March i, 1902,] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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Pride was second, and Queen's Pride, good in 
head, legs and feet, was third. Mallwyd Queen 
was also first in winners, bitches. W. B. Meares' 
Tar Heel was first in the class for dogs and bitches which 
had been placed in any public field trial in the United 
States or Canada. 
Irish setters numbered thirty-one. There were only 
three puppies in their class for dogs and bitches. There 
were nine novice dogs. First was won by Toronto 
Blaney, good in head, heavy in shoulders and light in 
forearm. Barrack's Finelcho was second ; is light in 
short ribs, good head, legs and feet. Timothy More was 
third ; he has a heavy but well-shaped head ; flat in ribs. 
Limit dogs numbered twelve. First went to Rockwood, 
Jr., a well-made dog; second to Rory O'More, light in 
muzzle, very good otherwise; third to Toronto Blaney. 
Open dogs numbered eight. First, Rockwood, Jr. ; sec- 
ond, Rory O'More; third, to Prince Victor. Rockwood, 
Jr., was also first in the winners' class. Novice, bitches, 
numbered three. Limit, bitches, numbered seven. St. 
Lambert Mollie was first; she is flat in ribs, is good in 
head and well made otherwise. Signal Bess, second, is 
pinched in nose, but is finely symmetrical. Lady May 
Finglas was third. 
Gordon setters numbered fourteen all told. There were 
no puppies. They varied in quality a great deal. 
Following is a list of the winners of the pointer and 
setter classes: 
POINTERS.— Puppies— Dogs: 1st, G. Jarvis' Chappie of Kent; 
2d, Fairbairn & Wilcox's Pair Acre Hector: 3d, F. W. Fellows' 
Mark's Rush; res. G. S. Raynor's Brownie. Bitches: 1st, Fair- 
bairn & Wilcox's Fair Acre Anna; 2d, G. S. Mott's Granny; 3d. 
Mrs. M. F. Throckmorton's Woolton Girl: res., W. D. Buckner's 
Quito. Novice. — Dogs: 1st, Westlake Pointer Kennels' Black- 
stone; 2d, R. Crompton's Dan Woodstock; 3d, H. H. Peck's 
Lumber Boy; res., Fairbairn & Wilcox's Fair Acre Trinket. 
Bitches: 1st, Fairbairn & Wilcox's Fair Acre Jady; 2d, H. W. 
Richardson's Miss Westlake; 3d, Geo. Jarvis' Ruth of Kent; res., 
A. D. Keim's Linden Bess. Dogs under 551bs. : 1st and 2d, Fair- 
bairn & Wilcox's Fair Acre Puzzle and Fair Acre Bonnie ; 3d, 
Westlake Kennels' Blackstone; res., M. T. Mason's Flynt's Boy; 
551bs. and under: 1st, R. Crompton's Dan Woodstock; 2d, M. T, 
Mason's Young Flynt; 3d, W. P. Austin's Tioga Sam; res., West- 
lake Pointer Kennels' Sam's Mars. Bitches under oOlbs. : 1st, G. 
S. Mott's Prince's Alice; 2d, Westlake Pointer Kennels' Westlake 
Surprise; 3d, Fairbairn & Wilcox's Lass o'Yoka; res., G. B. Wal- 
ton^ Bessie Bang II. Over 501bs, : 1st Westlake Pointer Kennels' 
Westlake Ornament; 2d, R. Crompton's May Hobson; 3d, A. D. 
Keim's Linden Bess; res., J. J. Rockwell's Nellie III.' — Open. — 
Dogs under 551bs. : 1st, J. H. Ogden's Lansdowne Malt; 2d and 
3d, G. S. Mott's Prince's Boy and Stowaway; res., Westlake 
Pointer Kennels' Blackstone; 551bs. and over: 1st, W. Ferguson, 
Jr.'s, King William r^d, Swift Brook Kennels' Dustaway; 3d, R. 
