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fouiid in as bad or just a little worse case; for there astern, washed 

 in the same mud bath, is (he White Wings, obeying orders to the 

 letter— "Follow us." He afterward informs us very loftily, that 

 he tould have go* out if he had not trusted in such superior sea- 

 manship. 



The captain of the Viking now suggests running the anchor out 

 to windward; but tnat w. n't oo, for the dinghy is full of water 

 m the surf. 



"Poke her off," is the Deck Hand's idea, as he bravely puts his 

 shoulder to an oar, only to be washed off the slippery fore decK 

 by the next sun: and as he scrambles on Hoard his captain con- 

 siderately hands him an oilskin, which he puts on after removing 

 his boots to allow the water to run down properly. 



' The pleasures of boating," groans the Deck Hand, as bumped 

 aud bruisea, wet and cold, he gazes on his captain with a mutin- 

 ous eye. 



Matters begin to look serious, for the yawl's cockpit is under 

 water now, and each sportive sea as it washes over lets her drop 

 on the lumps of chalk with a ghastly thud that fairly rattles the 

 ballast. The rudder is thrown off tne gudgeons, while the damp 

 crew bud out a narrow cockpit is not the tuing for comfort when 

 on beam ends. 



"More, mistry," piteously sighs the Captain, and following his 

 disgusted gaze, the Deck Hand finds the top of the bank adorned 

 wilt) a bevy of sympathetic damsels in waterproofs, letting off 

 puffy little screams, apparently of delight, as each sea washes 

 over the crest-fallen Vikings. "Ahl what! Ho! To the rescue!" 

 Sunh, oil, Captain! Howl pams of joy, nh, Deck Hand ! Fear not, 

 but trust in old Fearnought, for there he comes, leading on a 

 trusty hand of other Fearnought inconipreheusibles, who at 

 once iorm a salvage corps and battle gallantly with the surf 

 for the dinghy sculls and floor boards and fire them wildly at 

 tbe v i kings, who get fearful bumps from them, the salvage corps 

 not being in practice at rolling objects. "Should have kept her 

 lull,' is old Fearnought's greeting, but the crew indignantly re- 

 tort that she is full— of water! 



Our trusty tf>r now plants a 20ft. spar in the lee channels, and 

 calling to bis band to^'lay along here," which thev do with a will 

 tbe yawl's head is hove off tue bank inch by inch; but it is no 

 light task, fis each wave bursts over her, trying to drive her hack. 

 Slowly, but surely, they train, until at last the boat's afloat. 



' Up sail!" "Bowse tack!" What a tangle ropes are in; mainsheet 

 uurove and jammed iu halliards, the anchor rope a petrified 

 manilla serpent , embracing everything un board; but this is not 

 the time to clear things, for we move, "in mainsheet!" "Now 

 we're off!" "No; what's that crashing astern?" The dinghy is 

 keel up dragging along the chalk trying to hold us back; but the 

 Captain rises supremely to the danger, for the knife that awes tbe 

 mutinous Deck Hand is raised on high; one Hash from the glitter- 

 ing blade and tbe dinghy is abandoned. (Curtain, alow music.) 



Teeth hard set. and nands holding on likegrini death to the uu- 

 rove mainsheet, we plunge clear of the point, under old Fear- 

 nought's parting benediction to "keep her full," and out into a 

 heavy squall that flings the stinging drift; into our faces: the sick- 

 ening sensation of the water on board as it swirls lore and aft 

 deadening the boat to every Pea. "We must bring up and bail!" 

 screams the Capt'n, and the Deck H. looks with approving eves. 



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last forever, aud at last the water is easier; so are the Vikings aud 

 prepare to clear the cable, the mud-hook is fished out from its 

 usual inaccessible berth— under the ballast deck, and bent on 

 "Ready?" "Luff, then!" "Now steady, we have a 7-knot tide to 

 deal with and deep water." "Get a turn before she feels it." "Go'" 

 Pay out smart; it holds," and with a rush aud swirl the cable is 

 like an iron bar, while the tide that seemed easy, now boils furi- 

 ously by. 



Down the Aviud echoes a yell, and there comes the Captain mak- 

 ing frantic signals. Carefully the Deck H. coils a rope, for the 

 White Wings is not able to bring up single-handed in this tide. 

