Nov. 29, 1888.1 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



377 



jjjachting. 



A SUMMER CRUISE ON THE SOUND. 



TT was some time during tlio present age that one of my par- 

 JL ticular friends, with more money than discretion, conceived 

 the idea that it would be a jolly thing to hire a yacht tor a month 

 or so. and sail the ocean blue. 



So forthwith lie called on me, and as he erroneously thought that 

 I knew not only all auout a good boat, but that I could lay my 

 hands on one at a minute's notice, my hitherto peaceful life he- 

 came a burden to me. After visiting every conceivable place 

 Within ten days' i ide or sail of Now York, and regretting that on 

 account of our awful laws I couldn't get him an English cutter, 

 and sail her under the American flag; I managed to work up all 

 the yacht brokers in the city to such a high state of excitemeut 

 that I finally found myself sent off by these gentlemen, (I firmly 

 believe simply to get rid of mo for a day or so) to inspect ocean 

 going ships, brigs and schooners; and 1 think if it hadn't been for 

 a sluop of SOft. or thereabouts that I finally discovered myself I 

 would still be looking for that boat. 



After inspecting the sloop several times, my friend concluded 

 to take her if he could make arrangements with her owner, which 

 he succeeded in doing, although the price asked was certainly 

 pretty steep. And, after many delays, at last wo found ourselves 

 about ready to start off on a trip down the Sound. Our crew was 

 made up of one sailor man, a cabin boy, steward and a captain. 

 The cabin contingent consisted of four men, my friend Percy, 

 myself and two others; one of whom, as he was very tall arid 

 rather silent, we christened "LongTont" and I ho other "Gatling," 

 on account of his argumentative turn of mind, 



One beautiful morning in September wo got under way and pro- 

 ceeded in tow of a tug up the East Kiver and through Hell Gate. 

 "When well through the gate we made sail and cast oil from the tug. 

 Wind! weE tnere was none of it, hut we had the tide in our favor, 

 and drifted along like, the traditonal phantom ship. This calm at 

 once began to bring out some of the characteristics of our cabin 

 passengers. Ou Long Tom it at first seemed to have no effect 

 whatever, but after a close inspection 1 found that it did. Tt 

 brought out a mighty thirst, that seemed to be best quenched by 

 the use of cocktails, and as he seemed to have a faculty for mak- 

 ing several different kinds, Tom showed a decided disposition 

 to become a jolly companion, and was soon perched up ou the 

 cabin top playing a fiddle tor all he. was worth. Gatling wanted 

 to hear himself talk of course, and therefore did not seem to relish 

 Tom's fiddle. However, he was soon in a. deep argument with 

 our captain as to whethi r Genesta or Puritan was the faster boat, 

 and on other nautical subjects. 



My friend Percy was smoking a pipe and taking care that the 

 boat was floating in the right direction, by occasionally revolving 

 the wheel one way or the other. However, calms do not last for- 

 ever, and at about 12:30 there came evident signs that we were 

 about to have a breeze. That breeze loafed around a long time 

 before it concluded to become anything like wind, but finally it 

 braced up considerably and the Truant began to heel over to it 

 and go through the water in a way t hat gave considerable promise 

 that her heels might be. very nimble with more weight in the 

 wind. But we were not to have a chance of trying her that day, 

 as the wind remained light but steady. At about 7 P. M. we made 

 Larchmont, and came to anchor near the schooner yacht Olio, 

 which was anchored in the harbor. 



After a very jolly and excellent dinner, which proved that we 

 had an A No. 1 steward and cook, Long Tom, Gatling and 

 Percy went ashore to see the club house and post letters, G. being 

 a member of the club. They reported a very good time on their 

 return. As 1 was feeling tired I remained on board, and after 

 smoking my pipe and enjoying a beautiful moonlight evening, 1 

 turned in early, and did not wake again till 5 A. M., at which time 

 the crew were hoisting the mamsail preparatory to getting under 

 way. I immediately routed out the cabin passengers in order to 

 get them to turnout and take a salt-water bath, but tiny all 

 seemed to be exceedingly tired and cross, and none of them would 

 budge; which was afterward explained to me by their saying that 

 they had not returned to the yacht until 2 o'clock. I had to go 

 overboard alone. Soon afterward we got under way and pro- 

 ceeded down the Sound with a leading breeze, bound tor New 

 Loudon. After breakfast we set the spmaker, and it did good 

 service for some time. However, the wind had freshened so much 

 by 1 o'clock that we were obliged to take it in. 



