Deo. 21, 1901.] 
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once you take a S. P. Pullman to Ashland and get into 
this hunter's and fisherman's paradise. 
President David Starr Jordan had some fear my fish in 
a lake so large m-'ght not find each other in pairing time. 
Steele's fish have found each other, and the angling 
world may know that the rarest lake on the Pacific coast 
is stocked. Think of striking a lo-poundcr where not a 
rock, a weed or log may bother your line if you play out 
2,000 feet. Whew ! Edwin Sidney Williams. 
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Fixtures. 
BENCH SHOWS. 
1902. 
Feb. 4-6. — Providence, R. I. — ^Rhode Island Kennel Club's annual 
show. George D. Miller, Sec'y. 
FIELD TRIALS. 
1902. 
Jan. 20. — Grand Junction, Tenn. — United States Field Trial 
Club's thirteenth annual trials. W. B. Stafford, Sec'y. 
Feb. 10. — Grand Junction, Tenn. — Continental Field Trial Club's 
trials. Theo. Sturges, Sec'y. 
Death of Frank. 
B-A-RRE, Vt. — Three years ago I wrote an article to 
Forest .\nd Stream on "Foxes and Fox Hounds," and 
at that time I mentioned the difficult}' my brother and I 
had in securing a desirable fox dog, and our final purchase 
of a rabbit hound that persisted in running foxes. 
I am pained tp report we lost by death this dog last 
week. The last fox shot ahead of him was on the day of 
his death — which no doubt was caused by poison. This 
was the forty-second fox killed ahead of him during the 
time we have owned him. 
Old Drive, owned by Dr. E. H. Niles, of Danvers, 
Mass., will, on his return to his summer home, miss 
Frank, for they were steadfast friends and companions on 
many a hunt, and their musical voices up and down the 
Ompotnpanoosiic Valley were familiarly known. I would 
not take this space to report the loss of an ordinary dog, 
but in this one it is the oft-told story of every old hunter, 
"we never again expect to own another like him." While 
readmg the letter that brought the sad news, I could not 
Avithhold the moisture from gathering beneath the lids, 
and my mind wandered back to the last hunt we had 
together on that bright October morning, when my 
brother and I each shot our fox. and were at home in time 
tor dinner. Some cannot understand how love lurks 
about a "cussed hoimd," but, dear reader, this was tiot 
the sneaking, raw-boned, thieving cur so often met with 
in the hound family, but instead was as trim as a pointer, 
with ears no longer, with a most wonderful intellect. I 
will not write on, suffice to say that the owners alone are 
not all that mourn, and when these lines are read by those 
that have had the pleasure of a hunt with Frank, will feel 
sad I am sure. B. A. E. 
The New Engrland Kennel Club. 
Boston, Dec. 14. — Editor Forest and Stream: I 
beg to announce the Dog Show Committee of 
the New England Kennel Club for 1902, viz: 
Messrs. Samuel Hammond, J. M. Grosvenor,. Jr., 
David Crocker, Tyler Morse, Charles W. Keyes, Robert 
C. McQuillen, William B. Emery. Our eighteenth annual 
dog show will be held at Mechanics' Building, Hunting- 
ton avenue, Boston, Mass., April i, 2, 3 and 4, 1902. 
The name of the superintendent, his office address, etc., 
will be published as soon as decided upon. 
In the meantime all communications regarding the 'dog 
show may be addressed to William B. Emery, Secrei-ary 
Dog Show Com., 260 Albany street, Boston, Mass. 
'Mid Reef and Rapid —XXXL 
BY F. R. WEBB. 
We accordingly gave it up, and, returning to our canoes 
paddled back close in shore up the river for a quarter of 
a mile or more, until we were about opposite the m-ddle 
of the long, diagonal dam, when we dropped across and 
landed on it, and an easy portage was inade by sliding 
the canoes over the crest on to the long, sloping apron, 
and thence down into the river below. 