 With unerring aim (Fenimore Cooper) the Deck H. casts the 

 coil on the little craft as it rushes by, and giving a hurried order 

 to make it fast, he eases his end and the White Wings is success- 

 fully brought up, to follow our example wit h the bailer and get 

 things shipshape. 



Now we can calmly consider, aud appalling thought— tile cabin! 

 With fluttering heart the D. Heck thinks of tins beloved camera; 

 is it waterlogged? Silently fie crawls in over water-sodden 

 clothes and stores. Joy! what cares he for damp clothes, for the 

 camera is hung upon the most high tabernacle above flood mark. 

 Gleefully he emerges to relieve tne aching back of the Capt'n at 

 the bailer. How slow ihe water lowers; suspicions of big hole or ab- 

 sent keel flash o'er them, but the keelson shows at last, and to make 

 sure the. last drnp is sponged out, and while they wait to try the 



ally would cure bis ease to a germ; probably the rolling of the 

 boat accounts for the more than ordinary dose prescribed, but 

 being good, it restores the old goodwill between the ciew. 



Hailing the White Wings, who signals back all readv and shows 

 a close-reefed mainsail with a guy on it, he is cast off. Now the 

 Vikings brace themselves for the struggle witb the mud hook. 

 Lay along cheerily, foot hy foot it comes in until up aud down. 

 Now comes the final struggle, aud after being threatened with 

 cutting, it yields With a rush that lands the perspiring Vikings in 

 the stern of the cockpit. 



Once more the canvas is hoisted and we rattle along Reed's 

 Island with 'he wind well abeam; but not for long. Too soon we 

 reach the end of the island, and afiea.d t he track is a misty stretch 

 of foaming breakers; plumped seas revel here with the wind 

 gainst tide. What care the Vikings, thev can't get any damper; 

 to luff, and into it they surge, keeping well to windward of their 

 consort, ready, ay! ready, to earn tbe Albert medal. But gallant 

 weather does the smaller boat make of it; thoughts of medals soon 



slide over the hHck anotner comes and venge.fullv curls over the 

 cockpit side in bulk. Pnew! The crew wiiggle the wa'er down 

 their necks, for they have to face every sea to hang on effectively. 

 Now a fre-h squall corr.es learning along, laying the canoe dow'n 



undecided, playing at seesaw with the steep waves that stop any 

 amount of way, and the thm edge of the idea enters the Captain's 

 head that a bigger boar mignt be better. Now t he float's abeam, 

 and a hurried council decides for running over the tail end of the 

 sand. Keeping away a point or two we make better weather of it, 

 and as tbe tide hurries us past the float the watch gives us a 

 warning hail not to stand on too far before squaring away. 



Square away it is. What a magic touch! Wind and sea lo=e 

 their spite, out how we roll! and the combers come rushing astern 

 only to fall on themselves and sink sullenly away, as we rush out 



smooth water and wind aft. 



What a course we have to take. Just a simple S performed in 

 a breadth of two miles to get into the Trent. How on earih did 

 the first en'erprisiug Viking find his way? The fact of tbe matter 

 is there were no commissioners in those days, so there were no 

 sands! Away under our lee the White Wings was pounding along- 

 what a time he has when ta king! Now she comes head to wind 

 and siops there a few minutes. While the Captain performs various 

 startling movements to get her tilled on the right tack. At last 

 she does it, and gathering way, is hid at times completely in the 

 spray. Tue only way we can solve the problem of his keeping 

 afloat is that all the water runs out over th» lee gun'i when she 

 lists, for we catch occasional glimpses of the keel. The Trent is 

 not far off, however, and that's a blessing. 



We are beading for the weather shore and feel the benefit of 

 the shelter. So once more we man the bailer, but the cold rain 

 Still keeps it lively, while the wind gathers into a fiendish squall 

 that tor a second upends the little Viking, only, however, to swing 

 np in the wind's eye and shake it scornfully out of tbe muslin; bnt 

 the long cold struggle is over now, for as the crew poer with blue 

 faces to leeward the Trent mouth is opened wide, losing itself in 

 the rain-blurred distance and raising a smile on their ram-stiff- 

 ened visages. They shout inch -run, "We've done ii!" "Up helm!" 



