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its source in the Cascades, and offers many miles of down hill sport. 
There are a few settlements scattered along its banks, and several 
fine ranches below the raDge, but its headwaters traverse a primeval 
country. The lower Snoqualmie is kindly disposed toward the 
voyager, but its headwaters are not commended to the canoeman. 
Upon the upper river are two magnificent waterfalls, the lower one 
making a sheer plunge of 265ft., and there trout fishing is good and 
well rewards the bearer of a rod for a trip into the picturesque canons 
of the foot hills. ^ 
We embarked in the Ee-na, jargon for beaver, at Everett, one lazy- 
day in the latter partof August', and dipped our paddles in the flood 
tide setting up the Snohomish, joining company with the hump-back 
salmon that had commenced running to their spawning beds lying 
beneath the shadow of Index Peak. The river fairly swarmed with 
the eager fish. The hump-back salmon, Oncorhynchus gorbuscha, 
represents one of the supposed five varieties of salmon on this coast. 
Every two years it ascends the rivers from the ocean, in countless 
numbers, to spawn, and after consummating the act of maternity the 
majority die, while the remainder struggle back to salt water in a 
mutilated condition. Such is the belief prevalent on this coast. 
It had been told to me that the "humpy" traveled about three miles 
per day, and partook of food during its spawning journey, but could 
not be prevailed upon to take a baited hook. I soon satisfied myself 
on the latter point, but by various devices succeeded in capturing 
various specimens of both male and female at frequent intervals and 
examined their stomachs. Those fish taken near the Sound contained 
food and evidences of digestion; further up the river digestion seemed 
imperfect, while near the headwaters shrunken stomachs and torpid 
conditions prevailed. I bottled various specimens of viscera, and on 
my return submitted them to several crude microscopical and chemical 
tests, but with imperfect results, yet enough was adduced to warrant 
my inference that if a careful investigation under some scientific 
method was conducted interesting results would follow. 
My observations on the daily progress of the salmon showed an 
average of about three miles per each twenty-four hours. The ratio 
of speed seemed to differ according to the condition of the water and 
the fructiferous state of the female, hence the foregoing average has 
been predicated ou a numerous series of calculations dating from salt 
water to the spawning beds. Many of the Indians believe that dis- 
tance cuts no figure in the duration of the journey, but that as the 
salmon always return to spawn in the place of their nativity, they 
hover around the mouths of the rivers awaiting the development of 
the eggs, and knowing the points to which they will ascend, time their 
movements accordingly. Sex is strongly marked in the external form 
of the "humpy." The female is of fair symmetrical contour, but the 
male, particularly after entering fresh water, shows the hump largely 
developed, which, with the peculiar hook of the mouth, detracts from 
beauty of form, 
At frequent intervals along the river banks, at the bends, we noticed 
camps of Si wash engaged in seining the running salmon and curing 
them for market and home con sumption. As an Indian's gastronomic 
tastes are always opposed to a white man's, so in this instance he pre- 
fers the flabby, feverish, insipid flesh of the male "humpy » But 
neither is a running female taken in fresh water a white man's deli- 
cacy measured by an epicurian standard, and only when taken in salt 
abound, and the subject of a camp site along the streams piercing the 
mountains and forests presents some features that veteran outers will 
appreciate. Fir bark is the greatest fuel for the camp-fire knowD, and 
during the dry season great blocks of the hard, resinous covering, a 
full foot thick, can be split from a standing dead giant, and which 
when piled against a back log and touched off, burns with a vivid 
flame and heat that will evoke savory odors from broiler and coffee 
pot, in less time than is required with the oak and maple of the East. 
The scenic display along our route was entrancing. The peculiar 
situation of winter' and summer, side by side, without encroaching on 
each other presents a startling as well as novel picture to a newcomer 
from the Eastern States. Throughout the broad basin of the Sound, 
summer exists nearly the year round, and the flora is dressed in a 
garb of brightest green, while overlooking the lacustrine stretches 
are the snow-capped summits of the Cascades on the eastern boundary 
and the ice-bound Olympics on the west, whose towering peaks gleam 
in the sunlight with the iridescence of the opal. We never wearied 
in garing upon majestic Rainier, and the lordly Baker, whose alabaster 
summits rise superior to the environment in ever-varying effects of 
tinting under changing atmospheric conditions, whether viewed 
beneath the glare of a mid-day sun, under the shadow of a cloud 
screen, or dimly veiled in the pale light of a full moon. 
