FOREST AND STREAM. 



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'ymtaiiing* 



FIXTURES. 



JITLY. 



9. Toronto, Regatta and PaddUng 9-23. W. 0, A-Meet, OsTifeosTi,W)s. 

 Cup, Toronto. 15-30. Northern Div. A. 0. A. 



!i. Rochester, 2d Tropliy Race, Meet,La.keOouf,hiching,0an 

 TroDdeqiioit Bay. 23. Rocbester, 3rl Trophy Race, 



trondequoil Bay. 



4-2.5. A.O.A.Meet,WillsboroiighPt .27. Rochester, 4th Trophy Race, 

 6. iSpringfield, Cup, Springfield. Irondequoit Bay. 



15-20. A. O. A. Meet, race week, 

 WillsboTough Point. 



SEPTEMBER. 



3. Springfleld. Cup, Springfield. 6. lanthe. Annual Regatta. 



3. Brool£lyn,Vi8iting Cruise, Pas- 8, Roelie.«ter. Fall Regatta, Iron- 



saic River. dequoit Bay. 



3, Orange, Ann., Arlington, N.J, 



OOTOBBH. 



1. Springfield, Gup, Springfield. 



There la much sound sense in an editorial remarK of the New York 

 Herald, that "The only reason why there are not more carriage ac 

 <!idents than boating accidents is because horses have some sense. 

 There would be still fewer accidents in pleasure craft, canoes, yachti 

 and rowing and sailing boats, if those in charge of boating partii 

 knew how to manage a boat and to swim, and had the good sense to 

 keep sober, to take no one on board who was not sober, to avoid over 

 crowding and skylarking, to keep all hands seated low in theboat^ 

 allowing but one person at a time to stand up in entering and leav. 

 ing, to atiend carefully to the direction of the boat at all times, an 

 to carry no more ladies and children than there are good swicnmeri 

 to care for them in case of a capsize. As to canoeing, a person who 

 cannot swim should never be allowed afloat alone save in smooth 

 and shoal water; and no one should attempt to sail or even paddle 

 canoe who cannot divest*himself of part of his clothing and keep 

 himself afloat for a time if thrown suddenly into the water. It is not 

 absolutely necessary that a man should be a fast long-distance 

 swimmer, but he should be able so regain his canoe imder any ordi- 

 nary circumstances and to keep himself afloat for Ave or ten minutes 

 unaided. There are same accidents in which a much higher degree 

 of proficiency is essential to safety ; but in the great majority of cases 

 it is the first one or two minutes which count, before the speediest 

 of assistance can reach one. 



But four weeks remain before the opening of the thirteenth 

 annual meet of the American Canoe Association, at Willsborough 

 Point, Lake Champlain, and the time is short for such preparations 

 as remain to be made by clubs and individuals. Those who are not 

 members but desire to visit the meet will have but little time to file 

 their applications for membership with the Division pursers, as the 

 names must be published for two weeks before approval. Those 

 members who have not made up their mind will have to decide 

 qtuckly in order to get to camp early and with all duffle in good 

 shape. There is yet time for the various clubs to do much in the 

 way of inducing members to attend the meet and also to do so in 

 way that will reflect credit on their club. In each club delegation 

 an offleer should be in sole command, or if none of the regular 

 officers can attend, one member should be chosen to take command 

 of the club camp. By pitching tents together, setti'jg up a big pole 

 for the club burgee, and maintaining a neat and well-kept camp 

 members may do much to improve the appearance of the whole 

 camp, and to brmg credit to their club in particular. In club work 

 of this kind the "club bar," which has become entirely too promi 

 nent a feature in some recent camps, is not at all essential, and may 

 well be left at home. 



