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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Jtjly 13, 1895. 



Penobscot Y. C. 



PENOBSCOT — PENOBSCOT BAY. 



Saturday, July 6. 

 The spcond race of the Penobscot Y. C. in a fresh S.W. breeze, the 

 times being: 



fishermen's class. 



Elapsed. Corrected. 



Viola, M. A. Rice. . , 3 22 35 3 22 35 



Acme 3 39 35 3 30 33 



Aurora, John Lewis 3 42 05 3 37 17 



Comet, John Fuller Did not finish. 



THIRD CLASS 



Surf, C. E. Mclotyre 2 57 25 2 57 25 



Elonia, C. E. Tuttle Did not finish. 



FOURTH CLASS. 



Snarleyow, C. G. Weld 1 43 40 1 40 13 



Marguerite, David Little 1 42 38 1 42 38 



Tita. F. K. Gardiner 1 48 03 1 44 54, 



Emona, Jackson Richardson 1 43 13 1 42 36 



Emona was disqualified for fouling a mark. Acme broke her gaff, 

 but still won the Bay Point cup. 



Cape Cod Y. C. 



EAST DENNIS— CAPE COD BAT. 



Saturday, July 6. 

 The second race of the Cape Cod Y. C, postponed from June 29, 

 was sailed in a strong S.W. breeze, the times beine: 



Length. Elapsed. Corrected. 



Addle, R. C. Nickerson 25.03 2 05 35 1 33 47 



City of Chicago. F. P. Crosby 25.06 2 08 38 1 35 06 



Eclipse, H. H. Sears 25.09 2 08 38 1 37 22 



'Spruce IV. 



Mr. J. Arthur Brand's new Spruce IV. sailed her first race on June 

 22, in the Bamble branch of the Minima Y. C. She won second place 

 in a fleet of five, in spite of twice taking the ground; being beaten 

 lm. 31s. by the Viva. She is described as fast running and reaching, 

 but not so good to windwa'. d. The wind was fresh and true through 

 the race. 



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 Free illustrated catalogue. Write for it.— Adv. 



New York C. C. Challenge Cup. 



The sixth series of races for the international challenge cup estab- 

 lished by the New York C. C. in 1680 was sailed last week on Gravesend 

 Bay, the challenger being Charles E. Archbald, of the Corinthian Sail- 

 ing Club, of Montreal, with his canoe Mab, and the defender, selected 

 after the races of the Marine and Field Club on June 29, Paul Butler, 

 of the Vesper B. C. of Lowell, an associate member of the New York 

 C. C , in his canoe Wasp. Both of the canoes are well known to canoe- 

 ists as old racers, having been frequently seen at the meets. The 

 Marine and Field Club very hospitably offered their club house, boat 

 house and grounds to the New York 0. C. for the races, the location 

 offering a better course. This was a 3-mile triangle on Gravesend 

 Bay, sailed three times, 9 miles. 



The first race took place on July 4 in very bad weather, a cold 

 rain and fluky and variable wind. Mab started just before the gun 

 and was compelled to recross, Wasp crossing at 10:55:05, just 5s. after 

 the gun, and Mab at 10:55:50. The start was made with sheets trimmed 

 for a reach, but soon a shift of wind made the first leg to windward, 

 Mab losing a little through the greater distance she had to beat. The 

 first round was timed: 



Elapsed. 



Wasp 11 22 12 27 12 



Mab 11 24 12 29 12 



Mab gained on the first two legs of the second round, but capsized at 

 the second mark; the round being timed: 



Elapsed. 



Wasp 11 49 41 54 41 



Mab 11 51 18 56 18 



On the last round there was more wind, and Mab gained; out once 

 more capsized at the second mark, losing much lime. Her miz»n sheets 

 fouled, and she went over a second time after one righting. The race 

 finished: 



Elapsed. 



Wasp 12 12 16 1 17 16 



Mab 12 15 38 1 20 28 



A remarkable incident of the race was the courtesy of the captain 

 of the tugboat W. E. Ferguson, with a tow of three barg«s, who went 

 to a great deal of trouble to avoid crossing the course when informed 

 that a race was being sailed. 