While it is not an extensive voyage up the Snohomish from its 
debouchure into the Sound to the forks of the Skykomish and Snoqual- 
mie, yet the distance as the crow flies is increased by the windings of 
the stream, But the Snoqualmie is the more serpentine and this 
crookedness augments length over an air line. The broad valley of 
the latter contains several fine hop ranches, and many little towns lie 
close to its banks, but for the most part the great forest prevails. And 
what forests! Everybody has heard of the big red woods of California, 
yet the gigantic sequois of the valleys of the Sierras are immense only 
in their individuality; they excite won<Jer, but do not impress one 
with the awe-inspiring grandeur of a Washington forest. Along the 
upper Snoqualmie the firs and cedars reach to a height of 300ft , 
straight as a plumb line and 40ft. in circumference, growing closely 
together. It is this density an# close matting of great trees that 
appals one. How the soil can support such growth is a marvel. The 
sun never pierces through the closely- packed tops, hence one moves 
in a subdued twilight when passing along the trails in daytime. 
It is extremely difficult to penetrate these forests except along a 
trail. There is such a mass of fallen timber and underbrush to be en- 
countered that it makes the heart sick and limbs weary. One can 
easily climb over a log in an Eastern forest, but to surmount one of 
these prostrate leviathans requires a ladder. I had heard that dark- 
ness can be felt and I appreciated the fact one night when having 
journeyed off the river through the forest trail night caught me in the 
depths of the great woods. Dark? Well yes I I felt it settle on me 
and gather around my course like a mantle. Nothing was visible, no 
glimpse even of a star spangled sky overhead, and every three steps 
my outstretched hands would touch the immense trunk of one of 
those mammoth trees; and then I would feel my way around it, grope 
a nother dozen feet and run into another huge cylinder of bark and 
wood. 
It is a little bit uncanny prowling along the forest trails alone at 
midnight, when the cry of a cougar, or the sniff of a bear causes your 
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SIWASH COAST CANOE.-36ft.X6ft.X2ft. 2in,— Puget Sound, Washington. 
water are the females, rarely the males, adapted to canning. Just 
previous to the run I saw fishermen seining them out of the Sound, 
making single hauls of the seine in which thousands were taken, and 
then counted into the cannery scows at one cent each fish averaging 
Olbs. No stretch of the Imagination is needed to predicate the fate of 
the salmon on such wholesale depletion. 
After passing the Pilchuck, which empties into the main river at 
Bhob'omish City; the salmon trout afforded some sport with a light 
hod, baiting with salmon roe. These trout become so voracious as 
they follow the gravid salmon, that they will seize the eggs as ejected 
by the females. They are strong and gainy, and put up a good little 
fight before they succumb to the resilience of the bamboo or lance. 
Trout— and there are several varieties in the State— will at certain 
seasons take a fly either in river or lake. Sometimes, however, they 
ar6 coy, but the salmon roe, which is about the size of a pea, fastened 
to the point of the hook, is a lure they cannot resist. 
There is something commendable in this to an angler who is after 
grub. I recall many days back East when I have sallied forth with a 
book stocked with a dozen kinds of flies, and have whipped a stream 
or tried a pitch into a good-looking pool, drew blanks, put on a differ- 
ent gang of flies, still no strike, and so on through my list. At last, 
after an expenditure of time and patience, I perhaps struck the cor- 
rect combination and a trout. So far I have not duplicated similar 
experiences on this side of the range. When I have dropped a fly into 
a likely looking bit of water with no results, I have not wasted time in 
going through a gaudy assortment of tinsel and feathers, but just 
simply put on two or more of the sticky, pink-tinted salmon eggs, and 
right speedily my rod tip bowed Its approval. 
The ascent of the Snohomish was made in a leisurely manner. 
Ranch eggs, butter and milk were obtainable at convenient intervals, 
wild berries grew in profusion along the banks, and camp sites were 
numerous. Frequently we toyed with the current, hugging the shore 
now on one side to avoid the main stream and then shooting across 
upon reaching a bend where the waters ran plump into the bank, 
throwing back eddies that would catch our craft and make it spin as 
we allowed it to follow the whirl and converge toward the vortex, 
in pure abandon to a motion that was enjoyable without exertion on 
our part And then we would exclaim, "How nice," and probably 
madam would say, "Don't you wish we could continue this all the 
• time?" until at last with prompt authority I would say, "Well, let us 
.get a hustle," and then the paddle would drive the canoe out of the 
charmed circles of the dancing eddies, and once more point upward. 