The Truant seemed to drive along very fast, or the sloop yacht 

 ahead was going very slowly, for we had been overhauling her 

 all day, although she went by Larchmont some time, before we 

 started. At about 4 P. M. we overhauled and went by her. Her 

 name was the Avon, of Boston. At about 7 o'clock the weather 

 began to look squally, and we debated whether we should stand 

 on or put for Savbrook, which place we wero near. But we de- 

 cided to let her go on, although the wind had dropped almost to a 

 calm, and it was evident that we were in for a squall. At about 

 8 o'clock we swung the boats inboard, and close reefed the. main- 

 sail. At half past the squall struck us, and proved to be very 

 heavy, and it tairly picked the water up and flung it over our 



We wore running dead before it and wero busy reefing the jib, 

 when a cry came from aft, "Get a light, for Heaven's sake show 

 alight! Get a lantern out of the forecastle; hurry men, hurry 

 for your lives;" and a lot of other equally forcible expressions. 

 On looking astern we perceived the lights of a large ves.-el quite 

 close to and running up on us hand over fist. When we found 

 that she paid no attention to our light we began to think that our 

 last hour had come. By this time we were off the Pace and a 

 pretty heavy sea was running. As the vessel came closer we 

 shouted and blew a horn to attract her attention, which we suc- 

 ceeded in doing, but barely in time, for as she luffed a little ana 

 as we kept away her mizen boom swung over our cockpit and 

 just cleared our main rigging. She proved to be a large 

 three-masted schooner, and as her erew were buty reeling 

 she had failed to see our light. Had she hit us she 

 would have gone through the Truant as if she had 

 been made of paper, and consequently this article would never 

 have been written. When the schooner came along, her 

 crew did some very tall swearing as if they thought that it was 

 our fault for getting in their way. But as we naturally did 

 everything we could to get out of their way and as they were 

 steering very wild, we thought their remarks totally uncalled 

 for. However in a few seconds the schooner disappeared in the 

 d.u'kness, and then we realized what a close shave we had had. 1 

 must say that every one on board kept very cool and behaved 

 splendidly except the steward, who went around swearing as if 

 his dav of judgment had arrived, and calling on all the saints 

 in his vocabularly to save him. He let up somewhat, however, 

 when Percy told nim to shut up and go below, or he would pitch 

 him overboard. Soon after this the squall went down, and we 

 had a light breeze which carried us into New London Harbor 

 and I do not tnink that any of us were very sorry to come to au 

 anchor. . . ; „ 



The nextday we spent m making purchases and visiting friends 

 in the town. In the evening we attended a hop at the Pequot 

 House, and came aboard at a late hour. Wt had intended to 

 leave for Newport, but as there was no wind all day we had to 

 remain at anchor. However, in the afternoon we had several 

 lady visitors from the shore. Among them Long Tom's mother 

 and sister, who were staying at the hotel, so we got up an im- 

 promptu tea, which was served on deck, and was voted a great- 

 success by the fair visitors. 



The following morning we cot under way for Newport, which 

 place we reached at about 1:30 P. M., after a most deligutful run. 



Here our Long Tom met with quite a painful accident. While 

 tending sheet during a gybe he let the rope run through his hand 

 so rapidlv when the boom came over that most of the skin was 

 taken off df the inside of his hand, and when the sheet was taken 

 from him he fainted. As soon as our anchor was down we had to 

 get one of ihe boats overheard and look up a doctor. 



We remained here for about ten days, and two of our cabin 

 passengers bunked ashore with friends who were kind enough to 

 ask us to put up with them. 



