion of  the  light  air  the  start  was  from  a  stake- 
boat  anchored  two  miles  northeast  of  the  Cen- 
tre Island  buoy,  which  on  this  occasion  was 
made  available  as  a  turning-point. 


Thither  the  five  boats  were  towed,  and 
started  in  alight  air,  their  times  being:  Akaho, 
2:55:40;  Seawanhaka,  2:56:08;  Cicada,  2:56:52; 
Asthore,  2:57:25;  Gold  Bug,  2:58:00.  Then 
ensued  one  of  the  dreariest  drifts  on  record. 
Gold  Bug  soon  withdrew,  as  it  was  apparent 
that  she  was  not  a  success  as  a  drifter.  The 
air  was  variable,  but  it  generally  blew  right 
up  and  down  the  mast.'  At  4h.  35m.  the  race 
was  declared  off  for  the  day,  as  it  was  clear 
that  the  craft  could  not  complete  the  course  in 
the  time  limit. 

Nothing  of  the  slightest  value  was  learned 
by  the  committee  in  relation  to  the  merits  of 
the  boats, 

SECOND    TRIAL  RACE,  TUESDAY,   JtTLY   I2TH. 

A  piping  breeze  from  east-northeast  that 
playfully  ruffled  the  blue  bosom  of  the  Sound 
caused  rejoicings  in  Seawanhaka  Harbor  on 
this,  the  day  appointed  for  the  second  trial  race. 

Close  in  the  wake  of  the  club  launch,  convey- 
ing the  members  of  the  Race  Committee,  fol- 
lowed Seawanhaka,  Cicada  and  Asthore,  all 
with  close  reefs  in  their  mainsails  and  the  tini- 
est spitfire  jibs  you  ever  set  eyes  on.  As  \h&y 
emerged  from  the  shelter  of  the  harbor  they 
heeled  over  to  the  full  force  of  the  rather  puffy 
breeze  and  began  to  scoop  water  aboard  with 
their  remarkable  snouts.  (No  sailor  could  pos- 
sibly call  those  things  bows.)  All  hands  soon 
got  christened  with  spray,  for,  to  give  the  devils 
their  due,  they  shipped  no  green  seas,  or  solid 
water,  as  seamen  call  it. 

When  the  launch  took  up  her  positiott  near 
the  mark  all  hands  craned  their  necks  in  search 
of  "  Larry  "  Huntington's  Akabo,  or  Peekaboo, 
as  some  nautical  wag  had  nicknamed  her.  She 
was  nowhere  in  sight,  and  various  speculations 
were  indulged  in  concerning  her  whereabouts. 
The  Race  Committee,  being  a  businesslike 
organization,  determined  that  there  was  no  ex- 
cuse for  her  failure  to  put  in  an  appearance, 
and  consequently  gave  the  preparatory  signal 
at  i2h.  30m.  Five  minutes  later  the  starting 
whistle  blew  and  Asthore  darted  across  the 
line,  with  Cicada  close  astern.  The  committee 
noticed  that  there  was  something  wrong  with 
Seawanhaka,  and  then  came  a  hail  from  her 
skipper,  who  yelled  that  his  mainsheet  had  part- 
ed and  asked  time  for  repairs.  This  was  grant 
ed,  and  Asthore  and  Cicada  were  recalled. 

The  course  was  two  miles  dead  to  windward 
and  return,  and  as  soon  as  the  mainsheet  had 
been  spliced  aboard  Seawanhaka  the  real  start 
was  made,  with  Cicada  in  the  lead,  chased  by 
Asthore,  with  Seawanhaka  last.  The  leaders 
stood  out  to  sea  on  the  starboard  tack,  while 
Seawanhaka  made  a  board  toward  the  Long 
Island  shore,  thus  dodging  the  weight  of  the 
sea  and  the  strength  of  the  tide  that  was  set- 
ting to  the  westward  with  considerable  force. 

Everybody  thought  Akabo  would  not  start, 
but  they  made  a  mistake.  Up  she  came  to  the 
scratch,  shaving  the  markboat  with  a  handi- 
cap of  2m.  43s.,  and  scooting  along  with  rajre 
speed  after  Seawanhaka.  Cicada  by  this  time 
had  got  a  good  start  of  Asthore,  whose  center- 
board  had  got  foul  of  the  markboat's  anchor 
rope.  These  two,  realizing  that  the  water  was 
smoother  and  the  tide  less  like  a  mill-race  in 
shore,  went  about  and  stood  on  the  starboard 
tack  hunting  the  land. 


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And  now  it  was  seen  that  Akabo  was  making 
the  fight  of  her  Hfe.  Bravely  and  sturdily  she 
ate  her  way  to  windward  in  the  two-mile  beat 
along  the  beach.  Swiftly  and  surely  she  gained 
on  Seawatihakay  materially  reducing  her  heavy 
handicap  every  short  tack  she  made.  "Leff" 
Huntington  was  at  the  tiller  and  displayed  both 
tact  and  skill  in  the  handling  of  his  brother's 
fantastic  craft.  Soon  it  was  a  moot  question  as 
to  which  boat,  Seaivatihaka  or  Akabo,  would 
be  first  to  round  the  outer  mark.  Cicada  was 
in  disgrace,  the  old  Asthore  having  given  her 
a  downright  good  drubbing  in  the  stiff  little 
windward  tussle. 

And  then  the  experts  got  out  their  watches 
and  pencils  and  prepared  to  do  a  little  figuring. 
Seawan/iaka  }ust  saved  her  bacon,  rounding 
the  outer  mark  17s.  in  advance  of  Akabo,  mak- 
ing a  pretty  turn  and  easing  off  her  mainsheet 
handsomely  and  pointing  her  ugly  prow  home- 
ward. Akabo  made  an  equally  good  turn,  but 
a  big  sea  caught  her  under  the  counter  just  as 
she  got  dead  before  the  wind  and  lifted  it  so 
high  that  she  buried  her  snout  under  the  water 
like  a  pig  rooting  in  a  trough,  until  it  looked  as 
if  she  was  going  to  dive  to  the  bottom.  Quick 
as  a  flash,  the  crew  shifted  aft,  and  thus  lifted 
her  bow  out  of  danger.  In  this  connection  it 
may  tie  laid  down  as  an  axiom  that  one  should 
be  more  or  less  of  a  circus  acrobat  if  he  aspires 
to  sail  one  of  these  freaks  with  any  degree 
of  success.  Whenever  it  breezes  up  the  modern 
20-footer  begins  to  misbehave.  Like  a  bucking 
bronco  in  the  ring,  she  is  provocative  of  un- 
limited fun  to  the  amused  spectator,  but  a  well 
full  of  woe  to  the  unhappy  amateur  rider. 

Spinnakers  were  smartly  set  to  port  on  all  the 
craft,  and  the  run  to  the  home  mark  was  speedily 
achieved. 

Seawankaka,  before  the  wind,  is  very  fast, 
so  fast,  indeed,  that  Akabo  couldn't  catch  her, 
and  so  it  came  to  pass  that  the  yachts  finished 
in  the  same  order  as  the  outer  markboat  was 
rounded.     The  official  time  follows  . 


Elapsed 
Finish.        Time. 


Outer 
Start.  Mark. 

H.  M.  S.         H.  M.  S.       H.  M.  S.      H.  M.   S. 

Seawanhaka 12:50:22  1:30:53  1:46:20  — 55:58 

Akabo 12:52:43  1:31:10  1:47:15  —54:32 

Asthore 12:50:18  1:32:28  1:52:45  1:02:27 

Cicada 12:50:14  1:36:10  1:53:20  1:02:06 

Thus  Akabo  beat  Seawanhaka  im.  26s.  In 
windward  work  she  gained  2m.  4s.  on  Seawan- 
haka, while  she  lost  38s.  to  Seawanhaka  down 
the  wind.  "Leff"  Huntington  had  sailed  a 
very  plucky  race  indeed,  and  great  credit  was 
his. 

There  was  next  a  short  interval  for  refresh- 
ments, and  while  the  well-drenched  crews  were 
stowing  away  sandwiches  in  their  lower  holds, 
and  filling  up  the  cavities  between  with  liquid 
stores,  the  wind  lessened  considerably  and  the 
water  grew  smoother.  When  the  signal  to 
start  the  second  race  of  the  day  was  made 
there  was  a  little  southerly  trend  in  the  breeze, 
sufficient,  indeed,  to  make  the  course  to  the 
outer  mark  a  short  leg  in  to  the  beach  and  a 
long  reach  up  the  shore,  instead  of  a  dead 
hammer-and-tongs  beat  in  the  very  teeth  of 
the  breeze,  as  the  first  had  been.  So  Seawan- 
haka had  a  favorable  opportunity  to  redeem 
her  reputation.  She  got  the  best  of  the  start, 
romping  off  first,  twenty-one  seconds  before 
Akabo,  which  was  the  last  to  get  off,  Asthore 


and  Cicada  both  preceding  her.  In  the  beat 
to  the  outer  mark  Akabo  gained  six  seconds 
on  Seazuatthaka,  but  the  latter  ran  home  forty- 
seven  seconds  faster  than  Akabo.  Coming 
back,  all  but  Asthore  set  balloon  jibs.  The 
summary  : 


Asthore 

Seawanhaka. 

Cicada 2:15:17 

Akabo 2:15:26 


Start. 

H.  M.  S. 

2:15:05 

:i5:o5 


s. 


Outer 

Mark. 
H.  M 
2:57:40 
2:53:30 
2:54:50 
2:53:45 


Finish. 

II.  M.  S. 
3:16:02 
3:08:36 

3:11:39 
3:09:38 


Elapsed 
Time. 

H.  M.  S. 
1:00:57 

—  53:31 

—  56:22 

—  54:22 


In  the  third  race  Asthore  did  not  start. 
Akabo  gained  im.  39s.  on  Seawanhaka  to 
windward,  but  lost  34s.  before  the  wind.  The 
summary 

Elapsed 

Time. 
H.  M.  S. 
—  48:30 


Start. 
H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka 3:22:54 

Cicada 3:23:22 

Akabo 3:23:31 


Otiter 
Mark. 
H.  M.  S. 
3:56:22 
3:56:41 
3:55:20 


Finish. 

H.  M.  S 

4: 11:24 

4:12:40        — 49:18 

4:10:56        —47:25 


By  a  little  calculation  it  will  be  found  that  in 
the  three  races  Akabo  gained  3m.  49s.  on  Sea- 
wafthaka  on  windward  work,  and  Seawan- 
haka gained  im.  59s.  on  Akabo  while  running 
down  the  wind.  This  leaves  a  net  gain  of  im. 
50s.  in  favor  of  Akabo  in  the  three  races. 

It  seemed  to  be  the  consensus  of  opinion  that 
Akabo  had  proved  herself  to  be  a  rattling  good 
boat  at  beating  against  a  strong  breeze.  In 
running,  however,  she  was  not  so  fast  as  Sea- 
wanhaka. Cicada  did  not  show  up  as  well  as 
her  friends  expected. 

THIRD    TRIAL   RACE,  JULY    15TH. 

On  this  occasion  there  was  considerable 
delay  at  the  start,  a  heedless  member  of 
Akabo's  crew  having  thrown  a  lighted  cigar 
stump  on  the  silken  mainsail,  burning  a  hole 
big  enough  to  crawl  through  before  the  fire 
was  discovered  and  extinguished.  The  Race 
Committee  gave  Akabo  the  necessary  time  to 
bend  the  cotton  duck  mainsail,  and  in  the  in- 
terest of  fair  play  Seawa7ihaka  and  Cicada 
shifted  their  silk  attire  to  ordinary  everyday 
duck.  This  little  matter  having  been  satis- 
factorily settled  the  boats  were  started.  The 
course  was  a  triangle  of  four  nautical  miles,  a 
mile  and  a  third  to  a  leg,  the  starting  line  being 
off  the  Center  Island  channel  buoy.  There  was 
a  nice  little  sailing  breeze  from  the  northwest, 
making  the  first  leg  a  close  stretch  on  the  port 
tack,  the  second  leg  a  run  with  spinnakers  to 
port,  and  the  third  leg  a  close  reach  on  the 
port  tack. 

The  preparatory  signal  was  made  at  ih.  45m., 
the  start  being  as  follows  :  Seawatihaka, 
1:50:04;  Cicada,  1:50:09;  Akabo,  1:50:17.  It 
did  not  take  Akabo  long  to  pass  Cicada  and 
Seawanhaka  on  this  first  leg,  and  she  gybed 
round  the  mark  first,  with  Seawanhaka  second 
and  Cicada  last.  Spinnakers  were  set  to  star- 
board on  the  second  leg  to  the  mark  off  Lloyd's 
Point,  but  Akabo' s  had  a  bad  turn  in  the  head 
of  the  sail  that  prevented  it  from  exercising  the 
full  strength  of  its  pulling  power.  While  Sea- 
wanhaka was  engaged  in  the  pleasing  occupa- 
tion of  blanketing  and  '^a.^^vn^  Akabo,  Cicada 
sneaked  past  the  fighting  pair  and  rounded 
the  second  mark  first,  Seawanhaka  being  sec- 
ond and  Akabo  last.  On  the  final  leg  Sea- 
wanhaka regained  the  lead  and  held  it  to  the 
finish.     The  summary  follows  : 


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First  Second  Elapsed 

Mark.  Mam.  Finish.  Time. 

H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S.  H    M.  S.  H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka. ..  .2:00:43  2:14:57  2:3o:4g  — 4^:45 

Cicada 2:00:56  2:14:48  2:31:21  — 41:12 

Akabo 2:00:02  2:15:00  2:31:55  — 41:38 

On  the  first  leg  Akabo  gained  54s.  on  Sea- 
wanhaka and  5gs.  on  Cicada.  On  the  second 
leg  Cicada  gained  22s.  on  Seawajihaka  and 
im.  6s.  on  Akabo,  while  Seawanhaka  gained 
44s.  on  Akabo.  On  the  last  leg  Seawanhaka 
gained  im.  3s.  on  Akabo  and  41s  on  Cicada, 
while  Cicada  gained  22s.  on  Akabo.  Thus 
Seawatihaka  beat  Cicada  27s.  actual  time  and 
Akabo  53s.,  while  Cicada  beat  Akabo  26s. 

The  second  race  was  started  at  2:55,  the 
course  being  reversed,  making  the  first  leg  a 
broad  reach  with  the  wind  on  the  port  side,  a 
beat  to  the  outer  mark  and  another  broad  reach 
to  the  finish.  Seawanhaka  led  at  the  start, 
but  was  soon  passed  by  Cicada  and  Akabo. 
On  the  beat  to  the  windward  mark  Seawaji- 
haka carried  away  the  strut  of  her  mast  and 
withdrew.  Akabo  soon  got  to  windward  of 
Cicada,  and  continued  to  increase  her  lead  to 
the  finish.     The  summary  : 

First  Second  Elapsed 

Mark.  Mark.  Finish.  Time. 

H.  M.  S.  H.M.  S.  H.  M.S.  H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka. .  ..3:07:38        withdrew     

Cicada 3:06:52  3"36:34         3:46:14         — 51.09 

Akabo 3:07:08  3.35'5o  3:44:28         — 49:21 

In  the  reach  to  the  first  mark  Cicada  gained 
14s.  on  Akabo  and  44s.  on  Seawanhaka.  In 
the  beat  to  the  second  mark  Akabo  gained  im. 
oil  Cicada  and  im.  2s.  on  the  final  leg,  Akabo 
thus  winning  by  im.  48s. 

The  committee,  desiring  to  have  further  trials, 
set  the  next  race  for  July  20th,  which  gave  time 
to  Akabo  to  have  a  new  mainsail  made  and 
Seawanhaka' s  mast  to  be  patched  up. 

FOURTH   TRIAL   RACE,    JULY   20TH. 

Akabo  on  this  occasion  came  out  in  all  the 
bravery  that  a  brand-new  silken  mainsail  af- 
fords, the  spotless  sail  replacing  the  one  de- 
stroyed by  the  unlucky  cigar  end.  But  it  did 
not  seem  to  bring  her  much  luck.  After  a  long 
wait  for  a  breeze  a  light  air  stole  along  from 
the  southward,  making  it  a  run  down  the  wind 
to  the  outer  mark.  The  start  was  made  at  2:20 
p.  M.,  and,  with  spinnakers  set  to  port  and  bal- 
loon jibs  hoisted  to  catch  every  atmospheric 
sigh,  the  boats  crossed  the  line,  Seawanhaka 
giving  Akabo  a  spiteful  little  "jab"  as  she 
passed  her,  doing  no  damage,  but  simply  afford- 
ing an  example  of  "pure  cussedness"  that 
women  and  small  boats  sometimes  show. 

Akabo  appeared  to  have  acquired  the  bad 
habit  of  sluggishness.  At  any  rate,  she  fell 
astern,  and  was  a  bad  third  at  the  outer  mark, 
Cicada  leading  and  Seawajihaka  a  good  sec- 
ond. When  it  came  to  hauling  on  the  wind 
Akabo  made  up  much  of  her  leeway,  being 
only  3m.  32s.  behind  at  the  finish.  The  sum- 
mary : 

Elapsed 
First  Turn.  Finish.  Jiftie. 

H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S.  H.  M.S. 

Seawanhaka 2:51:29  3:29:22  1:09:22 

Cicada 2:50:59  3:29:35  i:'^9:33 

Akabo 2:57:12  3:32:54  1:12:54 

Seawanhaka  beat  Cicada  13s.  and  Akabo  3m. 
3  s.  On  the  run  to  the  outer  mark.  Cicada 
beat   Seawanhaka   30s.  and   Akabo    6m.   13s. 


Fzr.'t 
Turn. 
H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka 4:15:59 

Akabo 4:16:13 

Cicada 4:16:06 


Seawanhaka  beat  Akabo  5m.  43s.  In  the  beat 
home,  Akabo  beat  Seawatihaka  2m.  iis.  and 
Cicada  2m.  54s.,  while  Seawanhaka  beat  Ci- 
cada 43s. 

The  second  race,  which  was  started  at  3:55 
p.  M  ,  gave  curious  and  unexpected  results. 
There  was  an  even  start,  the  boats  sticking 
close  together  in  the  run  to  the  outer  mark, 
Akabo  showing  unaccustomed  speed  at  this 
point  of  sailing.  In  the  beat  back  Seawanhaka 
came  out  in  a  new  light,  vanquishing  Akabo  in 
windward  work.     The  summary  : 

Elapsed 
Finish.  Time. 

H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S. 

4:49:01  —54:00 

4:49:55  —54:05 

4:53:57  —58:37 

Seawanhaka  won,  beating  Akabo  54s.  and 
Cicada  4m.  36s.  In  the  run  Seawanhaka  beat 
Cicada  7s.  and  Akabo  14s.  In  windward  work 
Seawanhaka'gaxxi&A.  42s.  on  Akabo  and 4m.  29s. 
on  Cicada. 

In  the  third  race,  which  was  started  at  5:01 
p.  vi., Seawajihaka  was  also  successful,  beating 
^/^^^f  in  both  beat  and  run.     The  summary  : 

First  Elapsed 

Turn.         Finish.  Time. 

H.  M.  S.       H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka 5:20:07        5:55:00  — 54:00 

Akabo 5.21:03        5:56:02  — 55:0^ 

Cicada 5:20:44        5:57:33  —56:33 

Seawanhaka  beat  Akabo  im.  2s.  and  Cicada 
2m.  33s.  In  the  run  Seawajihaka  gained  37s. 
on  Cicada  and  56s.  on  Akabo.  In  the  bedt 
Seawajihaka  gained  6s.  on  Akabo  and  im.  56s. 
on  Cicada. 

■  In  the  three  races  Seawajihaka  beat  Akabo 
5m.  28s.'  and  Cicada  7m.  2s. 

FIFTH    TRIAL    RACE,    JULY    2IST. 

The  fifth  and  final  trial  race  was  sailed  in 
weather  that  varied  from  a  dead  calm  to  a  nice 
breeze,  the  cour.se  being  a  triangular  one  ot 
four  nautical  miles,  the  outer  marks  being  one 
inside  Lloyd's  Point  and  a  dory  anchored  out 
in  the  Sound.  The  first  race  was  started  at  1:20, 
the  wind  being  light  from  northeast.  Nothing 
worthy  of  chronicling  occurred  except  Akabo' s 
failure  to  retrieve  her  bad  showing  of  the  day 
before.  Whether  it  was  the  new  sail  that  hoo- 
dooed her  I  cannot  say,  but  the  two  Crane 
boats  had  an  easy  task  in  beating  her.  The 
summary  : 

First  Second  Elapsed 

Mark.  Mark.         Finish.  'Time. 


H.  M.  s. 

H.  M.  s. 

H.  M.  S. 

H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka. 

.1:49:09 

2:11:47 

2:26:41 

1:06:41 

Cicada 

•  ■i:5o:.-,5 

2:12:00 

2:28:35 

1:08:3s 

Akabo 

.1:52:46 

2:16:45 

2:31:50 

1:11:50 

Seawajihaka  won,  beating  Cicada  im.  54s. 
and  Akabo  5m.  gs. 

In  the  beat  to  the  first  mark  Seawanhaka 
beat  Cicada  im  46s.  and  Akabo  3m.  37s.  In 
the  reach  to  the  outer  mark  Cicada  beat  Sea- 
wanhaka im.  33s.  and  Akabo  2m.  54s.  In  the 
windward  work  home  Seawajihaka  beat 
Akabo  IIS.  and  Cicada  im.  41s. 

The  next  round  was  started  at  2h.  45s.,  Cicada 
crossing  the  line  first,  with  Seawajihaka  third. 
The  wind  died  away,  and  after  a  few  minutes 
came  out  from  southwest,  making  it  a  reach  to 
the  first  mark.  Seawajihaka  did  not  score  so 
easy  a  victory  as  she  did  in  the  first  race,  as  if 
shown  by  the  summary. 


YACHTING. 


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First  Second 

Mark.  Mark. 

H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka.  ..3:01:41  3:19:42 

Cicada 3:02:13  3:19:25 

Akabo 3:o':5o  3:iq:34 


Elapsed 
Finish.  Time. 

H.  M.  S.        H.  M.  S. 
3:42:02  1:03:02 

3:43:46  1:03:46 

3:43:31  1:03:31 


Seaiuanhaka  beat  Akabo  29s.  and  Cicada 
44s.  In  the  reach  to  the  first  mark  Seawanhaka 
beat  Akadoq^.  and  Cicada  32s.  In  the  broad 
reach  to  the  second  mark  Cicada  beat  Akabo 
32s.  and  Seauianhaka  49s.  In  windward  work 
home  Seawanhaka  heat  Akabo  37s.  and  Cicada 
im.  IS. 

The  wind  freshened  a  trifle  when  the  third 
round  was  started,  at  3h.  55m.  Seawanhaka 
crossed  first  and  Cicada  last.  Seawanhaka 
and  Akabo  amused  themselves  with  a  luffing 
match,  then  Seawanhaka  steered  straight  for 
the  mark,  rounding  it  ^rst,  with  Akabo  second. 
The  summary  follows  : 

First  Second  Elapsed 

Mark.  Mark.  Finish.  Time. 

H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S. 

Seawanhaka. 4:07:28  4:24:47  4:53:04  — 58:04 

Cicada 4:07:09  4:24:20  4:53:14  — 58:19 

Akabo 4:07:12  4:24:04  4:54:12  — 59:12 

Seawanhaka  won,  beating  Cicada  15s.  and 
Akabo  im.  8s.  In  the  reach  to  the  first  mark. 
Cicada  beat  Akabo  3s.  and  Seawanhaka  19s. 
In  the  broad  reach  to  the  second  mark,  Akabo 
beat  Cicada  19s.  and  Seawafthaka  27s.  In  the 
homeward  beat  Seawanhaka  beat  Cicada  37s. 
and  Akabo  im.  51s. 

In  the  three  races  sailed  Seawanhaka  beat 
Cicada  2m.  53s.  and  Akabo  6m.  46s. 

Immediately  after  the  conclusion  of  the  races 
the  committee  held  a  special  meeting  and  chose 
Seawanhaka  to  go  to  Lake  St.  Louis.  This 
action  was  fully  justified  by  the  general  average 
performance  of  the  selected  boat.  In  my 
judgment  Akabo  is  the  better  craft  only  in  a 
strong  breeze,  especially  with  sheets  trimmed 
flat.  In  ordinary  weather  Seawanhaka  dem- 
onstrated her  claims  to  superiority 

Seawanhaka  may  be  described  as  an  im- 
proved Momo,  the  general  form  of  hull  being 
the  same  with  about  2  inches  more  freeboard, 
and  the  bow  being  carried  out,  like  Glencairn 
of  last  year.  The  centerboard  is  hollow,  filled 
with  lead;  the  planking  is  of  thin  white  cedar, 
the  interior  being  strengthened  with  trusses 
and  straps.  The  spars  are  hollow.  She  has  no 
bowsprit  and  her  mainsail  is  high  and  narrow, 
like  Momd's.  She  is  painted  white.  Cicada  is 
very  similar  in  model  to  Seawanhaka,  with  6 
inches  more  beam. 

THE   CANADIAN    TRIAL   RACES. 

The  first  of  the  trial  contests  to  select  a 
Canadian  defender  was  held  at  Dorval,  Lake 
St.  Louis,  on  July  23d.  Charles  H.  Duggan's 
new  boat,  Dofninion,  built  for  Commodore 
Ross,  was  launched  on  July  nth.  She  ma.de 
her  first  appearance  on  July  i6th  in  the  race  for 
the  annual  challenge  cup  presented  by  Mr.  W. 
A.  C.  Hamilton.  The  new  craft,  sailed  by  her 
designer,  had  for  competitors.  Speculator, 
sailed  by  Arthur  Hamilton  ;  Strathcona,  sailed 
by  J.  C.  C.  Almon  ;  Alanitou,  sailed  by  Vincent 
Pelietier  ;  Glenowen,  sailed  by  Commodore 
Davidson,  and  Glencairn,  sailed  by  Charles 
Routh.  Five  short  rounds  were  sailed  in  a 
fresh  breeze,  the  Duggan  craft  winning  all  of 
the  races,  and  astonishing  all  the  "  sharps  "  by 
her  speed. 


On  July  23d  the  wind  was  moderate  from 
southwest  and  the  water  smooth.  All  the  boats 
mentioned  above  started  with  the  same  skip- 
pers, the  course  being  a  triangle  of  2  ^  miles 
By  the  summary,  which  follows,  it  will  be  seen 
that  Duggan's  unnamed  won  all  the  races  : 


First  race. 


Dominion  .... 

Glencairn 

Strathcona 

Speculator 

Manitou 


Start— 3:57. 
1st  Mark. 
H.  M.  S. 

....  4:06:30 
4:07:15 
4:07:35 
4:08:23 


2d  Mark. 
H.  M.  S. 
4:18:00 
4:20:35 
4:19:15 
4:19:47 


Second  race.    Start — 4:41. 

1st  Mark.    2d  Mark. 
H.  M.  S. 


Dominion 

Speculator. . . 
Strathcona. . . 
Glencairn.... 
Manitou 

Third  race. 

Dominion 

Speculator. . . 
Strathcona. . . 

Manitou 

Glencairn.  . . . 


4:51:50 

4:52:10 

4:52:22 

4:53:45 

4:54:17 

Start— 5:25:25 

5:40:40 

5:41:25 

5:42:20 

542:50 

5:44:10 


H.  M.  S. 
5:00:00 

5:02:35 
5:04:10 
5:05:50 
5:04:39 


6:08:3s 

6:17:20 
6:12:31 

6:15:36 

6:19:00 


Finish. 
H.  M.  S. 

4:27: 16 
4:31:11 
4:28:41 
4:29:5s 
4:36:30 


Finish. 
H.  M.  S. 
'  5:16:15 
5:17:37 
5:18:50 
5:20:25 
5:19:40 


6:18:32 
6:28:47 
6:23:12 
6:26:34 
6:31:02 


Elat>sed 
Time. 

H.  M.  S. 
0:30:16 
0:34:11 
0:31:41 
o:32:sS 
0:39:30 

Elapsed 
Time. 

H.  M.  S. 
34:30 
35:37 
36:3s 
37:5s 
35:25 


0:52:07 
1:03:22 
0:56:42 
1:00:37 
1:04:1s 


Of  these  boats,  Strathcona  was  designed  by 
Mr.  Duggan  for  Lord  Strathcona,  the  Canadian 
High  Commissioner  in  London.  Speculator 
and  Glencairn  are  also  from  Duggan's  board. 
Manitou  was  designed  by  Huntley  Drummond,. 
son  of  the  Canadian  Sugar  King.  Speculator 
is  owned  by  a  syndicate  of  brokers,  all  of  whom 
are  members  of  the  Royal  St.  Lawrence  Yacht 
Club.  The  new  Duggan  boats  are  built  of 
mahogany  finished  in  natural  color.  Their 
blocks  and  metal  fittings  are  of  an  alloy  of 
nickel  and  aluminum.  The  victor  in  the  first 
series  of  trial  races  has  the  proud  distinction 
of  being  an  uglier  boat  than  Akabo,  which  is 
putting  it  quite  strongly. 

The  second  series  of  trial  races,  held  on  July 
30th,  were  sailed  over  the  same  triangular 
course,  the  boats  going  over  the  longest  leg 
first,  making  it  a  beat,  a  broad  reach  and  a  run 
home.  There  was  a  nice  west  wind  blowing, 
but  it  was  not  strong  enough  to  satisfy  Mr. 
Duggan,  who  wished  to  see  how  Dominion 
would  behave  in  a  blow.  Dominion  had  only 
two  craft  against  her — Speculator,  sailed  by 
Arthur  Hamilton,  and  Manitou,  sailed  by 
Huntley  Drummond,  the  skippers  of  the  other 
craft  not  being  able  to  get  their  crews  together. 
The  summary  : 


First  race. 

Manitou 

Dominion 

Speculator 

1st  Mark. 

H.  M.  S. 
..  4:08:3s 
..  4:10:40 
..  4:14:10 

2d  Mark. 
H.  M.  S. 
4:14:15 

4"i4:35 
4:18:45 

Finish. 
H.  M.  S. 

4:22:00 
4:22:15 
4:26:15 

Elapsed 

Time. 
H.  M.  S. 

—  30:50 

—  30:3s 

—  34:25 

Second  race. 

Dominion 

Speculator 

Manitou 

••  4:55:25 
••  4:55:54 
■•  4:56:35 

5:01:05 
5:01:20 
5:01:55 

5:10:00 
5:10:50 
5:11:33 

—  33:30 

—  34:25 

—  33:15 

Third  race. 

Dominion 

Speculator 

Manitou 

...  5:35:20 
•■•  5:35:50 
...  5:37:00 

5:41:00 
5:41:41 
5:43:10 

5:51:10 
5:52:05 
5:54:15 

—  31:55 

—  33:05 

—  35:10 

After  the  race  the  committee  decided  to  se- 
lect the  new  Duggan  craft  for  a  defender,  and 
Commodore  Ross,  who  was  in  England,  was 
communicated  with.  He  sent  a  cable,  naming 
the  as  yet  unchristened  craft  Dominion,  and 
ordered  work  discontinued  on  yet  another  new 


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OUriNG  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 


Duggan  boat  which  was  in  reserve,  the  infer- 
ence being  that  he  considered  Dotmnion  good 
enough. 

SOME   RATTLING   GOOD    RACES. 

The  Atlantic  Yacht  Club  held  a  special  re- 
gatta on  July  4th,  a  feature  of  the  day  being  a 
race  for  working  boats,  eight  of  which  started, 
the  course  being  a  five-mile  triangle  sailed  over 
thrice.  Flyaway,  Lena,  Loretta  S.,  Lydia, 
Birdie  and  Etta,  Marietta  Caldena  and  Bes- 
sie B.  started.  Flyaway  won  the  first  prize, 
$25 ;  Lena,  second  prize,  $15  ;  Loretta  S., 
third  prize,  $10.  The  others  received  $5  each 
for  starting.  In  the  60-foot  class  E.  B.  Havens' 
Ashton  beat  Geo.  W.  Copeland's  Daphne. 
In  the  30-foot  class  R.  V.  Moore's  Martha  M. 
beat  George  Freeth's  Qui  Vive,  F.  M.  Randall's 
Rex  and  J.  L.  Johnston's  Dorothy.  In  the 
25-foot  class  L.  Boury's  Imprtident  beat  W.  A. 
Nerdhart's  Grace  E.  After  the  race  a  special 
meeting  was  held,  at  which  an  amendment  to 
the  constitution  was  adopted  admitting  women 
as  flag  members,  paying  annual  dues  but  no 
entrance  fee,  the  membership  continuing  only 
during  the  period  of  yacht  ownership  and  en- 
titling the  member  to  the  right  to  fly  the  club 
barge,  to  have  private  signal  registered  with 
the  secretary,  to  enter  yacht  in  club  races  and 
the  use  of  club  stations  and  floats. 

The  Essex  Yacht  Club,  of  Newark,  N.  J., 
sailed  its  annual  regatta  on  July  4th  in  a  light 
breeze,  which  wound  up  in  a  fierce  squall.  In 
Class  A,  cabin  sloops,  Sinner  beat  Rosa,  Amy 
and  Fastiitie.  In  Class  B,  cabin  sloops.  Vaga- 
bond beat  Madge.  Class  D,  cabin  cats,  Mary 
beat  Emmie,  Lucy  and  Emma  M.  Class  E, 
open  cats,  Maggie  P.  beat  Chic,  Lake,  Seven 
or  Eleven,  and  Essex.  Vagabond  won  the 
prize  for  best  elapsed  time. 

The  Canarsie  Yacht  Club  sailed  its  annual 
regatta  in  Jamaica  Bay  on  July  9th,  the  wind 
being  light  from  southwest.  In  Class  I.,  sloops, 
Cornelia  beat  Plover;  Class  II.,  cabin  cats. 
Spray  beat  Kate  ;  Class  III  ,  open  cats,  Tam 
O'Shanter  beat  Comet,  Selfish,  Mildred  and 
Myrtle  ;  Class  IV.,  open  cats,  Lochinvar  beat 
Meteor,  Ideal  and  Bill  Nye. 

The  Jamaica  Bay  Yacht  Club  held  a  regatta 
on  July  4th.  Class  D,  open  cats,  Mildred 
Myrtle  beat  Lochittvar,  Louisa  and  Alta  ; 
Class  E,  open  cats,  Vitesse  beat  Eunice  and 
Chico. 

The  Bayswater  Yacht  Club  sailed  an  open 
regatta  in  Jamaica  Bay  on  July  2d  in  a  moderate 
southwest  wind.  In  the  first-class  cats  Com- 
modore Griffin's  Katherine  beat  M.  Schuman's 
Alice  May,  L.  R.  Joggle's  Louise  and  J.  J. 
Healy's  Madeline  ;  second-class  cats,  J.  Wil- 
son's Ellsworth  beat  J.  F.  Savin's  Loclmivar, 
Guy  Watt's  Coqtcette,  Leander  Pettit's  Meta, 
J.  Kane's  Dewey,  J.  Nichol's  Aurisa  and  F. 
Pearsall's  Vitesse.  Sharpies — R.  W.  Buckley's 
Ula  E.  beat  F  J.  Schuman's  May  E.  and  J.  C. 
Kane's  Maggie. 

The  Penataquit  Corinthian  Yacht  Club,  of 
Bay  shore,  L.  I.,  sailed  its  spring  regatta  in 
Great  South  Bay,  in  a  reefing  southwest  wind 
and  a  jump  of  a  sea,  three  times  round  a  course 
of  two  miles  to  windward  and  back,  making  an 
exciting  race.  In  Class  L  Frank  Camp's  Muriel, 
a  Boston  importation,  beat  Richard  Hyde's 
Gayety,  whose  steering  gear  was  carried  away; 


Class  M,  H.  S.  Jewell's  Squaw  beat  F.  L. 
Adams'  Maysie ;  Class  N,  Edwin  Thorn's 
Champion  beat  J.  O.  Lowe's  Surprise  ;  Class 
S,  C.  H.  Southards  Beulah  beat  R.  A. 
Bachia's  Sweetheart  and  G.  A.  Schuren's 
Snapper. 

The  same  club  sailed  its  annual  regatta  on 
July  i6th  in  variable  winds.  In  Class  L,  Muriel 
beat  Lorelei  SluA  Gayety;  Class  M,  JeanhQa.i 
Kuckoo,  Maysie  and  Sqtiaw  ;  Class  N,  Cham- 
pio7i  beat  Lariat,  Stirprise  and  Hele7i;  Class 
R,  Damfyno  beat  Evelyn;  Class  S,  Beulah 
beat  Vikiiig,  Sweetheart  and  Snapper. 

ON   LONG   ISLAND   SOUND. 

The  Larchmont  Yacht  Club  sailed  a  special 
race  on  July  4th,  wind  being  light  from  south- 
west at  start,  shifting  to  northeast  in  a  squall. 
Thirty-four  yachts  started,  the  start  of  the  first 
division  being  at  12:05.  In  sloops,  Class  L, 
Oswald  Anderson's  Anoatok  beat  James  T. 
'^3Sxdi'&  Hussar.  A noatoh  also  sailed  in  Class 
M,  beating  C.  T.  Wills'  Acushla.  Yawls,  Class 
M,  Seymour  J.  Hyde's  Albicore  beat  Ed.  J. 
Sanford's  Fidelia.  Classes  N  and  P — A.  H.  "W". 
Johnson's  Newasi anA.  F.  H.  Waldorf's  Bonnie 
Bairn  had  sailovers.  Seawanhaka  knocka- 
bouts— J.  R.  Maxwell's  Gloria  beat  Dipper, 
Dacoit,  Frances,  Midge  and  Folly.  Class  P, 
raceabouts — Simeon  Ford's  Mongoose  beat 
Mariposa.  Special  20-footers — Clark  A.  Mil- 
ler's Akabo  beat  Seawanhaka  and  Asthore. 
Class  S — T.  J.  Dunne's  Kit  beat  Volsujig  and 
Dosoris  II.  Class  T— F.  E.  Bedford's  Wanda 
beat  Ella  and  Shippan.  Class  V — W.  Hoey's 
Sora  beat  Ding  a  and  Minnetonka.  Class  W — 
J.  Nelson  Gould's  Edwina  II.  beat  Lobster, 
Turk  and  Cora. 

The  annual  regatta  of  the  Riverside  Yacht 
Club  was  sailed  on  July  gth  in  a  nice  sailing 
breeze  from  southwest.  In  the  43-foot  class  J. 
D.  Baird's  Hussar  had  a  sailover.  In  the  36- 
foot  class  Oswald  Anderson's  Anoatok  beat 
C.  T.  Wills'  Acushla  and  George  G.  Tyson's 
Vorant  II.  In  the  20-foot  open  sloops,  F.  B. 
Jones'  Asthore  had  a  sailover.  Open  sloops, 
15-foot  class — G.  N.  Stanton's  Mermaid,  sail- 
over.  Cabin  catboats,  25-foot  class — F.  T. 
Bedford's  IVanda,  sailover.  Open  catboats,  25- 
foot  class — R.  Cutwater's  Sirene  beat  J.  C. 
Varian's  Brant.    Open  catboats,  20-foot  class — 

A.  B.  Alley's  Minnetonka  beat  R.  H.  Nevins' 
Gosbird.  Open  catboats,  15-foot  class — F.  J. 
S.  Flint's  Lobster,  sailover  Knockabouts,  21- 
foot  class — Simeon  Ford's  Mongoose  beat  Her- 
bert McCord's  Mariposa  and  L.  R.  Alberger's 
l7idiatiola. 

The  first  ladies'  day  race  of  the  Knicker- 
bocker Yacht  Club  was  sailed  on  Long  Island 
Sound  on  July  9th  in  a  light  southwest  wind. 
A.,  B.  Williamson's  schooner  Gaetitia,  J.  J.  Mc- 
Cuen's  Nautilus,  J.  Honey's  Vim,  and  C.  W. 
Schlessinger's  Gladys  had  sailovers  in  their  re- 
spective classes.     In  the  30-foot  cabin  cats,  T. 

B.  Myrick's  Leisiire  beat  J.  H.  Mount  Rose's 
Dolphin,  and  in  the  24-foot  class  W.  D.  Reid's 
This  be  beat  D.  Sholtich's  Paula. 

The  twenty-eighth  annual  race  of  the  Sea- 
wanhaka Corinthian  Yacht  Club  was  sailed  on 
Long  Island  Sound  on  July  14th.  The  chief 
interest  was  in  the  21-fQot  class,  whose  race  is 
reported  elsewhere.  There  was  a  good  south- 
erly breeze.     R.  M.  Hyde's  30-foot  sloop  Daisy 


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and  Herbert  McCord's  25-foot  sloop  Mariposa 
had  sailovers  in  their  respective  classes.  In 
the  knockabout  class,  H  L.  Maxwell's  Dacoit 
beat  J.  R.  Maxwell's  Gloria,  J.  J.  Sherman's 
Nakodo,  Geo.  Bullock's  Taifee,  Lloyd  M. 
Scott's  Tosto  and  F.  J.  Boyer's  Midge.  In  the 
30-foot  cabin  cats,  F.  F.  Bedford's  Wanda  beat 
I.  V.  Vail's  Dosoris  II.  and  C.  T.  Pierce's  Dot. 
The  last-named  entered  a  protest,  claiming 
that  she  was  not  informed  that  Wanda  had 
been  moved  up  to  her  class,  and  that  she  only 
reefed  because  she  saw  that  her  class  opponent, 
Dosoris  II.,  had  withdrawn.  In  the  20-foot 
open  cats,  A.  B.  Alley's  Minnetonka  beat  R. 
Nevins'  Gosbird.  Syce,  Norota,  Albicore  a.n6. 
Anoatok  were  on  the  line  ready  to  start,  but 
found  no  competitors,  much  to  their  disappoint- 
ment. 

IN   EASTERN   WATERS. 

The  Kennebec  Yacht  Club,  of  Bath,  Me., 
sailed  a  race  on  June  25th,  over  a  four-mile 
course,  in  a  from  fresh  to  light  south-south- 
westerly wind.  In  Class  III.  Mr.  Harrington's 
Dewey  won  first  prize,  beating  Mr,  Hutchins' 
Marguerite  {second  ^v'lze),  Mr.  Silsby's  U.  C., 
Mr.  Page's  Woodcock  and  Mr.  Brooks'  Glide. 
Fourth  class — Mr.  Cook's  Ceila  beat  Mr.  Besse- 
lienne's  Ultra  and  Mr.  Silsby's  Alma. 

The  annual  regatta  of  the  Dorchester  Yacht 
Club  was  sailed  in  Boston  Harbor  on  June  25th 
in  a  brisk  southwesterly  wind.  In  the  25-foot 
■class  D.  B.  Clapp's  Eleanor  beat  F.  Coleman's 
Tantrum  (second  prize),  J.  Cavanagh's  Bea- 
trice (third  prize)  and  H.  Moeb's  Little  Peter. 
In  the  2 1 -foot  class  Elmer  Frier's  Tacoma  beat 
H.  M.  Crane's  Elsa.  In  the  22-foot  class  A.  E. 
Schaaf's  Privateer  beat  W.  D.  Turner's  Arab 
III.  (second  prize)  and  W.  P.  Barker's  Ome7ne. 
Knockabouts —W.  O.  Gay's  ////  beat  W.  D. 
Turner's  Dafilee  (second  prize)  and  W.  H.  S. 
Lathrop's  Spindrift.  In  the  18-foot  class  C. 
J.  Blethen's  Alpine  beat  R.  M.  Benner's  Va- 
moose (second  prize)  and  J.  E.  Robinson's 
Perhaps.  In  the  15-foot  class  J.  F.  Small's 
Katydid  heal  G.  D.  Silsbee's  Glide. 

The  Newport  (R.  I.)  Yacht  Club  sailed  a 
race  in  Narragansett  Bay  on  July  4th  in  a 
fresh  southwesterly  breeze.  In  the  second 
Class  C.  U.  Coffin's  Pet  beat  Bradford  Gay's 
Gordott.  Third  class — J.  D.  Hidler's  Manila 
beat  J.  C.  Scannevin's  Niobrara.  Fourth 
class — Richardson  Bros.'  Tarantula  beat  C.  S. 
Plummer's  Vesta,  Andrew  Brier's  Truattt, 
Albert  Howard's  Katydid,  J.  S.  Coggeshall's 
Venture  and  A.  B.  Sayers'  Norman. 

The  Corinthian  Yacht  Club,  of  Marblehead, 
Mass.,  sailed  its  119th  race  on  July  i6th  in  a 
nice  northwest  wind.  In  the  30-foot  class  W. 
F.  Bache's  Ashumet  had  a  sailover,  and  so  did 
Walter  Burgess'  Nettie  in  the  25-foot  class.  In 
•Class  A,  handicap,  21  to  25  feet,  C.  M.  Barker's 
Dragon  won,  her  competitors  being  F.  E. 
Whitney's  Lillian,  H.  Sharpies'  India,  and 
H.  S.  Goodwin's  Brenda.  In  the  special  21- 
foot  knockabouts  E.  V.  R.  Thayer's  Typhoon 
was  the  victor  over  F.  Brewster's  Suzaftne,  J. 
C.  Brewer's  Tuitipoo,  H.  M.  Sears'  Hazard, 
C.  F.  Adams'  Chinook,  W.  P.  Fowles'  Sintram, 
W.  H.  S.  Lathrop's  Spindrift,  A.  D.  Irving's 
Mongoose  II.,  C.  F.  Lyman's  Sally  III.,  C. 
H.  W.  Foster's  Cockatoo,  I.  B.  Mihs'  Sparkle, 
and  W.  D.  Turner's  Dafilee.     In  the  25-foot 


knockabouts  W.  H.  Rothwell's  Rowena  beat 
L.  F.  Percival's  Sally  IV.  and  S.  W.  Boyson's 
Wanaisa.  In  Class  B,  21-foot  knockabouts 
(handicap),  R.  B.  Wiggin's  Ritth  vanquished 
J.  P.  Clarke's  Carma,  Eliot  Wadsworth's  Polly 
C,  O.  Stearns'  Afayona,  F.  E.  Feahody's  fenny 
Wren,  H.  A.  Morse's  Aspetiet,  and  F.  P. 
Bowden's  Arluka.  In  the  21-foot  class  R. 
Robbins'  Koorali  haaX.  J.  F,  Small's  Katydid. 

The  Burgess  Yacht  Club,  of  Marblehead, 
Mass.,  sailed  its  nineteenth  regatta  on  July  4th 
in  a  southwest  wind,  which  was  light  at  the 
start,  but  squally  at  the  finish.  Raceabouts — W. 
P.  Fowles'  Sintram  beat  C.  F.  Adams'  Chifiook, 
E.  V.  R.  Thayer's  Typkoott,  W.  H.  Lathrop's 
Spindrift,  W.  B.  Stearns'  Sally  III,  H.  M. 
Sears'  Hazard,  J.  F.  Cole's  Qtiill,  C.  H.  W. 
Foster's  Cockatoo,  H.  M.  Lambert's  Dorothea, 
J.  C,  Brewer's  Tunipoo,  and  E.  Brewster's 
Suzantie.  Handicap  knockabouts — J.  P  Clark's 
Carina  beat  E.  Wadsworth's  Polly,  F.  P.  Bow- 
den's Arbuka,  and  C.  F.  Lyman's  Water  Lily. 
First  handicap  :  W.  H.  Rothwell's  Rowena 
beat  C.  M.  Barker's  Dragon.  Second  handi 
cap  :  F.  E.  Whitney's  Lillian  beat  W.  H. 
Stuart's  Ben-My-Chree,  W.  P.  Fowles'  Hera, 
Merritt  &  Rideout's  Noconomo,  and  E.  W. 
Renick's  Petrel.  Class  II.— B.  C.  Milyard's 
Pointer  beat  J.  H.  Goodwin's  Bubble  and  H. 
B.  Ingsall's  Bugaboo.  Class  III. — C.  Hovey's 
Oriole  beat  F.  G.  Macomber's  Dove,  C.  B. 
Stebbins'  Dora,  and  W.  B.  Stearns'  Starling. 

A.  J.  Kenealy. 

PACIFIC    COAST   RECORDS. 

The  Pacific  Inter-Club  Yacht  Association, 
which  includes  the  San  Francisco,  Pacific,  Cor- 
inthian, Eucinal,  California,  and  South  Bay 
Yacht  Clubs,  held  its  annual  cruise  to  Vallejo 
on  July  2d,  3d  and  4th.  The  cruise  was  not 
very  well  attended,  not  more  than  twenty 
yachts  from  all  the  clubs  anchoring  at  Vallejo, 
the  rendezvous. 

On  July  17th  the  California  Yacht  Club,  the 
headquarters  of  which  are  on  San  Antonio 
estuary,  Alameda,  held  a  race  for  the  Wallace 
trophy,  a  large  silver  punch-bowl,  presented 
by  W.  C.  Wallace,  formerly  secretary  of  the 
club.  It  was  won  in  1896  and  1897  by  Admiral 
E.  A.  von  Schmidt's  cutter  Whirlwind.  The 
course  was  from  the  narrow  gauge  railroad 
mole  to  Presidio  Shoal  Buoy  and  return,  a  beat 
out,  and  a  run  home.  The  breeze  was  so  stiff 
that  the  small  yachts  withdrew,  leaving  E.  F. 
Sager's  sloop  Edna  and  E.  N.  Walter  and  J. 
Laughland's  sloop  Embla,  the  flag-ship  of  the 
club,  to  contend  for  the  trophy.  Ejnbla  had 
the  best  of  the  race  at  the  start,  but  off  the  San 
Francisco  water-front  took  an  unnecessary  tack 
and  fell  behind.  Ediia  came  home  8m.  45s. 
before  Embla,  and,  having  started  3m.  40s. 
later,  won  by  12m.  25s.,  without  reckoning  a 
small  time  allowance  which  she  was  entitled  to 
receive  from  Embla.  The  results  are  given 
herewith  : 

Sailing  Starting     FitCg  Elapsed 

Length  Time.       Time.  Time. 

Sloop— Owner.              in  Feet.  H.  M.  S.     H.  M.  S.  H.  M.  S. 

Embla,  E.  N.  Walter...  36.04  1:08:10      3:33:45  2:25:35 

Edna,  E.  P.  Sager 34-65  1:11:50      3:25:00  2:13:10 

The  race  was  sailed  over  a  course  of  about 
ten  miles,  in  a  strong  westerly  breeze,  on  an 
ebb  tide.  Arthur  Inkersley. 


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EVENTS  of  recent  years  have  turned  the 
eyes  of  American  rowing  men  more  and 
more  to  the  annual  gathering  at  Henley 
of  all  that  is  best  in  the  rowing  world. 

The  crop  of  1898  was  large,  and  July  5th,  6th 
and  7th  saw  such  a  gathering  of  old  and  young 
oars  from  far  and  wide,  the  novitiates  and  the 
heroes  of  a  hundred  fights,  as  can  be  seen  but 
once  a  year. 

The  weather  during  the  three  days  was  all 
that  could  be  desired,  but  the  rowing,  all 
round,  was  not  up  to  the  usual  high  standard. 

The  chief  honors  of  the  regatta  fell  to  an 
American,  B.  H.  Howell,  of  Trinity  Hall, 
Cambridge,  who  won  the  much-coveted  Dia- 
mond Sculls,  and  created  a  new  time  for  the 
race.  Howell  was  fortunate  in  having  the 
benefit  of  the  wind  in  his  trial  heat,  when  he 
did  the  course  better  than  record  time  ;  but  in 
his  final  the  wind  was  not  in  his  favor,  and  yet 
he  rowed  in  such  fine  form  that  he  cut  another 
three  seconds  ofi:  his  time  and  finished  an  easy 
winner  .in  eight  minutes  and  twenty-nine  sec- 
onds. The  previous  record  was  made  by  E.  H. 
Ten  Eyck  last  year,  when  he  covered  the  mile 
and  a  quarter  course  in  eight  minutes  and 
thirty-four  seconds. 

I  In  the  Grand  Challenge  Cup,  Leander,  the 
winners,  did  not  come  up  to  the  time  made  in 
one  of  their  heats,  when  they  did  the  course  in 
six  minutes  and  fifty-eight  seconds.  In  the 
Ladies'  Challenge  Plate,  Eton  won  a  grand  race 
by  half  a  length  in  good  time.  Trinity  College, 
Oxford,  winners  of  the  Thames  Challenge  Cup, 
did  better  time  by  two  seconds  in  one  of  their 
trials.  The  Wyfold  Cup  was  a  good  race 
spoiled  through  bad  steering.  Kingston  ran  into 
a  punt  soon  after  the  start,  and  both  crews 
stopped  and  were  restarted.  In  the  second  at- 
tempt, Caius,  who  were  well  up  the  course,  ran 
into  a  punt  and  broke  some  of  their  out-riggers. 

It  will  be  remembered  that  the  course  is 
straightaway  and  a  little  over  a  mile  and  a 
quarter  long,  and  is  so  well  policed  that  noth- 
ing but  bad  steering  can  result  in  collisions. 

Summary  of  events: 

GRAND  CHALLENGE  CUP,  for  Eight-oafS. 

Final  heat.    Time,  7m.  13s. 

Leander  Club i 

First  Trinity,  Cambridge o 

THE     SILVER    GOBLETS     AND    NICKALLS'     CHALLENGE 

CUH,  for  Pair-oars. 
Final  heat.     Time,  8m.  44S. 
Thames  R.  C  :  A.  Bogle,  W.  J.  Fernie  (st.  steers)...  i 
Jesus  College,    Cambridge  :    A.    M.   Hutchinson,  S. 
Fair  bairn  (st.  steers) o 

STEWARDS'  CHALLENGE  CUP,  for  Four-oars. 
Final  heat.    Time,  7m.  42s. 

Leander  Club i 

New  College,  Oxford 2 


WYFOLD  CHALLENGE  CUP,  for  Four-oars. 
Final  heat.    Time,  8m.  2gs. 

Kingston  R.  C i 

Caius  College,  Cambridge 2 

DIAMOND   CHALLENGE  SCULLS. 
Final  heat.     Time,  Bra.  29s. 

B.  H.  Howell.  Trinity  Hall,  Cambridge i 

H.  T.  Blackstaffe,  Vesta  R.  C  2 

THAMES  CHALLENGE  CUP,  for  Eight-oars. 
Final  heat.    Time,  7m.  igs. 

Trinity  College,  Oxford i 

R.  I.  E.  College,  Cooper's  Hill 2 

LADIES'   CHALLENGE   PLATE,   of  Eight-OarS. 

Final  heat.    Time,  7m.  3s. 

Eton  College i 

First  Trinity,  Cambridge 2 

VISITORS'  CHALLENGE  CUP,  for  Four-oars. 
Final  heat.    Time,  7m.  418. 

New  College,  Oxford  i 

University  College,  Oxford 2 

B.  H.  Howell,  who  won  the  Diamond  Sculls 
at  Henley,  has  developed  into  a  remarkable 
sculler.  On  July  25th  he  rowed  for  the  ama- 
teur championship  of  the  Thames  in  the 
Wingfield  Sculls,  and  again  distingitished  him- 
self by  rowing  the  most  remarkable  race  in  the 
history  of  this  event.  The  race  over  the  cham- 
pionship course,  from  Putney  Bridge  to  the 
Ship  at  Mortlake,  a  distance  of  a  little  over 
four  miles,  was  one  of  the  most  extraordinary 
sculling  matches  ever  seen,  for  both  men  abso- 
lutely rowed  themselves  to  a  standstill.  H.  T. 
Blackstaffe  (the  holder)  had  been  in  the  lead  all 
through  the  early  part  of  the  race.  At  the 
lower  end  of  the  Mortlake  Brewery  he  was  still 
a  good  three  lengths  in  front,  but  just  as  Howell 
reached  this  point  he  commenced  the  most 
brilliant  spurt  ever  seen  in  this  historic  race, 
and  with  a  long,  clean  stroke  drew  up  steadily. 
With  only  fifty  yards  to  go  and  a  length  and  a 
half  in  hand,  Blackstaffe  suddenly  stopped,  un- 
able to  pull  another  stroke,  and  Howell  was  by 
him  in- an  instant.  Howell  himself,  absolutely 
done,  stopped  some  two  lengths  before  the 
post,  and  drifted  in  a  winner  by  three  and  a 
half  lengths  in  twenty-two  minutes  and  fifty- 
seven  seconds,  the  best  time  ever  made  for  the 
Wingfields.  The  previous  record  was  twenty- 
three  minutes  and  thirty  seconds,  by  Vivian 
Nickalls. 

The  fifth  annual  Dominion  Day  regatta  was 
held  on  the  Island  course  in  front  of  the 
Toronto  Rowing  Club,  July  ist,  and  was  the 
most  successful  yet  held.  The  prizes  were 
well  distributed.  Argonaut,  Rockville  and 
Toronto  Clubs  getting  three  each,  and  the 
Dons,  Toronto  Canoe  Club,  G.  T.  R.  Club  and 
St.  Lambert's  one  each. 