But as time was not of the essence of our contract we cheated the 
current by camping over on the ebb tide and sought the advantage of 
the flood in the upward journey. 
There was plenty of company along the Snohomish. Little puffing 
sternwheel steamers frequently bore down on us, or one would 
come up astern, giving us a spiteful wash and congratulatory toot at 
the same time. Anon we ran the gauntlet of a log drive or raft that 
ran along under the impulse of gravity and a momentum command- 
ing a wholesome respect. But the most frequent traveler was a canoe 
similar to our own model containing a Siwash outfit of picturesuue 
vagabonds dressed in garbs as vivid in coloring as a Canadian forest 
in autumn, A coast Indian is a lazy fellow except when in a canoe. 
Seated in his shapely dugout, he wields a paddle all day long easily, 
. gracefully and persistently, and Mrs. Siwash ably backs him on the 
job. 
One day after entering the Snoqualmie we passed a point where a 
Siwash, his klootchman Csquaw) and three little smoke-dried kids had 
camped. They were embarking as we passed and hailed us in the 
coast jargon. We had perhaps a dozen yards the start as they dipped 
their paddles and started in for a race. Now, I had theretofore hugged 
the delusion that I was no slouch with a paddle, and my wife used one 
with power, but those troublesome natives pulled up on us, held the 
boats level for a few yards, aud seemed likely to pass. We had held 
near the shore with the advantage of slack water and a lighter boat, 
and settling down to the work the boats fairly flew along together. 
Occasionally the Siwash would shout a guttural command to his 
squaw, who would bend on a little harder with her paddle, and then 
turn toward us with a grin on her huge mouth that divided her 
swarthy face into two segments of smoked bacon, as she would guy 
me in pare Chinook. For 200yds. we kept the pace, and as my arms 
began to un joint there was a splash and yell from the Tulalip craft 
that called a halt. One of the little Siwash imps in leauing too far out 
had gone overboard, greatly to my gratification, as it called off the 
race. 
My wife uttered a cry, fearing the little tot would drown. "Don't 
worry," I said, "the water is cold enough to paralyze'a white mortal, 
but that little greasy scamp is in his element, so just watch the pro- 
ceedings." Two strokes of the paddles and the canoe swung into 
position, when the Indian grabbed the child by the hair and swung it 
sprawling into the boat, and as it lay sputtering on its face the fond 
parent raised its arterial circulation by a stimulating application of 
he paddle. 
"What a shame!" said my wife. "Which?" I asked, "the providen- 
tial immersion of the kid that saved us the race, or the fanning it got 
from the paddle?" 
A summer cruise in western Washington is delightful. No rain 
falls and the temperature is always agreeable Dry camp sites 
flannel shirt to seem filled with prickers, and makes you wish for day- 
light and a chance with your repeater, or better still desire a comfort- 
able couch beside the camp fire. 
We found some shooting for the pot along the route, mainly grouse, 
which are quite double the size of the Yankee "partridge." But game 
is not so plenty along the rivers as a few years ago, still there is sport 
enough to satisfy a reasonable demand. The legislature has enacted 
some stringent and fair game laws, but in the foothills they are a dead 
letter. Deer shooting out of season and dvnamiting trout are com- 
mon infractions among the lawless gangs that infest the headwaters 
of our mountain streams, but perhaps after the scarcity of game is 
fully felt, as it soon will be, sufficiently to stir up the public, then we 
may hope the ornamental game wardens of the State will become in- 
duced to look after the matter. 
We lingered a few days around the great falls of the Snoqualmie and 
then made a peregrination along the south fork to- the upper falls, 
where we pitched our tent and idled a few days. But the charm of 
primeval nature has sustained a check by the inroid of the iron horse 
that unloads excursionists from the cities of the Sound, thereby con- 
verting these magnificent retreats into mere public resorts. Nothing 
shocks the senses of the sportsman cruiser as the advent of the Sun- 
day excursion train with its motley crowd of basket carriers, sandwich 
Btuffers, beer gluttons and loads of beer, into the halls of nature's 
select wonders. They are not outers but rioters. The charm of nat- 
ure in repose is broken and violated by their carousals, and the sanc- 
tity of creation profaned by the empty liquor flasks and debris of the 
lunch baskets strewn in their wake. Such is the experiences of 
Niagara, Montmorenci and Taughannock, and a similar fate awaits 
the matchless falls of the Snoqualmie. 
