FOREST AND STREAM. 
Flxtofcs. 
BEN6H SHOWS. 
Oct 21-24.— New York.— Ladies' Kennel Association of America's 
show. Miss M, K. Bird, Westbury, L. I., Hon. Sec'y. _ , 
Nov. 26-29.— Philadelphia.— PhiladelpWa Dog Show Association's 
show. M. A. Viti, Sec'y. 
FIELD TRIALS. 
Qx;t. 27.— Paris, Mo.— Missouri Field Trial Association's (member 
of the American Championship Club), si.xth annual trials. L. S. 
Eddins, Sec'y, Sedalia, Mo. 
Oct. 27.— Washington C. O., Ohio.— Monongahela Field Trial 
Club's field trials. A. C. Peterson. Sec'y. 
Oct. 28.— Whitby Island, Wash.— Pacific Northwest Field Trials 
F. R, Atkins, Sec'y, Seattle, Wash. 
Nov. 8.— Robinson, 111.— Illinois Field Trial Association's (mem- 
ber of the American Championship Club) fourth annual trials. W. 
R. Green, Sec'y, Marshall, 111. 
Nov 3.— Thirteenth annual field trials of the National Beagle 
Club of America. Charles R. Stevenson, Sec'y, 106 Market street, 
Camden. N. J. .... 
Nov. 3.— Lake View. Mich.— Michigan Field Trial Association's 
(member of the American Championship Club) fifth annual trials. 
C. D. Stuart, Sec'y, Benton Harbor, Mich. 
Nov. 4.— Washington C. H., Ohio.— Ohio Field Trial Associa- 
tion's (member of the American Championship Club) fifth annual 
trials. C. E. Baughn, Sec'y. 
Nov. 7-S.— Robinson, 111.— Western Irish Setter Club's inaugural 
trials. T. L. Fenn, Secy. 
Nov. 17.— Glasgow, Ky.— Third annual trials of the Kentucky 
Field Trial Club. S. B. Hays, Sec'y. 
Nov. 10.— Dicknell, Ind.— Independent Field Trial Club's (mem- 
ber of the American Championship Club) fourth annual trials. 
H. S. Humphrey. Sec'y, Indianapolis, Ind. 
Nov. 11.— Hampton, Conn.— Connecticut Field Trial Club's trials. 
F. W. Smith. Sec'y, New Haven. 
Nov. 10.— Rnthven, Ont. — North American Field Trial Associa- 
tion's (member of the American Championship Club) fourth 
annual tririls. Richard Bangham, Sec'y, Windsor, Ont. 
Nov. 1].— St. Joachim, Ont.— International Field Trial Club's 
fourteenth annual trials. W. B. Wells. Hon. Sec'y. 
Nov, 17.— Glascow, Ky.— Kentucky Field Trial Club's (mem- 
ber of the American Championship Club) third annual trials. F, 
W. Samuel. Spc'v. Louisville. Ky. 
Nov 18.— Kuthven, Ont. — Fourth annual trials of the North 
American Field Trial Club. Alfred Wigle, Sec'y, Windsor, Ont. 
Nov. 20.— Manor. L. I.— Pointer Club of America's (member of 
the American Championship Club) second annual trials. R. E. 
Westlake, Sec'y, Scranton, Pa. 
Dec. 1. — ^^:^shington C. H., Ohio. — American Championship 
Field Trial Club's second annual trials. Chas. B. Cooke, Sec'y, 
Richmond, Va. 
Dec. 1.— , . — Interstate Championship Field Trial 
AEBOciation's second annual trials. C. D. Cooke, Sec'y. 
Dec. 15.— Hiintsville, Ala.— Alabama Field Trial Club's (member 
of the American Championship Club) third annual trials. John 
F. Fletcher. Stc'y, Birmingham, Ala. 
Points and Flashes. 
We have received the following communicat.ion: 
"Nov. J3, igo2, the thirteenth annual field trials of the 
National Beagle Club of America. Westbury grounds, 
Long Island. Club headquarters, Johren's Hotel, Minc- 
ola, L. I. Charles R. Stevenson, Sec'y, io6 Market 
street, Camden, N. J." 
Canine Elegies and Epitaphs. 
XXlII,-Oa the Death of Buffie. 
A handsome voung hound, with a voice like a silver bugle. He 
made too rauch'noise o' nights; and there be dull souls who prefer 
sleep to music, Buffie was poisoned by the very man whom he 
had serenaded for weeks! 
Puzr Buffie — A fter the Lallans of Burns. 
Gae tell to a' the hunters roun' 
That Geordie's heart is sair cast down ; 
Wi' hirplin' step he treads the groun'. 
An' hingin' head. 
' Buffie, the wale o' youthfu' houn's, 
Puir Buffie's dead. 
Let ilka tod frae Butler's hill 
To Allen's swamp an' Merrick's rill, 
For vera 'joy bark loud an' shrill 
Wi' muckle glee. 
Puir Buffie's lyin' stark and still 
Out owre the lea. 
Had he been slain in open day 
By hoof or horn o' stag at bay, 
I wadna hae the heart to say 
It did him wrang: 
'Tis murd'rous an' unmanly play 
That gies the pang. 
Na douht but he at times might draw 
Ae sned o' beef wi' thievin' jaw, 
Or, aiblins on fine nights might blaw 
About the street. 