A  summary  of  the  events  follows  : 

Junior  singles,  final — C.  T.  Wilkinson,  Brockville,  i  ; 
W.  S.  Matthews,  Toronto  R.  C,  2.    Time,  6m.  31s. 
Senior  singles,   final— C.  A.  E.  Goldman,  Argonaut, 


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I  ;  L.  Marsh,  Dons  R.  C,  2;  J.  O'Connor,  Dons  R.  C,  3. 
Time,  6m.  ^ts. 

Intermediate  singles— W.  Durnan,  Toronto  R.  C,  i; 
J.  Sullivan,  Dons  R.  C,  2;  F.  Russell,  Toronto  R.  C, 
3.    Tune,  6m.  58s. 

Junior  fours,  final  —  Brockville  R.  C,  i;  Argonaut 
R.  C,  2.    Time,  6m.  23s. 

Intermediate  fours — Dons  R.  C.  won  by  default. 

Tandem  canoe— G.  T.  R.  Club,  i;  Toronto  C.  C,  2. 
Time,  4m.  34s. 

Senior  doubles— Goldman  and  Thompson,  Argonaut 
R.  C,  I  ;  J.  Sullivan  and  O'Connor,  Dons  R.  C,  2. 
Time,  6m.  20s. 

Junior  doubles— Goloska  and  Matthews,  Toronto  R 
C,  i;  Wilkinson  and  Ritchie,  Brockville,  2.  Time 
6m.  58  1-5S. 

Canoe  singles— J.  Smith,  St.  Lambert  R.  C.,  i;  F.  J 
Roger,  Toronto  C.  C,  2  ;  G.    Begg,  Toronto   C.  C,  3 

Canoe  fours— Toronto  C.  C,  1  ;  Toronto  C.  C,  2. 

Senior  fours  — Argonaut  R.  C,  i  ;  Dons  R.  C,  2 
Time,  6m.  4s. 

War  canoe — Brockville  R.  C,  i;  Toronto  C.  C,  2 
Argonaut  R.  C,  3. 

The  People's  Regatta,  held  annually  in  Phila- 
delphia on  the  4th  of  July,  over  the  National 
Course,  on  the  Schuylkill  River,  is  part  of  the 
civic  celebrations  of  the  day,  and  has  always 
aroused  great  interest  in  oarsmen  gener- 
ally as  well  as  the  local  people.  It  is  custom- 
ary for  a  number  of  out-of-town  crews  to  enter, 
and  in  several  instances  the  visitors  have  run 
off  with  the  lion's  share  of  the  prizes.  It  is, 
therefore,  particularly  gratifying  to  oarsmen  of 
the  Quaker  City  this  year  to  find  that  nine  out 
of  ten  of  the  beautiful  trophies  have  been  held 
by  local  clubs.  The  only  prize  to  go  away  was 
the  Intermediate  Single  Sculls,  which  fell  easily 
to  a  Newark  man.  An  unfortunate  event  in  the 
senior  single  sculls  necessitated  the  race  being 
re-rowed.  E.  Marsh,  of  the  Pennsylvania 
Barge  Club,  fouled  J.  Patrick,  of  the  Newark 
R.  C.  The  referee  disqualified  Marsh,  leaving 
the  race  between  F.  Cresser,  of  the  Vesper 
B.  C,  and  Patrick.  The  sweep  races  were 
rowed  over  a  mile  and  a  half  straightaway  ;  the 
sculls  were  over  the  same  distance,  but  with 
one  turn.     A  summary  follows  : 

Junior  single  sculls— Won  by  F.  Marsh,  Pennsylvania 
Barge  Club  ;  J.  B.  Crawford,  New  York  A.  C,  2  ;  A.  S. 
Kappella,  West  Philadelphia  B.  C,  3.   Time,  lom.  i?,%s,. 

Senior  single  sculls — Won  by  F.  Cresser,  Vesper  B.C.; 
J.   Patrick,  Newark  R.  C,  2.     Time,  lom.  5s. 

Senior  four-oared  shells,  for  Downing  Cup— Won  by 
Vesper  B.  C,  of  Philadelphia  ;  Bachelors'  Barge  Club, 
2-;  Ariel  B.  C,  of  Baltimore,  3.    Time,  lom.  2|is. 

Intermediate  single  shells — Won  by  G.  B.  Hooper, 
Institute  B.  C,  of  Newark  ;  A.  G.  Wolf,  Union  B.  C, 
New  York,  and  B.  C.  Barrett,  Vesper  B.  C,  did  not 
finish. 

Junior  foaroared  gigs— Won  by  Central  High  School, 
Philadelphia  :  Crescent  B.  C,  Philadelphia,  2  ;  Vesper 

B.  C,  3  ;  Newark  R.  C,  4.    Time,  gni.  i6s. 

Senior  double  shells— Won  by  Pennsylvania  B  C. 
Harlem  R.  C,  New  York,  2  ;  Vesper  B.  C  ,  3.  Time 
lom.  loj^s. 

Junior  double  shells— Won  bv  Bachelors'  B.  C;  Ves 
per  B.  C,  2;  Malta  B.  C,  Philadelphia,  3  ;  Newark  R 

C,  4.     Time,  lom.  5s. 

Intermediate  double  shells— Won  by  Crescent  B.  C. 
Vesper  B.  C  ,  2.     Time,  lom.  514s. 

Junior  eight-oared  shells,  for  Wanamaker  Cup— Won 
bv  Fairmount  R.  A.,  of  Philadelphia;  High  School,  2  ; 
New  York  A.  C.  and  Institute  B.  C.  of  Newark  tied 
for  third  place.     No  official  time. 

Senior  eight-oared  shells,  for  Sharpless  Cup— Won 
by  Pennsylvania  B.  C;  Vesper  B.  C,  2;  Montrose  B. 
C.  Philadelphia,  3.    Time,  8m.  21s. 

THE    NATIONAL   REGATTA. 

The  twenty-sixth  annual  regatta  of  the  Na- 
tional Association  of  Amateur  Oarsmen  was 
held  at  Philadelphia,  on  the  Schuylkill,  July  22d 
and  23d.  The  weather  throughout  the  contests 
was  all  that  could  be  desired;  a  pleasant  breeze 
ruffled  the  surface  of  the  water,  but  not  enough 


to  interfere  with  ths  best  times  being  made 
over  the  mile-and-a-half  course.  The  result 
was  that  most  of  the  finals  were  closely  fought 
out,  but  little  distance  dividing  firsts  and  sec- 
onds. 

In  the  senior  sculls  Ten  Eyck  had  all  he 
could  do  to  finish  barely  a  length  in  front  of 
Goldman,  the  Canadian  representative.  The 
race  was  rowed  in  fast  time. 

The  senior  fours  was  won  by  the  Argonauts 
of  Canada,  who  finished  about  half  a  length  in 
front  of  their  opponents.  The  intermediate 
double  sculls  was  won  by  two  Penn  Charter 
boys,  Bond  and  Smith,  who  rowed  under  the 
colors  of  the  Bachelors'  Barge  Club. 

In  the  senior  eights  No.  6  in  the  Fairmount 
crew  had  the  misfortune  to  split  his  blade  a  few 
yards  from  the  start.  The  crew  were  therefore 
considerably  handicapped. 

The  Western  crew  from  St.  Louis  won  the 
intermediate  fours  by  a  few  feet. 

Ten  Eyck  and  his  club  companion,  Lewis, 
won  the  senior  double  sculls  with  ease. 

At  the  annual  election  of  officers  for  service 
during  the  ensuing  year  the  following  were 
elected  :  President,  J.  D.  Mahr,  Metropolitan 
B.  C,  New  York;  Vice-President,  C.  R. 
Zaponne,  Potomac  B.  C,  Washington,  D.  C.  ; 
Secretary,  F.  R  Fortmeyer,  Newark,  N.  J,  ; 
Treasurer,  R.  H.  Pelton,  Seawanhaka  B.  C, 
Brooklyn,  N  Y.  Executive  Committee  —  J. 
Pilkington,  New  York  ;  H.  W.  Garfield,  Al- 
bany, N.  Y.  ;  G.  F.  Root,  Philadelphia,  and  F. 
R.  Fortmeyer,  Newark,  N.  J 

The  summary  of  events  follows  : 

Senior  pair- oared  shells — Won  by  the  Pennsylvania 
Barge  Club,  H.  G.  Scott  (bow),  J.  O.  Exley  (stroke). 
Second,  Argonaut  Boat  Club,  Toronto,  F.  H.  Thomp- 
son (bow),  Jos.  Wright  (stroke).     Time,  gm.  59S. 

Senior  double  sculis — Won  by  the  Wachusett  Boat 
Club.  Worcester,  Mass.,  E.  H.  Ten  Eyck  (stroke), 
Charles  H.  Lewis  (bow).  Second.  Pennsylvania  Barge 
Club,  Ed.  Marsh  (stroke),  Hugh  Monaghan  (bow). 
Time,  gm.  gs. 

Senior  four-oared  shells— Won  by  Argonaut  Boat 
Club,  Toronto.  Second,  Ariel  Rowing  Club,  Balti- 
more.  Third,  Western  Rowing  Club,  St.  Louis.  Time, 

gm.  2S. 

Intermediate  eight-oared  shells— Won  by  the  Fair- 
mount  Rowing  Association.  Second.  Pennsylvania 
Barge  Club.  Third,  Union  Boat  Club,  New  York. 
Time,  8m.  2  3-5S. 

Senior  eight-oared  shells— Won  by  the  Pennsylvania 
Barge  Club,  Philadelphia.  Second,  Argonaut  Boat 
Club,  Toronto.  Third,  Worcester  High  School,  Wor- 
cester, Mass.    Time,  7m.  40  i-2S. 

Intermediate  single  sculls,  final  — Won  by  Amos 
Kubic,  Springfield  Boat  Club,  Springfield,  Mass.  Sec- 
ond, S.  E.  West,  Miilstream  Boat  Club,  Chelsea,  Mass. 
Third,  J.  M.  Binder,  Malta  Boat  Club,  Philadelphia. 
Fourth,  M.  G.  Davis,  Harlem  Rowing  Club,  New 
York.    Time,  lom.  28  1-2S. 

Senior  single  sculls— Won  by  E.  H.  Ten  Eyck,  Wa- 
chusett Boat  Club,  Worcester,  Mass.  Second,  G.  E.  A. 
Goldman,  Argonaut  Boat  Club,  Toronto,  Ont.  Third, 
Charles  H.  Lewis,  Wachusett  Boat  Club,  Worcester, 
Mass.  Fourth,  C.  S.  Titus,  Young  Men's  Gymnastic 
Rowing  Club,  New  Orleans,  La.    Time,  gm.  59s. 

Senior  international  four-oared  shells— Won  by  the 
Argonaut  Boat  Club.  Toronto.  Second,  Ariel  Rowing 
Club,  Baltimore.     Time,  8m.  17s. 

Intermediate  double  sculls  —  Won  by  Bachelors' 
Barge  Club,  of  Philadelphia,  G.  H.  Smith  (bow), 
James  Bond,  Jr.,  (stroke).  Second,  Harlem  Rowing 
Club,  New  York,  S.  J.  Dolan  (bow),  F.  A.  Schaefer 
(stroke).  Third,  Argonaut  Boat  Club,  Toronto,  R.  W. 
Hoskins  (bow),  H.  W.  A.  Dixon  (stroke).  Time, 
gm.  42s. 

Intermediate  four-oared  shells  —Won  by  Western 
Rowing  Club,  St.  Louis.  Second,  Argonaut  Boat 
Club,  Toronto.  Third,  Seawanhaka  Boat  Club,  Brook- 
lyn. Time,  gm  20  1-2S.  Seawanhaka  finished  second, 
but  was  disqualified  for  failing  to  turn  the  stake 
properly.  VIGILANT. 


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KENNEL. 


DOGS   OF  TO-DAY — THE   BOSTON   TERRIER. 

THIS  smart,  game  and  entertaining  small 
fellow  nicely  fills  the  bill  for  those  who 
fancy  a  dog  for  about  the  house  and  at 
the  same  time  desire  something  more 
robust  than  a  mere  pet.     The  Boston  is 
robust  enough,  I'll  warrant  you,  as  a  dog  of 
twice  his  size  and  weight  may  discover  if  too 
many  familiarities  be  indulged  in. 

I  frankly  confess  to  a  weakness  for  this  dog, 
even  though  he  cannot  lay  claim  to  ancient  lin- 
eage. Blending,  as  he  does,  the  dogged  deter- 
mination of  the  bulldog  with  the  intelligence 
and  activity  of  the  terrier,  he  is  a  lively  compan- 
ion and  quite  capable  of  seeing  that  his  rights 
are  not  meddled  with.  He  will  fight  like  a 
small  fiend  if  molested,  but,  as  a  rule,  the  other 
dog  has  to  begin  hostilities — indeed,  I  have  yet 
to  see  a  good  Boston  that  is  vicious  under 
proper  treatment.  He  is  gentle  with  those  he 
knows,  intensely  loyal  to  his  master,  of  a  merry 
disposition,  and  so  tough  and  wiry  that  no 
game  of  romps  is  too  rough  for  him.  He 
readily  learns  to  perform  amusing  tricks,  and 
he  is  a  stout  and  fearless  swimmer.  Like  the 
best  of  the  true  terriers  he  is  fond  of  a  bout  with 
a  cat,  water-rat,  and  the  like,  being  ready  to 
tackle  anything  up  to  the  size  of  a  coon. 

By  this  I  do  not  mean  to  imply  that  he  is  al- 
ways.looking  for  trouble,  for  that  would  be  a 
calumny.  If  anything  is  to  be  tackled,  he  is  the 
boy  for  the  job  if  he  be  told  to  go  in;  otherwise 
he  is  a  good-natured,  self-possessed  sort  of  chap 
and  easily  enough  controlled,  unless  he  has 
been  spoiled  by  low  human  associates. 

The  Boston  terrier  is  a  new  breed,  which 
takes  its  name  from  the  city  of  which  New 
Englanders  are  so  proud.  It  originated  in  a 
cross  between  the  bulldog  and  the  white 
English  terrier,  and  originally  was  known  as 
the  "  short-head  bull-terrier,"  "  roundhead," 
"screw-tail  terrier,"  etc.  In  March,  1891,  at 
Boston,  a  specialtjr  club  was  formed  in  its  be- 
half, and  in  February,  1893,  after  considerable 
opposition,  the  Boston  terrier  was  officially  rec- 
ognized by  the  American  Kennel  Club.  Since 
then  the  breed  has  not  only  become  a  promi- 
nent feature  of  our  leading  bench  shows,  but 


it  has  fairly  won  its  way  into  public  favor. 
Choice  specimens  now  command  enormous 
prices,  for  wealth  and  fashion  no  sooner  saw 
the  smug-faced,  comical-lookmg  little  "  var- 
mints," than  the  word  was  passed  that  the  Bos- 
ton terrier  would  "  do,"  with  all  that  implies. 

The  general  appearance  is  that  of  a  smooth, 
shortcoated,  compactly  built  dog  of  medium 
station.  The  head  indicates  a  high  degree  of 
intelligence,  and  is  in  proportion  to  the  dog's 
size  ;  body  rather  short  and  well  knit,  limbs 
strong  and  finely  turned,  all  well-proportioned. 
The  dog  conveys  an  impression  of  determina- 
tion, strength,  and  activity  ;  style  of  high 
order,  and  carriage  easy  and  graceful. 

The  skull  is  broad  and  flat,  without  promi- 
nent cheeks,  and  forehead  free  from  wrinkles  ; 
stop  well  defined;  eyes  wide  apart,  large  and 
round,  neither  sunken  nor  too  prominent,  dark 
and  soft,  outside  corner  should  be  on  a  line 
with  the  cheeks  as  viewed  from  the  front;  ears 
small  and  thin,  situated  as  near  corners  of 
skull  as  possible  ;  muzzle  short,  square,  wide, 
and  deep,  without  wrinkles  ;  nose  black  and 
wide,  with  a  well-defined  straight  line  between 
nostrils  ;  jaws  broad  and  square,  with  short, 
regular  teeth;  chops  wide  and  deep,  not  pendu- 
lous, completely  covering  the  teeth  when  mouth 
is  closed  ;  neck  of  fair  length,  without  throati- 
ness  and  slightly  arched ;  body  deep  and  broad  at 
chest,  well  ribbed-up;  back  short,  not  reached; 
loins  and  quarters  strong,  elbows  standing 
neither  in  nor  out;  forelegs  wide  apart,  straight 
and  well  muscled;  hindlegs  straight,  quite  long 
from  stifle  to  hock  (which  should  turn  neither  in 
nor  out),  short  and  straight  from  hock  to  pas- 
tern; thighs  well  muscled,  hocks  not  too  promi- 
nent ;  feet  small,  nearly  round,  and  turned 
neither  in  nor  out  ;  toes  compact  and  arched; 
tail  set  on  low,  short,  fine  and  tapering, 
straight  or  screw,  devoid  of  fringe  or  coarse 
hair,  and  not  carried  above  the  horizontal. 
Color,  any  color  brindle,  evenly  marked  with 
white,  strongl}'^  preferred  ;  markings,  white 
muzzle,  blaze  on  face,  collar,  chest,  and  feet. 
Coat  fine  in  texture,  short,  bright,  and  not 
too  hard.  Weight  :  lightweights  under  23 
pounds,  but  not  less  than  15  pounds  ;  heavy- 
weights, 23  to  30  pounds  inclusive. 

Nomad. 


\J 


ROD  AND  GUN. 


THE   RUFFED    GROUSE    {BonUSil    UmbclllCS). 

THIS  grand  bird  is,  to  my  mind,  the  best 
of  all  the  grouse  indigenous  to  North 
America.  Its  range  extends  from 
southern  Canada  through  the  Eastern 
States  to  northern  Georgia,  Mississippi 
and  Arkansas,  and  westward  to  the  Dakotas. 
The  drawing,  which  I  have  carefully  made 
from  a  fine  specimen,  will  give  a  better  idea 
of  the  appearance  of  this  bird  than  words  can 
convey. 

Two  sub-species  are  the  Canadian  ruffed 
grouse  {Bonasa  unibellus  togata)  and  the  gray 
ruffed  grouse  {Bonasa  unibellus  umbelloides). 
The  slight  differences  between  these  birds 
would  not  be  noticed  by  sportsmen,  but  the 
eagle  eye  of  science  has  detected  them  as  the 
keen  pen  of  science  has  recorded  them.  The 
Canadian  ruffed  grouse  is  found  in  northern 
New  York  and  New  England,  northern  Idaho, 
Oregon  and  Washington,  and  throughout  Can- 
ada to  the  district  of  New  Caledonia,  in  British 
Columbia.  The  gray  ruffed  grouse  is  found  in 
Colorado,  western  Dakota,  Montana,  Idaho, 
British  Columbia  and  as  far  north  as  the  Yukon 
Valley,  in  Alaska.  The  general  color  effect  is 
gray,  and  it  is  smaller  than  its  relatives.  Yet 
another  sub-species  is  the  Oregon  or  Sabine's 
grouse  {Bonasa  umbellics  sabmi),  which  is 
found  in  the  coast  range  of  mountains  from 
northern  British  Columbia  to  California.  It  is 
redder  in  tint  and  richer  in  markings  than  any 
other  member  of  its  family.  There  is  no  ma- 
terial difference  in  the  habits  of  these  birds. 

The  ruffed  grouse  is  essentially  a  bird  of  the 
cover,  and  the  rougher  and  more  broken  the 


ground  and  the  denser  the  growth  the  better 
he  likes  it.  He  is  very  fond  of  hanging  about 
the  edges  of  bush  roads  and  the  banks  of 
streams  ;  and  where  outlying  clumps  of  wild 
roses  are  within  easy  reach  of  dense  thickets, 
there  will  he  surely  be  found  during  October 
days. 

So  far  as  has  been  determined,  this  grouse  is 
polj'gamous,  and  the  breeding  season  begins 
about  the  ist  of  May.  The  nest  is  formed  in  a 
hollow  of  the  ground,  and  usually  is  well  con 
cealed  under  a  log,  top,  or  other  shelter.  The 
eggs  are  about  nine  or  ten  in  number,  and  are 
hatched  in  about  four  weeks.  The  pretty  little 
chestnut  and  buff  young  are  able  to  run  as 
soon  as  the  down  upon  them  is  dry,  and  they 
are  adepts  at  concealing  themselves.  With  the 
care  of  the  young  the  male  has  nothing  to  do. 
Late,  wet  springs  are  very  injurious  to  young 
grouse,  which,  like  young  turkeys,  cannot 
stand  a  ducking. 

During  autumn  and  early  winter  these  birds 
roost  in  trees,  very  frequently  selecting  those 
festooned  with  the  vines  of  the  wild  grape,  but 
during  periods  of  severe  cold  and  deep  snow 
the  grouse  plunge  headforemost  into  drifts  and 
spend  the  night  below  the  warm  white  cover- 
ing. 

The  well-known  drumming  of  this  bird  is  a 
familiar  sound  to  all  who  know  the  woods.  It 
is  the  call  of  the  male  to  the  females,  and  is 
most  commonly  performed  upon  some  conven- 
ient fallen  log,  to  which  the  bird  will  resort 
day  after  day.  Rocks,  too,  serve  as  drumming- 
places,  and  I  know  of  at  least  one  instance 
where  a  large  ant-hill  was  the  chosen  spot. 
Contrary  to  general  belief,   the  sound  is  not 


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produced  by  the  wings  striking  any  hard  ob- 
ject, but  merely  by  their  whipping  or  beating 
the  air. 

The  male  drums  at  all  seasons,  but  mostly 
during  the  breeding  period.  When  about  to 
perform  he  mounts  his  log,  and  after  warily 
glancing  all  about  he  promenades  to  and  fro  a 
few  times,  as  shown  in  my  illustration.  Pres- 
ently he  puffs  up  and  fans  his  tail  like  a  minia- 
ture turkey  gobbler,  then  extends  his  head  for- 
ward and  beats  with  his  strong  wings,  slowly 
at  first,  but  quickening  the  action  until  the 
strokes  blend  into  a  rolling  sound  like  distant 
thunder,  or  like  the  sound  of  a  carriage  rapidly 
driven  over  a  country  bridge. 

Biff  —  biff  —  biff — biff— biff— burr-urr-r-r-r-r  ! 
The  mystic  drum  sounds  through  the  cover, 
but  he  who  would  see  the  drummer  in  action 
must  crawl  cautiously  and  slowly,  for  the  sound 
is  exceedingly  deceptive  as  regards  distance 
and  direction.  At  its  conclusion  the  bird  re- 
sumes his  watchful  promenade,  then  repeats. 
I  have  crawled  upon  drumming  grouse  by  ad- 
vancing while  the  sound  lasted,  then  lying 
close  until  I  heard  the  first  strokes  of  the  next 
effort.  While  actually  drumming  the  bird  ap- 
pears to  be  oblivious  to  his  surroundings. 

It  is  one  of  the  most  difficult  birds  to  shoot  of 
all  our  game.  The  bursting  roar  of  its  start 
through  the  cover  is  trying  to  one's  nerves,  and 
as  it  almost  invariably  smashes  recklessly 
through  the  densest  growth  near  by,  a  man 
must  needs  be  quick  and  accurate.  Further- 
more, it  has  a  clever  trick  of  dodging  behind  a 
tree-trunk  and  then  keeping  that  obstacle  be- 
tween itself  and  danger  in  a  fashion  which  has 
exasperated  many  an  expert.  If  at  the  end  of 
a  lively  day  a  man  could  produce  two  grouse 
for  every  five  shells  fired  he  might  be  excused 
for  strutting  a  bit. 

Frequently  flushed  birds  make  for  a  tree  and 
perch  bolt  upright  and  motionless  upon  a  limb. 
They  are  then  very  difficult  to  locate,  and  when 
the  ordinary  gunner  does  detect  one  he  had 
best  knock  it  over  there  and  then,  for  the 
downward  slant  of  a  grouse  from  a  limb  is  a 
thing  to  be  missed  and  remembered.  I  have 
shot  them  and  shot  at  them  in  all  sorts  of 
cover,  yet  have  nothing  to  boast  about.     Best 


of  all  I  remember  a  rock-ribbed  Pennsylvania 
hillside  and  a  series  of  feathered  cannon-balls, 
which,  starting  from  the  hill-top,  roared  down 
to  the  trout-stream  far  below  and  would  not 
stop,  A  pair  of  us  fairly  sowed  that  ravine 
with  "empties,"  but  we  had  precious  few 
grouse  when  the  halt  was  called.  In  that  style 
of  country  the  shooting  is  more  difficult  than 
any  I  have  tried,  but  you  have  this  satisfaction 
— when  you  get  a  bird  you  have  fairly  earned 
him,  and  his  white  flesh  is  remarkably  good 
when  after  a  reasonable  time  it  comes  from  the 
domain  of  a  skilled  chef. 


With  September's  cooler  days  comes  a  re- 
vival of  trout  and  bass  fishing,  which,  while 
not  so  good  as  that  of  the  opening  season,  is 
by  no  means  to  be  despised.  Indeed,  the. late 
fishing  is  to  me  the  more  enjoyable.  There  is 
no  better  time  of  year  for  camping,  while  those 
scourges  of  our  best  waters,  the  black  flies,  ' 
"  no-see-ums,"  and  other  winged  pests,  have 
become  as  inefficient  as  a  Spanish  army  or 
navy,  or  whatever  best  represents  a  condition 
most  favorable  to  an  invader. 

Up  to  the  time  of  writing,  sea-fishing  had  not 
been  very  good.  The  fierce  "blues"  had  af- 
forded but  little  sport,  while  the  weakfish  had 
proved  uncertain.  But  there  are  many  fair 
days  yet  to  come,  during  which  the  blues,  the 
bass  and  the  weakfish  will  have  a  chance  to 
prove  their  quality,  and  I  hope  to  be  present 
when  the  proving  is  done. 

Salmon,  trout,  ouananiche,  muskallonge  and 
blackbass  fishing  are  all  good,  but  when  it 
comes  right  down  to  unadulterated  fun  and  ex- 
citement, the  sport  of  the  sea,  too,  ranks  high. 
New  Yorkers  are  privileged  in  this  direction, 
for  it  is  a  very  simple  matter  to  run  down  to 
one  or  other  of  near-by  points  and  have  a  day 
with  bass  or  blues.  To  pound  your  foamy  way 
over  white-maned  seas  and  drag  in  blues  fur- 
nishes about  all  the  healthy  variety  an  ordi- 
nary man  requires,  while  to  skirmish  along  the 
beach  in  a  bathing-suit  and  heave  and  haul 
with  the  surf-haunting  bass  is  royal  fun,  if 
your  hands  do  get  cut  and  your  hide  sun- 
burned. Ed.  W.  Sandys. 


ATHLETICS. 


T 


'  H  E  perversity  of  the 
spring  weather  in 
England   has    af- 
forded  us  a  mid- 
summer  opportu- 
nity  to   compare   results 
achieved  by    the   under- 
graduates of  the  English 
universities  with  those  of 
our  own   similar   institu- 
tions.     The   month   of 
March  is  the  usual  period 
of   the  English  contests, 
but  at  the  last  moment  in 
March   a   singularly  vio- 
lent and  persistent  storm 
necessitated   a  postpone- 
ment ;  and,  inasmuch  as 
the  games  are  set  for  al- 
most the  last  available  day  of  the  Easter  vaca 


tion,  any  postponement  necessitated  the  lapse 
of  the  whole  of  the  then  next  term.  Hence,  we 
have  the  unusual  spectacle  of  these  midsum- 
mer athletic  sports. 

The  occasion  was  the  thirty- fifth  annual  con- 
test between  Oxford  and  Cambridge  Univer- 
sities, and  it  was  held  at  the  Queen's  Club 
grounds  on  June  29th.  Oxford  scored  an  easy 
victory  T)y  seven  events  to  two.  It  follows 
from  the  nature  of  things  that  very  few  of  the 
men  were  in  really  as  fine  condition  as  they 
were  in  March,  consequently  the  times  and  dis- 
tances were  not  remarkable. 

The  event  of  the  contests  was  the  mile,  in 
which  A.  L.  Dawson  made  a  magnificent  finish 
and  won  from  A.  Hunter  by  only  six  inches. 

In  the  three  miles,  J.  M.  Fremantle  had  the 
race  practically  to  himself. 

The  high  jump  was  won  with  a  jump  of  five 
feet  eight  inches,  very  light  work  for  intercol- 


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legiate  contests,  when  we  consider  that  our 
schoolboys  on  this  side  have  this  season  been 
clearing  the  bar  above  six  feet. 

The  16-pound  hammer  was  won  with  a  throw 
of  only  102  feet  7  inches,  and  this  from  a  thirty- 
foot  circle. 

The  hurdles  proved  a  very  close  race,  E.  T. 
Garnier  beating  W.  G.  Paget-Tomlinson  by 
half  a  foot. 

Cambridge  now  have  nineteen  wins  to  their 
credit  and  Oxford  fifteen.  The  contest  of  1864 
was  a  dead  heat. 

The  summary  follows  : 

Putting  the  weight— F.  E.  Snowball  (Queen's,  Ox- 
ford), 37ft.  4in.,  i;  J.  H.  Bulloch  (Trinity,  Cambridge), 
36:1.  3-4in.,  2. 

High  jump— H.  S.  Adair  (Oriel,  Oxford),  5ft.  8in.,  i; 
W.  G.  Paget-Tomlinson  (Trinity  Hall,  Cambridge),  5ft. 
yin.,  2.   In  an  exhibition  jump  Adair  cleared  5ft.  gin. 

100-yard  race — C.  R.  Thomas  (Jesus,  Oxford),  i;  W. 
J.  Harrison  (Jesus,  Cambridge),  2;  F.  L.  Carter  (Caius, 
Cambridge;,  3;  R.  Goddard  (Trinity,  Oxford;,  4.  Time, 
lo  2-5S. 

1-mile  race- A.  L.  Danson  (Balliol,  Oxford),  i;  A. 
Hunter  (Trinity,  Cambridge),  2;  H.  E.  Graham  (Jesus, 
Cambridge),  3;  H.  F.  Deakin  (Oriel,  Oxford),  4.  Time 
4m.  25  4-5S. 

120-yard  hurdle  race— E.  T.  Garnier  (Oriel,  Oxford), 
i;  W.  G.  Paget-Tomlinson  (Trinity  Hall,  Cambridge), 
2.    Time,  16  1-2S. 

Throwing  the  16-lb.  hammer— L.  O.  T.  Baines  (Trin- 
ity Hall,  Cambridge),  102ft.  yin.,  1;  P.  P.  Crossley 
(Trinity,  Oxford),  98ft.  loin.,  2. 

Long  jump — G.  C.  Vassall  (Oriel,  Oxford),  22ft.5>4in., 
i;  L.  R.  O.  Bevan  (Trinity  Hall,  Cambridge),  21ft.  8  3-4 
in..  2. 

Quarter-mile  race— F.  L.  Carter  (Caius,  Cambridge), 
*;  G.  Davidson  (Sydney,  Cambridge),  *;  A.  M.  HoUins 
(Hertford,  Oxford),  3;  H.  G.  Robertson  (University, 
Oxford),  4.     *  Dead  heat  for  first  place.    Time,  50  2-5S. 

3-mile  race— J.  M.  Fremantle  (Hertford,  Oxford),  i; 
a:  R.  G.  Wilber force  (Christ  Church,  Oxford),  2;  R. 
B.  Wight  (Corpus,  Cambridge),  3;  R.  B.  Arnold  (IVIag- 
dalen,  Oxford),  4.    Time,  ism.  34s. 

By  way  of  further  comparison,  I  give  the 
results  of  the  British  Amateur  Athletic  Cham- 
pionship, Stamford  Bridge,  July  2.  A  better 
all-round  meeting  has  never  been  seen  in  Lon- 
don. The  weather  was  splendid,  but  a  strong 
wind  was  in  some  instances  too  much  for  the 
making  of  new  records. 

H.  Welsh,  the  Scotch  athlete,  won  the  mile 
in  excellent  time,  being  only  one  fifth  of  a  sec- 
ond behind  the  British  record  for  the  distance. 

W.  J.  M.  Newburn,  the  remarkable  Irish 
broad-jumper,  had  little  difficulty  in  winning 
his  championship  with  a  jump  of  23ft.  yin. 
Ireland  was  well  represented  in  other  events. 

Canada's  representative,  G.  W.  Orton,  dis- 
tinguished himself  by  being  the  first  foreigner 
to  win  the  British  steeplechase  championship. 
His  hurdling  was  very  fine,  and  he  was  the  only 
competitor  who  cleared  the  water-jump  at  each 
attempt.     He  won  easily  by  forty  yards. 

The  old  Cantab,  Rev.  W.  E.  Lutyens,  just 
missed  the  mile  and  half-mile. 

The  finishes  in  most  of  the  races  were  close. 
The  hundred  yards  was  won  by  a  foot,  the  half- 
mile  was  won  by  five  yards,  and  the  "  quarter  " 
winner  had  only  a  yard  to  the  good.  The  pole- 
vaulting  contest  was  again  won  by  the  holder, 
but  with  a  vault  that  was  nothing  special  com- 
pared with  the  work  done  on  this  side. 

A  summary  of  the  events  follows  : 

i-mile  championship — Hugh  Welsh  (Watsonians,A. 
C),  i;  W.  E.  Lutyens  (L.  A.  C),  2;  D.  G.  Harris  (Read- 
ing A.  C),  3.     Welsh  won  in  4m.  17  iss. 

loo-yard  championship — Final  heat,  F.  W.  Cooper 
^Bradford  F.  C),  i;  N.  D.  Morgan  (Fallowfield  A.  C). 
\\  R.  Wadsley  (Goldsmiths'  Institute  A.  C),  3  ;  C.  H. 
jupp  (L.  A.  C),  4.    Time,  los. 


120-yard  hurdle  championship— Final  heat,  H.  R. 
Parkes  (Oxford  University  A.  C),  i;  T.  F.  Kiely  (Irish 
A.  A.),  2;  Reginald  Williams  (L.  A.  C),  3;  P.  Harding 
(Bective  Rangers  F.  C),  4.    Time,  16  2-5S. 

Putting  the  weight — Denis  Horgan  (Irish  A.  A.  A  ), 
45ft.  lin.  ;  N.  S.  A.  Harrison  (Crystal  Palace  School  of 
Engineering),  37ft.  6^in.,  2;  R.  E.  Bascombe  (Bury  St. 
Edmunds),  32ft.  jin.,  3. 

High  jump — P.  Leahy  (Irish  A.  A.  A.),  sft.  n  5-8in., 
I  ;  R.  G.  Perry  (L.  A.  C),  jft.  gin.,  and  H.  S.  Adair 
(Oxford  University  A.  C),  sft.  gin.,  a  dead  heat. 

Half-mile— Final  heat,  A.  E.  Relf  (Finchley  Harriers), 
i;  W.  E.  Lutyens  (L.  A.  C.^,  2;  A.  G.  Hunter  (Cam- 
bridge University),  3;  E.  S.  Ward  (L.  A.  C),  4.  Time, 
im.  56  1-5S. 

Quarter-mile  championship— Final  heat,  W.  Fitzher- 
bert  (Cambridge  University  A.  C),  i;  J.  C.  Meredith 
(Dublin  University),  2 ;  C.  G.  Davison  ((Cambridge 
University  A.  C),  3;  A.  G.  Butler  (L.  A.  C),  4.  Time,  50s. 

4-mile  running  championship — C.  Bennett  (Finchley 
H..  holder),  1;  H.  A.  Munro  (L.  A.  C),  2;  J.  Tennant 
(West  Cheshire  H.),  3  ;  O.  J.  Purser  (Dover  H.),  4. 
Time,  20m.  14  2-5S. 

Throwing  the  hammer— T.  F.  Kiely  (holder,  Gaelic 
A.  A.),  140ft.  lin.,  i;  D.  Horgan  (Irish  A.  A.),  125ft.  7 
in.,  2  ;  W.  Lawrence  (L.  A.  C),  109ft.  iiin.,  3;  J.  Mc- 
Donald (London  Highland  A.  C),  107ft.  8in.,  4. 

Long  jump— W.  J.  M.  Newburn  (Irish  A.  A.),  23ft.  7 
in.,  I  ;  G.  C.  Vassall  (C.  U.  A.  C),  21ft.  8in.,  2  ;  E. 
Faunce  de  Laune  (Cambridge  University  A.  C),  21ft. 
7>^in.,  3;  H.  C.  Gerdes  (Oxford  University  A.  C),  20ft. 
7J^in.,  4. 

4-mile  walking  championship — W.  J.  Sturgess  (Poly- 
technic H.).  i;  J.  Butler  (Polytechnic),  2;  G.  C.  Toplis 
(Highgate  H.),  3;  W.  Endean  (Polytechnic  H.),  4.  Stur- 
gess won  by  nearly  a  lap  in  29m.  los. 

Pole  vault — H.  Poole  (holder,  Windermere),  loft.  3 
in.,  i;  E.  C.  Pritchard  (Royal  Severn  C.  C),  loft.  1 
in.,  2. 

2-mile  steeplechase  championship — G.  W.  Orton  (New 
York  A.  C),  i;  C.  Lee  (Polytechnic  H.),  2;  A.  E.  Will- 
iamson (St.  Bride's  Inst.  A.  C),  3.    Time,  iim.  48  3-53. 

At  the  athletic  meeting  between  Scotland 
and  Ireland,  held  at  Ball's  Bridge,  Dublin,  on 
July  i6th,  the  principal  event  of  the  day  was 
the  making  of  a  new  world's  record  for  the  long 
jump,  by  W.  J.  M.  Newburn,  who  covered  24 
ft.  Yzva..  Ball's  Bridge  is  a  good  jumping 
ground,  but  any  grounds  seem  to  suit  New- 
burn fairly  well,  for  on  July  2d,  at  Stamford 
Bridge,  London,  he  won  the  championship 
with  a  jump  of  23ft.  yin.  Ireland  at  this  con- 
test gained  a  victory  over  Scotland  by  winning 
nine  out  of  the  eleven  events.  The  two  Scotch 
events  were  the  mile  and  half-mile,  both  won 
by  Hugh  Welsh. 

At  the  athletic  meeting  of  St.  Augustine's, 
South  Boston,  on  July  23d,  some  of  the  best 
athletes  in  the  country  were  present,  and  sev- 
eral of  the  contests  were  consequently  made 
exciting,  but  the  principal  event  of  the  meeting 
fell  to  John  Flanagan,  of  the  New  York  A.  C. 
He  again  broke  the  world's  amateur  record  for 
throwing  the  sixteen-pound  hammer,  his  thr 
on  this  occasion  being  158ft.  4>^in. 

A  summary  of  the  other  events  follows  : 

In  the  loo-yard  run  M.  Shoemaker,  Fitchburg  A.  A., 
first ;  B.  J.  Wefers  and  J.  Frank  Quinlan,  both  of  the 
New  York  A.  A.,  tied  for  second  place,  Wefers  win- 
ning on  the  toss.     Time,  10  2-5S. 

440-yard  run,  handicap  —Won  by  Maxwell  W.  Long, 
N.  Y.  A.  C,  scratch.    Time,  54  i  ss. 

88o-yard  run — Won  by  Richard  Grant,  Harvard  A. 
A.-,   T.  E.  Burke,  N.  Y.  A.  C,  second.   Time,  2m.  7  1-5S. 

One-mile  run— Won  by  A.  D.  McDonald,  C.  G.  A.,  40 
yards.     Time,  4m.  41  3-5S. 

Running  high  jump— Won  by  J.  F.  Powers,  St.  Paul 
A.  A.  (2^2  inches;,  5ft.  loj^in. 

Putting  the  shot— Won  by  W.  W.  Coe,  Jr.,  (6  inches), 
42ft.  3in. 

Running  broad  jump— Won  by  Hugh  G.  McGrath, 
St.  Joseph's  A.  A.  (9  inches),  21ft.  6J^.in. 

Three  standing  jumps— Won  by  Bernard  Doherty. 
Distance,  32ft.  3in. 

Throwing  16  lb.  hammer— Won  by  John  Flanagan, 
N.  Y.  A.  C,  scratch,  158ft.  4^2in. 

Vigilant. 


638 


OUTING  FOR  SEPTEMBER. 
SWIMMING. 


THE  annual  Fourth  of  July  swimming 
races  of  the  National  Swimming  Asso- 
ciation, of  Philadelphia,  were  held  on 
the  Lower  Schujdkill.  The  New  York 
A.  C.  retained  its  title  to  the  Sackett 
Cup,  which  it  has  held  for  the  past  two  years. 
The  Sackett  Cup  course  was  ninety-five  yards 
across  the  river,  and  D.  M.  Reeder  (the  Amer- 
ican 200-yard  champion)  covered  the  distance 
in  one  minute  and  nine  seconds,  one  second 
better  than  the  record  made  by  his  clubmate, 
the  late  P.  A.  Dickey.  Reeder  swam  so  easily 
in  the  last  half  that  it  could  easily  be  seen 
that  this  was  not  his  best  time  for  the  distance. 
A  summary  of  the  other  events  follows  : 

95-yard  novice  race  (once  across  the  river)— Won  by 
A.  Wilson,  South  Branch  Young  Men's  Christian  Asso- 
ciation; T.  J.  Cahill,  New  York  Athletic  Club,  2;  H. 
Rosenthal,  National  Swimming  Association,  3;  W. 
Meagher,  National  Swimming  Association,  4.  Time, 
im.  19  4-5S. 

9S-yard  Sackett  Cup  race,  scratch — Won  by  D.  M. 
Reeder.  New  York  Athletic  Club;  Frederick  A.  Wenck, 
2;  William  B.  Kugler,  National  Swimming  Associa- 
tion, 3;  C.  H.  Kollock,  Athletic  Club  of  Philadelphia,  4. 
Time,  im.  gs. 

380-yard  handicap — Won  by  F.  Wenck,  New  York 
Athletic  Club,  los.;  D.  M.  Reeder,  New  York  Athletic 
Club,  scratch,  2 ;  H.  Rosenthal,  National  Swimming 
Association,  im.,  3;  W.  B.  Jennison,  National  Swim- 
ming Association,  55s.,  4.    Time,  6m.  3s. 

The  English  amateur  hundred-yard  swim- 
ming championship  was  contested  for  at  Not- 
tingham, on  the  occasion  of  the  Nottingham 
Swimming  Club's  meet  on  July  9th.  J.  H. 
Derbyshire  won  easily;  W.  H.  Lester  was  second 
and  J.  H.  Hellings  third.     Time,  im.  4-5S. 

The  one-mile  amateur  championship  (Eng- 
lish) was  decided  in  one  of  the  sea-water  lakes 
at  Southport,  July  i6th.  J.  A.  Jarvis.  last  year's 


champion,  was  again  successful,  completing 
the  distance  in  26m.  37  1-5S.,  nine  and  one-fifth 
seconds  better  than  the  record.  P.  H.  Lister 
was  second.  J  H.  Derbyshire  and  P.  Cavill, 
the  Australian  champion,  also  competed,  but 
gave  up  before  the  end. 

The  English  long-distance  championship  was 
contested  on  the  Thames,  from  Kew  to  Putney, 
a  distance  of  just  over  five  miles,  on  July  23d. 
The  championship  was  originally  known  as  the 
Lords'  and  Commons'  race,  the  first  cup  having 
been  presented  about  twenty  years  ago  by  a 
few  members  of  both  Houses  of  Parliament. 
The  prize  now  consists  of  a  pair  of  silver  cups, 
to  be  won  three  times  in  succession  before  be- 
ing held  ;  the  second  and  third  men  receive 
championship  medals,  and  a  certificate  is 
awarded  to  all  competitors  finishing  within  ten 
minutes  of  the  winner.  Percy  Cavill,  cham- 
pion of  Australia  and  holder  of  the  Long- 
Distance  Cups,  although  in  England,  did  not 
defend  his  title,  and  J.  A.  Jarvis,  of  Leicester 
S.  C.  (the  English  one-mile  champion)  finished 
an  easy  winner,  with  about  600  yards  to  spare  ; 
W.  J.  Hawes,  of  Westminster  S.  C,  second  ;  W. 
A.  H.  BuUer,  Otter  S.  C,  third.  H.  B.  Clark, 
Zephyr  S.  C,  was  fourth,  only  four  yards  be- 
hind BuUer.  Jarvis'  time  was  ih.  7m.  58s.,  im. 
23s.  behind  the  record  made  by  Percy  Cavill. 

The  first  annual  tournament  of  the  Chicago 
Swimming  Club  was  held  July  23d.  Paul  Neu- 
man  was  successful  in  capturing  two  of  the 
four  events. 

The  summary  : 

440  yards — W.  Blum  won;  Wieland,  2  ;  S.  P.  Avery,, 
3.    Time,  6m.  36^8. 

80  yards— M.  H.  Kahn  won;  R.  Haubold,  2  ;  J.  May,  3. 
Time,  im.  6  1-5S. 

100  yards— Paul  Neuman  won ;  J.  F.  Haunty,  2  ;  S. 
Avery,  3.    Time,  im.  n  1-5S. 

880  yards— Paul  Neuman  won;  G.  Wieland,  2  ;  H.  M. 
Seyer,  3.    Time,  14m.  31  1-55. 

The  Canadian  Swimming  Championships 
were  held  July  30th  on  the  Ottawa  Canoe 
Club's  course  at  Rockcliffe.  The  principal  event 
was  the  remarkably  good  performance  of  Dr. 
Neuman,  who  swam  the  half  mile  in  14m.  13s. 
The  summary  follows  : 

Fifty  yards  race,  club  championship— E.  Street  ;  W. 
Wolsey,  2. 

loo  yards,  Canadian  championship— D.  M.  Reeder, 
N.  Y.  A.  C. ;  Wilkinson, Toronto,  2.    Time,  im.  38  3-5S. 

Half  mile,  Canadian  championship— Dr.  Paul  Neu- 
man. Chicago  ;  Douglas,  New  York,  2.  Reeder,  Fitz- 
gerald, New  York,  and  W.  T.  Lawless,  Ottawa,  also 
started.     Time,  14m.  13s. 

Long  diving  competition  championship— Douglas, 
New  York ;  Lawless,  Ottawa,  2.  Neuman  and  Ford 
also  competed.  In  this  event  Lawless  did  not  dive 
straightaway,  or  he  would  have  won. 

Vigilant. 


CROQUET, 


AS  we  go  to  press  the  click  of  the  mallets 
and  the  whir  of  the  croquet  balls  is 
enlivening  the  ■  beautiful  grounds  of 
the  National  Croquet  Association,  at 
Norwich,  in  the  annual  tournament. 
The  courts  were  never  in  better  condition  for 
play,  and  the  arrangements  were  perfected  by 


the  following  committee  :  W.  H.  Wahley,  of 
Washington,  D.  C;  A.  W.  Dickey,  of  Nor- 
wich, Conn. ;  Charles  H.  Edwards,  of  Philadel- 
phia, Pa.;  D.  D.  Baker,  of  Middletown,  Conn., 
and  Samuel  Crosby,  of  New  York  City.  We 
shall  be  able  to  give  the  results  in  the  next 
number  of  Outing. 


CRICKET. 


THE  last  game  of  the  Halifax  Cup  series, 
July    i8th,    resulted    in    a    victory    for 
Germantown  by  a  score  of  343  against 
Philadelphia's  104.     The  result  of  this 
match  made  Germantown  and  Belmont 
a  tie   for  the  cup.     A  play-off  match  will  take 
place  September   3d  and  5th,  and  everything 
points  to  a  closely  contested  game. 
The  standing  of  the  clubs  follows  : 

Won.  Lost. 

Belmont 8  2 

Germantown 8  2 

Merion 7  3 

Radnor 3  7 

Philadelphia 3  7 

Belfield i  9 

New  York  cricketers  have  recently  been  fa- 
vored by  visits  from  some  of  the  Philadelphia 
clubs.  On  July  27th  the  Radnor  Club  came  to 
try  its  strength  against  the  New  Jersey  A.  C, 
and  returned  to  Philadelphia  very  much  a  loser. 
Radnor  scored  00  only  against  the  bowling  of 
M.  R.  Cobb  and  F.  F.  Kelly,  and  the  New  Jer- 
sey team  ran  up  a  total  of  277  in  response.  C. 
P.  Hurditch  distinguished  himself  by  making 
107.  This  was  the  first  individual  century  this 
season  among  the  local  players. 

The  Belmont  Club  had  an  enjoyable  tour  of 
four  daj^s  among  the  local  cricketers.  Their 
first  game  was  against  the  New  Jersey  A.  C. , 
August  3d,  where  they  lost  by  a  score  of  87  to 
150.  The  next  day,  against  the  Manhattan, 
the  visitors  gained'  an  easy  win  by  a  total  of 
134  to  39.  The  third  match  against  Paterson 
was  another  victory  for  the  visitors,  who  scored 
123  to  Paterson's  83.  The  last  match,  played 
against  Staten  Island  August  6th,  was  an  easy 
win  for  the  home  team,  who  made  120  against 
55  made  by  Behriont.  A.  M.  Wood  made  the 
best  score  of  the  tour,  by  running  up  a  total 
of  45  against  Paterson.  Pacey,  the  Belmont 
Club's  pro,  proved  very  valuable  to  the  team 
for  his  bowling. 

At  a  recent  meeting  of  the  Metropolitan  Dis- 
trict League  the  subject  of  the  contest  with  Mr. 
Warner's  visiting  English  team  was  discussed, 
and  the  League  declined  the  responsibility  of 
the  match.  The  Staten  Island  Club,  with  their 
usual  hospitality,  have  expressed  their  willing- 
ness to  take  the  game,  and  Mr.  Warner's  team 
will,  in  all  probability,  play  in  New  York  on 
September  2ist  and  22d  on  the  club  grounds. 
We  congratulate  the  club  on  this  undertaking. 
No  club  in  or  near  the  metropolis  is  so  well  ex- 
perienced in  the  entertaining  of  foreign  teams, 
and  there  are  no  more  pleasant  grounds  for  the 
game.  Local  cricketers  owe  much  to  the  Isl- 
anders for  the  courtesies  they  have  always  been 
willing  to  extend  in  the  loaning  of  their  grounds 
for  international  and  other  matches,  even  when 
the  teams  have  not  been  the  actual  guests  of 
the  club. 

The  Chicago  Cricket  Association  is  making 
arrangements  to  have  Mr.  Warner's  team  visit 
Chicago  for  a  two  days'  match.  If  the  arrange- 
ments are  completed  the  Englishmen  will  play 
there  October  7th  and  8th. 

At  the  time  of  going  to  press  the  standing  of 
the  clubs  of  the  Metropolitan  District  League 

is  as  follows  :  Won.         Lost.         Drawn. 

N.  J.  A.  C.  Team  A 602 

Staten  Island 222 

N.J.A.C    Team  B 223 


Won.         Lost.         Drawn. 

Manhattan 341 

Roseville i  3  i 

New  York i  4  i 

The  schedule  of  the  New  York  Cricket  Asso- 
ciation has  been  reduced  by  the  withdrawal  of 
the  Roseville  Club's  team.  At  the  time  of  going 
to  press  the  clubs  stand  in  the  following  order  : 

Won.        Lost.        Drawn^ 

Paterson 401 

Brooklyn 303 

Kearny , 221 

Manhattan 2  4  i 

Kings  County 052 

T.  C.  Turner. 

PACIFIC   COAST. 

The  second  match  of  the  Alameda  Cricket 
Club  against  the  Pacific  for  the  Hunter  Harri- 
son Cup  was  played  June  5th  and  12th  at  Ala- 
meda. The  Pacifies,  going  in  first,  made  168 
runs.  The  Alamedas  had  made  71  for  three 
wickets  at  the  call  of  time.  The  match  was 
continued  on  June  12th,  and  the  Alameda  in- 
nings closed  for  169  runs.  The  second  innings 
of  the  Pacifies  closed  for  79  runs.  The  Pacific 
total  for  both  innings  thus  amounted  to  247. 
Alameda  made  the  necessary  runs  with  the  loss 
of  only  three  wickets. 

On  June  26th  a  Married  vs.  Single  match  was 
played  at  Golden  Gate,  in  which  the  single 
men  proved  easily  victorious.  The  next  cup 
match  will  be  played  July  loth  at  Golden  Gate. 

The  third  match  of  this  season  for  the  "  cup  " 
was  played  at  Golden  Gate,  near  San  Francis- 
co, Cal.,  on  July  loth  and  17th,  between  the 
Pacific  and  Alameda  teams.  The  Pacific  team 
went  to  the  wickets  first,  and  scored  76  runs. 
The  Alamedas  had  scored  301  runs  for  4  wick- 
ets at  the  call  of  time  on  the  loth.  On  the 
17th  the  match  was  resumed,  and  the  Alame- 
das raised  the  total  score  of  their  innings  to  424 
runs.  To  this  total,  the  highest  ever  made  in 
a  single  innings  on  this  coast,  R  B.  Hogue, 
captain,  contributed  107,  and  G.  I.  Baugh  146, 
J.  J.  R.  Peel  48,  and  J.  H  Saunders  40.  Four 
other  batsmen  scored  double  figures.  No  fewer 
than  eight  of  the  Pacific  team  went  on  to  bowl, 
the  most  successful  being  F.  Sewell,  who  took 
5  wickets.  In  their  second  innings  the  Pacific 
team  scored  90  runs,  making  the  grand  total  for 
both  innings  166  runs.  The  Alamedas  thus  won 
by  an  innings  and  257  runs. 

July  24th  the  Banks  and  Insurance  men 
played  All-Comers  on  the  Webster  street 
ground,  Alameda.  All-Comers  went  to  the 
wickets  first,  and  were  all  out  for  28  runs.  F. 
Sewell  took  6  of  the  wickets  for  22  runs.  The 
Banks  and  Insurance  men  scored  87  runs.  B. 
Bird  took  6  wickets  for  14  runs.  In  their  sec- 
ond innings  All-Comers  did  much  better,  scor- 
ing no  runs  for  8  wickets,  but  the  match  was 
decided  on  the  first  innings. 

On  July  19th,  A.  E.  Coates,  one  of  the  vice- 
presidents  of  the  California  Cricket  Associa- 
tion, died  at  Los  Angeles,  Cal  ,  of  cardiac  asth- 
ma. He  was  the  eldest  son  of  the  Rev.  Arthur 
Coates,  of  Newtown  House,  County  Meath, 
Ireland,  and  was  educated  at  Shrewsbury 
School  and  St.  John's  College,  Cambridge.  He 
came  to  California  in  1892  and  was  for  four 
years  secretary  of  the  Citrus  Colony  Club,  at 
Loomis,  Cal.,  and  captain  of  the  Placer  County 
eleven.  Arthur  Inkersley. 


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GOLF. 


'HE  approach  of  the  tests 
of  the  season's  play, 
the  two  championships, 
naturally  draws  atten- 
tion to  individual  work. 
What  are  the  foremost 
men  and  women  doing? 
It  is  hard  to  tell.  The 
most  that  can  be  guessed 
is  from  public  perform- 
ances, but  they  are  often 
fallacious  by  reason  of  the 
fact  that  in  most  of  the 
preliminary  contests  well- 
known  players  have  to 
give  arbitrary,  and  by  no 
means  often  justifiable, 
handicaps  to  their  com- 
petitors. At  the  present 
writmg  little  more  can  be 
done,  at  least  for  the  men, 
i\^  than  to  note  the  winnings 
in  open  tournaments  of 
the  various  players  of  the  season.  Foremost 
among  these  is  Walter  J.  Travis,  Oakland  Golf 
Club.  He  has  won  eight  prizes  this  season,  five 
of  which  were  gold  medals  for  lowest  scores  at 
medal  play.  Among  his  winnings  were  the  gold 
medals  at  Seabright,  Lakewood,  and  at  Knoll- 
wood  the  Archbold  silver  cup  ;  at  Dyker  Mead- 
ow and  Oakland  he  won  the  first  cups.  The 
total  of  his  five  medal  scores  is  400,  an  average 
of  80. 

Herbert  M.  Harriman,  also  of  Oakland,  Henry 
P.  Toler,  of  Baltusrol,  and  Herbert  L.  Riker, 
of  Oakland,  come  next,  with  two  or  more  prizes 
to  the  credit  of  each.  Mr.  Harriman  has  three 
to  his  credit,  all  won  in  the  Oakland  tourna- 
ment. Mr.  Toler  took  two  prizes  in  the  Baltus- 
rol tournament,  and  Mr.  Riker  won  the  con- 
solation cup's  at  Oakland  and  Norwood  Field 
Club.  The  remainder  who  have  won  a  single 
victory  includes  : 

Findlay  S  Douglas,  of  Fairfield,  Lakewood 
Club  Cup  ;  M.  S.  Barger,  Harvard,  Lakewood 
Consolation  Cup  ;  A.  M.  Reed,  Lakewood, 
Handicap  Cup  at  Lakewood  ;  A.  G.  Jennings, 
Dyker  Meadow,  Baltusrol  Consolation  Cup ; 
Edward  Leavitt,  Fairfield,  Knoll  wood  Consola- 
tion Cup  ;  J.  L.  Taylor  and  H.  B.  Hayden.  tie 
for  the  Knollwood  Challenge  Cup  ;  A.  De  Witt 
Cochrane,  Ardsley,  gold  medal  in  qualifying 
round,  Dyker  Meadow  ;  C.  M.  Hamilton,  Bal- 
tusrol, Dyker  Meadow  Consolation  Cup  ;  Archi- 
bald Graham,  North  Jersey,  Powelton  Cup  ;  C. 
S.  Havens,  Cornwall  Military  Academy,  Powel 
ton  Consolation  Cup;  Joseph  F.  Chadwick,  Jr., 
Powelton  Handicap  Cup  ;  Hugh  K.  Toler, 
Baltusrol,  Seabright  Cup ;  W.  D.  Vanderpoel, 
Morris  County,  Seabright  Consolation  Cup  ;  J. 
Prentice  Kellogg,  Princeton,  gold  medal  in 
qualifying  round,  Norwood  Field  Club  ;  W.  R. 
Thurston,  Morris  County,  Norwood  Field 
Club  Cup  ;  George  Brokaw,  Norwood,  Norwood 
Open  Handicap  Cup. 

