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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[April 2i, 1894. 



AU-Age Stake— Third Round. 



No Mercy— Sir Hugo.— Hugo led 'to the bare; they then 

 took turn about, when Hugo tripped and fell; the hare then 

 favoring No Mercy, and she being very clever with her teeth 

 killed and won. This was very close. Hugo was not in as 

 good form as he should be, owing to his previous hard pump- 

 ing course, but came up to the slips well and game. 



Ramojta— Judge Burst abt. — Down a road they went from 

 the slip, the Judge in the lead and leaving the bitch further 

 every jump. When he turned puss he was some ten lengths 

 ahead; made another turn, and then let Ramona in for the 

 kill. 



Sapling Stake— Deciding Course. 

 Thomas B. Reed— Glenwood.— Glenwood was too speedy 

 for his brother, and won the Sapling Sbake, leaving Thomas 

 B. Reed runner-up, 



All- Age Stake— Deciding Course. 

 No Mercy— Judge BurnAby.— They both went into the 

 slips with a forefoot injured, No Mercy spraining her ankle 

 in the course before, and the Judge ran the stake through 

 with a sore pad, caused while training. The judge beat the 

 bitch to the hare, making the turn and placing her, and 

 from then on she gained points on the Judge until the kill. 



No Mercy won, Judge Burnaby runner-up, Sir Hugo and 

 Ramona third and fourth. H. G. N. 



• > ■ • 



Mr. J. H. Watson, of Brooklyn, must feel very proud over 

 the success of his greyhound, Royal Crest, and so must Mr. 

 Nelson, who is associated with him in the Eastern Coursing 

 Kennel. The very in teresting account of the meeting sent us 

 by Mr. Huntley, president of the Huron Coursing Club, 

 makes us almost, feel the stirrup iron round our feet. Mr. 

 Watson has stuck persistently to the game and has had his 

 full share of hard knocks and we are therefore more than ever 

 pleased that the. dog which gave him his first sorrows has 

 consistently run a true greyhound until victory came to 

 cheer his owner. A number of the dogs such as Ramona, 

 Laplander, Will o' the Wisp, won in the International Meet 

 at Huron last year, and for Royal Crest to go out there and 

 defeat such dogs on their own heath, is glory indeed to him- 

 self and his great sire, as all his courses seem to have been 

 regular. 



Cruising in the Cy-Pres— 1893. 



QConcluded from Page $2h.~) 



Tuesday, July IS.— We were up at daybreak, hoping fco make Prov- 

 incetown; the weather was calm and hazy, but, we hoped it would 

 clear away as the day advanced. We were ready to start at 6 o'clock, 

 and as there was a light air stirring from the west, we weighed anchor 

 and were off. We were about half-way across the harbor, in the 

 dredged channel, when the breeze died out completely, and the ebb 

 tide carried us out of our course, so that there was danger of our 

 sticking in the mud. I jumped into the dinghy and towed back into 

 the channel, when the breeze sprang up again, so that we were able 

 to keep on our course. The fog settled down occasionally, but was 

 not at any time so thick that we could not see Long Beach. We were 

 following the channel as laid down in the chart corrected in 1891, and 

 thought we would be perfectly safe if we stuck to it, so after passing 

 the beacon on the end of Long Beach, we turned eastward, expecting 

 to pass through the channel, where the chart gives from 15 to 25ft. of 

 water at low tide. 



The breeze had increased a trifle, and, the tide being with it, we were 

 fairly flying along, when suddenly we felt the boat bump gently in the 

 soft sand and then stop dead We knew at once that we were in for a 

 long siege this time, as the tide was ebbing fast. We stowed all sail 

 and threw a kedge overboard as a safeguard, then got into the dinghy 

 with our leadline and sounded all the way across from where we lay 

 to the beacon on the end of Long Beach. The deepest water we could 

 find was 5ft., and it was not yet low water. We learned from a fisher- 

 man who was rowing by that this channel was called the Slue, and 

 that it was constantly shifting and changing, and could not be 

 depended on. 



