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The anchor M-atch was set. the cabin lieht turned low, and from 

 each bunk issued sounds of sleep— sounds that banish slumber from 

 the newcomer until be becomes accustomed to the batteries. 



"B-e-l-o-w there! Tumble out, boys." 



It was Captain Jimmy's voice, and the boys didn't lie abed after 

 that summons. 



How often has the bsauty of such a dawn as this been written of, 

 and how often the flowery sentences have failed to convey one part 

 of the pleasure enjoyed by him who watches it from ship or shore. 

 The sun has not yet risen, the east glows a soft pink, and tue long 

 rollers, reflectiDK the glory, glide under and on. Then the isolated 

 flecks of cirrus cloud turn golden and in a moment rises the sun. daz- 

 zlingly clear, not dull red throixgh a night mist, as it comes on some 

 autumn mornings. Us rays touch the patches of hoar frost on the 

 deck and bulwarks and they are gone. 



Breakfast over the dories are hoisted out. Two lines and a box of 

 chum is the complement of each. "You go along with Bill," quoth 

 the captain; "he'll show you how to horse fish if there's any 

 around." 



Along with Bill I went. There ai'e fish along the coast called men- 

 haden or ''bunk' rs," as the fishermen dub them. They travel in 

 enormous schools, so closely together that- "bunker" steamers often 

 capture two and three hundred thousand with one circle of the purse 

 net. Chum made of finely cut up "bunker" is au attraction almost 

 irresistible to Che salt water pirates— It proved so this morning cer- 

 tainly. Scarcely ten miuutes elapsed before we had a school follow- 

 ing np the oily bait, and then the fun couimenced. No whirring reel 

 and bending rod here — no wild rushes until the line is almost gone. 

 Their voracity is whetted, not satisfied, by the tiny bits of chum they 

 get, and following up the scent one of them sees a larae piece and 

 rushes. Bill's bare brown arms move back and forth with the swif 1- 

 uess and ptecision of piston rods, never missing a grasp vtpon the line. 

 Professional fishermeh never use a barb on their hooks; it would 

 occupy too much time in releasing the flsh. To ease an instant on 

 the liii'e when haiding in would mean, nine times out of ten. liberty 

 for the fighting Slbs. at tbe end. 



Unnoticed a. thin mist crnpt in and soon the sunlight grew dimtner 

 and faded. The wind fell to a gentle air, retaining Just strength 

 enough to iill tde sails that now and again sHppad across the mystic 

 circle. It became denser. Once or twice sounds fiom yachts outside 

 our ken came to us with startling distinctness. 



"I don't jas' like the look o' things ter sou'ard," said Bill as we 

 werepuHing away toward the schooner, -'kinder looks like hard 

 weather.' As usual Bill was right. 



There are some natures whose Innate purity is imassailable, jio 

 matter how low the class with whom they are force! to associate. 

 Far be it from me to hint at aught that would reflect upon those who 

 man our fishing smacks— a finer, more open-handed crowd of fel- 

 lows can be found nowhere. And yet there is a certain coarseness 

 coming from the hard character ot the work that Bill had escaped. 

 He was still as luanly and Kind-hearted a fellow as when he left the 

 Maine coast, years ago. 



The glass was settling rapidly. Extra lashings were put upon the 

 dories and everythmg made secure. The furled foresail was flrral.y 

 lashed, and before Captain .Timmy went below he satisfied himself 

 that the deck was sbipshape The commencement gave no wai-iiing 

 of future power unless the moui'Dful bell buoy foretold "prepare!" 

 Now clear and higb, then dull, almost inaudible, its notes drifted fit- 

 fully in over a gray, white-capped sea. How intensely lonely and 

 sad the sound is only those tvtio have lisi ened to the dings can know. 

 It rang in my ears as 1 turned in. Shrill3'- the wind treble on the 

 shrouds increased notes of danger, yet possessing a fascination to 

 those who go '-(iown to the sea." 



At midnight all !Tandi5 were called. The Shearwater was driving 

 before the ol.^w liij-ougb a blackuKs, relieved only by sullen breaks 

 of phosphoreseiire. VViib difificulfy could the eye trace outhnes of 

 the schooner forw ird of iiie mainmast. The binnacle light shone on 

 ttee .'^kiprej 's cocJ. determined face, bringing it out with strange 



T>BT£8. B. WALT HER, 

 Zettler R. C. 



shaii:)ne3s. It was the only spot of light and the eye unconsciously 

 ought it for relief. Every man was alert and anxious. 