The secoccl race was sailed on July 5 in a strong and puffy south- 

 east wind, over the same course. Wasp carried a small rig, 115ft. 

 reefed down to 85ft. : Mab carried about 90ft. The first lee: was a free 

 reach, the two crossing the line tog«ther at the gun. They sailed 

 very fast. Wasp gaining a little, having a lead of 10s. at the first 

 mark. The second leg was to windward and Mab made up her loss, 

 but capsized and again lost time, Wasp also nearly being over. On 

 the reach in Wasp gained, the round being timed: Wasp 4:48:17, Mab 

 4:48:50 Wasp lost all of her lead by a capsize at the turn in jibing, 

 Mab making a clean jibe and running ahead. She failed to hold her 

 advantage, however, and had but 5s. lead when they came on the 

 wind. Wasp passed her at the first mark and had a lead of 41s. at the 

 end of the windward leg. On the home leg Wasp's rudder jammed 

 and she became unmanageble, capsizing twice. After righting her 

 the second time Mr. Butler withdrew, being tired out. Mab finished 

 the second round at 5:16-05 and the last round at 5:43:33, the elapsed 

 time being: First round 25.17, second round 53.15, third round 1.22.43. 



The third race was sailed on July 6, the wind being light from the 

 south and the water smooth. Wasp carried 157 square feet of sail 

 and Mab 165. The start was made at 3:30:30, Wasp crossing very 

 promptly and Mab about 30secs. late. The first leg was to windward 

 and Wasp gained, having a lead of 2min. 50sec. at the first mark. She 

 continued to gain on the free reach of the second leg, the round beine 

 finished: s 

 m Elapsed. 



Wasp 4 12 53 42 03 



Mab 4 24 16 53 46 



Mab was in very hard luck, her crew slipping off his piazza just at 

 the turn in trying to right her, and losing muca time in regaining his 

 seat and making the turn. 



The second round was sailed slowly in a falling wind, the turn beine 

 timed: Wasp 4:54:50. Mab 5:04:14. 

 . The last round was finished : 



„ Elapsed. 



Wasp 5 38 16 2 07 46 



Mat). 6 01 17 2 40 47 



Mr. Butler was warmly greeted by his friends ashore. 



This series of race3 was marked by the number of capsizes and the 

 delay which they caused, both contestants suffering in this respect. 

 If our recollection is correct, in none of the previous five raceB has a 

 canoe capsized, though all of them were sailed either just inside of 

 the Narrows or on Gravesend Bay. The weather made the first two 

 races of the present series unusually hard on the contestants. 



lunge mid %ixlhw. 



The National Schuetzenfest. 



The National Schuetzenfest, which has just been brought to a close 

 has proved the greatest gathering of skilled marksmen ever coming 

 together in this country. There has been no question as to its man- 

 agement, and the fact that somewhere about 500 riflemen have taken 

 part in the proceedings goes to show that the management has had no 

 sinecure. 



On June 30, the opening day, great crowds visited the scene, Glen- 

 dale Park, L. I. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, also, the pres- 

 ence of a large number of visitors gave promise of a banner day on the 

 Glorious Fourth of July. Weather prophet Dunn promised fine 

 weather for the Fourth, but he didn't guess correctly. There was 

 something off the Atlantic coast that he did not wot of, and that some- 

 thing came ashore on Thursday morning and caused heaps of trouble. 

 If the sun showed itself at all on that day it was during those hours 

 when the small boy was getting rid of bis first fire-crackers and while 

 we were asleep. Dull, gray skies greeted those who breakfasted at 

 8:30. By 1 1 A, M. rain had set in in real earnest and Glendale Park w:a a 

 anything but a pleasure resort, Rsinj It just poured j At times it, 



obscured the targets, but still the marksmen were not disheartened. 

 Late in the afternoon the wind played hovoc with scores and shooting 

 was practically discontinued. A good-sized crowd of visitors was 

 present, but it was only just large enough to make those who had 

 rented saloon, restaurant and amusement privileges (at exorbitant 

 rates, it must be said) all the more wretched when they thought of 

 "what might have been." 



The arrangements at Glendale Park were capital. Trains deposited 

 shooters and visitors right- at the entrance, and two minutes' walk 

 brought one to the main shooting pavilion, situated on the right band 

 side of "Weber Avenue," as the road was called which passed Up the 

 eastern side of the park. Weber Avenue, beyond the shooting pavilion, 

 was a miniature Midway Plaisance. It was there that the average 

 visitors passed their time, finding lots of opportunities to part with 

 nimble nickels and dimes in return for the fleeting joys of fishing in a 

 fish-pond that produced more collar buttons apparently than anything 

 else; or in pegging baseballs at an astute, dodging nigger's cranium; 

 or in bucking the tiger in the shape of a wheel of fortune— "the only 

 square game on the Island." Early in the week fakirs with more 

 deadly intent on the dollars were to be found, but theBe were cleared 

 out as soon as discovered and complaint was made. Punch and Judy, 



AT THE 8TATION. 



open air concerts, athletic exhibitions, and several bands of music 

 filled up the sum total of amusements. Beer and Riidesheimer were, of 

 course, the liquids most patronized. It did one good to take a glass of 

 either from the hands of the solidly-built peasant girls arrayed 

 in their native costumes, showed shapely calves, neatly turned ankles 

 and well-rounded arms, that made one wonder how they could bear to 

 hide such charms under the ample skirts and puff sleeves demanded 

 by fashion of the new woman. 