The tide fell very rapidly, and it was not long until there was a 

 crescent-shaped sand bar entirely out of water, stretching from N.W. 

 of us round to N. E. by E. This bar should be left on starboard hand 

 going out, but by trusting to a chart out of date we attempted to 

 cross it, with disastrous result. I would advise any one going into 

 this harbor to get the very latest chart obtainable, and even then it 

 would be a good thing to take a pilot. 



The tide continued to rush past us till there was less than 18in. of 

 water on an average near us. We could see that the light sand was 

 being carried along in great quantities, and the bottom was rough, 

 looking like very small waves when first started by a brisk br*eze. F. 

 stepped overboard, after taking off his shoes and stockings and rolling 

 his trousers up as far as his knees; the water seemed very shallow 

 and the bottom very hard, but he was deceived in both, and at the first 

 step plunged in over his knees, thoroughly soaking his clothes. The 

 water was nice and warm, and he could not resist the temptation to 

 take a bath, so stripped and plunged into a little oval pool near by, 

 where he rolled and splashed about for a few moments very much as 

 one would in a big bathtub. 



We lay a little quartering to the direction of the current. It eddied 

 and swirled around us, stirring up the sand, so that the water was 

 turbid and looked as though a very large quantity of ashes had been 

 thrown in. The sand was scooped out on our starboard side till there 

 was a large hole there over 6ft. deep, while it was deposited on the 

 other side, filling up all along the bilge of the boat, so that at slack 

 water we did not heel over any more than we were accustomed to 

 when sailing in a stiff breeze. The rail on the lower side was nearly 

 6in. out of water when she was over to the furthest point. The rapid- 

 ity with which the shifting of the sand took place caused us some un- 

 easiness, and we feared if it piled up on the other side in the same way 

 when the flood should set in, that we might have some difficulty in 

 getting off. 



Thinking that the incoming tide might swing her head off and twist 

 the keel before it should be deep enough to float her, I took off my 

 trousers and jumped overboard, F. lowered the anchor and I took it 

 in my arms and carried it out about 10 fathoms, straight in a line with 

 the direction of the current. I worked one of the flukes deep down 

 into the sand, and then with the windlass got a good strain on the 

 chain. By this time the fog had cleared off and the sun shone down 

 on us with terrific heat. As the yacht was listed well over, we could 

 not use the awning, so got out one of our blankets and with clothes- 

 pins fastened one side to the peak halliards and the other we held 

 down outside the cockpit rail by weights This made a very comfort- 

 able "lean-to," and we ate our lunch under its shade, winding up with 

 the big watermelon purchased at Plymouth. 



After the yacht began to right we kept her moving all we could to 

 loosen her keel from the sand that was piling up on each side of her. 

 We would both run out on the bowsprit and sway up and down, then 

 we would loosen the main sheet and swing the boom far out, first on 

 one side and then on the other, adding our weight to that of the furled 

 sail each time. The sand continued to pile up around us, and we con- 

 cluded that our lying at an angle to the current helped it to do so, and 

 tried the experiment of slowly paying out the chain, letting her head 

 gradually fall off. We were astonished at the tremendous power of 

 the current, for as the boat got more and more of her broadside to the 

 stream, she strained so on the chain that the bobstay across which it 

 pulled was permanently bent out of shape, although it was a solid bar 

 of ^in. iron set up taut. We worked carefully, one of us slacking out 

 the chain while the other rocked and swayed the boat, and gradually 

 got her round where the current swept more nearly in a fore-and-aft 

 direction, and it was surprising how quickly the pile of sand under our 

 bilge was cut away. 



We lay stern to the tide for some little time, as we drew most water 

 juBt under our stern post, but finally we swung off and brought up 

 with a jerk that bid fair to part our chain, but fortunately it held us 

 all right. The breeze sprang up with the turn of the tide, and we im- 

 mediately made preparations to get under way. 