 ■'Would we weather Montauk Point." was the unspoken question 

 each asked himself. The mnd held almost sou'east, the schooner's 

 head could not be held much closer than nor'east and make any 

 headway against the seas that came tumbling aboard over the 

 weather bow. If we were far enough to windward, all right— if 

 not— 



And so we drove onward into the "jothingness, almost in the trough 

 of the sea. The shriekiua: wind and wdd bounds of the little fifty ton 

 schooner before the bursts of foam shooting out of its darkness on 

 our aft quarter: the blackness, the strangeness forced my thoughts in 

 a channel of unreality. Like some remnant of an uneasy night it 

 seemed— the actual expression of a nightmare. The tension increased 

 Three of us had gathered in a knot forward, peering ahead 



"Thar it is— dead ahead!" yehed Bdl above the roar, almost the 

 Instant Captain Jimmie"s command came, forward. 



"All hands flatten the main sheet,'" and she was laid up closer into 

 the wind. Were we making any headway / The light was growing 

 brighter on our lee bow. "Would we weather if? More than one 

 glance sought the broad-shouldered figure, faintly illumined by the 

 bmnacle light. 



We did weather the point, scraping over the inside bar on the rise 

 of a sea. and as soon as we had made a lee all hands turned in with 

 an unexpressed sigh of relief. With both anchors down the Shear - 

 water sung to sleep, careless of the blasts piping through hsr ton 

 hamper. - 



Day above the reach of blue and thin strip of beach. A dawu of 

 crimson and gold— so radiant, so glorious and free; bringing with it 

 a regret that such beauty cannot always be. C4raduallv the ereat 

 rays of roseate color faded-isolated islands of cloutt, detached by 

 the remnant of last night's gale, swept overhead below a deep 

 cerule^an sky. trom the cross-trees I saw the stately three-masters 

 ploughing along through the maze of light diamonds.' To us the sim 

 path quivered and afar, beyond the dunes stretched away the sea 

 "dhmitably sparkhtig." The light along the ocean's rim softened— 

 the angel had ktssed the waters and was far on her way westward 

 cari-ymg beneath her broad wings the never ceasing glory of oer- 

 petual sunrise. & & j 



From over the dunes came to me the music of surf upon the Ne- 

 peaque shore. 'Twaa as irresistible as the siren's song. Perhaps I 

 might pick up a few strascgiers from the vast army of plover that 



yearly pass along this lovely coast. This hope decided the question. 



Bill helped me put my gun and ducks into the dingy aud rowed 



ashore. A stage runs along the windy road between the Hamptons 



and Montauk Point. We sat down to'lee'ard of a dwarf cedar and lit 



our pipes, waiting for it. 

 "Bill, don't you ever wish yourself back in your Maine home?'' 

 He looked at me sadly and'his clear eyes softened. "My home." he 



repeated musingly, "I haven't had such a thing since mother died. 



That was years ago. I left home then and haven't been rear the 



shore again '' The steidy sound of the wind against the dense foliage 

 overhead filled the air and the distant roar of surf came like au eclio. 



"Thar aint much ter my yarn, either,'" he added, after looking 

 away a few moments, "only what happens ter many a feller. I never 

 told any one— the crowd I go with don't bother much about such 

 things. You're different somehow. Of course thar's a gal in it. and 

 sometimes I wonder if I did right. I never said anything to her, but 

 sue must a' knowed. 1 was on a 'bunker' then, an' "we had only been 

 in a couple of days. I had ^eea her once and she had promised to 

 meet me that evening at ther corner of the orchard. The fence was 

 high an' it were growiu' dusk as I got thar. Her father may not have 

 seen me and maybe he did. Heard him say something 'boiit a 'mack- 

 erel catcher." Told her all the next time we met an' she said she 

 could not disobey her father. Guess it's 'bout as well. 1 don't blame 

 her for not caring for a 'mackerel catcher,' though she might have 

 made more out of me. 