The early fathers of canoeing in America were noted for a ten 

 dency toward statistics and elaborate calculations which were abou 

 as truthful and reUable as the proverbial VYaterbury watch. One o: 

 them is still at it, as witness the following from the Baltimore News 

 "John IIa.bberton says there were not twenty canoeists in'the country 

 when he began to paddle a canoe twenty years ago. Now there are 

 20,000 of them who write their names 'in water' every year. John 

 Murray, of the Challenger expedition, says there are 32.3,000,000 cubic 

 miles of water in the world, so that there is still room for the paddler 

 to increase, even at the astonishing Habberton ratio." 



Apropos of John Habberton's calculation as to the number of can^ 

 oeists who write their names in water every year, the display of 

 bottles about the abandoned site of the various meets of the Associa- 

 tion and divisions suggests that there are not a few who use some^ 

 thing stronger, possibly ink or Vichy, 



Around Lake Champlain. 



The morning air was still cool from the shower of the night before 

 when my chum and 1 shouldered our packs and started for the rail- 

 way station at North Leominster to take the Western express on the 

 Pitchburg R. R. We were bound on a .summer's trip by boat and 

 afoot through the Lake Champlain region, with no definite point to 

 reach, for we mtended to go wherever fancy led us without troubling 

 ourselves to count the passing days. My chum carried an army 

 knapsack which had become dear to him by service on several such 

 expeditions, but I wished to economize weight and therefore carried 

 only an Indian pack, of which our httle shelter tent and my gray 

 camp blanket formed the basis. ' 



Once seated in the cars and disencumbered of our luggage, we fell 

 to talking over our journey, and refreshed ourselves with several 

 bottles of ginger ale. Away we sped through the cool morning and 

 hot noonday down into the fertile valley of the Connecticut and on 

 again up through the windinsr valley whence Deerfield River pours 

 down from the Berkshire Hills. Then we saw for a moment the 

 great, yawning mouth of the Hoosac Tunnel, and with a rattle and 

 roar the train plunged into darkness. Fifteen minutes later we 

 stopped for dinner at North Adams on the western side of the range 

 The ride from here to Saratoga was uninteresting, and we were glad 

 when, soon after crossing the upper Hudson and skirting the north- 

 ern shore of Saratoga Lake, the ti ain reached the terminal depot at 

 Saratoga Springs, and our journey had really begun. 



The roads were dusty and the heat suffocating as we tramped 

 along the country road which winds leisurely tdrouah a fertile 

 country toward Mt. McGregor and we were glad to stop heie and 

 there to rest in the shade or to picK the ripe, juicy raspberries which 

 grew in the valleys. By sundown our great camp pail was full of 

 berries and we thought it was about time to camo. We nitched our 

 tent in an orchard, on a hillside which sloped" gently" toward the 

 south, and got some milk for our berries at a neignboring farmhouse. 



I had just seated myself on the stone wall with my pail of berries 

 and milk on my knees, and was expatiating on the beauties of camp 

 life to my comrade, who was more modestly seated on a log wben 

 the stone under me rolled, and alas, my views of camp life were 

 somewhat clouded. Thus the first day ended, with a quiet evening 

 chat and refreshing sleep, disturbed only by the curiosity of some 

 horses which were pastured in the adjoining field. 



The days that followed were like the first. We visited Mt Mc- 

 Gregor and the cottage where Gen, Grant died. It is a spot of great 

 natural beauty. The surrounding country is generallv flat and 

 stretches away in a broad circle of green plain and woods snecked 

 with white villages and solitary farms, imtil the blue sky sinks to 

 meet it on every side. 



Then there was Glens Palls with its arched cave m the great sand- 

 stone ledge below the falls. This cave is the scene of the opening 

 chapters of Cooper's '"Last of the Mohicans," and as one stands at 

 the further opening of the passage and listens to the dull roar of the 

 falls and watches the great patches of foam go whirling past he can 



almost imagine that the centuries have turned back and that he is 

 witnessing the stirring scenes of the "Leather Stocking Tales." 