It was too late to think of going to Provincetown, so we decided to 

 put back into Plymouth and try again another day. We had been so 

 busily occupied getting loose from the sand that we had not noticed 

 the change in the weather until we were ready to break out our 

 anchor, when we saw a very heavy thunder storm gathering in the 

 N. W. We hesitated for a moment about starting in the face of such 

 a squall, but, thinking anything was better than a renewal of the ex- 

 perience we had just been through, we made sail. 



The wind by this time was sucking strongly toward the approaching 

 storm, and we had to tack against it all the way back to the dock on 

 Long Beach in front of the pavilion. Our experience with the shallow 

 water of the harbor made us very cautious, and one ot ua stood up 



forward watching the color of the water while the other steered. We 

 took very short tacks and managed to keep in the channel this time. 

 The storm seemed to be chasing us and it grew very threatening, the 

 black ragged-looking clouds hung low over the water, and the fog 

 which had continued outside was rolled up by the wind in long cigar 

 shaped clouds, that looked like cotton. The fishermen came flying in 

 from outside, and were evidently in the edge of the squall, as they 

 were running some with lowered peaks and others with double reefs 

 in. The hardest part of the wind and rain passed off to the east of 

 us and we got but a little puff of the one and none of the other. 



We ran a little past the end of the dock so as to be out of the way 

 of the ferry boat and other passing craft and anchored in 4% fathoms 

 of water. Not knowing exactly where the best water was, we got out 

 our lead-line and sounded all around the yacht, finding we had plenty 

 of water to swing in any direction without getting aground. This 

 first thunderstorm was followed by a singular succession of others 

 during the afternoon and evening. We counted five distinct thunder 

 gusts from 1 o'clock until we turned in, each one accompanied by 

 more or less rain. They seemed to gather west of Duxbury, then 

 came up over the Staudish monument and passed out to sea beyond 

 us. We felt the strong breeze sucking in toward each storm center, 

 but got only a few drops of rain from the first three. The fourth 

 came more to the southward and while we were in the cabin at sup- 

 per. It grew quite dark, and the first warning we had was the roar- 

 ing, rushing sound of the wind, accompanied by the sharp clatter of 

 hailstones and the patter of big drops of rain. We threw on our rub- 

 ber coats and scrambled out on deck as quickly as possible. The 

 heaviest part of the squall seemed to be right over us. The wind blew 

 with terrific fury, forcing the yacht up against the ebb tide and she 

 darted from one side to the other, tugging at her chain like a live 

 creature determined to get loose. The squall was short and sharp; in 

 half an hour It was perfectly calm, and we cleared away our tea 

 things. 



On coming on deck again we saw another black gust forming, more 

 angry looking if possible than the last one, during which we had been 

 in constant danger of bumping into a large catboat moored near us. 

 We decided to put down our large spare anchor with its heavy 



yacht could be left in good hands if necessary until such time as 

 should be able to use her again. 



As the wind was still fresh from N.E., we started off under single- 

 reefed mainsail and foresail at 8 o'clock. Just after rounding Long 

 Island Point we met a steam fishing- vessel coming in. They waved 

 frantically at us to go back, and came near to us and hailed us, saying 

 "Go back ! Go back !" We supposed they must have had some warn- 

 ing of an approaching storm or they would not have paid any atten- 

 tion to us, so turned back and followed them in, feeling very much 

 disappointed that our plans had been so quickly upset. After drop- 

 ping our anchor and furling our sail we jumped into the dinghy and 

 pulled over to the wharf, where they were lying and asked them why 

 they advised us to go back. They replied that there was a very heavy 

 sea outside, far too heavy for a craft of our size to be out in. We re- 

 gretted very much on hearing this that we had not kept on, for we 

 had the utmost confidence in the sea-going qualities of our little Cy- 

 pres, and there was not the slightest evidence of a storm. 



