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FOREST -AND STREAM. 
[June 13, 1903. 
Annual Cruise of the Goodenough. 
Story SjbmUted in "Forest and Stream" Cruising 
Competition. 
BY FRANK F. FRISBEE, DETROIT, MICH. 
With Avatching the now dimly seen shore line of 
Batchewana Island and keeping our sails drawing well, 
time flies rapidly, and before we know it we glide into 
Batchewana Bay and round the Fishhouse Point, and 
soon are on our anchorage. It is eleven o'clock be- 
fore our hook is down, and our sails furled. Taps are 
sounded and all turn in, with our riding light in the 
rigging we feel safe. 
Batchewana Bay is only about 45 miles from the 
Soo, but beyond the fact that it is accessible, might 
as well be as many hundred, for it is away from the 
immediate vicinity of the fishing station in the wilder- 
ness. It is probably 15 to 18 miles in extreme denlh. by 
12 or 15 wide, but it is cut in two parts by Batche- 
wana Island, which lies practically in its center. There 
are numerous small islands and countless bays and 
coves. There are five first-class trout streams, some 
of which are large rivers, with several smaller creeks 
running into the bay. Back of it are high hills or 
mountains covered by the dark green forests of the 
north. Outside of the bay are numerous reefs and 
shoals where the trout congregate. By referring to 
the chart accompanying this article and the descrip- 
tions of our various trips, the above description will 
enable one to have a fair idea of our cruising grounds. 
The bay is a beautiful spot in this beautiful world, 
and happy is he who cruises on Batchewana's crystal 
waters. 
If any one still questions the charms of the Bay, 
they will find in the lines beneath a few of the reasons 
why it is charming: 
WHERE IS BATCHEWANA BAY? 
Where the gentle zephyrs play, 
' Where the rushes bend and sway 
O'er the wavelets clear and blue, 
^\■here there's rest and peace for you. 
Where the forest, dark and green, 
On the distant hills are seen; 
W'here the crystal rivers flow, 
Down to join the lake below. 
Where beneath the crystal tide, 
Tlie "speckled crimson beauties" hide; 
And in waters dark and deep. 
The gamy bass 'nealh rock doth sleep. 
Where darkest night is turned to day, 
By bright .\urora's radiant play. 
And the stars in sky so blue and clear, 
Seem to earth to be quite near. 
Where upon the rugged shore, 
The wild waves dash with mighty roar, 
^ ^\ hen the Storm King cometh forth 
* From his home in distant north. 
Where still the caribou and deer, 
' Koam the forest without fear, 
And m^n's desecrating hand has not been laid, 
On forest deep and grassy glade. 
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Where mountains raise toward the sky. 
Their fir-clad peaks and summits high; 
^\■here mighty waterfalls with crested wave, 
The caiicn's deep, dark side do lave. 
Where far from the crowd and push and strife, 
He who will, may live a peaceful life, 
And live not for the morrow, but to-day. 
That, my friend, is Batchewana Bay. 
The sun does not always shine even in Batchewana 
Bay, and the next morning when the Profes.sor turned 
out, he found it had rained hard during the night. The 
wind had gotten to the north, a little west (which 
means cold up there), and there was a nasty sea roll- 
ing outside, which did not bother us, excepting to 
make the yacht tug on her chain, so we payed out 
plenty, so she would ride more easily. 
After breakfast we went ashore and renewed our 
pleasant acquaintance with the foreman of the fish 
gang. For here is a commercial fishing station. We 
replenished our ice chest and sent our mail ashore 
for the down boat, which was due the next day. This 
is an advantage along the north shore, the fact that 
it is possible to send and receive mail from the fish- 
ing stations. So that while in a measure we are 
isolated, we still keep in touch with the outer world. 
LOV/ER FALLS AND POOL OF CHIPPAWA RIVER. 
About noon the Skipper took a vote on where we 
would sail to, and it was decided that we would go 
up the bay to the mouth of the Chippewa River. §0 
the Skipper and Ed went forward and tackled the an- 
chor, while the Professor took the stops off of the 
mainsail and stood by the wheel. On board the 
Goodenough each man does his share, and we take 
much pleasure in handling our craft. We have tried 
taking a sailor man, but find we can get more real 
sport by handling her ourselves, and while it is some- 
times hard work, it gives us a good appetite. In get- 
ting under way Ave always folloAved a certain system, 
and it may please brother yachtsmen to know how Ave 
work it. The Goodenough carries two large anchors 
(100 pounds), a patent and old style, also a kedge. 