Two weeks had slipped along since we left the "City of Smoke- 
stacks," before we turned the Ee-na's prow on the downward glide. 
Where is there a canoeman who has not discovered that a mile does 
not contain 5,280ft. when sliding down a gallant current? Distance 
cards or time tables become base frauds when one is on the charm- 
ing slant, and so both my wife and myself are ready to asseverate 
that from the lower Snoqualmie Falls down stream to the Sound, by 
canoe, the distance is not one-quarter of the three-quarters of a 
hundred miles laid off on the map. To-pographical engineers are sadly 
lacking in veracity and accuracy, in computing up current and down 
current, distances from the same scale, in any table to be used by a 
canoeman. 
Aside from the Columbia, where one can spend weeks in traversing 
hundreds of miles of fine canoe water, there are several splendid 
rivers for moderate cruises in the sound country. Among them one 
of the most delightful is the Skagit, but its bold current and length 
precludes a comfortable ascent except by easy stages, and to enjoy 
canoeing thereon one should convey his canoe by rail and Indian pack 
to the head waters, or buy a dugout there from a native, and then 
make the long descent Way up among its headwaters lies a pretty 
lake, just beneath the towering glaciers of Mc. Baker, where the trout 
are large acd plenty, and are ready to extend a courteous and cordial 
invitation to the cruising readers of Forest and Stream to pay them 
a summer visit. Cayuga. 
Everett, Wash., August. 
Mr. Howard's Racing;. 
Some further particulars of Mr. Howard's sailing at the B. C. A. 
meet are given in the following letter to the Field. Dr Hayward is 
an old and experienced canoe sailor: 
Mr. Howard is so able and so ready an exponent of the merits of his 
canoe Yankee that I am convinced he will take in good part a few re- 
flections of criticism from an unprejudiced spectator. A busy man's 
affairs get into such a grievous tangle during a three weeks' holiday 
that I have only just been able to overtake my accumulated boating 
literature, and, therefore, have only to-day seen the last two Fields 
which instigate the following remarks: 
I grant, in the firs! place, that Yankee was the best racing canoe at 
Salcombe, and I can quite believe she is the fastest canoe on long 
courses at present in this country. She is handsome, handy, and ad- 
mirably handled. Now, per contra: 
The Yankee required as much and as lengthy handling on shore as 
she did afloat. Canoeists with plenty of time and enthusiasm may 
like to spend hours tinkering with their ships ashore; but much makes 
too big a hole in a fortnight's holiday. To be engaged in "repairs" 
while others are sailing, while the tide is wasting, or after the first 
gun has gone, is an experience which palls on constant repetition. 
Yankee's mast and spars required repeated whippings; the steering 
gear wrecked on three occasions in my observation, and I believe at 
several other times; the various suits of sails came on and off like the 
disguises of a quick-change artist, I pass over the fact that the boat 
is so thinly built as to require very careful treatment ashore, and that 
she will not stow away a tobacco pouch; for one does not expect 
strength or comfort in a racer, but she should be able to stick t > 
her center-plate. 
Again, Yankee Is a slut in Btays; whatever way she may have on, 
when the helm goes down she gets In the wind, stops and shivers, and, 
if among waves or in any way blanketed, a ruinous stern-board is 
required. 
Yankee's behavior during the race for the Salcombe Town cup on 
Aug. 14 was a revelation to many of us, aud quite destroyed a half- 
rormed intention of mine to order a similar craft Had you beeD on 
the markboat,'Sir, you could not have helped joining in the laughter, 
although it was rather rudely loud and prolonged; and I am sure you 
would have also joined heartily in the cheers at Mr. Howard's pluck 
and endurance, which followed. 