I felt that I ought not to lose any more time in getting to Boston ,so 

 went on shore to see about trains. I found that there was but one 

 train I could go on, and that arrived there about the same time as the 

 steamer, so I concluded to take the latter, preferring to be on the 

 water rather than in the dusty cars. After telegraphing my wife to 

 meet me at Boston with a decent suit of clothes and a "biled" shirt 

 we went back to the yacht and waited quietly for the time for the 

 steamer to sail. It was agreed that I should telegraph F. immediately 

 after consulting the oculist whether I could return and finish the 

 cruise or not. If not he was to engage a sailor In Provincetown to 

 help him bring the boat back to Magnolia. We had a beautiful trip on 

 the steamer, and I could not help thinking all the way over what a 

 lovely sail we would have had if we had kept right on that morning. 



It was nearly dark when the steamer reached her dock. I took a 

 herdic up to the hotel, and as I opened the door two or three bellboys 

 sprang forward with their usual celerity to take my "grip." hnt, wh«n 



1 "un 



, , but when 



they saw my long, lean figure clad in wornout salt-stained trousers, 

 flannel shirt, loose jacket and no vest, sneakers on my feet and a 

 faded soft felt hat pulled down over my eyes, they slunk back into 

 their chairs with a "no nickel there" kind of a look on their faces tha 



manilla line to keep us more nearly in the center of the channel. This 

 anchor was in the lazaret and it was quite a job to get it out, put it 

 together and bend on the line. We were in the midst of this task when 

 this the final storm broke on us. The wind was not quite so strong as 

 in the preceding one, but the rain fell in torrents, and it was so dark 

 it "could be felt." 



We went on with our work in the drenching downpour with no light 

 except our lanterns and got our second anchor down where we 

 wanted it, then shortened our cables till we had out only enough to 

 ride by at high tide. We felt better after this job was completed, as 

 we felt sure now that there was no danger of the yacht dragging in 

 the night, and either fouling our neighbor or going on the mud. 

 When the rain ceased we found ourselves very wet and uncomfort- 

 able. F., especially, who had torn one sleeve out at the shoulder, 

 was drenched to the skin on one side, while both of us were soaked 

 from the knees down. We got off our wet clothes, rubbed down with 

 a crash towel till we were dry and warm and then turned in. We 

 passed a quiet night, although we got up two or three times and 

 looked around to see how things were going. 



Wednesday, July 19— Having had a long hard day of it on Tuesday 

 we slept till 7 o'clock. The morning was beautifully bright and a 

 delightful sailing breeze was blowing from the northwest. The 

 barometer was high and there was every indication of a fair day. 

 We decided that this was a fair chance for Provincetown, so hurried 

 through our breakfast and got under way at 8 o'clock. We took 

 short tacks in the long narrow channel, avoiding every appearance of 

 shallow water. Giving the cause of our yesterday's experience a 

 wide berth, we turned the black buoy on Brown's Bank in safety and 

 with lifted sheets made a straight course for the whistler off the 

 mouth of the harbor. While beating to windward we had found the 

 breeze all we could well stand, our rail being frequently pressed under, 

 but as soon as we eased the sheets a little and got out into open 

 water where the white caps were running the sailing was delightfully 

 exhilarating. Our course from the Gurnet Light to Wood End Light 

 on Cape Cod was east by south. It was nearly a beam wind for us 

 and we tore along at a great rate, passing the whistler off the Gurnet 

 Light at 9 o'clock and dropping our anchor near the long railroad 

 wharf in Provincetown at 1 o'clock, making the distance of 24}^ miles 

 in four hours. 



We would have made much better time than this but in our hurry 

 to get an early start we paid no attention to our dinghy, and did not 

 notice until we were well off shore that it was full of water. When 

 we did notice it we were in too much of a sea to make bailing out a 

 comfortable operation, so we were forced to drag it along as it was 

 until we made port. The day was clear and bright and at the end of 

 the first hour's sailing we could just make out the spires of Province- 

 town. About the time we lost sight of the Gurnet Light we could see 

 the Wood End Light, which made the trip across simpler and easier 

 than we had expected. Manomet Point is the most conspicuous land- 

 mark on this part of the coast, and we did not lose sight of it till we 

 rounded Long Point and shut it out behind the land on Wood End. It 

 would be the proper point to steer for if one were going from Prov- 

 incetown to Plymouth, and did not feel sure of his compass. 