We paddled through the clustered islands in the bend 
and had an easy run of half a mile or more, when our 
progress was stopped by a long wall of reefs, extending, 
like a dam, in a long., diagonal line from right to left 
clear across and down the river. 
"Great Scott!" cried Lacy, as we landed on this reef 
and took a survey. 
We looked down a long, down-hill slope of about a 
mile. Line after line of reefs or "saw-tooth" ledges 
crossed the river in long, parallel ridges, as though the 
very foundation sills of the mountains had loeen laid bare 
by the river, as, with unwearied patience through count- 
less ages, it ate its way down to the level of the Potomac. 
The pulp mill absorbs pretty much all the water in the 
river from the dam down, consequently the ledges were 
mostly above the water, which trickled over the low 
places, and slipped through the innumerable gaps and 
crevices in the reefs in countless, little, brook-like chan- 
nels, until the bed of the river was so profusely studded 
with rocks that absolutely no water was visible Soyds. 
below us, and the entire range of river bed down the 
fall was, apparently, a perfectly bare wilderness of rocks. 
"I tell you that would be a terrible rapid, with all that 
fall, if there was water enough to cover those rocks !" 
exclaitned Lacy, as he gazed with absorbed interest down 
the apparently dry bed of the river. 
"Well, yon would have thought so if you had come 
down over it as George and I did in our '86 cruise, when 
the water was up all over it," I replied. "It was most ap- 
pallingly rough." 
"I can easily belifeve it," he answered, as he prodded 
idly with his paddle into the frayed, coral-like surface of 
the reef. "Now the question is, how are we to get 
through? I see ahsolutely no thoroughfare. Isn't there 
any boat channel ?" 
"Not out here in the river,' 1 responded, as I tossed 
away the stitmp of my cigar. "That pulp-mill canal 
above there is the old boat channel; the boats didn't run 
this part of the river. All there is to do is to find what 
water we can, which won't be much, and get through as 
best we can." 
We accordingly re-embarked and paddled over to the 
head of the line of reefs next the right bank, from which 
point we felt our way along the long, diagonal, down- 
stream face of the reef, clear across to the left bank, with- 
out finding a sufficiently _ promising opening, where we 
stopped and looked inquiringly at each other. 
"Clearly this won't do!" I exclaimed; "we're no better 
off than we were before'. We've got to get through some 
way. Let's paddle back and try it over. I think our 
best chance is to get out a little way from this bank 
and then work through across toward the other bank — 
in other words, to work as straight across the lines of 
reefs as possible." 
There being nothing else in sight, we adopted this 
plan, and boldly attacked the reef at the first crevice 
which appeared at all promising, and, finally, after an 
hour's work, slipping through unpromising little notches 
here, many of which surprised us by floating us over where 
we least expected it, getting out and wading there, and 
lifting the canoes over when they stuck on a ledge, or 
where no suitable channel appeared ; running a bold, open 
shoot somewhere else, or sliding in our canoes down the 
long, sloping, apron-like face of a reef, worn smooth by 
the water, sometimes with a face 10 or iSft. long, or 
"Brihging up with a terrific smash against the ledges." 
even longer, and covered with only 2 or 3in. of water, 
much after the fashion of a small boy on a cellar door; 
in and out of the water, bumping up against the rocks, 
sometimes through a gap or over a fall stern first or side- 
wise, and with many a narrow escape from a capsize, we 
finally managed to work through half the falls and reached 
a resting place on the old Government dam, where we 
landed for a breathing spell, and to reconnoitre the re- 
maining half-mile or so of the rapid. 
This dam is located about the middle of the fall. Be- 
ginning a few feet out from the right bank, it comes 
across the river in a long, graceful curve, its left end run- 
ning for a long distance down stream, parallel with the 
left bank, forming a race for the old abandoned factory 
at the foot of the rapid, to which it formerly supplied 
power. 