As the Yankee did not return from the run up Southpool Creek 
anxious inquiries were made, and we heard that she had been in all 
sorts of trouble. However, later on we saw her beating down the har- 
bor, and when opposite the committee boat, she capsized and turned 
bottom up. The prolonged and frantic but unavailing efforts to right 
her which Mr. Howard made, terminated in the wreck blowing ashore 
and in the crew's severe and in my opinion undesirable exhaustion 
and numbness. Now, suppose there had been no convenient shore or 
other refuge, say in mid ohannel. across which Mr. Porter, in a small 
Mersey canoe, has just again sailed from Fo'kstone to Boulogne! 
To save space, I will now briefly refer to Yankee's exploits in racing 
at Salcombe. Iu the race on Aug. 10 for a valuable sliver cup pre- 
sented by Mr. Fred Evans, M. C. C, for canoes and canoe-yawls, Yan- 
kee was 13m. late at the start, carried away her steering gear on the 
second round, and was last boat but one. In the race for the Sal- 
combe cup on Aug. 14, Yankee came to utter grief, as stated. On Aug. 
15 Yankee did not race, although entered, For the Lough Erne cup 
on Aug, 16, there was exactly the weather for Yankee. As officer of 
the day, in the absence of my superior officers, I strained my powers 
to the utmost to wait for Yankee, recognizing that Mr. Howard had 
sailed in one of the canoe-yawls during the ladies' race. This race fin- 
ished by a quarter past three, and at four o'clock all the competitors 
for the Lough Erne cup were present except Yankee. I informed 
them I should not take the time by the town clock of Salcombe 
(plainly visible to all), but would go by my watch, which was tea 
minutes later; even then I waited another ten minutes before firing 
the first gun, the hope of seeing Yankee appear supporting me against 
the grumbling of my assistants on the flagship. Yankee sailed a real 
good race. Between Rogue and Yankee at the finish there was 12m. 
19s.; by Y. B. A. allowance Rogue would have had to give Yankee 
rather less than 4Y 2 va ; this would make Rogue winner by 7}im. It, 
however, we consider the times taken to do the course, we find: 
Rogue 2 10 10 Yankee 2 12 57 
Therefore, had Yankee made a good start, she would have won the 
cup. Yankee sailed an impromptu match with my canoe Banshee 
not a speedy boat, and only possessing a short slide. The Banshee 
was well sailed by Mr. G. Y. Laws, and won by a few seconds. There 
was a fair breeze; Banshee led on the run, was passed on the reach, 
and came ahead again on the turn to windward. 
The only other race was that with Mr. Brand's J-^-rater, and here 
Yankee's run of bad luck changed. 
The system of corrected time to which Mr. Howard alludes as cus- 
tomary in America, must encourage slovenly starts, and, if it permits 
a racer to do 20 minutes late at the start without penalty, theflukiueas 
of sailing races is indefinitely increased. 
Your editorial remarks about the undesirable nature of races 
between canoes and canoe-yawls for valuable prizes were justified by 
our experiences at Salcombe. On two days out of three the yawl can 
give the canoe much more than her Y. R. A. allowance, and a J^-rater 
like Spruce HI., can beat both craft by 5 times that allowance. 
Of course every boat has its day; Yankee had hers when the match 
with Spruce III. came off, and it is curious to notice that her habit of 
late starting stood her in good stead on this occasion for once. The? 
wind was very light and fluky and the tide on a strong flow; Spruce, 
starting early, drifted past the markboat, and could not beat back for 
some long time. Yankee came fussing out of Milbay between the 
signals, and just drifted to the line in time. 
It would, as you remark, be better if the Lough Erne Cup were con- 
fined to canoes or canoe-yawls; but the deed of gift (ill-omened 
word 0 distinctly forbids this. 
Other reflections occur to me with regard to our late meet, and if 
you will give me space for a future letter they shall be registered 
therein. This letter is intended as a criticism on Yankee's perform- 
ances at Salcombe, as they appear to 
John D. Hayward, M. C. C, late hon. sec. B. C.A. 
Liverpool, 
Bed Dragon C. C. 
A special race was sailed by the Red Dragon C. C. on Sept. 29. The 
breeze was strong from the east, kicking up a very heavy sea. These- 
conditions seemed to suit the sharpie canoe Smuggler very well, as 
she won with a long lead. 
Start 4:10. Finish in the following order: Smuggler, A. S. Fenni- 
more; Kielow, T. W. Myes; Ted, M. E. Gray; Fineen, J. M. Hamilton.. 
Ted won the prize for junior sailing. The canoe-yawl Jack-Pot had a 
sailover, as she was the only yawl entered. 