We were delighted with Provincetown as a harbor. The bay is large 

 and there is no bar or obstruction of any kind at the broad entrance. 

 Numerous fishing schooners are always lying there and they show 

 where to anchor. We ran through the fleet and beyond them until 

 well inside of two long wharves that make out from the town. The 

 one on our left is the steamboat dock, where the daily steamer from 

 Boston lands her passengers. The one on our right, which is the 

 longer, is the railroad dock. 



After eating a hasty dinner we went on shore and were much amused 

 with the quaint old town. The principal street runs round close to the 

 water, following the curves of the shore. There is no sidewalk on the 

 side next to the water, in fact there is only room for one, and that a 

 very narrow one, two boards wide. The dwellings and stores are 

 mixed in together in the most singular way, dry goods, ship chandlers, 

 grocers, bakers, shoemakers and liquor sellers side nyside, all the way 

 down the long winding street. Thre are a few dwellings on one or two 

 side streets, but almost the entire town is on the main street. We 

 wandered up to the top of a high sand dome called Town Hill. To pre- 

 serve it for park purposes, grasses that will grow in the sand have been 

 planted on its steep, sloping sides, to prevent it washing away. It is 

 a very picturesque and charming spot and the view of the bay from the 

 top is fine, and well worth the climb up there. A very interesting view 

 of the barren sand hills that go to make up this end of Cape Cod can 

 also be had from this place. On our way back we bought some pro- 

 visions, filled our water jug and returned to the yacht well pleased 

 that we had reached the objective point of our cruise, and that it had 

 proved to be so exceedingly interesting. 



Thursday, July SO-— A strong N.E. wind sprang up in the night, and 

 hearing it moaning through the rigging we got up and paid out more 

 chain. We lay so close to the Bhore that there was no sea on, and we 

 slept long and soundly, and did not get up until 7 o'clock. My eyes 

 had been troubling me a little for several days, but thinking it was 

 due to the glare on the water and that it would soon pass off I paid 

 very little attention to them. This morning when I awoke they were 

 very much worse, and I found on examining them with the aid of a 

 hand mirror that an ulcer had formed on the corner of the right one. 

 Having had a very painful experience the year before with the same 

 thing and in the same place, I knew it was necessary for me to put 

 inyself into the hands of an oculist for treatment at once. We decided 

 therefore to sail immediately tor Scituate, hoping to go on from there 

 to Boston the next day, where I could find a doctor and where the 



was immensely funny. 1 was ordered by the good doctor to go back 

 to the cottage and stay there a week, and by no means go on to or 

 even near the water, so I telegraphed to F. that the fates were against 

 us, and he engaged Capt. Joshua Cook to sail with him back to Mag- 

 nolia, where they arrived on Saturday afternoon just before 4 o'clock, 

 having left Provincetown just before 6 in the morning. The trouble 

 with my eyes proved more serious than I at first expected and for five 

 weaks the Cy-Pres lay swinging idly at her moorings, riding safely 

 through the two terrible southeast storms of August when so many 

 yachts were wrecked along our Atlantic coast. Cruiser. 



Yacht Races at Atlantic City. 



The Corinthian Fleet of Atlantic City, N. J., is an active and enter- 

 prising organization that is doing much for racing and sailing in gen- 

 eral, and is reaping its own direct share of profit thereby. With a 

 view to further stimulating racing about the Delaware River and 

 southern New Jersey, it has this year arranged a series of races to 

 take place in August, and has sent out the following invitation to all 

 such clubs as are likely to be interested: 



Secretary T. C.i 



Dear Sir— I have been instructed by the Corinthian Fleet, of Atlantic 



City, to extend a cordial invitation to the Y. C. to attend the 



series of races to be sailed at Atlantic City on the 10th, 11th and 13th of 

 August next, weather permitting. 



Aug 10, annual race of the Corinthian Fleet, open only to mosquito 

 type; 25 entries. 



Aug. 11, second annual race for the Muckle cup, under the auspice? 

 of the Muckle cup race committee. Open only to mosquito type or 

 boats of similar measurement and sail area; probable entries, 75. 