Of  the  women  expected  to  rank  the  coming 
contest  at  Ardsley  it  is  more  difficult  to  speak, 
by  reason  of  their  more  restricted  area  of  play. 
Miss  Hoyt  is  playing  assiduously,  but  is  almost 
confining  her  play  to  her  home  links  at  Shinne- 
cock,  where  she  is  doing  wonders.     What  will 


happen  on  new  grounds,  with  new  competitors, 
remains  to  be  tested.  One  of  the  conditions 
was  modified  by  the  invitation  contest  on  the 
home  links  on  the  Shinnecock  links,  where  the 
conditions  were  most  exacting,  the  qualifying 
and  final  rounds  being  thirty-six  holes  and  the 
intermediate  play  eighteen  holes. 

The  entry  list  included  Miss  F.  C.  Griscom, 
the  champion  of  the  Philadelphia  Country 
Club  ;  Miss;  Lillian  Brooks,  Mrs.  A.  De  Witt 
Cochrane,  Miss  C.  D.  Eidlitz,  Miss  S.  Thomp- 
son, the  Misses  Chauncey,  Mrs.  E.  R.  Walker, 
Miss  G.  L.  Wilmerding,  Miss  A.  N,  Potter  and 
Mrs.  A.  B.  Claflin. 

The  home  talent  included  Miss  Beatrix  Hoyt, 
champion  of  the  United  States ;  Miss  F.  E. 
Wickham  and  Mrs.  Arthur  B.  Turnure. 

The  best  qualifying  score  was  made  August 
gth  by  Miss  Hoyt  with  132.  The  first  and 
second  rounds  were  played  August  loth  in  a 
blinding  storm.  Miss  Eidlitz  and  Miss  Hoyt  are 
fighting  out  the  finals  as  we  go  to  press. 

Ardsley,  the  scene  of  the  women's  contest,  is 
naturally  developing  an  unusual  number  of 
home  players.  Mrs.  De  Witt  Cochrane,  the 
club's  champion,  is  in  full  practice,  as  is  also 
Miss  Brooks,  the  club's  ex-champion,  Mrs.  J. 
T.  Terry,  Mrs.  Chas.  A.  Smith  and  Mrs.  F.  L. 
Eldridge. 

Mrs.  Anna  Sands,  who  so  nearly  carried  off 
the  championship  two  years  ago,  has  been  play- 
ing at  Newport,  and  holding  her  own  against 
Mr.  W.  B.  Duncan,  Mr.  A.  Rogers  and  Mrs. 
Foxhall  Keene. 

Fairfield  County  is  likely  to  have  a  formida- 
ble representative  in  Miss  Janet  Sheldon. 

Philadelphia  has  quite  a  bevy  from  which  to 
draw,  among  whom  are  Mrs.  Walter  M.  Gor- 
ham,  of  the  Philadelphia  Cricket  Club  ;  Miss 
Frances  C.  Griscom,  who  reached  the  semi- 
finals last  year ;  Miss  Elsie  Cassatt,  of  the 
Merion  Cricket  Club,  and  Mrs.  Fox,  of  the  Hun- 
tingdon Valley  Club. 

From  the  West  are  rumors  that  Mrs.  C.  E. 
Longworth,  of  Cincinnati,  as  well  as  players 
of  high  rank  from  Chicago,  are  expected  to  en- 
ter the  championship. 

The  summer  meeting  of  Harvard  and  Yale 
came  off  on  the  links  of  the  Shinnecock  Hills 
Golf  Club  on  the  3d  and  4th  of  August.  The 
team  match  at  match  play  on  the  3d  was  won 
by  Harvard  by  22  holes  to  10,  as  follows  : 

First  Second 

Yale.                                                    Round.  Round.     Total. 

Reid o  o  o 

Robertson o  o  o 

Terry 3  o  3 

Betts 3  I  4 

Barnes 3  o  3 

Cheney o  o  o 

Team  total 10 

Harvard. 

Curtis 5  5  10 

Clark   2  3  5 

Cutting o  I  I 

Choate 000 

Barger o  ,i;  i 

Sargent 4  ^  5 

Team  total ^. 22 

On  the  4th  the  contest  was  "decided  b)^  a 
thirty-six  hole  foursome,  and  Harvard  again 
won  by  20  to  i ,  as  follows  : 


EQ  UES  TRIA  NISM. 


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Vale. 
W.  R.  Bettsand  J  Reid, 

Jr I 

R.  Terry,  Jr.,  and  T.  M. 

Robertson o 

C.   Barnes   and    E.     L. 

Cheney o 

Total I 


Harvard. 
G.   C.  Clark   and  J.  H. 

Choate,  Jr o 

J.  F.  Curtis  and   W.  B. 

Cutting,  Jr 10 

G.  M.  Sargent  and  M.  S. 

Barger 10 

Total  20 


The  jealousy  with  which  the  status  of  the 
amateur  is  hedged  round  in  golf  and  the  cor- 
dial and  pleasant  relations  which  exist  between 
them  and  professionals  have  received  no  better 
illustration  than  in  the  action  of  Mr.  H.  R. 
Sweny.  The  U.  S.  G.  A.,  on  January  i,  1897, 
passed  a  stringent  definition  of  the  amateur 
golfer  as  one  who  does  not  receive  compensa- 
tion for  services  performed  in  any  capacity 
connected  with  the  game.  Prior  to  the  passing 
of  the  above  edict  by  the  U.  S.  G.  A.,  Mr. 
Sweny  had  conduct-d  a  club-making  business, 


but  he  sold  out  to  a  company  before  the  date 
when  the  embargo  went  into  force,  retaining, 
however,  a  stockholding  interest,  Sweny  has 
written  to  R.  Bage  Kerr,  Secretary  of  the  U.  S. 
G.  A.,  that  hereafter  he  will  only  play  as  a 
professional,  except  in  contests  at  his  own 
club.  We  commend  the  fine  sense  of  honor  in 
this  action.  May  the  sense  of  it  never  grow 
less. 

At  the  last  meeting  in  July  the  following 
clubs  were  elected  to  allied  membership : 
Country  Club,  of  Springfield,  Mass.,  Thomas 
W.  Hyde,  Secretary  ;  Country  Club,  of  Kan- 
sas City,  H.  S.  Harmon,  Secretary  ;  Hartford 
Golf  Club,  Arthur  P.  Day,  Secretary  ;  St.  Louis 
Country  Club,  O.  L.  Mersman,  Secretary; 
Huntingdon  Valley  Country  Club,  Rydal,  Pa., 
S.  E.  Hutchinson,  Secretary  ;  Yahnundasis 
Golf  Club,  Utica,  William  Stump,  Secretary. 

Albion. 


EQUESTRIANISM. 


ON  THE  LAWN,   HOLLYWOOD. 


HORSE   SHOWS. 


June  2ist,  22d — Devon,  Pa. 

August  nth,  12th,  13th — Long  Branch,  N.  J. 

August  29th,  30th — Saratoga,  N.  Y. 

August  30th,  31st — Manassas,  Va. 

September  5th,  6th,  7th — Newport,  R.  I. 

September  17th,  24th — Kansas  City,  Mo. 

September  27th-October  ist — Westchester, 
White  Plains,  N.  Y. 

October  ist — Orange  County,  Goshen,  N.  Y. 

October  6th,  7th,  8th— Morristown,  N.  J. 

The  show  at  Devon,  Pa.,  was  the  third  of  its 
kind  held  on  the  lawn  of  the  Devon  Inn,  and 
open  to  the  general  public  free  of  charge.  The 
weather  was  ideal  on  the  opening  day,  but 
showers  somewhat  interfered  with  the  work  of 
the  judges  on  the  last  afternoon.  This  was  a 
show  distinctly  rural  in  its  general  characteris- 
tics, although  fashion  was  by  no  means  over- 
looked, several  classes  being  set  aside  for 
horses  of  the  stylish  variety,  and  the  show 
being  liberally  patronized  by  the  social  set  of 


Philadelphia  and  vicinity.  The  generally  use- 
ful horse,  however,  was  largely  catered  to,  and 
users  of  these  attended  the  show  in  great  num- 
bers. Classes  for  horses  bred  or  raised  in  the 
immediate  locality  were  many  and  well  filled, 
the  quality  being  exceedingly  rich.  A  parade 
of  thoroughbred,  trotting,  hackney,  pony  and 
heavy  draft  stallions  opened  the  show,  and 
family  and  children's  exhibits  were  special 
features. 

A  horse  show  of  which  much  was  expected 
and  more  realized  was  that  which  occurred  at 
Providence,  R.  I.,  June  22d  and  23d.  Glorious 
weather  and  liberal  patronage  combined  for 
the  success  of  the  show;  and  from  an  amateur 
standpoint,  the  affair  was  the  more  enjoyable 
in  that  the  prizes  were  mostly  in  plate,  which, 
of  course,  resulted  in  an  extensive  local  entry, 
exactly  what  county  shows  are  intended  to  ac- 
complish. It  is  with  great  pleasure,  however, 
that  I  am  able  to  state  that  a  firm  of  New 
York  dealers,  Messrs.  Hexter  &  Strauss,  were 


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equally  attracted  by  the  trophies  put  up  in  lieu 
of  cash  ;  and  regardless  of  expense  they  took 
on,  among  others,  what  proved  to  be  the  cham- 
pion horse  of  the  show,  the  bay  gelding  called 
Admiral  Dewey. 

The  Long  Branch  horse  show,  of  which  more 
anon,  took  place  on  August  nth,  12th  and  13th, 
on  the  Association's  grounds  at  Hollywood. 
Happening  as  it  does,  during  the  height  of  the 
season  for  holiday  makers  at  the  seashore,  it 
is  unnecessary  to  say  that  the  show  appeals 
largely  to  summer  sojourners  and  the  cottage 
coterie  at  this  world-renowned  resort.  The 
demand  for  boxes  and  reserved  seats  on  the 
grand  stand  was  such  that  the  accommodations 
had  to  be  put  up  at  auction,  and  were  eagerly 
bought  up  at  prices  ranging  from  $125  down- 
ward ;  among  the  purchasers  being  General 
Thos.  Eckert,  C.  J.  Wittenberg,  Mrs.  M.  P. 
Moss,  F.  W.  Roebling,  Mrs.  Eugene  Meyer,  A. 
B.  Proul,  Samuel  Castner,  Jacob  Rothschild, 
Chas.  Burnham,  J.  J.  O'Donohue,  and  H. 
Hayman. 

Upward  of  four  hundred  horses  were  en- 
tered for  a  great  variety  of  classes,  and  these 


included  quite  a  number  of  animals  not  pre- 
viously seen  in  the  show  ring.  Large  exhibits 
were  made  by  the  wealthy  professional  horse- 
men and  dealers  of  high  repute,  but  in  addi- 
tion to  these  there  were  fine  entries  by  exhibit- 
ors of  the  strictly  amateur  class,  for  the  most 
resident  in  the  vicinity  of  the  show.  The  ex- 
ecutive committee  and  board  of  governors  of 
the  show  were  made  up  as  follows  :  President, 
Gen.  Thos.  T.  Eckert  ;  vice-president,  Walter 
E.  Hildreth  ;  secretary,  P.  J.  Casey  ;  directors, 
Frederic  Gebhard,  R.  Percy  Dobbins,  Marks 
Arnheim,  Joseph  E.  Widener,  M.  S.  Wormser, 
W.  M  V.  Hoffman,  Jacob  Rothschild,  M.  J. 
O'Brien,  Richard  Deeves,  J.  J.  O'Donohue, 
Edward  F.  Murphy,  and  G    W.  Curtis. 

The  gentlemen  Invited  to  adjudicate  upon 
the  various  entries  in  the  several  departments 
of  the  show  were  Joseph  Agostini,  C.  D. 
Moss,  R.  Weston,  H.  K.  Bloodgood,  Perry 
Tiffany,  T.  A.  Maitland,  C.  Livingston,  R.  F. 
Carman,  E.  C  LaMontagne,  W.  S.  Jones,  C. 
Pfizer  and  Capt.  C.  B.  Rhodes. 

Our  Polo  records  will  be  resumed  in  detail  in 
our  next  issue.  A.  H.  Godfrey. 


CANOEING. 


THE  past  year  has  witnessed  a  general  re- 
vival of  canoeing  interest,  and  along 
most  pleasing  lines,  as  the  open  and 
cruising  canoes  are  coming  into  their 
own  again,  after  a  number  of  years  in 
the  background,  overshadowed  by  the  racing 
canoe.  But  a  contmued  interest  in  that  most 
graceful  of  all  sailing  craft,  the  modern  racing 
canoe,  is  provided  for  at  the  annual  meet  of 
the  A.  C.  A.,  in  contests,  among  which  is  that 
for  the  Central  Division  Sailing  Cup,  the  most 
beautiful  division  cup  in  the  A.  C.  A.,  and  sec- 
ond in  interest  only  to  the  Trophy.  These  two 
facts,  the  revival  of  interest  in  the  open  and 
cruising  canoes  and  the  establishment  of  a 
division  sailing  cup,  attracted  many  canoes  to 
this  year's  meet,  which  was  inaugurated  on 
August  5th,  at  the  west  point  of  Stave  Island, 
one  of  the  Thousand  Islands  of  the  upper 
St.  Lawrence,  on  the  route  of  the  steamer 
Valeria  from  Clayton  to  Gananoque. 

The  course  was  west  from  the  front  of  the 
camp  for  half  a  mile,  northeast  a  half  mile, 
and  then  southeast,  back  to  camp.     The  whole 


course  could  be  seen  from  a  bluff  in  front  of  the 
New  York  camp. 

The  trophy  contests  were,  in  consequence  of 
the  meet  of  the  Canadian  Association  of  Ama- 
teur Oarsmen,  postponed  to  a  day  beyond  the 
possibility  of  including  their  results  in  this 
issue.  Only  the  women's  paddling  a  quarter- 
mile  straightaway  with  single  blade  has  at 
writing  taken  place.  It  was  won  by  Miss  E. 
Montizamber  and  Miss  Edith  Walkes,  with  Mrs. 
J.  E.  Plummerand  Miss  E.  L.  Sands  second. 

The  social  life  of  the  camp  was  brilliant  and 
well  sustained. 

The  company  was  gathered  from  many  parts 
of  the  States  as  well  as  from  Canada,  and  even 
from  abroad,  representatives  from  Bermuda 
and  England  being  present. 

Among  the  early  arrivals  were  : 

Frank  S.  Dunnell,  Commodore:  C.  V.  Schuyler,  Sec- 
retary -  Treasurer;  Percy  P.  Hogran,  Chairman  of 
Regatta  Committee;  W.  E.  Barlow  of  Sing-Sing'.  Chair- 
man Transportation  Committee;  William  J.  English, 
Peterboro,  Ont.;  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John  N.  McKendrick, 
and  Bruce  .\lcKendrick,  Gait,  Ont.:  Miss  Ora  Z.  Wil- 
kinson, Toronto;  Miss  Eva  Wilkinson,  Goderich,  Ont. 


LAWN  TENNIS. 


ALTHOUGH  the  National  Champion- 
ship is  still,  at  the  time  of  this  writ- 
ing, undecided,  lawn  tennis  has  not 
been  without  interest,  both  in  the 
West  and  in  the  East.  The  contest, 
July  i8th,  for  the  Western  championship,  un- 
der the  auspices  of  the  Kenwood  Country  Club, 
'Chicago,  brought  out  sixty-four  entries  in  the 
singles  and  twenty-five  pairs  in  the  doubles. 

In  the  results  the  Westerners  more  than  held 
their  own,  defeating  all  the  Eastern  experts. 
The  first  three  rounds  in  the  singles  weeded 
•out  the  major  part  of  the  second-rate  players. 

In  the  fourth  round  Wrenn  beat  Fischer,  7 — 3,  6—1  ; 
■G.  K.  Belden  beat  Myers,  3—6,  7—5,  6—1  ;  Forbes  beat 
Jayne,  6—2,  6 — 4  ;  Bond  beat  Ward,  6—2,  6 — 3. 

Semi-final  round— G.  K.  Belden  beat  Wrenn,  6—2, 
■6—3  ;  Bond  beat  Forbes,  7—5,  6 — i. 

Final  round— Bond  beat  G.  K.  Belden,  6—8,  6—3, 
■4 — 6,  6 — 2,  6 — 3. 

Championship  round — Kreigh-Collins  (holder)  beat 
W.  S.  Bond  (challenger),  6—2,  6 — 2,  6 — 2. 

In  the  doubles,  in  the  semi-final  round.  Ward  and 
Davis  beat  Belden  and  Jayne,  to — 8,  6 — 3,  6 — 2  ;  Bond 
.an'i  Collins  beat  Fischer  and  Forbes,  6—2,  6 — 4,  6 — 4. 

In  the  final  round  Ward  and  Davis  beat  Bond  and 
'Collins,  6— 2,  6 — 4,  6 — 4. 

At  the  New  York  State  Championships  Tour- 
-nament,  July  18,  at  Sedgwick  Farm,  Whitmam 


carried  off  first  honors  in  the  singles,  and  in 
the  doubles  with  Carleton  as  a  partner. 

In  the  East  the  tournament  for  the  Long- 
wood  Cup  and  for  the  Eastern  championship, 
July  25th,  was  robbed  of  some  of  its  interest 
by  the  absence  of  Ward,  Davis,  Fischer  and 
Forbes,  staying  over  at  Chicago. 

Whitman  and  Ware  met  in  the  finals,  and 
Whitman  won,  taking  the  challenge  match  by 
default,  owing  to  Larned's  absence. 


Summary  ; 


EASTERN  SINGLES. 


Third  round — Marvin  beat  Pier,  6 — i,  6 — 2,  6-1 ;  Ware 
beat  Ewer,  6 — 2,  6 — o,  6 — 3;  Wrenn  beat  Millett,  5 — 7,  2 — 6, 
8 — 6,  6 — 3,  6 — 4;  Whitman  beat  Budlong,  6 — 2,  6 — 2,  7-5. 

Semi-final  round — Ware  beat  Marvin,  6 — 2,  6 — 2,6—2; 
Whitman  beat  Wrenn,  6 — 2,  6 — i,  2—6,  6—4. 

Final  round — Whitman  beat  Ware,  8 — 6,  6 — 3,  o — 6, 
6-3- 

Championship  round — M.  D.  Whitman  (challenger) 
beat  W.  A.  Larned  (holder),  by  default. 

EASTERN   DOUBLES. 

Semi-final  round — Wrenn  and  Whitman  beat  Codman 
and  Marvin,  6 — 4,  6—2,  6—3  ;  Carleton  and  Wright  beat 
Ewer  and  Seaver,  6 — 2,  6 — 4,  6 — o. 

Final  round— Wrenn  and  Whitman  beat  Carleton 
and  Wright,  3 — 6,  6—1,  6 — i  6 — 2. 


CYCLING. 


MASSACHUSETTS    DIVISION    CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

HE  annual  cham- 
pionships of  the 
Massachusetts 
Division,  L.  A. 
W.,  run  at  New 
Bedford,  Mass., 
on  July  30th, 
brought  to- 
gether  the  fast- 
est amateurs  in 
New  England. 
In  the  quarter- 
mile  champion- 
ship all  of  the 
pr  e  li  minary 
heats  were  spir- 
ited, and  the 
final  was  won 
by  Archie  Raw- 
lins, of  New 
Bedford,  in  the 
fast  time  of  32 
4-5S.  In  the 
mile  division 
championship, 
aftertwo  starts, 
in  the  first  of 
which  Barber 
was  disquali- 
fied for  fouling 
Chase,  the  field 
cut  out  a  fast 
pace,  J.  F.  In- 
graham  w  i  n- 
ning  by  inches 
In  a  spurt  from  the  beginning  of  the  home- 
stretch to  the  tape.     The  match  race  between 


Harry  Edwards  and  J.  Gatenby  was  the 
most  interesting  single  event  of  the  day.  On 
the  first  change  of  pace  Edwards  lost  his  tan- 
dems and  was  obliged  to  follow  his  opponent 
for  two  full  laps.  On  the  second  change  of 
pace,  however,  Edwards  was  pulled  ahead  of 
Gatenby,  and  was  not  again  headed.  W.  T. 
Swaiji,  of  New  Bedford,  made  an  unsuccessful 
attempt  to  lower  the  track  mile  record  of  im. 

51  2-5S. 

The  summaries  ; 

One  mile,  tandem,  handicap— Clark  brothers,4oyds.,i; 
Hargreaves  and  Hanchett.  60yds.,  2.    Time,  2m.  3-ss. 

Quarter-mile  division  championship,  final — Archie 
Rawlins,  i;  J.  F.  Ingraham,  2;   A.   Barber,   3.    Time, 

32  4-sS. 

One  mile,  handicap,  final— Charles  N.  Hargreaves, 
15yds.,  i;  Verdo  Westgate,  15yds.,  2;  James  Clark, 
15yds.,  3.    Time,  2m.  13  2-5S. 

One  mile  division  championship,  final — J.  F.  Ingra- 
ham, i;  Archie  Rawlins,  2;  R.  F.  Ludwig,  3.  Time, 
2m.  II  3-5S. 

One  mile  exhibition  by  W.  T.  Swain  to  break  track 
record  of  im.  51  2-5S.    Time,  2m.  4-5S. 

Five  miles  match  race,  Harry  Edwards  vs.  J.  Gaten- 
by—Won  by  Edwards.    Time,  lom.  14  4-5S. 

At  the  Richmond  meeting  of  the  Virginia 
State  racing  circuit  on  July  30th,  these  amateur 
events  were  run  : 

Three-fifths  mile,  open— E.  J.  Hanger,  i;  P.  M.  Ed- 
wards, 2;  D.  R.  Richardson,  3.     Time,  im.  35s. 

One  mile,  open— E.  J.  Hanger,  i;  O.  Hope,  2;  P.  M. 
Edwards,  3.    Time,  2m.  46s. 

Two  miles,  handicap— H.  B.  Warren,  135yds.,  i;  E.  J. 
Hanger,  scratch,  2,  H.  R.  Edwards,  55yds.,  3.  Time, 
5m.  18  4-sS. 

Two  miles,  lap  race— O.  Hope,  i;  P.  M.  Edwards,  2; 
D.  R.  Richardson  3.  E.  J,  Hanger  won,  but  was  dis- 
qualified.   Time,  4m.  21  3-5S. 


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BRITISH    AMATEUR    CHAMPIONSHIPS. 

The  1898  national  amateur  championships  of 
the  National  Cyclists'  Union  of  England  were 
held  at  Norwich  on  July  25th  and  26th.  This 
is  the  British  national  meet,  and  the  field  of 
amateur  contestants  was  a  representative  one. 
For  the  five  miles  amateur  championship,  In- 
gram, Cherry,  Callahan  and  Bourke  qualified. 
Ingram  won  by  a  yard  from  Bourke,  with  Cher- 
ry third.  Time,  14m.  11  2-5S.  The  twenty- 
five  miles  amateur  championship  had  fourteen 
starters,  and  was  paced  throughout.  It  was 
won  by  H.  W.  Payne,  with  Oswald  second  and 
Griebenow,  the  South  African  champion,  third. 
Time,  ih.  4m.  54  4-5S. 

ROAD    RACE   IN    MONTREAL. 

Competition  on  the  road  has  not  suffered 
such  a  radical  decline  in  Canada  as  it  has  in 
the  United  States  within  the  past  two  years. 
In  this  country  no  road  event  worthy  of  record 
has  taken  place  since  Independence  Day, 
though  that  phase  of  the  sport  seems  to  have 
more  vitality  in  the  Northern  Dominion.  On 
July  23d  an  excellent  handicap  was  run  over 
the  Lower  Lachine  course,  Montreal,  with 
twenty-three  starters,  whose  handicaps  ranged 
from  thirty  seconds  to  six  minutes.  Following 
is  the  order  of  the  finishes,  handicaps  and 
times . 

Actual 
Names.  Handicap.       Titne. 

M.  S.  M.  S. 

1.  L.  G.  Cameron Scratch        42:30 

2.  W.  G.  Munro 0:30  42:50 

3   R.M.Angus 0:30  45:20^ 

4.  J.  McKinnon Scratch  45 : 30 

5.  H.  Nettleton 2:00  48:582-5 

6.  R.  Holcombe 2:00  49:41 

7.  W.  H.  Warminton 1:00  56:54 

L.  G.  Cameron  attempted  to  lower  the  course 
record  of  42  minutes  flat,  held  by  L.  D. 
Robertson,  but  missed  it  by  30  seconds. 

RECORDS   OF   THE    MONTH. 

The  Minnesota  State  100-mile  road  record 
was  broken  twice  during  the  month. of  July,  and 
on  two  consecutive  days.  On  the  20th  inst. 
Frank  H.  Williams  lowered  the  previous  record, 
held  by  A.  A.  Hansen  at  6h.  25m.,  by  13m., 
making  it  6h.  12m.  On  the  following  day  Han- 
sen regained  the  record,  covering  the  100  miles 
in  5h.  28m.,  at  which  figure  it  stands  third  on 
the  list  of  the  fastest  State  century  records. 

Frank  B.  German  broke  all  amateur  records 
from  two  to  twelve  hours  inclusive  at  New  Bed- 
ford, Mass.,  on  July  23d,  and  also  established 
50  and  100-mile  records  of  ih.  59m.  29s.  and 
4h.  13m.  51  4-5S.  respectively.  The  summaries 
for  the  first  twelve  hours  follow  : 

Old  Record.  Ke-w  Record. 

Hours.                             Miles.  Yards.  Miles.  Yards. 

1 28  1,585  25  iiSoo 

2 ••■45  1,530  50  352 

3-    66  1,680  72  775 

4 86  1,320  g4  1,6511-2 

5 loi  440  100  520 

6 ....121  1,100  130  220 

7   141  1,320  150  121  i-s 

8 162  220  164  310 

9 181  440  184  130 

10 201  ....  201  1,750 

II 218  880  223  no 

12 238  1,320  242  1,160 

The  former    records  from    four   to  twelve 


hours  inclusive  were  held  by  Louis  Gimm,  of 
Cleveland,  Ohio. 

A  new  record  of  sh  44m.  for  the  Aurora- 
Geneva  (111.)  Century  Course  was  made  on  July 
24th  by  Al  Flath,  of  the  Columbia-Logan  Square 
Cycling  Club,  of  Chicago.  The  same  rider 
holds  also  the  Elgin- Aurora  Course  record  of 
6h.  40m.,  made  August,  1897. 

At  Waterbury,  Conn.,  the  third  week  in  July, 
George  H.  Collett  and  E.  C.  Hausman  estab- 
lished a  new  amateur  world's  tandem  record  for 
two  miles,  covering  that  distance,  from  scratch, 
in  4m.  9  2- 5s. 

AMATEUR   RECORDS   ACCEPTED. 

The  following  new  amateur  records  have 
been  accepted  by  the  National  Racing  Board  of 
theL.  A.  W.: 

Two  miles,  against  time,  paced— 3:42  4-5,  made  by  E. 
L.  Wilson,  at  Washington,  D.  C,  May  19th,  1898. 

Two-thirdi  mile  competition — 1:21  made  by  E.  L. 
Wilson,  at  Wa:shington,  D.  C,  May  28th,  1898. 

One-half  mile,  against  time,  unpaced— 0:58,  made  by 
C.  V.  Dasey,  at  Denver,  Col.,  July  g,  1898. 

NEWS  NOTES  OF  THE  MONTH. 

The  national  championship  of  the  Union 
Velocipedique  Frangaise,  the  ruling  cycling  or- 
ganization of  France,  was  run  at  Paris  on  July 
3d,  and  won  by  Deschamps.  The  distance  was 
2,200  yards  and  the  time  4.22. 

The  commissioners  of  Fairmount  Park,  Phil- 
adelphia, Pa,,  have  appropriated  $10,000  for 
the  further  extension  of  roads  and  bicycle  paths 
in  that  famous  pleasure  ground  this  year. 

Mr.  Charles  W.  Mears,  of  Cleveland,  Ohio,  has 
resigned  as  secretary  of  the  Century  Road  Club 
of  America,  and  Mr.  C.  M.  Fairchild.  also  of 
Cleveland,  one  of  the  ex-secretaries,  has  been 
appointed  as  his  successor. 

The  international  amateur  championships  for 
1898  will  be  held  in  connection  with  the  annual 
meeting  of  the  International  Cyclists'  Associa- 
tion at  Vienna,  Austria,  September  8th,  loth 
and  nth.  For  the  third  consecutive  time  the 
United  States  will  not  be  represented.  Next 
year  these  championships  will  be  held  at  Mon- 
treal, Canada,  under  the  auspices  of  the  Cana- 
dian Wheelmen's  Association. 

The  Prowler. 

a  round  trip,   chicago  and  milwaukee. 

Starting  from  the  business  center  of  Chicago, 
the  best  way  to  reach  the  lake  shore  at  Lincoln 
Park  is  via  Michigan  avenue  and  the  Rush 
street  bridge.  Once  across  the  bridge,  follow 
north  on  Rush  street  to  Superior  street  or  Chi- 
cago avenue,  and  then  turn  east  to  Pine.  From 
Pine  street  the  way  is  clear.  At  the  beginning 
of  the  lagoons  it  is  perhaps  more  interesting 
to  turn  to  the  most  easterly  driveway,  and  ride 
along  the  edge  of  the  lake.  If  time  permits, 
Lincoln  Park  is  an  unending  field  for  amuse- 
ment and  sight- seeing.  The  lakes,  driveways, 
museum  and  zoological  gardens  are  all  well 
worth  passing  attention.  From  the  north  end 
of  the  park  the  Sheridan  Drive  offers  excellent 
riding  toward  Sheridan  Park  and  Edgewater. 
At  th  south  end  of  Calvary  Cemetery,  beyorwi 
Rogers  Park,  a  bend  is  made  toward  the  east, 
and  the  lake  shore  is  reached.  Passing  along 
to  the   north  end  of  the  cemetery,  a  turn  to 


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'Bowneri   Orove 


the  west  must  be  made  for  a  few  blocks,  after 
which  the  first  good  road  running  north  will 
lead  into  South  Evanston,  thence  into  Evans- 
ton.  Continuing  on  through  Evanston,  a  turn 
to  the  left  is  made  near  the  buildings  of  the 
Northwestern  University.  Good  country  roads 
are  met  and  folk)wed  through  their  various 
turnings  until  the  route  swings  back  again  to 
the  shore,  whose  former  lowly  and  sandy  banks 
have  become  rugged  and  picturesque  cliffs. 
The  cycling  through  Wilmette,  Kenilworth  and 
Lakeside  into  Glencoe  and  Fort  Sheridan  is 
splendid.  The  roads  are  of  macadam,  and, 
winding  through  the  woods,  the  scenery  is 
more  like  that  of  rural  California  than  that  of 
suburban  Chicago.  There  are  two  routes  to 
Fort  Sheridan,  the  more  beautiful  being  reached 
by  a  turn  to  the  right  after  coming  out  of  the 
woods  Passing  on  through  Revinia,  one  comes 
to  Highland  Park,  two  miles  from  Fort  Sher- 
idan, and  shortly  afterward  to  High  wood, 
wheeling  through  which,  and  climbing  a  steep 
promontory,  the  fort  is  distinctly  seen.  When 
the  latter  is  reached,  after  a  25-mile  ride,  the 
cycler   bends  to  the  right,   passes  the  guard- 


house, and  speeds  down  the  driveway  to  the 
picnic  grounds.  Milwaukee  is  then  about  sixty 
miles  away,  via  Waukegan,  Kenosha  and  Ra- 
cine, any  of  whicli  points  may  be  utilized  as 
a  stopping-place  for  overnight.  The  run  from 
Chicago  to  Milwaukee,  eighty-five  miles,  is  too 
much  for  the  average  tourist,  although  not  se- 
vere for  those  in  good  riding  condition.  There 
are  no  special  attractions  on  this  part  of  the  route, 
although  the  road  lies  between  Lake  Michigan 
and  the  splendid  farming  and  grazing  lands  of 
northeastern  Illinois  and  southeastern  Wis- 
consin, the  State  line  being  crossed  between 
Waukegan  and  Kenosha. 

There  are  two  good  routes  out  of  Milwaukee 
to  the  west,  one  leading  straight  out  Grand 
avenue  and  the  other  the  Watertown  plank 
road,  reached  by  turning  five  blocks  to  the  right 
from  Grand  avenue  at  Thirty-fifth  street  and 
going  over  the  high  bridge.  The  Watertown 
road  is  generally  by  far  the  better  of  the  two 
for  wheeling.  Though  a  toll  road,  it  does  not 
collect  for  bicycles.  This  highway  is  like  a 
boulevard  as  far  out  as  Brookfield,  twenty  miles 
away.  There  are  three  roads  leading  west  out 
of  Brookfield,  one  to  Waukesha,  and  the  ex- 
treme right  one  to  Oconomowoc,  both  among 
the  most  famous  of  Wisconsin's  summer  re- 
sorts, beautifully  situated  in  a  land  of  spark- 
ling waters  and  splendid  roads.  Oconomowoc 
is  about  fifteen  miles  beyond  Brookfield,  or 
thirty-five  from  Milwaukee,  via  Pewaukee  and 
Hartland.  The  lake  whose  name  is  given  to 
the  locality  looms  up  beautifully  from  a  steep 
hill  a  mile  or  so  to  the  eastward.  Its  banks  are 
densely  wooded,  and  out  of  the  trees  here  and 
there  rise  the  painted  roofs  of  the  summer  cot- 
tages. The  town  is  about  two  miles  farther 
on,  and  is  reached  by  an  excellent  road.  There 
are  hotels  that  furnish  lodging  and  entertain- 
ment for  man  and  machine,  and  it  is  a  good 
place  to  spend  the  night  after  an  afternoon's 
ride  from  Milwaukee.  Should  Milwaukee  have 
been  left  in  the  morning,  however,  one  might 
plan  to  reach  Oconomowoc  for  dinner  and 
Waukesha  by  evening.  The  latter  is  a  fairly 
good  trip,  either  by  the  "  Waukesha  road  "  or 
back  to  Pewaukee,  and  thence  direct.  The 
highways  toward  Chicago  via  Lake  Geneva, 
Crystal  Lake,  Algonquin  and  Dundee,  to  Elgin 
are  also  fairly  good,  and  at  this  last  place 
connections  are  made  with  the  Elgin-Aurora 
century  course.  One  may  then  reach  Chicago 
direct  from  Elgin,  or  via  Aurora,  as  desired. 

The  Prowler. 


HOLIDAY  PHOTOGRAPHY. 


BY  the  time  this  reaches 
the  eye  of  the  read- 
ers many  will  be  in 
the  full  enjoyment 
of  the  happy  holi- 
day time  and  many  more 
preparing  for  it.  The  cam- 
era will  be  in  evidence  more 
prominently  than  ever  be- 
fore, both  stand  and  hand, 
the  latter,  alas !  in  pro- 
portion to  the  former  very 
much  as  Falstaff's  sack  was 
to  his   bread.      That  good 


work  can  and  will  be  done  with  the  hand  camera 
we  know  ;  but  not  by  those  who  thoughtlessly 
snap  at  every  apparently  pretty  picture,  and 
especially  by  those  who  know  and  care  so 
little  about  photography  as  to  be  content  to 
"press  the  button  "  and  leave  others  to  "do 
the  rest." 

But  it  is  not  for  such  as  those  that  I  write — 
they  know  it  all  already,  or,  at  least,  know 
enough  to  get  out  of  it  all  the  amusement  they 
want — although  I  regard  them  with  favor,  as  it 
is  an  axiom  in  trade  and  manufacture  that  the 
greater  the  demand  for  any  particular  article 
the    lower    is    its     cost     of     production,    and 


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consequently  to  them  we  are,  largely  at  least, 
indebted  for  the  present  very  reasonable  prices 
of  apparatus  and  material. 

There  are  those,  however,  and  I  trust  their 
number  will  increase,  who  regard  photography 
as  something  more  than  an  amusement,  who 
are  anxious  to  employ  it  as  a  means  of  picture- 
making;  and  to  them  a  few  helpful  words  may 
be  in  season. 

Holiday  photography  does  not  differ  much 
from  home  photography,  except  in  so  far  as  it 
is  practiced  under  slightly  different  and  gener- 
ally more  difficult  circumstances.  Work  with 
the  camera  is  very  much  the  same,  except  in  so 
far  as  the  subjects  are  concerned,  as  their  na- 
ture will  depend  on  the  nature  of  the  locality  to 
which  the  photographer  betakes  himself,  which, 
as  a  rule,  change  of  scene  being  a  sine  qua  non 
of  a  holiday,  is  very  different  from  his  home 
surroundings,  although,  after  all,  the  differ- 
ence will  be  mainly  in  the  exposures,  which  a 
little  experience  will  enable  him  to  get  correctly. 
The  real  difficulty  or  inconvenience  will  be 
found  in  the  developing  and  finishing  of  the 
negative  in  places  where  no  suitable  dark  room 
can  be  found  or  extemporized  ;  and,  therefore, 
the  first  question  to  settle  is  whether  to  develop 
as  you  go  or  leave  development  till  your  re- 
turn, and  I  strongly  recommend  the  latter 
course. 

But  even  as  the  most  experienced  photogra- 
pher may  make  mistakes  in  exposure  on  unac- 
customed subjects,  he  should  take  with  him  a 
bottle  of  "  one  solution  "  developer,  a  candle, 
a  sheet  of  "  post-office  paper  "  and  a  rubber  or 
celluloid  tray,  and  waste  a  plate,  a  duplicate  ex- 
posure, occasionally  by  developing  it  in  his  bed- 
room at  night.  There  is  no  need  to  carry  any- 
thing beyond  the  developing  solution  or  a  box 
of  developing  tabloids  or  powders,  as  a  few 
minutes  in  the  solution  will  tell  him  all  that  he 
wants  to  know,  and  the  plate  can  then  be  thrown 
away. 

A  good  deal  has  been  written  about  how  best 
to  repack  the  exposed  plates,  a  matter  of  con- 
siderable importance,  especially  in  view  of  the 
light  thrown  by  Dr.  Russell  on  the  effects  pro- 
duced on  the  sensitive  film  by  contact  with,  or 
even  the  proximity  of,  various  metals,  paper, 
printed  or  otherwise,  and  various  other  sub- 
stances. I  have  tried  many  ways,  and  am 
confident  that  none  is  better,  or  even  so  good, 
as  putting  them  face  to  face  in  half-dozens, 
wrapping  them  tightly  in  plain,  tough  paper, 
preferably  black,  and  returning  them  to  the 
box  from  which  they  came. 

In  spite  of  all  that  has  been  said  about 
mechanical  development,  I  insist  as  strongly 
as  ever  that  intelligent  development  can 
only  be  intelligently  managed  with  a  knowl- 
edge of  the  conditions  under  which  the  ex- 
posure was  made  and  the  nature  of  the  subject 
photographed.  Hence  the  necessity  for  keep- 
ing careful  note  of  those  in  connection  with  a 
certain  figure  or  number,  and  the  marking  of 
each  plate  with  a  corresponding  number  as  it 
is  removed  from  the  plate-holder.  This  may 
be  done  by  small  disks  or  squares  of  gummed 
paper,  to  be  had  at  the  stationer's  for  a  few 
cents,  but  better  still  by  a  scratch  with  a  writ- 
ing diamond,  as  thereby  a  permanent  record 
and  connection  between  the  plate  and  the  note- 
book is  secured. 


With  holiday  as  with  hornc  photography,  he 
who  would  reach  the  highest  standard  must 
specialize,  must  take  up  one  branch  or  class  of 
work,  study  it  thoroughly  and,  as  far  as  pos- 
sible, stick  to  it.  AVhat  that  should  be  will,  of 
course,  depend  on  the  nature  of  the  locality, 
but  I  may  say  at  once  that  marine  work,  so 
generally  a  favorite,  should  not  be  attempted 
by  those  who  have  only  the  average  outfit,  in- 
cluding the  camera  that  is  bought  with  the  lens 
already  fitted  into  it,  as  such  lenses  are  nearly 
all  of  much  too  short  focus,  giving  a  wide 
waste  of  water  out  of  all  proportion  to  the 
small  size  of  the  vessels. 

Next  to  specialization  as  contributory  to  suc- 
cess is  a  motive  or  object,  and  the  proprietors 
of  many  magazines  and  papers  have,  just  in  the 
nick  of  time,  furnished  that,  by  offering  prizes 
for  the  best  photographs  of  just  such  subjects 
as  the  holiday  photographer  comes  across,  rang- 
ing from  $5  to  $ioo  each  for  a  single  picture  of 
such  subjects  as  pretty  suburban  houses,  girls' 
rooms,  summer  piazzas,  or  gardens  of  any  sort; 
indeed,  of  anything  and  everything  of  which  a 
picture  can  be  made.  Nor  is  that  all.  There 
is  a  chance  of  both  profit  and  honor  even  to 
those  who  do  not  gain  prizes. 

Here,  surely,  there  is  motive  enough  to  induce 
many  to  resolve  to  go  in  and  do  their  best  to 
win.  But  success  is  not  to  be  attained  by  aim- 
less snapping  at  whatever  comes  in  their  way, 
or  at  everything  that  seems  attractive.  Nature 
per  se  is  not  artistic,  nor  does  every  scene  that 
pleases  the  eye  make  a  picture  when  reproduced 
by  the  camera.  "A  pretty  suburban  villa" 
must  be  studied  from  all  points  of  view  and 
lighted  from  various  directions,  and  photo- 
graphed from  that  at  which  it  is  most  pictur- 
esque and  when  the  shadows  will  fall  where 
they  will  be  most  effective.  Groups  on  piazzas 
or  garden  parties  rarely  arrange  themselves  ac- 
cording to  the  laws  of  composition,  although  in 
no  phase  of  art  are  those  laws  of  more  impor- 
tance. This  the  photographer  must  do  for 
himself,  and,  while  it  is  admittedly  difficult, 
there  is  comfort  in  knowing  that,  when  success- 
fully done,  the  credit  is  fully  proportionate  to 
the  difficulty. 

How  best  to  evolve  the  artistic  and  pictur- 
esque out  of  nature,  animate  or  inanimate,  as 
she  presents  herself,  space  here  will  not  permit 
me  to  say  ;  but  there  is  one  thing  that  the 
would-be  prize- taker  and  successful  photog- 
rapher should  ever  keep  before  him  as  his 
pole-star  and  chief  factor  in  picture-making — 
SIMPLICITY.  He  should  constantly  act  on  the 
belief  that  a  picture  should  have  a  story  to  tell 
or  an  impression  to  convey,  and  that  nothing 
should  be  included  that  does  not  in  some  way 
help  to  tell  that  story  or  convey  that  impression. 
A  picture  should  have  only  one  objective  point 
or  place  of  special  interest,  and  everj'thing 
that  does  not  help  to  produce  the  desired  effect 
is  a  hindrance.  Second  only  in  importance 
to  simplicity  is  tonality,  or  values,  as  it  is 
more  frequently  called — the  rendering  of  the 
various  parts  of  a  picture  in  something  ap- 
proaching to  their  relative  luminosity.  No 
photograpli  is  in  the  least  degree  worthy  of  the 
name  of  a  picture,  or  should  ever  be  awarded  a 
prize,  in  which  sky  or  water  is  represented  by 
white  paper. 

Dr.  John  Nicol. 


HE   EXCITES    REMARK. 

First  Tramp  :  I  guess  dat  gun  of  his  must 
kick. 

Second  Tramp  :  Why  would  it  kick? 

First  Tramp  :  For  havin'  to  travel  around 
wid  a  guy  like  him. — Puck. 

COURAGE. 

From  Life. 

When  I  proposed  I  meant  to  be 

Quite  dignified  and  cool, 
For  there  was  no  necessity 

Of  acting  like  a  fool. 

There  seemed  to  me  no  earthly  cause 
Why  man  should  lose  his  head, 

Or  e'er  before  a  woman  pause 
In  state  of  direful  dread. 

So  on  the  fatal,  fateful  mght. 

It  didn't  seem  so  hard  ; 
Arriving  at  her  home  all  right, 

I  sent  her  up  my  card. 

But  when  she  came — alas,  ye  Greeks  ! — 
Where  were  my  feelings  fine  ? 

The  roses  mounted  to  her  cheeks, 
I  held  her  hand  in  mine. 

She  breathed  a  little,  shivering  sigh 
Half  tearful,  half  of  laughter — 

I  kissed  her  when  I  saw  her  cry, 
And  asked  permission  after  ! 

Elizabeth  Davis. 

Parker  :  How  do  you  like  the  rooms  in  your 
new  flat  ? 

Fleshleigh  :  Oh,  they're  a  good  fit.  A  little 
tight  across  the  shoulders,  perhaps. — Life. 

memory  to  blame. 

Josephine,  where  is  my  golf  suit  ? ' 
'  Don't  ask  me,  Harry.     You  ought  to  have 
a  place  for  everything,  and  everything  in  its 
place." 

"I  do  ;  but  I  never  can  remember  where  the 
place  IS." — Life. 


DULY    QUALIFIED. 

Employer  :  I  dismissed  my  last  watchman  or\ 
account  of  his  intemperate  habits.  Now,  are 
you  sober  ? 

Applicant  :  Yes,  sir  ;  very  often.  —  Pi^k-Me- 
Up. 

Mr.  Wiggles  :  The  true  facts  of  the  case 
^\  ere  that 

Mrs,  WiGG'L¥.?i{interrtiptini[)  :  "  Joshua,  did 
you  ever  know  any  facts  that  weren't  true?" 
And  she  never  heard  the  rest  of  that  story. — 
Sonierville  Journal. 

why    one  woman  JOINED  THE    AUDUBON   SOCIETY. 
From  Puck. 

To  kill  pretty  birds  she  agreed  "  was  a  shame." 
But  "  sweet"  was  the  hat,  she  must  have  it, — 

what  blame  ? 
Such  "  cute  "  little  wings  at  all  angles  were  set. 
And  over  them  all  waved  a  "  darling  "  aigrette  ! 

But  when  in  her  dreams  she  was  changed  to  a 

bird 
And  shot  for  her  gorgeous  bright  plumes,  she 

still  heard 
The  cries  of  her  babies  who  starved  in  the  nest; 
The   anguish   she   suffered    "just  spoiled   her 

night's  rest "  ! 

Since  then  she  wears  velvet  and  straw-work 

and  net, 
AVith  steel  and  gold  ornaments,  spangles  of  jet, 
And  chiffon,  lace,  ribbons,  gay  flowers  galore — 
But  wings  or  aigrettes  ?     She  will  wear  them 

no  more  !  — Judith  Spencer. 

NO,  NEVER  TOO  LATE  TO  MEND. 

He  :  I  begin  to  think 

She  :  Better  late  than  never. —  Town  Topics. 

SARCASM. 

We  whet  our  Wit  upon  the  Stone  of  Chance, 
With  careless  strokes,  and  never  note 

How  keen  its  edge  until,  on  second  glance, 
We  are  amazed  to  see  how  deep  it  smote. 
—  Wood  Levette  Wilson. 


"The  Encyclopaedia  of  Sport,"  published 
in  monthly  numbers,  has  reached  the  middle 
of  the  alphabet  and  end  of  Vol.  I.  Its  merits 
increase  with  every  installment  issued.  No 
sportsman,  in  whatever  land  he  may  live  or 
whatever  department  of  sport  he  is  interested 
in,  but  can  find  in  a  moment  all  that  is  needful 
upon  his  particular  subject  ;  and,  more,  he  can 
know  upon  whose  authority  he  is  relying,  for 
each  important  contribution  is  from  the  pen 
and  over  the  signature  of  a  world-wide  known 
and  recognized  authority.  No  such  an  "  En- 
cyclopaedia of  Sport  "  has  been  attempted  for 
fifty  years,  and  it  will  be  long  ere  such  another 
venture  is  undertaken,  for  it  will  be  unneces- 
sary. [G.  P.   Putnam's  Sons,    N.  Y.] 

"  The  Old  Santa  Fe  Trail,"  by  Colonel  Hen- 
ry Inman,  is  a  book  of  stirring  adventure.  From 
Coronado's  time  till  the  iron  horse  supplement- 
ed the  horse  that  wore  a  saddle,  there  gathered 
about  this  famous  old  highway  of  the  plains 
legends  of  battles  fought  and  blood  spilled,  of 
brave  deeds  done  by  Spaniard,  Saxon  and  In- 
dian, and  legends  it  seemed  they  would  remain 
— an  Iliad  waiting  for  its  Homer,  the  Chronicles 
looking  for  Froissart.  But  when  young  Henry 
Inman  left  his  home  in  New  York  forty  years  ago 
and  went  to  the  West,  the  legends  found  a  chron- 
icler, and  the  thrilling  life  of  the  Trail's  last 
quarter  of  a  century  a  graphic  historian.  One 
can  imagine  the  impression  which  the  wild  life 
of  the  plains  must  have  made  on  the  receptive 
soul  of  this  son  of  Henry  Inman,  one  of  the 
greatest  portrait  painters  of  his  time.  He  had 
been  reared  in  a  home  that  was  a  center  in  the 
literary  and  artistic  New  York  of  two  genera- 
tions ago,  where  he  had  heard  often  from  Irv- 
ing's  own  lips  the  tales  of  Sleepy  Hollow,  and 
from  Fitz  Greene  Halleck  and  the  rest,  stories 
that  have  become  part  of  our  literature.  It  was 
from  such  an  environment,  in  the  fifties,  that 
Henry  Inman  the  second,  in  look,  with  his 
great  black  eyes  and  waving  hair,  more  a  poet 
than  pioneer,  went  to  the  plains.  For  twenty- 
five  years  he  was  up  and  down  the  Santa  Fe 
Trail  from  theMissouriRiverto far-off  NewMex- 
ico  times  without  number,  fighting  Indians  at 
Pawnee  Rock,  as  an  army  officer  establishing 
military  posts,  campaigning  with  Sheridan  as 
his  chief  of  staff,  coming  to  know  Kit  Carson, 
Bsnt,  Maxwell,  and,  later  on,  Buffalo  Bill ;  ab- 
sorbing the  lore  that  had  been  floating  over  the 
Trail,  like  a  mirage,  for  three  centuries  ;  and 
now,  out  of  this  fullness  of  experience  and 
knowledge,  he  writes  his  book.  It  was  a  book 
that  needed  to  be  written,  and  Colonel  Inman 
was  the  one  man  to  write  it.  In  a  flowing  style, 
admirably  suited  to  the  stirring  narrative,  he 


gives  the  story  Of  the  Trail  from  the  Spaniard 
Cabega,  very  early  in  the  sixteenth  century,  to 
the  completion  of  the  Santa  Fe  Railway  in  1880, 
when,  with  the  smoke  of  the  first  through  train, 
the  Trail  became  a  memor3^  The  text  has  been 
finely  illustrated  with  eight  full-page  pictures 
b}^  Frederick  Remington,  and  a  number  of  pen 
and  pencil  sketches  by  Thomson  Willing. 

[The  Macmillan  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"Shrewsbury,"  a  romance  by  Stanley  J. 
Weyman,  just  issued,  is  one  of  a  series  that 
has  given  pleasure  and  profit  to  a  large  circle 
of  readers.  "Shrewsbury"  deals  in  a  very 
interesting  and  enlightening  manner  with  a 
somewhat  intricate  and  exciting  period  of 
English  history — the  years  between  the  death 
of  Charles  II.  and  the  accession  of  Queen 
Ann.  To  those  who  know  the  main  incidents, 
and  to  those  to  whom  they  are  unknown,  Mr. 
Weyman  performs  the  double  function  of  the 
story-teller  and  the  historian.  His  reputation 
as  both  needs  no  advocacy  to-day. 

fLoNGMANs,  Green  &  Co  ,  N.  Y.] 

"The  Habitant  and  Other  Poems,"  from 
the  pen  of  Dr.  William  Henry  Drummond, 
marks  a  distinct  advance  in  Canadian  litera- 
ture. For  years  the  author  has  closely  studied 
the  simple,  sturdy  French-Canadian  at  home, 
and  his  accuracy  of  dialect  and  description 
could  be  secured  in  no  other  way.  Dr.  Drum- 
mond has  grown  to  love  the  characters  he 
portrays,  and  he  writes  of  them  truthfully, 
sympathetically,  and  with  a  vigorous  origi- 
nality which  at  once  commands  attention.  As 
runner  of  an  unblazed  trail  in  literature.  Dr. 
Drummond  has  done  a  distinct  service  to 
Canada,  to  "the  habitant,"  and  to  lovers  of 
clean,  wholesome  writing. 

[G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons,  N.  Y.] 

"  An  Oregon  Boyhood,"  by  Rev.  Louis  Al- 
bert Banks,  takes  its  readers  into  scenes  and 
adventures  of  boyhood  and  youth  in  that  far 
Western  country.  The  youth  of  the  present 
day  who  knows  that  the  journey  to  Oregon  is 
only  a  six  days'  ride  in  a  palace  car  can  hardly 
realize  that  the  author's  father  crossed  the 
country  in  1852  in  a  "  prairie  schooner  "  drawn 
by  oxen,  and  consumed  six  months  in  the  jour- 
ney from  Arkansas  to  the  banks  of  the  Willa- 
mette, where  he  settled.  The  hunting  and 
fishing  instinct  is  early  developed,  and  many 
exciting  adventures  which  could  take  place 
only  in  such  a  country  are  recorded. 

[Lee  &  Shepard,  Boston,  Mass.] 


Books  noticed  here  may  be  ordered  through  the  office  oj'  OUTING. 


OUR  THEATRICAL  PLAYGROUND. 


THE  Castle  Square  Opera  Company,  who 
have  been  giving  opera  in  English  at 
the  American  at  popular  rates  with  so 
much  success,  and  whose  weekly  change 
of  programme  has  traversed  so  wide  a 
field,  are, for  the  weekending  April  4th,billedfor 
"The  Mikado"  and  for  the  following  week  will 
give  "Billy  Taylor"  and  "Pagliacci."  The  result 
of  the  winter's  work  of  the  Castle  Square  Com- 
pany has  been  most  encouraging  to  the  pro- 
prietors and  eminently  enjoyable  for  the  lovers 
of  operatic  music.  Opera  in  English  has  indeed 
taken  a  new  lease  of  life  in  the  metropolis. 

Axthe  Herald  Square  "Monte  Carlo, "amusical 
comedy  in  two  acts,  by  Sidney  Carlton — the 
lyrics  by  Harry  Greenbank  and  the  music  by 
Howard  Talbot — originally  presented  at  the 
Avenue  Theatre,  London,  where  it  met  with 
very  great  success,  is  running.  There  are  many 
droll  complications  in  the  humorous  adventures 
which  befall  a  variety  of  picturesque  characters 
who  are  tempting  fortune  at  the  gaming  tables 
of  Monte  Carlo,  Distinctive  types  of  character 
are  strongly  depicted.  Among  them  are  a 
frolicsome  Attornej^-General  ;  a  choleric  old 
British  warrior,  to  whom  it  is  sweet  music  when 
' '  the  guns  go  boom  and  the  guns  go  bang  ;  "  an 
eccentric  waiter  who  is  a  reformed  circus  per- 
former; a  dashing  young  lieutenant  in  a  South- 
shire  regiment;  a  briefless  barrister,  who,  after 
the  manner  of  his  kind,  falls  in  love  with  an 
heiress;  a  bluff  and  breezy  sea  captain;  and  no 
end  of  other  personages,  not  the  least  amusing 
of  whom  are  a  pair  of  typical  London  music- 
hall  "sisters,"  and  their  lowly  sister  in  art  (after 
the  styleofJ^ti^/iin  "A  Girl  from  Paris")  whose 
appearances  have  been  limited  to  the  less  pre- 
tentious resorts  of  the  cockneyized  East  End. 
Through  the  ingenious  devices  peculiar  to 
writers  of  musical  comedy,  the  second  act  finds 
all  these  people  deftly  transferred  to  the  deck 
of  a  steam  yacht  lying  off  Malta,  where  the  fun 
grows  even  faster  and  more  furious. 

