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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Dec. 30, 1898. 



HUNTING AND COURSING NOTES. 



Mr. H, Nelson, president of the National Greyhound Club, 

 writes us a chatty letter, from which we cull a page here 

 and there About the late coursiusr he says: "Mr. Bradbury 

 had a bit of hard luck in losing the rimning services of my 

 best greybound imp. Dover (Greeutick — Buxton Lass) wbo 

 had to be drawn after winning the first course in the Colum- 

 bus Cup. Dover is now recovering from an operation on his 

 shoulder, and we are in hopes he may yet do some coursing. 

 A litter .sister of his, House Treasure, has been performing 

 quite well in England this year, having divided the Newton 

 Stakes at Havdock in April with Black Malt; and I sen by 

 the Daily Clironicle of Nov. 23 she won the Astley Stakes at 

 Brigg, beating Here and There and Point to Point in the 

 final. 



"A litter brother to our Miss Dollar, Gunpowder, ran up to 

 Golden Gem in the Farmers' Stake at Yorkshire Club. Miss 

 Dollar was somewhat of a disappointment to me at Huron 

 and Goodlands, but redeemed herself at Leoti, where Bue- 

 narita only just beat her after Miss Dollar had come an 

 awful cropper. Honor Bright, as you know, had a 'hook in' 

 with an engine and got killed for his foolishness. Before 

 closing, I wish to compliment FoRKST AND Stream on its 

 adding a column on coursing, for this branch of dog si)ort is 

 bound to become one of the most attractive and exciting of 

 all field sports. It is only a cjuestion of time when we in the 

 East will have oxir meeting right at home, and not until then 

 will the sport become international. In fact, I hear rumors 

 of a little meeting in the near future, which will be used as 

 an ilhistration to educate and interest a portion of our sports- 

 men in this king of all sports." 



Mr. Nelson has entered into an arrangement with A. C. 

 Bradbury whereby the latter will take dogs to board and 

 condition for the shows, and Mr. Bradbury's aptitude in this 

 respect is too well known to need much heralding here. 



In a letter from Mr. George P. Reed, of Barton, Vt., he 

 tells us that he is having good sport with the beagles this 

 winter. He is running four together mo.st of the time. 

 "They pack nicely and are a hard team to beat on our large 

 rabbits, and if nothing happens to them, next fall I shall try 

 to show the boys what they can do at the field trials." The 

 pack is composed of Spot R., that ran so well at Nanuet; 

 Haida by Breby out of Skip; Flash by champion Baunerman 

 out of champion Lou, and Blanche, by champion Frank 

 Forest out of Ina. Blanche is Mr. Kreuder's Derby entry, 

 that divided second money at Nanuet. Mr. Reed picked her 

 out for a good one, when properly entered, and now Spot R. 

 has all she can do to keep the lead. Mr. Kreuder wants Mr. 

 Reed to take his Lonely If. by champion Frank Forest ex 

 Lonely for a year to see what he can make of her. 



frnJitittg. 



Thk closing of the year is marked by an tmusual degree of dullness, 

 even for the dull season, no challenges, no new yachts, large or small, 

 and little promise for good class racing for 1894. Business depression 

 is undoubtedly responsible in part, but hardly more than the inter- 

 national racing of the past year. The racing of large yachts has now 

 reached a point of perfection where its influence on the sport in gen- 

 eral is the reverse of beneficial, and cup contests like that of this year 

 tend to harm more than help that general class racing which is the 

 heart of yachting. 



A Cheap Cruise. 



Afe questions of economy of interest to the cruising fraternity of 



yachtsmen ? 



I am jjerfectly ignorant as to the answer myself, but if a. very brief 

 account of a cruise of over 9,000 miles, sailed in a 30-tonuer, which I 

 have just finished, can help to solve the doubt, it may be worth 

 while spinning the yarn. Perhaps my readers, if I have any, will 

 kindly let me know their opinions afterward. 



My old ship was fitted out, riding to her moorings with sails bent 

 and all ready for sea when I arrived from London at Falmouth, Corn- 

 wall, England, on April 24, 1893. I had brought my crew down with 

 me. He was a boy off one of the many industrial training ships 

 whirh are moored in the Thames. His character was said to be good 

 and his knowledge of seamanship fair. Within two days, however, I 

 found discrepancies in both particulars, between statenient and fact, 

 and we parted, but not before he had nearly wrecked the ship and 

 driven me wild. But I am anticipating. 