We had intended to go on as far as Boston, but as business called 

 two of us back to the city, Percy decided to give up this part of 

 the trio and return to New York in the yaht. We gave several 

 sailing parlies while here, and enjoyed ourselves hugely. The 

 first day after we started from home Tom's fiddle was continu- 

 ally called upon to give us "The girl I lott behind me." 



Coming home we ran by New London, and anchored at Say- 

 brook the first night. The next morning vye wero awakened by a 

 treat rumpuB on deck, and by the anchor chains running out at a 

 lively rate. Ou going on deck to see what the row was, we found 

 that we had both anchors down and that it was blowing great 

 guns from the northwest. A large barge loaded with wood was 

 coming down on us at a lively pace, and threatened to carry 

 away our bowsprit. But luckily she sheered oil a little and did 

 no further damage than to scrape off some paint on our star- 

 bonrd side. But we had to let the boat run down very lively and 

 swing in the davits. During the. day several large schooners 

 went adrift, and one of them, which collided with our friend the 

 barge, lost bowsprit and foretopmast. A tug in the harbor was 



kept busy all day towing boats around that threatened to go 

 ashore. The next da y was pretty nearly as bad, and what was 

 worse, we were running short of cigars. Gatling left us here, 

 and much to our disgust, earned off about fifteen cigars that, lie 

 had in a box. but as if to add gall to our feelings, he left the box. 

 This no doubt was unintentional on his part, but still it made us 

 mad, and all of the remaining stumps of cigars, cigarettes and 

 pipe ashes we emptied into that box very religiously, so that 

 when we arrived m New York the box was just about full. We 

 then did if. up nicely iu brown paper and sent if by express to his 

 Fifth avenue home. But, needless to say, he never acknowledged 

 our proseut. 



Wo wore three days at Sayhrnok before wo got away. We left 

 early on the morning of the fourth day, and all of us wore heartily 

 sick of the place. That night we anchored off the Herald Station, 

 at Whitestone, and were reported in due form. The next morning 

 we wout through the Gate and anchored off Bay Ridge, paid off 

 the crow, and formally handed over the Truant to her owner. We 

 all voted that we had had an awfullv jolly trip, and Percy said it 

 paid, which was the main t hing that 1 felt concerned about. That 

 night we had a reunion at DelmoniCD'S, and wo walked around 

 with a sailor's swagger and a healthy color on our faces for sev- 

 eral days afterward. Truant. 



MAC DONALD'S COVE. 



IT is with no little interest that yachtsmen of the "unsalted 

 seas" have observed the serious intention of their bigger 

 brothers who sail the briny to acquaint themselves with the 

 attraction? of t he former's cruising grounds. The expedition 

 made, last season by Mr. Howard Patterson to secure information 

 of routes, roads, anchorages and courses for sailing in Lake Erie 

 and Lake Ontario and the river St. Lawrence to a wider number 

 of yachtsmen, marks possibly a new era of pleasure and experi- 

 ence for many soft-handed tars. Wo venture to say that this 

 ground will not prove disappointing. It lacks nothing that 

 arousss and charms the soul of a sailor, unless it is the salt smell 

 of the wind and wave. This is absent. But let the sojourner in 

 these waters remember that the freshness of their air will serve 

 to sweep his bram the clearer and brighter for the saline odor. 



Prom the outlet of the Niagara to the opening of ihe St. Law- 

 rence, where lie for twenty miles its almost eountle-s islands, and 

 thence down by its wide and varied channel to the sea, is every 

 description of voyaging by sail or paddle or by Steam, Let no 

 landlubber trust his unskilled hand to guide his craft over Lake 

 Ontario, thinking his nerve and strength equal to its capacity. 