Other interesting spots were close at hand and we made our camp 

 one night near the shores of Bloody Pond in the gloomy shadow of 

 French Mountain. It is no wonder that the place has a dismal 

 aspect, for here occurred the massacre which has stained Mont- 

 calm'.-! name ui Kaglish memories. The garrison of Fort William 

 Henry bad surrendered to the French officer, and under a promise 

 that they would not serve again during the war were allowed to 

 return to their homes. But an they passed alonR the narrow trail 

 between the mountain and the pond they were attacked by the 

 Indian allies of the French, and being wholly unarmed were itiassa- 

 cred almost to a mau. 



It was not far to the southern end of Lake George, at Caldwell, 

 where Fort.s Williani Henry and St. Edward and the little Port St. 

 George gu.'irdPd the gateway from Canada until the final success of 

 England in 1759. 



We .spent some time around the shores of the lake and at last one 

 afternoon came back to Caldwell and boarded the steamer Horicon 

 for a trip down the lake. We got seats in the bow of the boat and 

 spread out our map of the lake in order to recognize the places of 

 interest. 



As we swung away from the pier the beauty of the lake burst sud- 

 denly upon our eyes. The water was clear as crystal, so that you 

 could look down into immeasurable depths, and stretched away to 

 shores where hrown rock and green clad hills rose .sheer from the 

 water's edge. 



Woody islands half concealed the entrance to innumerable bays, 

 the mam lake itself wound here and there among the hills, so that 

 it seemed at times as if we must sail through the mountain wall, but 

 at an unexpected moment a cleft would appear among the hills and a 

 new stretch of lake open before us. The spray that leaped from the 

 bow of our steamer tell back in the form of silver rain. Tlie water 

 was unruffled by the .slightest breeze. The green hills wore mirrored 

 in its edge and did not lose in color by the relleetion. Here and 

 there along the shore beautiful vdlas elistened on the hillsides, 

 while small hamlets clustered on the sliorn at points where there was 

 a good landing. Here we saw men fishing lazily from the wharf or 

 putting out in boats for more ambitious efforts. 



One. of the wildest spots wa.^^ Roger's Rock, a lofty precipice to 

 which no tree or plant can cling, wjiere he wlio gave the rock its 

 name leajjed to the lake to escape kis Indian pursuers. 



When the boat reached Baldwin the twilight was rapidly deepening. 

 After taking supper at the old tavern, we walked outside the village 

 and rolled up in our blankets on a grassy bluff which overlooked the 

 lake and its outlet. 



The next day saw us in possession of a good skifl* and bound on a 

 voyage down Lake Champlain. "It's all very vrell to cruise here," 

 said the good people along the shore, "but wait till you get down 

 beyond Port Henry; then you'll have lake enough." Well, we did in 

 time. But first we visited" the historic places in the narrow end of 

 the lake. The ruins of old Fort Ticonderoga stand on an old prom- 

 ontory between the lake and the river which connects lakes Geoi'ge 

 and Champlain. The garrison house, powder magazine and redoubts 

 are still In a fair state of preservation, and the hollow ways inside 

 the fort can still be traced. 



Crown Point was even a finer ruin. A strong earthwork incloses 

 eleven acres, and inside four large barracks, built of rough slate, 

 mark the limits of the old irarade ground. Two of these barracks, 

 though roofless, are still in good condition, and one is sure to notice 

 the great fireplaces which are built into the wall of every room. On 

 one of the walls is cut the inscription "G. R. (Gaorgius'Bex ), 1759," 

 with the broad arrow and St. Andrew's cross. It was probably cut 

 by some English soldier who wished to signify that the capture of 

 the old French stronghold in 1759 had made the spot forever English 

 soil. 



And now we were really on the broader part of Lake Champlain, 

 the only American lake that has a history. Before the Dutch had 

 settled at Manhattan or the Mayflower landed her httle band of 

 Pilgrims at Plymouth, as early as the year 1609, the waters of tbi.s 

 lake had been explored by the great French adventurer whose name 

 it bears. For 150 years the hostile troops of two great nations passed 

 up and down its valley. They left m their passage material for many 

 a legend, and one cannot travel long without hearing some story of 



on p eon ntrv ',5 ^'hprnin actpi 



our'country's "heroic age. 