If it was bad above this dam it was infinitely worse 
below, for, with the same fall and same wilderness of 
rocks and reefs, a large part of the water from the pulp 
mill canal had now been returned to the river, through a 
break in the bank a little above the dam upon which we 
stood, evidently a souvenir of the recent flood, and while 
this dam diverted a considerable quantity of water through 
the raceway of the old factory below, at the foot of the 
falls, a large break in the left wing of the dam a hundred 
yards down the race from where we stood let the most of 
it back into the river again, and the water rushed wildly 
and furiously down among the rocks in the remainder 
of the falls, rendering the passage really dangerous, both 
to ourselves and to our light, frail canoes, and making 
the hoarse prophecy of our Watson's Falls friends, "Them 
light little boats '11 be smashed into kin'lin' wood" not 
unlikely to-be realized. 
"Well, how about it?" asked George, as we ruefully 
surveyed the not very promising outlook before us. 
"Well, I think our best chance is to paddle over to 
the right bank, where, you will remember, the dam is 
open, and drop around the end of it, and work through 
over there the best way we can," I replied, as I pulled my 
canoe well up on the dam to secure it while I looked -the 
situation over. 
"Don't you think it would be better to drop down that 
lead to the left there, down the race, and run that break 
in the dam, and then work through on this side?" he con- 
tinued. 
"No, I think my plan best," I replied, "but there 
doesn't seem to be much choice, and my own opinion is 
that whichever way we. go we'll wish we'd gone some 
other way. That break is very rough, and the tail of the 
outflow smashes up dangerously over that mass of rocks 
there at the foot. They will be hard to dodge." 
"There is a clear little channel, there, just this side of 
the rocks," he persisted. 
"Yes, but it's very narrow, and the chances are all 
against our being able to make it," I replied. 
"It will be hard to make," added Lacy. 
"Yes, but it must be made," returned George. 
"I'll tell you," said Lacy, "in running the break swing 
your canoe in on the up-stream side, out of the tail into 
that little eddy just above it, up under the dam there, 
and then take a fresh start from there." 
"That's it," exclaimed George, as he untied his painter 
from a projecting rock on the crest of the dam, and 
prepared to re-embark. 
"All right," s,aid I, as I followed his example. "Any 
way. There doesn't seem to be much choice, and they 
all look equally bad to me." 
Lacy went first, while George and I watched hitii ffotn 
the dam. He paddled down the race, along the wing of 
the dam, turned to the right and entered the shoot, and 
shot down the break. He turned the bow of his canoe 
in toward the eddy as soon as he was safely over the 
dam, but was carried far down toward the rocks, with his 
canoe sidewise across the tail. Finally, by desperate 
paddling, he succeeded in securing the eddy, where, hel- 
met in hand and mopping his forehead, he awaited us. 
"Lacy didn't manage that very well," said George, as 
he stepped aboard his canoe and pushed off from the 
dam. "Surely all that work was not necessary to get into 
that eddy. 
He went down next, while I watched him. He made 
the shoot precisely as Lacy had done, and only by putting 
forth his utmost strength did he clear the rocks and drop 
into the eddy. 
"George didn't manage well either, then," said I to my- 
self, as I took my seat in my canoe, lit a cigar and pushed 
off into the strong flow setting down the race, "Perhaps 
I'd better look a little out." 
When I reached the break I noticed that a reef, or more 
likely a course of the broken dam, lay across it, over which 
the water fell in a perpendicular cataract, a couple of feet 
or so in height, and it was necessary to go below around 
the end of the reef or course and paddle back clear across 
the break in order to gain the haven where George and 
Lacy quietly lay, watching me with interest and anxiety. 
As I approached both shouted something to me, but it 
was lost in the roar of the waters. 