 Therewillbefoundapla.ce for all that the best navigator com- 

 mands. Its winds are as stout, its seas as treacherous, its calms 

 as deep and its coasts as puzzling as any of the Atlantic. It lacks 

 no element of a complete sailor's school but sea room, and of that 

 there are 8.000 square miles. On its northern shore dwell the 

 Canadians, born of a race of men who have trimmed sail since the 

 birth of navigation. They are brawny, courageous and rich, and 

 will neither take quarter from any deck nor give it. Along the 

 south shore dwell oue's own countrymen, no less ambitious, ready 

 and polite than any rival. Many are its bluffs and coves, bava 

 and streams, reefs, shallows and currents. It has fair scenery 

 and fair skies in season, bustling towns and hospitable clubs for 

 entertainment. 



Below ou the St. Lawrence is a land unique to the denizens of 

 our ordinary civilization. Englishmen, Scotchmen and Irishmen 

 arc there, fast rooted m the mother country ways. The French 

 are there, abating perhaps less than any people the thought.-, the 

 habits, the religion and the speech of their blood to the influence 

 of these leveling times. Off the beaten paths of the tourist, away 

 from the great towns, along the shores of this m.Tjestic river and 

 back from it, on the rugged hills and in the fruitful valleys and 

 bottom lands of countless streams, there lives a homel.v but me- 

 nu esque and intensely religious po<>ple who have for a hundred 

 years changed less than any peasantry. Writers of fiction and 

 1 ravel are but now awakening to the existence of this priceless 

 material. The history of this land, replete with great deeds and 

 romantic scenes, an old world's civilization joining hands with a 

 new world's savagery, transpiring in the. heart of nature, it seems 

 as if Parkman had forever monopolized. The islands of the St. 

 Lawrence, its rapids, its wild and rocky shores, long levels and 

 broad lakes, its frowning cliffs and dark, deep waters will capture 

 any temperament or imagination with its grandeur and charm. 

 No lire of travel equals ii for steam yachting. Thei o are hundreds 

 of miles of open river navigation and safe carries by broad and 

 well managed canals. Pish of many kinds, from the salmon to 

 the bullhead, inhabit its waters, and with the oncoming of winter 

 and of spring the gunner's feathered quarry, geese and ducks, 

 pausing in their migratory 11 ighrs, haunt its wide feeding grounds. 

 lc seems as it to them this were their half-way home, where for a 

 few weeks they must linger while nature is getting&'ready their 

 di-taut, but acceptable tenements. 



Almost without mteution has the writer been led, perhaps 

 unnecessarily and no doubt tiresomely, to introduce what follows 

 with a beckoning and encouragement to men on yachting bent, 

 who know no cruises but from Hell Gate to Marblehead and 

 Mount Desert, to find their watery pasturage to the north, where 

 may be seen, if not Brobdingnags and Houyhnhmns, yet people 

 not unworthy of observation to an untrammeled mind, couutiies 

 not without int erest to a tourist and waters right pleasant for a 

 sail if they aro "too fresh." 



To proceed to the original purpose, simply to add another to the 

 countless homely records of innocent tarings on land and water 

 iu the experience of men who care for life without the door, the 

 same yet never the same to them, and therefore interest ing if not 

 absorbing no matter how often told.Jt was the writer's pleasure 

 one summer afternoon to lift his dunnage bag over the rail of the 

 Cricket and lend a lubberly hand to shape affairs aboard ship for 

 a long tour across the lake, for the wind was flat, and we, slaves 

 of business and of time, perforce must obtaiu conveyance, if not 

 by lusty winds as becomes seamen, then ignominioualy by tow- 

 boat. Under such a sky of countless sta rs as hung over us during 

 the hours of the evening, and fanned by the light air of our 

 motion, it seemed ignominious indeed to be hauled over the deep 

 by a pulling steam craft, but so it was. At midnight, in a broad 

 arm of the lake off a sheltering covo— MacDonald's— we slipped 

 our cable and crept softly to our mooriug as if, like a belated 

 husband, we would not disturb the deep sleep that rested on our 

 habitation. 



McDonald's Cove is a niche on the northern shore of Prince. 

 Edward's Island. Winds may blow high or low and from all 

 points of the compass at the same time if they list, but a bark 

 anchored within its high and wooded banks can snap her ropes' 

 ends at them. Here fleets of trading schooners voyaging to the 

 south shore overtaken by storm have many a gray fall day lain 

 snugly by until the wrath of the elements had worn itself out. 