The  book  has  humor,  the  melodies  are  catchy 
and  tuneful,  and  the  lyrics  are  uncommonly 
"snappy  "  and  well  turned.  Brilliant  costumes 
and  beautiful  scenic  embellishment  are  provided 
for  "Monte  Carlo."     The  cast  is  as  follows  : 

Sir  Benjamin  Currie Mr.  Thomas  F.  Kearns 

Gen.  Fredk.  Hoomerang Mr.  Frank  Smithson 

Lieut.  Fred.  Dorian Mr.  Augustus  Cramer 

James,  a  waiter Mr.  Alex.  Clark 

Harry  Verinder.   Mr.  Sidney  de  Gray 

Prof.  Lorrimer,  a  retired  gymnast, 

Mr.  Edward  Chapman 

Belmont..  )   Visitors   at    j Mr.  Edward  Thomas 

Standring  S  Monte  Carlo,  | Mr.  Frank  H.  Crane 

Frangois,  valet Mr.  James  Grant 

Capt.  Rossiter Mr.  Wm.  McNeill 

Midshipman Miss  Susie  Brown 

First  Sailor Mr.  Edward  Thomas 

Second  Sailor Mr.  Frank  H.  Crane 

A  Croupier Mr.  Gus.  Kremer 

Mrs.  Carthew Miss  Jeannie  Winston 


Dorothy Miss  Marguerita  Silva 

Ethel Miss  Helene  Tuesart 

Bertie  Gelatine,  |  the  Sisters  j Miss  Marie  Cahill 

Gertie  Gelatine,  )    Gelatine,   | Miss  Sadie  Kirby 

Suzanne Miss  Gerome  Edwardy 

Little  Jemima,  of  the  East  End  music  halls. 

Miss  Josie  Sadler 

At  the  Fifth  Avenue  Theatre,  Minnie  Mad- 
dern  Fiske  has  a  three  weeks'  engagement,  be- 
ginning with  "Tess  of  the  D'Urbervilles,"  dram- 
atized by  Lorimer-Stoddard  from  Thomas  Har- 
dy's novel  of  the  same  title.  It  is  a  strong 
drama,  strongly  acted,  though  the  necessities  of 
dramatization  have  led  to  the  excision  of  what, 
in  the  book,  is  probably  its  most  powerful  scene 
— the  christening  of  the  dying  baby.  The  story 
as  dramatized,  indeed,  begins  only  in  the  second 
half  of  the  novel,  when  Tess  goes  out,  on  her 
second  venture  into  the  world,  to  the  dairy 
farm.  The  result,  to  those  who  have  read  the 
novel,  is  that  the  mind  is  busy  filling  in  the 
missing  links,  and  to  those  who  have  not  read  it, 
a  seeming  abruptness.  What  could  be  done  to 
obliterate  the  patent  defect  is  done,  and  done 
admirably,  by  the  stagecraft  of  the  management 
and  the  acting  of  a  very  strong  cast.  Minnie 
Maddern  Fiske  impersonates  the  passionate  Tess 
with  an  artistic  force  that  makes  one  regret  the 
more  the  absence  of  certain  scenes  in  the  orig- 
inal which  would  have  given  yet  greater  scope 
and  fitted  still  better  her  idiosyncrasies.  How- 
ever, time  is  on  her  side,  and  Tess  is  but  a 
stepping-stone,  though  a  notable  one.  Should 
it  be  necessary,"  Tess"  will  be  alternated  with 
"  The  Divorgons." 

The  Lyceum  during  Passion  Week  will  be 
closed  to  theatrical  performances.  After  that 
Clyde  Fitch's  new  drama,  "  The  Moth  and  the 
Flame,"  will  be  presented,  with  Herbert  Kelcey, 
Effie  Shannon  and  W.  T.  Lemoyne  in  the  cast. 
This  should  insure  a  strong  and  popular  repre- 
sentation. 

For  a  fortnight  from  the  28th  of  March  the 
old,  familiar  Oriental  operatic  extravaganza, 
"  The  Geisha,"  will  occupy  the  boards  at  Daly's, 
where  it  will  practically  close  the  season.  ' '  The 
Geisha,"  like  its  prototypes  of  the  Gilbert  and 
Sullivan's,  never  grows  old,  and  its  tuneful  airs 
will  be  as  welcome  at  the  end  of  the  season  as 
at  its  beginning. 

Weber  and  Fields'  combination  is  so  varied 
and  the  patronage  so  liberal  that  it  is  nigh  im- 
possible to  foretell  the  exact  constituents  of  the 
bill  of  fare.  Some  skit  on  the  foible  or  fashion 
of  the  day  is  sure  to  occupy  its  stage,  and  it 
seems  at  presentas  if  the  topsy-turvying  of  "The 
Conquerors"  into  "  The  Corn  Curers  "  will  be 
running  through  the  month.  Weber  &  Fields', 
however,  may  be  taken  at  any  time  without 
announcement.  You  are  sure  to  find  the  diver- 
sion, merriment,  and  music  good  and  brilliant. 


ATHLETIC    CLUB    "  SPARTA  "  V    PRAZE. 

(Austria,  Bohemia.) 
Tetschen,  ii8  Lange  Gasse. 
Dear  Sir — I  should  be  very  obhged  to  you  if 
you  would  publish  this  article  about  the  athletic 
sport  in  Bohemia,  especially  about  the  above- 
named  Athletic  Club  Sparta,  at  Prague,  the 
capital  city  in  Bohemia.  I  must  add  that  the 
Athletic  Club  Sparta  is  subscriber  of  the  best 
all-round  sporting  magazine,  Outing. 

athletic  sport  in  BOHEMIA. 

I  mean  that  it  will  interest  our  American 
sportsmen,  if  I  make  them  to  know,  that  there 
is  a  small  kingdom  in  Europe,  Bohemia,  the 
land  of  Czechs,  but  that  there  is  very  good 
sport,  especially  in  athletics.  The  Czechs 
are  very  strong  and  beautifully  built  people, 
as  the  ancient  Romans,  and  they  love  much 
the  English  sports  of  every  kind.  I  shall 
not  speak  of  cycling — that  was,  twenty  years 
ago,  a  popular  sport  in  Bohemia.  The  athletic 
sport  has  now  many  lovers  in  the  population  of 
Prague  and  Pilsen.  Several  new  athletic  tracks 
are  "being  laid  down  in  some  of  the  principal 
Bohemian  towns,  and  the  majority  of  these 
tracks  are  to  be  made  of  ash.  The  tracks  at 
present  in  construction  are  in  Prague,  Plzen, 
Pardubice.  There  are  seven  great  athletic 
clubs  in  Bohemia,  and  in  1S96  was  founded  the 
Amateur  Athletic  Association,  with  the  same 
rules  and  laws  as  the  Amateur  Athletic  Associa- 
tion in  England  or  America.  The  most  sttccess- 
ful  is  the  Athletic  Club  Sparta.  It  is  the  best 
and  greatest  athletic  club  in  Austria,  too. 

The  vast  army  of  athletes  now  comprises  all 
kinds  and  conditions  of  men.  University  of 
Prague  and  some  other  colleges.  The  Athletic 
Club  Sparta,  at  Prague,  holds  every  year  ath- 
letic championships  of  Bohemia  on  100  yards 
running,  i-mile  fiat  race,  120  yards  hurdle  race, 
broad  and  high  jump,  hop,  step  and  jump, 
14^-mile  relay  race,  discus  throwing,  football 
and  lawn  tennis.  The  members  have  won,  in 
the  year  1S97,  seven  championships  (of  Bohemia, 
Saxony  and  Hungary)  ;  42  first,  20  second  and 
10  third  prizes.  AH  races  are  international,  and 
every  year  come  some  German,  English  and 
Hungarian  athletes  to  Prague  to  compete.  All 
English,  especially  the  American  athletes,  are 
cordially  invited  to  come,  upon  their  journey  in 
Europe,  to  Prague  and  visit  the  Athletic  Club 
Sparta  (headquarters,  Restaurant  "  Pinkas  "  ). 
The  Czech  athletes  will  welcome  the  American 
athletes  with  true  Bohemian  hospitality,  and 
they  will  find  in  the  Athletic  Club  Sparta 
many  good  friends  and  sportsmen.  Mr.  Oscar 
John  Laznovsky,  member  of  the  committee  of 
the  crack  amateur  athletic  association,  is  always 
very  glad  to  speak  English  with  the  American 
athletes.  He  will,  too,  introduce  the  baseball 
and  the  new  play  of  basket-ball  to  Bohemia. 

*  It  will  be  our  pleasure  from  time  to  time  to  publish  letters  of  general  {interest  from  our  readers,,  from  whom 
we  are  always  glad  to  hear. 


Thanking  you  in  anticipation  and  wishing 
you  all  success,  I  am,  dear  sir. 

Yours  truly, 
Oscar  John  Laznovsky,  Hon.  Sec. 
[We    have    made    acknowledgment    to   Mr. 
Laznowsky  for  his  kind  invitation  to  American 
Athletes.— Ed.] 

211  Hereford  Street,  ) 
Christchurch,  N.  Z.     ) 

The  Editor,  Outin£^  Publishing  Co.,  New  York. 

Dear  Sir — I  have  to  thank  you  for  your  let- 
ter of  the  27th.  Yau  are  quite  right.  Trout 
were  introduced  into  New  Zealand,  and  the 
increase  has  been  enormous,  not  only  as  to  the 
numbers,  but  also  as  to  size.  I  send  you  pho- 
tographs of  some  weighing  from  ten  to  twelve 
pounds,  and  they  have  been  taken  as  heavy  as 
twenty  pounds.  I  will  send  you  some  more  of 
them,  if  you  think  you  can  amuse  your  many 
subscribers  by  showing  them  the  kind  of  sport 
we  have  here. 

The  extent  to  which  the  trout  have  increased 
here  is  really  marvelous.  There  are  large 
breeding  ponds  in  the  public  gardens  in  this 
city,  Christchurch,  but  at  Masterton,  near  Wel- 
lington, which  latter  place  is  the  seat  of  Gov- 
ernment, there  were  hatched  out  last  year  over 
two  millions  of  young  trout,  and  these  are  be- 
ing distributed  over  all  parts  of  the  North 
Island  of  New  Zealand,  so  that  trout  fishing 
can  be  indulged  in  in  almost  every  stream. 

All  this  may  not  be  sufficiently  interesting  to 
find  a  place  in  your  splendid  periodical,  but  if 
you  think  it  will  be  so,  I  shall  be  very  glad  to 
send  you  some  very  interesting  photos. 
Yours  faithfully, 

H.  Wynn  Williams. 

Hamilton  College,  March  6,  '98. 
Sporting  Editor  Outing. 

Dear  Sir — Can  you  inform  me  as  to  whom 
I  shall  address  in  order  to  obtain  the  conditions 
by  fulfillment  of  which  a  college  may  become 
a  member  of  the  association  which  has  its  field- 
days  annually  at  Manhattan  Field,  the  Ameri- 
can Intercollegiate.  This  college  wishes  to 
join  the  association,  if  it  is  eligible,  but  cannot 
find  out  who  are  the  officers  and  what  are  the 
conditions.  If  you  can  help  us  out  you  will 
greatly  oblige  us.  Sincerely  yours, 

R.  P.  Ostrander,  Clinton,  N.  Y. 

Dear  Sir— The  rules  of  the  I.  C.  A.  A.  A.  A. 
provide  that  colleges  can  be  admitted  only  at  the 
annual  meeting,  which  is  held  on  the  last  Satur- 
day in  February  in  each  year,  which  would 
make  Hamilton  College  too  late  for  this  year. 
It  is,  however,  possible  that  they  may  make 
some  exceptions  to  this  rule,  and  we  would  sug- 
gest that  you  write  for  full  details  to  the  secre- 
tary of  the  I.  C.  A.  A.  A.  A.,  Mr.  B.  S.  Bar- 
rington,  New  York  University,  University 
Heights,  New  York  City. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


WE  commend  to  the  careful  consideration 
of  angling  readers  the  new  Shake- 
speare reel,  manufactured  by  Wni. 
Shakespeare,  Jr.,  Kalamazoo,  Mich. 
This  device  is  a  free-running,  level- 
winding,  hand-made  reel,  equipped  with  a  pat- 
ent guide  which  spreads  the  line  in  even 
layers  upon  the  spool.  The  frame  rods  extend 
through  both  plates  and  cup  ;  the  crank  is  per- 
fectly balanced,  and  all  bearings  are  polished 
steel  running  in  reamed  bronzed  bushings. 
Only  the  finest  materials  obtainable  are  used  in 
making  these  reels,  and  experts  are  employed 
to  produce  them.     Every  reel  is  guaranteed. 

The  season  for  trophies  for  deeds  of  skill  and 
endurance  afield,  afoot  and  afloat  is  approach- 
•  ing,  and  their  selection  is  one  of  the  vexing  du- 
ties of  many  a  committee.  Take  advantage  of 
the  experience  of  such  an  established  firm  as 
the  Gorham  Manufacturing  Company,  of  New 
York,  and  they  will  show  a  thousand  and  one 
useful  and  beautiful  examples  of  the  silver- 
smith's art  that  will  make  an  old  athlete,  golfer, 
oarsman  or  marksman  thrill  with  a  desire  to 
possess  and  treasure  to  his  latest  day. 

The  Remington  Arms  Company,  of  Ilion, 
N.  Y.,  has  gotten  up  an  artistic  and  useful 
desk  tray,  a  fac-simile  of  the  '98  Remington 
Special  Chain  and  Sprocket.  Our  readers  will 
find  the  trays  well  worth  sending  after.  A 
tray  will  be  sent  to  any  address  upon  receipt 
of  three  two-cent  stamps. 

The  famous  Winchester  Repeating  Arms  Co. , 
of  New  Haven,  Conn.,  has  recently  conducted 
some  interesting  experiments  with  the  Win- 
chester smokeless  cartridges  when  exposed  to 
extreme  cold,  artificially  produced.  The  re- 
sults were  most  gratifying,  for  the}'-  conclusively 
proved  that  even  Arctic  weather  has  no  appre- 
ciable effect  upon  the  Winchester  smokeless 
ammunition.  The  temperatures  ranged  as  low 
as  100  degrees  Fahrenheit  below  zero,  to  which 
in  some  cases  the  ammunition  was  exposed  for 
several  days  without  a  sign  of  deterioration. 
This  firm  has  lately  sent  out  a  circular  which 
explains  why  no  firm  can  produce  a  shell  which 
can  be  depended  upon  to  stand  reloading  with 
smokeless  powder.  Why  this  difficulty  has  not 
been  conquered  is  not  explained,  but  the  fact 
remains  that  no  firm  has  been  able  to  produce 
a  smokeless  shell  reliable  for  reloading 

The  influence  of  wall-paper  on  health  is  well 
established,  not  alone  from  the  absence  of 
detrimental  chemical  substances,  but  from  the 
presence  of  soothing  beauty.  The  wonderful 
advances  in  the  art  of  wall-paper  manufacture, 
which  have  made  artistic  effects  so  low  in  cost 
as  to  be  within  the  reach  of  every  householder, 
are  shown  to  perfection  by  Kayser  &  AUman, 
of  Philadelphia,  in  such  variety  and  beauty  as 
to  attract  many  visitors.  An  unnumbered  va- 
riety of  patterns  and  qualities  are  exhibited, 
ranging  in  value  all  the  way  from  two  and  a 
half  cents  to  $3.50  a  roll  of  eight  yards,  the 
prices  made  possible  by  the  immense  business 
transacted  by  the  firm. 

"  Athletic  goods  for  boys  and  girls,"  is  a 
new  phase,  but  it  is  one  of  the  most  important 
developments  in  our  new  national  outdoor  life. 
Childhood  is  just  the  time  when  clothes  efiiect 


most,  for  good  or  ill.  Best  &  Co.,  of  New  York, 
have  made  a  special  study  of  the  subject.  Send 
four  cents  for  their  catalogue  of  700  illustrations. 
It  will  repay  you  a  thousandfold. 

Champagne  with  the  smallest  modicum  of 
sugar  and  light  in  alcohol,  yet  with  all  the  re- 
freshing and  invigorating  effect  of  the  finest 
imported  brands,  is  a  home  triumph  for  the 
American  grape,  yet  a  fait  accompli  certified 
by  the  award  of  the  highest  premium  at  the 
World's  Columbian  Exposition  to  the  Germania 
wine  cellars  at  Hammondsport  and  Rheims ,  N .  Y. 

The  Power  and  Launch  Co.,  of  Bridgeport, 
Conn.,  make,  and  rightly,  too,  a  feature  of  the 
fact  that  when  a  customer  desires  a  yacht, 
steam  or  naphtha  launch,  they  can  furnish  the 
complete  vessel,  that  is  to  say,  hull,  engines 
and  all  fittings.  This  desideratum  undoubtedly 
gives  the  purchaser  the  best  satisfaction.  They 
make  in  their  own  shops  every  part  entering 
into  the  construction  and  fittings  of  power 
boats,  and  are  thus  enabled  to  insure  satisfac- 
tion with  positive  results.  The  fact  that  the 
company  have  had  to  add  largely  to  their  fa- 
cilities not  only  indicates  the  public  apprecia- 
tion of  their  work,  but  lessens  the  cost  of  pro- 
duction     Write  for  price-list  and  catalogue. 

Wine  fortified,  not  with  deleterious  chemicals, 
but  with  iron  and  beef,  yet  retaining  the  dis- 
tinctive and  grateful  flavor  of  sherry,  is  a  tri- 
umph for  the  manufacturer  and  a  boon  to  the 
camper,  traveler  and  yachtsman.  Such  a  re- 
sult could  only  be  achieved  by  those  who,  like 
the  Hammondsport  Wine  Co.,  control  the  prod- 
uct from  its  growth  to  its  packing.  The  facili- 
ties of  this  company  and  its  ability  to  produce 
goods  of  unsurpassed  merit  are  admitted.  Write 
for  special  prices,  together  with  samples,  which 
will  be  furnished  free  to  responsible  parties. 

The  well-known  firm  of  Schoverling,  Daly 
&  Gales,  dealers  in  fine  guns  and  all  sporting 
goods,  will  about  April  loth  vacate  the  prem- 
ises at  302  Broadway  and  move  to  325  Broad- 
way. The  change  will  be  only  a  temporary 
one,  however,  as  a  handsome  new  store  is 
building  at  302-304  Broadway,  corner  of  Duane 
street,  to  which  the  firm  will  return  when 
everything  has  been  completed.  The  new 
store  will  be  a  model  of  its  kind  ;  meanwhile, 
Messrs.  Schoverling,  Daly  &  Gales  will  be 
found  at  325  Broadway. 

The  champagnes  of  the  Pleasant  Valley  Wine 
Company,  of  Rheims,  are,  like  the  French 
wines,  fermented  in  the  bottle.  The  "  Great 
Western"  brand  of  this  company  (the  oldest 
existing  wine  company  in  the  United  States) 
has  achieved  for  itself  a  wide  reputation  ;  it  is 
fruity,  honest,  sparkling  and  wholesome. 

CONSUMPTION    CURED. 

An  old  physician,  retired  from  practice,  had  placed  in 
his  hands  by  an  East  India  missionary  the  formula  of  a 
simple  vegetable  remedy  for  the  speedy  and  permanent 
cure  of  Consumption,  Bronchitis,  Catarrh,  Asthma  and 
all  Throat  and  Lung  Affections  ;  also  a  positive  and 
radical  cure  for  Nervous  Debility  and  all  Nervous  Com- 
plaints. Having  tested  its  wonderful  curative  powers  in 
thousands  of  cases,  and  desiring  to  relieve  human  suffer- 
ing, I  will  send  free  of  charge  to  all  who  wish  it,  this 
recipe,  in  German,  French  or  English,  with  full  directions 
for  preparing  and  using.  Sent  by  mail,  by  addressing, 
with  stamp,  naming  this  paper.  W.  A.  Noyks,  820  Powers' 
Block,  Rochester,  N.  Y. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


OF  all  the  gateways  into  England  none 
to  the  American  is  equal  in  interest 
to  the  route  followed  from  Liverpool 
to  London  by  the  Great  Eastern  Rail- 
road. They  do  themselves  an  in- 
justice, almost,  by  calling  it  "the  Cathedral 
route  ;"  'tis  that,  but  it  is  so  much  more  ;  the 
home  of  patriots  from  Boadicea  to  Hereward 
and  Cromwell,  the  chosen  refuge  of  the  great- 
est religious  houses  of  the  early  church,  the 
land  that  Dickens  and  Kingsley  loved,  and  the 
center  of  one  of  the  great  universities  of  the 
world.  Its  every  mile  is  a  magnet  and  a  mu- 
seum. To  spend  your  first  few  days  in  England 
on  the  Great  Eastern  Railroad  route  is  a  liberal 
education.  It  provides  you  with  the  key  and 
interpretation  to  much  that  will  follow,  and  adds 
to  the  enjoyment  of  all  the  later  days. 

"  A  Summer's  Cruise  in  Winter's  Home,"  a 
glimpse  of  the  northern  mystery  land,  to  stand 
within  the  magic  circle  that  has  fascinated 
voyagers  these  hundreds  of  years,  and  will  till 
its  mysteries  have  been  unraveled,  where  the 
banished  frost  king  erstwhile  reigned — and  yet 
to  revel  in  perpetual  sunshine  ;  these  be  attrac 
tions  indeed.  This  is  the  tour  of  the  good  ship 
Aicgusta  Vu'torm,  of  the  Hamburg-American 
line,  that  will  transport  you  to  the  uttermost 
parts  of  the  earth,  surrounded  by  all  the  com- 
forts of  home,  all  the  refinements  of  society, 
and  all  the  artistic  embellishments  and  mechan- 
ical and  sanitary  contrivances  which  modern 
invention  has  made  necessary  in  our  environ- 
ment. To  rob  the  sea  of  its  terrors  and  travel 
of  its  every  petty  annoyance,  to  move  a  first- 
class  American  hotel,  with  all  its  guests,  its 
staff  and  its  stores,  thousands  of  miles  in  forty 
days,  and  yet  at  a  price  within  even  moderate 
means,  is  one  of  the  distinctive  achievements 
that  mark  the  close  of  the  nineteenth  century. 
The  A  ugtista  Victoria  sails  from  New  York 
on  the  23d  of  June  for  the  land  of  the  midnight 
sun,  Norway,  North  Cape  and  Spitzbergen. 

A  FOLDING  camp-bed  that  will  occupy  but  4 
inches  by  5  inches  and  three  feet  long  is  the 
very  thing  required  when  the  maximum  of  elas- 
ticity and  comfort  is  wanted  at  night  and  the 
minimum  of  space  can  be  spared  in  the  morn- 
ing. The  Gold  Medal  Camp  Furniture  and 
Novelty  Manufacturing  Co.,  of  Racine,  Wis., 
make  that  and  many  other  folding  cam.p 
requisites. 

Upon  the  various  lines  of  the  Erie  there  is  to 
be  found  such  a  great  variety  of  summering 
places  that  the  taste  of  everyone  may  be  satis- 
fied. Whether  it  be  a  modern  hotel,  where 
fashion  and  pride  reign  supreme,  a  quiet  farm- 
house by  babbling  brook,  a  retreat  far  up  on 
the  rugged  mountain-side,  or  a  modest  home 
upon  the  shadowy  shores  of  some  crystal  lake, 
they  are  all  here,  and  one  has  but  to  choose 
between  them.  Send  for  "  Rural  Summer 
Homes,"  to  D.  I.  Roberts,  G.  P.  A.,  21  Cortlandt 
street,  N.  Y. ,  and  summer  will  be  with  you 
ere  the  equinox  is  past. 

The  first  essential  in  railroad  traveling,  es- 
pecially when  the  motive  is  pleasure,  is  a  sense 
of  security,  a  belief  that  everything  that  can 
be  done  to  insure  safety  has  been  done.  The 
next  is  comfort  in  rolling  stock-  "'     ;ess,  atten- 


tion, room,  and  the  best  of  subordinate  accom- 
modation. The  third  is  punctuality.  All  these 
are  combined  on  the  Pennsylvania  system,  and 
all  are  carried  to  the  highest  pitch  of  perfec- 
tion. It  is  a  royal  line  and  deserves  the  posi- 
tion it  holds. 

Intending  campers  and  sportsmen  generally 
should  send  to  F.  Cortez,  Wilson  &  Co.,  of  239- 
241  Lake  street,  Chicago,  for  catalogues  and 
circulars  describing  the  Wilson  "  Kamp  Kook's 
Kit,"  and  Wilson's  Kamp  Komfort  heater  with 
oven.  The  Kook's  Kit  comprises  21  pieces, 
which  pack  into  a  space  i4»4xioJ^x8,  and  only 
weighs  15  pounds.  With  table  ware  of  33 
pieces  the  kit  packed  weighs  only  20  pounds. 
The  firm  also  manufactures  excellent  tackle 
and  shell  boxes. 

These  are  the  days  of  co-operation,  and  Euro- 
pean tours  under  the  tutelage  of  Thos.  Cook  & 
Son  insure  you  the  freedom  from  care,  the  pres- 
ence of  every  detail  at  the  right  place  in  the 
right  time,  and  the  accuracy  and  dispatch  that 
only  the  individual  courier  and  his  attendant 
cost  could  aforetime  insure. 

MoNON  Route  — The  great  double-deck  bi- 
cycle track  at  West  Baden  Springs,  Ind.,  which 
blew  down  a  few  weeks  ago,  is  being  rebuilt  in 
a  most  substantial  manner.  The  track,  which 
is  a  third  of  a  mile  long,  is  reached  by  a  cov- 
ered way.  A  big  swimming  pool  eight}?^  feet 
long,  attached  to  the  hotel,  is  now  nearly 
finished.  The  hotel  building  at  French  Lick, 
which  was  burned  last  summer,  will  soon  be 
replaced  by  a  larger  and  finer  structure.  These 
springs,  which  are  on  the  Monon  Route,  are  so 
heavily  patronized  that  it  is  expected  that  a 
new  road,  already  surveyed,  will  soon  be  built 
direct  from  Louisville. 

"  The  Sunset  Route." — The  very  name  is  a 
poem,  and  its  realization  more  than  equals  ex- 
pectation. Whether  your  destination  be  the 
Golden  Gate  or  far  Hawaii,  fantastic  Japan  or 
China,  the  Southern  Pacific  offers  advantages 
in  route  and  creature  comforts  not  to  be 
equaled.  The  old  curiosity  shops  of  New  Or- 
leans are  temptation  enough  to  turn  the  scale 
in  its  favor  if  anv  other  factor  were  needed. 

To  BE  rid  of  the  obligation  of  an  official  li- 
cense and  to  have  a  smokeless,  fireless  motive 
power  for  your  launch  for  one  cent  per  horse- 
power per  hour  are  the  record  of  the  "  Globe  " 
gasoline  marine  engines  and  launches  of  the 
Pennsylvania  Iron  Works  Co.,  of  Philadelphia. 
They  aid  business  and  pleasure  wherever  aux- 
iliary power  is  needed,  and  are  made  from  i|^ 
to  250  h.  p.  Write  for  full  information  and 
catalogue  to  the  New  York  office.  Cable  Build- 
ing, 621  Broadway. 

When  perchance  the  special  study  of  years 
in  the  galleries  of  Europe  and  amidst  its  many 
historical  scenes,  becomes  available  to  the  pub- 
lic, it  is  an  occasion  that  enhances  the  attrac- 
tions of  a  trip.  This  will  occur  with  Mr.  Ed- 
win Jones'  tour  that  leaves  New  York  on  the 
Rotterdam,  June  18th,  for  Holland,  Great 
Britain,  France,  Switzerland,  Italy,  Austria, 
Germany  and  Belgium.  The  members  of  the 
party  will  have  the  great  advantage  of  the 
company,  in  an  official  capacity,  of  Mr,s.  Farrar, 


LONG    RANGE. 

Eastern  Tourist  {eritditely)  :  The  man  is 
wealthy,  you  say,  and  yet  is  somewhat  slow  in 
paying  you?  Well,  the  thing  you  want  to  do 
is,  draw  on  him  right  away. 

Nevada  Ned  :  Draw  on  him  !  Didn't  I  tell 
you  he  lived  forty  miles  from  here  ?  What  kind 
of  a  gun  do  you  think  I  carry? — Truth. 

the  daffodil. 

The  bees  came  out  one  April  day, 

And  spring  was  late  and  cold  ; 
The  crocus  drooped  its  pretty  head 

Above  the  chilly  mould. 
But  close  within  a  crinkled  bud 

Of  texture  silken-thin, 
Still  lay  the  golden  daffodil ; 

So  all  the  bees  went  in. 

The  bees  came  out  a  windy  morn  ; 

The  garden  still  was  bare  ; 
A  hint  of  winter's  silver  frost 

Was  sparkling  in  the  air. 
But  where  the  tulip,  gay  and  tall, 

A  cup  of  crimson  drained, 
The  daffodil  its  glory  spread  ; 

So  all  the  bees  remained. 

— Minna  Irving  m  Judge. 

appreciates  their  power. 

"Yes,"  said  the  hardware  man,  "it  makes 
me  nervous  to  hear  that  a  wheelman  has  punc- 
tured his  tire." 

' '  How  is  that  ?  " 

"  I'm  always  expecting  that  some  member  of 
the  confraternity  will  inaugurate  a  movement 
to  prohibit  the  manufacture  of  tacks."— Z!^,? 
Alarmist. 

The  sock  and  buskin  he  would  don  ; 
His  own  ambition  egged  him  on. 
The  sock  and  buskin  he  did  doff  ; 
The  ribald  public  egged  him  off. 

— Harvard  Lampoon. 


A    NARROW   escape. 

Frosty  Foot  {thoughtfully')  :  Wot's  de 
nearest  I  ever  come  ter  death?  Well,  onct 
upon  a  time  I  wuz  sound  asleep  an'  ridin'  on 
de  trucks  uv  a  freight-train  w'en  it  run  off  de 
track. 

Chilly  Blaine  :  An'  dat's  de  nearest  yer 
ever  cum  ter  death  ? 

Frosty  Foot  :  Yes  ;  dat  freight-train  was 
bound  fer  Philadelphia,  an'  I  didn't  know  it. 
De  accident  saved  me. 

"  I'm  sorry,  madam,  but  it's  against  the  rules 
of  the  house.  I  can't  exchange  that  goods 
again."  "But  my  husband  doesn't  like  it  !" 
"Why  not  exchange  your  husband?" — Flie- 
gende  Blatter. 

Jink:  "My  dear  MacFuddle,  it's  the  very 
thing  you  want!  Charming  house  —  lovely 
spot  !  Cheap,  too.  But  one  great  drawback. 
You  can't  get  any  water  there  !  " 

MacFuddle  :  "  Oh,  that  doesn't  matter  !  " 

— Punch. 

EX  POST    facto    logic. 

After  people  pass  sixty  years  of  age,  they 
trace  every  ailment  of  youth  to  the  indiscretion 
of  having  remained  up  as  late  as  ten  o'clock  at 
night. — Atchison  Globe. 

a  paradox. 

You  can  never  tell  a  man's  weight  by  his 
sighs. —  Yonkers  Gazette. 

"  Yes,  Stubbs  was  goin'  into  a  decline,  an' 
the  doctor  said  the  best  thing  for  him  was  to 
get  an  easy  government  job  an'  lie  around  doin' 
nothin'  "  "  A  sinecure,  eh?"  "  I  don't  know 
what  kind  o'  cure  you  call  it,  but  anyway  he's 
cured." — Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

If  clothes  make  the  inan,  the  tailor  who 
makes  the  clothes  carries  an  awful  load  of  re- 
sponsibility.— Sonierville  Journal. 


"  Racing  and  Chasing,"  a  collection  of  sport- 
ing stories  by  Alfred  E.T.  Watson,  is  a  com- 
panion volume,  and  a  worthy  one,  of  "  Sketches 
in  the  Hunting  Field"  and  "  Course  and  Covert- 
Side,"  Few  men  have  had  the  social  and  pro- 
fessional opportunities  of  the  genial  editor  of 
the  Badminton  Series,  to  gather,  and  fewer  still 
have  the  knack  of  repeating,  without  loss  of 
flavor,  such  good  stories  of  the  chase. 

[Longmans,  Green  &  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"  Your  Little  Brother  James,"  by  Miss 
Caroline  H.  Pemberton,  in  the  simplest  lan- 
guage, with  accurate  detail,  describes  the  street 
life  and  home  redemption  of  a  boy  of  the  streets. 
The  authoress  is  well  fitted  to  write  this  narra- 
tive of  facts.  Therein  is  its  strength.  There 
is  ample  room  in  the  subject  for  fine  writing 
and  the  intrusion  of  opinions,  neither  of  which 
the  talented  authoress  attempts. 

[George  W.  Jacobs  &  Co.,  Phila.,  Pa.] 

The  style  of  treatment  of  "  Sketches  of  Some 
Common  Birds,"  by  P.  M.  Silloway,  makes  the 
volume  of  especial  value  to  the  teacher.  Each 
species  is  sketched  in  a  systematic  manner,  and 
hence  the  teacher  is  supplied  with  valuable 
material  for  bird  study  and  for  supplementary 
reading  in  school.  From  the  reading  of  this 
book,  teachers  and  pupils  will  find  both  inspira- 
tion and  information,  and  ornithology  in  school 
will  become  other  work  than  the  study  of  tech- 
nical terms  and  bewildering  classifications. 
With  thoroughness  of  treatment,  the  author  has 
happily  combined  a  pleasing  style  and  a  literary 
ease  which  render  the  book  a  suitable  companion 
for  the  general  reader,  either  old  or  young. 
The  charm  of  contact  with  nature  brightens 
every  paragraph,  while  the  fact  that  the  author 
is  an  associate  member  of  the  American  Ornith- 
ologists' Union  is  a  guarantee  that  the  material 
is  unmistakably  genuine.  The  volume  is  illus- 
trated with  half-tones  from  photographs  made, 
with  few  exceptions,  by  Dr.  R.  W.  Shufeldt,  of 
the  Smithsonian  Institution,  from  living  birds 
and  nests  in  sitit. 

[The  Editor  Pub.  Co.,  Cincinnati,  O.] 

"Pacific  Shores,  or  Adventures  in  Eastern 
Seas,"  by  Oliver  Optic,  is  the  twelfth  and  last 
volume  of  the  AU-Over-the- World  Library.  As 
indicated  in  the  preceding  volumes  the  purpose 
of  the  voyage  described  is  the  education  of  the 
hero,  Louis  Belgrave,  who  has  come  into  pos- 
session of  his  grandfather's  property.  The 
present  volume  covers  an  extended  stay  in 
Japan,  where  all  the  principal  points  of  interest 
are  visited.     From  the  land  of  the  Mikado  the 


party  proceeds  to  Australia  and  New  Zealand 
and  thence  to  America,  stopping  for  a  week's 
stay  at  the  Fiji  Islands.  The  j^oung  travelers 
have  their  full  share  of  exciting  adventure, 
while  the  author  never  loses  sight  of  his  pur- 
pose in  writing  the  series  ;  that  is,  the  convey- 
ance of  useful  information,  much  of  it  obtained 
during  the  author's  own  travels. 

[Lee  &  Shepard,  Boston,  Mass.] 

"  Dreams  in  Homespun,"  by  Sam  Walter 
Foss,  who  belongs  to  the  school  of  Carleton, 
Field  and  Riley — genuine  humorists  who  have 
something  to  say  and  a  popular  way  of  saying 
it.  While  there  is  plenty  of  humor  in  his  work, 
its  strength  lies  in  its  •  philosophic  suggestions 
and  earnestness  of  thought,  the  product  of  ex- 
perience in  early  life  amongst  the  farms  of 
New  England.  Much  was  expected  from  Mr. 
Foss's  earlier  volumes,  "Whiffs  from  Wild 
Meadows,"  and  "  Back  Country  Poems."  He 
has  not  disappointed  his  admirers. 

[Lee  &  Shepard,  Boston,  Mass.] 

"The  Man  Who  Outlived  Himself,"  and 
other  short  stories,  by  Albion  W.  Tourgee, 
author  of  "  A  Fool's  Errand." 

It  is  some  years  since  Judge  A.  W.  Tourgee 
came  before  the  public  with  a  work  of  fiction, 
and  the  handy  little  volume  that  is  now  issued 
under  his  name  bears  a  rather  paradoxical  title, 
"  The  Man  Who  Outlived  Himself."  This  cer- 
tainty bears  evidence  of  Tourgee's  striking  in- 
genuity and  of  his  dramatic  descriptive  power. 
Although  dealing  with  abnormal  conditions,  it 
is  thoroughly  wholesome  ;  and,  while  relating 
experiences  of  darkness  and  despair,  it  is  sweet- 
spirited,  hopeful  and  cheering,  both  in  general 
tone  and  in  final  effect.  In  the  same  volume 
are  two  other  stories,  full  of  Judge  Tourgee's 
keen  knowledge  of  human  nature  and  his  store 
of  acquaintance  with  many  quaint  characters. 
"  Poor  Joel  Pike,"  is  a  complicated  mystery  in 
the  life  of  an  odd  old  countryman,  yet  redolent 
of  youth  and  love,  and  rich  in  exquisite  descrip- 
tions of  nature,  with  entertaining  talk  of  an- 
imals, farming,  logging,  country  lawyers  and 
other  miscellany,  Joel  Pike's  mystery  being 
happily  solved  at  the  end.  "  The  Grave  of 
Tante  Angelique  "  is  an  adventurous  romance, 
located  amid  picturesque  Southern  surround- 
ings. It  is  very  spirited  and  is  a  capital  little 
love  story,  well  deserving  its  place  in  this 
group.  The  volume  is  small,  tastefully  decor- 
ated, in  clear  type,  on  good  paper,  and  must 
become  a  favorite. 

[Fords,  Howard  &  Hulbert,  N.  Y.] 


Books  noticed  here  may  be  ordered  through  the  office  of  OUTING. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


In  view  of  possible  disturbed  conditions  along 
our  Atlantic  coast,  perhaps  more  than  the  usual 
number  of  readers  of  Outing  will  plan  for  a 
holiday  inland,  in  the  region  of  the  great  lakes, 
or  wherever  the  desired  facilities  may  be  most 
readily  obtained.  Those  who  especially  desire 
the  most  beneficial  air  in  addition  to  natural 
beauties,  excellent  sport,  attractive  waters,  and 
practically  unlimited  possibilities  for  canoeing 
and  camping  parties,  will  do  well  to  read  the 
pocket  volumes  published  by  the  popular  Grand 
Trunk  Railwajr  of  Canada.  This  important 
and  finely-equipped  system  offers  a  direct  and 
comfortable  route  to  the  White  Mountains,  to 
some  of  the  best  trout  sections,  notably  the 
Rangeley  region,  of  Maine,  and,  above  all,  to 
that  now  celebrated  wonderland  of  lake  and 
stream,  Muskoka,  which  comprises  the  gems  of 
the  Highlands  of  Ontario.  Muskoka  offers 
health,  beauty,  pure  air,  sweet  water,  sport, 
and  recreation  to  all.  The  territory  is  so  large 
that  there  is  room  for  all,  and  no  man  need 
complain  about  his  trail  being  travel-worn.  It 
is  a  region  of  low  prices,  without  any  of  those 
drawbacks  which  sometimes  associate  them- 
selves with  what  is  "cheap."  The  best  of 
Canadian,  and  some  of  the  best  of  American, 
society  there  make  annual  holiday,  and  the 
social  atmosphere  is  as  wholesome  and  pleasant 
as  is  the  God-given  breeze  which  forever  stirs 
from  the  picturesque  hills  to  the  sparkling 
lakes.  Within  easy  reach  of  Muskoka  lie  the 
marvelous  island  clusters  of  Georgian  Bay,  and 
leagues  upon  leagues  of  almost  unknown  rivers 
and  shores,  beautiful  as  they  were  when  only 
the  smoke  from  the  Indians'  fire  proclaimed 
man's  presence.  The  publications  of  the  Grand 
Trunk  Railway  tell  all  about  routes,  rates, 
guides  and  accommodations,  and  they  are 
worth  much  more  than  the  trouble  of  writing 
for  free  copies  to  the  General  Passenger  Agent, 
Montreal,  Canada. 

The  Nickel  Plate  route  continues  to  keep 
ahead  in  railway  matters,  despite  intense  com- 
petition. How  is  this  accomplished?.  Simply  by 
catering  fully  and  generously  to  the  public  de- 
mands. People  know  and  appreciate  a  good 
thing  when  they  see  it.  That  is  why  they 
patronize  the  Nickel  Plate  so  freely.  Why  has 
this  road  won  its  present  position  ?  By  fur- 
nishing the  very  best  class  of  service  at  low 
rates  and  by  generous  treatment  of  its  patrons. 
Safe  and  easy  roadway,  fine  trains,  luxurious 
equipment,  fast  time,  close  connections — these 
are  the  cardinal  points  in  favor  of  the  Nickel 
Plate  route.  These  are  its  prime  factors  of 
success.  The  Nickel  Plate  is  the  people's 
route— a  strong  favorite  with  the  traveling  pub- 
lic. Don't  forget  this  when  going  East.  Don't 
forget  when  you  go  West.  Don't  forget  the 
road  that  gives  the  best  service  at  the  lowest 
rates. 

For  once  there  is  literal  accuracy  in  a  trade 
name.  "The  Kozy  Camera"  stands  justified 
by  America's  highest  authority,  Webster,  who 
defines  the  name  by  its  three  salient  features, 
"snug,"  "  comfortable,"  "  easy."  It  is  the  em- 
bodiment of  snugness.  It  is  snug  in  size,  for 
it  slips  into  the  ordinary  coat  -  pocket  with 
frictionless  glide,  and  rests  there  till  wanted 
with  tinobtrusiveness.  Even  the  carrier  scarce- 
ly knows  that  it  is  there.     When  it  is  taken  out 


for  purposes  of  action  it  has  the  snug  ap- 
pearance of  well-bred,  quiet,  genteel  respect- 
ability. "It  vaunteth  not  itself"  in  gaudy 
colors  ;  "it  is  not  puffed  up"  with  space  un- 
necessary for  the  work  it  is  called  upon  to  do. 
It  is  "  comfortable  "  because  it  avoids  a  thou- 
sand petty  annoyances  ;  it  can  be  filled  by  day- 
light. Hark  ye  !  ye  weary  hunters  after  dark- 
ness where  no  darkness  is  ;  who  vainly  hide 
your  heads  in  stuffy  cupboards  and  behind 
cracked  doors  that  in  the  end  defy  your  care 
and  despoil  you  of  your  pictures.  Is  there  not 
comfort  in  the  fact  that  you  can  load  up  your 
camera  in  the  blazing  sunlight,  and  carry  a  re- 
lay of  films  in  your  spare  pocket  to  meet  all  the 
contingencies  of  a  trip  round  the  world  ?  It  is 
comfortable  because  you  are  ready  on  the  click 
for  every  passing  incident,  or  rather  no  incident 
can  pass  before  you  are  ready.  Think  of  the 
harassing  saved  of  deploring  that  whilst  you 
are  fumbling  with  your  plate-changing  the 
golden  opportunity  has  passed.  These  are  some 
of  many  of  the  points  justifying  the  comfort  of 
the  Kozy  ;  and,  thirdly,  but  by  no  means  last- 
ly, "  it  is  easy  "  because  it  can  be  taken  any- 
where, can  be  used  at  once,  at  any  time  or 
place,  by  anybody.  It  can  be  exposed,  snip, 
snip,  snip,  snip,  as  quick  as  a  flash  or  as  slow 
as  a  funeral.  Its  pictures,  2>]4,  in.  ^3%  in.,  are 
large  enough  for  all  practical  purposes.  It  has  a 
universal  focus  and  does  not  have  to  be  moved 
backwards  and  forwards  ;  its  lens  does  not  re- 
quire to  be  f ocussed  ;  it  is  always  ready  to  make 
either  time  or  snap  exposures,  and  a  peep-hole 
exposure  gives  the  number  of  films  used.  Get 
a  $io  Kozy  and  you  will  join  in  the  chorus  of  its 
claims  to  its  literal  titles.  It  is  "  snug,"  it  is 
"  comfortable,  "it  is  "  easy";  more,  it  is  "  cheap," 
it  is  "  lasting,"  and  it  is  "  effectuah"  Send  to 
the  Kozy  Camera  Co.,  Boston,  Mass.,  for  their 
illustrated  catalogue. 

Who  has  not  heard  of  the  furore  created 
amongst  tourists  and  sportsmen  by  the  recent 
opening  up  of  a  new  and  fascinating  route  to 
the  far-famed  Saguenay  River  in  northern  Can- 
ada by  way  of  Quebec  and  Lake  St.  John  ? 
One  of  the  most  romantic  round  trips  ever 
planned  for  a  summer  outing  consists  of  a 
triangular  trail — if  we  may  be  pardoned  the 
paradox — from  Quebec  to  Lake  St.  John  by  a 
railway  that  crosses  the  Canadian  Adirondacks 
for  190  miles  ;  from  Lake  St.  John  to  Chicou- 
timi,  at  the  head  of  navigation  on  the  Sague- 
nay, by  the  last  completed  link  of  this  railway, 
and  back  to  Quebec  by  steamer  through  the 
deep  rift  cleft  in  the  massive  mountains  of  the 
Saguenay  by  the  dark,  majestic  river  of  the 
same  name  on  its  way  to  the  sea.  But  what  shall 
we  say  of  the  ever- changing  panorama  of  pre- 
cipitous mountains  towering  overhead,  of  yawn- 
ing chasms  deep  below,  of  the  scores  of  fish-laden 
lakes  and  the  miles  of  rapturous  river  rapids, 
which  unfold  themselves  to  the  tourist  as  the 
train  follows  the  serpentine  course  of  the  new 
iron  road  that  invades  the  wilderness  home  of  the 
bear,  the  moose,  the  caribou,  the  beaver  and 
the  aboriginal  Montagnais  Indian  ?  What  ideal 
camping  sites  for  the  artist,  the  angler  or  the 
hunter  !  What  a  palatial  summer  hotel  and 
what  home-like  comforts  at  Roberval,  over- 
looking the  great  inland  sea,  whose  opposite 
shore  is  veiled  from  view  by  intervening  space  .' 


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OUR   THEATRICAL    PLAYGROUND. 


CLYDE  FITCH,  at  the  Lyceum,  has 
linked  in  "  The  Moth  and  the  Flame  " 
elements  of  comedy  and  tragedy  into 
a  powerful  modern  drama,  and,  with 
the  skilfulness  of  an  accomplished 
playwright,  made  natural  and  strong  situa- 
tions serve  the  double  purpose  of  illustrating 
his  story  and  bringing  out  the  characteristic 
features  of  Effie  Shannon,  Herbert  Kelcey  and 
Cowell  Lemoyne  in  three  widely  diverging 
roles.  The  scene  opens  with  a  fashionable 
house-party  or  bal  jnasqtie,  during  the  prog- 
ress of  which  the  head  of  the  house  takes  his 
life  to  avoid  the  consequences  of  embezzle- 
ment. The  daughter  of  the  house,  partly  in- 
fluenced by  her  fancied  power  to  redeem  a 
profligate  and  partly  won  by  his  chivalry  in 
standing  by  the  family  in  their  trouble,  con- 
sents to  marry  him.  The  wedding  scene  at  the 
church  is  part  of  the  play,  and  a  risky  but 
efifective  one.  The  marriage  service  begins. 
But  when  the  offlciating  priest  asks  if  any  one 
knows  aught  why  the  pair  should  not  be  joined 
in  wedlock,  a  young  woman  dashes  to  the  chan- 
cel and  declares  that  the  bridegroom  is  the 
father  of  her  nameless  child,  whom  she  there- 
upon brings  in.  The  bridegroom  strikes  the 
wronged  creature  in  the  face,  whereupon  the 
bride  elect  disgustedly  flings  her  bouquet  at 
the  feet  of  the  scoundrel  and  quits  the  church. 
In  a  third  act  there  are  new  matings.  The 
bridegroom  of  the  interrupted  wedding  re- 
luctantly agrees  to  marry  the  mother  of  his  off- 
spring, and  the  bride  plights  herself  to  a  more 
honorable  and  constant  suitor. 

With  the  first  sign  of  spring  Buffalo  Bill 
comes  to  renew  old  acquaintances  and  to  make 
new  ones.  Four  weeks  in  Madison  Square 
Garden  and  two  more  in  Brooklyn  are  scarce 
sufficient  to  satisfy  his  hosts  of  metropolitan 
friends.  Nor  is  this  to  be  wondered  at,  though 
it  recurs  year  by  year,  for  Buffalo  Bill  is  pro- 
gressive, and  season  by  season  finds  new  fea- 
tures added  to  old  attractions.  The  Wild 
West  of  ten  years  ago  has  developed  into  an 
aggregation  of  the  rough  riders  of  the  world ; 
to  the  Indians  and  the  cowboys  of  our  own 
plains  have  been  added  those  of  Mexico  and 
South  America,  whilst  Europe  has  been  laid 
under  contribution  for  its  Cossacks  and  Africa 
has  sent  its  Arabs.  The  military  forces  of  the 
old  world  and  the  new  have  also  been  drawn 
upon  ;  in  fact,  there  has  been  gathered  together 
all  that  is  notable  in  the  management  and  con- 
trol of  the  horse  the  wide  world  over.  Colonel 
Cody  still  holds  his  old  warm  spot  in  popular 
esti'mation,  and,  though  Time  has  laid  his  sign 
manual  on  the  once  raven  locks,  the  spirit  of 
vigorous  youth  seems  still  to  animate  his  lithe 
and  manly  form. 

At  the  Knickerbocker  John  Philip  Sousa  has 
won  a  marked  musical  victory  in  "The  Bride 
Elect."  The  three  electrifying  marches  would 
have  been  quite  sufficient  to  accomplish  this, 
but  in  the  solos,  duets,  and  choruses  there 
are  the  same  vigor,  variety  and  originality. 
Whether  the  brilliancy  of  the  music  minimizes 
the  libretto,  or  whether  it  is  inherently  weak, 
is  a  problem  that  is  hard  to  solve.    It  is  a  fault. 


if  it  exists,  that  is  common  to  many  an  opera, 
where,  after  all,  the  music  and  not  the  play's 
the  thing.  We  can  do  without  genius  in  the 
words,  but  not  without  Sousaism  in  the  music. 
It  is  also  almost  immaterial  to  state  when  and 
where  the  plot  is  laid  ;  suffice  it  that  it  is  some- 
where in  the  Greek  archipelago,  at  some  time 
when  two  old  and  imaginary  kings  had  ended 
a  war  and  the  victor  claimed  the  daughter  of 
his  fallen  foeman  for  a  wife.  Of  course,  the  con- 
ventional good-looking  young  lover  intervenes, 
and  thereby  hangs  the  tale.  The  Klaw  &  Er- 
langer  company  has  been  chosen  with  judgment, 
and  it  is  effectually  controlled  by  Ben  Teal. 
Christie  McDonald  is  a  small  and  dainty  crea- 
ture, who  sings  like  a  lark  and  is  a  satisfaction 
to  the  eye.  Nella  Bergen  is  the  soprano  leader 
of  bandits,  and  in  that  guise  looks  and  sings 
well.  The  principal  comedian  is  Albert  Hart, 
who  is  as  funny  on  his  own  account  as  his  role 
permits.  Charles  Drew  is  a  diminutive  com- 
panion, after  the  manner  of  Mr.  Klein.  Mr. 
Hart  and  Mr.  Drew  are  an  amusing  pair.  The 
very  agreeable  tenor  is  Frank  Pollock,  while 
Melville  Stewart  and  Harry  Luckston  carry 
comic  characters  cleverly.  The  mounting  is  as 
gay  and  lively  as  that  of  any  comic  opera  with- 
in recollection,  and  there  is,  moreover,  a  great 
deal  of  ingenious  novelty  in  the  succession  of 
spectacles. 

It  is  welcome  news  to  the  few  millions  whom 
an  empty  town  always  leaves  in  New  York  to 
have  reasonable  expectation  that  the  Olympia 
will  be  open  for  their  edification  in  the  nights 
that  are  to  come  and  must  be  lived  through  ! 
Olympia,  in  the  summer,  is  distinctly  one  of 
the  delectable  places  of  refuge,  and  in  the 
experienced  hands  of  its  originator,  Oscar 
Hammerstein,  backed  by  the  ever-verdant 
Primrose  &  West  and  a  vaudeville,  the  patrons 
of  summer  night's  festivals  may  look  forward 
to  their  old-time  diversion. 

Even  at  the  risk  that  Mrs.  Fiske  will  ere 
May  have  flown  from  the  Fifth  Avenue  Theatre, 
it  is  opportune  to  record  a  remarkable  piece  of 
dramatic  reality  in  "  A  Bit  of  Old  Chelsea,"  hy 
Oscar  Beringer.  It  is  a  trifle  light  as  air,  but 
the  dramatic  world  is  the  richer  by  the  posses- 
sion of  Mrs.  Fiske's  rendering  of  it.  A  young 
and  comely  girl  was  brought  from  the  snowy 
street  into  the  room  of  an  artist  who  had  just 
forsworn  the  society  of  all  women  but  the  one 
he  was  to  marry.  Chance  brought  this  girl  into 
his  studio,  and  there  she  decided  to  pass  the 
night.  Her  ingenuousness  relieved  the  situa- 
tion of  any  indelicacy  which  it  might  have 
possessed  had  she  appreciated  the  circum- 
stances. When  the  girl  apprehends  that  her 
presence  might  be  misconstrued  and  cause  the 
artist  some  embarrassment,  she  steals  away  as 
he  lies  asleep.  Mrs.  Fiske  embodied  the  flower 
girl  delightfully,  and  made  it  evident  again 
that  comedy  shows  her  talents  at  their  best. 
She  was  natural,  humorous,  and  piquant,  with 
no  false  touch  to  mar  her  performance  during 
one  moment  of  the  little  play's  continuance.  It 
delighted  the  spectators  and  may  be  hereafter 
reckoned  as  one  of  the  special  repertoire  of 
Mrs.  Fiske. 


ODDS   AND    ENDS. 


PERSONAL  attention  and  long  experience 
tell,  in  the  long  run,  in  the  manufacture 
of  goods  so  critically  examined  and 
handled  by  such  experts  as  sportsmen. 
'Tis  this  that  has  secured  T.  J.  Shaw  & 
Co.,  of  Boston,  Mass.,  orders  from  boat  clubs 
and  colleges,  for  eights  and  oars,  largely  in 
excess  of  any  previous  year.  Their  canoe 
paddles,  too,  are  known  from  Maine  to  Mexico, 
and  deservedly  so.  Fifteen  years'  test  has 
established  their  worth. 

There  is  nothing  better  nor  more  convenient 
in  form  for  those  who  believe  in  having  healthy 
canines,  than  Austin's  dog  and  puppy  bread. 
It  is  manufactured  upon  principle,  it  contains 
nothing  except  the  most  nourishing  ingredients, 
and  what  is  very  important,  dogs  like  it  and 
gladly  devour  it.  Even  the  pampered  lap  dog 
will  attack  this  bread  with  a  genuine  relish. 
The  bread  is  manufactured  b}^  Austin  &  Graves, 
ii6  Commercial  street,  Boston,  Mass.,  and  it 
is  handled  by  all  first-class  grocers. 

To  the  cyclist,  and  indeed  all  those  who  take 

their  pleasure   afoot,   one  of  the  essentials  of 

comfort  and  peace  of  mind  is  the  assurance 

that  the  garter  will 

not  chafe,  will  not 

bind  the  leg,  will 

not  stop  circulation, 

will    not   lose    its 

elasticity    and    will 

stay    on.      These 

qiialifications  are  all 

absolutely  essential,  and  the}'  are  all  combined 

in  the   "  Don't-bind  "  garter  of   the  Blakesley 

Novelty  Company,  of  Bristol,  Ct. 

Texa  shafts  and  unbreakable  heads,  the 
celebrated  Auchterlonie,  Forgan  and  Paxton 
clubs  and  Henley  arrd  Silvertown  balls  are  a 
combination  and  selection  of  golf  goods  hard 
to  beat.  Wm.  Read  &  Sons,  of  Boston,  have 
anticipated  the  necessity  for  better,  and  still 
better,  golf  goods,  as  the  skill  of  the  players 
increases,  and  have  selected  only  the  best  of 
the  best  Their  position  enables  them  to  offer 
special  terms  to  clubs. 

The  crux  of  a  library  is  its  indefinite  capacity 
of  extension  when  needed.  The  Wernicke 
system  of  bookcases  has  solved  that  problem 
for  the  householder.  They  will  hold  ten  books 
or  ten  thousand  with  equal  facility.  They  are 
always  complete,  but  never  finished.  Send  for 
illustrated  catalogue  to  the  Wernicke  Co., 
Grand  Rapids,  Wis. 