Ease sheets!" Blow winds! Oh! if the cockpit was only long 

 enough tor the D. Hand to relieve his feelings in a special horn- 

 pipe. 



But what is that strange craving that makes itself f eh? A 

 smoke! That's it. Out come tbe pipes, and what a picture of ten- 

 derness is the Captain as he folds the Deck H. in bis oilskin to 

 shield the match from the wind. Poor, poor Vikings of the past, 

 what a dreary lime it must have been without tobacco! Painful 

 thoughts, away, for actually the rain has exhausted itself. More 

 wonders, a little patch of blue breaks the gloomy sky; more, and 

 out bursts tbe suu. How we do boom along with the stern wave 

 high above the rudder head. 



htotes of tobacco, revivers, sunshine, and a fair wind in a fast 

 craft; what more does man want? Life is indeed worth living, 



let Daily Telegraphs rave as they please. How we could moralize- 

 but we won't. Hush, the Captain bursts out into song. 



Captain— 



(Music by Signar Decci 'Andi). 



Crew— 



Restless Vikings, bold are we. 



Loud calls the wind. 



Out on our eray and rolling sea, 



Leave peace behind. 

 Harvests of grain we toil not for, 



Leave that to maids; 

 Stores of Bilver and jewels galore 

 Are what we raid . 

 So what care we, 

 Hurrah for the sea! 

 The sea, the sea— 

 Crash! and the restless Vikings are feeling if their heads are on, 

 just a simple jibe. This innocent merriment is evidently not the 

 thing while running before this wind, hut speed is the' Viking's 

 idea, so out with a reef; a ticklish operation, hut care and it is 

 safely done, and the bit of steep bank literailv flies by as Burton 

 Stat her grows larger and larger ahead, its warm brown tiles wet 

 with the rain, glint cheerfully in the. sunshine, that sparkles on 



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playing over you, wbilo the music of the water foaming under the 

 bo ws, lulls you to dreams of coral isles, deep blue seas and ten 

 tonners— at least that is the Cap'ns style of thing. Deck If. works 

 for dear life at the tiller, making a flue art of dodging the bends of 



the river to prevent a jibe, a thing not to be thoueht of. Onward 

 rushes the tide and over the tide flies the Viking, while banks and 

 trees shoot dizzily past, until ahead looms the curse of Trent— 

 kid by bridge. "Up skipper, we must shoot it with mast down." 

 "Which looks the most, likely arch?" "That one?" "No! what 

 are you thinking of?" "There, that's the one." "All right, let go 

 the halliard." "Look where she is running to." "Now down witb 

 the mast." It is proponed, but th« mast strongly objects; force 

 fails, persuasion is useless, the crew feel the cold persperation on 

 their heroic forms, -and think their do»iu is sealed. Kram-mer- 

 tong! how the bridge rushes on. "Sbovo all you can." "Jerk it.' 



"Hammer P." "Now again so;" the bridge shows its dark shadow 

 he struggling Vikings as the craft rushes broadside on to its 



on tin 



rate; there is a sudden scrape and rai tie; the mast has yielded to 

 the Deck H., and fondly embracing i t is lying on his back, while the 

 Cap'n reposes on the top to prevent him rebounding overboard 

 (so he explains) and tries to soothe the breathless D H. with flat- 

 tering remarks about bis strength; but he only indulges in strong 

 remarks with the first breath he gets. 



But we. lose time! Up mast and sail! Nothing like arriving in 

 grand style, the Vikings let ambition out-vote discretion and 

 snake out another reef. Thev only speak in whispers, the pace 

 gives an icy touch to the blood at the thought of a jibe. The 

 Captain, alive to his craft's first appearance on these waters, 

 trims ropes and mops around generally, giving finishing little 

 pais to unruly coils like a sweet seventeen before going out. 

 leering ahead, he points to our destination, and as the Vikings 

 sec something while fluttering in the breeze, pull themselves to- 

 gether, sigh in vain for a dry collar, as with a swirling sweep the 

 craft rushes head to wind and tide alongside tbe bank, and now 

 the Deck Hand retires below, his watch and troubles o'er. 



