Oct. 8, 1891. 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



241 



Small Yachts. By C. P. Kunhardt. Price $7. Steam Yachts and 

 Launches. By C. P. Kunliardt. PHce $3. Yachts, Boats and 

 Canoes. By C. Stansfield-Hicks. Price $3.69, Steam Machinery. Bp 

 BonaMson. Price $1.60, 



INTERNATIONAL YACHT RACING. 



A T tbe foundation of international contests lies the Amei-lca's 

 Cup. To it a debt is owed by naval science of incalculable 

 value. It bas done more than scores of industrious designers 

 could do if they studied their own work only and compared it 

 with similar types. And from this famous trophy we still look 

 for further influence in designing, and iu the development of 

 thought and practice in the noble art of naval construction. 



If the conditions that surround the tenure of this wonderful 

 cup be not such as to promote friendly international rivalry, then 

 let the duty and wish of every spirited American yachtsman be to 

 modify the "deed of gift" so that soon our transatlantic friends 

 may visit us again, and stir us to get better and higher work. 



Let us place the Cup within easy range of all the world, and if 

 it be lost we shall have gained untold times its value in incentive 

 to still greater improvement. Rut as we stand to-day as regards 

 the America's Cup, we can easily afford to be lenient, with a yacht 

 like the Gloriana to defend it, and a. corps of designers well at- 

 tuned to the "high pitch" of the requirements of yacht designing. 

 —Lewis HerresTioffi in Norffi American Review. 



A CORINTHIAN CRUISE. 



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WITH sundown came a breeze, and our sails once more filled 

 and we were oiT. After dark I lost my bearings and made 

 the mistake of taking Faulkner's Island Light for that of New 

 Haven. As the wind was extremely light and almost north, and 

 we due south of the above liglit, it was a long heat. How- 

 ever, just as we got our suppers and were beginning to admire our 

 night sail over tue now smooth waters, and watching the port and 

 starboard lights alternately as we changed from tack to tack and 

 noticing their light on our sail, wo were suddenly disturbed by 

 seeing the lights of another vessel off our port, bow, evidently a 

 steamer. She was comiijg dead for us and the wind too light for 

 us to cross her bows in time. Those on board must have seen our 

 lights, but they never changed their course, and as things began 

 to grow desperate the fog horn was vigorously blown. Ot! iiow 

 relieved were we to hear a voice from the darkness cry "All 

 right." and the course of the tug (as she turned out to be) changed. 

 I hailed them for information as to where we were, for I had an 

 Idea in my head that it must be Faulkner's Island Light we were 

 running for, but the only information I got was, " Vou'li find out 

 If you go in there much further." I was angry and alarmed, and 

 doubly so when I saw a barge in tow of the tug coining right for 

 us. Much further in and we would have suuck the hawser, but 

 the wind blowing a little stronger I put the helm hard down, and 

 as we ran off before it out of danger a cheery hail from the 

 ghostly looking barge cameiioating ovcrtous, "Look out. captain 

 ■we have six tows behind us," "Thanks," shouted f. "Can you 

 tell me where we are?" Again his cheery voice answeivd. "Ab-^ut 

 in the middle of the Sound, opposite Faulkner's Island." Thus was 

 my conviction strenghtened that we were running into danger 

 and resisting all importunities to make a harbor, I made prepara- 

 tions for a night on the waters of the. Sound. 



The reefs had long ago been shaken out, and we glided along 

 over the dark waters at a fair rate. 1 examined the charts while 

 my brother handled the wheel, and found to my satisfaction that 

 we could run all night on the marked course and not fall into any 

 trouble; that cotirse not changing from the time one enters the 

 Sound until between Sands Point and Stepping Stones Lights. It 

 is somehow always cold on the salt watej, and although 1 added 

 extra clothing while below, I never suffered so ranch with the 

 cold as that night. We had, too, to keep our eyes open for the 

 Sound steamers. Those we could tell by the throbbing of their 

 paddles while yet some distance away, and, although a steamer 

 is supposed to give way to a sailing craft, I determined to rake no 

 chances, and as soon as one appeared near us I changed our course 

 and ran due south for some of the twinkling lights along the Long 

 Island shore, and as soon as the steamer's port light disappeared 

 from my sight 1 resumed our course. Several times this maneu- 

 ver was gone through with during this long night, but we had 

 luckily no sailing craft to trouble about. These are more danger- 

 ous, i think, than a steamer, their movements being so silent. 