The  discomforts  of  the  bachelor  plagued  with 
buttons  off  have  been  the  theme  of  the  artist  and 
the  wit  for  years.  He  will  disappear  from  the 
field  with  the  advent  of  the  improved  Wash- 
burne  fasteners.  The  ingenuity  that  solved 
the  problem  of  the  bachelor's  button,  however, 


has  at  the  same  time  created  a  device  that  will 
support  the  hose,  hold  the  necktie  in  place, 
carry  the  key  chain  and  do  a  host  of  other  good 
actions.  The  American  Ring  Company  of 
Waterbury,  Ct.,  are  benefactors  of  the  human 
race,  especially  mankind. 

Motor  power  applied  to  yachts  is  advancing 
by  leaps  and  bounds.  The  largest  motor- 
power  yacht  afloat.  The  Coyote,  has  just  been 
finished  by  the  Daimler  Motor  Company,  of 
Steinway,  L.  I.  She  is  86  feet  over  all,  14 
feet  beam,  4  feet  draught,  and  equipped  with 
two  25-H.-P.  Daimler  motors.  She  is  going 
South,  with  her  owner  and  his  family  aboard. 

To  secure  the  exclusive  patent  rights  of  so 
well  known  a  golf-club  maker  as  John  D.  Dunn, 
is  to  be  able  to  offer  to  all  the  highest  grade  and 
the  best  of  clubs.  American  ingenuity  has, 
in  the  hands  of  the  Bridgeport  Gun  Imple- 
ment Co.,  313  Broadway,  New  York,  assured 
moderate  prices  both  for  selected  clubs  and 
those  for  practice  playing. 

The  earliest  boats  of  history  were  unbreaka- 
ble, skin  made.  Crane  Bros.,  of  Westfield, 
Mass.,  have  improved  on  the  idea  in  their  Lin- 
enoid  seamless  outing  goods,  comprising  iiiter 
alia  canoes,  baskets,  cases,  trays,  megaphones, 
and  even  yacht  hulls.  They  are  tough,  water- 
proof, and  invaluable  in  camp  and  afloat. 

At  the  Sportsmen's  Exposition  at  Boston, 
the  enclosures  for  the  moose,  elk,  deer,  etc., 
greatly  pleased  those  interested  in  the  subject 
of  wire  fencing.  Like  everything  about  the 
show,  the  enclosures  were  admirable,  and,  at 
the  same  time,  they  gave  an  excellent  illustra- 
tion of  a  practical  and  reliable  wire  fencing  for 
deer  parks  and  similar  large  enclosures.  The 
fence  is  inade  by  the  Page  Woven  Wire  Fence 
Co.,  of  Adrian,  Mich. 

For  cozy  corners,  window  recesses,  camp, 
canoe,  chummery  or  college,  what  can  equal  in 
comfort  suitable  cushions?  They  should  be 
bright,  appropriate  in  design,  wear  well  and 
wash  easy.  The  poker  pillow  of  the  Art  Print- 
ing Co.,  of  78  Elm  street.  New  York,  answers 
all  these  requirements,  plus  the  fact  that  it  is 
equally  suitable  for  what-not  and  small  tables. 

It  is  the  season  for  boat  and  canoe.  With 
May  the  thought  turns  to  an  outing,  and  oar  or 
paddle  is  sure  to  be  a  part  of  it.  C.  B.  Mather 
&  Co.,  of  Rowley,  Mass.,  have  boats  this  spring 
of  '98  that  meet  every  requirement  of  lightness, 
speed  and  safety.  Their  trim  beauty  is  itself 
an  invitation  to  outdoors. 

We  take  pleasure  in  commending  to  anglers 
the  Martin  standard  automatic  reel,  manufact- 
ured by  the  Martin  Novelty  Works,  of  Ilion, 
N.  Y.  This  reel  has  all  the  latest  improve- 
ments ;  its  endless  spring  insures  strength  and 
durability,  while  it  may  be  easily  adjusted  to 
greater  or  less  tension  while  playing  a  fish. 
The  reel  will  fit  any  rod  above  or  below  the 
grip,  and  it  is  of  handsome  design.  A  careful 
inspection  of  its  construction  and  a  study  of  its 
action  during  heavy  work,  have  convinced  us 
that  the  "  Martin  "  is  a  good  thing,  which  will 
earn  a  foremost  position  among  anglers. 


*'  How  TO  Play  Golf,"  by  H.  J.  Whigham. 
Mr.Whigham,who  speaks  with  the  authority  of 
a  master  of  the  craft,  has  directed  his  advice 
mainly  to  beginners,  men  and  women  of  all 
ages  and  temperaments,  who  by  accident  or  in- 
tention have  taken  an  interest  in  the  game  suf- 
ficient to  inspire  them  with  a  desire  for  im- 
provement, and  who  yet  find  a  difficulty  in  ac- 
quiring any  accuracy  of  form  or  execution  on 
account  of  the  lack  of  practical  information  up- 
on the  subject.  It  is  a  large  task,  but  in  his 
hands  it  has  been  made  a  success.  From  the 
choice  of  weapons  and  the  use  of  the  various 
clubs,  he  passes  through  all  the  degrees  of  the 
mystery,  and  his  lucid  text  is  aided  by  chrono- 
matographe  pictures  showing  every  movement 
in  play  with  more  than  life-like  precision.  To 
the  more  advanced  players  the  chapter  on  tour- 
nament play  and  to  many  a  missionary  that  on 
"  The  Making  of  a  New  Course  "  will  be  aidful. 
[Herbert  S.  Stone  &  Co.,  Chicago  and  N.Y.] 

"  The  Genesis  of  Shakespeare's  Art — A 
Study  of  His  Sonnets  and  Poems,"  by  Edwin 
James  Dunning,  is  a  book  which  will  strongly 
appeal  to  every  student  and  lover  of  Shake- 
speare, for  it  is  an  original  and  wonderfully  in- 
teresting treatment  of  a  subject  which  has  been 
much  discussed,  but  never  definitely  disposed 
of.  Who  was  the  nameless  youth  to  whom  the 
Sonnets  were  addressed?  For  what  purpose 
were  they  written  ?  Are  they  autobiographical, 
or  are  they  so  many  single  and  clustered  liter- 
ary gems  sparkling  in  the  crown  of  fame  which 
encircles  the  brow  of  the  world's  greatest  poet? 
All  these  questions  have  greatly  exercised  the 
minds  of  Shakespearean  scholars,  and  it  maybe 
truthfully  said  that  they  have  never  been  set- 
tled to  the  complete  satisfaction  of  the  con- 
sensus of  the  competent. 

[Lee  &  Shepard,  Boston,  Mass.] 

"  Caleb  West,  Master  Diver,"  by  F.  Hop- 
kinson  Smith  (illustrated),  author  of  "  Tom 
Grogan,"  "Gondola  Days,"  "Colonel  Carter, 
of  Cartersville,"  etc. 

Mr.  F.  Hopkinson  Smith  has  an  established 
position  in  American  literature  as  the  depicter 
of  the  sturdy  virtues  of  the  master  toilers 
whose  business  is  the  world  of  engineering. 
His  touch  is  sure,  and  in  "  Caleb  West,  the 
Master  Diver,"  he  has  avoided  the  sometime 
inclination  he  has  had  to  controversial  union- 
ism. The  foil  of  luxury  which  surrounds  Mrs. 
Leroy  accomplishes  its  purpose  pleasantly;  and 
if  the  author  had  shown  us  what  spells,  what 
conjurations  and  what  mighty  magic  the  sap- 
less villain.  Bill  Lacey,  threw  over  Betty,  the 
story  would  be  more  interesting.  All  his  other 
men,  especially  Captain  Joe,  are  virile  and 
powerful,  while  the  real  center  of  the  plot,  on 


the  other  hand,  is  the  weakling.  If  Mr.  Smith 
would  lend  his  admirable  artistic  gifts  of  sea- 
scape to  the  illustration  of  his  stories,  he  would 
indeed  be  conferring  a  boon  on  his  public. 
[Houghton,  Mifflin  &  Co.,  Boston,  Mass.] 
"  Harvard  Episodes,"  by  Charles  Macomb 
Flandrau.  The  author  of  these  short  stories 
of  Harvard  life  has  in  his  two  lines  of  dedica- 
tion to  W.  A.  summarized  their  distinguishing 
mark  :  "  I  have  written  about  a  very  little  cor- 
ner of  a  very  great  place  ;  but  one  that  we 
knew  well  and  together."  No  one  who  did 
not  know  Harvard  life  well,  and  recently,  and 
in  comradeship,  could  have  written  the  vivid 
flashes  that  illumine  the  stories  of  "  Wolcott 
the  Magnificent,"  and  "  The  Class-day  Idyll;'' 
but  for  merit,  power  and  pathos,  none  of  the 
stories  in  our  opinion  approach  "  Wellington." 
If  the  author  carries  into  the  larger  world  the 
same  capacity  of  observation,  and  is  content  to 
write  only  of  what  he  knows  as  well,  he  will 
earn  a  wide  welcome. 

[Copeland  &  Day,  Boston.] 

"  Through  Finland  in  Carts,"  by  Mrs.  Alec 
Tweedie,  author  of  "  A  Winter  Jaunt  to  Nor- 
way," etc.,  etc.  The  title  of  this  book  is  about 
the  only  misleading  phrase  m  it,  for  so  far 
from  its  being  a  journey  by  cart,  the  very  word 
"cart"  does  not  appear  in  the  first  two  hun- 
dred pages  and  thence  onward  only  sparingly. 
On  the  contrary,  the  method  of  locomotion  is  the 
almost  universal  summer  method,  by  boat. 
Apart  from  this  misnomer  the  story  of  Mrs. 
Tweedie's  wanderings  through  little  known 
Finland  abounds  in  interest,  and  is  compiled 
by  a  practical  observer  and  a  skillful  writer. 
Ten  weeks  is  but  a  short  time  in  which  to  ex- 
plore and  exploit  Finland,  and  but  for  these 
gifts  the  harvest  would  be  inconsiderable;  by 
their  aid,  however,  she  has  depicted  a  very  clear 
general  idea  of  the  summer  conditions  of  travel 
and  life  in  Finland. 

[The  Macmillan  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"  Across  the  Everglades,"  a  canoe  journey 
of  exploration,  by  Hugh  L.  Willoughby,  illus- 
trated from  photos  by  the  author,  Mr.  Wil- 
loughby's  carefully  recorded  and  scientifically 
observed  and  charted  canoe  trip  from  the  Gulf 
of  Mexico  to  the  Atlantic,  across  the  Everglades, 
has  reduced  the  area  of  the  mysterious  region 
of  the  South.  What  we  are  losing  in  the  field 
of  imagination  we  are  gaining  in  material  ad- 
vantages, and  ere  many  years  the  efforts  of 
these  pioneers  will  have  added  a  new  field  of 
pleasure  to  the  sportsman  and  canoeist.  For 
practical  purposes  the  detail  of  his  outfit  is  and 
will  long  continue  to  be  of  value  to  those  who 
camp,  tramp  or  paddle  through  the  South. 

[J.  B.  Lippincott.] 


Books  noticed  here  tnay  be  ordered  through  the  office  of  OUTING. 


THE  PUBLISHER'S  BASKET. 


LEADING   FEATURES  OF  OUTING   FOR  JULY. 


FICTION. — It  is  not  all  fishing  to  fish  and  other  catches  are  made  in  A  Crustacean  Idyl. 
SHOOTING. — How  much  pleasure  a  woman  may  derive  from  an  outing,  and  how  well  she  can 

hold  her  own  with  her  brothers,  is  explained  in  our  story  of  Petticoats   on 

the  Trail. 

"  Sometimes  it  happens  that  a  cool  breeze  stirs  the  July  foliage,  and  then  one 

may  enjoy  A   Morning  with  the  Woodcock. 

FISHINtr. — These  are  the  days  when  the  swell  angler  hies  him  to  his  rented  river  and  endeavors 
to  kill  big  fish  to  repay  him  for  his  bigger  outlay.  Quebec  and  New  Brunswick 
are  famed  for  their  sport,  but  it  is  hardly  so  reliable  as  that  afforded  by  New- 
foundland  Salmon. 

CANOEING. — An  excellent  route  is  entertainingly  described  in  the  tale  of  our  contributors  who, 
went  Down  the  Androscoggin. 

CYCLING. — The  cycle  has  restored  the  old-time  privilege  of  following  nature's  tracks  to  shrines 
of  pilgrimage.  One  dear  to  Americans,  the  Alma  Mater  of  Harvard,  is  de- 
scribed in  Vignettes  from  the   Bicycle. 

*'  The  crest  of  the  Palisades  is  resplendent  in  nature's  garb  and  alive  with  the 

thrill  of  our  Colonial  history.  No  portion  of  them,  however,  exceeds  in  inter- 
est Up  to  the  Tappan  Zee  Awheel. 

SPORTS.— Sports'  Place  in  the  National  Well-Being  will  be  eloquently  and  forcibly 
championed  by  the  brilliant  pen  of  Price  Collier. 

YACHTING. — The  accumulated  experience  of  an  old  sea-dog  is  poured  out  in  a  rich  stream  by 
Capt.  a.  J.  Kenealy  in  Yacht-Racing  Wrinkles. 

TRAVEL. — The  wealth  of  opportunity  of  delightful  outings  we  neglect  on  our  own  canals  is 
pointedly  brought  to  our  notice  in  The  Gota   Canal, 

"  In  these  troubled  times,  when  few  care  to  sojourn  at  the  somewhat  exposed 

resorts  of  our  coasts,  more  attention  will  be  paid  to  the  beautiful  country  ad- 
joining the  Great  Lakes.  Fair  Muskoka,  with  its  lovely  lakes  and  islands,  and 
the  Georgian  Bay,  spangled  with  picturesque  fragments,  offer  inducements 
which  will  charm  the  camper,  canoer  and  angler. 

GOLF. — Golfers  through  the  length  and  breadth  of  the  States,  and  beyond,  will  be  glad  to 
hear  and  to  see  the  men  and  the  manner  by  which  The  St.  Andrew's 
Golf  Club  of  America  has  come  to  rival  its  ancient  namesake  in  the 
land  o'  cakes. 

The  terms  and  conditions  of  Outing's  photographic  contest  will  be  announced  in  the  July  number. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


The  Horace  Partridge  Co.,  55-57  Hanover 
street,  Boston,  Mass.,  manufacturers  and  im- 
porters of|fine  athletic  goods,  have  issued  an  un- 
usually large  and  comprehensive  catalogue  of 
"  Bicycle  Sundries."  Every  dealer  and  repairer 
should  see  this  dictionary  of  everything  desira- 
ble for  the  bicycle  trade.  It  is  a  well-printed 
and  well-illustrated  book,  worth  many  times 
the  slight  trouble  of  sending  for.  The  athletic 
goods  handled  by  this  firm  are  too  well  known 
to  require  further  comment.  They  have  that 
strongest  of  recommendations — regular  use  by 
our  best  athletes. 

Expert  trap-shots  and  sportsmen  who  take 
their  sport  afield  purely  for  pleasure  have 
now  well  learned  the  lesson  that  it  is  not  neces- 
sary to  send  to  any  country  in  Europe  to  obtain 
a  first-class  gun.  It  is  quite  true  that  the  foreign 
article  of  high  grade  is  as  perfect  as  skill  and 
money  can  make  it,  but  it  is  equally  true  that 
first-class  American  guns  are  as  reliable  and  as 
beautiful  in  balance  and  finish  as  the  finest 
guns  in  the  world.  Take,  for  instance,  the 
perfected  "  Parker,"  read  the  scores  of  our 
great  matches,  and  note  its  astonishing  record. 
It  is  the  peer  of  the  best  at  traps  or  in  the  field, 
and  its  honest  merit  is  what  has  made  sports- 
men call  it  the  "  Old  Reliable." 

An  improvement  in  bicycles,  which  practical 
riders  do  not  hesitate  to  rank  as  an  improve- 
ment as  important  in  construction  as  was  the 
pneumatic  tire,  is  one  that  is  indeed  a  surprise; 
yet  a  spring  seat-post  that  relieves  concussion 
and  can  be  adjusted  to  any  wheel  is  fairly  en- 
titled to  so  high  a  rank  and  is  assured  of  a  uni- 
versal demand.  "  Ihe  Berkey  Spring  Seat- 
Post,"  Grand  Rapids,  Mich.,  is  warranted  by 
irreproachable  testimony  to  accomplish  all  that 
is  claimed  for  it.  Before  it,  rough  roads,  car 
tracks  and  crossings  lose  all  their  terrors. 

Those  who  keep  one  pet  dog,  or  who  have 
large  kennels,  will  find  by  a  fair  trial  that  Aus- 
tin's Dog  and  Puppy  Bread,  as  manufactured 
by  Austm  &  Graves,  116  Commercial  street, 
Boston,  Mass.,  is  one  of  the  most  wholesome 
and  most  palatable  dog  foods  ever  placed  upon 
the  market.  The  most  fastidious  pet  canine 
will  eat  it,  and  as  nothing  but  the  most  nour- 
ishing and  purest  articles  enter  into  its  compo- 
sition, it  encourages  a  healthy  growth  in  pup- 
pies and  keeps  mature  animals  in  excellent  con- 
dition. It  is  put  up  in  convenient  packages,  it 
is  reasonable  in  price  and  economic  in  use. 
'  A  VERY  happy  thought  is  embodied  in  the 
"  New  Bicycle  Bell  Ringer,"  illustrated  on  an- 
other page  of  this  number.  Bicyclists  often 
find  it  necessary  to  ring  the  bell  to  sound  a 
warning  note  while  at  the  same  time  keeping 
perfect  control  of  the  wheel  to  meet  immediate 
danger.  In  such  a  time  the  "  Bicycle  Bell 
Ringer"  is  especially  convenient,  as  the  bell 
can  be  rung  as  desired  without  removing  the 
hand  from  the  handle-bar.  A  new  pair  of  the 
best  grips  is  sent  with  each  ringer  attachment, 
so  that  the  price  asked  by  the  manufacturers 
is  very  low.  When  in  place  the  ringer  is  a 
decided  ornament  to  any  bicycle.  Write  Nei  & 
Dean,  Grand  Rapids,  Mich. 


Coffee  is  the  saving  health  of  the  camper, 
the  canoeist,  the  hunter,  and  the  yachtsman; 
and  when  it  can  be  portaged,  stored  or  carried 
in  cases  of  dozens,  canned,  condensed,  sweet- 
ened and  milked,  ready  for  use  at  a  moment's 
notice,  the  perfection  of  preparation  has  been 
reached.  The  New  York  Condensed  Milk  Co. , 
of  New  York,  put  up  the  Borden's  Eagle  Brand 
Condensed  Coffee  in  quantities  from  a  dozen 
up,  and  it  is  pure. 

The  old  down-town  firm  of  William  C.  Cul- 
len,  importers  and  dealers  in  photographic  ap- 
paratus and  supplies,  bicycles  and  sporting 
goods,  have  found  it  necessary  to  open  a  branch 
establishment  at  640  Madison  avenue,  near  59th 
street.  New  York. 

It  has  been  the  constant  aim  of  tire-makers 
to  produce  a  tire  that  could  be  easily,  quickly 
and  permanently  repaired  ;  that  required  no 
special  rim  and  no  cement.  The  Rush  Tire 
vneets  these  conditions  and  at  the  same  time 
retains  all  the  necessary  qualities  of  the  very 
best  tires  made.  The  tire  locks  into  itself  and 
not  into  the  rim,  and  does  not  put  any  unneces- 
sary strain  on  the  rim.  This  is  the  only  tire 
made  that  does  this.  To  make  the  assertion 
that  the  Rush  Tire  will  positively  fit  any  style 
of  rim  and  is  particularly  adapted  to  the  com- 
mon crescent  rims,  without  using  cement,  wires 
or  other  devices,  and  performs  the  same  func- 
tions as  any  clincher  or  detachable  tire  now 
on  the  market,  and  that  it  is  more  simple  in  its 
operations,  seems  almost  beyond  comprehen- 
sion, but  the  claim  cannot  be  gainsaid. 

The  Linenoid  .'ouring  Case,  made  by  Crane 
Bros.,  of  Westfield,  Mass.,  should  receive  the 
inspection  of  all  cycle  tourists.  It  is  made, 
similar  to  an  extension  case,  of  tough,  water- 
proof material,  and  is  the  only  seamless  case 


made  for  this  purpose.  It  can  be  removed 
from  frame  in  a  moment,  owing  to  patent 
buckles  used.  The  stock  size  will  fit  nearly  all 
wheels,  but  special  sizes  can  be  made  to  order. 
The  Linenoid  Touring  Case  being  light,  water- 
proof, dust-proof,  durable,  and  very  convenient, 
is  an  invaluable  article  for  tourists. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND   RESORT. 


The  territory  traversed  by  the  Northern 
Pacific  Railway  offers  much  to  tlie  sportsman, 
especially  to  those  who  desire  to  combine  fish- 
ing, shooting,  camping  and  canoeing  during  a 
single  outing.  The  favorite  haunts  of  big 
game  and  small,  and  of  feathered  game  in 
great  variety,  expand  for  miles  about  this 
sportsman's  route,  which  has  room  for  all  and 
sport  for  all.  An  abundance  of  waterways, 
most  of  them  exceedingly  beautiful,  hold  out 
tempting  inducements  to  the  nomadic  canoer, 
who  may  paddle  as  far  as  he  chooses  and  run 
ashore  for  the  night  where  he  wills.  Send  six 
cents  in  stamps  to  Chas.  S.  Fee,  general  passen- 
ger agent,  St.  Paul,  Minn. ,  for  "  Wonderland 
"98,"  which  contains  much  useful  information. 

There  need  be  no  regrets  that  the  troubles  in 
Italy  and  Spain  have  shut  off  the  Alps  and  the 
Pyrenees  while  the  mountains  and  canons  of 
•Colorado  and  the  wonders  and  glories  of  tlie 
Pacific  coast  can  be  reached  with  the  luxury 
■and  comfort  of  the  Atchison,  Topeka  and  Santa 
Fe  Railway.  Even  the  medicinal  baths  of 
Europe  are  surpassed  in  efficacy  by  the  Hot 
Springs  of  Las  Vegas  in  New  Mexico  on  the 
same  line.  We  have  no  need  of  Europe  for  a 
playground  while  the  great  West  remains  an 
unopened  volume  to  us,  and  when  once  our 
travelers  make  its  acquaintance  they  will  still 
less  want  Europe. 

The  lovely  Highlands  of  Ontario,  Muskoka, 
several  times  described  in  Outing,  form  one  of 
the  most  attractive,  most  healthful  and  easily 
reached  playgrounds  in  the  world.  Lying  to 
the  north  of  Toronto,  with  a  fine  train  and 
steamer  service  daily,  possessing  innumerable 
waterways  and  a  series  of  magnificent  lakes 
and  islands,  there  is  not  one  drawback  to  a  so- 
journ in  this  picturesque  wilderness.  Muskoka 
is  reached  direct  via  the  Grand  Trunk  Railway, 
and  a  number  of  handsomely  illustrated  publi- 
cations issued  by  that  railway  tell  what  the  in- 
tending visitor  requires,  and  without  exaggera- 
tion, for  no  pen  could  overdraw  Muskoka.  The 
fishing  and  shooting  are  excellent. 

The  marvels  of  the  Thousand  Islands  of  the 
St.  Lawrence  ;  the  daring  dashes  down  tumul- 
tuous rapids  ;  the  impressive  grandeur  of  the 
frowning  cliffs  of  gloomy  Saguenay  ;  the  beau- 
tiful .resorts  of  Murray  Bay,  Caconna  and 
Tadousac  ;  busy  Montreal  and  quaint  old  Que- 
bec, are  all  reached  via  the  elegantly  appointed 
steamers  of  the  Richelieu  and  Ontario  Naviga- 
tion Company.  The  daily  trip  from  Toronto 
to  Montreal  is  an  unbroken  pleasure,  enlivened 
by  the  excitement  of  running  all  the  rapids  of 
the  St.  Lawrence.  Our  readers  should  remem- 
ber, too,  that  these  steamers  afford  pleasant 
access  to  some  of  the  best  of  the  muskallonge, 
bass,  pike  and  trout  waters  of  the  St.  Lawrence 
and  its  lower  tributaries. 

To  TRAVEL  without  loss  of  sleep  is  the  sine 
qua  non  of  many,  and  the  Wagner  Car  Service 
makes  this  a  possibility  on  all  the  lines  covei;ed 
by  their  service.  You  can  leave  by  the  New 
York  Central  or  Boston  at  an  appropriate  time 
in  the  evening,  and  in  the  morning  your  chosen 
retreat,  be  it  the  Adii'ondacks  or  Niagara,  Mon- 
treal or  the  Fulton  chain,  is  at  your  feet,  and 
you  are  refreshed  and  ready  for  their  perfect 
enjoyment. 


The  elegantly  equipped  Erie  Railroad  offers 
many  powerful  inducements  to  anglers,  artists, 
and,  indeed,  to  all  who  enjoy  the  beauties  of 
nature.  By  this  popular  route  one  may  con- 
veniently reach  some  of  the  best  of  the  moun- 
tain brooks  of  Orange  and  Sullivan  counties, 
in  New  York,  and  the  excellent  streams  of 
Wayne  and  Pike  counties,  in  Pennsylvania. 
In  these  favored  regions  the  angler  may  follow 
his  gentle  art  amid  scenes  which  are  marvels 
of  the  picturesque,  and  at  the  same  time  enjoy 
sport  worth  taking  a  trip  for.  A  liberal  system 
of  restocking  has  brought  all  formerly  over- 
fished waters  up  to  their  original  standard,  and 
the  man  traversing  this  route  for  trout  need 
have  no  fear  that  his  quest  will  be  in  vain. 
And  there  are  other  fish  to  fry.  Greenwood 
Lake,  famous  for  black  bass  and  pickerel,  lies 
within  ninety  minutes  of  New  York,  and  a  trip 
of  twice  that  length  will  cover  brooks,  streams 
and  ponds  which  offer  sport  in  fine  variety. 
For  some  eighty  miles  the  "  Erie"  follows  the 
bank  of  the  beautiful  Delaware,  beloved  of 
bass  and  bass-fishers.  Chautauqua  Lake  is 
distant  but  a  night's  run,  and  those  who  know 
the  beauties  of  this  water  and  the  hard  fighting 
qualities  of  its  big  muskallonge  will  require  no 
urging  to  revisit  it.  A  handsome  little  publi- 
cation called  "Fishing  on  the  Picturesque 
Erie  "  tells  just  what  one  wants  to  know,  and 
it  may  be  obtained  by  applying  to  the  passen- 
ger department  of  the  road. 

The  great  feeder  of  the  Trans-Mississippi  Ex- 
position at  Omaha  will  be  the  Missouri  Pacific 
Railway.  It  goes  direct  to  the  grounds,  and  it 
is  the  only  line  that  does.  Its  connections 
East,  South,  and  Southeast  enable  it  to  reach 
the  farthermost  parts  of  the  States.  Its  service 
is  punctual,  rapid,  and  frequent,  ten  trains 
daily  passing  between  St.  Louis  and  Kansas 
City.  Its  rates  will  be  reduced  during  the.  sea- 
son to  meet  the  patriotic  occasion  of  the  Exposi- 
tion. 

The  reduction  of  ordinary  fares  ever  the 
whole  system  of  the  New  York,  Ontario  and 
Western  Railway  to  two  cents  per  mile  and  the 
special  commutations  they  offer  will  open  to  a 
yet  vaster  multitude  its  "  Summer  Homes  "  in 
Orange,  Sullivan,  Ulster,  Delaware  and  Che- 
nango counties,  in  New  York  State.  It  is  a 
region  designed  by  nature  to  be  the  safety  valve 
of  the  metropolis ;  abounding  in  beauty,  in 
crystal  streams,  in  placid  lakes, in  sombre  woods, 
and  yet  withal  blessed  with  a  temperature  that 
with  abundant  sunshine  still  admits  of  a  life 
outdoors.  Send  for  "  vSummer  Homes"  and 
your  embarrassment  will  be  in  its  abundant 
riches  only. 

For  Sale, — Hunting  and  Fishing  Preserve 
in  Adirondacks  ;  13,751  acres  forest  land  ; 
several  fine  lakes  ;  15  miles  trout  streams  ; 
deer  in  plenty  ;  14  miles  from  R.  R.  Address 
A.  A.  Leonard,  Knickerbocker  A.  C,  N.  Y. 

The  best  of  fishing  at  your  doors,  a  world 
of  romance  in  the  everlasting  hills  surround- 
ing you,  and  an  atmosphere  that  is  a  veritable 
tonic,  are  a  combination  that  Lake  George 
offers  spring,  summer  and  autumn  to  the  fish- 
erman, the  pleasure-seeker,  the  artist,  the 
huntsman,  and  the  lover  of  nature.  Its  widen- 
ing clientele  is  the  best  assurance  of  its  perfect 
fitness  for  a  summer  resort. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


IN  fishing  the  fly  is  the  thing,  and  especially 
the  luminous  fly.  The  following  is  but  one 
of  many  letters  received  by  the  Enterprise 
Manufacturing  Company:  "I  never  knew 
of  your  luminous  flies  until  recently,  when 
I  found  a  card  somewhere,  with  Montreal,  Yel- 
low May  and  March  Brown  on  it.  A  friend  was 
going  to  the  Adirondacks,  and  I  gave  him  his 
choice  for  '  luck  '  of  the  three  I  had.  He  chose 
the  luminous  March  Brown.  The  party  con- 
sisted of  four,  and  this  was  the  only  luminous 
fly  any  of  them  had.  In  ten  casts  my  friend 
pulled  out  ten  trout,  the  remainder  of  the  party 
having  only  fair  luck.  All  wished  they  had 
put  in  a  stock  of  your  luminous  flies,  when 
they  compared  notes  after  a  couple  of  hours' 
fishing.  This  has  made  me  a  friend  of  lumi- 
nous flies.  If  you  will  send  price,  will  be 
pleased  to  order  a  lot  and  recommend  them  to 
an  extensive  acquaintance. — Geo.  B.  Dovvling, 
Yonkers,  N.  Y." 

A  STOVE,  and  an  effectual  one.  is  one  of  the 
necessities  of  a  good  camp.  The  Howe  Port- 
able Camp  Stove  is  effectual.  One  of  the  ob- 
jections heretofore  so  strongly  urged  against 
folding  stoves  of  this  description  has  been  the 
unfavorable  effect  of  the  hot  fires  upon  the 
material  used.  In  the  Howe  stove  this  objec- 
tion is  met  by  the  use  of  thick  sheet -iron, 
enough  of  the  original  sheet  remaining  after 
manufacture  to  preserve  the  rigidity  of  the  ar- 
ticle, and  the  outriggers  adding  materially  to 
the  heating  surface,  while  they  add  but  little 
weight  to  the  whole.  In  fact,  the  entire  stove 
weighs  but  four  pounds,  and  when  folded 
forms  a  case  two  inches  deep  and  iixi8  inches 
in  size,  going  readily  into  any  i8-inch  traveling 
bag,  and  making  of  itself  a  convenient  recep- 
tacl,e  for  plates,  knives,  forks,  spoons  and  other 
easily  packed  tableware. 

Here  is  something  that  you  have  long  looked 
for  and  you  will  highly  appreciate.  Do  you 
own  a  dog  or  a  cat?  Do  you  keep  chickens,  or 
have  you  any  domestic  pets  ?  If  you  have  you 
know  how  much  trouble  they  give  you  when 
they  become  infested  with  vermin.  There  have 
been  any  number  of  vermin  exterminators  put 
on  the  market,  and  although  some  of  them 
would  kill  the  fleas  on  the  animals  and  the 
lice  on  the  chickens,  yet  so  poisonous  have 
they  been  in  their  composition  that  great  dan- 
ger existed  in  their  use.  Now  this  has  all  been 
rectified.  There  has  been  placed  on  the  mar- 
ket a  powder  known  as  P.  D.  Q.  Powder,  which 
is  most  efficient  in  its  action,  while  it  is  perfect- 
ly harmless.  There  is  no  fear  in  using  this 
powder  of  any  bad  results  occurring.  It  is  so 
harmless  that  it  could  be  taken  into  the  stom- 
ach without  doing  damage  ;  but  still  it  does 
kill  that  which  it  is  intended  to  kill,  fleas,  lice, 
and  all  such  irritating  pests.  They  drop  dead 
immediately  when  it  is  applied.  This  powder 
is  also  highly  efficient  when  used  about  the 
house  to  kill  moths,  Buffalo  bugs,  etc.  Our 
readers'  attention  is  called  to  the  advertisement 
for  this  powder,  which  appears  on  another  page 
of  this  publication. 


We  have  received  from  the  Remington  Arms 
Co.,  per  its  agents,  Messrs.  Hartley  &  Graham, 
a  very  neatly  gotten  up  illustrated  catalogue  of 
the  famous  Remington  firearms.  The  firm  is 
now  making  some  beautiful  i6-gauge  hammer- 
less  ejector  shot-guns  of  rare  good  shooting 
power,  also  new  rifles  of  the  very  latest  approved 
model.  To  praise  Remington  arms  is  like  tell- 
ing an  ancient — everybody  knew  all  about  it 
years  ago.  The  victory  of  E.  D.  Fulford  in 
the  Grand  American  Handicap  recently  was  a 
fine  illustration  of  a  perfect  trap-shot  working 
with  a  perfect  tool  and  perfect  ammunition.  In 
connection  with  the  handicap  Messrs.  Hartley 
&  Graham  have  issued  a  dainty  pamphlet  giv- 
ing the  story  of  the  battle  and  the  cause  of  all 
the  trouble.     Mailed  free  on  application. 

We  now  see  the  dog,  the  horse,  the  cow,  the 
sheep,  the  pig,  and  even  the  cat,  and  the  bird 
that  supplies  the  eggs  for  family  use,  being 
skilfully  treated  for  the  various  diseases  that 
their  flesh  is  heir  to,  almost  -vith  the  same  intel- 
ligence and  care  that  are  given  to  the  human  pa- 
tient. And  yet,  with  all  this  knowledge,  the 
average  owner  of  these  animals  neglects  them 
to  a  shameful  degree.  As  people  become  better 
educated  and  more  thoroughly  realize  what 
sanitary  "science  can  do  for  their  animals,  they 
will  keep  them  in  comfortable  quarters  ;  they 
will  keep  them  clean,  and  will  not  neglect  the 
use  of  those  preparations  known  as  disinfect- 
ants, which  should  be  true  germ-destroying 
agents.  A  vast  number  of  the  preparations  on 
the  market  are  of  this  class,  and  in  addition  are 
frequently  poisonous,  corrosive  and  staining 
liquids.  Keep  your  animals,  as  far  as  possible, 
free  from  disease  by  using  the  "  Sanitas " 
Preparations,  which  we  recommend  as  being 
free  from  the  dangerous  qualities  above  men- 
tioned, whilst  at  the  same  time  they  are  true 
germicides  and  deodorizers.  Write  to  The 
Sanitas  Co.,  Limited,  No.  636  West  55th  street, 
New  York  City,  for  a  copy  of  their  valuable 
little  work,  "  How  to  Disinfect." 

Messrs.  Dame,  Stoddard  &  Kendall,  370- 
72-74  Washington  street,  Boston,  Mass.,  make 
a  specialty  of  outfitting  schools  and  clubs  with 
ball-players'  supplies  of  the  best  quality.  The 
tremendous  business  they  have  built  up  in  this 
single  line  of  their  big  establishment  proves 
the  excellence  of  their  wares.  Nor  is  their 
anglers'  goods  department  less  important,  for 
the  merit  of  their  tackle  has  been  proved  over 
and  over  again  upon  every  good  fishing  water 
from  Quebec  to  Florida.  To  sell  only  the  best 
of  everything  and  to  misrepresent  nothing  has 
always  been  the  wise  policy  of  this  popular 
house. 

Effective  lubrication  is  the  life  of  an  engine, 
and  the  finely  pulverized  graphite  of  the  Jo- 
seph Dixon  Crucible  Co.  performs  wonders. 
Where  other  lubricants  had  run  dry  and  cut  the 
piston,  piston  rings  and  cylinders,  its  use  has 
been  to  restore  every  part  as  smooth  as  glass. 


OUTING  ADVERTISEMENTS. 


Where 


are  you  going 
this  summer? 


Before  deciding-  send  to  the 

INTERNATIONAL  S.  S.  CO., 

Commercial  Wharf,  Boston, 

for  their  descriptive  folder  of 

EASTERN    MAINE, 

NEW   BRUNSWICK, 

NOVA   SCOTIA 
AND  P.  E.  ISLAND. 

The  International  Line  is  the  Scenic  Route 
of  the  East.    ^    ^_  WALDRONi  General  Agt. 


T8*E 

Elili  11 

\  1  ideal  preparation  of  Coffee  for  ] 

I    irists,  sportsmen  and  explora- 

l    n  parties.    The  finest  grades  of 

Tee   combined    with    Borden's 

I     ;le  Brand  Condensed  Milk  and 

:ar.     Ready  for  use  by  diluting 

h  water.    If  you  cannot  obtain 

I     rom  your  dealer  write  to  the 

I     nufacturers. 

Put  up  in   One   Pound  Cans. 

NEW  YORK  CONDENSED  MILK  CO. 
NtW  YORK  CIIY 

Chicago  Office,  8  Wabash  Avenue  „ . 

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^  The  man  in  search 
of  game  can  do  no  bet- 
ter than  to  avail  himself 
of  the  facilities  afforded 
by  the  ^^  ^  ^  ^  ^  ^ 


(^ 


Central  Vermont 


/? 


RAILROAD, 


which  goes  through  a 
territory  where  sport  is 
abundant.  Those  wish- 
ing further  information 
should  write  to  e^  .^  .^ 


S,  A.  CUMMINGS,  Gen.  Pass.  Agent, 
Central  Vermont  Railroad,  St.  Albans,  Vt. 


COLORADO 
TOURS 


1 


Is  the  title  of  a  new  book 
on  Colorado,  America's 
great  health  and  pleas- 
ure resort.  The  book  is 
beautifully  illustrated 
and  contains  a  valuable 
map  of  the  State.  A 
copy  can  be  had  with- 
out charge  upon  appli- 
cation to  P.  S.  Eustis, 
Gen'l  Pass'r  Agent,  C.B. 
&.  Q.  R.  R.,  Chicago,  III. 


^Ji 


When  corresponding  with  advertisers  kindly  mention  Outing. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS 


When  the  first  steel  rod  appeared  anglers  were 
astonished  and  many  of  them  openly  sneered  at 
the  novelty.  That  day  has  forever  gone  by,  for 
there  is  nothing  to  sneer  at.  The  Bristol  steel 
rod,  manufactured  by  the  Horton  Manufactur- 
ing Co.,  of  Bristol,  Conn.,  is  a  high-class  tool 
for  the  use  of  experts,  and  it  will  perform  any 
fair  task  to  which  a  good  rod  may  be  put.  Send 
for  the  new  illustrated  catalogue,  which  shows 
exactly  what  the  Bristol  rods  are. 

The  rods  and  anglers'  and  other  sporting 
sundries  manufactured  by  the  Montague  City 
Rod  Co.,  of  Montague  City,  Mass.,  are  the  sort 
that  stand  the  test  of  long  service  and  never 
fail  to  give  thorough  satisfaction  under  anything 
like  fair  treatment. 

Drop-forged  golf  club  heads  are  distinctly 
an  American  production.  Native  practical 
common  sense  has  been  brought  to  bear  in 
their  production,  and  golfers,  the  world  over, 
will  call  their  inakers,  J.  H.  Williams  &  Co.,  of 
Brooklyn,  blessed.  They  may  not  be  the  Cre- 
monas  of  golf,  but  they  are  cheap,  and  much 
good  music  has  been  gotten  out  of  violins  with- 
out that  magic  name. 

There  is  no  better  test  for  a  gun  than  long 
and  hard  service  afield  in  all  sorts  of  weather. 
A  weapon  that  will  remain  in  good  condition 
and  retain  its  shooting  qualities  after  such  a 
test  must  needs  be  a  good  one.  For  years  the 
Baker  gun,  manufactured  by  the  Baker  Gun 
and  Forging  Co.,  of  Batavia,  N.  Y.,  has  been 
proving  its  merit  in  the  hands  of  experts,  and 
to-day  it  fills  a  fairly  earned  position  among 
the  best  that  are  made.  Guns  by  this  firm, 
for  black  or  for  nitro  powders,  are  as  perfect  as 
modern  skill  can  make  them,  and,  at  a  reason- 
able price,  they  combine  beauty  of  finish, 
balance,  and  that  most  desirable  feature,  hard 
shooting  qualities. 

There  is  only  one  whiskey  bottled  at  the 
distillery,  seven  years  old,  that  is  sold  to  con- 
sumers direct  without  the  intervention  of 
wholesaler,  jobber,  agent  or  retailer.  That's 
the  Hayner  Pure  Rye  Whiskey,  made  by  the 
Hayner  Distilling  Company,  363  to  369  West 
Fifth  street,  Dayton,  O.  They  are  thoroughly 
responsible  ;  have  been  in  business  over  thirty 
years.  Four  full  quarts,  that  would  cost  $5.00 
if  bought  in  the  usual  way,  will  be  sent,  ex- 
press paid,  in  plain  box,  for  $3.20,  if  you  live 
east  of  Denver,  there  being  a  slight  advance  in 
transportation  charges  on  a  package  sent  west 
of  that  point.  No  other  pure  whiskey  is  sold 
so  cheap. 

W.  T.  H.,  Garden  City,  L.  I. — A  canoe  route 
filling  all  your  requirements  does  not  exist. 
The  route  from  Moosehead  Lake,  Maine,  is 
good  for  fishing,  but  you  must  camp.  The 
Thousand  Islands  and  the  Muskoka  Lakes  are 
good,  but  the  law  does  not  allow  shooting  dur- 
ing summer. 

The  soul  of  the  camera  is  in  its  lens  ;  all  else 
pales  into  insignificance  beside  it.  Be  the  mo- 
tion   ever    so  swift  and  the   devices    ever  so 


cunning,  it  is  the  lens  that  sees  and  transfers 
the  photographic  picture.  Ernst  Gundlach, 
Son  &  Co.,  of  Rochester,  N.  Y.,  have  secured 
the  patronage  and  approval  of  the  very  best 
judges  in  the  world,  the  American  photo- 
engraver.  What  he  uses  the  amateur  and  the 
trade  may  invest  in  with  confidence. 

In  civilized  countries  outbreaks  of  many 
dangerous  and  loathsome  kinds,  once  common, 
are  practically  unknown  on  account  of  the  ad- 
vancement of  medical  and  chemical  knowledge, 
but  there  is  no  doubt  that  the  present  death 
rates  could  be  largely  diminished  and  the  gen- 
eral health  of  the  community  greatly  improved 
by  further  sanitary  precautions,  especially  in 
the  homes,  and  the  judicious  use  of  some  ap- 
proved non-poisonous  disinfectant,  such  as  the 
"Sanitas"  preparations,  to  which  we  take 
pleasure  in  calling  the  notice  of  our  readers, 
and  would  advise  them  to  write  to  the  "  San- 
itas "  Company,  636  West  Fifty-fifth  street. 
New  York  city,  for  a  copy  of  their  useful  work, 
"  How  to  Disinfect." 

A  REALLY  appropriate  golf  trophy,  one  that 
is  correct  in  all  its  details  and  conformable  to 
the  facts  of  the  game,  can  only  be  designed  by 
experts  who  have  made  a  specialty  of  the  sport. 
The  firm  of  Theodore  B.  Starr,  of  New  York, 
have  done  so,  and  their  forethought  and  care 
are  receiving  their  due  patronage. 

The  ever-increasing  demand  for  a  safe,  re- 
liable, and  hard-shooting  gun  has  been  well 
met  by  the  Ithaca  Gun  Company,  of  Ithaca, 
N.  Y.  The  ejecting  and  non-ejecting  weapons, 
bored  for  black  and  nitro  powders,  which  bear 
the  mark  of  this  firm,  will  be  found  equal  to 
any  fair  test  to  which  a  gun  may  be  put.  Every 
gun  is  warranted,  and  the  price  is  within  the 
limit  of  a  very  modest  pocketbook. 

Flags  and  tents  have  their  season  every 
year,  but  this  year  is  their  jubilee,  and  none 
but  those  with  abundant  stuff  and  stock  can  be 
relied  upon  to  meet  the  demand.  Geo.  B. 
Carpenter  &  Co.,  of  South  Water  street,  Chi- 
cago, 111.,  are  such  a  firm. 

Golfers  swear  by  the  Texa  shaft,  no  one 
swears  at  it.  Wm.  Read  &  Sons,  of  Boston, 
are  the  agents  of  its  Scotch  makers.  It  is  a 
club  that  has  no  superior  for  driving  power  and 
elasticity.  In  a  game  where  so  much  depends 
upon  elasticity  the  Texa  shaft  is  worthy  of  its 
great  reputation.  Read  &  Sons  give  special 
rates  to  clubs,  and  they  carry  in  their  stock 
Henley  balls,  caddy  bags  and  all  the  regalia  of 
the  game. 

The  summer  season  is  with  us.  The  camp 
and  the  yacht,  the  boat,  the  canoe  and  the 
garden,  call  for  their  artistic  embellishment, 
and  nature,  or,  at  least,  human  nature,  for  all 
the  creature  comforts  it  can  command.  Van- 
tine,  of  New  York,  the  friend  of  all  with 
artistic  feeling,  meets  all  the  season's  demands. 
Their  beautiful  scarfs,  luxuriant  and  cool 
grass  cushions  and  chairs,  enchant  the  eye  and 
rest  the  body. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


THERE  has  ever  been  an  alluring  euphony 
to  the  sound  of  The  Ozarks  in  the 
ears  of  sportsmen.  Somehow  it  has 
seemed  to  suggest  the  swish  of  a  line  or 
the  crack  of  a  gun.  But  sweet  though 
the  sound  has  been  to  sportsmen's  ears,  to  the 
understanding  of  thousands  of  them,  especially 
in  the  East  and  North  and  in  Canada,  the 
Ozarks  have  taken  form  as  some  far-off  region, 
a  "  happy  hunting  ground,"  to  be  sure,  but  one 
so  inaccessible  as  to  be  visited  only  in  fancy. 
How  erroneous  this  view  is  is  made  yory  clear 
in  a  beautifully  illustrated  hand-book,  "  Feath- 
ers and  Fins  on  the  Frisco,"  a  copy  of  which 
has  just  been  received  by  Outing.  The  Ozarks, 
m  fact,  are  right  in  the  center  of  the  United 
States,  as  the  writer  of  this  book  aptly  says,  "  at 
the  very  back  door  of  St.  Louis,"  the  most  ac- 
cessible city,  doubtless,  in  all  America.  Once 
there  the  Frisco  road  carries  you  in  a  few  hours, 
dogs,  guns  and  camp  outfit  free,  to  the  long- 
wished-for  fishing  and  hunting  grounds  of  the 
Ozarks.  Sportsmen  who  are  beginning  to  plan 
their  autumn  outing  will  find  much  to  interest 
them  in  this  little  book,  which  guides  them  in 
an  entertaining  and  pictorial  way  along  the 
Meramec,  Bourbeuse,  Little  Piney,  Gasconade, 
White  and  other  rivers  of  this  gameland  elys- 
ium.  A  copy  will  be  sent  to  any  one  writing 
for  it  to  the  Passenger  Department  of  the  Frisco 
Railroad,  St.  Louis. 

The  journey  to  Nova  Scotia,  so  often  made 
for  pleasure  as  well  as  business,  can  be  made 
most  advantageously  by  the  splendid  sea- 
going steamers  of  the  Yarmouth  Line.  The 
real  sea  part  of  the  voyage  only  lasts  some 
fourteen  or  fifteen  hours,  and  is  often  as  pleas- 
ant as  an  excursion  run.  The  afternoon  sail 
down  Boston  Harbor  and  Bay  is  also  a  very  at- 
tractive feature  of  the  trip.  At  Yarmouth  close 
connections  are  made  with  express  trains  to 
and  from  Halifax  and  other  chief  points. 
Under  the  existing  circumstances,  it  may  assure 
persons  of  a  timid  disposition  to  know  that  the 
steamers  of  this  company  are  under  the  protec- 
tion of  the  British  flag.  The  ships  of  this  line 
dock  at  Lewis  Wharf,  Boston,  where  requests 
for  literature  should  be  addressed. 

For  New  England  and  the  Adirondacks,  via 
Fitchburg  Railroad,  the  train  service  for  season 
of  1898  from  Boston  to  Port  Henry,  Westport, 
Port  Kent,  Bluff  Point  and  Plattsburg  has  been 
inaugurated.  Train  with  through  parlor-car 
attached  will  leave  the  Union  Station,  Boston, 
at  8  A.  M.,  reaching  Plattsburg  about  7  p.  m., 
and,  returning,  leave  Plattsburg  about  10  a.  m., 
arriving  in  Boston  about  7:30  p.  m.  daily,  except 
Sunday,  until  October  ist.  In  addition  to 
above  service,  parlor-cars  will  leave  Boston  at 
8  and  11  a.  m.  ,  and  sleeping-car  at  7  p.  m.,  for 
Burlington,  where  connection  will  be  made  with 
steamers  of  the  Champlain  Transportation 
Company  for  Plattsburg,  Westport,  Port  Kent, 
and  all  the  Lake  Champlain  resorts.  On  the 
return  parlor-cars  will  leave  Burlington  for  Bos- 
ton at  8:30  A.  M.  and  12:05  p.  m.,  and  sleeping- 
car  at  10:06  p.  M. 

Summer  Homes  — A  beautifully  illustrated 
book — list  of  over  3,000  summer  hotels  and 
boarding  houses  along  the  Hudson,  in  the 
Catskill  Mountains,  Northern  New  York  and 
Vermont.  Send  eight  cents  in  stamps  to  H.  B. 
Jagoe,  General  Eastern  Passenger  Agent,  West 
Shore  Railroad,  363  Broadway,  New  York,  or 
free  upon   application. 


The  West  Shore  Railroad  summer  schedule 
is  now  in  operation  both  for  eastward  and  west- 
ward traffic.  In  the  east-bound  service  the 
Continental  Express  makes  a  very  fast  run 
through  the  Mohawk  and  Hudson  Valleys.  The 
westward  express.  No.  i,  now  leaves  New  York 
at  12:45  P-  M.  and  makes  but  five  stops  between 
New  York  and  Buffalo,  arriving  at  Chicago  at 
2:40  and  St.  Louis  at  6:52  p.  m.  next  day  Out 
of  the  Saratoga  and  Mohawk  Valley  Express 
many  stops  have  been  cancelled. 

The  Missouri  Pacific  Railway  goes  direct 
to  the  grounds  of  the  Trans-Mississippi  Exposi- 
tion, at  Omaha.  It  has  ten  trains  daily  be- 
tween St.  Louis  and  Kansas  City.  Through 
service  to  Pueblo,  Colorado  Springs,  Denver, 
Salt  Lake  City  and  Portland,  and  reduced  rates. 
Apply  to  H.  C.  Townsend,  G.  P.  A.,  St   Louis. 

The  Wabash  Line  has  met  nobly  the  demands 
on  its  system  made  by  the  great  Trans- Missis- 
sippi and  International  Exposition  now  in 
progress  at  Omaha,  Neb.  The  equipment  and 
operation  of  the  line  has  always  been  on  the 
lines  of  safety  and  comfort,  its  free  reclining 
chair-cars,  parlor-cars  and  sleepers  being  sec- 
ond to  none.     Special  rates  are  in  effect. 

The  Albany  Day  steamers  up  and  down  the 
Hudson  still  stands  a  peerless  trip  upon  a  peer- 
less river.  The  palace  steamers  JVeTv  York 
and  A  Ibany  ply  with  the  regularity  of  clock- 
work and  the  comfort  of  a  high-class  hotel  up 
and  down  the  lordly  and  lovely  waters  upon 
which  so  much  of  the  romantic  history  of  the 
rise  of  the  great  republic  was  enacted. 

The  witchery  of  the  Adirondacks,  that  irre- 
sistible magnet  whose  power  increases  with  the 
sun,  is  aided  in  no  small  degree  by  the  great 
railway  system  that  skirts  and  penetrates  the 
great  North  Woods  and  renders  access  to  its 
pleasure  grounds  and  waters  a  pleasure  of 
itself.  The  New  York  Central  and  H.  R.  R. 
with  its  branches  and  connections  opens  to  the 
world  the  charms  of  this  lovely  wilderness. 

The  breezy  shores  of  Maine,  the  storied  land 
of  Evangeline,  the  picturesque  wilds  of  New 
Brunswick  and  the  pastoral  beauties  of  Prince 
Edward's  Island  may  be  comfortably  reached 
by  the  stanch,  well-appointed  steamers  of  the 
International  Steamship  Corapany  from  Boston. 
The  line  has  been  well  named  "The  Scenic 
Route  of  the  East." 

The  Chicago  and  Northwestern  Railway, 
the  pioneer  line  west  and  northwest  of  Chicago, 
boasts  of  every  improvement  known  to  modern 
railroading.  By  it  the  tourist  may  reach  the 
cream  of  the  summer  resorts  of  Wisconsin, 
Minnesota,  Dakota,  Colorado  and  the  Pacific 
Coast.  A  perfect  train  service,  and  careful  and 
courteous  attention  en  route,  cause  patrons  of 
this  railway  to  forget  they  have  journeyed  be- 
beyond  the  limits  of  first-class  hotels. 

This  will  surely  be  a  summer  of  inland  holi- 
days, and  tourists  will  turn  from  thoughts  of 
foreign  travel  to  the  manifold  attractions  of  our 
own  fair  land.  The  Great  West,  the  Pacific 
Coast,  New  Mexico,  offer  inducements  which 
no  European  country  can  equal,  and  all  their 
wonders  may  be  visited  and  enjoyed  without 
the  loss  of  creature  comforts  by  the  way.  The 
popular  Atchison, Topeka  and  Santa  Fe  Railway 
will  not  be  found  wanting  by  those  who  trav- 
erse its  natural  picture  -  galleries  toward  the 
setting  sun. 


"  Bird  Studies,"  an  account  of  the  land 
birds  of  Eastern  North  America,  by  William 
E.  D.  Scott,  with  i66  illustrations  from  original 
photos. 

He  who  adds  another  book  to  the  already 
large  list  of  works  upon  birds  must  have  some- 
thing distinctive  to  offer.  Mr.  Scott's  "  Bird 
Studies  "  meets  this  requirement.  In  the  first 
place,  the  work,  while  strictly  accurate  in  every 
respect,  avoids  the  use  of  all  technical  terms  in 
the  description  of  the  birds  dealt  with,  and 
while  no  artificial  keys  are  used  as  so-called 
"short  cuts  "  in  arriving  at  conclusions  as  to 
the  identity  of  a  bird,  it  is  believed  that  the 
character  of  the  illustrations  is  such  that  they 
will  enable  any  one  to  arrive  at  a  definite  decis- 
ion concerning  the  name  and  status  of  any 
particular  bird.  In  the  second  place,  all  of  the 
illustrations  have  been  specially  prepared  for 
this  work  and  have  never  before  been  used. 
They  are  the  result  of  an  elaboration  of  pho- 
tography more  fully  applied  to  ornithology 
than  ever  before.  The  result  is  that  the  stu- 
dent secures  an  exact  reproduction  of  the  sub- 
ject, free  from  the  individual  ideas  of  artist  or 
engraver.  The  illustrations  deal  with  three 
divisions  of  bird  life,  namely,  birds,  nests  and 
eggs.  Many  of  the  pictures  were  taken  directly 
from  live  birds,  and  the  nests  were  in  all  cases 
photographed  foften  with  no  little  difficulty)  in 
the  positions  in  which  they  had  been  built  by 
the  birds  themselves,  the  surrounding  being  dis- 
turbed as  little  as  the  circumstances  would 
allow.  [G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons,  N.  Y.] 

"  The  Encyclopedia  of  Sport,"  parts  XIV. 
and  XV. 

The  two  latest  numbers  of  this  deservedly 
popular  Encyclopaedia  come  seasonably  to  hand, 
inasmuch  as  they  cover  the  letter  "  R,"  under 
which  they  deal  exhaustively  and  with  excel- 
lent judgment  with  Racing  and  Rowing,  whilst 
under  the  following  letter,  "  S,"  comes  in  due 
course  the  tihiely  sport  Salmon  fishing  By  the 
time  the  alphabet  is  complete,  sportsmen  will 
have  a  ready  reference  on  all  the  sports  and 
pastimes,  and  a  series  of  illustrations  of  per- 
manent interest  and  value. 

fG.  P.  Putnam's  Sons,  N.  Y.] 

"  Hygienic  Bicycling,"  a  pocket  manual  for 
the  healthful  use  of  the  wheel,  by  H.  C.  Clark. 

The  purpose  of  this  pocket  manual  is  to  show 
how  wheeling  is  related  to  health  and  to  sum- 
marize in  the  most  convenient  form  the  present 
state  of  knowledge  of  the  hygienic  use  of  the 
wheel.  Numerous  physicians  have  been  con- 
sulted and  articles  specially  prepared  by  the 
most  eminent  physicians  and  specialists  in  the 
country  have  been  incorporated  into  the  work. 
The  object  has  been  to  prepare  a  pocket  manual 


of  health  for  cyclists  and  a  guide  to  those  ex- 
pecting to  use  the  wheel  as  a  means  for  the 
restoration  of  health.  It  is  important  to  know 
how  to  use  the  wheel  not  only  for  pleasure  but 
for  health,  and  the  readers  of  "  Hygienic  Bicy- 
cling "  will  learn  many  a  useful  fact. 