A. C. A. CENTRAL DIVISION MEET. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



1 have just returned from a trip to Lake Chautauqua, where I 

 met F. for the purpose of selecting a camp site. W. telegraphed 

 us to go ahead without, him. as he could not come. With the 

 Lady Elsie— nee Flora— I landed on the dock at Point Chautauqua 

 Saturday morning, in a g,ile of cold wind and a driving rain. No- 

 body in sight but t wo small boys, whom I employed to move my 

 troods and chattels to a perfect camp spot under a large tree, at 

 the edge of the water, while I took shelter in a deserted boat 

 house and looked on. After everything was moved, I put up the 

 old awning as a shelter tent over the goods, and got underneath 

 myself and gazed at the surf coming in; my only comfort being 

 cigarettes. It reminded me of Lake Cbamplaih, Finally I got 

 my tent up, the wind having gone down, mv cot rigged, the goods 

 putm place, and then I cooked a substantial lunch of fried ham. 



some canoeing, and as the oil was out and the milk wanting, we 

 launched the Lady Elsie and paddled to the village of De Witt- 

 ville, some two miles distant, looking out for a camp site as we 

 went along. We enjoyed tbe paddle, for the water was smooth 

 and the wind at our backs. There were quite a number of ducks 

 about us, aud snipe along the shore, but we did not molest them. 

 After reaching the village, we obtained a supply of milk, eggs, oil 

 and fish. The fish were still alive, as they were just caught. We 

 put them out of their misery as soon as possible. F. is an elegant 

 hand at cleaning fish— how I hate it. On returning to our camp, 

 we counted our meat provisions, and began to think that we would 

 run out before we had fixed a camp site, so, as a duck was foolish 

 enough to get in our sight, I knocked him over without leaving 

 the tent. F. says it was a good shot. We had him for supper and 

 enjoyed it. Of course, we could have shot others, but we were 

 not on a shooting trip, and only thought of our stomachs when we 

 committed the vile deed. 

 The afternoon was clear, so we took a walk along the shore and 



potatoes and bread and butter, not forgetting a hot cup of tea. 

 A good sound sleep was next in order, for I was wet and tired. 



About five o'clock 1 awoke and found the wind blowing worse 

 than ever, and the rain coming down in torrents. No sign of F„ 

 and I began to think of leaving mv goods and starting for May- 

 ville. I could not get away, however, and just t hen the train for 

 Jameston came along, and F. made his appearance. We went, to 

 the tent and bad a good hot dinner of lamb chops, tea, ham, po- 

 tatoes and bread ana butter. Tbe cooking was done over the gaso- 

 line stove, which also served the purpose, of heating the tent and 

 drying us out. After dinner it stopped raining, and we made a 

 rousing camp fire by the side of the shelter tent. Every now aud 

 then a sputter of rain came down, but we stood it out and did not 

 turn in until one o'clock Sunday morning. On Sunday morning 

 when we turned out, it was still raining, but that did not prevent 

 us from taking a sponge bath in the clear water of the lake. We 

 both felt good after it, and enjoyed our breakfast. The rain soon 

 ceased and a fog settled down over the lake, but, as we came for 



finally found a spot admirably adapted for the camn Tt is ei B » T 

 ground with some trees, a perfect sandy beach (not mud) is with- 

 in five minutes' walk of the hotel, and yet is hidden from view 

 Our work was done; we made arrangements with the owner to eet 

 the grounds tor nothing, and to have fire wood and provisions 

 delivered at camp when called for; so we returned to camp cook?! 

 our supper; packed our tents aud goods and finally started for 

 Mayvifle m our canoe with smooth water and a bright moon 

 overhead. To say that I enjoyed the camp of two davi IS fri siv 

 but little We reached Mayville after a forty nrinSSdCanl 

 tSS 0n mfferent way9 ' onB t0 Pittsburgh and the other 

 Sometime next week a map of the lake, with the location of the 

 campsite marked thereon, will be sent to the secretaries to "the 

 various canoe clubs. We can make arrangements to have canoes 

 and kits delivered from trains running within two hundred fee 

 ot one end of the camp, and our camp will be an extra station for 

 canoeists only. Lorn a. 