While I shivered and chattered over the wheel, the others slept, 

 although my noble little wife was uneasily calling tome to let her 

 come upon deck and assist, which I declined for good reasons. 

 Finally I awoke my brother, and committing the wheel to his 

 charge, showing him the course to steer and giving him directions 

 to call me in case a steamer came along or the wind freshened, I 

 went below and turned in for half an hour, and I don't know 

 when I enjoyed so sbort a time asleep as I did that, ft ismostim- 

 pressive this sailing by night, especially on moonless nights. The 

 stars peep down on the dark waters, framed in by the black out- 

 lines of the land, and seem to accentuate the loneliness of the 

 situation by their silent twinkle. It strikes one to hear them 

 twinkle would be a relief, if it were possible. The utter sense of 

 loneliness is oppressive. The wind fain tly sighing through the 

 rigging sounds like the breath of sleeping Night, and the faint 

 splash of the waters is most soothing and at the same time a lone- 

 some sound. The distant lighthouses, with their flashing lights at 

 intervals, seem like the wink of some giant's eye, who is having a 

 lot of sport over one's lonesome and dark journey over the waters. 

 Bah! (jive me the sunlight, give me a gale; but after dark I don't 

 want to sail. 



As daylight advanced it discovered to my view a mass of black 

 clouds iu the east, which disquieted me, but as we were off New 

 Haven I awoke our sleeping party to view the sunrise, only my 

 wife responding, and began to beat in for that port. Being well to 

 the west of New Haven, we coasted in as near as our charts an- 

 nounced it safe, and for such an ugly, unapproachable harbor we 

 did well. We lan m though a trifle too close to the breakwater 

 and took the ground, but a strong hreese from the east coming up, 

 1 brought ths boom amidship and laying well oyer we slid from 

 the treacherous mud-bank, and gliding up the harbor came to 

 anchor off the west sUore, but just out of the channel, which is not 

 very wide any where; a trifle out of your course and, plump you 

 go on a mud-bank, ^^'e came to anchor at 9:30 A. M., having been 

 sailing just 24 hours, and after breakfast all turned in for a hearty 

 sleep. 



Monday and Tuesday were spent at New Haven, which, in spite 

 of its hot and muddy harbor, we looked on as a veritable haven. 



Wednesday morning at 8:30 we set sail intending to make Hemp- 

 stead Harbor. The wind was light, but after getting past South- 

 west Ledge Lighthouse we found it a trifla stronger, and we were 

 enabled to bowl along at a respectable speed. The captain, mate 

 and crew felt well after their long rest, and much skylarking took 

 place from pure exuberance of feeling and spirits, and happily 

 the day passed till our misfortunes later put a damp on our ardor. 

 We soon arrived off Stratford Light. On looking around we 

 found Stratford Shoal Lighthouse, a solitary tower in the middle 

 of the Sound. 



It was now approaching dinner hour, but on looking into the 

 larder we found that unless we made Bridgeport, now almost 

 abeam, our dinner, supper and breakfast must consist of naught 

 but crackers and coffee. Tttis makes a canltal lunch when sail- 

 ing, but is hardly .stable enough food on which to work a yacht 

 for twelve or fifteen hours a day, and so we headed for Bridge- 

 port, while the Captain fell to work to study the harbor as set 

 down on the chart. While reaching for the above city we passed 

 ■numerous fishermen busily engaged, while their boats sailed 

 along with scarcely any guidance. We thought at first a yacht 

 race was in progress, and next that they had escaped from their 

 moorings, for a number of them looked deserted. We had a little 

 larush with one of the sloops, hut though they had the advantage 

 of a topsail we reached the red buoy off the shore first, and pass- 

 ing iu bPtweeu this and the light considered ourselves in the har- 

 bor. We were fooled n'cely. On passing the light set on a heap 

 of rocks either naturally or artiflciall? placed there we, iu accord- 

 ance with our chart, kept to starboard of the first beacon. The 

 second beacon, so said the charts, could be passed on either side, 

 and I foolishly, as there was no vessel coming in to follow, took 

 the port side, and while taking iu our staysail were made aware 

 of our mistake by a scrape and a sudden jar. We were aground. 