[H.  C.  Clark,  Delaware,  Del.] 

"Smithsonian  Report  U.  S.  National  Mu- 
seum, 1895." 

It  is  not  often  that  Reports  of  Museums, 
except  they  be  of  natural  history  collections, 
are  of  more  than  passing  interest  to  the  hunter 
and  fisherman,  but  the  1895  Report  of  the 
Smithsonian  contains  in  "The  Graphic  Art  of 
the  Eskimos,"  by  Dr.  Walter  James  Hoffman, 
the  Honorary  Curator  of  the  Ethnological 
Museum,  Catholic  University  of  America, 
Washington,  D.  C,  a  contribution  over  which 
every  hunter  by  land  or  water  will  linger  with 
interest.  The  methods,  the  material  and  the 
results  of  the  Eskimo  hunting  and  fishing  ex- 
peditions are  told  in  a  series  of  illustrations 
rudely  but  graphically  engraved  on  bone  and 
rock,  whilst  the  lucid  text  of  the  learned  con- 
tributor carries  the  reader  on  through  the  story 
by  the  charm  of  his  evident  enthusiasm  no  less 
than  by  his  style.  [Washington,  D.  C] 

"Tumbling  for  Amateurs,"  by  James  T. 
Gwathmey,  M.  D.,  for  the  past  seven  years 
director  of  the  Vanderbilt  University  Gymna- 
sium, and  also  for  three  years  instructor  of  the 
Nashville  Athletic  Club.  Principal  of  the 
Vanderbilt  University  Summer  School  for 
Higher  Physical  Culture. 

Tumbling  is  of  importance  to  us  all,  a.s,noletis 
volens,  we  all  take  a  tumble  occasionally;  and 
if  we  know  how  to  tumble — so  as  to  land  on 
our  feet  or  keep  from  falling — it  will  give  us 
a  confidence  that  we  would  not  otherwise  have. 
After  acquiring  a  few  of  the  exercises,  tum- 
bling can  be  practiced  with  pleasure  and  sat- 
isfaction on  any  lawn,  sand-bar,  or  sawdust 
pile,  and  in  this  way  will  prove  of  more  practical 
utility  than  almost  any  form  of  gymnastics. 
The  author  has  in  this,  his  first  draft,  depended 
almost  entirely  upon  the  illustrations,  and  in- 
tentionally made  the  text  as  short  and  concise 
as  possible,  following  the  plan  of  Messrs.  Hitch- 
cock and  Nelligan's  most  excellent  work, 
"Wrestling."  The  illustrations,  indeed,  are  so 
graphic,  numerous  and  continuous,  as  to  render 
text  almost  superfluous,  and  probably  courage 
and  the  effort  to  let  oneself  go  the  first  time 
is  really  all  that  is  necessary  to  master  the 
movements  depicted. 

[Publishing  House  Methodist  Episcopal 
Church,  South,  Barbee  &  Smith, 
Agents,  Nashville,  Tenn.] 


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THE   SIGNAL   FOR   ACTION. 

"  America  expects  every  man  to  do  his  Span- 
iard."— Lzfe. 

PREFERRED    ENGLISH. 

French  poHteness  is  proverbial,  and  deserv- 
edly so,  if  the  following  is  a  fair  example  of  it. 

Scene,  a  shop  in  a  French  city. 

Briton. — Vooley  voo  donny  mwaw — 

The  Proprietor. — Pardon  !  Monsieur  can 
speak  the  English  to  me. 

Briton. — Why  so  ?  Can't  you  understand  my 
French  ? 

The  Proprietor — Monsieur,  I  am  from  the 
South,  and  find  it  difficult  to  comprehend  the 
true  Parisian  accent. — Pick-Me-Up. 

"  Hurrah  !  "  shouted  the  Swedish  scientist. 
"  Andree  has  discovered  the  pole."  "  Hist  !  " 
whispered  the  lecture-manager.  "  I've  known 
it  for  weeks,  but  it  would  be  foolhardy  to  an- 
nounce it  while  this  Spanish-American  war- 
scare  is  on.  Wouldn't  be  room  for  it  in  the 
New  York  papers." — Philadelphia  Record. 

A   DOUBTFUL    STATEMENT. 

He  :  I  don't  know  whether  it  is  safe  for  me  to 
interview  your  father  or  not. 

She  :  Your  life  should  be  of  no  consequence 
compared  with  my  happiness  — Life. 

A    SPRING   pastoral. 

The  balm  of  spring  is  in  the  air. 
The  grass  is  green  in  clumps; 

Our  goods  are  in  the  moving  van, 
And  we  are  in  the  dumps. 

Judge. 

"There  is  one  thing  you  don't  have  to  do, 
anyhow,"  growled  Mr.  Wipedunks,  through  the 
lather  that  covered  his  face,  as  he  proceeded  to 
strop  his  razor.  "  You  are  always  complaining 
about  your  hardships.  You  ought  to  be  mighty 
thankful  you  haven  t  got  a  beard  to  bother  you. " 

"I  don't  know  about  that,"  replied  Mrs.  Wipe- 
dunks.  "  If  I  was  a  bearded  lady,  I  believe  I 
could  make  a  better  living  for  this  family  than 
you're  making." — Chicago  Tribune. 


"  I  won't ! "  she  cried.     "  How  hasty  !  " 

Was  his  expostulation. 
"  I  will  not,  then  !"    cried  she  at  once 

With  more  deliberation. 

Detroit  Journal. 

The  good  die  young.  Every  man  heaves  a 
great  sigh  of  relief  when  he  reaches  his  thir- 
tieth year. —  West  Union    Gazette. 


Phil  Pot  {sadly) :  Man  is  made  of  dust. 

Mrs.  Phil  :  And  when  he  takes  to  irrigation 
as  you  have,  it  isn't  long  ere  his  name  is  in 
the  mud.  — Life. 

"  While,  generally  speaking,"  said  the  Cum- 
minsville  sage,  "a  man  is  known  by  his  friends, 
yet  if  they  come  to  know  him  too  well  they 
will  know  him  no  longer." 

Cincinnati  Enquirer. 

at  the  shore. 

Mrs.  Newlywed  {disconsolately):  "Oh, 
dear!  I  do  wish  my  husband  would  come  down 
and  spend  a  week  or  two  with  me  ;  but  he 
writes  that  he  can't  possibly  get  away." 

Mrs  Wedsometime:  "  Hum  !  Just  write  and 
tell  him  to  send  down  the  tandem  at  once. 
I'll  warrant  that  will  fetch  hxva.."— Judge. 

"  Did  you  hear  how  young  Cadlets  made  love 
to  Miss  Duckets  ? "  "  No  ;  howdidhe  ?  "  "He 
sent  his  valet  to  intercede  for  him."  "  Good- 
ness !  I  never  heard  of  such  a  thing."  "  Nor 
I ;  but  I  suppose  he  thought  it  was  beneath 
him  to  press  his  own  suit." — Pittsburg  Chron- 
icle- Telegraph. 

accounted    FOR. 

Blistered  Bloodgood  :  It  says  here,  "  Folks 
w'ot  gits  bit  by  dogs  gits  hydrophobia  an'  goes 
inter  convulsions  at  de  sight  uv  water."  Now, 
I've  bin  bit  hundreds  of  times  an'  never  felt  no 
bad  effects  w'otever. 

Patched  Peters  :  Dat's  easily  accounted 
fer — you  never  git  within  sight  uv  water,  you 
know. 


abundant  foods  in  the  form  of  many  whitefish 
(frost  fish),  the  big  lake  whitefish,  and  crus- 
tacean food,  the  success  of  the  plant  seems  as- 
sured. " 

A    NOTE    FROM    NEW    BRUNSWICK. 

"  Fishing  seasons  in  New  Brunswick  are 
very  much  alike.  The  principal  trout  streams 
are  not  overrun  with  anglers,  and  many  of  the 
great  lakes  in  the  heart  of  the  wilderness  have 
never  been  fished  at  all,  except  by  some  wan- 
dering trapper  or  Indian  hunter.  There  are 
hundreds  of  lakes  in  the  wilds  of  New  Bruns- 
wick where  trout  of  from  one  to  five  pounds 
weight  may  be  caught  in  great  numbers,  but 
which  have  never  even  found  their  place  upon 
the  map. 

"  The  great  salmon  rivers  of  the  province,  the 
Restigouche,  Nepisiguit,  Tobique,  and  both 
branches  of  the  Miramichi,  will  be  visited  this 
season  by  a  larger  number  of  sportsmen  than 
ever  before.  The  war  will  keep  some  of  the 
'  chosen  '  at  home,  but  this  will  be  more  than 
offset  by  the  prospect  of  good  fishing,  and  by 
the  revelation  experienced  by  many  sportsmen 
who  witnessed  the  New  Brunswick  display  at 
the  New  England  Sportsman's  Exposition. 

"  The  great  success  attained  by  New  England 
sportsmen  who  last  season,  for  the  first  time, 
sought  in  this  province  the  moose  and  the 
caribou  will  result  in  a  much  more  formidable 
invasion  this  year  than  ever  before.  The  only 
substantial  change  in  the  game  law  is  that  each 
sportsman  is  limited  to  one  moose,  one  caribou 
and  two  deer,  an  amendment  which  seems  to 
meet  with  general  approval  on  the  part  of 
sportsmen  as  well  as  guides.  New  Brunswick 
is  still  behind  Maine  in  the  item  of  deer,  which 
indeed  are  hardly  classed  as  big  game  here  at 
all,  but  its  supply  of  moose  is  not  equaled  in 
any  part  of  North  America  except  Alaska,  nor 
its  supply  of  caribou  by  any  other  region  except 
Newfoundland. 

"  The  record  moose  for  eastern  North  America 
was  shot  in  this  province,  on  the  upper  waters 
of  the  Tobique,  last  year,  by  Stephen  Decatur, 
of  Portsmouth,  N.  H.  The  antlers  measured 
66  inches  from  tip  to  tip. 

"  Frank  H.  Risteen." 
trouting  in  quebec. 

Dr.  William  Henry  Drummond,  author  of 
that  charming  and  highly  successful  book  of 
dialect  poems  now  known  to  thousands  as  "The 
Habitant,"  writes  pleasantly  as  follows  : 

"  The  ice  left  Lac-la-Pgche  and  the  other 
lakes  in  the  Laurentian  Club  territory  about 
April  28th.  The  following  week  was  compara- 
tively warm,  giving  promise  of  early  fishing, 

•  It  will  be  our  pleasure  from  time  to  time  to  publish  letters  of  general  interest  from  our  readers,  from  whom 
we  are  always  glad  to  hear. 


NEW    YORK    AND    NEW   JERSEY. 

DR.  A.  N.  CHENEY,  State  Fish  Cultur- 
ist,  and  a  famous  authority,  writes  as 
follows:  "It  was  my  good  fortune 
to  fish  this  year  in  two  States  on  the 
opening  of  the  trout  season  :  in  New 
Jersey  on  April  ist,  and  in  New  York  on 
April  1 6  th. 

"  I  have  always  contended  that  the  brook- 
trout  season  should  not  open  in  northern  New 
York  before  May  ist,  the  date  on  which  the 
lake-trout  season  opens.  As  a  rule,  brook  trout 
in  northern  New  York  are  poor,  slimy,  slug- 
gish creatures  when  the  season  legally  opens, 
be  the  date  March  29th,  April  ist,  or  April  i6th. 

"  Not  until  the  water  has  warmed  to  60°,  or 
above,  does  the  insect  food  hatch  out  which 
feeds  the  trout  to  the  best  condition  for  the  fly- 
fisher  and  the  table.  April  ist  this  year  was 
a  cold  day,  after  weeks  of  unusually  warm 
weather  for  the  month  of  March,  and  in  New 
Jersey  the  fishing  promised  well.  The  2d  and 
3d  were  cold  and  blustery,  with  snow  on  both 
days  and  ice  the  night  of  the  2d. 

"  Trout  rose  to  the  fly,  taking  it  on  the  sur- 
face fairly  well  in  one  stream  that  had  been 
stocked  with  food,  and  in  another  they  took  the 
fly  when  sunk  beneath  the  surface.  In  the 
stream  stocked  with  food,  the  fish,  though  cov- 
ered with  the  winter  slime,  were  in  fair  condi- 
tion and  filled  with  larvae  food.  Fish  from  the 
other  stream  were  thin  and  tasteless  when 
cooked. 

"  On  the  i6th.  in  New  York,  I  fished  an  Adi- 
rondack lake  that  had  been  stocked  with 
shrimp,  and  contained  an  abundance  of  cad- 
dice- worms  and  May  flies.  The  day  was  warm 
and  bright,  and  some  caddice-fiies  were  on  the 
water,  and  the  trout  rose,  as  a  rule,  to  the 
flies  we  offered  on  the  leaders.  The  trout  were 
all  in  good  condition,  but  slimy  as  breeding 
fish. 

"  The  fish  seem  to  have  wintered  well,  and 
waters  in  which  abundance  of  food  is  found 
naturally,  or  has  been  produced  artificially, 
promise  to  afford  good  fishing. 

"  The  lake-trout  fishing  opened  on  May  ist  in 
New  York,  and  on  that  day  many  good  fish 
were  taken  in  Lake  George.  One  party  of  five 
people  took  19  fish,  weight  132  pounds.  More 
perhaps  to  the  point,  three  land-locked  salmon 
were  taken  on  that  day  (there  may  have  been 
more  but  I  know  nothing  of  them)  in  the  lake. 
These  salmon  weighed  6,  5  1-2  and  3  pounds 
respectively. 

"  The  lake  was  first  planted  with  salmon  in 
1894,   and  as    the    lake    furnishes     rich    and 


GLANCES  AT  OUR  LETTER  FILE. 


but  this  promise  was  rudely  dispelled  by  the 
cold  and  damp  weather  which  succeeded,  and 
it  was  not  till  May  15th,  that  the  sun  consented 
to  stay  out  for  any  length  of  time. 

"  On  May  14th,  I  brought  back  to  camp,  after 
two  hours'  work,  a  dozen  and  a  half  fair-sized 
trout  ;  all  caught  in  a  shallow  lake. 

"The  Messrs.  Haight,  of  New  York,  were 
the  first  arrivals  at  '  Laurentian  Club '  head- 
quarters, and  had  to  be  content  with  middling 
catches.  Messrs.  James  W.  Cromwell  and 
Theodore  Smith,  of  New  York,  registered  at 
Lac-la-Peche,and  started  for  the  outlying  chain 
of  camps  next  day.  Messrs.  Stevenson,  De 
Courtenay,  Boulter,  McCall  and  Drummond, 
of  Montreal,  Waldo  Chase  and  Dr.  Swan,  of 
Boston,  and  Henry  B.  Bates  and  Wisner,  of 
New  York,  went  to  the  '  St.  Maurice  Club, ' 
May  1 6th,  where  they  enjoyed  some  of  the 
finest  trout  fishing  in  the  world.  Lake  Wayaga- 
mack  and  the  other  waters  in  the  club  territory 
containing  specimens  up  to  9  pounds  in  weight. 
Messrs.  J.  W.  Burdick,  of  Albany,  Frank  A. 
Munsey  and  Geo.  Wright,  of  New  York,  and 
Drs.  Birkett  and  Finley,  Montreal,  went  in  on 
the  26th." 

In  a  later  communication  Dr.  Drummond  tells 
of  fishing,  better  than  which  no  sane  man  could 
desire.     He  says  : 

St.  Maurice  Club  Territory,  May  31. 

"  Trout  fishing  began  in  these  preserves  on 
May  i6th,  when  a  party  of  members  and 
guests  put  in  an  appearance  at  the  club-house. 
The  water,  on  account  of  lumbering  operations, 
was  still  too  high  for  good  sport,  but  in  a  few 
days  things  looked  more  promising  and  good 
catches  were  made. 

"  At  the  falls  of  the  Little  Wayagamack, 
Messrs.  Bates  and  Wisner,  of  New  York,  landed 
two  and  three  pounders,  which,  caught  in  run- 
ning water,  furnished  exciting  sport.  A  day 
or  two  later  these  gentlemen,  fishing  in  Little 
Tom  Lake,  had  very  good  success. 

"  Messrs.  Waldo  K.  Chase  and  Dr.  Swan,  of 
Cambridge,    Mass.;    Stevenson,     McCall    and 


Drummond,  of  Montreal,  and  Wagner  and 
Frame,  of  New  York,  spent  a  fortnight  in  the 
territory,  and  landed  trout  weighing  from  2  to 
5  pounds,  all  the  fishing  being  done  with  the 
fly.  In  Lake  Wayagamack,  which  is  nearly  50 
miles  in  ciixumference,  the  trout  run  so  large 
that  it  is  hardly  safe  to  use  more  than  one  fly, 
unless  the  rod  and  tackle  be  exceptionally 
heavy. 

"  Black  flies  and  mosquitoes  put  in  an  ap- 
pearance on  the  26th  inst. ,  but  are  not  trouble- 
some as  yet;  and  as  the  water  in  all  the  lakes 
has  about  reached  its  summer  level,  sport  is 
now  at  its  best. 

"  Messrs.  J.  W.  Burdick  and  Dr.  Coxe,  of 
Albany,  and  Geo.  C.  Wright,  of  New  York, went 
up  to  the  Wayagamack  on  the  27th  and  will 
remain  for  a  fortnight. 

"  I  saw  several  moose,  and  caribou  tracks  in 
every  direction,  and  hunting  should  be  very 
good  during  the  coming  season. 

"  Mr.  Joseph  Wagner,  of  the  New  York 
Sun,  was  my  guest,  while  with  us  were  several 
members  of  the  club,  viz.:  Messrs.  Geo.  Boulter, 
J.  T.  McCall,  and  A.  W.  Stevenson,  of  Mont- 
real, and  half  a  dozen  American  members. 

"Considering  everything,  the  date  was  'just 
right,'  for  if  we  were  not  at  the  height  of  the 
fishing,  we  missed  the  flies. 

"  I  am  ready  to  admit  that  in  most  localities, 
black  bass,  ounce  for  ounce,  outvie  speckled 
trout  in  gamesome  qualities,  but  they  don't  do 
it  in  the  St.  Maurice  region  !  Here  2-pound 
trout,  in  the  rapid  water,  caught  perhaps 
from  behind  a  rock  in  the  middle  of  the  stream, 
are  not  easy  to  handle  on  a  light  rod,  while 
the  3  and  4  pound  fish  were  very  dangerous. 
Mr.  Waldo  Chase,  of  Cambridge,  Mass.,  an 
experienced  angler,  broke  a  new  double  leader 
on  a  big  one,  which — of  course — got  away  ! 
All  our  fish  were  taken  on  the  fly,  and  the 
largest  weighed  4  3-4  pounds.  Most  of  the  fish 
under  2  pounds  were  returned  to  the  water. 
In  this  region  I  have  taken  on  the  fly  many 
specimens  over  5  pounds,  and  much  larger 
fish  have  been  caught  with  minnow  or  spoon." 


ANSWERS   TO    CORRESPONDENTS. 


Sunstroke. — In  cases  of  sunstroke,  where 
the  head,  face  and  body  are  extremely  hot, 
apply  cold  water  to  the  head.  Cold  water  can 
often  be  gotten  from  roadside  springs.  If 
possible  get  ice- water.  If  near  a  hotel  put  the 
patient  into  a  bath-tub  of  water  about  the  tem- 
perature of  the  body  ;  then  lower  the  temper- 
ature until  the  patient  is  cooled  off.  Such 
treatment  is  beneficial. 

D.  H.  Grandin.— C.  Herrick  Duggan's  ad- 
dress is  Royal  St.  Lawrence  Yacht  Club,  Mont- 
real. But  Duggan  didn't  design  Valkyrie. 
Do  you  refer  to  Watson,  the  Glasgow  naval 
architect,  who  did  design  the  three  Valkyrie  >? 
Duggan  designed  and  sailed  Glencairn,  the 
Canadian  one-rater,  and  several  other  little  craft. 

J.  M.  E.,  Hartford.— I.  Any  good  State  atlas 
will  give  you  the  desired  information  as  to  the 
Connecticut  River.  2.  What ' '  six  fellows  "  will 
require  on  a  two  weeks'  cruise  depends  upon 
where  they  are  going,  and  how  they  are  going  ; 
whether    they    want,    for  instance,    to  sleep 


aboard,  to  camp  ashore,  and  a  hundred  other 
things.  Your  question  is  altogether  too  indefi- 
nite. 

Tandem. — It  is  impossible  to  lay  down  rules 
for  passing  pedestrians  on  the  road.  Some  foot 
passengers  take  no  notice  of  the  approaching 
cyclist,  some  jump  first  one  way  and  then 
another,  while  others  wait  until  the  rider  is 
upon  them,  and  then  stand  still  in  his  path. 
Every  instance  of  the  latter  kind  must  be 
dealt  with  by  itself,  according  to  the  rider's 
best  judgment  at  the  time. 

To  properly  train  for  a  century  run,  the 
novice  should  sleep  regularly  each  night  for  a 
week  or  two  in  advance,  and  ride  daily  from 
ten  to  twenty  miles,  extending  these  jaunts  to 
fifty  or  sixty  miles  three  or  four  days  before 
the  run,  taking  them,  if  possible,  over  country 
roads.  Rest  the  day  before,  and  start  out  in 
the  morning  with  the  intention  of  maintaining 
a  uniform  pace  of  from  ten  to  fourteen  miles 
during  the  run. 


"Where  to  Hunt  American  Game"  is 
the  title  of  a  very  handsome  book,  of  300 
pages,  published  by  the  United  States  Car- 
tridge Co.,  of  Lowell,  Mass.  Its  purpose  is  to 
tell  sportsmen  where  game  may  be  found.  The 
States  are  arranged  alphabetically,  and  each 
State  has  a  chapter  to  itself,  so  any  desired 
locality  may  readily  be  turned  up.  No  effort 
or  expense  has  been  spared  to  make  the  work 
reliable  and  comprehensive,  while  as  an  exam- 
ple of  the  bookmaker's  craft,  it  is  worthy  of  a 
place  in  any  librar3^  The  illustrations  deserve 
special  mention,  for  dozens  of  them  are  exceed- 
ingly well  executed,  and  admirably  show  the 
possibilities  of  good  drawing  reproduced  upon 
paper  of  fine  quality.  We  can  forgive  the  in- 
troduction among  game  of  muskrats,  marmots, 
and  the  like,  and  explain  their  presence  by  the 
anxiety  of  the  publishers  to  fully  serve  their 
patrons.  The  book  may  be  obtained  from  any 
agent  of  the  company,  for  50  cents,  and  it  is 
well  worth  many  times  the  price. 

"A  Handbook  of  Nature  Study,"  for  teach- 
ers and  pupils  in  elementary  schools,  by  D. 
Lange,  instructor  in  nature  study  m  the  public 
schools  of  St.  Paul,  Minn.: 

The  study  of  nature  with  a  view  to  under- 
stand the  relations  of  plant  and  animal  life  to 
the  welfare  and  happmess  of  man,  needs  no 
justification  in  this  age  of  scientific  agriculture 
and  applied  sciences  All  our  most  progressive 
teachers  agree  that  elementary  science,  or 
nature  study,  should  have  a  place  on  the  pro- 
gramme of  every  graded  and  ungraded  school 
in  the  land.  The  writer  has  attempted  to  point 
out  some  of  the  material  which  may  be  made 
the  basis  of  profitable  lessons  in  nature  study, 
and  has  endeavored  to  show  how  this  material 
may  be  made  available  and  what  the  pupils 
may  be  taught  about  it.  A  glance  at  the  con- 
tents of  the  different  chapters  will  show  that 
the  writer  has  tried  to  learn  directly  from 
nature,  and  he  would  strongly  urge  teachers 
and  pupils  to  attend  nature's  own  school  in 
fields  and  forests,  and  at  lakes  and  streams. 
Those  happy  children  who  can  spend  their  va- 
cations outdoors  do  not  confine  their  attention 
to  one  class  of  objects  and  phenomena.  While 
on  a  ramble  through  the  woods  they  naturally 
observe  the  birds,  the  insects,  the  trees,  shrubs 
and  flowers  of  the  season  ;  and  a  similar  state- 
ment is  true  of  lakes  and  rivers,  of  swamp, 
marsh  and  meadow. 

{The  Macmillan  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"  Canoe  Cruising  and  Camping,"  by  Perry 
D.  Fraser.     Illustrated. 

This  work  by  a  past-master  in  the  craft  is 
intended  for  the  younger  men,  to  teach  them  a 
method  of  passing  leisure  hours  and  a  pastime 
that  is  one  of  the  pleasantest  of  outdoor  sports. 


It  is  addressed  to  those  who  propose  sailing  in 
contests,  as  we'll  as  those  who  intend  to  take 
long  cruises,  and  is  profusely  and  practically 
illustrated. 

[Forest  and  Stream  Pub.  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"  Harry  Druidale  Fisherman  from  Manx- 
land  TO  England,"  by  Henry  Cadman,  late 
president  of  the  Yorkshire  Anglers'  Association, 
with  illustrations. 

Though  relating  entirely  to  trout  fishing  in 
the  Isle  of  Man  and  in  England,  the  author  has 
to  a  great  extent  trodden  on  ground  which  has 
not  had  a  Thomas  Todd  Stoddart  or  Francis 
Francis  to  illustrate  it,  and  the  juvenile  angler 
or  would-be  angler  may  derive  some  benefit 
from  the  chapters  on  the  various  modes  of  fish- 
ing for  trout  in  whatever  waters  they  may  be 
found.  [Macmillan  &  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"  The  Art  of  Taxidermy,"  by  John  Rowley, 
Chief  of  the  Department  of  Taxidermy  in  the 
American  Museum  of  Natural  History,  N.  Y., 
illustrated  with  20  full-page  plates  and  45  draw- 
ings in  the  text. 

The  author's  aim,  and  he  comes  to  the  work 
with  a  large  fund  of  practical  experience,  has 
been  to  eliminate  all  extraneous  matter,  and  to 
stick  closely  to  the  subject  of  taxidermy.  He 
does  not  claim  that  the  methods  recommended 
are  beyond  improvement.  He  simply  gives 
the  results  of  his  own  experience,  coupled  with 
that  of  other  taxidermists  with  whom  he  has 
come  in  contact,  in  the  hope  that  fellow-work- 
ers who  have  not  had  the  benefit  of  the  experi- 
ence of  others,  nor  the  time  and  means  neces- 
sary to  experiment  on  new  lines  of  work,  may 
reap  some  new  ideas  and  be  benefited  thereby. 
[D.  Appleton  &  Co.,  N.  Y.]   . 

"  Rudder,  Rod  and  Gun,"  poems  of  nature, 
by  Otto  Stechen.  Love  of  the  lake  and  stream 
has,  in  a  great  measure,  been  responsible  for  the 
poems  contained  in  this  little  volume,  all  of 
them  expressions  of  the  instincts  of  the  true 
sportsman,  who  finds  both  pleasure  and  com- 
pensation in  his  quest  for  game,  regardless  of 
consideration  for  his  "  bag  "  being  satisfied,  no 
matter  how  unsuccessful  in  that  direction,  with 
whatever  nature  so  lavishly,  in  a  thousand  other 
ways,  proffers  him  in  his  rambles  in  forest  and 
in  field,  and  his  voyages  on  lake  and  stream. 

The  sportsman's  intimate  knowledge  of  out- 
door life,  of  the  habits  of  the  game  which  he 
seeks,  the  natural  phenomena  incidental  to  the 
weather  and  to  the  seasons,  give  him  a  wide 
scope  of  information,  attained  by  no  other  oc- 
cupation, at  once  instructive  as  well  as  enter- 
taining, not  appreciated,  however,  by  those  not 
endowed  with  the  instinct  which  urges  him  to 
roam  in  nature's  fair  domain. 

[Carlon  &  Hollenbeck     Indianapolis.] 


Books  noticed  here  tnay  be  ordered  through  the  office  of  OUTING, 


"What  has  become  of  Bliggins?"  "  He's 
laid  up,  a  victim  of  the  war."  "  I  didn't  know 
that  he  had  even  enlisted."  "  He  hasn't.  He 
sprained  his  larynx  telling  how  things  ought 
to  be  done." —  Was/iz'itgton  Star. 

Cupid's  confession. 

"  Now,  Cupid,"  cried  Miss  Summergirl, 

"  We  start  in  half  a  minute — 
Why  don't  you  pack  your  quiver,  dear? 

I  see  but  two  darts  in  it  !  " 

"  Because,"  said  Cupid,  sturdily, 

"  For  love  and  pity"s  sake. 
These  arrows  are  the  only  ones 

I  calculate  to  take. 

"  To  please  you  I  have  always  sent 

A  cruel  little  dart 
At  ev'ry  man  who  came  in  sight 

Who  seemed  to  have  a  heart ; 

"  But  when  we're  out  of  town  this  year 

My  darts  shall  number  two — 
And  one  shall  be  for  some  true  man, 

And  one  shall  be  for  you  !  " 

"  Oh,  dear  ! "  exclaimed  Miss  Summergirl, 

"  You're  spoiling  all  my  fun  ! 
I'd  rather  never  flirt  at  all 

Than  flirt  with  only  one  ! 

"  Please  take  some  blunt  ones  that  will  strike 

A  heart,  but  not  go  through  it  !  " 
"  Oh,  well,"'  said  Cupid,  "  as  it's/f//, 

I  s'pose  I'll  have  to  do  it  !  " 
—  Wallace  Dunbar  Vincent,  in  Brooklyn  Life. 

Whenever  a  man  goes  wrong  and  there  is  a 
woman  in  the  case,  there  is  always  another  who 
would  like  to  be. — New  York  Press. 

AS   IT   IS    SPOKEN. 

Farmer  Scroggs  :  Hard  times  must  hev 
struck  city  folks. 

Farmer  Binks  :  Dew  tell  ! 

Farmer  Scroggs  :  They're  hevin'  dinner  in 
ther  evenin'  an  doin'  'thout  supper.— y//^^^, 

war's  gift. 
Love  met  grim  War,  who  barred  the  way, 

Smiled  at  the  arrows'  stings, 
And,  reaching  out,  without  delay, 

He  clipped  the  small  god's  wings. 


"  Alas  !  "  cried  Love,  "  no  maiden  hearts 

Will  ever  now  be  mine. 
They  fell  before  my  feathered  darts 

Because  I  seemed  divine." 

"  Fear  not,"  said  War,  "  for  other  things 

Will  bring  hearts  to  your  nets, 
I  only  took  away  your  wings 

To  give  you  epaulets  !  " 

— Ella  Randall  Pearce,  in  Puck. 

Did  5'ou  say,  sir,  that  I  was  not  a  man  of 
veracity  ? " 

'•'No,  sir  ;  I  said  you  were  a  liar." 

"  1  supposed  so.  It  is  not  possible  for  you  o 
make  the  simplest  statement  of  fact  in  a  gentle- 
manly manner." — Detroit  Free  Press. 

Sarcastic  Inquirer  :  What  good  will  it  do 
you  to  take  your  bicycle  with  you  to  Cuba? 

Prospective  Soldier  :  If  I  become  homesick, 
sir,  I  can  puncture  one  of  my  tires  and  breathe 
my  native  air  again. — Chicago  Tribune. 

Teacher  :  John,  of  course  you  would  rather 
bo  right  than  be  President? 

John  {guardedly)  :  Well,  I'd  rather  be  right 
than  be  Vice-President. — Detroit  Journal. 

A    GENUINE    POSER. 

"  Ma,  wuz  you  a  bride  when  you  had  this 
photograph  taken  ?  " 

"  Yes,  Johnny." 

"  Well,  ma,  if  you  wuz  as  pretty  as  that  what 
made  you  go  an'  marry  pa  ?  " — Puck. 

She  wed  a  man  of  high  estate, 

But,  dreadful  to  declare. 
She  found  that  it  was  nothing  more 

Than  a  castle  in  the  air. 

— Philadelphia  Bulletin. 

IT    IS    CONTRABAND. 

Spatts  :  There  is  one  king  who  is  not  ontiie 
side  of  King  Alfonso. 

Bloobumper  :  What  king  is  that  i 
Spatts  :  Old  King  Coal. — Judge. 

ON    FIFTH    avenue. 

Minnie  :  All  the  world's  a  stage. 
Mummer  :  Yes,   and  everyone  wants  to  ride 
on  top. —  The  Rustic,  in  Tow7t  Topics. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


THERE  are  flies  in  the  amber  for  most  of 
us,  but  when  they  take  the  form  of 
some  hideous  blunder  in  a  trophy 
which  we  would  otherwise  be  proud 
of,  they  are  exasperatmg.  For  instance,  we 
have  assisted  in  winning  a  polo  cup,  and  the 
sticks  of  polo  are,  or  rather  should  be,  part 
of  the  design.  Behold!  they  are  really  bill- 
iard cues.  Or  we  have  won  honors  at  tennis, 
only  to  find  a  webbed  aperture,  more  like  a 
snow-shoe  than  a  tennis  racquet,  staring  us 
in  the  face.  Or  worse,  and  unpardonable  !  We 
find  on  our  golf  cup,  every  time  we  show  it  to 
our  admiring  friends,  not  golf  clubs,  but  mon- 
strosities that  may  be  shovels  or  may  be  canoe 
paddles.  These  are  not  exaggerations.  They 
were  indeed  the  commonplaces  of  life  until  our 
best  silversmiths  brought  the  designing  and 
making  of  trophies  and  cups  out  of  the  shoddy 
shop  into  the  art  studio.  Foremost  amongst 
the  producers  of  the  highest  in  form,  the  best 
in  quality  and  the  most  reliable  in  detail,  is  the 
Gorham  Co.,  silversmiths,  of  New  York.  You 
can  order  of  them  in  perfect  confidence.  Their 
work  is  faultless." 

Dixon's  "  Graphitoleo  "  is  a  preparation  of 
a  very  finely  pulverized  and  very  choice  graph- 
ite and  a  pure  petrolatum  warranted  not  to 
gum  or  become  rancid.  It  is  applied  to  bicycle 
chains  by  means  of  a  piece  of  cloth — a  small 
quantity  being  placed  on  the  cloth  and  the 
chain  run  through  it,  or  the  cloth  simply  rubbed 
on  the  inside  of  the  chain.  Dixon's  Graphitoleo 
will  not  only  lubricate  the  chain  and  the  sprock- 
ets, but  thoroughly  lubricates  the  pivots  or  pins 
holding  the  links  of  the  chain.  For  this  reason, 
though  not  so  handy,  it  is  superior  to  the  stick 
graphite,  which  does  not  lubricate  the  pins  of 
the  chain,  and  is  not  intended  to.  Dixon's 
Graphitoleo  is  recommended  for  lubricating  and 
preventing  rust  of  gun-locks,  etc.,  and  for  gen- 
eral use. 

The  Worcester  Compound  Co.,  manufact- 
urers of  the  widely  popular  insect  powder  for 
dogs,  have  recently  opened  a  Western  branch 
in  the  Ceylon  Building,  Wabash  avenue,  Chi- 
cago. 

Amateur  photographers  will  be  glad  to  know 
that  a  table  has  been  prepared  giving,  with 
mathematical  exactness,  the  time  of  exposure 
under  all  conditions  of  light  and  weather  It 
has  been  put  in  the  form  of  a  little  book  of  con- 
venient pocket  size,  bearing  the  title  "  Gilson 
Photographic  Exposure  Table,"  and  is  pub- 
lished by  the  Carter  Ink  Co.,  of  Boston.  Its  use 
puts  an  end  to  that  bugaboo  of  photography, 
under  or  over  exposure. 

The  Martin  Automatic  Reel,  manufactured 
by  the  Martin  Novelty  Works,  of  Ilion,  N.  Y., 
has  been  severely  tested  this  season  at  all  sorts 
of  fishing,  and  right  nobly  has  it  met  every  re- 
quirement Prompt,  smooth  in  action,  easily 
manipulated  and  always  reliable,  this  reel 
adds  to  the  pleasure  of  angling  and  saves  many 
a  fine  fish.  In  addition  to  general  efficiency,  if 
has  beauty  of  design  and  material  of  sterling 
quality  to  recommend  it  to  those  who  wisely 
prefer  a  good  thing  and  a  good-looking  thing 
combined. 


The  well-known  "Baker  Gun,"  manufactured 
by  the  Baker  Gun  and  Forging  Company,  of  Ba- 
tavia,  N.  Y.,  is  a  hard  shooting,  reliable  arm, 
with  a  balance  and  finish  which  appeal  to  ex- 
perienced sportsmen.  At  the  recent  Illinois 
State  Tournament,  held  at  Peoria,  111.,  the 
Board  of  Trade  Diamond  Badge  was  won  by 
W.  R.  Crosby,  who  shot  a  "  Baker."  Thirty- 
five  men  tied  at  lo  straight,  Crosby  winning 
with  the  big  score  of  88  straight  in  the  shoot-off . 

Golfers  will  consult  their  own  interests  by 
securing  illustrated  catalogues  of  the  Bridge- 
port Gun  Implement  Company,  of  Bridgeport, 
Conn.  The  golf  goods  handled  by  this  firm  are 
intended  for  players  who  know  the  value  of 
scientifically  constructed  and  durable  wares.  A 
full  line  of  John  D.  Dunn's  celebrated  one- 
piece  drivers  and  brasseys,  wooden  and  iron 
clubs  of  the  best  patterns,  and  caddy  bags, 
balls,  etc.,  always  on  hand. 

The  wise  angler  will  see  that  his  outfit  in- 
cludes a  few  of  the  "  trolling  worms"  handled 
by  the  Only  Manufacturing  Company,  of  In- 
dianapolis, Ind.  The  best  feature  about  these 
"worms"  is  that  they  will  catch  fish  where 
other  lures  fail.  A  14^  -  pound  pickerel,  41 
inches  long,  taken  at  Eagle  Lake,  Mich.,  is 
among  the  recent  victims  of  the  winsome  worm. 

The  latest  "little  business  book"  of  the 
Union  Metallic  Cartridge  Company  is  exceed- 
ingly acceptable.  In  these  stirring  times  this 
company  fills  a  position  of  stern  need  to  the 
Government,  but  this  complete  catalogue  is  far 
from  being  exclusively  a  description  of  muni- 
tions of  war.  U.  M.  C.  loaded  and  paper  shells, 
which  have  increased  so  rapidly  in  popular 
favor,  occupy  an  important  place.  Cartridges 
of  every  kind  are  so  classified  that  each  variety 
can  readily  be  found.  Among  the  new  goods 
are  grease-proof  and  smokeless  card  wads,  of  im- 
proved material,  for  use  over  nitro  powders,  and 
smokeless-powder  cartridges  in  a  large  variety 
of  calibres  and  styles.  This  exhaustive  little 
book  will  be  mailed  to  any  address  upon  ap- 
plication to  the  New  York  office  of  the  com- 
pany, 313  Broadway. 

Colonel  Courtney,  using  a  Remington  gun, 
made  the  clean  score  on  the  record-breaking 
team  for  the  Dean  Richmond  trophy  (valued  at 
$1,500)  at  the  Rochester  tournament.  The 
total  score  was  :  Courtney,  20  ;  McMurchy,  19  ; 
Mosher,  19.  All  three  used  U.  M.  C.  shells.  A 
score  like  this  demonstrates  the  growing  pro- 
ficiency of  trap  shooters,  which  may  radically 
alter  existing  rules  and  conditions.  It  also  is  a 
convincing  proof  of  the  excellency  of  present 
guns  and  loaded  shells.  The  Remington  Com- 
pany may  well  advertise  that  their  guns  make 
winners,  and  stand  by  the  winners. 

Reliability  stamps  all  the  goods  made  by 
the  well-established  and  reputable  house  of 
Schoverling,  Daly  &  Gales,  of  325  Broadway, 
N.  Y  ,  and  when  to  this  is  added  a  reasonable- 
ness in  price  only  to  be  secured  by  a  large 
plant  and  experienced  hands,  it  stands  to 
reason  that  its  golf  goods  are  a  desirable  in- 
vestment. 


OUTING  ADVERTISEMENTS. 


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Overstocked ! 
Must  Reduce. 

30?^  Discount 

During  August 


ON 


Finest  Mounted  Rugs, 
Game  Heads  and  Horns, 
Dressed  Animal  Skins, 

Rare  opportunity  to  decorate  your 
cottage  or  den. 

LATEST  FAD— Everything  Moth-Proof. 

Wm.  W.  Hart  &  Co., 

No.  47  EAST  12TH  STREET, 

NEW  YORK. 
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Of  easy  access  from  New  York  and  Brooklyn 
by  the  Reliable  and  Frequent  Train  Service 
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NEW   YORK'S  ONLY   SEASHORE. 
Swept  by  Cool  Breezes  from  Ocean  and  Sound. 

unsurpassed  for  SUMMER     RESORTS. 

Long  Island  Railroad. 


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to  H.  M.  Sffliilj,  Traffic  Maaager  L.  I.  R.  R.,  Long  Island  City,  New  York. 


''Its  all  in  the  Lens^^ 

No  CAMERA  produces  satisfactory  results 
unless  it  is  equipped  with   a  good  lens. 
Our  lenses  have  a  world-wide  reputation. 

Ours  is  the  only  house  in  the  United   States 
making  all  the  parts  that  go  into  a  camera. 

We   especially   recommend  our  outfits  con- 
taining the  Turner-Reich  Lens. 

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When  corresponding  with  advertisers  kindly  mention  OUTING. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


THE  snow  on  Pike's  Peak,  to  one  in  the 
swelter  of  August  heat  in  most  of  the 
country,  seems  like  a  mountain  Tan- 
talus, inviting  only  that  it  may  dis- 
appoint. But  it  is  so  only  in  seeming.  In 
fact,  the  cool  heights  of  the  Rockies  are 
but  forty-eight  hours  away  from  New  York, 
and  but  a  day's  ride  over  the  Santa  Fe 
removed  from  Chicago.  The  journey  to 
them,  environed  by  every  convenience  of 
modern  travel,  is  in  itself  a  pleasure,  and  when 
it  ends  at  Colorado  Springs  or  Denver  and  the 
mountain  breezes  kiss  one  in  greeting,  while 
the  glories  of  the  mountain  2.ig-zag  the  horizon, 
the  tide  of  joy  is  sure  to  mount  high.  Here 
at  last  is  respite  from  heat,  refreshment  after 
the  stress  of  toil.  The  places  to  be  visited  and 
the  scenery  to  be  enjoyed  are  described  and 
illusti^ated  admu-ably  in  "A  Colorado  Sum- 
mer," a  book  just  issued  by  the  passenger  de- 
partment of  the  Santa  Fe  route,  Chicago.  It 
is  not  only  a  guide,  pointing  the  way  to  many  a 
place  where  nature  has  flung  grandeur  on  top 
of  grandeur  till  the  ver}?  clouds  are  pierced, 
but  it  is  also  a  most  entertaining  book  of  travel 
— a  Baedeker  and  a  Bayard  Taylor  combined. 

Visitors,  and  they  are  many,  who  are  prepar- 
ing to  leave  for  Catskill  Mountains  and  Saratoga 
by  trains  on  the  West  Shore,  should  remember 
that  its  summer  drawing  room  car  lines  be- 
tween New  York  and  Catskill  Mountains  and 
Saratoga  are  now  running. 

The  Rip  Van  Winkle  Flyer  leaves  New  York 
at  lO  A.  M 

The  Saratoga  Express  leaves  New  York  at 
11:35  A.  M. 

The  Mountain  Express  leaves  New  York  at 
3:45  p.  M. 

The  Saturday  half-holiday  special  leaves 
New  York  at  1:15  p.  m.  This  train  reaches  all 
Catskill  Mountain  points  in  time  for  dinner 
Saturday  afternoon.  The  Saratoga  Limited 
drawing-room  cars  leave  New  York  3:45  p.  m. 

Similar  trains  will  run  southbound  from 
Saratoga  and  Lake  George.  New  schedules  of 
the  West  Shore  train  service  issued  by  that 
company,  advertising  summer  trains,  can  be 
had  on  application  to  ticket-agents. 

The  Michigan  Central  is  the  gateway  to  all 
the  popular  summer  resorts  and  the  endless 
hunting  and  fishing  resorts  of  Northern  Mich- 
igan. They  are  thick  as  autumn  leaves  in 
Vallombrosa  along  all  the  route  of  the  farmous 
North  Shore  Limited.  Send  for  illustrated 
folders  to  Mr.  O.  W.  Ruggles,  G.  P.  A.,  Chi- 
cago, 111. 

Fishing  and  shooting  in  the  land  of  Evan- 
geline is  too  often  overlooked  in  the  contem- 
plation of  its  scenic  Deauty  and  legendary  fas- 
cination. Yet,  sportsmen,  be  not  forgetful  of 
your  rod  and  gun.  When  in  the  district  of  the 
Dominion  Atlantic  Railway  Line  you  are 
amidst  abundance  of  fish  and  game.  Send  to 
J.  F.  Masters,  N.  Eng.  Sup.,  228  Washington 
street,  Boston,  for  "The  Land  of  Evangeline 
and  the  Gateways  Thither." 


The  Golden  Age  of  Champagne  has  arrived 
in  the  wme  of  that  brand,  manufactured  by  the 
New  Hammondsport  Wine  Company.  If  you 
doubt  this,  the  company  will  deliver  at  any 
point  in  the  United  States  east  of  the  Rocky 
Mountains  having  an  express  office,  one  assort- 
ed case  containing  twelve  bottles,  as  follows  : 
One  pint  each  of  Golden  Age,  Beef,  Iron  a,nd 
Wine,  and  Cognac  Process  Brandy,  and  nine 
quart  bottles  of  assorted  Still  Wines,  making 
one  dozen  varieties,  on  receipt  of  address  ac- 
companied with  $6.00.     This  is  a  temptation  ' 

"  The  Green  Mountain  Route"  is  a  fortune 
in  a  name,  but  the  fortune  is  shared  by  its 
patrons-.  There  is  a  glamour  in  the  name  and 
a  charm  in  the  scenery,  and  perfect  air  midst 
the  green  hills  of  Vermont.  The  Bennington 
and  Rutland  Railway  have  the  key  to  reser- 
voirs of  health  and  pleasure  unsurpassable. 

Nowhere  is  the  tapte  of  a  cigar  put  to  so 
keen  a  test  as  in  camp,  afield  or  afloat.  Dis- 
ciples of  Outing  require  the  best  of  the  best, 
and  the  cigars  of  J.  Alvarez  &  Co.,  of  Allen- 
town,  Pa.,  fill  the  bill.  Send  for  their  booklet, 
"  Fragment  Fumes." 

The  Yarmouth  Steamship  Company's  publi- 
citions  are  always  marked  with  artistic  taste 
and  perfection,  and  as  guides  they  occupy  a 
high  position.  Send  ten  cents  for  "  Beautiful 
Nova  Scotia "  to  H.  F.  Hammond,  43  Lewis 
Wharf,  Boston,  and  you  will  of  a  surety  never 
be  satisfied  until  you  have  realized  the  dreams 
of  beauty  its  many  delightful  regions  possess. 

Whether  your  choice  is  the  seaside  or  the 
Lakes,  the  Far  West,  the  East  or  the  North,  or 
your  mark  is  game  or  fish,  or  nature's  gems 
and  idleness,  you  will  find  them  all  on  the 
peerless  New  York  Central  and  Hudson  River 
Railroad.  It  leads  from  and  to  everywhere 
with  comfort,  speed  and  punctuality.  What 
more  can  be  said  of  that  leader  of  enterprise  ? 

The  Omaha  Exposition,  notwithstanding  the 
stress  of  war,  is  claiming  wide  attention  as  a 
triumph  of  peace.  To  those  who  had  not  kept 
pace  with  the  mighty  development  of  the  trans- 
Mississippi  States  it  is  proving  nothing  short  of 
a  revelation.  A  member  of  Outing's  staff  who 
recently  visited  the  Exposition  found  a  surpris- 
ingly complete  representation  of  the  resources 
and  industries  of  the  West,  together  with  many 
most  attractive  exhibits  from  al'  over  the  coun- 
try and  from  abroad.  To  feel  ne  thrill,  as  the 
visitor  does,  of  the  abounding  activities  of  what 
but  a  generation  ago  was  a  wilderness,  gives 
an  unwonted  glow  to  one's  pride  of  country. 
It  is  an  exhilaration  and  a  pleasure  worth  travel- 
ing far  to  enjoy.  And  one  really  doesn't  have 
to  travel  far  from  any  State,  for  Omaha  is  in 
the  center  of  the  Union.  A  night's  ride  from 
Chicago  on  one  of  the  flying  express  trains  of  the 
Northwestern  Railroad,  and  one  is  there,  hav- 
ing been  a  hostage  of  modern  comfort  on  the 
trip.  When  one  has  made  it  and  seen  the  Ex- 
position he  will  join  the  thousands  who  have 
already  been  to  Omaha  in  directing  others  to 
an  outing  that  gives  both  pleasure  and  profit. 


O  UTING  A  D  VER  TISEMENTS. 


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THE 

'^LAND   OF   EVANGELINE'' 

NOVA  SCOTIA 

THE  VACATION  LAND 
OF  AMERICA. 

Full  of  delightful  historical  romance  and 
unsurpassed  scenery.  Reached  by  the  Dominion 
Atlantic  Railway  Steamship  Line  i^palatial^ 
twin-screw,  nineteen-knot  steamers  under  the 
British  flag)  from  Boston  to  Yarmouth,  N.  S., 
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"  The  Salmon,"  by  the  Hon.  A.  E.  Gathorne- 
Hardy,  with  a  chapter  on  its  cookery,  by  Alex- 
ander Innes  Shand. 

This  volume  of  the  Fur,  Feather  and  Fin 
Series  would  have  added  something  of  value 
even  to  the  2,707  volumes  on  the  subject  col- 
lected  by  the  late  Alfred  Denison,  and  that  is 
praise  sufficient  to  justify  its  publication  for 
the  benefit  of  those  more  modest  fishermen 
whose  desires  are  limited  to  a  practical  book, 
easily  carried  in  the  pocket.  How  to  catch  and 
how  to  cook  the  wary  salmon  has  interested 
generations  of  anglers  and  good  trenchermen 
many  centuries,  and  will  for  centuries  more. 
The  joint  authors  of  this  volume  have  added 
more  than  their  mite  to  the  general  fund  of 
knowledge,  and  in  a  pleasant  form,  too,  as  be- 
comes all  followers  of  the  discursive  and 
babble-loving  Walton. 

[Longmans,  Green  &  Co.,  N.  Y.j 

"Through  the  Greens  and  the  Golfer's 
Year  Book  for  1898,"  compiled  by  Prosper  L. 
Senat. 

This  is  the  Philadelphia  section  of  a  Golfer's 
Year  Book  intended  ultimately  to  cover  the 
golf  organizations  of  the  entire  country.  It 
contains  field  maps  and  official  data  of  the  Golf 
Association  of  Philadelphia,  the  Philadelphia 
Cricket  and  Country  Clubs,  the  Merion  Cricket 
Club,  the  Belmont  Golf  Association,  the  Hun- 
tingdon Valley  Country  Club,  the  Devon  and 
Belfield  Clubs  and  the  Country  Club  of  Atlan- 
tic City.  The  other  sections  will  contain  the 
clubs  of  New  York,  northern  New  Jersey,  Bos 
ton  and  the  Northeast,  Chicago  and  the  West, 
Baltimore  and  the  South.  When  the  series  is 
complete,  it  will  be  a  valuable  record  of  con- 
temporary sport. 

[The  Golfer's  Year  Book  Co.,  Philadel- 
phia, Pa.] 

"  Nests  and  Eggs  of  North  American 
Birds,"  by  Olive  Davie.  Fifth  edition,  re- 
vised, augmented  and  illustrated. 

The  text  of  the  present  edition  consists  of 
the  characteristic  habits  of  North  American 
birds,  with  particular  reference  to  their  nesting 
habits  and  eggs.  Manv  of  these  will  be  found 
to  be  almost  complete  life  histories  of  the  spe- 
cies. No  attempt  has  been  made  to  describe 
the  birds.  For  an  analytical  description  of 
these  the  reader  is  referred  to  such  works  as 
"  Key  to  North  American  Birds,"  by  Dr.  Elliott 
Coues.  or  "  Manual  of  North  American  Birds," 
by  Robert  Ridgway.  A  large  number  of  active 
field  ornithologists  and  oologists  have  placed 
at  the  author's  disposal  their  notes,  containing 
original  observations  in  the  field  on  the  nesting 
and  eggs  of  various  birds,  many  of  these  being 


the  latest  discoveries.  Others  have  furnished 
descriptions  of  nests  and  eggs  from  specimens 
in  their  private  collections,  which,  in  many 
cases,  were  otherwise  scarcely  obtainable,  thus 
bringing  the  work  down  to  date  as  nearly  as 
possible.  The  illustrations  are  introduced  sim- 
ply to  give  the  beginner  an  idea  of  the  charac- 
teristic forms,  etc.,  of  the  birds,  together,  often, 
with  their  environments.  The  fact  that  a  fifth 
edition  of  Mr.  Davie's  well-known  work  has 
been  called  for,  is  testimony  enough  to  its 
merit.  [The  Landon  Press,  Columbus.] 

"  Exiled  for  Lese  Majeste,"  by  James  T. 
Whittaker. 

This  little  book,  the  author  says,  was  com- 
posed or  compiled  (for  nearly  all  the  incidents 
in  it  are  real)  in  fulfillment  of  an  agreement 
made  by  various  members  of  his  family  to 
v/rite  a  story  and  read  it  during  the  Christmas 
vacation.  It  is  published  for  preservation  at 
their  request ;  nevertheless,  the  public  will  wel- 
come it  as  a  series  of  glimpses  of  Russian  life 
worthy  of  a  wider  circulation  than  originally 
intended. 

[Press  of  Curts  &  Jennings,  Cinn.] 

"  Dorothy  Draycott's  To-morrows,"  by 
Virginia  F.  Townsend,  an  author  who  always 
introduces  us  to  characters  that  we  like  to  as- 
sociate with.  She  does  not  seem  to  expend 
much  energy  in  giving  us  psychological  anal- 
yses, but  manages  to  call  out  our  hearts  to 
them.  She  throws  upon  our  senses  the  charm 
of  youth  and  beauty  without  diminishing  our 
reverence  for  the  soul  within  it,  or  permitting 
us  to  forget  that  it  is  a  blossom  of  Divine 
Thought.  Her  plots  are  always  ingenious  and 
full  of  interest,  and  incidents  and  situations 
follow  swiftly  in  her  stories. 

[Lee  &  Shepard,  Boston,  Mass.] 

"  Guarding  the  Border  ;  or,  The  Boys  of 
the  Great  Lakes,"  by  Everett  T.  Tomlinson, 
is  an  accurate  historical  account  of  the  causes 
leading  up  to  and  the  events  transpiring  dur- 
ing the  war  of  1812.  Dr.  Tomlinson  was  for 
years  principal  of  Rutgers  Academy,  and  he  is 
quite  conversant  with  the  character  of  litera- 
ture that  is  most  desir.ed  by  the  youth,  and  he 
is  also  a  judge  of  the  manner  of  presentation 
that  will  best  hold  the  attention  of  his  readers. 

Books  received  : 

"A  Pretty  Bandit,"  by  Frank  Bailey 
Millard.  [The  Erskdale  Press,  N.  Y.] 

"Under  the  Cuban  Flag,"  by  Fred  A. 
Ober  [Estes  &  Lauriat,  Boston.] 

"  Lost  Lineage,"  by  Carrie  Goldsmith  Childs. 
[Mayflower  Pub.  Co.,  N.  Y.] 


Her  skirt  to  her  ankles  reached, 
Her  vest  was  trimmed  with  braid  ; 

Close  to  her  waist  her  jacket  clung — 
She  was  a  tailor-maid. 

— Harvard  Lampoon. 

Rain  falls  alike  upon  the  just 

And  on  the  unjust  too. 
Thus  runs  the  rhyme  of  ancient  time — 

Alas  !  it  is  too  true. 
For  when  the  rain  comes  flooding  down, 

Enough  to  drown  a  fellow, 
Gen'rally  the  unjust  has 

The  just  man's  umbrella 

— Princeton  Tiger. 

There  was  a  man  in  our  town 

Who  w^asn't  overwise  ; 
He  started  into  business, 

But  didn't  advertise. 
Of  course  there  is  a  moral 

Connected  with  this  tale 
He  runs  an  advertisement  now — 

It's  headed  "  Sheriff's  sale." 

— Chicago  News. 

He  paid  her  lovely  compliments 
That  filled  her  heart  with  thrills. 

He's  sorr)'  for  his  rashness  now. 
For  now  he  pays  her  bills. 

— Philadelphia  Record. 

She's  going  to  the  seashore  for  the  summer, 
To  spend  the  season  by  the  breakers  blue  ; 

And  if  3'ou  think  of  hearts  and  of  engagements. 
She  should  be  counted  as  a  breaker  too. 