Crompton's Dan Woodstock; res., M. T. Mason's Young Flynt. 
Bitches under 501bs. : 1st, Westlake Pointer Kennels' Westlake 
Startle: 2d, H. W. Richardson, Jr.'s, Miss Westlake; 3d, G. B. 
Walton's Bessie Bang II.; res., Dr. A. Fitch's Prince's LadV 
Lassie. 501bs. and over: 1st, Westlake Pointer Kennels' Belle 
Westlake; 2d, R. Crompton's May Hobson; 3d, J. S. Williams' 
Daisy Steen. Winners. — Dogs: 1st, J. H. Ogden's Lansdowne 
Malt; res., G. S. Mott's Prince's Boy. Bitches: 1st, Westlake 
Pointer Kennels' Belle Westlake; res., G. S. Mott's Prince's Alice. 
Field Trial Class. — Dogs and bitches: 1st, W. A. Austin's Tioga 
Sam; 2d. Westlake Pointer Kennels' Blackstone; 3d, Dr. Allen 
Fitch's Prince's Lad's Lassie. 
ENGLISH SETTERS. — Puppies. — Dogs : 1st, Toe Lewis' Real 
John; 2d, J. E. Daniels' Roderigo D.; 3d, T. E. Daniels' Mike D. ; 
res., F. E. Conlon's Queen's Patch. Bitches: 1st and 2d, H. A. 
Belcher's Blue Bess and Pauline B. ; 3d and res., J. E. Daniels' 
Fairy D. and Flirt D. Novice. — Dogs: 1st, F. Herroder's Fred's 
Boy; 2d, E. F. Powers' Fleet Highland; 3d, Windholme Kennels' 
Windholme Woodchuck; res., J. S. O'Neil's Monk's Spot. 
Bitches: 1st, Vancroft Kennels' Fan O'Leck; 2d. G. P. Finnigan's 
Empress of China; 3d, W. W. McCain's Nellie Allis; res., J. O. 
Bourne's Locksley Clip. Limit.— Dogs: 1st, G. C. Thomas' MaTl- 
wyd Sirdar; 2d, Vancroft Kennels' Bracken O'Leck; 3d, R. P. 
Cushman's Deceit; res., G. C. Thomas, Jr.'s, Stylish Sergeant. 
Bitches: 1st, Joe Lewis' Mallwyd Queen; 2d and 3d, Vancroft 
Kennels' Fan O'Leck and Queen's Paragon; res., G. C. Thomas, 
Jr.'s, Pera. Open. — Dogs: 1st Vancroft Kennels' Champion Bar- 
ton Tory; 2d, Geo. C. Thomas, Jr.'s, Mallwyd Sirdar; 3d, Van- 
croft Kennels' Bracken O'Leck; res., R. P. Cushman's Deceit. 
Bitches: 1st, J. Lewis' Mallwyd Queen; 2d. Vancroft Kennels' 
Queen's Place Pride; 3d and res., Vancroft Kennels' Queen's 
Pride and Queen's Paragon. Winners.— Dogs: 1st Vancroft Ken- 
nels' champion Barton Tory; res., G. C. Thomas, Jr.'s, Mallwyd 
Sirdar. Bitches: 1st, J. Lewis' Mallwyd Queen; res., Vancroft 
Kennels' Queen's Place Pride. Field Trial Class. — Dogs and 
Bitches: 1st, W. B. Meares' Tar Heel; res., G. C. Thomas, Jr.'s, 
Sport Solomon. 
IRISH SETTERS. — Puppies. — Dogs and bitches: 1st, St. 
Cloud Kennels' Dermond; 2d, and 3d, Coulson & Ward's St. 