My yacht is a large one for two hands, one of whom is a boy. to 

 handle, but I had managed so very well the season before that I felt 

 quite confident of being able to get on as well this year. 



It is possible to obtain a fair idea of the old tub when I say that she 

 is usually taken for a revenue cruiser. Her beam is 13ft .4in.; her 

 length~oVer all 49ft. and her draft of water Oft. She has a freeboard 

 of 7ft. forward and 4ft. 6]n. aft, so that her accommodation is splen- 

 did for her tonnage. No bending of heads down below, or violeut con- 

 tusions, or smothered ejaculations. She has a saloon like a palace, 

 and three sleeping cabins aft fit for an Atlantic liner. 



What makes her easier to handle than might otherwise be thought 

 is the fact that she is yawl-rigged, and none of the sails are heavier 

 than I can manage to set myself single-handed when pushed for it, but 

 I prefer having a little help. 



Of the sailing and weatherly qualities of this tub-like edifice my 

 imaginary, or real, readers, can judge for themselves as they follow 

 her movements. 



I spent four days in Falmouth harbor, getting things straight and 

 finding out what my crew could do. This only took ten minutes, by 

 the way, and was very briefly answered, but I thought I would teaeb 

 him. There is no end to some people's conceit. I am sadder and 

 wiser now; he taught me. 



On April 28, the wind being strong from the N. E., and having ob- 

 tained a bill of health, signed by the French consul at Falmouth, 

 which cost me 9s. lOd., and in virtue of which I was supposed to start 

 within twenty-four hours, I set sail for Brest, France. The distance 

 is only eighty-nine miles (nautical) from the Lizard to Ushant Light. 

 From Falmouth to the Lizard is twenty miles, and from Ushant to 

 the entrance to the Goulet de Brest is about twenty miles more by the 

 Chenal du Tour. 



I counted on an average of seven knots with the breeze I had, and 

 was already carrying on an imaginary conversation* with— when 

 crash! whirr I whirr! crack! The crew had allowed the main sheet to 

 slip and before I realized what was happening, destruction swooped 

 down, and there was the main boom gone right in half and the jaws 

 of the gaff working themselves to pieces, while the head of the mast, 

 cross-trees and all, turned round and looked at me; I shall never for- 

 D-et that sad and wistful expression. We were six miles out from 

 Falmouth, the sea was following us heavily, and it would be far worse 

 as we got out from the land. The wreck of the boom was too heavy 

 for me to tackle in that sea, and the boy was weeping and very sick. 



I luft'ed up, put the helm to starboard and lashed it and lowered the 

 mainsail. By dint of some trouble I got things fairly straight, but the 

 heavy pitch pine boom I could only manage to clear and tow astern, 

 there was no getting it on board. Then, when all was fairly snug, I 

 looked about. We were heading for the land on our port quarter, 

 and seeing that we should fetch the entrance of a sheltered creek, I 

 determined to run in and anchor for the night. 



There was no need to set the mizzen. We stood in, under the head 

 sails only, for the mouth of the Kelford River and holding on were 

 able to pick up a safe anchorage in four fathoms a little above the 

 pretty little village which gives name to the creek. In a short time a 

 boat came alongside, its occup.int, as the penny-a-liners say, turned 

 out to be a ship's carpenter, and in less than no time I had struck a 

 bargain with him for a new boom. 



I remained in Kelford Greek three weeks. The crew and I parted a 

 week after the catastrophe of the broken boom and I managed the 

 ship alone for a fortnight, taking occasional cruies to Falmouth, and 

 down the coast toward the Lizai-d, but 1 did not think it wise to cross 

 single-handed to Brest in so large a boat, although I found her easy 

 enough to handle provided 1 had plenty of time to set and shorten 

 sail. What I did not like was the idea of entering a strange port, 

 where a berth would have to be picked up and sail shortened with 

 liiLle time to look about for the one or to take in the other. Out at 



sea I found the .size of the ship made little difference and I could as 

 soon handle a 30-tonner singled-handed as I would a 5-tonner. It is 

 the going in or out of port where the difficulty lies. But I have many 

 times done this quite alone, weighing anchor and all. I am quite 

 willing, however, to confses that I would rather have a little help. 