The shooting pavilion was admirably adapted for the purposes it 

 was put to. One-half of the floor space was reserved as a restaurant 

 and as a promenade from which visitors could see all there was to be 

 seen of the shooting. This portion of the floor space was raised some 

 18 inches or so above the other half, which was sacred to the use of 

 marksmen, the management, their aides and newspaper men. It 

 would be just as well now to pay a tribute to the management for the 

 manner in which they bandied the pressmen. So far as we could see 

 everything was done that could be done to aid the qewspaper men in 

 gathering up what news there was floating around. This was no 

 small thing when the newsgatherer was a novice in the art of shoot- 

 ing with the small bores. 



In the space reserved as above for the riflemen the floor was mostly 

 occupied by tables, 48 of them, hack to back in pairs. These tables 

 were littered with swabsticks, cartridge-cases, etc., in fact all the 

 paraphernalia that belongs, rightly or wrongly, to the impediment of 

 the small-bore men. The racks on these tables showed more plainly 

 than words can tell that: the opinion of the rifleman as regards his 

 brethren is well founded. "If you're looking for cranks, you don't 



ONE OF TELE GAMES. 



want to go outside a meeting like this," said a popular member of a 

 local Schuetzen Verein to us one day last week, "look at the variety 

 of hand rests used!" He pointed out such a multiplicity of devices 

 for supporting the rifle with the Jeft hand that it began to appear as 

 if the man who devised a new one that was of any account deserved 

 properly to be crowned King of the Fest. To a novice, and to one 

 accustomed to the long forearm of the scattergun crank, these rests 

 were very upsetting. He began to realize that the men who talked 

 smokeless powders, shells, "field" or "trap" wads, hammer or 

 hammerless guns, Tatham's or other shot, sights and recoil pads, 

 did not have a monopoly in the field of gun cranks. There are otherB 

 and— we've found some of them. 



The firing stands were necessarily unsatisfactory from the looker- 

 on's point of view. The rifleman leveled his rifle through an open 

 window, as it were. A few yards in front of him was a lofty and solid 

 wall of blocks of lumber, loopholed; each loophole being edged with 

 sheet iron. Beyond this wall was another, somewhat similar in get up, 

 but with wider apertures. Beyond this again was the target shed, 

 200yds. from the firing point. The intervening loopholed walls were 

 for the purpose of catching wild bullets. That they were needed was 

 shown by the marks here and thereon tbe sheet iron egg og Each 



fctand, each of the two loopholes and eaih target was numbered; 



there could be no mistake on the part of any shooter as to his own 

 target. As soon as he had flred, the scorer, who stood alongside of 

 him, pressed an electric button ; this signified to the marker of that 

 target that a shot had been fired and notified him to point out its loca- 

 tion abd value. As a general thing, one required a neck like a cor- 

 morant to get a glimpse of the flag when both shooter and scorer were 

 looking to see the value of the shot. As a rule, it was far easier, and 

 more satisfactory too, to stand back and judge from the expression 

 of the shooter's face as he left the score the effect of his last shot: 

 Red flag— a peace-Upon-earth-good-will-toward-men look on his face; 

 blue flag— not-so-dusty-after-all; white flag— a that-won't-do sort of 

 expression; nothing at all— a whereabouts-was-that-anyway kind 

 of a twist to the mouth. It was dead easy to score when once you'd 

 caught on. 



Although the majority of rifles were of standard makes, there were 

 not a few that were the product of the skill and ingenuity of their 

 owners. Among this number was the weapon handled by W. Milton 

 Farrow, of Morgantown, W. Va. Mr. Farrow, who holds the world's 

 championship at long ranges, has won honors on the other side of the 

 Atlantic with the American team. His rifle is peculiar in that all the 

 mechanism, lock, triggers and hammer, are contained in the lever and 

 drop down out of the way, permitting easy and effective cleaning. There 

 is nothing complicated about it; everything is remarkably simple. 