Aug. 13, special ocean race over a course of 10 nautical miles to wind- 

 ward ana return, under the auspices of the Corinthian Fleet. Open to 

 sloops and cutters of the second, third and fourth classes. Start and 

 finish to be made outside the sea buoy. Sails limited to cruising rig, 

 clubtopsails barred. Time allowance as per rule of the Philadelphia 

 and Corinthian Yacht Clubs, of Philadelphia. Nine prizes will be 

 offered, three for each class entering five yachts or more. Eighteen 



yacht clubs will be invited, besides the , to witness the races of 



Aug. 10 and 11, as well as to actively participate in the special ocean 

 race of Aug. 13. 



Sail limit to be decided by vote of yacht owners at meeting one day 

 prior to race. 



Entry blanks fcr this race will be gladly furnished upon application 

 to the secretary of the Corinthian Fleet, and must be accurately filled 

 out and returned prior to Aug. — . The bar off Atlantic City can be 

 safely crossed by any yacht not drawing over 6ft. 



A warm welcome is assured to any yacht or member belonging to 

 your club, and every assistance will be given regarding information 

 as to anchorage, fresh water, ice, provisions, etc. 



Earnestly hoping to have the opportunity of welcoming a represen- 

 tative number of yachts from the Club, believe me. very truly 



yours, Wm. H. Edwards, Esq., Secretary. 



P. O. Atlantic City, n. J. 



Southern Y. C. 



The Southern Y. C. of New Orleans held its annual meeting and 

 election on April 5, the election furnishing one of the liveliest cam- 

 paigns in the history of the veteran organization. As a consequence 

 of the friendly rivalry between the factious, the yachting spirit has 

 been stimulated and the club itself greatly benefitted by being brought 

 prominently forward so early in the season . Twenty- three new mem- 

 bers joined, making 306 in all. The administration or boat-owners' 

 ticket won the battle, Com. Thos. Sully, Vice-Corn. Alex. Brewster and 

 Rear Com. L. O'Donnell being re-elected, and J. Walton Glenny, Sec , 

 and H. T. Howard, Treas ; all by a handsome majority. The fight was 

 started by the boat owners and ended in a sweeping victory in their 

 favor. Those of the boat owners who bravely stood by Com. Sully 

 were more than rewarded and have seen their course justified by the 

 decided manner in which his popularity in the club was demonstrated. 

 The steam yacht Helen will continue to be the flagship. Ex-Sec. F. F. 

 Hall and ex -Treas. Hugh Brown were honored with a life membership 

 in the club in consideration for long and faithful services. 



The full list of officers is as follows: Com., Thos. Sully, steam yacht 

 Helen; Yicfi-Com., Alex. Brewster,, sloop yacht Mephisto; Rear-Corn., 

 L. O'Donnell, sloop yacht Florence; Sec, J. Walton Glenny; Treas., 

 H. T. Howard; Meas., A Forchy; Fleet Surgeon, Dr. John B. Elliott; 

 Governing Committee, T. R. Richardson, A. M. Ancoin, J. W. Stone, 

 N. E. Baumgarden, C. L. DeFuentes; House Committee, W. W. Crane, 

 H. T. Catham, W. B. Leonard, J. D. Farrell, Robt. Lynd. 



The fine club house at West End has suffered by the severe storms 

 of the past season, but will be placed in thorough repair, and the sea- 

 son of 1894, wnich opens with the annual regatta on May 12, bids fair 

 to outrival all previous ones, The club has adopted the same uniform 

 as the New York Y. 0. The button adopted for the club is a very at- 

 tractive emblem and represents Vigilant plowing along under a cloud 

 of canvas. The initials S. Y, C, are on the mainsail in gold. Ex-Com. 

 Robt. S. Day has been requested to draw up a deed of gift for the cup 

 donated by Mr. H. M Littell, There will be half a dozen cups sailed 

 for this season. The club book for 1894, in new and handsome form, 

 and containing the new rules, is nearly ready to leave the printer's 

 hands. 