Simon and St. Lambert Kathleen. Novice. — Dogs: 1st, Coulson 
& Ward's Toronto Blaney; 2d, J. S. Lacock's Barracks Finelcho; 
3d, Mrs. L. Fitzgerald's Timothy O'More; res., H. A. Smith's 
Duke of Essex. Bitches: 1st, Coulson & Ward's St. Lambert 
Norah: 2d, E. G. Harder's Belle of Newark; 8d, Woodbury Ken- 
nels' May Rockwood. Limit. — Dogs: 1st, B. B. Lathbury's 
Rockwood, Jr.; 2d", and 3d, Coulson & Ward's Rory O'More and 
Toronto Blaney; res., J. S. Lacock's Barrack's Finelcho. Bitches: 
1st, .Coulson & Ward's St. Lambert Mollie; 2d and 3d, Vsncroi't 
Kennels' Signal Bess and Ladv May Finglas; res., B. B. Lath- 
bury's Trilby Girl II. Open.— Dogs: 1st, B. B. Lathburv, Jr.'s, 
Rockwood, Jr.; 2d, Coulson & Ward's Rory O'More; 3d and res., 
Vancroft Kennels' Prince Victor and Toronto Blaney. Bitches: 
1st, H. B. Lathbury's Trilbv Girl II.; 2d, Vancroft Kennels' 
Heather Pet; 3d. J. Lewis' Red Rose III.; res., Mrs. H. N. Ran- 
som's Rockwood Queen. Winners.— Dogs: 1st, B. B. Lathbury, 
Jr.'s, Rockwood, Jr.; res., Coulson & Ward's Toronto Blaney. 
Bitches: 1st and res., Coulson & Ward's St. Lambert Mollie and 
St. Lambert Norah. 
GORDON SETTERS. — Novice. — Dogs and bitches: 1st, W. G. 
Kugler's" Echo Clinton II.; 2d, W. C. Allison's Heather Crack; 
3d. R. Schimp's Ned S. ; res.. Luck Kennels' Lad O'Luck. Limit. 
—Dogs and Bitches: 1st, Vancroft Kennels' Downham Victor; 
2d, W. G. Kugler's Echo Clinton II.; 3d, Vancroft Kennels' 
Heather Charm; res., W. C. Allison's Heather Charm. Open. — 
Dogs: 1st Vancroft Kennels' Downham Victor; 2d, Miss Mignon- 
Morrogh Shannon's Duke; 3d, W. G. Kugler's Echo Clinton: 
res., W. C. Allison's Heather Crack. Bitches: 1st, Vancroft 
Kennels' Heather Charm; 2d, Vancroft Kennels' Heather Twinkle; 
3d, W. C. Kugler's Winona Clinton; res., J. Fearnley's Gordon's 
Pride. Winners. — Dogs and Bitches: 1st, Vancroft Kennels' 
Downham Victor; res., W. G. Kugler's Echo Clinton II, 
Atlantic City Kennel Cl«f>. 
The list of judges of the Atlantic City show follows: 
Mr. James Mortimer, bloodhounds, mastiffs, St. Ber- 
nards, spaniels, Boston terriers and whippets. 
Mr. Ronald H. Barlow, Great Danes, Russian .wolf- 
hounds, deerhounds, greyhounds, bulldogs, French .bull- 
dogs,' Airedale terriers'," Welsh terriers and poodles. 
Mr. G. Muss-Arnolt, pointers, setters and dachshunde. 
Mr. A. D. Lewis, collies. 
Mr. W. G. Rockefeller, beagles. 
Mr, Frank H. Croker, bull terriers. 
Mr. W.-W. Caswell, Irish terriers. 
Mr, R. F. Mayhew, fox terriers. Old English sheep 
dogs, Scottish terriers, black and tan terriers, Pomer- 
anians, Yorkshire terriers, toy terriers, toy spaniels and 
miscellaneous. 
Th'epremium list is a liberal one. Entries close March 
10. Mr. James Mortimer will superintend the show. 
For premium lists, etc.. address the Secretary, Mr. T, H, 
Terry, Atlantic City, N. J, 
Points and Flashes. 