 Collector John Prinyer here represents Her Majesty, and Her 

 Majesty need borrow no trouble but that the dignity, hospitality 

 and good cheer proverbial with Her Majesty's kingdom around 

 the world are royally illustrated in this remote region of her 

 realm. The Collecfor has the distinction of being reared a 

 country boy in tue eompauionship of the famous Sir John Mac- 

 Donald, who rules all Canada, despite the L iocoou struggles of 

 the Liberals to put by his chains. In the two men appear the 

 ever recurring incident of the diverse courses of two lives stand- 

 ing on the threshold hand in hand; one goes to great station, 

 power and worldly honor, the other to quiet ways, dignified, yet 

 remote. Who pronounces which is the happier and better? 'To 

 judge from an observation of mine host, Premier Sir John must 

 nave a quieter conscience and a less harrassing life than is re- 

 puted to belong to him if he can match his old school companion 

 for contentment and worth now when the finish of all earthly 

 things is heaving in sight tor both of them. 



The morning dawned lair and through the long forenoon the 

 Cricket's crew voyaged to and from the shore, dreamed under 

 the flap of the sail and let the world slide generally. 



At noon the west wind— friend of the sailor in all waters— blew 

 briskly across the channel and under foresail and jib, staysail 

 and topsail, as if rejoicing in her exercise, the Cricket slides 

 away toward the south. To the west Amherst Island spreads 

 its greeu shores where thrifty farms are basking in the sun, 

 while now they may; for the spectre of the long and desperate 

 winter— to whose cold and snows they lie absolutely open — must 

 ever haunt their existence. Further south the False Duck 

 Islands and the true stand forth like sentiuels above the flood— 

 their rocky shores seeming to bear "beware" upon their f rants 

 even under our favoring skies. Lakeward a steamer bound for 

 Kingston or more distant Montreal trails a line of coal laden 

 barges breathing forth great rolls of smoke that stretch for 

 miles away against the clear blue of the horizon. Beyond a 

 schooner bends slightly her graceful masts and hull as the steady 

 breeze bellies her immaculate sails, moving like some gentle and 

 stately swan. To the west Indian Point lies flat, and distant on 

 the water, and ten miles on is the white column of South Bay 

 Point 1'giit. Thither we steer, and through the sunny afternoon 

 iu long stretches — for the wind has shifted to the southwest— the 

 Cricket reels off the miles without an altered sheet. 



Long beforo sunset we have anchored off the point. Here are 

 the houses of a few fishermen, who draw from the cool and deep 

 waters of the Jake a fish that can hardly be surpassed for food. 

 The epicure who dies not having tasted the whitefish of the north 



ern lakes has "made a failure of it," The whitefish may be 

 matched against any that swims salt water. At nightfall, after 

 loading the icebox with specimens of these finny prizes of many 

 pounds weight, we sail away. At break of day the water seems 

 becalmed. No touch of air so much as ripples the mirrored sur- 

 face, but aloft in the long head of the topsail the gentle zephyr 

 strikes, moving the null below without a sound along. The mist 

 lies thick upon the. water, and as the god of day rises to light the 

 world the vapors stream toward the skies like wraiths reluctant to 

 feel that the night which shelters them has disappeared. Before 

 they take their last farewell they paint with all the colors of the 

 sun the surface of the lake— crimson andgreon, yellow, blue, violet, 

 with every varying shade brighten and fade and die. At length 

 the dav having come gc rone, the west wind rising to her daily 

 task in steadv strength, scatters the dew ami mist as if forever, 

 and moving with it wo, too, have disappea red. And what of it? 

 Shall we say. Nothing but a memory, hours of content, and life 

 Oswjcgo, N. Y., Nov. 15. G. T. O. 



DELAWARE Rl VER. -Editor Forest and Stream: The little 

 schooner vacht Leona, mentioned in the Forest and Stream of 

 Nov. 1 as bound to Plorida, reached Chesapeake Gitv Oct. 29. 