In harmony with this desire, I induced the carpenter to come for a 

 week's cruise with me. as I saw I should never pick up a boy down 

 there. I had indeed found one excellent lad, who came for one day, 

 the next day he came oS saying his mother had been told that the 

 yacht required three hands besides a boy and she was afraid to let 

 him go. That is always my dilHculty. In vain I sail the boat about 

 alone; in vain I show how easily and comfortably one lives. How 

 calm and tranquil is "the even tenor of our ways." No, it is always 

 the same— "She is too big,'' "She wants three hands at least." How- 

 ever, I have never had them, and have finished my cruise of six 

 mainths and only had one other hand besides myself all thR time. 



The carpenter turned out a great success, out he refused to cross to 

 France. He had a wife and children, besides he was costing me more 

 than I wished or had ever paid for a crew. 



We sailed up to Fowey and Plymouth, and at the latter port, lean- 

 ing over the wall above the landing place at the dock, was a short, 

 gaunt youth, freckled and hard-featured. Not far off was an older 

 and more gnarled edition of the same kind. We talked a bit, did this 

 hardy waterman and I. The conversation ended by the arrangement 

 that the younger specimen should come aboard next day, and see if 

 the berth would suit him— ten shillings a week and his food. 



Next morning the freckled one turned up. It would suit him. We 

 set sail and by evening were entering Helford River again, thirty-five 

 miles. We landed the captain in the gloaming, who doubtless rejoiced 

 the heart of his family. While the boy was rowing the captain ashore 

 I was cruising about in the moonlight, for I had made up my mind not 

 to lower the sails again until I was in French waters. 



It was a lovely evening, but very little wind. By the time the boy 

 had got on board and the dingey was stowed on deck it was 10 o'clock. 

 By midnight we were off the Manacle rocks, and by daybreak the next 

 day the Lizard Lights were still in sight. I never knew the sea so 

 calm. All that day we had a very light air from the north, and carried 

 all the sail we could. By 10 o'clock that night I saw a flash light, a 

 twinkle, then darkness, and again a twinkle. It was Ouessant, called 

 by the English Ushant. We had made not more than eighty miles 

 in twenty-four hours. Then there came up a haze, the light breeze 

 dropped,' and we spent the night swaying on the sea. We were in 

 French waters. 



At early dawn I saw a shadow, more shadows, many shadows. They 

 were French fishing luggers. I hailed one, "Are we"ln the Chenal du 

 Tour?" 



"But yes; you have but to look and you wiU seethe tower in another 

 league or so." 



This was reassuring, for to be lo.st among the rocks of that danger- 

 ous archipelago between Ouessant and the French coast, where the 

 tides run like mill streams, averaging from six to ei^ht knots an hour, 

 and where there are innumerable sunken rocks lying ready for the 

 luckless at all states of the tide, is not pleasant. 



We drifted on. Have any of my readers tried to make an unknown 

 port after 120 miles run in a fog? It is exciting— especially if that 

 shore be hedged in by rocks, and reefs of sunken rocks, with the heavy 

 Atlantic swell always beating on them and a furious tide sweeping 

 you toward them, and where, if you should be only a few miles out of 

 your course, you might easily miss the land altogether and go on sail- 

 ing on the same course for another 300 miles before reaching land? 



This is the excitement I was now enjoying; but the freckled-faced 

 one was enjoying his breakfast. His delight was keen when he heard 

 me talking French and listened to the answer in the strange tongue. 



He thought of the fruit, the grapes, the strawberries, the wine of 

 that happy land, the 'baccy which could be bought for nothing, so he 

 had been told in Plymouth. He ate his breakfast and grinned. 



By 10 o'clock the fog lifted a little. Only its skirts, however, were 

 raised, reveahng what looked very like chaos, a confused jumble of 

 dark objects, fading into nothingness, yellow patches and a definite 

 beginning of what seemed to be a tower. Ahead was a sohtary cutter. 

 Like us she was drifting with the tide. I steered toward her, but made 

 little progress. 



In another hour the fog had quite gathered itself up, and a hard 

 blue line was spreading out behind us. Chaos had resolved itself into 

 masses of wild rocks, over which the Atlantic swell was surging in 

 booming rollers, into long sandy strands, and into a weU built light- 

 house standing on a conspicuous rnck. It was the Tour Ughthouse— 

 we were in the center of Tour Channel. So far our compass had led 

 us aright. But what a tide there was runntag. Fortunately we were 

 running with it. 