"There"s the signal," pointing to the Shearwater, "the captain's go- 

 ing to make sail. Good-bye, I hope we'll meet again," I watched the 

 boat pull away, and thought I saw a bit of a handkerchief fluttering 

 astern as the schooner wore to sea. 



Perhaps a pair of gudish eyes look up the road in that distant town 

 hoping against hope for a glimpse of a broad-shoiUdered fellow 

 against the .sunset light. Who Knows? Warm hearted, gritty, hand- 

 some Bdl. The fi'iendship o£ such a man is truer than steel. Could 

 liis love be less so? 



The Shearwater was a speck upon the horizon when the stage hove 

 in sight over a "sand wave.'' Eex B. 



Steam Yacht Racing. 



The first steam yacht race on L%ke Michigan took place on S^pt. 

 17, with the following entries: Buena, by the Buena Park Club; 

 Alcyone, H. F. Batch; Wilber, M. D. Wither; Cricket, Charles P. Wil 

 lard; Now Then, Edwin P Jaquith; Clarksdale, Wallace Clark: Bonita. 

 W, .1. StefEens. The times are: 



FIRST CLASS, 27 MILES. 



Start. Finish. Elapsed. 



Buena 2 37 33 5 04 95 2 36 52 



Alcyone -2 26 41 5 29 05 H llj S4 



FIRST CLASS STEAM LATTNCHBS, 97 MILES. 



Wilber 3 85 47 5 iO 21 3 04 Si 



Cricket 2 35 49 5 44 SO 3 08 31 



.S^ICOND CLASS STEAM LAUNCHES, 9.4fi MILES. 



Now Then 2 89 37 4 00 13 1 30 ;-!6 



Clarkdale 2 39 33 3 59 44 1 30 13 



Bonita 2 39 44 4 06 04 1 W iO 



Buena was in first class aud Alcyone in second, but the two were 

 classed together. Anoutdde yacht that was not entered had the 

 bad taste to join in the first class race. Alcyoue, when leading, 

 ijlew out a joint and was beaten. The elapsed time given above doe^ 

 r ot include the time estimated to have been lost in repairs. Cricket 

 was timed officially as above, but it was afterward learned that she 

 bad cut in.side of both marks. The judges were Capt. S. .1. Dunham, 

 .John PriQdiville and Cyrus Sinclair. The timekeepers were .loseph 

 Ruft antt "W. A. Paulson. 



Sea'wanhaka C. Y. C— Bouse and Wetmore Cups. 



OVSTEH BAT— LONG ISLAND SOUND. 



The fourth and final race ot the Rouse and Wetmore series was 

 sailed at Oyster Bay on Sept. 24 in a westerly wind, which was fresh 

 at the start but light at the finish. The Gardner fin keel Nemadjv 

 easily defeated the other 25 footers, but was beaten by 3Iirth and 

 Rose Marie. One gun start at 11:45. The times were: 



Center Lloyd's Center 



Is-land Point Bell Island 



Buoy. Buoy. Buoy. Buoy. Finish. Elapsed. 



Mirth 12 14 09 12 43 47 1 25 34 1 39 07 3 47 34 2 52 .34 



Rose MarielS 13 50 12 45 19 1 29 39 1 44 Oi) 8 54 04 3 59 04 



Pvxie 12 12 30 13 46 58 1 S3 56 8 26 21 3 31 31 



El Chico.. .12 13 04 13 46 10 1 •'45 03 Did not finish. 



Nameless.. 13 13 35 33 45 08 1 33 02 3 16 89 3 31 39 



Nemacljy...l2 13 13 12 42 48 1 29 58 1 44 43 2 59 18 3 04 18 

 Trinket ... .12 16 38 12 50 20 1 m 35 Did not finish. 



Adonis 13 14 51 13 47 57 1 42 56 Did not finish. 



Marion 12 17 31 12 49 38 Did not flni-sh. 



Meteor 12 16 15 13 47 49 1 38 17 Did not finish. 



Indolent... ,13 16 03 13 45 13 1 36 31 Did not finish. 



Mr. E. A. Osboru. ot the cutter Clara, has given a $50 cup for a 

 race on Oct. 1, open to the 25 foolers Nameless, El Chico, Pyxie and 

 Neoaadjy. The. club house at Ovster Bay will be open on Saturday 

 and Sunday, the city house at 7 East Thirty-second street re-opening 

 on Monday night, Oct. 3. 