The number of entries at the recent New York show 
was a record breaker for American bench shows. There 
were 2,366, though, of course, this does not indicate the 
number of dogs, as soivie were entered more than once in 
the different classes. 
The championship field trial had two entries, and was 
run the latter part of last week. Of the two, Mr. H. B. 
Duryea's Sioux won; her competitor Clip Windem, quit 
before the expiration of the time limit. The judges were 
Messrs. Hobart Ames, C. E. Buckle and H. S. Bevan. 
§atwqing, 
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Down the Danube in a Canadian 
Canoe* — IV. 
(From Macmillarfs Magazine.) 
Next day the river grew wider, swifter and even more 
deserted. At Korteljes we landed to buy provisions, 
though only the watchman's hut was in sight. As we 
stepped on shore my hat blew off and floated down 
stream. At once the man (who spoke a little German) 
went into his hut and produced one of his own, which he 
begged me to wear; it was a greasy, wide-brimmed felt, 
but I could not refuse it. and he seemed delighted. He 
directed us to a farm a mile inland for milk and eggs, and 
gave us the correct pronunciation of the necessary words. 
The farm stood on the broad plain in a grove of acacia 
trees, with snow-white walls and overhanging thatched 
roofs, forming a square, within which were oxen, 
buffaloes, pigs, geese and romping children in brilliant 
skirts. The older girls had yellow kerchiefs on their 
heads ; one little girl, in flaming colors, was chasing a 
chicken in and out among the trees and oxen ; all stopped 
to stare as we approached, swinging an empty milk can. 
Through the farmhouse door I got a glimpse into a spot- 
less kitchen, and a most courteous woman with brilliant 
dark eyes sold us what we required very cheaply. I took 
off my new greasy hat to them when we left, and the 
children followed us to the river, a motley escort. 
On we went down the great rushing stream, ever 
flanked by a sea of silvery willows swaying and bending 
in the wind, reed beds, 10ft. high, alternating with 
stretches of gray shingle. Between the wooded islands 
vistas opened in all directions; narrow glades where the 
river sent out new arms in patches of sunshine with the 
faint sound of water tumbling over distant shallows; while 
down some far blue reach, filled with the afternoon 
shadows, we could see immense herds of cattle, swine and 
flocks of geese, feeding in meadows lined with poplars 
and birch trees. Horses in vast quantities roamed along 
the banks, watched by herdsmen who wore cool white 
skirts instead of trousers. Often, in the backwaters, oxen, 
horses, buffalo, pigs and geese were all crowded to- 
gether trying to keep cool in the great heat. 
At Komorn, rising with its fortress just above the dead 
level of the plain, we laid in provisions. The grocer was 
inquisitive: "Where have you come from? Where are 
you going to ? How do you cook ? Where do you sleep ? 
Are you not afraid of grasshoppers and snakes? What 
an awful distance you have come — the source of the 
Danube, where is it? You are both quite young, aren't 
you ? But you are so enormous" — and so on, and so_ on. 
From here we saw the blue mountains that encircle 
Budapest — not more than forty miles away as a crow 
would fly it. but a splendid loop of sixty-five miles by the 
river. Budapest draws one like a magnet. There is a 
suggestion of delicious wildness about it born of I know 
not what. The very name seems set to some flying frag- 
ment of the wild national music — a bar of the csardas, or 
of the wailing Hungarian songs that thrill with such in- 
tense virility. The west, too, sinks lower on the horizon 
when Budapest is reached, and the Danube sweeps you 
on through the Iron Gates to Turkey and the Fekete 
Tengerig (Black Sea). 