 Judge E. J. Cram, of Biddeford, Me., on the other hand, has a truly 

 remarkable weapon. Its very ponderousness attracts attention, while 

 its homely appearance (His Honor will please excuse us produces 

 a smile that is almost more than a movement of tbe muscles around 

 the corners of one's mouth. Being a man of powerful build, the 

 judge requires a heavy weapon. He's got one. It weighs about 

 271 bs., more or less; probably more, from its general appearance. The 

 following description taken from the New York Times of July 5 can't 

 he improved upon: 



"The gun has a rifle barrel inclosed in a 2>4in. gas pipe. The gas 

 pipe is filled with lead, so as to give it the required weight. There is 

 no rest. The weapon has an aperture sight, which is tied upon the 

 barrel with a piece of twine. A fragment of a three-cornered file is 

 also tied on the rifle, this doing the service of a spirit level. The 

 Judge loads his own cartridges on the shooting stand and uses a 

 bhllet with two tails to it, which, being something of a wag, he calls 

 the feathers. When he gets a swelled shell in the chamber, and if the 

 leverage of the lock is not strong enough to force it into the breech 

 block, he drives the breech block down with the butt of his re-and de- 

 capper. The gun was tried yesterday for the first time and the Judge 

 expressed himself as perfectly satisfied with it. He broke the firing 

 pin after firing twenty-one shots. While he was demonstrating the 

 working of the weapon to several riflemen the gun made an average 

 of two misses out of three attempts to shoot. Judge Cram works 

 industriously while he is at the gun rack, and each shot is only made 

 after he has performed all the labors entailed in cleaning the strange 

 firearm and making the cartridges." 



In addition to the above it may be stated that the judge extends his 

 left arm when in position, assuming very much the position of a trap- 

 shooter at the score. * 



Where so many great shots, the best this country can produce, are 

 gathered together, it would be impossible to particularize. Among 

 tbe visitors, however, who have left their marks were: A- Strecker, 

 F. O. Young, M. Blodau, George Helm, F. P. Schuster, A. H. Pape, of 

 the Columbia Rifle Club, San Francisco, Mr. Pape being quite a young 

 man and only a beginner, being a pupil of Mr. Young; W. Milton 

 Farrow, Morganton, W. Va.; H. M. Pope, Hartford, Conn.; M. Gin- 

 dele, Cincinnati, O.; John F. Humphrey, Herbert E. Tuch, J. P. West- 

 field, Boston, Mass. ; J. E. Kelly, Springfield, Mass. ; Col. H. F. Clark, 

 a down-Easter, who was a member of the American team which 

 visited Wimbledon in '88; Robert Bartow, of the Bridgeport, Conn., 

 Schuetzen Verein; G. Homrighausen, Baltimore, Md.; W. Hasenzahl, 

 Cincinnati. O., etc. etc. New York and New Jersey marksmen, how- 

 ever, held their own quite comfortably in the matter of good scores, 

 as a reference to the totals given below will show. Among those from 

 the nearby clubs were W. O. Collins, of the Greenville Rifle Club; G. 

 Plaisted, of the Zettler Rifle Club; Fred. C. Rosa, Gus Zimmerman. 

 Gebhard Krauss, William Hayes, M. Dorrler, etc. etc. The work of 

 Zimmerman and Ross was watched with the closest attention. 



Prominent among those who mingled among the riflemen was 

 Major Geo. E. Albee, who sported the P. Lorillard magnificent gold 

 medal which he won in 1882 owing to 4ii8 remarkably rapid and accu- 

 rate work with the Hotchkiss Rifle at Oeedmoor, firing 20 shots in sixty 

 seconds, scoring 63 points. Major (then Lieut.) Albee beat some very 

 speedy competitors in that contest; some of his antagonists were 

 among those taking part in shooting at this Schuetzenfest. Major 

 Albee is now an important factor in the Winchester Repeating Arms 

 Company, of New Haven, Conn. 



The personnel of the management of the Schuetzenfest was given 

 in our last issue. Suffice it to add that shooting masters Gebhard 

 Krauss, Bernard Walther and William Hayes had their hands full, 

 but made no fusB over it. Everything was done quietly, orderly and 

 in a soldier-like manner; hence very few people really appreciated the 

 good work of tbe management. 



A word as to the prizes These were on exhibition in a glass pavilion 

 opposite the headquarters tent. Policemen patrolled the platform 

 surrounding the pavilion and kept spectators moving. Seldom, if 

 ever, has there been gotten together by any association such a mag- 

 nificent lot of cups, trophies and medals. When seen, it is readily 

 understood that their value mounted up into the thousands of dollars. 