Buffalo T. C, Sept. 17. 



A J<ACE was sailed at Buffalo on Sept. It between the n ew yacht 

 Kathleen and the AJcyone, the prize being a silk burgee given by 

 Mrs, Hower, wife of the Commodore. The course was 9)4 miles, the 

 times being; 



Start. Finish. Elapsed. Corrected. 



Kathleen 2 26 .50 4 38 55 3 02 05 1 59 48 



Alcyone 3 25 45 4 28 36 3 02 50 2 02 50 



Corrected length: Kathleen, 27.15ft.; Alcyone, 29.61ft. Judges- 

 Robert Tolmie, W. C. E. Hazard, Chas. J. GrifiSth. 



Small Yachts. By C. P. Kunnarclt. Price $10. Steam Taehig and 

 Launches. By C. P. Kunlw/rdt. Price $s. Yachts, Boats and 

 Catwes. By C. StarisfleleiSickg. P^^ce $3.59. Steam MaeMnery. Bv 

 Donaldson. Priae Sl.BO. 



Caiivas Canoes and how to Build Tliem. By Parker B. Field. 

 Price 50 cents. Canoe and Boat Building. By W. P. Stephem. 

 Price SS.0O. Canoe Handling. By C. B. Vaux. Price $1. Canoe 

 and Camei-a. By T. S. Steele. Prim 1.60. Four Months in a Sneah- 

 box. By N. H. Bishop. Price $1M, Came and Camp Cookeru- 

 Bv "Seneca." Price $1. 



Zettler Rifle Club Festival. 



Thb name nf tlie Zettler Bifle Club, shown on the programme of 

 a prize shoot, is and has been for mauv vears a guarantee that 

 the shoot would be a success. Organized awHV back iu the days 

 when fine target shooting was in its infancy, this club has done 

 more than any other like organiKalion in the country to popular- 

 ize 'be sport among the masses. Descendedf rom i. fam'ly of rifle 

 Shooters the organizers of the club. Barnard and Chas. Zettler, 

 have never lost an lota of their inherited interest, but on the other 

 hand they grow more e'lthueias'ic as the years go by. 



Every year the Zettler Rifli Club holds a prize shoot aud fes- 

 tival at the well appointed ranges and park of the genial Charley 

 VVissel at Cypress Hills, and no matter whether the visitor be an 

 old friend, a chance acquaintance nr a t-^tal s'ranger, he has but 

 to introduce himself to one or another 1 f the jovial members of 

 the club and a hearty German welcome ia at once accorded him. 



On Sunday and Monday, Sept. '35 and 26. the club held its fes- 

 tiv«l at ihe above named place, the event proving one of the most 

 enjoyable and successful in the history of the club. The pro- 

 gramme comprised a contest on the German ring target for 31 

 priz s and four premiums; one on the bnllseye target for 18 prizes 

 .-nd lU premiums, one on the target of honor, for members only, 

 f'oi' contributed prizes, one for judges and invited guests and one 

 for ladies, the wind-up being in the form of a banquet served by 

 mine host Wissel and his amiable wife. The shooting went slong 

 I i-om 9 A. M. to 3 p. M. on Sunday and from 9 A. M. to 6:30 P. M. 

 on Monday. The weather oq the opening day was favorable for 

 gonri scores, but on Monday the conditions were wretched. The 

 wind blew with almost cyclonic force first from one quarter then 

 from another, while the light was very fiifal and uncertain. 