A. C. A. MEMBERSHIP. -Atlantic Division: Dr. Joseph R - 

 Bomann, Brooklyn, N. Y.; Henry L. Harris. Passaic, N. J.; James 

 R. Lake, Washington, D. O; Major G. M. Bellasis, Plainfield, 

 Ont.; W. S. Kennedy, Montreal. Que. Eastern Division: Howard 

 Gray, Aaron S. Thompson, Cbas. D. Rolfe, Dr. Robert E. Bell, 

 Edward Ellingwood, Frederick C. Church, Albert E. Swapp, 

 Lowell, Mass. 



SOUTH BOSTON C. C— Owing to the Eastern Division meet 

 coming on May 30 and 31, at Haggett's Pond, the South Boston C. 

 C. has decided not to hold its race on May 30, not wishing to in- 

 terfere with the meet. Quite a number of canoes from South 

 Boston will be at the meet. 



Jjtnmvei[s ta (^amsyandmts. 



No Notice Taken of Anonymous Correspondents. 



T. A. T., Rbinebeck, N. Y.— Beatrix's number is 9,496. 



E. W., New York.— Write to Spratts, 239 E. 5ft th street, New 

 York. 



F. W. R., Chatham, N. Y.— The pointer dog Scott's Ned is not 

 registered. 



E. H. Woodeow, Columbus. O.— Letter mailed you at above 

 address has been returned uncalled for. Please send present ad- 

 dress. 



J. R., Woodstock, Ont.— We know of no paper that is devoted 

 •xclusively to spaniels. The address you wish is Mr. J. F. Farrow, 

 The Fountains, Ipswich, Eng. 



P. F.. Buffalo, N. Y. -A has a fox-terrier dog. B has a fox-ter- 

 rier bitch. B's bitch has five pups There was nothing said about 

 choice of pups when A's dog lined B's bitch. A and B want the 

 same pup. Who is entitled to first choise, according to custom? 

 Ans. A is. 



R. M. D., Lowell, Mass.— A and B have scored 139 in shooting 

 for prizes ana C has scored 137. I would like to know who is en- 

 titled to second prize; there are two prizes? Ans. In a rifle match 

 the two leaders should shoot off if the order of the shots does not 

 fix t heir rank. 



A. S. S , Ellisburg, N. Y.— Is the whitefish bore in Lake Ontario, 

 which is taken in seines, the «-ame as that spoken of in Mr. Pbin- 

 ney's article in Forest and Stream of April 24? Ans. Yes. The 

 common whitefish varies a good deal according to its supply of 

 food and the nature of the waters conta ining it. 



A. E. W., Union Center, Broom County, N. Y.— Will you please 

 tell me if theie is a bounty paid on hawks, and if so where shall 

 I go to get it? Is the county clerk's office the place? Will you 

 please tell me if there is any change in the partridge law. I un- 

 derstand there has been lately. Aus. No bounty on hawks. No 

 change in the ruffed grouse law. 



D. J., Detroit.— Can you inform me of any one who has wild 

 celery seed for sale, and if so, if any success has attended planting 

 the same from seed? If it has been successful I would like to pur- 

 chase some. Ans. We know of no one who has the seed or bulbs 

 for sale. The plant has been successfully introduced in certain 

 wafers. See back files of Forest and Stream. 



G. P., New York.— 1. Is there a Blooming Grove Park Hotel in 

 Blooming Grove Park, Wayne county, Pa.? 2. What are the names 

 of the two hotels situated on Lake Ariel, Wayne county, Pa.? 

 Ans. 1. There is a hotel in Blooming Grove Park, kept b>- the 

 Westbrooks, and one outside kept by the same people. 2. We do 

 not know. 



Htbrid, Mount Vernon, N. Y.— I visited Barnum's last week 

 and the thing that, interested me most was wnat appeared to be 

 a real whippet race with genuine Yorkshire whippets, and it did 

 me good to see this exciting and innocent sport. Why not intro- 

 duce it over here? Ans. Whippet racing has been introduced 

 into this couutry, and is pretty well established in some locali- 

 ties. 