One of the finest bits of scenery on this part of the lake is Spht 

 R-ck, the famous rocher fendu. The western shore is here a lofty 

 limestone cliff, gray m color, mottled and striped with iron ore. 

 The day of our visit was very calm and we were able to row close to 

 the cliff and look up at its dizzy height whfie we thought of the 400ft. 

 to which it .sank through the green water at its base. 



It was very pleasant to get up in the early morning, cook break- 

 fast, and row until it was time to go ashore for dinner at some farm- 

 house, then to row on again for a spell and go into camp about 4 

 o'clock. Two of our camping places were especially beautiful. The 

 first was on the shore of a shallow, sandy bay at the mouth of the 

 Willsborough River. Our tent .stood in a grove of pines which grew 

 a rod or two from the shore, and as we sat there writing tetters we 

 had a view of many miles of lake. Just about sunset we rowed up 

 the river a short distance, and, as the twilight deepened, floated 

 back with the current. The blackness and coldness of the river 

 water, the silent fligbt of birds overhead, and the dismal croaking of 

 frogs coming to us across the water, lulled us into a frame of mind 

 which was in keeping with the Sunday evening. 



One afternoon we were driven ashore by a squall at the mouth of 

 the Ausable River. After the sea had gone down we rowed to Tal- 

 cour Island and camped at the head of the little bay on its western 

 shore. Across a broad stretch of blue lake lay a semicircle of whi te 

 sandy beach, at the upper end of whicn stood a row of tall, spire-like 

 poplars resting on the background of the blue Adirondack hills. The 

 splendor of the sunset was added to this beauty, and we sat looking 

 out over the waters until darkness shut out the picture from our 

 view and it was time to roM up in our blankets and listen to the weird 

 night sounds until we fell asleep. 



In the bay, opposite our camp, Arnold's fleet was defeated by the 

 British in 1776, and when the water is low you can stiU see the skele- 

 ton of his flagship, the Royal Savage, near the rocky islet south of 

 Valcour. 



We had grown rather tired of boating, so from Plattsburg we took 

 a side trip into the lumber woods and the Northern Adirondacks. It 

 was a strange region, rarel,y visited by tourists. We went from set- 

 tlement to settlement along the old lumber roads, many nights com- 

 ing across deserted logging camps, and spending other nights in the 

 deep forest. 



One of our most striking adventures befell us on the very edge of 

 the "bush country." We had camped one night on the rough road 

 which leads from Purdy's Mills to Jerusalem and Jericho (tbis is a 

 bibhcal country, you perceive). The midgets were exceedingly at- 

 tentive that evening, and at last we decided to break camp" and 

 travel all night. We knew that it was five miles to the next cabane 

 but the midgets were more terrible than the journey in the dark 

 even though we had been entertained all day with bear and panther 

 stories by the natives. It was now tweniy minutes of nine, and 

 quite dark. 



For two miles and a half we stumbled along over a corduroy road 

 which was made up of tilting logs where they were not needed and 

 deep mud holes where they were. Suddenly we heard a terrible 

 scream in the distance. I looKed at Allen, and he looked at me 

 "That's a panther's yell!" I said. We increased our pace decidedly 

 In a few minutes the cry rang out again. This time it was nearer' 

 We grasped our hatchets and revolvers and started on a run. Every 

 few moments one of us would stumble over a log and go down with 

 a crash. Again the cry was repeated, and we immediately broke the 

 record for all short distances. 