The attendance on Sunday was fairly good. Among thosi who 

 were foriuiate enough to secure the good weather conditions 

 were John Coppersmith, the blonde "shoemaker rifleman" from 

 the chipsic precincts of Newark: George D. Weigmao, another of 

 the Newark shooters who likes a good time; M. Doriler. glasses, 

 Chiiiosu blouse and all, who has gone back to antiquated patched 

 bullet: Fred (J. Ross, the stiff-hnlding young Wuliamsburgher, 

 who has also gone back to patched huUets; Barney and Charley 

 Z^ttlej-, full of fun, brirafol of business an i with a hearty greet- 

 ing lor everybody: Gus Nowak. he of the 220-pound jovial nature 

 and Hibernian-tinted apron; Barney Walther, the club's ever 

 popular president, whose flowing auburn-hued beard and jolly 

 face are never missing when there is a gathering ot riflemen in 

 this section of America; Henry Holges, quiet and unobtrusive, hut 

 with a "get there" look in his syes; Geb. Krauss. the semi-auburn- 

 eompleeted Williamsburg expert, w^o is a hale fellow well met 

 at all limes — these and many other old and young shooters were 

 on band searching for the coveted "red flag." The shooting was 

 extremely lively during the five hours that the targets were open 

 aud snnae fine tickets were scored. Many of the members had 

 their families along, and these entered fuliy into the spirit of the 

 sport. 



Monday, tlieSecmid Bay, 

 was of course the big da.y of the meeiirri?. and from early until 

 late the shooting hou«i^ was citim i-i! -i -i Mii? tsn tariiots were 

 kppt in constant usf. The crnwti ' ■ , lawc.h larger than 



on the previous (lay,,<i,iid tlie s: ■•.•■.•iitA .U'sp re tlie 



erratic «nf7cs of Old Uoreaa, wtio , uoid ihe wbip-hand. 



Amo7)gihe coulustants vvera such '.\ oii-uiiovvn ^ehuetzen ejcpo- 



0. ZIM. MERMAN, 



Zettlw'B; e. 



nents as William Hayes. "Old O oadiah," \yho h.iils from Nevvark 

 and who holds the world'.^ i-ecoi d of (n lOU cousecutive shots 

 at 200yds, on the German U'-^. ring target; Henry Oehl, one of the 

 veterans of rifte shooting, who was at the top round of the ladder 

 for many years but who has deserted the rifle tor the revolver; 

 G-eorge W. Plaisted. rifleman, scribe and jolly e jmpanlon withal; 

 Frank C. Watts, "Voung O bad lab." another Newark enthusiast 

 who sometimes shoots in hard luck; the old veteran F. Fab=)rras, 

 seventy odd vears of age, who is a.s enthusiastic as when in his 

 prime and who never loses a chance to shoot with "my v>oy8," as 

 he delights to call the club members; R.. Busse, the Hoboken 

 Adonis, who was happiest when lo-iking after the comfort of the 

 tairsex; Karl Klein, another old-iimer who has practically left 

 the active fold out still likes to get around to the a^inual gather- 

 ing; Em'l Fisher and Dave Miller, of the Miller Rifle Olnb. of Ho- 

 boken; L. P. Hansen and Wm. Weber, Excelsior Rifle Club, of 

 Jersey City; George Joiner, be of the qu.e", manner and "Joiner 

 7th Regiment bullet" fame; Louis Flacu. tall and handsome and 

 with the same winning .smile as of old; Louis Vogel, "Birdie;" 

 Max Engle; Dr. Grosch, one of the rising shots of the section; S. J. 

 Lyon, WQO makes an annual trip all the way from Collinsville, 

 Conn., to try his hand with the Zettler cracl^s; Ignatz Martin, 

 who is as fond of shooting as of eating; and George Schlicht, of 

 Hoboken. 



Fun and jollity reigned supreme from 9 A.. M. until U-30 P. M. 

 everybody oeing in a holiday humor and bent on making the beat 

 of their chance. "Bucking" for first honors on the ring and balls- 

 eye targets was a feature of the day. 



The shooting closed at 8:30 P. M. and immediately after the 

 shooting committee began the tabk ot' counting and measuring 

 the bullseyes while clerk Charles R..orhweiler sorted out the list of 

 winners on the ring target. While this was going on the mem- 

 bers, guests and the families of both were seated around the 

 festive board discussing with vim the excellent menu orovided 

 bv the club. When the coff'ee bega-n to circulate President 

 Walther called on Mr. Hayes to address the gathering, which he 

 did in his usual happy style, paying a glowing tribute to the Zett- 

 ler Rifle Club and the Zettler brothers for the grand eft )rts cbey 

 have made to advance the interests of rifle shootine. President 

 Walther followed with his annua,l address, during which he paid 

 a touching tribute to the memory of the late Noah B. V^'ard, who 

 for many years was financial secretary of the club, Geb. Krauas, 