 Stopped at Better ton, where the crew put in a week with their 

 friends and had some tine shooting. Arrived at Annapolis Nov. 

 9; all well. I will probably not hear from her again until she 

 reaches Norfolk. Cap!. Lutes (not Luiz) spent a week with me at 

 the boat house while fitting out for bis voyage. We bad many 

 boat talks interspersed with chart reading, with which latter he is 

 well supplied. He also has copies of Mr. Kuubardt's fa to ons trip 

 in the Coot, published in t he Pokest AND Sthisam, which will be 

 of the greatest service to him. The Leona is called a "dandy" by 

 the native*, and h-er crew "bricks." I will send you a fuller de- 

 scription of the trip after the lb tie ship gels lurther south. The 

 Cooper's Point Corinthians put in a full week of racing from Nov. 

 6 to 13, making it the tweuty-sixt brace of this season. The genial 

 literary editor of the Evening Gail took a hand in the seven-day 

 races and won two races, one with the Wilkin and one with the 

 Item. Newspaper men don't seem to mind wet jiekats in 15- 

 foott-rs, and are up in handling the stick. Three, prizes were won 

 by the Corinthians in the combination race of the Quaker City 

 Y. C, viz.: Agnes, fourth class S'oops, first prize,: H. Clay Fui:k, 

 Class D, first prize; item, second prize. — R. G. W. 



CYTHERA.— A very improbable story has lately appeared in 

 the daily papers of a letter received by some unknown person 

 from one Jack Fenton, mate of a boat named the Samuel Stone, 

 and detailing how, on a voyage from Savannah, Ga., to Australia, 

 arter leaving the former port just prior to the great blizzard, a 

 white yawl-rigged yacht was passed and afterward seen to sink, 

 one sailor only being rescued, iu the height of the blizzard, by the, 

 bark. As this sailor could not speak English he could not tell the 

 name of his vessel, and later he was transferred to a Norwegian 

 ship and so all i race of him was lost. The whole story is so full 

 of gross improbabilities that the only reasonable conclusion is 

 that some heartless wretch has tried to base a hoax on the tragic 

 loss of the Cythera and her crew. 



NEW YACHTS— Mr. Burgess is busy with the design for a 90ft. 

 schooner for Col. W.H. Forbes, the dimensions being 83ft. Gin. l.w.L, 

 23ft. 8m. in beam and 9ft. 9in. in draft. The 90it. class is beyoud 

 question the most desiranle and popular size of the two-stickers 

 for racing, and the new boat will be a welcome addition. The 

 new jachtwill have a centerboard, and will be built of wood,bv 

 Pawley. Mr. Burgess has also an order for a new fisherman for 

 Com. J. M. Forbes, who will own a half interest in her. She will 

 be built in the best manner, and be. designed and rigged according 

 to modern ideas. At Marblehead Mr. Win. Edd v will build a cut- 

 ter 32ft. over all, 26ft. I.W.I., 10ft. beam and Oft. draft. 



"WAVES.— A writer in the Liverpool Marcury—n captain of the 

 merchant marine— has taken careful observations as to the height 

 of ocean waves in a gale. He made them during a voyage round 

 Cape Horn, and to do it he went up in the main rigging, to get, if 

 possible, the top of the wave coming up astern in a line of sight 

 from the mast to the horizon at the back. It was a difficult opera- 

 tion, but the captain obtained some good observation*, marking 

 the height of the waves on the mast. Ou measuring the distance 

 from these to the mean draft, he found them to be as follows: 

 C4, 61, 58 and 65ft., respectively, varying in length from 750 to 800ft. 



THE OSWEGO, N. Y r ., Y. C. has elected the following officors: 

 Allen Ames, Commodore; 8 wits Conde, Vice-Commodore; F. W. 