We came to a cabane in the center of a clearing. All was dark 

 inside, but we knocked at the door. It opened, and by the faint 

 starlight we saw an old French lumberman. After a short parley in 

 French and Enghsh we were admitted. It was a rather ticklish situ- 

 ation, for we did not know what sort of a crowd there might be 

 inside. Some one lighted a lamp which burned a piece of porous 

 wood instead of a wick, and by its light we saw that the only other 

 occupants of the room were an old half-breed w^oman and a boy 

 some 18 years old. We concluded that It would not be well to tell 

 our real bu.smess in the country, and therefore passed as fellows 

 looking for a job at the lakes. The old Frenchman was very com- 

 municative, aod filled the evening with stories of adventure He 

 had taken us for Canadian spies at first, he said. Some years before 

 he had been concerned in the Riel Rebelhon and had hved ever since 

 m fear of the Canadian Government, 



He told how the game wai'den came up from Albany every year 

 and of a good joke he once played on him. It was winter and the 

 deer were "in yard" in the snow of a mountain valley. He got the 

 warden into one of the deepest paths and got an old buck started 

 down it, so that the warden barely escaped with his life. He told us 

 also of the murderer King who had been hiding in the "bush" for 

 four years, and of the fight on last election day when the Canucks 

 and Yankees laid out four Norwegians with clubs. He had a bitter 

 hatred for the rich and said that the people of the bush country 

 killed deer whenever they wanted them, but that when a rich fellow 

 cameupfromNew York his very guide betrayed him and got the 

 reward. & ^ 



We awoke after a refreshing sleep on the cabane floor. The lum- 

 berman was already stirring and we soon sat down to breakfast 

 which consisted of fried salt pork, eggs, bread and tea (without milk 

 orsugar). Our ho.st excused himself because he had no potatoes— 

 they were very high, and for his simple life a luxury. 

 We spent mmy pleasa;nt days tramping through the bush country 



and in Saranae boat or canoe upon the lakes, and among the pleas- 

 antB,st memories of our whole trip is that of the little whitewashed 

 log huts and the mongrel French of their kind hearted owTiers. For 

 these people are kind-hearted in spite of their rough exterior, and 

 many a man, in his rough, picturesque imagery, speaks of the deer 

 as the ■•wild sheep," and kills, not for .sport, but for hvehhood. 



Well, on Sunday morning we reappeared on the streets of Platts- 

 burgh in season to shock the worthy people who were stream mg into 

 the churchyard and a few hours later were again on Lake Cham- 

 plain. Our course lay to Lacotle, across the Canadian line. On 

 the way lay picturesque Point au Roche, jutting out with Imes of 

 green and brown from a low green shore. Of cour.se we saw the old 

 Albnrgh ferry as we returned along the Vermont shore and visited 

 Isle la Motte anrl its quarries. 



One moonlight evening we tried to row to Maquam, but our map 

 was at fault and we were saved from going out into Broad Lake only 

 by a chan(!e raeellog with n boatload of young people who invited us 

 to their cottage on the South Sister Island, Next day, however, we 

 reached Maquam, only to be detained several days by bad weather. 



Toward evening on one of these days of wailing we were swing- 

 ing lazily in hammocks on the crest of a bluif, which rose rocky and 

 covered with cedars on the western shore. AU day long dark clouds 

 had been scurrying across the sky and the sheep ha4 been running 

 on the lake, as the tret^h-water sailors say. But now the clouds lay 

 piled on the western Jiorizon, fitfully lighted by the embers of the 

 sunset. Wlieii first we noticed them they were in the shape of the 

 walls of some ancient city, with battlements and lofty lOM'ers, whose 

 softened lines su^'gested untold age. But as we looked the hand of 

 time was laid upon the city; great blocks of stone were dislodged, 

 rolled down and crumbled into dust. 



The walls opened and we saw a fair city with gilded domes and 

 minaret!^ and countless dingy roofs, while in the plain beyond a 

 deep blue mouuiain pointed toward the evening star. 