Aground again. I was mad. I iiried to lay the yacht over so 

 she would glide off to starboard, where by sounding with the 

 boat hook from our tender I found suflioient water. A fisherman 

 now arrived on the scene and informed raa that had I kept 8ft. to 



the starboard of the beacon I should liave passed safely. Bitterly 

 I lamented my mistake, also my error, in not going into the beau- 

 tiful harbor of Black Rock, just a short distance below, where it 

 is pleasant to lie. Fearing the stores would clo?e before we got 

 off, I sent my wife and brother to town In the tender and re- 

 mained to take advantage of the tide. The iide proving too slow- 

 in coming in I clapped on all sail, and trimming the sails all mid- 

 ships heeled the yacht over tmtil she began to make little hops 

 like a frog, but not to starboard directly for the beacon. After 

 having played bullfrog and leaped along the bar for some distance 

 until the beacon was unpleasantly near, I put the wheel hard to 

 starboard and like a fairy she glided off to port into deep water. 

 I ran up the river until I arrived at a place where I saw a couple 

 of yachts anchored, and then came up m the wind and dropped 

 anchor. Long before my wife and brother arrived I had all the 

 sails ftirled and everything snug. After leaving New Haven and 

 spending half a day in deep water and half on a bar we rested 

 once more in deep water. 



Friday. .July 3, we left Bridgeport about 13 o'clock. Our late 

 start was ovvintr to a warm oppressive calm which prevailed to 

 that hour. Owing to the light wind it was with some difficulty 

 that we at last got out of ;the harbor, but after passing Bridge- 

 port Light it breezed up a trifle from the southeast. From the 

 appearance of the sky it was plain to be seen that sooner or later 

 a squall would arise. We passed by the beautiful park situated 

 along the shores of the Sound, passed Fairweather Island Light, 

 the Penfleld Reef Light and tnen once more resumed our old 

 course. 



Starting so late in the day and wishing to be at anchor at sun- 

 down, we of course could not take a very long run. We passed 

 the group of Norwalk Islands, on the largest of which, called 

 Sheffield Island, is Norwalk Island Lighthouse. 



Upon tue Long island shore directly opposite is Eaton's Point 

 Light; this light has the prettiest situation of any along that 

 shore. From the surface of the water a yellow bluff runs upward 

 to the height of 80 or 90ft. Above this commences a green rolling 

 slope, on tne summit of which is btiilt Baton's Neck Lighthouse. 

 Thi=! is a stone towr 63ft. high, painted white with a black top, 

 tbe keeper's dwelling is also painted wliite and is remarkable for 

 the peotiliar appearance of its windows, which seem from the 

 distance to be black. The wooded slopes to the west of the light 

 make an admirable background of green, which throws the light- 

 house into bold relic. 



If was now beginning to look threatening to the southwest, but 

 as we wished to make Oyster Bay we still kept on our course. 

 When we had nearly reached Lloyd's Neck the storm came on so 

 fast I thought best to make for Huntington Biy, toward which a 

 number of working schooners were making for shelter. We ac- 

 cordingly began to beat our way in, but when about oiT East Point 

 the storm struck us nearly abeam, we heeled well over under the 

 furious blast, but hastily throwing her head to the wind and leav- 

 ing the wheel and mainsheet in charge ot my wife, I ran forward 

 and took in the staysail. 