There seemed to be considerable lee close up to the fall 
over the obstruction, which was perpendicular, like a dam, 
and 2 or 3ft. high, and I at once saw that Lacy and 
George had gone too far down before attempting the 
crossing, so I held the nose of my canoe close up under 
the ledge — so close that the water from the fall fell on the 
bow of the boat and spattered over the forward deck and 
hatch — and started to paddle leisurely across. I would 
show those fellows that there was quite no occasion for so 
much superfluous exertion if they only knew how to do it 
properly — in short, in order to run a rapid or fall' suc- 
cessfully, headwork was of more importance than mere 
muscle. 
I had gotten a couple of boat lengths out when my 
canoe was seized by something underneath with a ixiighty 
grasp, thrown around, end for end, and hurled down that 
remorseless tail like a straw. My cigar flew overboard 
in a jiffy, while I grasped my paddle and worked it with 
the strength of desperation, but with no more effect than 
if it had been a twig. I missed the eddy entirely and was 
hurled bodily, almost broadside on, against the dangerous 
mass of rocks at the foot of the shoot, which loomed up 
ten times more threatening and dangerous at close quar- 
ters, but the water banked up against the rocks, like a 
cu.shion instead of breaking over them, and just as my 
canoe was within an inch of being reduced to a mere 
mass of rags and kindling Avood, she held off and slipped 
easily and harmlessly around into the deep little channel 
we had noted from above, down which she shot like a 
race horse into the open water below, and I was safe. 
I took off my helmet and smoothed down my hair, 
which was standing on end, and wiped my dripping fore- 
head with my handkerchief, and looked around and smiled 
a feeble, idiotic little smile upon George and Lacy,, who 
shot swiftly alongside of me as I drifted idly upon the 
rocking surface of a short little reach of still water be- 
low the dam — relief was written upon each countenance. 
They had, with one accord, darted out in alarm after me 
as soon as they saw that I had missed the eddy, and was 
going upon the rocks. 
"What in the mischief did you go way down below 
the break for?" exclaimed George, as he grasped my gun- 
wale, while Lacy at the same time yelled, "You should 
have jumped the break. That's the way we did. We 
hollered at you to jump it." 
"Yes, I know it, now," I replied with a wilted little 
laugh, as I replaced my helmet on my head and took up 
my paddle. "It's a clear case where my hind sight is 
better that my foresight. I'll do k next time." 
The remaining half mfle of rapids below the dam now 
lay before us, with the augmented volume of water escap- 
ing through the break in the pulp mfll canal, infinitely 
worse than above, and well calculated to tax our nerve, 
skill and address to the utmost. There was no wa^y of 
avoiding it, however, except to abandon the cruise, and 
have our canoes ignominiously drayed in to the freight 
depot, an alternative easily within our reach, for we were 
now, and had been for some time, within the limits of 
Harper's Ferry, whose houses straggled up the steep bluff 
on our left, and crowned its summit, as well as lined the 
river front for a long distance up the river behind us. 
We, however, had no desire or intention to avoid it, and, 
selecting the most promising opening, we boldly let our- 
selves loose. 
[to be concluded.] 
Brooklyn C. C. 
The annual meeting of the Brooklyn C. C. was held 
at the residence of Ex-Com. Percy F. Hogan, No. 202 
Jefferson avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y., on the evening of 
Dec. 10. The reports of the officers and committees 
showed the club to be in excellent financial condition, 
and the prospects for the coming season very bright. 
The following were elected officers of the club for the 
ensuing year: Com., Joseph B. Taylor; Vice-Com., H, 
Reitzenstein; Purser, Ainslie W. Walter; Meas., F. 
Valdemar Henshaw; members of the Board of Trustees* 
of the class of 1904, Robert J. Wilkin and Morton V. 
Brokaw. Mr Wilkin was elected President of the Board 
of Trustees, and Mr. Hogan Secretary. The annual 
dinner of the club will be held at the Olde Tavern on 
Duane street, near West Broadway, New York, on the 
evening of Saturday, Jan. 11, 1902, at which time the 
committees for the ensuing year will be announced, and 
the prizes for the past season distributed. 
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