Willows, reeds, and islands have all vanished now, and 
there were no sudden whirlpools in midstream. With 
majestic dignity that disguised the real speed, the mass of 
water, a mile to a mile and a half wide, swept steadily 
down under that fierce heat toward the mountain. We 
kept to midstream and were never tired of watching the 
banks slip by with their ever-changing pictures : open 
shore ; fields with barley standing in sheaves ; vineyards 
coming down to the water's edge; cottages with thick 
thatch and white walls; villages full of wild, over-grown 
gardens, and groves of acacia trees of brilliant washed 
green. We landed for milk at a farmhouse on the right 
bank and found that the proprietor spoke English and 
had traveled in England and Norway and studied in 
Vienna. "It's only twenty-six kilometers to Budapest," 
he told us. Later on we overtook some peasants in a boat 
full of vegetables, and kept pace with them for a little 
while we chatted in German. "It's a little over forty 
kilometers to Pest," they said. Boats became frequent 
after this, broad, flat-bottomed, laden with farm produce, 
and rowed by men and women who took their hats off to 
us and asked many questions in bad German. All agreed 
on one thing — that the Austrians were a poor lot of peo- 
ple compared with the Hungarians ; and all differed on 
another thing — the distance to Budapest. Tt varied with 
every boat, and at length we became so confused with the 
arguments of the spokesman in German and the mock- 
ing chorus of the rest in Hungarian, that we almost ex- 
pected to hear that we had already passed it, or were 
perhaps on the wrong river altogether. 
To avoid calamities we increased our speed and left 
the string of boats behind. In the afternoon we came to 
Gran. The dome of its huge Italian basilica dominates 
for miles the plain we had just traversed," but looks like 
a round gleaming pebble beside the mountains that rise 
behind it. The charms of this quaint little town made us 
realize that time is after all but a form of! thought; in 
other words, we stayed too long. .At half-past six we 
entered the wide deep valley of these magical mountains 
hoping to find a camping place so soon - as, we- were beyond 
the town. The sun was hidden ; the mountains stood out- 
lined in purple against a wonderful, sky, with long thin 
clouds just touching some of the higher peaks; the water 
glowed as though fires burned beneath the waves. Mile 
after mile we followed the windings of the valley, the hills 
folding up behind us, but opening even in front again into 
new and darker distances. But no camping place ap- 
peared; one side was too steep, the other treeless. The 
shadows lengthened and grew deeper; the hills changed 
from purple to black; the lights of villages twinkled across 
the river as across a wide lake. They fairly lined the 
base of the hills, and secluded camping spots were evi- 
dently things of the past; there was not even an island. 
Eight, nine o'clock oassed ; it became too dark to cross 
or recross with safety. We hugged the left bank, eagerly 
scanning the shore under the steep hills and waiting 
for the moon to rise. It was 10 o'clock when the moon 
topped the mountains of the other shore and filled the 
valley with silver. We found a level yard or two below 
some vineyards, unpleasantly close to the abode of the 
proprietor, and there made a small fire and_ dined late off 
eggs and cocoa. The scenery was more thrilling than the 
raeal : the dim hills rising through the moonlight ; the 
white river filling the space between as if the whole valley 
were sliding noiselessly past, the fragrant air, warm and 
still, shot here and there with fire flies — and Hungary — 
Avild, musical, enchanted Hungary ! The fire had died 
down and we were smoking at the mouth of the tent 
when sounds of music floated to our ears, and presently 
a barge of peasants towed by three men along the shore 
came slowly up the stream. Cymbals and violins were 
playing a national air and a few low voices were singing. 
The barge floated past as if no one had seen us, and 
the music died away in the distance. 
And on the mere the wailing died away. 
A man fishing woke us early and asked if the W ein- 
huter (watchman of vineyards) had not disturbed us. 
Luckily, he had not. "That's because it's Sunday and he's 
overslept himself." In spite of this warning we break- 
fasted leisurely, and then paddling down stream in blazing 
sunshine landed a mile below at Visegrad on the opposite 
bank. This little town, with its ruined castle, and fortress 
destroyed by the Austrians, nestles among the mountains, 
and here the good folk of Budapest come in summer to 
their villas among the acacia trees. Everybody spoke to 
us, helped to pull up the canoe, "told us what to see, where 
to get good coffee or cooling drinks, described (with 
painful detail) the remaining twenty miles to Budapest, 
and showed themselves in all ways most courteous and 
obliging, Gipsy music sounded everywhere among the 
trees, and the peasants in bright Sunday costumes lent 
color to the scene. 