Seeing it would take some time for us to beat into the bay ajid 

 n"t knowing how hard the wind might blow, I took three reefs in 

 the mainsail and set the No. 3 jib. Under this reduced sail the 

 wind, though blowing furiously, was powerless to harm us, and for- 

 tunately the rain had not yet commenced. It was now too dark and 

 stormy to give much attention to the chart, but the hastv glance 

 which I was able to give photographed it ou my m'nd. However, 

 a large three-masted schooner beating in for the same harbor 

 served as a guide, although they did not run very far in. We were 

 in as close to the dark and wooded shore as we considered was safe, 

 and dropped anchor in about 3)4 fathoms of water. 



We had no sooner furled the sails and made all snug for the 

 night, than the rain began to come down in torrents and tbe 

 thunder to grumble and the lightning to flash almost incessantly. 

 It was a strange and oppressive sight. The shores surrounding us 

 looked like a great wall of darkness, faintly relieved here and 

 there by the twinkling lights. Lloyd's Harbor Light flashing at 

 regular intervals was palled into insignificance by the tight from 

 the black, stormy skies which flashed almost as regularly. The 

 wiud blowing like a solid wall past the yacht set the rigging to 

 humming and slapping against the mast. 



How good it seemed to be in the tight cabin of our trim little 

 cruiser enjoying a good hot supper, while the wind shrieked out- 

 side and the rain fell in sheets. We were all tired and sleepy 

 after having faced the strong wind from the time the gale began 

 till we arrived at anchor. And though compelled to be up several 

 times during the night iu order to see that we did not drag anchor 

 and that everything was right, I, as well as the rest, was heartily 

 glad to turn in. 



Early tne next morning we awoke to find the storm exhausted 

 and the sun shining. The ■wind was due west and blowing pretty 

 8'*rong. We determined to attempt the pa'isage, and by nine 

 were under way. An exciting race with a sloop yacht followed 

 until we arrived in the Sound. Had we a topsail we would have 

 beaten her, but as it was we hung right on to her quarter until 

 we changed our courses, she reaching for Oyster Bay and we for 

 the north shore. 



We were soon reminded that it was the Fourth of July by the 

 numerous flags displayed by the working schooners and steamers 

 and by the .sullen roar on shore of cannon. We soon had our 

 ensign floating on tfie wind at the peak, saluting it as it arose by a 

 discharge from a revolver. Our first tack brought us over to the 

 Cows, but when we came about we lost nearly all we made. We 

 tacked across and across the Sound until 3 or 4 o'clock, wlien I 

 determined to make Captain's ttarbor. We had a great deal of 

 difficulty getting around Greenwich Point. We could have passed 

 the point easy enough, but off the shore there is a red buoy, and 

 between that and the land it is not safe to go. We finally slid in 

 between the red and black buoy, though seriously interfered with 

 by squalls about every ten minutes, and made for the Indian Har- 

 bor Hotel, off which we anchored about 5 n'elock. 



We found quite a fleet there. Tbe Veto, Magic, Nimrod, 

 Loando, Stella, Diana, and later Nirvana. We were enabled to 

 enjoy tbe scenery around us on account of our early anchorage. 

 The hotel, situated on a rock extending into the water, rocky 

 islets on all sides, the steep, rocky shore to the west crowned by 

 farmhouses and waving crops of grain, and off toward tlie south 

 Great Captain's Island Light, situated on (a-reat Captain's Island, 

 which is composed of two green hills about throe-quarters of a 

 mile apart united by a narrow strip of land. On the western or 

 higher part of the island is the liehthouse, a gray dwelling sur- 

 mounted by a white lantern. Between Great Captain's and Little 

 Captain's Islands is a chain of dangerous reefs. We lay around 

 that evening on deck until after 13 o'clock watching the beautiful 

 display of fire-works against the black background of the sky, but 

 that hour found us ready to turn in. 



Sunday, .Inly 5, we lay over enjoying life, and Monday and 

 Tuesday we were compelled to stay on account of a fierce gale of 

 wind from the west. One yacht lying near us on attempting to 

 get under way, with three reefs in mainsail and small jib, was 

 whirled round and round till she finalfy got under headway, and 

 scudded off like the rockets on the previous day. 