A special feature in the park was a little tent on the left hand side as 

 one started up Weber avenue after entering the gate on the railroad 

 side. This tent was the Emergency tent of the Brooklyn Eastern Dis- 

 trict Hospital, which was in charge of a regular corps of surgeons. 

 Alongside the tent, and in the shade of the trees, was hitched a gray 

 horse harnessed to the ambulance. Everything was ready for a sud- 

 den call. That this institution was needed was shown by the records, 

 thirty -six cases treated in the first three days of the Schuetzenfest. 

 Of these cases only one was serious: John Baumann, a man 50 years 

 of age, a resident of New York city, was talking to some friends who 

 were shooting at the swinging targets in the little airgun range 

 operated by John Bayer. In some way one of the guns was dis- 

 charged, the bullet striking Baumann in the right side. At first the 

 case was thought to be serious, but investigation proved that the 

 wound was only slight, the rullet having glanced off a rib and being 

 found just under tbe skin. The other cases treated were of various 

 sudden ailments and mishaps. 



If the rain on the Fourth of July destroyed all chances of a big 

 crowd on that day, the heat on Saturday, together with the thousands 

 who visited Glendale Park that afternoon, gave promise of a big day 

 on Sunday. The spirits of the management rose correspondingly 

 high, and everybody in and around the park was all smiles. The mai- 

 dens in national costumes toyed coquettishly with the glasses of lager 

 and the smaller glasses of Riidesheimer. It waB going to be a harvest 

 to-morrow and it was. 



Sunday broke with a sky that told of hot weather ahead. At noon 

 it was suffocating in the streets of the Greater New York; while at 4 

 P. M. the best laundried collar was threatened with a disgraceful col- 

 lapse, so warm did the slightest exertion make its wearer. But at 

 Glendale Park is was delightfully cool, refreshingly so. What a relief 

 it was to sit down on a bench under the shade of the oaks, a glass of 

 cool lager before you; the strains of Tyrolean Yodlers, mingling with 

 the blatant crack of the rifle, effectually shutting out the high-pitched 

 song of the Long Island mosquito. Bow cool it was! Even a hot 

 Frankfurter was not out of place! And "pickelt eels," tool 



And there were thousands that thought just so; about 30,000 of 

 them. Trolley cars from all parts of Brooklyn and trains from Long 

 Island City, the route for all New Yorkers, poured their thousands into 

 Glendale Park. Standing room only was the order of things on the 

 Rockaway Beach trains. Inside the shooting pavilion, on the dancing 

 floor of the big hall, in the bowling alleys, on the benches in the 

 groves, everywhere there were thousands of people, young andj old, 

 and all good-natured. It was a great gathering, and one from which 

 much might be learned. It was a sermon in itself, and a good one at 

 that. The extreme good nature with which shooting-master Krauss 

 went about his duty of keeping the firing lines clear, so that the rifle- 

 men might be able to get to their stations, was something to marvel 

 at. 



Along Weber avenue, the Midway Plaisance of the park, every 

 amusement booth and refreshment stand was taxed to its utmost to 

 satisfy the wiBhes of its patrons, while the nigger dodged the baseballs 

 and kept the crowd amused by allowing a zently thrown ball to tap 

 him on the head now and again. Fred Sauter's Museum of Natural 

 History, tucked away in a far-off corner of the park, well repaid the 

 dimes paid for the privilege of a visit. 



The firing lines were comparatively deserted toward 4 P- M„ but 

 there were plenty of riflemen present, most of whom were discussing 

 the chances of Dorrler and Ross for the kingship of the tournament, 

 and relating how they managed to make this or that score. 



The question of the ultimate ownership of the King's Medal was 

 practically settled on Sunday afternoon when Michael Dorrler, of the 

 Zettler Rifle Club, finished his string with 370 points, or one point less 

 than that of Fred C. Ross, the Brooklyn crack who scored 371. Mr. 

 Dorrler up to his very last shot appeared to have the advantage, 

 although it was a slight one. On his last shot, however, he pulled his 

 trigger before he Intended to, the shot going clear of the black It 

 was a great, disappointment to both himself and his friends. Ross's 

 average of 18V£ is a big one, and one that it would be hard to beat. A 

 story was afloat tuat Ross had told Dorrler that his (Ross's) score 

 was 373; this led Dorrler to believe that he must get a red flag with 

 his last shot to win, or a blue to tie, whereas a white flag would have 

 tied the scores as they actually were, and a blue flag would have won 

 the King's Medal for the Zettler champion. Mr. Ross denied that he 

 intentionally misled Dorrler, and stated that a mistake was mad 



when he counted up his score, He added that be spoke is ail goo 6 



