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RECREATION. 



well outside the harbor and with the pale 

 streaks of early dawn we got a light North- 

 erly wind, which gradually freshened to a 

 topsail breeze. We kept near the Canada 

 shore during the day, and at night, the 

 wind being light, put into a little harbor 

 no miles from Buffalo. There we stayed 

 until 4 a. m. ; then put out again for an all 

 day drift and 25 miles more were counted 

 off. 



A good night's rest, an early start and the 

 next night we were in Detroit river, mak- 

 ing the little town of Amherst, in Canada. 

 Such anchorage! The current there runs 



a fair light wind made us 3 miles in one 

 day. Sunday we lay at anchor, and late 

 that afternoon a captain offered to take my 

 line for the price of a keg. He took the 

 line and that night we were in Port Huron. 

 We went over to Sanilac, Canada side, and 

 anchored. From there to Lake Huron is 

 about 3 miles, and the rapids run 7 miles 

 an hour, so that sailing is out of the ques- 

 tion unless a genial gale from the right way 

 comes along. 



I could not fmd a tow and the tugs were 

 all busy, over on the Port Huron side, but 

 late in the day a big tug, with a wide, long 



ONE OF' THE MILLIONAIRES' YACHTS. 



fully 5 miles and we kept grinding around 

 on our anchor chain all night. An early 

 start and fair wind took us to Belle Isle 

 for supper. I had charts of the river, as 

 the 7-foot draught of Vayu made me think 

 I required them, but when I saw the traffic 

 through the river all I had to do was to 

 look at some one of Rockefeller's 400-foot 

 yachts ahead or behind to know just where 

 to go. Sailing through the river is need- 

 less, as a tow can easily be found. How- 

 ever, I did not care to have the bitts yanked 

 out of my yacht by catching on to one of 

 those 15-mile fellows, and the slow ones 

 were all going the wrong way; so I sailed 

 along until well up in the St. Clair river, 

 about to miles from Port Huron. There, 

 in a narrow reach, with a 5-mile current, 



boom, came along for Georgian bay. She 

 just moved when she struck the rapids and 

 the boom swung our way; so awaiting our 

 opportunity, with anchor short, ■ we caught 

 the last log. Then we ran our line through 

 the chain so we could let go when we 

 wished, and were off. 



The tug did not seem to like it and kept 

 whistling to us to let go, but he was a mile 

 away, busy, and so were we. About 10 

 p. m. the wind came up strong and fair. 

 We slipped our line and were headed for 

 Mackinaw. While we had been in Lake 

 Erie and the river the air had been 95 to 

 100 in the shade, but out in the lake the 

 cool South wind was delicious. A good 

 glass of 12 year old, a big charge of choice 

 Havana in a briar bowl, a steamer rug 