H.C.R Washington, D. C.-Some of the shotgun tests that 

 you have been conducting woutd seem to indicate that American 

 wood powder, when loaded m shells for any length of time sav a 

 year or more, loses very much in strength and efficiency. Do 

 you believe this to be the cas- V Ans. Freshly loaded cartridges 

 are always to be preferred. Any cartridge loaded for a length of 

 time with whatever powder loses somewhat in efficiency and is . 

 not to be entirely depended upon. 



J&i&JP'i Har tford.— 1. Can you tell me of a preparation easily 

 applied to untanned skins (such as antelope, and deerskins) that 

 will keep moths oft ? 2. Do the terrapins found in New England 

 rivers resemble the Southern "red belly" eelible? 3. Will the 

 shooting of BB caps from a .22cal. rifle in any way injure the gun'' 

 I have been tod that fulminate of mercury attacked and destro ed 

 the rifling. Ans. 1. A saturated [solution of corrosive sublimate 

 in alcohol or water is commonly tt-ed for this purpose, but must be 

 handled carefully, as it is a violent poison. 2. Yes 3 No I 

 will make the barrel very dirty in a short time and requires fre- 

 quent cleaning, but will not eat the barrel. 



W. L. S., Attleboro, Mass.— I wish to stock a stream, which now 

 contains pickerel, pouts and perch, with trout. I control the 

 stream from the source to a dam of considerable height How 

 can 1 get rid of the pickerel, pouts aud perch without doing injury 

 to the fish in the stream below the dam? Ans. You will find it 

 extremely hard to get rid of these native fishes by any method 

 known to us. If the oottom is suitable for seining, a good min- 

 now seme will remove most of them. Tue only sure wav of des 

 troying them is to drain the bed of the stream by turning the 

 course of its headwaters, and this, we assume, is impossible in 

 your case. After destroying as many as possiole of the pickerel 

 etc., introduce yiarlmgs or two-year-old trout and they will 

 probably hold their own. 3 



Ferret, Mystic, Conn.— Rabbits are quite scarce here, owing to 

 the use ot U rrets by a tew parties, who constantly keep ferret* 

 and do not seem to conceal any part of their operations except 

 tne actual catching or killing by the ferret. Thev claim that 

 unless caught "reu-naudeo" the law cannot reaeb'them so the 

 ferreting goes on merrily « nough. The complamant-in-chief is a 

 workvngrnan, devoted to gunning whenever he can get time, and 

 must get it near home or else go without. Does not know the 

 law, nor where to learn ot it (many more like him). I am confi- 

 dent, the law can reach these ferreters, so am investigating to 

 that end, thus far without complainant's knowledge. Ans The 

 law is as follows: "Sec. 2519. Every person who shall make use 

 of terms tor the purpose of taking or destroying rabbits upon the 

 lands ot another shall be hned not more than $7, or imprisoned 

 not more than thirl y days, or both." v 



W. G. D., Whittles Depot, Va.-What is the best lure or bait for 

 enticing minks and beavers so they can be caught in steel traps? 

 there Uave been some trappers on Staunton River catching va- 

 rious animals, and pretend to sell the receipt for making bait; so 

 tar have not heard of any to whom they have sold being success- 

 ful in using it. Though they are successful in catching various 

 animals, I believe the, bait they sell is a fraud. They uretend to 

 self the same thing tor animals and fish. I have been among 

 the trappers of the upper lakes, but know nothing that i= uni- 

 versal; therefore you would confer a favor on a reader of vi ur 

 paper it you would answer these questions. Ans. It is quite pos- 

 sible that these men may have some good lure which they use 

 successfully but which may be entirely ineffectual m the hands 

 ot a man who does not know how to use it. In other words thev 

 may be trappers. The best "medicine" in the world will not make 

 a. successful trapper; he must know his busines-; then, if be has 

 a good medicine and is on a good ground, he Will take lots of fur. 

 Castorium, which comes from the castor glands of the beaver, is 

 the foundation tor all beaver medicine. Each trapper has his own 

 way or preparing it. and each thinks his own way the most effec- 

 tual. 1 he musk glands of the mink attract that animal and are 

 used effectively to lure it tuto the trap. We shall before long 

 publish an article, on " Winter Trapping," aud will give a recipe 

 for beaver medicine which we have found very effective and 

 which has been guarded as a close secret until now. 



Fob a. disordered Liver try Beecham's Pjj hs.-Adv. 