Below Vifiegrad, which we left with much reluctance, 
begins an island which stretches the whole twenty miles 
to Budapest. Taking the inner channel, we paddled 
peacefully all day under blue mountains in a haze of 
delicious heat, past villages, ferries, churches, castles, pri- 
vate villas, acres of vineyards over the slopes of the hills, 
and vast herds of horses and oxen standing in the water, 
till we camped at sunset on a treeless bit of plain at the 
extreme point of the island, only a mile from Budapest. 
It was like camping on the Brighton downs. With diffi- 
culty we collected scraps of wood enough to make a fire 
that would boil water. It was a windless night, and our 
candle stood tied to a stick in the open air with a mo- 
tionless flame. The moon, rising late, showed rounded 
curves of bare hills behind us — and then, two figures ap- 
proached us cautiously from the river. They came to the 
outside of the firelight circle and stopped ; but at our in- 
vitation they came within and smoked the last of our 
noblesse cigars — poor fellows! Night fishermen they 
were, short, thick-set, dark-faced Huns. They drank our 
cocoa and explained their strange-looking nets to us 
while waiting for the moon to rise higher. AH night long 
they fished, and on their way home to bed at 5 next morn- 
ing they looked in to give us a hearty good morning and 
the information that the cows were coming. 
The thunder of hoofs confirmed this, and we got up in 
time to protect the tent from a herd of several hundred 
cattle. A herder followed them, a dwarf -like creature 
with a pole axe as big as himself, and a badge which 
proclaimed him Government keeper of the plain (Crown- 
land) where all men's cattle might feed on certain condi- 
tions. He spoke no German, but he understood the mean- 
ing of a plate of veal, and he finished our meat (two 
pounds) in about ten minutes. Then he drank some cocoa, 
asking, with a wry face, if it were paprika (Hungarian 
pepper). 
It was piping hot on the treeless plain, and Budapest lay 
waiting for us. We shaved and donned our town suits. 
The herder, grateful for his meal, helped to carry our 
things to the canoe, and, long after we were off, stood 
shading his eyes with his hand and staring after us. We 
drifted lazily down another mile of steaming hot river 
and landed at the wharf of the Hunnia Rov/ing Club on 
the right bank— nearly a thousand miles from the sleepy 
little village in the Black Forest where we had embarked 
six weeks before. Algernon Blackwood. 
Till the Sea Gives up Its Dead. 
From the London Fishing Gazette. 
The boats sailed into the eye of the sun, 
Into the eye of the sun they sailed; 
The women sat by the door and spun — 
Spun till the daylight failed. | 
There was blue-eyed Otto betrothed to Kate, 
But Jack was betrothed to me; i 
And I thought of Jack, and she of his mate, 
That night by the brooding sea, 
"Oh! the sea takes all," the old crone said, 
Bent low to the driftwood fire — 
"The young, the old, and the newly wed, 
The son, and the gallant sire. 
Some come ashore when the tide is neap, 
But the waves be deep," she said: 
"And them ye weep will wake from sleep 
When the sea gives up its dead." 
The boats sailed into the eye of the sun, 
Into the eye of the sun they sailed; 
We heard the throb of the signal gun, 
But never the hulks were hailed. 
There wa s blue-eyed Otto, betrothed to Kate, 
And Jack, who was pledged to me. 
Came back, each fast in the arms of his mate, 
Cast up by the thundering sea. 
"Oh I the sea takes all," the old crone said, ] 
Crouched over the dying fire — , "{ 
"The young, the old, and the newly wed, 
The son, and the gallant sire. 
Some come ashore when the tide is neap,_ 
But He rules the deep," she said: 
"And them ye weep secure will sleep 
Till the sea gives up its dead," ^ j 