An unknown force breathed upon the cit,y and walls and roofs gave 

 forth a crimson glow. The heat Increased; palaces, temples and 

 hovels, all were fused in the vast crucible, the earth itself melted 

 away, and against the glowing sKy the sohtary mountain stiU kept 

 guard, the symbol of eternity in the midst of endless change. TQen 

 weu d form.s crept across the sky and sank struggling into endless 

 fiery depths, untd at last the fire seemed spent and all was black 

 aijaln. 



Slowly the cloud mass took the form of a massive human face. 

 Darker and more malignant it grew, ink-black, with eyes and mouth 

 and nostrils of fire, until on a sudden a terrible flash shot forth from 

 those bloodshot eyes, a look of inflnite hatred and cunning blended 

 with insufferable pain, searing its image into our memory forever— 

 the sun had set. 



After the storm w^as over we continued south, visiting St. Albans 

 and minor places along the shore. One Sunday we staved at Georgia 

 and attended church. A farmer had offered to hoard its if we would 

 let hira use oiu- boat. We ate "three loaves" and he caught "iwo 

 small fishes." 



I remember well how I took our skiff on my back across the Sand- 

 bar Bridge, and our visit to South Hero, and the evening row to 

 Burlington across the broad stretch of lake where the Adirondacks 

 and Green Mountains seem to meet at north and south. 



We spent some time ac Burlington and of course visited Shelburne 

 Farms, the residence of Dr. Webb, but our pleasantest visit was to 

 Ausable Chasm. We crossed by steamer to Port Kent and went by 

 rail to the chasm. The Ausable River plunges into this chasm and 

 flows through it in a channel from 5 to lOft. wide with walls which 

 measure in places nearly 200ft. For a part of the distance there is 

 good walking along the brink of the river, lower down tliere is a 

 trestle and hand-rail, while at the end is a wild boatride through the 

 rapids of the little canon. 



To one who has seen the great western canons and has looked up 

 from their sunless depths to the narrow cleft and strip of darkened 

 "ky where the stars shine at noonday, this place has but httle 



mg white sandstone walls rising ledge by ledge from the foaming 

 stream, with gnarled cedars growing on every shelf, which the song 

 of the thrush, and the sqturrel's chatter are heard above the gurgling 

 of the waters— this picture of life and suclight leaves a pleasaiu im- 

 pres.sion upon one's memory which is totally different from the awe- 

 stricken silence with which ha emerges from one of those abysses 

 where neither light nor life can dweU. 



Prom Burlingion to Ticonderoga we took passage on the canal boat 

 John H. Ireland, Oapt. Tom Kelly, Mate Tom, Jr. When we came 

 on board Capt. .Kelly was Just lamenting the deslruction of sixty 

 barrel-^ of beer, which had been seized and poured into the sewer by 

 the Vermont authorities. "Sixty barrel o' beerl" he said. "Sixty 

 barrel o' beer! Oh, Tom, me boy, there was many a good drunk m 

 that. Sure, they'd never 'a' dared to do it among the longshore 

 boys in New York. Sixty barrel o' beer! Sixty barrel!" He re- 

 peated this, mournfully shaking his head, at intervals all day long 

 The Ireland was one of twelve boats in the tow, lashed two and two, 

 and as we followed rapidly in the wake of our powerful tug, we haa 

 a good chance to observe the strange life of the canal-boatmen. 



We had spent part of the evening in the forecastle in order to 

 escape the chilly air, but about midnight we came on deck agala. 

 All was bustle and confusion m the tow, for they were preparing to 

 drop a boat at the iron furnace just above Port Henry. It was a 

 striking scene— the shouting and creaking of ropes in the pitchy 

 darkness and the weird, blood-red eye of the blast furnace glaring 

 down upon us and lighting up the black lake water. 



At Port Henry we lowered our skift' into the water and made fast 

 to a tow of twenty-five loaded boats bound for Whitehall. Our lake 

 adventures closed in a fitting wa.y when our skiff broke loose at 4 

 o'clock in the mornmg and was saved only by a rash jump from the 

 canal boat. 