But now we were opposite Conquet, of glorious, if of sad, memory 

 to the Howard family. In another hour we were stemming the fierce- 

 ness of the young flood off the ruins of St, Mathieu Abbey, and in a 

 few more minutes we had slipped into the slack water on the southern 

 side of the promontory which divides the Chenal de Conquet from the 

 Goulet de Brest. 



Butl beg pardon; I have over 3,000 miles to go; I must curtail de- 

 scriptions. We reached Brest by three that afternoon. The port 

 authorities examined the bill of health. It was a month old, hut they 

 were far too polite to say anything about that. I was required to take 

 out a passport, a French maritime one costing two (rancs, I think, and 

 "valuable for a year," after which I was free to go and come wherever 

 1 Uked, 



Brest is a delightful place, but I must not describe it— no room in a 

 yachting article. I explored all the ramifications of its splendid har- 

 bor and its two picturesque rivers, the Eloru and the Aulne, and by 

 the time I again put to sea the freckled one had become quite experi- 

 enced in shortening sail and getting under way. It had been a little 

 difficult, the first time as we entered Brest he did not Tike going aloft 

 to unlace the jibheaded topsail. Poor boy, he had never been on board 

 a boat any bigger than his father's wherry in his life, or any further 

 out to sea than a mile or two beyond the breakwater. 



From Brest we passed through the Tanage de Toulinquet, where 

 there are some magnificent rocks and natural arches, across the Baie 

 de Douarnenez and out into the top of the Bay of Biscay thi-ough the 

 terrible Raz de Sein. The tide here runs from eight to ten knots, and 

 the rocks are more awkward than picturesque, which is saying a good 

 deal. That night we lay off a little tidal harbor called Audierne, a 

 place as pretty as its name. 



I did not at all Uke this anchoring in an open roadstead, and the 

 rolling we endured was abominable, but it was a choice of evils, and as 

 the wind was off' shore there was no risk, However, I started at an 

 early hour next morning, and made short miles of it across the great 

 baj^ of Audierne, heading for the celebrated Penmarch Rocks. 



This is a very dangerous promontory, as the outlying rocks are 

 found thi'ee miles off' the shore, which is low and hard to see. The 

 late Marquis de Blocquevflle has left £1,200 to defray the expense of a 

 new lighthouse, and the French (Government has already begun the 

 foundation of a tower which is to be 197ft. high. By the time we had 

 reached these rocks a fairly nasty sea had got up and the waves were 

 piling themselves over the wild reefs. Navigation began to get diffi- 

 cult. It was hard to distinguish the breaking sea where the rocks 

 were, and 1 was very nearly making a mist.ake when the dark treachery 

 uncovered itself and I saw that Penmarch rocks were still further 

 from the coast than I had reckoned. There are no rocks as bad as 

 these anywhere along the English coast, unless it be the Sarn Badrig 

 in Cardigan Bay. As I skirted the dreary promontory the sea gener- 

 ally became quieter, and as I caine more on the wind, and under the 

 shelter of the land the old ship made quick work of it toward the 

 entrance of the Odet or Quimper River. 



All this part I was now entering is described in the Admiralty (Eng- 

 lish) safling directions as being too difficult for a stranger to attempt 

 to navigate. A pilot is indispensable. 



Apparently it is not, for I found my way into the Odet River, and 

 against an ebb tide, too, without any difficulty. The berth I picked up 

 was a good one, and I stayed here some days. 



Benodet, the village at the mouth of the Quimper River, is a very 

 pretty little place. The river is lorely, and the old cathedral town of 

 Quimper, ten miles up, is most interesting and easily accessible But 

 to sea again. 



From Benodet, which is some seventy-five mUes from Brest, I 

 cruised all along the coast, putting in at Lorient, and entering the Sea 

 of Morbihan, most interesting of inland waters, where every rock 

 almost bears marks of the ancient Druids, and where memories of the 

 great thinker, orator and seducer of the twelfth century come floating 

 over the rock-studded waters from the lonely ruins of St. Gildas de 

 Rhys, the retreat of Abelard, the lover of Heloise. 



From Port Navallo, in the Morbihan, I crossed to Belle lie, and mar- 

 veled as I navigated the wild archipelago of the Bay of Quiberon. 



NOJIAD. 



[CONCLtJDED SES.T WEEK.] 