 Saekett, Captain; W. B. Phelps, Secretary; E. B. Mott, Treasurer; 

 A. J. Jndson, Measurer; Dr. J. W. Eddy, Fleet 'Surgeon; J. T. 

 Mott, J. P. Phelps and J. B. Donnelly, Directors. The dub is in a 

 most happy state physically, numerically and financially. Thirty- 

 seven new members during 1881, and after extensive and expen- 

 sive improvements at the club house, and all bills paid, a hand- 

 some balance is in the treasurer's hands. The new commodore is 

 the owner and skipper of the Merle, and his cabinet are all live 

 and experienced officers. 



CATBOATS IN NOVEMBER— The last race of the season 

 about New York was sailed on Nov. 2-1 between the catboats Play- 

 mate and Bon Ton, of the Staten Island Athletic Club yachting 

 annex; the course being from Buoy 17, oil' Bobbin's Reef, around 

 Buoy 16, off Norton's Point, then around Buoy 15, below Fort 

 Tompkins, and home. The stakes were §100 per side. Mr. John W. 

 Edwards sailed the Playmate, and M. G. W. Vrohenburg the Bon 

 Ton. Playmate led at the start, but Bon Ton sailed the better 

 course on the return, winuing by 10m. 27s. 



HARLEM Y. C— This club has just installed itself in the old 

 Randall mansion, on E. 121st street, and wiR hold a formal house 

 warming next month. 



lew ffnblicHtian^ 



"Who's Atraw?"— A celebrated photographer while making 

 pictures along the rough coast of New England, set his camera to 

 take the view of a double row of rocks off York Beach. Maine, 

 with the waves dashing over them, when three stmuv-faced 

 children appeared on the scene from behind the rocks where they 

 had been hidden from view, running toward the water as though 

 to plunge into the surf and by accident halted directly in front 

 of the camera already set, when a clear manly voice, from a dis- 

 tance, rang out the warning to the youuger child, "My Darling, 

 don't go near the water!" They turned, each in characteristic 

 pose, and the reply came from the little one, "Who's afraid?" 

 Snap went the rubber on the camera and the sunbeams had fixed 

 for ever a picture, piquant, roguish and withal such a touch of 

 nature as no artist's fancy could ever body fortn. Byspecial con- 

 sent of the parents, who are prominent m New Englaud society, 

 the Chicago & North Western Railway Company have invoked tlio 

 "Art Preservative," and thepit tuie, duly engraved upon steel by 

 the celebrated engravers. John A. Lowell & Co., Boston, and copy- 

 righted, forms the basis of one of the most beautiful and attractive 

 souvenirs ever offered by a railway company to its patrons. Many 

 copies have been distributed free, but so great is the desire to 

 possess one of these beautiful works of art that even the generous 

 North Western calls a halt. Copies of this picture, which ia spoken 

 of in art circles as a "modern classic ' in connection with a chaste 

 and ornate calendar for 1889, will bo- sent, postage paid, to any 

 address, in return for 25 cents in stamps or postal note, or for f;J 

 nine copies will be sent, express free, to any point in the United 

 Stares, by E. P. Wilson, General Passenger Agent, Chicago and 

 North Western Railway, Chicago. 



Some time ago a friend of William J. Davis, a young law- 

 yer living ia East Newark, presented him with a handsome 

 buck, eighteen mouths old. Mr. Davis was proud of his 

 new acquisition, and put it to browse on the lawn in front of 

 his house. Monday morning Mr. Davis started from his 

 house with his satchel to go to business. As he passed the 

 deer he greeted him with ''Hello, Billy!" The buck lowered 

 his head and made a vicious dash for bis owner. Davis pre- 

 pared to retreat. The deer was on him in an instant and 

 butted him to the ground. Then he gored the ground furi- 

 ously with his horns until Davis was lifted on his antlers 

 high in the air. Davis caught the antlers with his hands 

 and held on for dear life. AU efforts of the buck to shake 

 him off were futile. Vhile the deer was thus amusing him- 

 self a letter carrier passing shouted at the buck, aiid the 

 deer made a dash for him as the lawyer let himself fall to 

 the ground. The postman was butted, too, but with the aid 

 of the hired man the buck was lassoed before he had done 

 any further harm and taken to the barn. 