An error has been found in making up the times for the mosquito 
class race of Sept. 15 which gives the race to Mr. Cook's No. 11, Riv- 
erton Y. C, instead of Vixen, Corinthian Y. C, Atlantic City. 
CANOE NEWS NOTES. 
Every great river has a certain individuality, the study of which is a 
most fascinating pursuit, and one that has attracted canoeists from 
the earliest days of canoe traveling. No craft is so perfectly fitted for 
river exploration as the smaller class of canoe, open or decked, and it 
is to these little ships, and the enthusiasts who introduced canoeing, 
that the world is indebted for much of its knowledge of such rivers as 
the Rhine, the Danube and the Mississippi. One of the most interest- 
ing of the smaller American rivers is the St. John, which winds 
through Maine, New Brunswick and Lower Canada, with a maze of 
tributary lakes and streams This river has found a fitting historian 
in Mr. J. W. Bailey, who has described it most carefully and minutely 
in a little book entitled the "The St. John River," issued bv the River- 
side Press, Cambridge. The book is not a story of a cruise, but a de- 
tailed description of the river and its scores of tributary streams. We 
can recommend the St. John River to all who are looking for waters: 
suitable for canoe cruising; and we can also recommend Mr. Bailey's 
book as a complete and satisfactory guide to the river. 
All of those questions which a novice in canoeing asks of the old 
hand are answered clearly and briefly in a little pamphlet by Mr. O. B. 
Vaux which forms one of the "Athletic Library" series published by 
A.G.Spalding & Bros., New York. The many points involved in 
chosing a canoe and learning to use it are very fully covered bv Mr. 
Vaux, and in a way that is easily understood by the most inexperi- 
enced tyro. 
The Illinois Pure Aluminum Co. of Lemont, 111., is now offering a 
stock size of aluminum hunting boat, built in three sections, the di- 
mensions being, length lift. 9in., beam 32in. The weight is 501bs. 
without fittings and 651bs. with fittings but without oars. The same 
company is making a specialty of cooking utensils of aluminum, 
among them being a camp outfit, The outfit for a party of six weighs 
but 13^1bs. 
The fifth year book of the Humber Yawl Club, of Hull, England, is 
quite as artistic and interesting as any of the previous issues, and is 
well worth the attention of all canoe yawl sailors. As usual, the 
cover is the work of Mr. H. B. Hewardine, who has quite surpassed 
his previous efforts. He also contributes a page of very artistic 
comicalities, a dinghy race of Brownies. Mr. Alfred Strange has a 
couple of sketches of his "Cherub" in Dutch waters, that of the boat 
reefed down in the Zuyder Zee being of the sort that warms a canoe- 
yawler's very heart. Mr. G. F. Holmes contributes some sketches 
from the Holland cruise of 1893, including a series which depict the 
sorrows of a deck hand on a canoe-yawl. Mr. E. G. Hewardine has a 
page of sketches of home scenes. Tbe designs are, as usual, an im- 
portant feature, the present number including tbe c b. canoe-yawl 
Kitti wake, 18ft. long, 5ft. 3in. wide and 16in. draft, designed by Mr 
Holmes, the designer of two smaller canoe-yawls, Ethel 2 and Swan, 
15ft. x4ft, 6in., also by Mr, Holmes, and another of his efforts, the 10ft. 
dinghy Dogfish, a compact and serviceable little craft. There are also 
two other designs for canoe-yawl dinghies, one 9ft. long and the other 
6ft. 9in. The club has sixty members and a fleet of sixty boats, 
mostly canoe-yawls, keel and centerboard. The book is published 
only for private circulation. 
A correspondent who is planning a long canoe cruise of 1,000 miles 
or more, is desirous of obtaining information of some western river 
that is suitable for canoeing, with good shores for camping and some 
fishing and shooting, 
gxfle §mge m\cl §dlm%> 
The Winans Trophy. 
We call the attention of our expert revolver shots to the fact that 
the limit of time in which this trophy is open for public competition 
will expire on Deo. 8, 1894. On this date it will become the property 
of W. E. Petty. Mr. Petty has now held it nearly three years against 
all competitors. He is to be congratulated on his past successes, but 
we hope tnat some one of our many experts will come to the front 
before the time expires in order to make Mr. Patty's ownership more 
solid, if nothing more, 