YACHT NEWS NOTES. 



Clay & Torbensen, Gloucester, N. J., are building for L, E. Simon, 

 Guantanamo, Cuba, a cabin cruising steam yacht, which when com- 

 pleted, will be one of the finest afloat. The dimensions are 54ft. over 

 all, 10J.j[ft beam. Many novel features are embraced and the interior 

 finish will be unusually attractive. The saloon, which is forward, i;ift. 

 in length, wiU be finished in yjolished mahogany, and fitted with every 

 convenience for comfort. "The cabin, which is aft, 8ft. in length, will 

 have the interior finished in Cuban mahogany, artistically paneled and 

 carved. The motive power will consist of a fore-and-aft compound 

 engine and wattr-tuhe boiler, of ample power to ch-ive the boat at a 

 speed of 12 miles per hour without forcing. When completed she wiU 

 De steamed dpwn to Cuba by her owner- 



Down Channel. 



The young Corinthian or singlehander of to-day, who finds his sport 

 ready made to his hand, with cruising craft of every variety of model 

 to be had at a reasonable cost from a builder's catalogue, has little 

 conception of the trials and difficulties which beset his predecessor of 

 forty years back. The greatest advantage however of the cruiser of 

 the present day over him of 18.^0, is that he has the aid and stimiilus 

 of such able writers as the late Capt. John MacGregor and R. T. 

 McMullen ; two men who above all others have led the way to the 

 cleanest, healthiest and pleasantest of outdoor sports. Although an 

 ardent singlehander, Capt. MacGregor devoted himself mainly to the 

 canoe, and in the field of small yachts and singlehand cruising must 

 give place to his fellow Briton, Mr. McMullen. It is probable that two- 

 thirds of the small pleasure craft afloat to-day, are traceable to the 

 writings of these two men. In this country at least, Mr. MacGregor's 

 works are much better known, having been republished here many 

 years since, but from the fact that they have never been republished 

 here, and some of the earlier works have been long out of print in 

 England, Mr. McMullen's cruises have been less widely read here 

 than the fame of his work and his boats would warrant. The original 

 book "Down Channel," narrating the early cruises of the Leo and 

 Sirius, has been long out of print, and in republishing it with the later 

 cruises, the name has been retained for the entire volume. 



Mr. McMullen made his first cruise in the Leo, as a boy in 18.')0, and 

 his last, in the Pert?eua, in 1891, being found dead in the cockpit of the 

 yacht by some French fishermen. The experience of these forty 

 years is quite without parallel, including months of solitary sailing, in 

 all seasons, about the channel, as well as much yachting in company 

 with friends and a paid crew. One of the chief charms of the narra- 

 tive is its plain and unpretentious style, just what might be expected 

 from the earnest and unassuming character of the man. The new 

 volume has been compiled by Mr. Dixon Kemp, long a friend of the 

 author, and is published by Horace Cox. 



Rochester Yacht Club. 



RocHESTEK, N. Y., Dec. 19.— At the annual election of the Rochester 

 Y. C. the following officers were elected; Com., H. S. Mackie; Vice- 

 Com., A. T. Hagen; Fleet Capt. J. W Bobbins; Trees., W. H. Briggs; 

 Sec, T. B. Pitchard; Cor. Sec, Herbert Leary. Directors, Rufus K. 

 Dryer; J. E. Burroughs, T. G. Young, J. R White. After the election 

 the members sat down to an elaborate menu prepared by Teall, and it 

 was well on toward the "wee sma hours" before the list of toasts was 

 finished. Many a rollicking yarn of life on the foaming blue billows 

 and blood curdling tales of haii-breadth escapes along the piratical 

 coast bordering the northern shore of Lake Ontario, were spun. I'he 

 old salts refreshed the green spots in their memories and laid gigantic 

 plans for the coming season, while the newly enrolled members sat 

 silent and awe stricken at the abundant flow of narrative and departed 

 for home with unbounded enthusiasm and increasing anticipations for 

 the new and untried sport just promised for the summer season. 



The election of Com. Mackie marks anew era in the life of the R. Y. 

 C., and the club is to be congratulated on its good fortune in securing 

 for its commodore so genial and affable a gentleman and at thn same 

 time a thoroughly practical and competent navigator. Under the new 

 regime, important and novel features are to be added to the club's 

 routine of business and pleasure. Among things promised by Com. 