, — Philadelphia  Bulleiiti. 

Biggs  :  George  Washington  never  bought  a 
bicycle  at  an  auction. 

JiGGS  :  How  do  you  know? 

Biggs  :  Because  he  never  told  a  lie. — Bicy- 
clingi  World. 


She  :  I  wonder  how  many  persons  they  can 
get  in  these  street- cars? 

He  :  Oh  !  I  suppose  that  you  might  say  one 
for  every  two  feet. — Harvard  Lampoon. 

The  Government  now  purposes  to  collect  one 
cent  on  every  seat  or  berth  occupied  in  a  parlor- 
car  or  sleeper.  But  if  revenue  is  the  only  ob- 
ject, why  not  go  for  the  fellow  who  has  the 
money,  and  tax  the  porter  1— Chicago  Times- 
Herald. 

"  I  TOLD  my  wife  I  had  to  stay  down  town 
late  to  get  a  balance."  "What  did  she  say?" 
"She  said  I  seemed  to  have  lost  it  before  I 
got  home."— Pittsburg  Chronicle-Telegraph. 

"  I  SUPPOSE  the  boys  will  be  glad  to  cross  to 
Cuba?''  "Glad?  They'll  be  in  transports."— 
Cleveland  Plain  Dealer. 

The  present  is  merely  that  pan  of  the  future 
which  hasn't  turned  out  as  expected. —  West 

Union  {Iowa)  Gazette. 

By  beginning  to  nag  a  boy  at  eight  in  the 
morning,  he  can  be  induced  to  begin  a  piece  of 
work  by  the  time  he  should  be  getting  ready 
for  bed  at  night. — Atchison  Globe. 

"  I  AM  afraid  this  growing  craze  for  golf  is 
going  to  have  a  marked  influence  upon  our 
future  politics,"  observed  the  deep  thinker, 
after  thinking  thoughtfully  for  some  moments. 
"  When  a  man  has  won  about  five  hundred  sil- 
ver cups  in  the  course  of  a  year  it  is  apt  to 
make  him  an  advocate  of  free  coinage." — Har- 
per's Bazar. 

It  is  said  the  voice  of  a  woman  is  audible  in 
a  balloon  at  the  height  of  about  two  miles. 
Enpeck  says  some  women  don't  have  to  be  up 
in  a  balloon  to  be  heard  that  distance. — Norris- 
tow?t  Herald 

To  borrow  is  human,  to  pay  your  debts 
divine. — Adams  Freeman. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


AMERICAN  ingenuity  has  taken  hold  of 
the  manufacture  of  golf-club  heads 
with  the  usual  characteristic  bold- 
ness and  success,  and  the  drop-forge 
club  heads  of  J.  H.  Williams  &  Co., 
of  Brooklyn,  are  asserting  themselves  both  at 
home  and  abroad.  Drop  forging  forbids  any- 
thing but  good  metal,  ensures  absolute  uni- 
formity in  pattern  and  truth  in  striking  surface, 
besides  enabling  the  player  to  utilize  an  old 
shaft  by  changing  it  from  one  head  to  another. 
Every  head  is  guaranteed. 

Since  its  introduction  the  Savage  .303  rifle 
has  advanced  in  popular  favor  in  a  manner 
which  speaks  volumes  for  its  merit  as  a  sporting 
arm.  Light,  accurate,  and  in  every  way  relia- 
ble, it  has  proved  to  be  equally  serviceable  in 
the  Adirondacks  or  the  Rockies,  and  the  de- 
mand for  it  is  steadily  increasing.  Write  for 
catalogue  to  the  Savage  Arms  Co.,  Utica,  N.  Y. 

The  Mechanical  Fabric  Co.,  of  Providence, 
R.  I.,  are  meeting  an  urgent  and  universal 
w^ant.with  their  air  mattresses,  cushions,  rings, 
etc.  For  yachtsmen  they  are  always  dry  ;  no 
mustiness  ;  can  be  deflated  and  rolled  into 
small  compass.  A  perfect  life  preserver  in  case 
of  accident.  Mattresses  and  cushions  made  to 
fit  any  irregular  shapes  of  bunks  or  cockpits. 
For  invalids  they  are  the  most  comfortable, 
luxurious  bed,  support  the  body  uniformly, 
preventing  and  curing  bedsores.  For  campers 
they  are  suitable  in  any  camp,  hunting  or  fish- 
ing. They  weigh,  when  rolled  up  and  strapped, 
only  10  pounds.  For  the  household  they  are  the 
most  comfortable  and  satisfactory  mattresses 
made,  and  do  not  absorb  the  perspiration  or 
impurities  of  the  body.  The  company  also 
manufacture  sofa  cushions,  piazza  and  chair 
cushions,  hassocks,  and  a  large  variety  of 
special  work.     Send  for  catalogue. 

With  the  advent  of  the  shooting  season 
arises  the  question  of  ammunition,  and  the  wise 
sportsman  will  use  nothing  but  the  best.  In 
the  field  or  at  the  trap  the  shells  of  the  United 
States  Cartridge  Co.  have  never  failed  to  give 
satisfaction.  This  company  has  just  issued  a 
superbly-illustrated  book  of  300  pages  on  Amer- 
ican game,  which  may  be  obtained  from  dealers 
at  a  nominal  price  or  by  applying  to  the  com- 
pany, at  Lowell,  Mass. 

Bean's  New  Departure  Sportsman's  Trunk 
will  please  everyone.  It  is  a  strong  and  com- 
pact receptacle,  with  a  place  for  everything,  in 
which  may  be  shipped  the  finest  outfit  without 
fear  of  damage.  It  is  a  perfect  wall  trunk,  as 
the  cover  when  open  stands  only  seven  inches 
above  the  trunk  body,  and  it  can  be  opened 
without  moving  the  trunk  from  the  wall  or  dis- 
turbing any  clothing  which  may  be  hanging 
above.  This  trunk  laughs  at  the  baggage 
smasher,  for  no  matter  in  what  position  it 
may  fall  a  series  of  special  irons  receive  the  jar. 
It  is  manufactured  by  the  New  Departure 
Trunk  Mfg.  Co.,  73  Haverhill  street,  Boston, 
Mass. 


Expert  trap-shots  and  sportsmen  who  take 
their  sport  afield  purely  for  pleasure  have  now 
well  learned  the  lesson  that  it  is  not  necessary 
to  send  to  any  country  in  Europe  to  obtain  a 
first-class  gun.  It  is  quite  true  that  the  foreign 
article  of  high  grade  is  as  perfect  as  skill  and 
money  can  make  it,  but  it  is  equally  true  that 
first-class  American  guns  are  as  reliable  and  as. 
beautiful  in  balance  and  finish  as  the  finest, 
guns  in  the  world.  Take,  for  instancev  the 
perfected  "Parker;"  read  the  scores  of  our 
great  matches,  and  note  its  astonishing  record. 
It  is  the  peer  of  the  best  at  traps  or  in  the  field,, 
and  its  honest  merit  is  what  has  made  sports^ 
men  call  it  the  "  Old  Reliable." 

Among  the  best  of  the  hard-shooting,  me- 
dium-priced hammerless  guns  is  the  "  Lefever,"' 
manufactured  by  the  Lefever  Arms  Co.,  of 
Syracuse,  N.  Y.  This  gun  is  built  on  honor,, 
and  for  long  and  hard  service  in  the  field  or  at 
the  traps,  and  those  who  have  used  it  are  more 
than  satisfied.  The  firm  manufactures  high- 
priced  guns,  equal  to  anj'^thing  produced  in  this 
country,  and  the  name  "  Lefever  "  is  a  guaran- 
tee of  all-around  excellence. 

The  Martin  Automatic  Reel,  manufactured: 
by  the  Martin  Novelty  Works,  of  Ilion,  N.  Y., 
has  been  severely  tested  this  season  at  all  sorts, 
of  fishing,  and  right  nobly  has  it  met  every  re- 
quirement. Prompt,  smooth  in  action,  easily- 
manipulated  and  always  reliable,  this  reel  adds- 
to  the  pleasure  of  angling  and  saves  many  a. 
fine  fish.  In  addition  to  general  efficiency,  it 
has  beaut}^  of  design  and  material  of  sterling- 
quality  to  recommend  it  to  those  who  wisely- 
prefer  a  good  thing  and  a  good-looking  thing: 
combined. 

The  Worcester  Compound  Co.  have  had  so- 
many  calls  for  their  humane  and  perfectly  safe 
vermin-destroying  powder  from  the  West  that 
they  have  opened  an  office  and  supply  depot  at 
209  Ceylon  Buildings,  Chicago,  to  meet  the  de- 
mand. 

The  name  "Winchester"  upon  an  article- 
means  that  you  have  something  which  may  be 
depended  upon,  be  it  rifle,  gun  or  ammunition^ 
The  Winchester  Repeating  Arms  Co. ,  of  New 
Haven,  Conn.,  manufacture  repeating  and 
single-shot  rifles  in  all  calibres  from  .22  to  .50  ;. 
repeating  shotguns  ;  metallic  cartridges  ;  loaded 
and  empty  shells,  and  shotgun  ammunition. 
Send  for  illustrated  catalogue. 

The  well-known  firm,  the  John  P.  Lovell" 
Arms  Co.,  has  just  taken  possession  of  itj 
handsome  new  building,  163-165  Washington 
street,  Boston,  Mass  ,  where  customers  will' 
find  a  carefully-selected  stock  of  firearms,  bi- 
cycles and  sporting  goods  of  the  very  highest 
quality.  Fair  treatment  to  all  is  the  motto  of 
this  old  established  firm,  and  goods  sold  consti- 
tute its  best  advertisement.  As  in  the  past,, 
prompt  and  courteous  attention  will  be  paid  to> 
every  patron,  and  every  article  sold  will  prove 
to  be  actually  as  represented. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


THE  Omaha  Exposition  is  of  prime  mo- 
ment to  the  whole  continent,  and  of  a 
significance  that  should  attract  visitors 
from  the  remotest  corners  of  the  States. 
The  splendid  Conrt  of  Honor  is  a  de- 
lightful picture  from  fairyland.  Buildings 
as  beautiful  as  the  palaces  of  the  Doges  of 
Venice  form  its  white  and  glistening  sides.  In 
them  are  gathered  innumerable  evidences  of 
the  wealth  and  culture  of  the  mighty  Trans- 
Mississippi  States,  which  were  but  a  few  years 
ago  the  roving  ground  of  the  Indian  and  the 
buffalo.  Marvelous,  indeed,  is  the  contrast  be- 
tween past  and  present.  The  mighty  progress 
that  has  intervened  is  epitomized  in  this  Omaha 
Exposition.  It  represents  everj'  industry  and 
interest  of  the  West  at  tne  highest  point  of  at- 
tainment. Every  one  who  can  visit  it  will  be 
more  than  repaid.  The  trip  is  not  a  long  one, 
as  Omaha  is  but  a  few  hours  from  Chicago  by 
the  fast  trains  of  the  Chicago,  Milwaukee  and 
St.  Paul  Railroad.  As  the  Exposition  is  to  con- 
tinue until  October,  there  are  yet  several  weeks 
in  which  to  see  it. 

There  is  much  comment  going  on  by  the 
traveling  public  all  over  the  country  in  con- 
nection with  the  excellent  service  rendered  by 
the  Continental  Limited,  running  from  Boston 
and  New  York  to  Chicago  and  St.  Louis  via 
the  Fitchburg,  West  Shore,  and  Wabash  Rail- 
roads. Several  remarkable  runs  have  been 
made  by  these  trains.  The  train  via  the  West 
Shore  Railroad  leaves  New  York  daily  at  i  p.  m. 
and  arrives  at  Chicago  2:40  p.  M.  next  day,  and 
at  St.  Louis  6:20  p.  M.  The  service  on  these 
trains  is  first-class  in  every  particular. 

If  you  would  leave  the  old  paths  and  blaze 
a  new  trail  this  year,  send  six  cents  to  the 
General  Passenger  Agent  of  the  Northern 
Pacific  Railroad  for"  Wonderland  in  "98."  The 
Golden  Cation  in  the  Yellowstone  Park  is  but 
one  of  the  manifold  natural  wonders  to  be 
found  en  route. 

Missouri,  Arkansas  and  Texas  contain  some 
of  the  best  spirting  fields  in  this  country.  Their 
grand  natural  advantages  in  the  way  of  scenery 
and  healthful  air,  are  supplemented  by  well- 
stocked  waters  and  covers  abounding  in  game. 
The  "  Frisco  Line  "  traverses  the  cream  of  this 
southwestern  country,  and  its  patrons  will  find 
ample  accommodations  wherever  the  rod  and 
gun  may  be  used  to  the  greatest  advantage.  A 
profusely  illustrated  book,  entitled  "  Feathers 
and  Fins  on  the  Frisco,"  will  be  mailed  free  if 
application  be  made  to  B.  L.  Winchell,  G.  P.  A., 
Frisco  Line,  St.  Louis,  Mo 

By  the  popular  Erie  Railroad  the  sportsman 
is  enabled  to  comfortably  reach  some  of  the  best 
fishing  and  shooting  districts  of  northern  New 
York  and  Pennsylvania.  The  best  of  the  early 
autumn  fishing  will  soon  be  here,  and  the 
claims  of  Greenwood  Lake  should  not  be  over- 
looked. This  fine  water,  within  ninety  minutes 
■of  New  York,  has  been  so  thoroughly  restocked 
with  black  bass,  pickerel  and  wall-eyed  pike 
that  visitors  will  find  the  sport  fully  up  to  the 
former  high  standard  which  made  the  lake 
famous.  It  is  well  worth  a  trial.  Other  waters, 
and  the  famous  scenic  attractions  of  the  Erie 
are  described  in  the  book  "  Fishing  on  the  Pic- 
turesque Erie."  Copies  may  be  obtained  free 
by  applying  to  the  passenger  department  of 
the  road. 


A.  Linn  Murray,  of  Grand  Rapids,  Mich., 
has  given  many  years  to  the  special  study  of 
interior  decorations  and  furniture  with  the  re- 
sult that  he  has  become  an  acknowledged  au- 
thority. He  has  just  issued  an  exceedingl}' 
valuable  booklet  on  "Inside  Modern  Homes" 
with  designs,  to  be  followed  by  still  others  on 
libraries  and -halls,  parlors,  living  rooms,  and 
bedrooms.  Pending  their  publication  he  cor- 
dially invites  personal  letters  describing  the 
dimensions,  etc. ,  of  any  room  desired  to  be 
fitted,  and  he  will  offer  suggestions  free. 

A  great  many  people  take  their  vacation  as 
late  in  the  summer  as  possible,  and  in  conse- 
quence the  business  of  transportation  com- 
panies during  August  and  September  shows  a 
large  increase.  In  no  direction  is  this  more 
noticeable  than  in  the  business  of  the  Yarmouth 
Line,  running  from  Lewis  Wharf,  Boston,  to 
Nova  Scotia.  This  line,  by  a  large  number  of 
Americans  who  have  become  yearly  patrons,  is 
considered  the  Favorite  Tourist  Route  to  the 
Maritime  Provinces. 

H.  F.  Hammond,  Agent,  Lewis  Wharf,  Bos- 
ton, will  gladly  send  descriptive  literature  on 
application. 

Too  many  sportsmen  fail  to  realize  what  im- 
portant advantages  lie  in  the  possession  of  a 
good  field-glass  Perhaps  this  is  mainly  due  to 
the  fact  that  the  glass,  as  usually  made,  is  too 
bulky  and  heavy  for  easy  carrying  and  too 
weak  for  the  satisfactory  performance  of  its 
work.  A  compact,  light,  yet  powerful  glass 
should  have  a  place  in  every  sporting  outfit. 
In  yachting  it  is  indispensable.  In  shore-bird 
shooting  it  enables  one  to  command  miles  of 
beach  and  saves  many  laborious  and  useless 
tramps  when  birds  are  scarce.  In  wild-fowl 
shooting  it  may  play  the  same  useful  part, 
while  in  big  game  hunting  in  rough  or  mount- 
ainous country  it  is  an  invaluable  ally.  There 
is  no  use  going  where  game  is  not,  and  the  glass 
will  tell  if  the  game  be  there.  The  new  im- 
proved Bausch  &  Lomb-Zeiss  Field  Glass  is 
simplj'  perfection  for  the  sportsman's  use,  as  it 
is  extremely  powerful,  weighs  but  a  trifle  and 
is  so  compact  that  it  is  never  troublesome.  We 
have  no  hesitation  in  saying  that  if  once  added 
to  the  outfit  it  will  nev^er  be  left  behind. 

The  seasons  in  their  courses  bring  their  spe- 
cific problems  to  all  those  who  take  their  pleas- 
ure and  insure  their  health  out  of  doors.  At 
one  time  it  is  the  dry  chappiness  of  the  early 
biting  winds  of  spring  ;  at  another  it  is  the 
need  of  the  perfect  freedom  of  the  pores  to  ful- 
fill their  function  as  the  ventilators  of  nature 
surcharged  with  heat,  and  to  be  the  soothing 
influence  of  a  perfect  restorative  from  the  irri- 
tation of  the  too  powerful  rays  of  the  sun. 
Many  specifics  are  largely  advertised  to  effect 
this  much-to-be-desired  result.  There  is  but 
one,  ever  present  and  ever  perfect,  and  that  is 
Pears'  Soap.  Provided  with  this  by  mountain 
streams  or  Neptune's  wide  expanse,  in  the 
camp,  on  the  yacht,  in  the  woods  or  on  the 
golf  links,  you  have  at  command  a  specific  ever 
read}'  and  sa7is  rep7-oche.  It  has  stood  the 
test  of  a  century  and  still  maintains  its  un- 
rivaled position  as  the  premier  and  peerless 
necessity  of  the  toilet.  Outing's  hosts  afield 
and  afloat  bear  steady  testimony  to  its  efficacy 
and  unrivaled  reliability. 


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T  rnK  White  Horse  Tavern,"  at 
Wallack's,  is  like  the  bracing  air  of 
the  Alps  in  which  its  scenes  are 
laid,  bright,  pure  and  invigorat- 
ing. After  so  many  plays  dealing 
in  a  doubtful  manner  with  more  or  less  doubt- 
ful subjects,  and  some  of  them  unpleasant,  if 
not  offensive,  it  is  a  delight  to  find  oneself  in- 
terested in  the  loves  and  lives  of  the  simple, 
honest,  everyday  people  who  gather  at  the 
hostelry.  It  is  a  production  that  offers  an  even- 
ing of  comfort  and  complete  enjoyment.  The 
setting  of  the  scenes  is  admirable,  as  is  also  the 
acting  You  can  joy  with  the  buxom  hostess 
Josepha  and  laugh  with  a  whole-soul  laugh  at 
Giesecke  and  Liedler  and  Sutro,  or  sympathize 
with  poor  little  Clm'a,  and  every  emotion  raised 
by  this  delightful  play  will  be  pleasant,  whole- 
some and  refreshing. 


At  the  Empire  the  stock  company  are  pre- 
senting the  light  comedy,  "  Lord  and  Lady 
Algy,"  which  came  with  the  commendation  of 
a  long  metropolitan  run  across  the  water.  It  is 
light  comedy  of  the  sort  that  has  so  long  and 
pleasantly  held  the  boards  of  the  Criterion  in 
London.  Its  name-givers  belong  to  an  exceed- 
ingly fast  set  who  live  beyond  their  means  and 
have  separated  on  friendly  terms  before  the 
action  of  the  play  begins.  Brabazojt  Tredway 
and  Lo7'd  Algy's  elder  brother,  the  Marquis  of 
Qu a rrndy,  are  the  crux  of_^the  piece,  for  A/gj/ 
lends  his  bachelor  apartments  to  his  brother, 
who  introduces  to  them  the  parvenu  Brabasoft. 
There  A  Igy's  father  discovers  her,  and  so  does 
Lady  Algy  and  Brabazon's  husband.  The 
consequences  fall  on  the  innocent  head  of  Lord 
Algy,  of  course.  In  the  end  the  whole  business 
is  straightened  out  as  it  should  be,  but  there  is 
the  liveliest  kind  of  a  time  in  untying  the 
knots. 


would  lose  in  thoroughness  it  would  gain  in 
dramatic  force.  It  is  needless  to  add  that  with 
the  principal  parts  taken  by  the  accomplished 
author  and  his  wife  the  piece  is  excellently  pre- 
sented, and  no  lover  of  pure  drama  should  miss 
seeing    "The  Rev.  Griffith  Davenport." 


The  third  of  Charles  Frohman's  melodramas 
at  the  Academy  of  Music  is  a  departure  from 
his  custom  of  presenting  one  of  the  season's 
great  London  successes,  as  was  the  case  in 
"  The  Sporting  Duchess  "  and  "  White  Heath- 
er." It  is  a  revival,  true,  but  a  revival  of  an 
old  New  York  favorite  of  some  fifteen  years 
back,  set  amidst  such' well-known  New  York 
scenes  as  the  City  Hall,  Printing  House  Square 
and  the  Pennsylvania  R.  R.  Station,  New  Jer- 
sey. The  story  revolves  on  the  temptations 
and  crimes  of  Martha  West,  and  the  arrest 
and  trial  of  the  innocent  hero,  on  his  return 
from  the  war,  for  a  murder  which  Martha  ulti-- 
mately  confesses  to.  To  add  realism  to  the 
scenic  splendors  and  to  the  home-coming  of  the 
regiment,  the  management  have  secured  the 
attendance  on  the  stage  of  a  large  part  of  the 
Astor  Battery.  The  setting  is  gorgeous  and 
realistic,  and  "Her  Atonement"  contains  all 
the  dramatic  incidents  upon  which  melodrama 
relies  for  its  justification  and  patronage. 


Weber  &  Fields  have  scored  more  than  their 
usual  triumph,  and  that  is  saying  a  great  deal, 
in  their  burlesque  of  "Catherine."  The  bur- 
lesque, in  fact,  may  really  be  said  to  be  better 
than  the  original,  and  certainly  where  mirth 
only  is  looked  for  it  succeeds.  Whosoever 
enjoys  a  good  hearty  laugh  over  real  travesty 
is  sure  of  it  in  plenty  over  Weber  &  Fields' 
"  Catherine." 


James  A.  Herne  holds  the  boards  of  the  Her- 
ald Square  with  his  latest  product,"  The  Rev- 
erend Griffith  Davenport,"  and  if  literary  ability 
and  the  playwright's  skill  insure  success,  then 
"  The  Rev.  Griffith  Davenport  "  would  become 
a  picture  as  ever-recurring  as  the  perennial 
"  Rip  Van  Winkle."  The  object  of  the  author 
has  been  to  depict  the  vivid  characteristics 
of  Virginia  life  in  the  early  sixties.  This 
he  has  done  with  a  power  and  subtlety  that 
come  from  a  thorough  knowledge  of  the  period 
and  a  keen  sympathy  with  the  struggles  and 
currents  of  thought  that  lay  deep  in  the  causes 
that  led  to  the  uprising  for,  and  the  subsequent 
emancipation  of,  the  slaves.  For  popular  rea- 
sons and  for  stage  presentation  the  dialogue 
might  with  advantage  be  revised  and  some  of 
the     characters    eliminated.     What    the    play 


"Brown's  in  Town"  is  the  clever  title  of  J. 
J.  Rosenthal's  latest  farce,  at  the  Bijou.  Al- 
though the  theme  is  not  new,  the  author  has 
treated  it  with  so  much  cleverness,  innocence, 
and  seriousness  as  to  make  it  funny.  The 
action  is  rapid,  and  the  incidents  plausible. 
The  complications  are  not  brought  about  in  the 
old-fashioned  way,  by  the  characters  igno- 
rantly  mistaking  one  person  for  the  other,  but 
intentionally,  though  hastily,  by  the  characters 
themselves.  Brown  visits  a  small  village  ten 
miles  from  the  city  to  enjoy  his  honeymoon 
with  his  young  and  pretty  wife,  whom  he  has 
secretly  married.  -A  host  of  relatives  and 
friends  happen  to  visit  the  same  place.  Their 
coihing  and  going,  and  the  fact  that  Browti 
tries  to  keep  his  marriage  a  secret,  make  the 
story  of  the  play. 


"Over  the  Alps  on  a  Bicycle,"  by  Mrs. 
Pennell.     Illustrated  by  Joseph  Pennell. 

Mrs.  Pennell  dedicates  her  book  to  the  Alpine 
Club,  "  to  whom,"  she  says,  "  I  would  like  to 
point  out  that  there  is  another  and  more  delight- 
ful method  of  climbing. "'  Mrs.  Pennell  actually 
pushed,  pedaled,  and  coasted  over  nuie  Alpine 
passes  in  less  than  a  week,  including  the  Tete 
Noire,  the  Simplon,  the  San  Bernardino,  and 
the  St.  Gotthard.  Any  one  can  do  it,  Mrs. 
Pennell  thinks,  who  is  wise  enough  not  to  be 
run  away  with  downhill  and  not  to  court  weari- 
ness by  riding  up  steep  ascents.  In  five  weeks 
of  Alpine  riding  Mrs.  Pennell  met  no  English 
C5'^clists,  but  she  saw  many  American  wheel- 
men. The  book  closes  with  a  number  of  valu- 
able suggestions  as  to  routes,  etc.  It  is  worth 
remembering  that  there  are  two  approaches  to 
every  pass,  an  easy  one  and  a  hard  one  ;  one  is 
the  better  to  ride  up,  and  the  other  to  coast 
down,  and  Mrs.  Pennell  has  found  out  the 
right  way  to  go  at  all  of  them. 

[The  Century  Co.,  N.  Y.] 

"  Hitting  and  Missing  with  the  Shotgun," 
by  S.  T.  Hammond,  author  of  the  "  Hammond 
System  of  Shooting." 

Mr.  Hammond  enjoys  among  his  field  com- 
panions the  repute  of  being  an  unusually  good 
shot,  and  one  who  is  particularly  successful  in 
that  most  difficult  branch  of  upland  shooting, 
the  pursuit  of  the  ruffed  grouse,  or  partridge. 
He  is  entitled  therefore  to  write  down  for  others 
an  exposition  of  the  methods  by  which  his  skill 
was  acquired.  The  result  is  this  original  man- 
ual of  "  Hitting  vs.  Missing,"  explaining  the 
expedients  and  devices  adopted  and  the  forms 
of  practice  followed  in  the  Hammond  system  of 
shooting  ;  they  are  set  forth  simply  and  in- 
telligiblv. 

[Forest  and  Stream  Pub.  Co.,  N.  Y.j 

"How  TO  Build  a  Skipjack,"  by  Charles  G. 
Davis.     Illustrated. 

Mr.  Davis  is  favorably  known  to  yachtsmen 
as  a  charming  writer  and  a  skilful  naval  archi- 
tect. He  can  design  a  craft,  build  her,  sail  her, 
and  when  all  this  is  done,  can  describe  her  do- 
ings most  entertainingly.  '■  How  To  Build  a 
Skipjack  "  iS  practical.  The  descriptions  are 
clear,  the  designs  graphic,  and  the  work  of 
building  a  "  skip"  may  easily  be  accomplished 
by  one  who  follows  the  directions  so  admirably 
set  forth  by  Mr.  Davis.  The  craft  designed 
has  excellent  qualities,  and  about  a  hundred 
have  already  been  built  to  the  plans  shown  in 
the  book 

[The  Rudder  Publishing  Co.,  N.  Y.] 


"  By  Way  of  Cape  Horn — Four  Months  in 
A  Yankee  Clipper,"  by  Paul  Eve  Stevenson, 
author  of  "  A  Deep  Sea  Voyage." 

That  "  By  Way  of  Cape  Horn  "  is  not  the 
record  of  so  pleasant  a  voyage  as  "  A  Deep 
Sea  Voyage "  is  no  fault  of  the  author.  It 
arises  mainly  from  the  difference  in  the  officers 
with  whom  his  lot  was  cast.  Indeed,  that  he 
has  sacrificed  effect  to  truth  is  to  his  credit. 
It  is  a  book  which  deserves  to,  and  should,  be 
more  widely  read  than  its  more  enchanting 
preceder  ;  for  it  is  only  by  the  discrimination 
of  the  facts  related  from  such  a  source  that  a 
public  opinion  will  be  found  strong  enough  to 
insure  the  passing  and  enforcement  of  the 
laws  necessary  for  the  protection  of  the  sailors 
of  our  mercantile  marine.  It  is  given  to  few 
pens  to  be  able  to  maintain  unflaggingly  the 
reader's  interest  from  the  start  to  the  finish  of 
a  four-months'  voyage.  Mr.  Stevenson  has  ac- 
complished this  twice. 

[J.  B.  LippiNCOTT  Co.,  Philadelphia.] 

"  Phil-o-Rum's  Canoe"  and  "Madeleine 
Vercheres  ;"  poems  by  Dr.  W.  H.  Drummond. 

A  small,  exquisitely  illustrated  volume  from 
the  gifted  pen  of  Dr.  William  Henry  Drummond, 
author  of  "  The  Habitant."  In  this  work,  Dr. 
Drummond  tells  us  about  "  Phil-o-Rum's  Ca- 
noe," and  •'  Madeleine  Vercheres,"  and  needless 
to  say,  the  stories  are  told  with  all  the  quaint 
vigor  and  truthful  dialect  which  characterized 
the  author's  great  success,  "The  Habitant." 
In  this  work,  artist  and  publisher  have  done 
full  justice  to  the  writer,  and  the  result  of 
their  combined  efforts  is  a  thing  of  beauty,  well 
worthy  of  a  place  in  the  finest  library  in  the 
land. 
[G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons,  New  York  and  London.] 

"The  Butterfly  Book,"  by  W.  J.  Holland, 
Chancellor  of  the  Western  University  of  Penn- 
sylvania. 

Dr.  Holland  is  the  authority  on  American 
butterflies.  He  has  written  this  volume  with 
the  aim  of  popularizing  their  study,  telling  of 
their  life  and  habits  and  pointing  out  to  the 
amateur  how  they  may  be  identified  and  col- 
lected. The  forty-eight  colored  plates  show 
hundreds  of  specimens,  photographed  directly 
from  the  butterflies  themselves,  and  presenting 
to  a  marvelous  degree,  the  exact  tones  and 
shades  of  the  fascinating  originals.  The  chap- 
ter on  the  capture,  preparation,  and  preserva- 
tion of  specimens  is  especially  valuable  to  be- 
ginners ;  and  what  boy  has  not,  at  some  time  or 
other,  begun  a  collection  ? 

[Doubledav  &  McClure  Co.,  N.  Y.] 


Books  noticed  here  may  be  o^de-red  through  the  office  of  OUTING. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


WHAT'S  the  use  of  making  flower  beds, 
and  weeding  and  watering,  if  your 
seeds  fail  to  come  up,  or  come  up  poor 
and  spindling  and  never  bloom  ?  It 
is  the  "know  how"  that  is  neces- 
sary, together  with  reliable  seeds,  that  will 
cause  your  garden  spot  to  bloom  perennially 
and  prove  a  constant  source  of  health  and 
pleasure.  You  must  begin,  of  course,  with 
your  soil— Its  quality  and  preparation — and 
then  the  seeds  best  adapted  to  your  climate. 
Miss  C.  H  Lippincott,  319  South  Sixth  street, 
Minneapolis,  Minn.,  is  the  pioneer  seedswoman 
of  America  Her  catalogue  is.  published,  de 
voted  exclusively  to  flower  seeds,  from  which 
you  can  select  a  choice  collection  for  your  gar- 
den at  very  reasonable  prices,  if  you  will  write 
and  ask  for  it.  If  it  does  not  contain  all  you 
want  to  know,  you  can  write  to  her  and  she 
will  be  very  glad  to  give  you  further  informa- 
tion. She  grows  her  own  seeds,  and  they  are 
reliable 

That  the  Gas  Engine  and  Power  Co  ,  of 
Morris  Heights,  N.  Y,,  should  have  3,000  of 
their  small  power  pleasureand  naphtha  launches 
in  operation  is  high  testimony  to  their  world- 
wide appreciation.  They  are  safe,  speedy  and 
simple.  Send  for  illustrated  catalogue  of  steam 
and  naphtha  yachts  and  launches.  The  same 
firm  construct  steam  and  sail  yachts,  -steel  and 
wood  vessels,  marine  engines  and  water-tube 
boilers. 

The  old-established  and  conservative  firm 
of  A.  G.  Spalding  &  Bros,  have  inaugurated 
a  new  method  of  merchandising  ;  and  manu- 
facturers, jobbers,  and  retail  dealers,  all  of 
whom  have  been  sorely  perplexed  in  determin- 
ing upon  a  plan  or  policy  of  conducting  their 
business  on  account  of  the  new  conditions  of 
merchandising  that  have  arisen  in  the  past  few 
years,  will  be  interested  in  that  new  policy  ■ 
distribution  of  their  goods  direct  to  the  con 
sumer  through  the  medium  of  the  retail  dealer. 
This  firm  boldly  announce  that  in  future  they 
will  not  avail  themselves  of  the  jobbers'  facili- 
ties in  distributing  their  goods  as  they  have 
been  doing  in  the  past,  but  will  go  direct  to  the 
retail  dealer  ;  and  by  doing  away  with  all  job- 
bers' or  middlemen's  profits,  commissions  to 
sales  agents,  etc.,  and  all  complications  attend- 
ing this  mode  of  distribution,  will  be  enabled 
to  better  maintain  the  quality  of  their  goods 
and  furnish  the  consumer  and  retail  dealer  at 
lower  prices  than  it  is  possible  to  do  under  the 
old  system.  It  is  the  belief  of  the  Spaldings 
that  this  plan  will  meet  with  the  hearty  co 
operation  and  approval  of  the  retail  dealer, 
who,  they  claim,  will  be  able  to  secure  a  reason- 
able and  sure  profit  on  this  line  of  goods,  to 
which  he  is  justly  entitled,  as  none  of  Spald- 
ings trade-marked  goods  will  be  sold  to  any 
dealer  that  cuts  the  established  retail  prices. 

The  firm's  new  catalogue,  with  reduced  re- 
tail prices  and  special  trade  discounts,  has  been 
issued,  and  it  will  be  sent  to  all  legitimate  re- 
tail dealers  on  request. 


The  Twentieth  Century  Headlight  revolu- 
tionized the  character  of  the  bicycle  lamp. 
Thenceforth  sperm-oil  was  dethroned,  and  now 
wherever, the  world  over, the  wheel  is  seen, there 
flashes  on  it  the  Kerosene  Headlight  of  the 
Twentieth  Century.  The  same  company,  hav- 
ing for  two  years  experimented  with  acetylene, 
are  now  offering  the  Twentieth  Century  Gas 
Headlight. 

Grass  seeds  and  good  seed  selected  by  ex- 
perts who  know  what  is  required  to  make  a  put- 
ting green  perfection,  the  links  a  delight  to  the 
eye  and  a  joy  to  the  golfer,  can  be  obtained  of 
Peter  Henderson  &  Co.,  of  New  York.  The 
firm  has  had  its  representative  study  the  Scotch 
links  and  apply  his  acquired  knowledge  to  its 
grass  seeds.     Catalogue  free. 

It  is  not  claimed  that  ' '  The  Daimler  Motor  " 
is  the  cheapest,  but  that  it  is  one  of  the  best  on 
the  world's  market  for  yachts  and  launches. 
Its  testimonials  go  far  to  justify  such  a  claim. 

The  handsomest  catalogue  received  to  date  is 
that  of  the  Andrew  B.  Hendry  Co.,  which  man- 
ufactures the  justly  celebrated  "  Hendry"  reels. 
While  our  readers  have  long  since  learned  to 
appreciate  the  smooth-running  lightness  and 
other  desirable  qualities  of  the  reels,  they  may 
not  know  that  the  firm  also  manufactures  the 
very  best  of  bird  and  animal  cages,  chains,  and 
other  standard  metal  goods. 

The  Empire  Marine  Motor  is  a  new  motive 
power  machine  for  pleasure  boats.  It  is  a  gas- 
olene motor  of  the  "four-cycle"  type,  but  it 
differs  materially  from  other  appliances  made 
for  the  same  purpose.  Absolute  safety  is 
secured  by  a  clever  automatic  device,  which 
renders  a  premature  explosion  impossible. 
The  motor  is  started  by  simply  opening  a 
small  valve  and  giving  a  turn  or  two  of  the 
fly-wheel  by  hand.  The  mechanical  construc- 
tion of  the  machine  is  the  acme  of  simplicity, 
and  its  compactness  may  be  best  understood 
when  it  is  stated  that  the  six  horse-power 
motor  is  only  twenty-six  inches  in  height  and 
about  twenty-two  inches  square.  The  motor 
always  starts  promptly  and  runs  smoothly,  re- 
quiring absolutely  no  attention.  The  air  sup- 
ply is  positive,  without  any  attempt  at  regula- 
tion. As  the  exhaust  is  under  water,  there  is 
none  of  the  disagreeable  odor  sometimes  noticed 
in  using  other  motors.  In  fact,  there  is  no 
smell  whatever,  No  batteries  are  used  in 
running  the  machine,  though  the  ignition  is 
electric.  To  generate  the  spark,,  a  magneto, 
or  small  dynamo,  is  employed,  of  a  durable  and 
effective  type  ;  and  users  are  thus  relieved  of 
the  nuisance  of  recharging  batteries  Other 
points  of  excellence  are  the  facts  that  no  mov- 
ing parts  are  exposed,  there  is  no  heat,  fire  or 
smoke,  and  no  necessity  of  government  in- 
spection. Users  of  this  type  of  motor  say  they 
consider  it  safe,  simple,  economic,  compact 
and  in  all  respects  satisfactory.  Send  for  a 
free  catalogue  to  C.  C.  Riotte  Co..  1955  Park 
avenue,  New  York. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORTS. 


WINTER  cruises  not  long  enough  to  be 
tedious  and  landing  you  at  will,  and  if 
you  wish  in  the  Bermudas,  or  in  suc- 
cession at  Porto  Rico,  St.  Thomas, 
St.  Croix,  St.  Kitts,  Martinique,  St. 
Lucia,  Barbados  and  Demerara,  can  be  enjoyed 
in  the  widest  sense  of  that  word  by  the  New 
York  and  Bermuda  Royal  Mail,  "  The  Quebec 
Line."  The  steamers  sail  every  ten  days  from 
New  York,  and  the  West  Indian  round  trip  is 
most  attractive. 

Florida  and  Cuba,  via  Pennsylvania,  South- 
ern Railway,  F.,  C.  &  P.  and  F.  E.  C.  The 
only  route  operating  through  Pullman  sleeping- 
car  service,  New  York  to  Ormond,  Rockledge, 
Palm  Beach  and  Miami.  Connection  for  Ha- 
vana, Key  West  and  Nassau.  Route  of  the 
"New  York  and  Florida  Limited,"  one  of  the 
finest  trains  in  the  world,  operated  solid  be- 
tween N.  Y.  and  St.  Augustine,  composed  ex- 
clu.sively  of  dining,  library  and  observation, 
compartment  and  drawing-room  sleeping-cars. 
Two  other  fast  trains,  4:20  p.  m.  and  12:05  a.  m. 
For  detail  information,  apply  to  J.  L.  Adams, 
G.  E.  A.,  F.,  C.  &  P.  R.  R.,  353  Broadway, 
New  York,  or  A.  S.  Thweatt,  E.  P.  A  ,  South- 
ern Railway,  271  Broadway,  New  York. 

The  islands  of  the  Spanish  main  thrown 
open  by  the  enterprise  of  our  naval  and  mili- 
tary forces,  and  made  memorable  by  their 
deeds,  can  be  reached  in  comfort  by  the  superb 
fleet  of  the  N.  Y.  and  Cuba  Mail  S.  S.  Co., 
"  The  Ward  Line."  They  sail  regularly  be- 
tween New  York  and  Havana,  Santiago,  Cien- 
fuegos,  Guantanamo  and  Manzanillo,  with 
connections  at  Vera  Cruz  with  the  Mexican 
R.  R.  system. 

Southbound  sportsmen  should  avail  them- 
selves of  the  Clyde  Line  steamers,  which  sail 
direct  for  Charleston,  S.  C  and  Jacksonville, 
Fla.  The  excellent  accommodations  of  these 
palaces  afloat  make  a  delightful  opening  to  a 
huntsman's  revel  in  Southern  fields  and  sport. 
Dogs  are  carried  free,  and  every  arrangement 
possible  for  comfort  and  punctuality  is  made. 

Bermuda,  more  charming  than  ever,  is  at- 
tracting from  far  and  wide  her  colony  of  tour- 
ists anxious  to  avoid  the  rigors  of  that  most 
trying  of  periods,  the  lingering  months  of  win- 
ter and  the  treacherous  transition  period.  In 
the  halls  and  gardens  of  the  justly  popular 
"  Princess."  of  Hamilton,  midst  the  scenes  of 
the  luxurious  and  genial  tropics,  on  reading 
of  the  •  stress  of  the  continental  weather  it 
scarce  seems  a  credibility. 

There  is  a  season  for  all  things,  and  Montreal 
in  winter  has  attractions  all  its  own.  It  is  then 
one  of  the  most  charming  resorts,  where  the  cli- 
matic conditions  are  made  the  medium  of  deligrht, 
and  winter  is  turned  into  merry  time.  Snow- 
shoeing,  sleighing,  skating,  and  kindred  sports 
are  not,  as  further  south,  sporadic  and  often 
disappointing,  but  up  to  April  are  certain,  con- 
tinuous, and  delightful.  Go  by  the  New  York 
Central,  America's  greatest  railroad. 


The  Old  Dominion  Line  is  an  old  favorite 
to  the  South;  its  vessels  have  carried  countless 
thousands  in  comfort  and  safety,  and  its  pop- 
ularity waxes  with  age. 

To  cross  the  Atlantic  is  often  a  matter  of 
duty.  It  should  always  be  made  a  pleasure, 
and  is  on  the  ships  of  the  Hamburg-American 
Steamship  Company,  which  ply  with  the  regu- 
larity of  clock-work  and  the  perfect  comfort  of 
a  first-class  hotel  from  New  York  to  Europe. 

Mr.  L.  p.  Sweet,  sporting  goods  dealer,  of 
Norway,  Maine,  speaks  in  terms  of  extreme 
praise  of  the  shooting  qualities,  handiness,  and 
reliability  of  the  now  well-known  "Savage" 
rifle.  As  Mr.  Sweet  is  a  regularly  licensed 
guide  and  a  woodsman  and  hunter  of  long  ex- 
perience, his  words  carry  weight.  He  claims 
the  "  Savage,  303  "  to  be  the  best  weapon  for 
all-round  shooting  in  all  sorts  of  weather  that  he 
has  ever  used.  Intending  purchasers  may  easily 
profit  by  the  experience  of  a  veteran. 

The  Baxter  camping  outfit  is  one  of  the 
neatest  and  most  compact  ever  invented  for  the 
use  of  sportsmen,  miners,  and  those  who  camp 
out  purely  for  pleasure.  The  outfit  for  six  per- 
sons comprises  60  pieces,  and  packs  within  a 
stove  measuring  no  more  than  10x12x18 
inches.  It  is  easily  transported,  and  it  saves 
space,  fuel,  time  and  temper.  Consult  ad- 
vertisement in  this  issue. 

If  Nature  had  conspired  she  could  not  have 
designed  a  greater  benefit  than  Lakewood,N.  J. 

Ninety  minutes  from  the  stress  and  strain  of 
the  great  metropolis,  where  man's  capacity  is 
strained  to  the  utmost,  Lakewood  spreads  its 
charms.  It  is  healthful  with  the  breath  of  the 
pines,  invigorating,  yet  protected  by  nature  so 
effectually  that  it  is  a  veritable  semi-tropical 
belt  set  on  the  fringe  of  the  Northern  wiuter. 
Under  the  influence  of  its  breezes  and  in  the 
balm  of  its  woods  and  sands  the  golfer,  the 
huntsman,  the  man  of  society,  the  invalid,  or 
the  most  robust  can  find  exactly  the  recreation 
or  rest  most  desirable.  Nature  has  been  aided 
in  her  beneficent  mission  by  man's  enterprise, 
and  the  Lakewood  Hotel,  conducted  by  the 
well-known  lessee  of  the  Oriental  and  Manhat- 
tan Beach  Hotels,  is  warrant  of  the  personal 
comfort  to  be  found  within  its  hospitable  and 
merry  walls. 

Every  water  and  every  sporthasitsdistinctive 
craft.  The  American  Boat  Works,  of  St.  Louis, 
Mo. ,  have  long  been  distinguished  for  the  variety 
of  light-draft  boats  for  pleasure,  as  well  as  for 
duck  and  hunting,  and  for  rowing  and  sailing. 
In  one  sense  they  occupy  a  unique  position, 
in  that  they  will  build  the  frame  work  and  dif- 
ferent parts  of  a  boat  by  first-class  mechanics, 
and  leave  the  purchaser  to  set  up  and  plank  it. 
Their  catalogue  is  one  which  will  interest  and 
instruct  sportsmen,  yachtsmen  and  all  who  love 
the  water  ;  it  is  full  of  illustrations  and  valu- 
able information. 


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"  Keep  Your  Eye  on  the  Ball,"  a  short 
and  concise  treatise  on  Golf,  by  H.  R.  Sweny. 

There  are  many  useful  practical  hints  to  be- 
ginners in  this  little  treatise.  Tricks  that  the 
author  has  developed  to  aid  himself  in  his 
efforts  to  save  the  turf  that  the  greens  commit- 
tees endeavor  so  hard  to  perfect,  from  many  a 
"  swat,"  "  slash  "  and  thump,  are  told  and  il- 
lustrated by  pen  and  pencil.  Although  princi- 
pally for  beginners,  it  is  by  no  means  to  be  de- 
spised by  those  players  who  have  reached  the 
stage  of  a  set  of  clubs. 

[Tames  P.  Lyon,  Albany,  N.  Y.] 

"The  Indian  Club  Manual,  with  Pro- 
grammes." 

To  those  who  desire  to  combine  the  move- 
ments of  Indian  clubs  in  almost  endless  variety 
this  little  work  will  aid  with  many  suggestions. 
It  will  be  a  useful  handbook  for  instructor  and 
pupil  in  the  coming  winter,  when  the  gym- 
nasium is  once  again  the  field  of  active  opera- 
tions. To  the  wielder  of  the  club  for  daily 
exercise,  too,  it  will  be  helpful  to  vary  the  mo- 
tions and  thereby  call  different  series  of  mus- 
cles into  activity. 

[Fitch  Bros.,  Central  City,  Neb.] 

"  Rudder,  Rod  and  Gun,"  poems  of  Nature, 
by  Otto  Stechhan. 

Many  a  fisherman  and  sportsman  will  find 
echoes  of  days  long  past  and  pleasant  expecta- 
tions of  days  to  come  in  Mr.  Stechhan's  poems 
of  nature. 

[Carlon  &  Hollenback,  Indianapolis.] 

"With  Rod  and  Gun  in  New  England 
AND  the  Maritime  Provinces,"  by  Edward  A. 
Samuels. 

Had  Mr.  Samuels  confined  the  subject  of  his 
publication  to  his  own  adventures  midst  the 
woods  and  waters  of  the  great  north,  he  would 
have  conferred  an  obligation  upon  brother 
sportsmen  in  less  fortunate  areas,  who  can  only 
in  spirit  follow  the  trail  and  track  of  that  fa- 
vored region.  He  has  done  more,  and  gener- 
ously admitted  to  his  pages  contributions  from 
other  Nimrods  and  Waltons  of  equal  fame.  To 
merely  mention  the  list  of  contributors  is  to 
assure  the  book  a  warm  and  wide  welcome. 
Amongst  them  are  Charles  Hallock,  Frank  H. 
Risteen,  Archibald  Mitchell,  Dr.  James  A. 
Henshall,  J.  Parker  Whitney,  Warren  Hap- 
good,  Major  Fred  Mather,  Hon.  Hubert  Will- 
iams, Charles  J.  Maynard,  A.  N.  Cheney, 
Hon.  H.  O.  Stanley,  Hon.  John  W.  Titcomb, 
Frank  Balkes,  Esq.,  Benj.  C.  Clark,  Henry  H. 
Kimball  and  Arthur  W.  Robinson — a  galaxy 
of  author  sportsmen  whose  contributions  are 
always  welcome  and  doubly  so  when  accompa- 
nied by  copious  illustrations  and  portraits. 

[Samuels  &  Kimball,  Boston.] 


"  The  Life  and  Adventures  of  Nat  Foster, 
by  A.  L.  Byron-Curtiss. 

The  hero  of  the  work  is  an  old  hunter  and 
trapper  of  "  John  Brown's  Tract,"  who  died  in 
1840  after  a  wonderful  career  of  adventure, 
extending  from  his  boyhood  to  his  old  age.  He 
was  born  in  New  England,  where  he  lived  until 
he  was  fifteen,  during  the  later  half  of  which 
his  father  was  away,  fighting  for  the  freedom 
of  the  colonies.  His  adventures  there,  together 
with  a  short  sketch  of  the  elder's  adventures,  are 
given.  At  fifteen  his  father  returned  home 
and  the  family  emigrated  to  New  York,  when 
his  exploits  in  the  Adirondacks  begin.  They 
are  many  and  savor  constantly  of  danger  and 
daring.  The  author  is  a  young  Episcopal 
clergyman  given  to  spending  his  vacations  in 
the  Adirondacks,  hence  the  "  woody  "  character 
of  the  book  is  fully  up  to  expectations.  The 
author  does  not  claim  for  his  book  the  character 
of  a  novel,  but  the  biography  of  "Nat  Foster," 
whose  name  is  still  famous  in  the  woods.  He 
also  advances  strong  arguments  to  support  the 
idea  that  Foster  was  the  original  "  Natty 
Bumpho"  of  Cooper's  Leatherstocking  Tales. 
Altogether,  it  is  a  book  that  will  interest  both 
old  and  young,  both  those  who  visit  the 
woods  and  those  who  do  not. 

"Queer  Janet,"  by  Grace  Le  Baron,  bids 
fair  to  be  even  more  attractive  than  her  pre- 
ceding work.  It  is  a  case  of  cela  va  sajis 
dire  that  Grace  Le  Baron  loves  the  little  ones, 
and  her  pen  pictures  them  just  as  we  know 
them — just  as  they  are.  "  Queer  Janet"  is  cer- 
tainly an  ideal  character,  but  by  no  means  an 
unreal  one,  and  her  beautifully  unselfish  life  is 
the  rare  lesson  of  a  little  child  who  lives  up  to 
the  Golden  Rule.  "  Queer  Janet"  can  be  read 
by  boys  as  well  as  girls  with  equal  pleasure, 
and,  like  the  Hazelwood  Stories — by  the  same 
author — we  may  venture  to  say  that  older 
readers,  too,  can  derive  an  enjoyment  from  it 
not  always  found  in  juvenile  stories. 

[Lee  &  Shepard,  Boston,  Mass.] 

"  Hopkins'  Pond  and  Other  Sketches,"  by 
Robert  T.  Morris,  is  a  series  penned  in  spare 
moments  to  please  the  little  coterie  of  friends 
who  gathered  about  the  author's  open  fireplace 
in  long  winter  evenings.  They  are  pleasant 
reading  to  the  sportsman  and  angler  of  a  wider 
circle.  [G.  P.  Putnam's  Sons,  N.  Y.] 

The  second  annual  report  of  the  Commis- 
sioners of  Fisheries,  Game  and  Forests  of  the 
State  of  New  York  is  a  worthy  successor  to 
the  handsome  initial  volume.  A  series  of 
beautiful  colored  plates,  reproductions  of  many 
fine  photographs,  and  a  number  of  wash  draw- 
ings, embellish  a  valuable  work  of  reference  for 
all  interested  in  the  field  it  covers. 


Books  noticed  here  may  be  oraered  through  the  office  0/  OUTING. 


J. 


A   SCIENTIST  S    OPINION. 

Mr.  Bilkins  {looking  up  frojn  the  paper): 
The  eminent  physician,  Dr.  Greathead,  says 
there  is  no  exercise  so  conducive  to  health  in 
woman  as  ordinary  housework. 

Mrs.  Bilkins  :  Huh  !  I'll  bet  he's  married. 
— New  York  Weekly. 

A    HARD     TASK. 

If  you  want  to  be  appreciated,  die  or  pay 
your  debts. — Adams  Freeman. 

SAILING    UNDER   FALSE    COLORS. 

You  can't  tell  how  cheerfully  a  person  pays 
his  revenue  tax  by  the  size  of  the  flags  on  his 
stationery. —  Washmgton  Democrat. 

BETTER    LATE    THAN    NEVER. 

It  took  a  New  Jersey  man  eighty  years  before 
he  discovered  the  secret  of  prolonged  life. 
Then  he  died. — Norristown  Herald. 

The  character  that  is  positive  has  no  diffi- 
culty in  speaking  a  negative. — Ram's  Horn. 

A    RARE    CHANCE 

"  I  wish,"  said  the  soldier  in  the  trenches, 
"  some  military  genius  would  think  of  a  scheme 
to  allow  the  man  who  goes  to  the  front  to  leave 
his  appetite  in  the  rear." — Puck. 

HOPE   SPRINGS   ETERNAL 

"  They  say  a  carrier  pigeon  will  go  farther 
than  any  other  bird,"  said  the  boarder,  between 
bites. 

"  Well,  I  reckon  I'll  have  to  try  one,"  said 
the  landlady'-;  "I  notice  a  chicken  doesn't  go 
very  far." —  Yonkers  Statesman. 

DID    NOT    GROW. 

"  So  he  went  West  to  grow  up  with  the  coun- 
try, did  he?" 

"  Well,  he  thought  he  did  ;  but  it  proved  that 
he  went  West  and  went  iip  with  the  country  " 
— Puck. 

O,   WAD    SOME    POWER   THE    CIFTIE   GIE    US. 

When  a  man  asks  you  what  you  think  of  him, 
fool  him  and  give  him  your  honest  opinion. — 
Atchison  Globe. 


Some  people  eat  green  apples  and  then  sigh 
about  their  crosses. — Ram's  Horn. 

A    SOFT    answer. 

Barber  :  I've  got  a  preparation  that  will 
prevent  your  hair  from  falling  out. 

Customer  :  But  you  are  baldheaded  your- 
self. 

Barber  :  That's  very  true  ;  but  you  overlook 
the  fact,  sir,  that  a  baldheaded  man  is  never 
troubled  by  hair  falling  out. — Roxbury  Ga- 
zette. 

TWO  circles. 

"I  believes,"  said  Uncle  Eben,  "  dat  de 
human  race  would  be  consid'able  wiser  an'  hap- 
pier ef  you  could  git  'em  to  foller  an  ahgument 
as  easy  as  you  kin  git  'em  to  foller  a  circus  puh- 
cession  " —  Washington  Star. 

THE    STOVE    WENT    OUT. 

Mistress  :  Get  dinner  to-day  on  the  gasoline 
stove,  Bridget. 

Bridget  :  Plaze,  mum,  I  did  thry,  but  th' 
stove  wint  out. 

Mispress  :     Try  again,  then 

Bridget  :  Yis,  mum  ;  but  it's  not  come  back 
yit.  It  wint  out  t'rough  th'  roof.— A'^w  York 
Weekly. 

a  copyrighi'  argument. 

Literature  would  pay  better  if  there  were  not 
so  many  dead  men  still  in  the  business. — Life. 

with  good  cause. 

The  lazier  the  man.  the  more  he  complains 
of  hard  times. — Atchison  Globe. 


EX    POST    FACTO. 

Mrs.  Crossway  :  I'd  like  to  know  what  be- 
comes of  all  the  mean,  stingy  men. 

Mr.  Crossway  :     Why? 

Mrs.  Crossway  :  I  declare,  every  man  I 
read  about  that  dies  was  never  deaf  to  a  call 
for  charity  and  was  an  active  worker  in  about 
half  a  dozen  philanthropic  organizations.  — 
Roxbury  Gazette. 


OUR    THEATRICAL     PLAYGROUND. 


HILARITY  has  its  home  at  the  Madison 
Square  Theatre,  and  "  On  and  Off  "  can 
claim  comparison  with  any  of  its  side- 
splitting predecessors.  Indeed,  there 
is  more  plot  and  coherence,  with  no 
loss  of  vivacity,  in  "  On  and  Off  "  than  in  many 
of  the  successes  that  have  gone  before.  It  is 
from  the  French,  but  its  application  is  wider 
than  its  origin,  for  the  complications  and  per- 
turbations of  wandering  husbands  are  limited 
to  no  country  and  no  time.  Of  course,  as 
should  be,  it  all  ends  happily,  and  everybody 
is  reconciled  ;  but  there  are  bad  quarters  of  an 
hour  for  George  Godfrey,  who  continues  after 
his  marriage  the  gallantries  of  his  days  of  more 
freedom  and  less  responsibility.  To  obtain  the 
opportunities  for  playing  his  double  life  he  pre- 
tends he  has  become  a  conductor  of  a  sleeping 
car.  Unfortunately  for  him,  he  has  assumed 
the  name  of  a  real  live  conductor,  who  seeks 
out  the  wife  and  conducts  her  to  her  faithless 
spouse,  at  the  home  of  the  lady  of  his  attentions. 
To  describe  the  complications  rising  from  this 
situation  would  be  to  take  off  the  edge  of  the 
pleasure  of  attendance.  Suffice  it  that  the  play 
is  rattling  comedy,  most  excellent  fooling,  and 
entirely  well  played.  To  miss  "  On  and  Off" 
is  to  miss  one  of  the  most  legitimate  comedies 
of  the  season  and  the  heartiest  laugh  of  many 
a  year.  Mr.  Charles  Frohman  deserves  well  of 
the  theatre-going  public  for  staging  so  good 
a  play  and  introducing  a  company  so  excel- 
lent all  around.  More  of  such  combinations 
would  be  welcomed  by  a  public  long  suffering 
from  the  exaggerated  radiance  of  "stars"  not 
always  of  the  first  magnitude. 