We left our skiff at Ti, and after crossing the lake on the wheezy 

 old ferry, started for the summit of the Green Mountains. Our path 

 led us through the region which was the scene of Ethan Allen's ad- 

 ventures with the New York ofilcers, and to Lake Dunmore. a beau- 

 tiful sheet of water with a mountainous eastern shore, where the 

 great outlaw took refuge in a cave when they pressed him too 

 closely. 



From Lake Dunmore w^e passed down a beautiful valley between, 

 two ranges of the Green Mountains to Rutland, and thence up to Mt 

 Holly. The last two days of our tramp it rained steadily, so at 

 Ludlow we took the train, and rapidly descending into and down the 

 valley of the Connecticut, were again at Leominster, and had filled 

 the measure of our summer wanderings. W. R, Bitokminster 

 Malcbn, Mass. 



Arlington C. C. Annual, June 25. 



WEST ARLINGTON— PASSAIC RIVEH, 



The Ariingtou C. 0. held its first club regatta of the season on 

 June 25, and proved a decided success; the following events beins- 

 contested ; ^ 

 Event I., paddling, any canoe, seven entries: R. E. MoUoy, Redante 

 first ;^B. R. Room, La Tosca, second, tG. L. Crowell, Jr., Snake, third- 

 C.V.Schuyler, Meda. fourth; R. Ellis, Surprise, fifth: H. Frazer' 

 Zinga, sixth; F. J. Gibson, Joy, seventh. ' 



Event II., paddhng, tandem, open canoes, four crews: R. B, Molloy 

 and U. Frazer, Zinga, first; R. EUis and F. Gibsoa, Surprise, second- 

 B. R. Room and G. L. Crowed, Snake, third; 1. V, Dorland and O V 

 Schuyler, Meda, fourth. 

 Event lit,, paddling club, two crews of four: Meda, I. V. Doriand 

 ^e^iiylei-, R. Ellis and fl. Frazer, first; Soake, B. H. Room, R E 

 Molloy, C. P. Shepard and P. E. Brockway, second. 

 Event IV., padoling upset, four entries: C. V. Schuyler, Meda, first- 



B. R. Room, La Tosca, second; G. L. Crowell, Jr., Snake, third- C P 

 Shepard, Joy, fourth, i • • 



Event v., swimming: G. L. Crowell, Jr., first; B. E, Room, second- 



C. V. Schuyler, third ; C. P. Shepard, fourth. 

 The club bouse has recently been much improved in appearance as 



well as m utility by the addition of a large covered balcony over the 

 river. The club is now in a prosperous condition, its membership 

 having increased materially this season, and it expects to send a 

 delegation of at least six men to the A. C. A. meet. On May 28-31 a 

 cruise was made by a party of nine, from Chatham, N, J., down the 

 Passaic River, ana several members propose to repeat the trip on 

 July 4. The annual open regatta wfll be held on Labor Day, Sept fi 

 m the morning. A number of club races will be held through the sea- 

 son, the next on July 16, all canoeists being welcome. The club 

 house may be reached by the N. Y. & G. L. R R., from Chambersj 

 street, N. Y., to West Arlington, the afternoon trains running at 1:36 

 and 3:3-2. 



A. C. A. Membership. 



The following gentlemen have applied for membership in the 

 A. C. A.: Eastern Division— Say ward Galbralth, Kpringfield, Mass 

 Central Division— J. P. Nash, Albany, N. Y. ' ^ ^ , »=. . 



Canoeists who have attended the last two meets af the A C A 

 will learn with regret of the death of Mi-s. Schuvler, wife of c' V 

 Schuyler, of the Ariington CO., which occured on .June 30 Mrs' 

 Schuyler was a canoeist, a member of the A. O. A. and a lover of 

 P.^P She was a victim to consumption, a trip to Florida last 

 faU faUmg to arrest the disease, - ' ^ 