 Mackie will be permanent winter quarters, with the club's banner upon 

 the outer wall, when during the frozen months a school for the study 

 of the science of navigation under competent instructors will be in- 

 stituted. In the matter of accommodating guests during regattas and 

 on club days, a large catboat is talked of, wheieljy the friends of 

 club members will always be sure of a hearty welcome to take a 

 delightful sail on these festive occasions. Great precaution is to be 

 taken in the matter of appointing a committee, to select men who will 

 not only have the time but also the inclination to serve and the former 

 proverbial ap thy will be forever erased from the club's escutcheon 

 and oifly sunny skies and fair weather hover about the horizon of the 

 club's future course. Herbert Lb.vky, Corresponding Sec'y. 



The full report of the fall meeting of the Royal C.C., as given in 

 the Model Yachtsman and Canoeii^t shows that our understanding of 

 the new rules is correct, and that changes of a most radical nature 

 have been made. The coming "canoe" of the Royal 0. C. may be any 

 sort of an under-rigged sailboat or miniature yacht within the extreme 

 limits of IGft. length over afl, 3ft. beam, and a rating of 0.3. Some 

 trial will be necessary to demonstrate the fastest possible machine 

 under these new limitations, but there can be no doubt on one point, 

 that whatever else she may be, the new craft wiU not be a canoe in 

 the essential points of lightness, compact form and ease of handling; 

 nor can she be the equal in speed of the American canoes. 



Without going far enough into the question to plot a trial sketch 

 we should say that not more than 14ft. waterline could be taken 

 to advantage, as this gives only ]29sq. ft. of sail, the allowance for 

 15ft. being but 120sq. ft. For the average racing weather we should 

 take a shoal saucer form of nearly the fuU beam limit, 3ft., and of 

 light displacement, with a large board. With 3ft. of over all length 

 still left it would probably pay to put on about Sin. of after overhang, 

 with a raking sternpost and a full buttock line to give a little gain iu 

 length, while the other 16in. might well be worked into a Roman nose 

 with httle loss of weight and possibly a small gain in longer and 

 cleaner diagonals, Such a boat would not be far from the present 

 10x30 canoe, though slower than the American craft through smaller 

 sails; but she is the most moderate example under the rule; the 

 chances are strongly in favor of monstrosities in the form of fins and 

 bulb fina that will be useless, save for match sailing, and difficult in 

 the extreme to handle, house and transport. 



We know not which to condemn the most, the conservatism which 

 for years has obstructed the development of canoe sailing in England, 

 and which is still visible in the low limit of sail, or the anarchistic 

 spirit of change which at one sweep has obliterated the canoe and 

 substituted the diminutive "rater." 



One very practical objection to the new rules is the vastly increased 

 difficulty in measuring which must result, the whole complicated 

 lystem which is necessary In yachting and entirely unnecessary in 

 canoeing being adopted. The waterline must be marked and meas- 

 ured, f nd the sails must also be measured. Nothing could be simpler, 

 easier or more satisfactory than the old rules in the matter of meas- 

 urement, extreme length and extreme beam, as proved by long 

 experience in England and America. The new rule promises greatly 

 increased work for the measurers and also of disputes over marking 

 and measuring. 



The a. C. A. rules are by no means perfect, and might be simplified 

 with advantage in the matter of details, but they work well and tend 

 to conserve the canoe form. We have for several years advocated 

 the removal of certain structural limitations which are capable of 

 evasion, and also of the limit of drop of centerboard, but retaining 

 the present limit of 80in. beam and 16ft. length over all. The non- 

 limitation of sail area has worked well in this country, and a change 

 in this direction would be unpopular; but a limit of length of slide 

 would be an improvement, the point to be at 4ft., or possibly 4ft. 6in. 

 The new R. 0. C. rules tend to separate stUl further, instead of uniting, 

 British and American canoeists, and to prevent even more effectually 

 that international racing which was so beneficial to both sides in 1886 

 and 1888. 



We are indebted to Dr. J. Arthur Gage for the song which we pub- 

 Ush this week, the air being composed by him to fit Miss Johnson's 

 poem. The song was very popular in camp last year, and will be 

 welcomed by many of our readers. 



A. C. A. Membership. 



The following gentlemen, have appUed for membership in the 

 American Canoe Association: Atlantic Division— G, V. Facksr, 

 Trenton, N. J. 