We sometimes need 'em all, but generally one large 
anchor will hold her. We never try to haul our an- 
chors with the windlass, but enough of the crew take 
hold of the chain to ride her sloAvly up to the anchor; 
when apeak we make on to the Avindlass and pump her 
up. Sometimes it is hard to break, and then we get 
the canvas on and break the hook loose that Avay. By 
the time our anchor is a Aveigh stops are of¥ of sails, 
mainsail is up and then head sails go up. The Pro- 
fessor takes the Avheel and brings her into the wind. 
The anchor is fished and catted, and we are off. 
The Avind Avas very fresh Avhen Ave started, and Ave 
Avere just able to lay our course for the cut (see dia- 
gram), between mainland and Batchewana Island. The 
Avind held, so that by one o'clock, after a fine sail, we 
neared the ChippcAva. Our anchorage here is just off 
the deep Avater near a bank, which is a great lurking 
place for bass. It is claimed that there are only two 
places Avhere bass can be caught on the north shore 
of Lake Superior — Goulais Bay and Batchewana Bay. 
But you do not always get them there. Sometimes. 
We have had fair luck, as the photographs Avill shoAV. 
Fishing for bass we put in the rest of the day, and 
Avhen evening came enjoyed the beautiful scene and 
the echo, Avhich came back to us from high mountains 
and hills. To the left of the ChippcAva River the hills 
rise nearly precipitous from the shore of the bay, and 
in one place the huge rocks are like palisades, and 
they look like the Avails of some old castle or fortress 
perched upon the mountain top, the highest point be- 
ing 1,040 feet above the sea, or OA^er 400 feet above 
lake level. 
When the bugle Avas sounded the high hills Avould 
send the sound Avaves rolling along, and echo on echo 
Avould come back, until the sound Avould die aAvay in 
a ringing note like that of a bell, and which Ave never 
tired of hearing. During the night a cold north Avind 
came up, so double blankets were very necessary, as 
we always open windows and the companionway at 
night. 
No one Avas in a hurry the next morning to turn 
out, but the Skipper sounded the reveille at seven, and 
it was not long before Percy's kerosene burner Avas 
puffing. Not that Ave burned oil in out cook stove, but 
Percy had a Avay of hurrying things up by pouring 
coal oil into his stove, and then things hummed. The 
yacht has only been on fire three or four times, but 
that don't count with Percy, when he is in a hurry, and 
Ave looked pleasant and put our trust in Providence. 
We can excuse much in Percy, for he soon calls us to a 
very fine breakfast, for if we do not do anything else, 
Ave live Avell on the Goodenough, and fresh air appe- 
tites are generally Avith the crcAV. 
WATCHING THE WAVES ROLL IN — NORTH SHORE L.\KE 
SUPERIOR. 
It was decided that the Skipper, Ed and the Prof, 
should put in a day on the ChippeAva. So one of the 
small boats is dropped into the water and waders are 
donned, lunch put up and we pull from the yacht, leav- 
ing Percy and his burner in the hands of Providence, 
hoping to find all there when we return. It is only 
a short roAv into the mouth of the river and then up 
the Avinding, beautiful stream for a mile and a half. 
All north shore rivers are like the Kentucky Colonel's 
description of Avhisky — good — but, of course, some are 
more beautiful than others. The Chippewa is one of 
the prettiest and we ahvays enjoy the pull up to the 
first rapids, or low falls, where we leave our boat. It 
Avould be hard to describe the beauties of the falls and 
rapids of the Chippewa. In about one-quarter of a 
mile the river descends at least two hundred feet, and 
this fall consists of sheer descent, broken cascades, 
tumbling rapids and deep, but SAvift floAving basins or 
pools. On one side the huge rocks and hills rise di- 
rect from the floAving Avater, and the dense forest 
crowns the summit Avith an ever-lasting green. Huge 
rocks Avith gray and barren sides, are piled in chaotic 
masses in the center of Avhat, in the season of high 
Avater, is a thundering torrent and a mighty water- 
fall. Great boulders worn smooth by the friction of 
years are piled up in masses, and deep potholes Avorn 
by stones, Avhirled about by the rushing Avaters abound. 
The scene about the falls is wildly beautiful, and the 
immensity of the poAver that has cut its Avay through 
these granite bluffs is overpowering. Pen pictures 
fail in conveying any adequate idea of such scenes as 
Ave here behold, and the photographs accompanying 
this article are like all photographs, tame to look at, 
Avhen compared Avith the original. 
The trout fishing beloAv, in and above the falls, is 
generally good. We ahvays get all Ave Avant, and that 
is sufficient. Our day's catch Avill be a fair sample, fish- 
ing only about four hours. Sixteen fish — ten pounds. 