Wednesday opened fine but with no wind. Toward noon it 

 began to breeze up, bringing with it clouds which threatened rain. 

 However, we got under way about 13 o'clock, and bidding our 

 friends adieu as we passed, continued on our cruise toward New 

 York. With a light southeast wind we ran out past Great Cap- 

 tain's Island and Parsonage Point into the now narrowing Sound, 

 and resumed our old course. We were soon off Hempstead Har- 

 bor, a good broad place, capable of sheltering a large number of 

 vessels, and next passed between Sand's Point Light and Newton 

 Rocks Light, where we cVianged our course to S. by W. 'aS. We 

 got safely by Gangway Book, Barker's and Hewlitt's Points, but 

 had no sooner passed Stepping .Stones Light than rain began to 

 fall, but luckily the wind came up a trifie stronger, and not desir- 

 ing to lose such a favorable breeze we tacked by Throga's Neck 

 and started up East River at a good gait. A number of vessels 

 were also taking advantage ot the wind, and I suppose all joined 

 with me in my prayer that it would last us through Hell Gate. 

 We arrived at the last mentioned place in time to take advantage 

 of the tide, but we had only got into Little Hell txate when puff 

 and the wiud was gone. A slight wind came up later from the 

 northwest, but it was too late; the tide had turned and was 

 stronger than the wind. With much reuret, therefore, we turned 

 the yacht's head and retraced our course to tne Knickerbocker 

 Y. C. moorings, where we were going to anchor lill morning, but 

 they kindly granted us the use of moorings for the night. We had 

 no sooner aU sail furled than the rain oegan to drop in torrents 

 and we sought the shelter of the cabin. Later a lerriflc wind 

 arose, causing us and the boats around much difficulty in keeping 

 our anchor lights lit. 



The next morning we were up early, but had missed the tide, 

 and so had to await its pleasui-e. About 11 o'clock, the wind being 

 fair and strong, we started on our way through Hell Gate. Tack- 

 ing from side to side avoiding the rocks, we passed through, nar- 

 rowly missing Flood Rock or the dredger stationed there, which, 

 as the rock is removed, now remains to endanger vessels passing 

 through. No sooner M'ere we off Blackwell's Island than the 

 wind again became so light as to barely move us. The tide luckily 

 was ebbing and going our way, so, keeping out of the way of 

 boats, rocks and wharves, we drifted down the east channel and 

 down the East River till we again caught a breeze somewhere 

 above the Brooklyn Bridge, and passed under that mighty work 

 of genius with good headway. Making our way arpund tbe Br^ofe. 



lyn side, we came to anchor about 3 o'clock off the foot of Twenty- 

 ninth street. 



Here we lay for three weeks, making an occasional trip to the 

 Hook, lying off the beautiful Highlands and in the Horseshoe, 

 making our cruise just seven weeks. A more glorious time I 

 ne'ver spent, and when I put the yacht in a hasin for the winter 

 and with solemn services lowered her flag and put her outof com- 

 mission for this year, we all made up our minds that our next 

 crui=se should bo longer still. L .1 S 



PHILADEfvPHIA, Pa. 



STEAM YACHT RACING. 



THE progress of steam yacht racing for the past five years has 

 not been so rapid and prosperous as to give cause for satis- 

 faction to the friends of the sport, the amount of talking and 

 writing having always been very large in proportion to miles 

 steamed over regular courses; but the failures of previous seasons 

 sink into insignificance beside the fizzle which comes as a finale 

 to the discu.ssion and agitation that has been inflicted on a help- 

 less public for the past two months. 



Tbe American Y. C. has made a vigorous effort to establish 

 steam yacht racing on a permanent and satisfactory basis; it has 

 held several races; it has now the most costly cup ever offered, 

 open to international challenge; and it is ready at all times, as is 

 shewn in the present instance, to give prizes and carry out all 

 arrangements for any parties desiring to race. Since its organi- 

 zation in 1883, the club has done all that was possible to encourage 

 and promote racing. 