The  English  translation  of  M.  Henri  Lave- 
dan's  comedy,  "  Catherine,"  at  the  Garrick  The- 
atre, was  one  of  the  notable  dramatic  events  of 
the  month.  It  is  not  often  that  there  is  gath- 
ered in  one  company  so  many  sterling  favorites 
as  are  comprised  in  the  following  cast : 

Duke  de  Coutras Frank  Worthing 

George  Mantel Joseph  Holland 

M.  Vallon W.  J.  Le  Moyne 

Baron  Frouard J.  G.  Saville 

M.  Lucas Robert  Hickman 

Frederic Francis  Sedgwick 

Paul Greita  Carr 

Duchesse  de  Coutras Sarah  Cowell  Le  Moyne 

Catherine  Vallon Annie  Russell 

Helene,  Viscountess  de  Grissolles Elsie  De  Wolfe 

Baroness  Frouard Dora  Goidth waite 

Madeleine  de  Coutras , Ethel  Barrymore 

Blanche  Vallon May  Buckley 

Jeanne Georgie  Mendura 

Louise Marion  Kirk 

Seldom  has  an  author  the  good  fortune  to 
be  so  well  presented.  Even  a  weak  play  would 
have  stood  a  fair  chance  of  popularity  by  such 
association.  But  "  Catherine  "  is  not  a  weak 
play.  On  the  contrary,  it  is  a  highly  idealized 
and  ingenious  comedy,  and  with  Annie  Russell 
in  the  title  role  of  the  poor  piano  teacher,  all 
ideality  and  sweetness,  the  author's  intentions 
received  the  highest  possible  interpretation. 
Indeed,  it  is  the  apparent  excess  of  devotion  to 
her  husband,  and  amiability  on  her  part,  after 
her  marriage  with  the  Duke  de  Coutras,  that 


makes  the  little  rift  within  the  lute  upon  which 
the  main  action  depends.  Elsie  De  Wolfe,  as 
Helene,  ViiC0U7itess  de  Grissolles,  is  the  arch- 
temptress  who  improves  the  occasion,  and 
whose  wiles  for  a  time  jeopardize  the  domestic 
harmon}'.  The  mother  of  the  hero  was  delight- 
fully depicted  by  Sarah  Cowell  Le  Moyne,  who 
divided  with  the  heroine  well-deserved  honors. 
Indeed,  it  is  hard,  if  not  harsh,  to  specialize 
where  all  rendered,  even  to  the  smallest  part, 
their  mite  to  a  general  excellence  seldom  at- 
tained. "  Catherine  "  may  be  marked  down  as 
another  of  the  Garrick  successes. 

The  dramatic  fashions  of  the  day  are  sure  to 
have  their  reflex  and  amusing  counterpart  at 
Weber  &  Fields',  the  emporium  of  merry- 
makers, to  whom  no  play  is  too  serious  to  be- 
come a  source  of  mirth.  "  Cyrano  de  Berge- 
rac"  and  "  The  Christian  "  are  both  sr  jcesses 
sure  to  attract  and  provoke  the  humor  masters 
who  wield  the  pen  that  satisfie-  and  amuses 
Weber  &  Fields'  never-ending  patrons.  To  be 
the  subject  of  their  good  tempered  satire  is  a 
mark  that  any  play  has  reached  success. 

Strong  situations,  violent  passions,  moving 
scenes,  pathos,  and  a  plenty  of  it,  are  the  in- 
gredients that  go  to  the  making  of  a  melo- 
drama after  the  taste  of  those  whose  dramatic 
shrine  is  the  old  favorite  Academy  of  Music. 
In  "  Sporting  Life  "  all  these  are  combined  in 
unstinted  measure,  and  represented  with  a 
force  that  adds  to  their  realization.  That 
"Sporting  Life"  meets  the  needs  of  many 
thousands  is  evidenced  by  its  prolonged  career. 
That  it  is  a  sterling  and  startling  melodrama 
of  the  old  familiar  type  of  the  Academy  is  its 
recommendation  and  its  strength. 

The  regular  season  of  the  Lyceum  stock 
company  on  the  22d  of  November  introduced  the 
first  of  a  series  of  new  plays,  a  comedy  in  four 
acts  by  A.  W.  Pinero,  entitled  "  Trelawney  of 
the  Wells."  The  company  for  the  season  of 
1898-99  will  include  Mary  Mannering,  Hilda 
Spong,  Mrs.  Walcot,  Mrs.  Whiffen,  Katharine 
Florence,  Elizabeth  Tyree,  Helma  Nelson, 
Ethel  Hornick,  Rachel  Ford,  Adelaide  Keim, 
and  Messrs.  Edward  Morgan,  Charles  Walcot, 
William  Courtleigh,  Felix  Morris,  George  C. 
Boniface,  Jos.  Wheelock,  Jr.,  Henry  Woodruff, 
John  Findlay,  C.  W.  Butler,  Grant  Stewart, 
Thomas  Whiffen,  E.  H.  Wilkinson  and  others. 
The  public  of  New  York  have  ever  a  warm 
welcome  for  the  regular  company  of  the 
Lyceum. 

Joseph  Jefferson's  season  at  the  Fifth  Ave- 
nue has  been  followed  by  a  striking  change  of 
bill.  From  "Rip  Van  Winkle"  and  "The 
Rivals  "  to  "  The  Runaway  Girl  "  is  a  leap  in- 
deed. Yet  both  find  favor,  or  "  The  Runaway 
Girl's  "  long  career  at  Daly's  would  not  have 
needed  the  welcome  asylum  of  its  neighbor  thea- 
tre, the  Fifth  Avenue.  In  its  new  home  the 
play  has  lost  none  of  its  sparkle,  and  it  seems 
as  if  the  season  would  be  old  before  the  "  Girl  " 
did  actually  run  away  from  Gotham. 


ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


How  Values  are  Established. — In  London, 
the  recognized  center  of  the  wholesale  cham- 
pagne trade,  the  prices  of  all  brands  are  regulat- 
ed solel}'  by  quality.  This  is  established  by  the 
leading  judges  and  connoisseurs  of  the  world. 
That  in  this  market,  under  such  conditions, 
Pommery  should  sell  higher  than  other  brands, 
tells  the  story  of  its  superiority.  While  the 
wholesale  price  is  higher  the  retail  price  is  the 
same  as  for  other  wines,  so  the  purchaser  of 
Pommery  gets  better  value  for  his  money. 

In  these  winter  months  plans  are  often  made 
for  the  outings  of  summer.  If  one  decides  to 
go  to  a  lake,  river  or  the  seacoast,  the  thought 
of  a  launch  is  pretty  sure  to  come,  in  which  one 
can  go  plowing  through  the  water  speedily  and 
safely.  A  launch  that  has  won  high  favor 
among  those  who  lay  stress  on  simplicity,  ease 
and  quickness  of  starting,  freedom  from  vibra- 
tion, quiet  running,  safety  and  economy,  is 
made  by  Murray  &  Tregurtha,  South  Boston, 
Mass.  They  have  recently  built  a  number  of 
boats  for  Southern  waters,  and  have  already 
booked  thousands  of  dollars'  worth  of  orders 
for  larmches  to  be  used  in  the  North  the  coming 
season.  The  gasoline  engine  with  which  these 
launches  are  equipped  is  a  model  of  mechan- 
ical simplicity  and  effectiveness. 

With  the  approach  of  winter  the  question  of 
shaving  soap  becomes  an  urgent  one.  The 
summer  enables  more  or  less  variety,  but  win- 
ter demands  a  profuse  and  rich  lather,  and 
Ivory  Soap  provides  it. 

The  typewriting  machine  has  conquered  the 
civilized  world  of  business  and  letters  ;  and  the 
Smith  Premier  by  its  simplicity,  durability,  and 
the  ease  with  which  its  u.se  can  be  acquired,  has 
forced  its  way  into  every  country  and  for  every 
purpose  to  which  it  can  be  put.  The  title 
"  Smith  Premier  "  has  become  a  passport  on  its 
merits. 

The  Keating  Bicycle  f on 899  is  on  the  market. 
It  is  the  embodiment  of  the  idealic  in  construc- 
tion and  of  beaut}'-  in  outline,  combined  with 
quality.  The  Keating  Company  are  also  build- 
ing pneumatic-tired  carriages  of  the  highest 
order  for  strength,  resilience  and  comfort. 

The  cup  that  cheers  but  not  inebriates  is 
the  cup  of  pleasure  and  safety  afloat  or  ashore. 
Walter  Baker  &  Co.'s  Cocoa  has  both  the 
virtues,  and  it  is  ever  ready,  and  that  too  is  a 
virtue. 

Silver  is  King  in  the  gift  season.  It  is  the 
metal  of  joy,  and  never,  since  Ephesus  was  the 
headquarters  of  the  silversmiths,  has  the  craft 
been  so  artistic.  A  holiday  gift  from  Spaul- 
ding  &  Co.  is  a  thing  of  beauty  and  a  joy  for- 


the  new  savage  rifle. 

The  many  friends  of  the  Savage  rifle  and  the 
sporting  public  generally  will  be  pleased  to 
learn  of  the  success  that  the  arm  is  meeting 
everywhere.  The  demand  for  the  rifle  has  far 
exceeded  the  production.     This  wonderful  de- 


mand for  a  practically  new  arm  has  resulted  in 
the  equipping  of  one  of  the  finest  plants  in  ex- 
istence with  the  most  advanced  type  of  machin- 
ery, especially  adapted  for  manufacturing  high- 
grade  modern  smokeless-powder  rifles. 

The  rifle  was  introduced  a  little  over  two 
years  ago,  and  from  the  first  it  has  met  with 
universal  commendation.  The  fame  of  the  arm 
has  penetrated  the  most  distant  countries  of 
the  globe,  orders  having  been  received  from 
out-of-the-way  towns  in  Siberia,  Java,  Finland, 
and  Japan. 

The  greatest  criticism  has  been  the  fear  that 
so  small  a  caliber  as  the  .303  would  not  answer 
for  moose,  grizzly  bear  and  big  game  gener- 
ally, but  this  has  been  disproved  by  experts 
who  have  used  or  seen  the  effect  of  the  small 
expanding  high-velocity  bullets  on  flesh  and 
bone. 

Arthur  W.  Savage,  the  inventor  of  the  Sav- 
age rifle,  was  the  first  sportsman  to  shoot  big 
game  with  modern  smokeless-powder  small  cali- 
ber cartridges.  Twenty  samples  were  secured 
of  the  first  smokeless-powder  cartridges  manu- 
factured by  the  French  Government, and  a  cham- 
ber in  a  special  rifle  was  made  to  take  them. 
This  was  in  1889.  At  that  time  he  proved  to 
his  own  satisfaction  that  the  new  departure  in 
calibers  was  satisfactory,  but  it  was  long  after- 
ward before  American  sportsmen  awoke  to 
the  knowledge  and  merits  of  small  caliber 
smokeless-powder  rifles.  To-day  experts  know 
all  about  the  merits  of  the  small  caliber,  and  pin 
faith  to  it. 

The  Savage  Arms  Company,  Utica,  N.  Y., 
has  utilized  the  skill  of  up-to-date  mechanics 
and  competent  business  men, with  the  resultant 
perfection  of  product  only  attainable  when  con- 
ditions are  right.  All  criticism  on  the  Savage 
rifle,  brought  to  the  notice  of  the  company  for 
the  past  two  years,  has  been  carefully  tabulated, 
and  the  result  of  this  is  the  improved  iSgg 
model.  The  general  plan  of  the  mechanism 
has  not  been  changed.  The  peep-hole  in  the 
breech-bolt  has  been  changed  to  an  outside  in- 
dicator that  projects  above  the  top  of  the  bolt 
when  the  mclosed  hammer  is  cocked,  but  is 
flush  with  the  top  of  the  breech-bolt  when  the 
arm  has  been  fired  or  the  inclosed  hammer  is 
down.  The  small  retractor  spring  has  been 
eliminated  entirely  from  the  gun,  and  a  new  re- 
tractor not  requiring  this  spring  substituted. 
The  sear  is  changed  somewhat  in  form  and  the 
lever  lock  has  a  larger  thumb-piece,  for  the  bet- 
ter convenience  of  a  gloved  hand.  The  amount 
of  metal  at  the  breech  of  the  barrel  has  been 
added  to,  while  the  very  finest  material  is  put 
into  every  part  of  the  gun.  The  metal  and 
wood  finish  of  the  new  arm  is  of  a  higher  grade 
than  that  of  the  old  model.  The  greatest  at- 
tention is  given  to  the  inspection  of  the  arm 
and  the  proof- testing,  so  that  every  rifle  that 
leaves  the  establishment  is  known  to  be  perfect 
and  sound.  Many  little  improvements  have 
been  added.  The  rifle  will  be  constructed  with 
a  newly  designed  steel  shotgun  butt-plate  and 
the  regular  metal  rifle  butt  -  plate,  both  of 
which  can  be  had  at  the  same  price. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


THE  Southern  Railway  have  organized  a 
new  short  line  to  Havana  by  the  new  di- 
rect steamship  line  between  Miami  and 
Havana  in  connection  with  the  United 
States  Fast  Mail  operated  by  that  route. 
The  same  company  are  runnmg  anew  Pullman 
service,  New  York  to  Augusta,  on  the  Wash- 
ington and  Southwestern  Limited,  leaving  New 
York  daily  at  4.20  p.  m.  Dining  cars  serve  din- 
ner and  breakfast  ;  and  winter  excursion  tick- 
ets will  be  sold  at  greatly  reduced  rates  for  the 
winter  resorts  of  the  South.  The  service  this 
year  for  reaching  the  winter  resorts  will  be  per- 
fect in  every  respect.  The  trains  operated  by 
this  system  are  most  luxuriously  furnished,  and 
include  dining,  sleeping  and  drawing-room  cars. 
For  full  particulars  regarding  the  rates  call  on 
or  address  Alex.  S.  Thweatt,  Eastern  passen- 
ger agent,  271  Broadway,  New  York. 

Niagara  is  the  one  natural  wonder  which  no 
pen  can  describe  and  to  which  every  traveler 
himself  must  perforce  go.  In  autumn  glory  or 
winter's  garb  it  is  alike  marvelous  and  fasci- 
nating. To  this,  the  world's  greatest  cataract, 
the  West  Shore  Railroad  runs  popular  ex- 
cursions at  intervals  during  the  year.  Watch 
for  their  announcements,  and  you  will  have  an 
opportunity  to  visit  the  Falls  and  return  at  the 
price  of  a  single  fare. 

To  tourists  and  sportsmen  lago's  advice  to 
"  put  money  in  your  purse,"  is  good  if  the 
purse  is  good.  It  is  especially  good  when  the 
purse  or  pocket-book  in  question  is  made  by 
the  Arms  Pocket-Book  Company,  of  Hartford, 
whose  goods  are  of  the  highest  quality.  They 
are  a  combination  of  the  best  leather  and  the 
best  skill. 

To  Indianapolis  and  Cincinnati.  —  Four 
trains  daily,  via  Monon  and  C,  H.  &  D.  Best 
line  ;  best  trains  ;  best  roadbed.  Modern  equip- 
ment. Luxurious  parlor  and  dining  cars  by 
day  ;  palace  sleeping  cars  by  night.  City  ticket 
office,  232  ClarkStreet.  Depot,  Dearborn  station, 
Chicago. 

To  the  home  of  the  winter  duck-shooting, 
famed  Currituck  Sound,  Chesapeake  Bay,  Al- 
bemarle Sound,  and  James  River,  and  the 
famous  gunning  resorts  of  Virginia,  West  Vir- 
ginia and  North  Carolina,  take  the  Old  Do- 
minion Line  of  steamers.  Send  for  a  copy  of 
Pilot  to  the  traffic  manager.  Pier  26,  North 
River,  N.  Y. 

One  of  the  nearest,  cheapest,  most  comfortable 
and  fashionable  routes  below  the  frost  line  is 
a  Clyde  Line  steamer  from  New  York  to  Jack- 
sonville. The  round  trip,  first-class,  is  $43.30, 
and  intermediate,  $35.30  To  Charleston  and 
return  the  fares  are  respectively  $32  and  $24, 
whilst  for  $3,75  extra  you  can  take  the  round 
trip  on  the  tropical  St.  John's  River. 

Save  your  time,  your  money,  and  your  tem- 
per when  in  New  York  by  staying  at  the  Grand 
UnionHotel, opposite  the  Grand  Central  Station, 
and  regulate  your  movements  by  the  guide-Look 
its  enterprising  managers  have  just  published. 
It  is  complete,  concise,  convenient  and  reliable. 
Sent  free  on  receipt  of  three  stamps  for  post- 
age, 

Mr.  J.  R.  Hegem.an,  Jr.,  recently  killed  a  240- 
pound  buck,  which  for  several  seasons  had  puz- 


zled  the  guides  and  sjiortsmen  of  the  Mt.  Ka- 
tahdin  region  of  Maine.  It  got  to  be  so  that 
old  legends  of  "  phantom  deer  "  were  circulat- 
ing pretty  freely  before  Mr.  Hegeman  managed 
to  put  a  bullet  where  it  would  do  most  good. 
The  shot  was  a  peculiar  one,  as  the  ball  was  in- 
tentionally sent  through  a  small  pine  in  order 
to  reach  its  mark.  The  buck  in  question  is  one 
of  the  queerest  specimens  of  partial  albinism 
ever  recorded.  The  entire  body  is  white,  with 
the  exception  of  a  few  reddish  spots  on  the 
shoulders.  The  head  is  of  a  light  reddish  color 
mixed  with  white  hairs,  which  predominate 
upon  the  nose  and  the  under  jaw.  The  feet  are 
black.  The  antlers  are  very  fine.  This  curious- 
specimen  has  been  artistically  mounted  by 
Messrs.  W.W.  Hart  &  Co.,  and  will  be  exhibited 
at  the  coming  Sportsmen's  Show. 

Repeating  gun,  rifle,  or  shell  bearing  the 
mark  of  the  well-known  Winchester  Repeating" 
Arms  Co.,  of  New  Haven,  Conn.,  requires  no 
further  commendation.  Every  sportsman  who 
has  been  West  knows  the  merit  of  the  firm's 
rifle,  and  trap-shooters  and  field- shooters  are 
rapidly  learning  the  marked  capabilities  of  the 
"pump-gun."  The  firm  makes  a  specialty  of 
metallic  and  loaded  and  empty  paper  shells, 
which  will  be  found  the  right  thing  in  the  right 
place.  Send  name  on  a  postal  card  for  the  large 
new  catalogue,  which  is  well  worth  securing. 

A  very  convenient  and  really  useful  article 
for  sportsmen  is  the  Tomlinson  cleaner  for 
shotguns.  It  is  an  up-to-date  idea,  and  natu- 
rally it  embodies  the  best  features  of  previotisly 
introduced  cleaners.  The  best  thing  about  it  is 
that  it  does  its  woik,  and  does  it  well.  It  will 
fit  any  standard  rod,  and  its  principle  of  con- 
struction is  such  that  it  adapts  itself  to  the  gun- 
barrel  for  the  entire  length,  irrespective  of 
choke-boring.  It  cuts  away  all  lead  and  dirt, 
and  gives  the  barrels  a  lengthwise  polish,  the 
value  of  which  will  be  at  once  appreciated  by 
any  sportsman.     Consult  advertisement. 

Graceful  figure-skating,  while  one  of  the 
most  pleasing  of  accomplishments,  is  one  of  the 
most  difficult  to  acquire.  Much  depends  upon 
the  skates  employed.  A  clever  artisan  will  do 
his  best  work  with  the  best  tools,  and  your 
good  skater  naturally  turns  to  the  Barney  & 
Berry  blades,  because  these  are  constructed 
upon  scientific  principles,  are  of  the  best  mate- 
rial, and  are  necessary  if  smooth  and 'clever 
work  is  to  be  done.  The  Barney  &  Berry 
"Lock  Lever,"  the  firm's  "Club  Skate,"  the 
"Safety  Edge  Hockey,"  and  the  "Tubular 
Racer"  have  proved  their  merit,  and  are  used 
by  the  leading  exponents  of  figure  and  speed 
skating  of  the  day.  A  pamphlet  issued  by  the 
firm  gives  diagrams. 

Sportsmen,  horsemen,  and  cyclists,  all  pro- 
nounce the  Swedish  leather  jackets  sold  by 
Wm.  Reade  &  Sons,  of  107  Washington  street, 
Boston,  to  be  the  best  of  garments  for 
defying  the  chill  breeze  of  marsh  and  read. 
These  jackets  are  handsome  garments,  they 
turn  wind  and  water,  and  they  do  not  shrink 
after  a  wetting.  The  firm  also  handles  the 
best  guns  of  English  and  American  make  and 
every  article  which  an  American  gentleman 
might  require  for  his  shooting  or  fishing  outfit. 


OUTING  ADVERTISEMENTS. 


XXXVll 


PORTSMEN 
AND  OTHERS 

Men  whose  success  in  whatever  they  engage  depends 
on  perfect  physical  condition,  will  be  interested  in  the 
claims  made  for  the 

Niagara  Vapor  Bath  Cabinet. 


A  hotel  man,  Robt.  Stone,  of  the  famous  Sportsmen's 
Inn,  on  the  Wissahickon  River,  near  Philadelphia,  writes  : 
"  I  don't  want  my  place  to  become  known  as  a  Sani- 
tarium, but  the  Niagara  Vapor  Bath  that  I  got  for  all 
night-guests"  rooms  are  making  just  that  sort  of  a  reputa- 
tion for  the  Inn.  They  are  the  greatest  things  in  the  world 
for  drawing  all  the  debilitations  out  of  a  man  and  clear- 
ing his  head  and  body  in  good  time  for  another  day." 

The  Niagara  Vapor  Bath,  if  used  regularly,  keeps  a 
man  in  the  most  perfect  physical  condition,  keeps  his 
system  aglow,  his  weight  normal,  his  head  free  and  clear, 
his  muscles  pliant  and  elastic  and  not  only  prevents  -but 
also  cures  some  of  the  most  stubborn  cases  of  Rheuma- 
tism, Sciatica,  Gout,  and  completely  eradicates  all  the 
ailments  arising  from  over-indulgence  in  liquor  or  food. 

IN   BUYING  A  VAPOR   BATH 

Get  one  with  a  steel  frame  that  stands  on  the  floor. 

Get  one  with  a  tliermometer  attachment.  Don't  go  it 
blind — a  bath  that  is  too  hot  or  not  hot  enough  will  be  of 
no  benefit  to  you. 

Get  one  that  you  can  return  and  have  your  money  back 
if  not  satisfactory  in  every  way. 

Send  for  sample  of  material  and  interesting  booklet 
that  will  tell  you  all  about  Vapor  Baths. 

Vapor  Baths  are  an  acknowledged  household  necessity. 
Turkish,  Hot  Air,  Vapor,  Sulphur  or  Medicated  Baths  at 
Home,  3c.  Purifies  system,  produces  cleanliness,  health, 
strength.  Pievents  disease,  obesity.  Cures  Colds,  Rheu- 
matism, Neuralgia,  LaGrippe,  Malaria,  Eczema,  Catarrh, 
Female  lUs,  Blood.  Skin,  Nerve  and  Kidney  Troubles. 
Beautifies  Complexion. 

Price  of  Niagara  Baths,  $5.00. 


JONES  (£  CO. 


lUlCii), 


NIAGARA   FALLS,  N.Y. 

DEPARTMENT  Y.  H.  Agents  Wanted. 

Advertisers 

When  selecting  their  mediums,  will 
find  in  the  little  booklet,  ''A  Matter 
of  Fact/^  issued  by  the  publishers  of 
OUTING,  interesting  and  instruct- 
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ODDS  AND  ENDS. 


IN  these  October  days,  when  shooting  is 
good,  golf  fine  and  yachting  the  very 
wine  of  sport,  the  devotees  of  every  pas- 
time on  sea  or  land  want  apparel  that 
will  give  comfort  in  its  fullest  sense.  It 
is  this  quality  that  is  possessed  in  high  de- 
gree by  Wright's  health  underwear.  It  is 
made  of  pure  undyed  wool,  is  soft  to  the 
flesh,  and  of  light  weight.  It  is  an  underwear 
that  will  wear,  and  it  will  wash  without  shrink- 
ing. Clothed  with  it,  the  lover  of  outdoors  is 
ready  for  whatever  comes. 

Time  was  when  the  crude  work  of  the  old- 
fashioned  "  stuffer  "  of  birds  and  animals  would 
satisfy  the  popular  demand.  To-day  people 
know  better,  and  only  thoroughly  artistic  mod- 
ern taxidermy  is  deemed  worthy  of  recogni- 
tion. Sportsmen  wishing  heads  and  trophies 
satisfactorily  preserved  should  visit  Messrs. 
Wm  W.  Hart  &  Co.,  of  47  East  Twelfth  street. 
New  York  City.  Clever,  artistic  and  up  to  date, 
this  firm  is  very  successful  in  the  treatment  of 
heads,  antlers  and  the  like.  "The  Challenge  " 
shows  an  elk's  head  with  an  arrangement  of 
small  electric  lights,  which  is  at  once  beautiful 
and  useful.  This  is  only  one  of  many  attractive 
novelties  by  this  firm. 


The  justly  celebrated  firm  of  Parker  Bros.,  of 
Meriden,  Conn.,  has  placed  upon  the  market  a 
new  gun-barrel,  which  is  especially  suitable  for 
shooting  nitro  powders.  It  has  been  named 
"Titanic"  steel,  and  it  closely  resembles  the 
Whitworth  fluid  pressed  steel.  It  is  a  plain 
black  barrel,  and  it  will  be  found  hard,  tough 
and  thoroughly  reliable  in  every  way.  The 
brand  of  this  firm  upon  a  gun  signifies  that  the 
arm  is  as  perfect  in  shooting  and  wearing  quali- 
ties as  the  best  materials  and  labor  can  make  it. 
One  has  but  to  turn  to  the  scores  of  the  more  im- 
portant matches  to  learn  what  the  ' '  old  relia- 
ble "'  Parker  gun  is  capable  of, 


A  nuNTiNi;  trip  is  always  entered  upon  with 
keener  zest  if  one  is  sure  he  is  well  shod,  so 
that  there  may  be  no  fear  of  stones  or  briers, 
water,  or  anything  else  that  is  apt  to  lie  in  a 
sportsman's  way.  A  shoe  that  gives  the  pro- 
tection a  hunter  needs,  together  with  the  great- 
est comfort,  is  made  by  M.  A.  Smith  &  Son,  of 
Philadelphia,  and  has  been  very  aptly  named 
the  "Ideal  Hunting  Shoe."  The  practical 
knowledge  of  hundreds  of  critical  sportsmen 
has  been  combined,  in  its  manufacture,  with 
the  shoemaking  skill  of  a  half  century.  The 
result  is  a  shoe  as  noiseless  as  an  Indian's  moc- 
casin, as  soft  as  a  glove,  and  as  strong  as  steel. 
In  a  word,  it  is  just  the  shoe  a  sportsman  needs 
in  starting  off  on  his  fall  hunting  trip. 

The  war  has  evoked  many  timely  aids  to  the 
sick,  and  The  Dr.  Jaeger  Co.  received  many 
valuable  recommendations  of  their  elastic 
abdominal  bandages,  a  large  quantity  of  which 
they  furnished,  free  of  charge,  for  distribution 
among  our  soldiers  in  the  field.  Many  medical 
authorities  gave  their  approval  of  the  action, 
and  have  written  favorably  in  regard  to  the 
benefit  derived  from  the  wearing  of  these  ban- 
dages in  the  regions  where  fever  attacks  so 
many  thousands  of  our  soldiers.  It  is  an  in- 
valuable adjunct  to  the  hunter  and  camper. 

Owners  of  fine  guns,  bicycles,  skates,  and 
other  metallic  sporting  equipments  will  find  a 
good  friend  in  the  "  Champion  "  polishing  fibre, 
which  will  preserve  the  attractive  finish  the 
goods  had  when  they  left  the  shop.  The 
"  Champion  "  polishes  and  cleans  ;  it  is  cheap 
and  always  ready,  and  it  wears  well,  with  no 
powder,  no  paste,  and  no  unpleasant  odor.  The 
use  of  this  cleansing  preparation  is  entirely 
free  from  all  objectionable  features.  It  is  sold 
by  the  Champion  Chemical  Co.,  of  11  South 
Seventh  street,  Philadelphia,  Pa.  Consult  ad- 
vertisement in  this  issue. 

The  well  known  firm  of  Hartley  &  Graham, 
313-315  Broadway,  New  York,  has  secured  a 
limited  quantity  of  genuine  Spanish  Mauser 
repeating  rifles,  7  mm.  calibre,  with  knife, 
bayonets,  and  leather  scabbards  ;  also  cavalry 
carbines,  the  same  as  used  by  the  Spanish 
Army  and  largely  by  the  Cubans.  Samples  of 
these  arms,  together  with  Mauser  smokeless 
powder  cartridges,  may  now  be  obtained  of  the 
firm.  Messrs.  Hartley  &  Graham  can  also 
supply  samples  of  the  U.  S.  Springfield  rifle, 
45  calibre,  with  angular  bayonet  and  the  cav- 
alry carbine. 

Bicyclists  are  finding  something  they  have 
long  looked  for  in  the  Corker  Tires,  viz. ,  resili- 
ency and  practical  non-puncturability.  These 
tires  have  a  narrow  tread  and  an  interlining  of 
cork,  which  prevents  punctures.  So  ccmfident 
are  the  makers.  The  Clark  Cycle  Tire  Company 
of  Boston,  that  their  tire  is  non-puncturable 
that  they  sell  it  with  a  six  months'  guarantee. 
As  indicating  the  speed  that  is  possible  on  this 
tire,  Frank  Waller,  at  Norwood,  Mass.,  and 
Baltimore,  Md. ,  a  few  weeks  ago  lowered  all 
the  world  road  and  track  records  from  i  to  24 
hours,  while  riding  Corker  Tires.  They  seem, 
in  fact,  to  be  the  tire  of  the  future. 


OUR    THEATRICAL    PLAYGROUND. 


MADISON  SQUARE  THEATRE,  the 
snug  little  home  of  the  drama  beneath 
the  shadow  of  the  Fifth  Avenue  Hotel, 
has  gone  back  to  its  first  love,  and 
after  a  lapse  of  fourteen  years  has  re- 
verted to  the  management  of  Charles  Frohman, 
whose  "  Esmeralda"  was  one  of  its  early  suc- 
cesses. For  the  reopening  of  the  present  sea- 
son he  has  secured  the  rights  to  "  A  Brace  of 
Partridges,"  a  comedy  in  three  acts,  by  Robert 
Ganthony,  with  the  following  London  cast : 

Lord  Wallerton Mr.  Charles  V.  France 

Colonel  Rackett Mr.  Gordon  Tomkins 

l^^^l^^^^':''':-::.  \^-  H.  Reeves-Smlth 

Stubbs Mr.  G.  F.  Leicester 

SpiflRns Mr.  George  Shelton 

Snap Mr.  Cecil  Thornbury 

Tom  Ruston... Mr.  Fred  Dark 

James Mr.  E.  Ford 

Lady  Wallerton Miss  Mabel  Lane 

Evangeline  Van  Bock Miss  Sybil  Carlisle 

Peggy  Stubbs Miss  Jessie  Bateman 

There  is  to  be  a  regular  stock  company  for  the 
theatre,  which  will  begin  its  engagement 
shortly,  but  as  a  sort  of  "house  warming" 
Mr.  Frohman  opened  on  Sept.  7th  a  prelimi- 
.nary  season,  producing  the  aforementioned 
comedy  trifle. 

The  play  proved  to  be  amusing,  though  of 
the  conventional  farce  comedy  pattern.  Its 
closing  act,  the  perilous  point  at  which  many  a 
comedy's  bright  beginning  has  a  dull  ending, 
was  the  best  of  all,  keeping  the  audience  in 
great  good  humor. 

Evans  &  Mann's  frisky  novelty,  "  The 
French  Maid,"  which  ran  one  hundred  and 
seventy  -  five  nights  at  the  Herald  Square 
Theatre  last  season,  has  been  running  again 
at  the  Herald  Square  in  all  the  glory  of  its  ex- 
quisite scenery  and  costumes,  sparkling  com- 
edy, character  burlesque,  catchy  music  and 
dancing  novelties — the  Bonbon  and  Promen- 
ade Ballets,  Frolics  Frangaise,  and  Carnival 
Quadrille.  The  piece  had  a  host  of  new 
features — songs,  dances,  comedy  scenes,  cli- 
maxes and  character.  The  cast  includes  Olive 
Redpath,  Eva  Davenport,  Yolande  Wallace, 
Chas.  A.  Bigelow,  Hallen  Mostyn,  George 
Honey,  William  Armstrong,  Matthew  Wood- 
ward, Richard  Ridgley,  E.  J.  Heron,  Mamie 
Forbes,  Edward  Jose  and  Gerry  Ames,  and  the 
chorus  and  ballet,  consisting  of  forty  male  and 
female  artists.  The  Herald  Square  Theatre  has 
undergone  repairs  and  general  improvements, 
both  as  regards  features  of  comfort  and  out- 
ward appearance.  "The  French  Maid"  will 
be  followed  by  the  new  burlesque  operetta, 
"  Hotel  Topsy-Turvy." 

The  Empire  had  the  good  fortune  to  have 
had  for  its  opening  William  Gillette,  fresh  from 
his  London  success  in  his  old  New  York  tri- 
umph, "  Secret  Service."  The  audience  was 
demonstratively  kind  to  the  actor  and  as  atten- 
tive to  the  play  as  though  they  had  never  seen 
it  before.  However,  it  is  a  piece  that  will  bear 
repetition,  owing  to  its  positive  merits  of  both 
technical  skill  and  sentimental  interest.  The 
performance  showed  no  change  of  manner  in 
Mr.  Gillette  or  his  companions. 


The  American,  notwithstanding  the  Septem- 
ber heat,  got  under  quick  and  full  headway  with 
its  new  season  of  opera  by  the  strengthened 
Castle  Square  Company.  The  commencement 
was  with  "  Boccaccio,"  with  a  far  more  than 
generally  competent  cast,  as  in  some  of  the 
members  it  was  brilliant.  New  scenery  had 
been  provided  and  freshened  costumes.  A 
second  season  of  unqualified  success  seems  as- 
sured to  this  worthy  and  popular  venture  at 
popular  prices. 

At  the  Broadway  Augustus  Thomas  in  "  The 
Meddler "  has  attempted  the  comedy  of  man- 
ners, character  and  verbal  wit.  His  play  is  a 
fine  answer  to  the  charge  that  athletic  farces 
are  the  limit  which  American  writers  are  striv- 
ing to  reach.  "  The  Meddler"  fails  only  by  a 
little  to  be  a  completely  successful  accomplish- 
ment. Mr.  Thomas  was  so  much  concerned 
with  language  appropriate  to  the  persons  who 
spoke  it  that  he  was  contemptuously  indifferent 
of  his  story.  The  original  merit  of  Mr.  Thom- 
as's comedy  lies  in  the  agreeable  talk,  the  nat- 
uralness of  the  characters  in  their  treatment  of 
one  another,  and  the  sparkle  which  shows  it- 
self from  time  to  time.  He  has  a  delicacy  of 
imagination  in  scenes  which  hardly  anybody 
else  could  have  written.  It  is  in  his  untheat- 
rical  views  of  his  characters  that  his  unique 
qualities  are  shown.  "The  Meddler"  is  a 
creditable  attempt  at  the  comedy  of  wit  and 
manners.  Nobody  is  more  fitted  than  Mr. 
Thomas  to  make  this  form  as  popular  here  as 
it  is  in  France.  He  lacks  only  the  technique  of 
the  foreigners.  Whether  their  plays  be  frothy 
or  serious,  the  need  of  sound  construction  is 
recognized.  The  lightest  of  the  contemporary 
French  comedies  have  a  framework  built  as 
carefully  as  though  for  a  five-act  melodrama. 

The  Knickerbocker's  season  began  with 
"The  Charlatan,"  by  Charles  Klein,  to  which 
J.  P.  Sousa  contributed  a  wealth  of  melody, 
none  catchy,  perhaps,  but  all  excellent.  "  The 
Charlatan  "  was  admirably  brought  out.  Nella 
Bergen  was  a  too  ample  bride,  but  she  sang  in 
a  way  to  win  well-deserved  applause.  Alice 
Judson  was  pretty,  quaint  and  pleasant  as  a 
girl  in  the  disguise  of  a  mischievous  boy,  after- 
ward donning  the  garb  of  her  sex.  Alfred 
Klein  was  grotesque  as  the  tragedian  whom 
circumstances  compelled  to  figure  as  a  woman. 
No  one  would  venture  a  role  for  Mr.  Hopper 
without  putting  a  great  deal  of  hyperbole  in  it; 
also,  passages  in  which  he  might  berate  his 
companions  very  volubly,  besides  opportunities 
for  the  extreme  perturbation  of  cowardice. 
These  essentials  were  all  in  the  part  of  the 
fakir.  He  looked  like  the  traditional  devil  in 
a  horned  cap,  upturned  mustaches,  heavy  eye- 
brows and  long  robe,  when  he  first  disclosed 
himself  in  the  guise  of  his  calling.  Later,  when 
he  figured  in  the  action  as  a  pretended  father 
of  a  princess,  he  wore  an  eccentric  red  wig  and 
a  French  costume  of  the  directoire  period.  At 
last  he  put  on  a  convict's  stripes.  Mr.  Hopper 
is  an  uncommonly  able  actor,  with  far  more 
versatility  than  his  public  will  let  him  utilize. 
He  probably  wants  a  change,  but  his  audiences 
insist  that  he  shall  not  make  one. 


PLEASURE,  TRAVEL  AND  RESORT. 


OUAIL-SHOOTING  is  going  to  be  fine 
in  North  Carolina  this  falL  Reports 
from  all  along  the  line  of  the  Southern 
Railway  in  the  State  show  that  the 
birds  are  abundant.  Their  whizzing 
wings  will  give  some  rare  sport  during  these 
October  and  November  days.  But  North  Car- 
olina is  by  no  means  the  only  State  in  the 
South  where  hunters  will  find  it  worth  their 
while  to  go.  In  all  the  States  reached  by  the 
Southern  Railway  there  is  good  shooting  to  be 
had.  Sportsmen  who  are  prompted  to  reach 
for  their  guns  on  this  cheering  information 
should  first  write  to  Mr.  W.  A.  Turk,  general 
passenger  agent  of  the  Southern,  Washington, 
D.  C,  for  a  copy  of  "  Shooting  and  Fishing  in 
the  South,"  which  will  be  promptly  sent  to 
them.  In  it  they  will  find  the  places  where  the 
game  is  plentiful  and  how  to  reach  them,  to- 
gether with  a  great  deal  of  other  matter  of 
practical  value,  relating  to  hotels,  boarding- 
houses  and  farm-houses  where  one  can  find  en- 
tertainment ,  the  price  of  teams  and  guides,  where 
needed,  and  the  game  laws  of  the  various 
States.  In  fact,  no  sportsman  should  start  South 
without  this  practical  handbook  as  a  guide. 

Dame  Rumor  is  often  untrustworthy,  and 
there  has  been  a  great  deal  said  in  newspapers 
lately  about  the  discontinuance  of  "  The  Lake 
Shore  Limited,"  the  New  York  Central's  twenty- 
four-hour  train  between  New  York  and  Chicago. 
There  is  no  truth  in  this  rumor.  "The  Lake 
Shore  Limited  "  will  continue  to  run  every  day 
in  the  year  over  the  New  York  Central  and 
Hudson  River  and  Lake  Shore  and  Michigan 
Southern  Railroads — the  same  tracks  that  car- 
ried the  Exposition  flyer  between  New  York 
and  Chicago  in  twenty  hours  for  175  days  dur- 
ing the  World's  Fair.  The  New  York  Central 
and  Hudson  River  Railroad  have  indeed  in  their 
fine  train,  popularly  known  as  "The  Lake 
Shore  Limited,"  produced  a  service  they  may 
well  be  proud  of.  Every  car  is  of  great  struc- 
tural strength,  is  decorated  with  unexampled 
lavishness  and  fitted  with  every  convenience 
.and  comfort  that  wit  can  conceive  and  money 
purchase.  The  observation  car  at  the  rear, 
with  its  outside  platform  of  plate  glass,  is  alone 
enough  to  mark  these  trains  as  among  the 
wonders  of  railroad  enterprise.  Both  the  car 
and  the  platform  are  free  to  all  passengers,  and 
the  grand  panorama  passing  for  hours,  as 
viewed  from  this  vantage  ground,  affords  such 
varied  and  beautiful  scenery  as  few  other  rail- 
roads in  the  world  afford.  Nor  is  the  observa- 
'  tion  car  alone  in  its  perfection.  The  private 
compartment  stateroom  sleeping  -  cars,  the 
parlor-cars,  the  buffet,  smoking  and  library 
cars,  make  ' '  The  Lake  Shore  Limited  "  a  service 
of  unsurpassable  comfort. 

In  the  golden  autumn  the  mind  naturally 
turns  to  vintages  and  thereby  to  the  Germania 
Wine  Cellars,  of  Rheims,  N.  Y.,  whose  cham- 
pagnes, still  wines  and  brandies  are  world- 
renowned. 

The  pneumatic  principle  has  been  applied  to 
many  forms  where  comfort  and  the  loosening  of 
the  strain  on  the  body  are  the  desiderata  ;  but 


none  of  them  equals  in  merit  its  application  by 
the  Pneumatic  Mattress  and  Cushion  Co.  The 
mattresses  made  by  this  firm  are  invaluable  for 
household  use,  for  hotels,  hospitals,  steam- 
ships, yachts,  sleeping-cars  and  for  camping 
purposes  Its  cushions  obviate  half  the  fatigue 
in  the  office,  the  carriage,  the  reclining  chair, 
the  row-boat  and  canoe.  Their  Ufe  and  swim- 
ming collars  will  soon  be  found  on  every  craft 
that  floats,  and  their  pneumatic  cycle  saddle  is 
well  named  "  Peerless." 

Unrivaled  as  a  perfume  and  peerless  in 
popularity  is  Murray  &  Lanman's  Florida 
water.  It  is  a  veritable  fountain  of  youth  and 
an  enduring  delight.  In  the  toilet  and  the 
bath  of  the  athlete,  the  golfer  and  the  hunts- 
man it  is  as  indispensable  as  refreshing. 

"Pure"  and  "delicious"  are  well-earned  terms 
fully  justified  when  applied  to  that  old-estab- 
lished favorite  beverage,  Walter  Baker  &  Co'.'s 
cocoa.  Every  traveler  and  sportsman  knows 
the  value  of  a  cup  of  this  refresher  either  at  the 
beginning  or  the  end  of  a  long  and  wearing 
day. 

The  Daimler  Manufacturing  Company  an- 
nounces that  it  has  acquired  all  the  real  estate 
and  personal  property,  plants,  machinery,  pat- 
ent-rights and  book-outstandings  of  the  former 
•Daimler  Motor  Company.  The  business  will 
be  continued  with  greatly  enlarged  facilities, 
and  the  present  organization  will  devote  every 
effort  toward  broadening  its  field  and  meeting 
the  wishes  of  its  many  patrons. 

Pleasant  wines,  and  medicinally  valuable, 
too,  are  those  of  the  Pleasant  Valley  Wine  Co. , 
of  Rheims,  N.  Y.  A  medical  man  a  few 
days  back  testified  from  Philadelphia  :  "I  have 
had  marked  curative  results  in  the  use  of 
'  Great  Western  Champagne,'  made  by  your 
company,  following  the  most  severe  at1;3.cks  of 
'cholera  morbus,'  toning  up  the  stomach, 
bringing  back  its  vigor  and  promoting  appetite. 
One  of  the  worst  cases  of  this  disease  I  have 
ever  seen  was  under  my  care  a  few  weeks  ago. 
Though  all  the  symptoms  had  been  subdued  by 
proper  treatment,  yet  the  patient,  who  had  not 
partaken  of  food  for  two  days,  was  fully  restored 
as  to  appetite  and  strength  in  a  most  surprising 
manner  by  sipping  small  glasses  of  the  '  Great 
Western,'  made  very  cold  by  placing  on  ice. 
Observing  this,  I  wish  to  inquire  if  you  have 
any  literature  on  the  subject  of  the  manner  in 
which  your  brand  of  champagne  is  made,  and 
the  particular  grape  used.  If  so,  please  com- 
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and  unbroken  succession  all  across  the  river. 
In  the  shallows  of  the  falls  forming  the  fish- 
ways  we  could  seethe  salmon  propelling  them- 
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By  H. 


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can  never  be  experienced  by  one  who  spends  his 
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"  Fishing   with    the     Spear," 
By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

One  method  of  fishing 
almost  invariably  sneered  at 
by  anglers  of  high  degree  is 
spring  spearing,  yet  it  fre- 
quently affords  a  deal  of  fun 
and  requires  no  small  measure  of  skill  on  the 
part  of  its  successful  votaries.  The  author, 
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A  Day  in  a  Catboat. 


miles  long  and  miles  broad,  on  the  Canada  side 
of  fussy  Lake  Erie,  lurk  uncounted  black  bass, 
pike  and  lesser  quarry,  and  through  the  narrow 
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Erie  passes  many  a  mighty  muskallonge,  to 
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prey  at  every  creek's  mouth.  A  deal  of  inter- 
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"Winter  Fishing."     By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

It  is  not  all  of  fishing  to  take  fish  during  the 
pleasant  season  of  opening  leaf,  golden  sun- 
shine, or  tinted  foliage.  Winter,  too,  offers 
something  to  the  angler  who  knows  how,  when 
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the  winter  sport,  wh  ile  never  equal  to  that  of  more 
favored  seasons,  is  yet  by  no 
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1896,  issue.     Price,  25  cents. 


"  The  Truth  of  a  Trouting." 
By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

A  story  told  as  stories  rarely 
are — especially  fish  stories — in 
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just  as  strongly  as  the  success- 
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now  we  knew  each  could  take  home  a  robe 
when  we  left  the  hunter  in  his  far-away  moun- 
tain cabin  ;  and  though  many  years  have  now 
gone  by,  mine  still  adorns  the  back  of  my  easy 
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"  A  Glance  at  Big  Game."   By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

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"  Bear  and  for  Bear."     By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

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Deer  and   Deer  Shooting." 
Sandys. 


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"The  Moose  Call."    By  Frank  H.  Risteen. 

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"  Moose  Hunting  in  New  Brunswick."  by 
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SHOOTING. 

"  How  I  Lost  My  Thanksgiving  Turkey." 
By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

The  turkey  is  a  wondrous  toothsome  morsel, 
whether  it  be  a  choice  bird  from  the  fattening 
pen  or  one  of  those  kings  of  the  feathered 
race,  a  grand,  wild  fellow,  slain  perhaps  after  a 
deal  of  toil  and  trouble  in  his  native  haunt. 
Ed.  Sandys'  yarn  of  how  he  didn't  reach  home 
with  a  full  game-bag  is  full  of  genuine  humor 
and  good  fun.  In  November,  '91,  issue.  Price, 
25  cents. 

"  The  Black  Brant  at  Home."  By  T.  S.  Van 
Dyke. 

The  true  black  brant  is  the  most  gamy  and 
fine-flavored  of  American  water-fowl.  The 
author  gives  a  fund  of  information  about  the 
home  of  the  brant  and  how  to  outwit  him.  In 
December,  '91,  issue.     Price,  25  cents. 

"Quail  and  Quail  Shooting,"  and  "A  Day 
With  the  Quail."     By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

Every  farmer  and  farmer's  wife,  every 
schoolboy,  and  everyone  whose  pleasant  path 
leads  into  the  country,  during  Majr  and  June 
especially,  know  the  swift-running,  close-hid- 
ing, plump  brown  bird,  or  the  rich,  mellow, 
whistling  call  that  comes  piping  over  the  fields. 
Bob- White— Bob-Wh-i-ite.  The  habits  of  the 
quail,  as  well  as  a  delightful  description  of  a 


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lively  experience  over  a  pair  of  dogs  difficult 
to  equal,  make  excellent  reading  for  all  who 
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'92,  issues.     Price,  25  cents. 

"Sport   with    Canada  Geese."      By  Ed.  W. 
Sandys. 

The  ways  of  the  wild  goose  are  wondrous, 
and  not  one  sportsman  in  fifty  understands 
them,  and,  without  a  thorough  knowledge  of 
the  birds,  success  in  their  pursuit,  if  attained 
at  all,  is  merely  a  bit  of  undeserved  good  for- 
tune. Wild  and  shy  to  a  degree,  suspicious  of 
every  unusual  sight  or  sound,  and  craftiest  of 
all  feathered  game,  the  Canada  goose  is  no 
quarry  for  careless  sportsman  or  eager  novice. 
The  author  of  this  eight-page  article  proves  his 
fitness  to  be  classed  among  the  few  who  can 
talk  intelligently  on  the  ways  of  the  Canada 
goose.     April,  1S93,  issue.     Price,  25  cents. 

"  Spring  Snipe-Shooting."  By  Ed.  W.  Sandys. 

In  the  opinion  of  the  author,  spring  is  the 
season  for  snipe  shooting,  although  the  law- 
makers say  nay.  His  reasons  are  set  forth  in 
this  illustrated  article,  spiced  with  a  well-told 
reminiscence  of  good  sport  with  Ontario  snipe. 
May,  1894.     Price,  25  cents. 

"Rail  and  Reed  Birds."    ByEd.  W.  Sandys. 

While  rail  and  reed  bird  can  never  rival  the 
water  fowl,  grouse,  cock,  quail  or  snipe  as  ob- 
jects for  the  sportsman's  pursuit,  they  play  no 
unimportant  part  among  our  latter-day  recrea- 
tions. With  a  beautiful  illustration  of  the 
sport,  this  article  makes  one  of  the  most  valua- 
ble of  Outing's  collection  of  sportsman's  stories. 
September,  1896.     Price,  25  cents. 


FISHING. 

Virgin    Streams   and    Lakes 
By  Ernest  IngersoU. 


FOR    Sport." 


The  Mackinaw  Straits  and  Island,  St.  Mary's 
River  and  the  country  of  northern  Wisconsin, 
and  the  south  shore  of   Lake  Superior,  have 


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long  been  names  suggesting 
unlimited  fishing  possibilities. 
In  the  nooks  and  holes  along 
the  quiet  lower  reaches  of  the 
St.  Mary's  many  a  trout  has 
been  tempted  from  his  lurking 
place,  and  many  another  still  remains  to  chal- 
lenge the  angler.  A  ten-page  description  of 
the  sport  royal  to  be  had  in  this  country,  well 
told  by  one  who  has  evidently  had  his  share. 
In  the  June,  1891,  issue.    Price,  25  cents. 


How  TO   Catch  the  Wily  Trout. 
Prescott  Beach. 


By  H. 


In  this  article  the  author  gives  a  great  deal 
of  common-sense  advice  as  to  the  proper  equip- 
ment for  the  angler  who  would  take  the  most 
enjoyment  from  a  day  along  the  mossy  banks 
of  a  secluded  stream.  The  choice  of  rod,  line, 
reel,  and  bait,  as  well  as  clothing  and  provis- 
ions, is  discitssed. 

"  There  is  a  room  in  the  attic,  a  dark,  mys- 
terious place,  hung  with  festoons  of  cobwebs, 
and  frescoed  deep  with  the  undisturbed  dust  of 
twelve  months.  Rare  and  even  ancient  treas- 
ures are  stored  in  this  weird  little  hermitage  of 
mine.  Here  are  my  rods  and  reels,  my  lines 
and  nets  and  creels — all  reminders  of  long  days 
afield.  In  this  retreat,  after  supper,  by  lamp- 
light the  tackle  is  put  in  order  for  the  coming 
day's  sport.  The  night  before  you  go  a-fishing 
is  the  time  to  make  repairs,  adjust  new  parts, 
and  discuss  plans  for  the  morrow."  In  the  May, 
1893,  issue.     Price,  25  cents. 

"Black   Bass   Fishing."     By  Francis  J.  Ha- 
gan. 

If  there  is  one  place  where  black  bass  do 
congregate  in  the  early  spring  it  is  in  a  deep, 
rocky  pool  below  an  old  mill-dam  high  upon 
the  headwaters  of  a  blue  river.  The  ap- 
proved methods  of  luring  the  savage  old  tigers 
of  the  flood  from  their  lairs  are  told  in  an  en- 
tertaining style  by  a  past  master  in  the  art.  In 
the  April,  '93,  issue.    Price,  25  cents. 


"Black  Bass  Fishing  in  Maine." 
Pierre. 


By  Arthur 


"Now,  don't  you  think  you  know  all  about 
trolling,  my  friend,  learned  in  piscatorial  sport, 
for  perhaps  you  don't  Trollmg  for  black  bass 
is  a  science."  Jack  Pike's  ideas  on  the  subject 
are  recorded  in  this  pleasing  sketch.  In  the 
July,  '93,  issue.     Price,  25  cents. 

"  Salmon     Fishing    on    the    Newfoundland 
Coast."     By  E.  J.  Myers. 

"  The  salmon  were  leaping  in  the  foam  of 
the  falls  like  glass  balls  in  a  fountain,  in  steady 


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game  fish  and  game  birds  have  been 
described  and  pictured  by  true  sports- 
men in  the  pages  of  Oufing.  Not  an 
issue  of  Outing  goes  to  its  subscribers  without 
articles  to  interest  rod  and  gun  enthusiasts. 
The  accumulated   stock  of  such  articles   now 


forms  a  complete  encyclopaedia  of  rod  and  gun 
lore. 

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tridge, grouse  or  wild  duck,  Outing  will  direct 
you. 

If  you  are  in  quest  of  large  game — deer, 
caribou,  elk,  moose  or  bear — the  regions  where 
they  are  to  be  found  shall  no  longer  be  kept  a 
secret  from  you  if  you  will  search  the  files  of 
Outing. 

If  you  would  fill  jj-our  basket  with  the  finest 
specimens  of  salmon,  ouananiche  or  wily  trout, 
their  hiding  places  have  been  disclosed  in 
numberless  articles  by  Izaak  Walton's  disciples, 
who  have  also  offered  valuable  hints  as  to  the 
best  methods  of  handling  the  prizes. 

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HUNTING. 

"Deer  Stalking  in  the   Indian  Territory.'" 
By  Francis  J.  Hagan. 

"  The  sun  does  not  shine  upon  a  fairer  land 
than  this  ;  the  prairie  level,  unbroken,  lies  like  a 
sea  whose  waves  are  stilled  forever,  over  which 
broods  the  spirit  of  death."     Three  weeks  in 


AfSD 


ST©H 


this  country  with  a  half-bred  Choctaw  guide 
and  a  jolly  party  of  tenderfoots  is  an  experience 
that  any  lover  of  outdoors  could  thoroughly  en- 
joy. This  story  of  many  battles  with  the  grace- 
ful antlered  monarch  of  the  forest  is  told  in  a 
vigorous  style  by  one  who  has  a  keen  apprecia- 
tion of  a  night  spent  in  Nature's  chamber  with 
the  great  blue  heavens  as  a  blanket  and  North 
America  as  a  bed.  Contained  in  the  October, 
i8gi,  issue.     Price,  25  cents. 


After  Elk  in  the  Prairie   Province. 
Ed.  W.  Sandys. 


By 


What  grander  game  ever  filled  the  sights  of 
a  rifle  than  a  full-grown  bull  elk  ?  An  aristocrat, 
every  inch  of  him,  from  his  hard,  clean  legs  to 
the  loftiest  tine  of  his  wondrous  dagger-pointed 
head-gear.  This  is  a  well  told  tale  of  the  dif- 
ficulties experienced  in  securing  a  lordly  prize. 
Contained  in  the  January,  1892,  issue.  Price, 
25  cents. 


A  Thanksgiving  Day's  Bear  Hunt." 
S.  Habersham. 


By  H. 


"  '  Well  done ': 'cried  our  friend,  and  going  up 
we  found  him  quite  dead.  There  was  one  bul- 
let hole  (and  it  was  in  the  head)  Who  put  it 
there  we  never  knew,  for  our  rifles  were  of  the 
same  bore.     We  did  not  discuss  the  matter,  for 


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