Largest one and one-half pounds. These trout are the 
genuine fontinalis, or, as commonly called, speckled 
brook trout, the largest taken from the Chippewa by 
our party weighed over three pounds. Our first day 
on the "Chip." as Ave have abbreviated the name, Avas 
one of pleasure. We Avere not out to make a record, 
and. Avantcd other things as Avell as fish. We knew 
A\'hat we could do. as we had been there before. Much 
time Avas spent with the camera, and a few huckleber- 
ries were picked. Ed, Avho had never been up before, 
spent most of his time sitting on the rocks admiring 
the scenery. The Skipper likes to Avade out waist 
deep into some faA^orite pool and cast a skillful fly 
for the big fellows that lurk in deep water, while 
the Prof, kept busy Avith rod and camera, even after 
the rest said quit. The pest of black flies and skeeters 
are here in season, but August has not proved to be 
a bad month and we dope freely. We find that the 
Col. Fox receipt given in the Forest and Stream, is 
as good as any, but the great secret of any fly dope 
being successful is to use it freely and often. 
As we rowed doAvn the river the glassy surface 
shone like a mirror and reflected back Avith added 
splendor the drooping bush, stately fir and shining 
Avhite birch, while the blue sky with its fleecy white 
clouds Avas beneath us instead of over. One who has 
ncA'er seen the startling effects of the shadows on these 
rivers would hardly credit the Avonderfully beautiful re- 
flections, if told how they look. The Avater in most 
of the larger streams is dark and of a peculiar clear 
color, that seems to be capable of reflecting objects 
aboA'e with great distinctness. Slowly Ave pull back 
admirng the scene, and at six reach the mouth of the 
river. The Skipper looks over his shoulder and says, 
"Thank Neptune, the yacht still floats." He always 
expects the burner Avill get in its Avork. 
Trout for supper, and then an hour on deck with 
the ncAV moon, and bugle echoes. Then some games 
of crib before the creAv retire to sleep the sleep of the 
north shore, which is a very refreshing and exceed- 
inglj' delightful variety of slumber. 
A day spent in loafing, bass fishing, just a little, and 
roaming about, soon passes, and it may be some of 
the crew did not get enough of that fine article of 
slumber. At any rate, no one Avanted to sail away 
from the Chippewa, until the next day, then a fine 
breeze tempted us to get sail on. and as it Avas faA'or- 
able we headed up the bay for the extreme southeast- 
ern portion. We had a great Avind, and though it Avas 
squally, Ave carried all sail. In fact, it has to bloAV 
might}' hard to make the Goodenough say enough, as 
she is under, rather than over canvassed — a good 
fault in a cruiser. The Avind came over our quarter 
and off shore, so we could, sailing the course neces- 
sary, start our sheets and let her go. We heeled a lit- 
tle, but there was no sea to speak of, and as the Skip- 
per said, "She Avent some." 
The ten or twelve miles Ave had to go Avcrc too short, 
as we would have enjoyed more of the exhilarating 
sail. 
We dropped anchor in what is known as Stoppel's 
or Cady's Cove, a beautiful little harbor at the ex- 
tremity of the bay. Here rise some very high hills 
and bluffs, and emptying into the eastern side of the 
small bay, or cove, is a small creek — Stoppel's Creek. 
NoAv, Ave knew Stoppel's Creek, and visions of .the 
past, Avhere we had taken tAvo and one-half pound 
trout out of its deep holes, made us quite desirous of 
trying it again. 
The Skipper elected not to go up the creek, as he 
said we would have trout enough and he wanted to do 
some botanizing. So Ed and the Prof, took a small 
boat and started alone. Stoppel's Creek differs from 
'he other streams that flow into Batchewana Bay, as 
it is smaller and comes out of a lower country, there 
being no high falls upon it. The smallest boat can 
only be taken up about a half mile, and then one has 
to Avade. It has, of course, been lumbered, that is, 
timber has been cut on its banks and driven doAvn with 
the spring freshets. At an old dam, about a mile from 
the mouth of the river, which Avas built by the Lumber 
Jacks, and which has partly been destroyed, Ave found 
some fine trout lurking under the logs and in the pools. 
We fished a short time and then decided to Avalk up 
the creek to discover the falls if possible, but after a 
hard tramp of two hours, gave it up, as Ave had gotten 
rapids and rocks on the BATCHEAVANA BELOAV THE FALLS. 
out of the hills and into Avhat looked like a cedar 
SAvamp. We Avere informed afterAvard that the creek 
Iiea4ed in a lake. It was after six P. M. when two 