Unfortunately the few races which have really taken place have 

 not proved entirely successful, and of late it has been very evi- 

 dent that steam yachtsmen, with possibly one or two exceptions, 

 do not wish to race, and will not start their boats. For several 

 years no annual race has been held, and the one announced for 

 last .luly, and for wliich a number of yachts were reported as en- 

 tered, was postponed from the original date on account of a fog, 

 which has not yet lifted, from all appearaces. 



So far as the regular fleet of large steamers is concerned, it is 

 an indisputable fact that they will not race, and tbe reason there- 

 for is not hard to find. No boat that is steaming about for season 

 after season with a 30-knot chip on its shoulder is going to venture 

 anywhere near an accurately measured course of 90 nautical 

 mileB, with a chronometer at each end, and the inevitable cer- 

 tainty of a published record of 13 to 15 knots in cold type. 



There is a very wide difference in the standards of speed of the 

 steam yachtsman and the sailing yachtsman. The standard of 

 the former is absolute: he takes the best recorded time, of 37 knots 

 or more, and calmly asserts that his own craft is good for, say, 1.9 

 to 26 knots, according to circumstance. The sailing yachtsman 

 has, very fortunately, no speed records and no absolute standard, 

 but everything is relative. He may assert mostunblushingly that 

 his craft can beat Volunteer, Gloriana or Minerva, but he does 

 not at the same time claim a speed of 15 knots as her regular per- 

 formance, and consequently is not afraid to race her at all. There 

 is a polite and pleasing fiction about the actual speed of steam 

 yachts which would certainly be dispeUed by racing; and it is not 

 to be expected that owners as a rule will make a sacrifice of their 

 boats on the altar of science. 



So far as the larger craft, which are really built for other pur- 

 poses than speed, are concerned, this does not matter much. 

 While much might be learned from systematic and constant 

 racing, there is still an unlimited field for improvement in the 

 thorough study of the boats in their usual work of cruising and 

 ordinary fast running, and nearly all the intricate problems of 

 steam engineering and marine propulsion can be studied as well 

 under these normal conditions as under the special ones incident 

 to racing. Steam yachts are now so numerous, and the rivalry 

 between different owners and crews is so strong that more or less 

 competition exists without the aid of the set races and prizes 

 which are necessary in the case of sailing craft. 



There is, however, a type of steam yacht to which real- racing 

 is a necessity, the craft of 50 to 100ft. length and built exclusively 

 for speed, other considerations being for the most part neglected. 

 A number of these yachts are now aoout New York, the Norwood, 

 Vamoose, Now Then, Yankee Doodle, Javehn and others less 

 known, and their performances, or ratner promised performances, 

 have been kept before the public for two months, until the very 

 name of steam yacht racing has become odious. 



There is no question that all of tbe boats mentioned are verv 

 fast, some in all probability are capable of making a very credit- 

 able record, aud a hona-fiflc race with three or four starters would 

 be of interest to yachtsmen and to the general public, and pos- 

 sibly of real value from a scientific standpoint. From all appear- 

 ances, however, there is no probability of such a race taking place, 

 and the matter is apt to end as it begun, in idle boasts and point- 

 less correspondence. The miserable fiasco of last week, of which 

 no plausible explanation has yet been given, is enough to throw 

 discredit on the whole proceeding, but it is only one of the many 

 obstacles and hindrances which have arisen. 



For some time these flyers have indulged in the safe and inex- 

 pensive pastime of racing various passenger steamers engaged in 

 their regular traffic, and when this amusement palls, a series of 

 negotiations and correspondence follows. When matters have 

 gone so far that a race is actually arranged, the real trouble be- 

 gins; one boat breaks down when after a year's preparation she 

 is on her way to break the record for one mile, another certain 

 winner cannot procure a license in time, a third flyer has lost her 

 owner and cannot enter until she finds him; while to cap the 

 climax, when every obstacle is removed, and a race seems inevit- 

 able between two yachts out of the lot, a mysterious boy pilot op- 

 portunely turns up from nowhere in particular and wrecks one of 

 the contestants. 



The conduct of one of the parties, the owner of Vamoose, has 

 been dignified and sportsmanlike throughout. His yacht has been 

 ready for some time, and he is evidently anxious for a race, his 

 latest offer being a start of five miles to any other Herreshoff 

 yacht over the 90-mile course. Unfortunately he is the exception, 

 and the conclitsion is forced on one after reading the nonsense 

 that has filled the daily papers that most steam yachtsmen would 

 rather talk than race. 



In all that has been published there is absolutely nothing of 

 technical value, or of other than personal interest: all discussions 

 of triple or quadruple expansion, composite construction, pitch 

 and form of screw, and forced draft, have been lost sight of in the 

 presence of questions of ethics and etiquette; whether the cook of 

 tbe "Git Thar" was justified in inviting the steward of the "All 

 There" on board the former craft; what is the private opinion of 

 the owner of the "Move On" regarding the designer of the same 

 boat. The fact that the "Stay There" has broken a gauge glass is 

 exploited at length in the daily papers, with diagrams of the 

 break and portraits of the crew; while the bumping of the "No 

 Where" against a pier head, w\ih ttie loss of a little paint, calls 

 for big headlines and several columns of correspondence. The 

 correspondence is. by the way, one of the most remarkable fea- 

 tures of the entire show, amounting in the aggregate to a "Steam 

 Yachtsman's Complete Letlerwrittr." 



Taken as a whole, the sensation that has been worked up by 

 owners, crews and the daily papers is not racing, is not yachting, 

 and is discreditable to all concerned. 



If steam yacht racing is to be restored to that position which it 

 has certainly lost of late, its friends must put a speedy end to one- 

 sided trials of speed against boats which are not racing; to irrele- 

 vant and sensational correspondence and idle challenges, to inter- 

 views and assertions by irresponsible employees; and, above all, 

 they must show at least one bona fide race in which someone 

 shall win and someone else shall be beaten without crying about 

 it. 



KILL VON KULL Y. C. Oct. 3.— On Saturday a special sweep- 

 stakes for $100 each was sailed betwe en the four catboats Bon Ton, 

 Ges So, Torment and Shore House, under the management of the 

 Kill Von Kull Y, C, of Staten Island, The course was ten miles 

 to windward, down the Bay, from Robbins Reef Lighthouse, and 

 return. When the race was started, at 13:43 P. M., the wind was 

 quite fresh, and the Ellsworth boat Ges So, sailed by Capt. Joe 

 Ellsworth, was over canvassed. The times were as follows: 



Start. Turn. Finish. Corrected. 



Torment 13 42 10 2 20 1.5 4 ^lti 44 4 04 34 



Shore House 13 43 27 3 29 58 4 47 -35 4 04 40 



Ges So 12 43 1.5 3 40 05 4 54 36 4 06 25 



Bon Ton 13 41 45 3 35 36 4 61 43 4 03 38 



Bon Ton beat Torment 66s., Shore House Im. 2s., Ges So 2m, 473. 

 LARCHMONT Y. C— The final race at Larchmont took place 

 on Oct. 3 between Viator and Rebecca, the times being: 



Start, Finish. Elapsed. Corrected. 



Rebecca H 35 00 6 02 61 6 37 51 ti 27 51 



Viator 11 29 45 5 ;;3 d4 6 43 09 6 40 09 



The clam bake and entertainment in the afternoon and evening 

 closed the season. 



OWEENE.— The firm of A. B. Turner & Bro., brokers, of Bos- 

 ton, of which Mr. A. B. Turner, owner of Oweene, is the senior 

 member, made an assignment on Oct. 2. Oweene has finished her 

 racing and Is hauled ttp at Lawley's. 



GANNET, yawl, recently sold by Mr. Morgan, Is the property of 

 Mrs, C. A. Prince, wife of tl^e half owaer of jBeatris. \ 