But if that faut's agin' the law, 
, He couldn-a see't. 
■ , Perhaps he might in pleasant weather, 
Wi' ither tykes sometime foregather 
To fyke on grocer's wares. But whether 
He did or not. 
In spite o' a' their scauldin' blether's 
A triflin' faut. 
He maks the fourth o' lang eared frien's 
Wha followed me o'er hills an' glens 
Until they met untimely ends 
By murder sair. 
Their fauts were something less than men's. 
Their virtues mair. 
But Buffie dog, a long fareweel! \ 
Nae doubt ye were a roguish chiel: — 
But aiblins there's anither field 
Where thou an' I 
Maun chance to fin' a cantie bield 
Ayont the sky. 
Ness^uk in "Forest Runes." 
Spaniel Breeder's Society* 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
I take pleasure in announcing the formation oi the 
Spaniel Breeders' Society, an association organized to 
encourage the breeding of sporting spaniels. The prizes 
of the clitb will be offered at all shows conforming to the 
requirements of the American Spaniel Oub. All prizes 
will be for the best specimens bred by the exhibitor, and 
will be awarded to those winning them by the greatest 
mtmber of times in any year. All spaniel breeders are 
cordially invited to become members of the society. 
Further particulars may be obtained from the undersigned. 
Marcel A. Viti, Hon. Sec'y-Treas, 
Room 500, 1416-1418 South Penn Sq., Philadelphia. Pa, 
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Rob .<\nd Hi.s Gun. By William Alexander Linn. Cloth, 
211 pages. Illustrated. 
It is a capital book for boys that Mr. Linn has written 
from his own experiences as a boy. He takes his hero — 
a city boy who has never been in tlie country — out to the 
old farm, and pleasantly teaches him many things about 
the country and shooting and dogs. When autumii comes 
he takes him into the field with woodcock, quail and 
partridges, and later conducts him to Long Island for bay 
snipe shooting, then to the Adirondacks, to Barnegat 
Bay, to North Carolina, to Canada for deer, aiid to 
Dakota for wild geese. 
In a very happy style, and without the least appear- 
ance of instruction, he starts the boy on the right track 
and keeps him there. The hero takes kindly to the in- 
structions given, and following them is fortunate. 
It has been said that it is harder to write hooks for 
young people than for adults, and it is certain that young 
people are stern critics. Mr. Linn's book, however, is so 
good and so interesting and its tone is throughout so 
wholesome that it is sure of a welcome from all. It is a 
c?ipltal volume to put into the hands of a boy who is be- 
ginning to clamor for a gun. Price, $i. 
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A Delaware River Cruise. 
^.Continued from />age 287.) 
Four happy days were passed at this place. The sun 
came out now and then, and while storms raged at other 
tmies, we were on sandy soil, the short daisy-studded 
white clover dried quickly, and we were comfortable. 
The little girl slept every morning on a blanket under the 
butternuts, while we angled for bass Avith which to 
"grease the frying pan," and rambled about the hills for 
berries and flowers. For neighbors there were wood- 
chucks and chipmunks. The latter often sat for hours 
on a limb of the butternuts over the tent. Crows awoke 
us every morning. Over on the Sullivan county hills the 
chestnuts were dense, with here and there patches of pop- 
ple, as the natives call the trees which are alike or at 
last similar to the quaking aspen of the Rocky Moun- 
tains. The Mate made friends with the little country 
boys who came to see our wonderful outfit, while I flopped 
across countty to find grub that could not be obtained 
with the rods or in the miserable stores in Kellam, a mile 
away. The little Equinunk flows through Kellam with a 
roar. Canoeists may recognize the village, by the white 
suspension bridge at the foot of Crooked Rift, and by a 
water tank nearby that is painted in red and white stripes, 
like a barber pole. Keep away. There is little to be 
found there. We could obtain only eggs and sugar, while 
the shopkeepers were so busy telling us of the dangers of 
the river that it was almost impossible for us to induce, 
them to stop long enough to provide for our needs. One 
of these shopkeepers reminded its _ of Charles Henry 
Lewis' Wolfville characters, while his picture would add, 
interest to Bret Harte's tales of pioneer life in the Rockies. 
He told me he was deaf as a post, yet he could hear every 
word his wife uttered through their private telephone. 
This was simple, yet unique. The house, built on a steep 
hillside, was of two stories, the dwelling above, the store 
below. In the center of the shop there was a camion 
stove, the pipe leading up through the low ceiling. Ap- 
proaching this, the old man rapped on the pipe and an^-,- 
nounced, "Gentleman down here wants some preserves. 
Will you sell any of yours?" It was not until a sharp 
"No" rattled down the stovepipe that I realized the man 
was not a lunatic. So we returned to camp, and had not 
the bass helped us out by insisting on being taken from 
the rift, starvation seemed a possibility in a land of 
plenty. 
So far we had met but two canoeing parties. One of 
these was composed of two boys who were going down the 
flooded river, in a home-made canvas canoe ; the others 
passed us at Crooked Rift in a new canvas-covered canoe. 
We saw them too late to invite them to stop, but I ex- 
posed a plate on them, which is before me as I write. No 
doubt it is the last one ever made of the elder Benson 
brother, who was drowned in Westcolang Falls two days 
later. 
Nomad was lighter than usual as she sped down 
Crooked Rift and into the eddy beyond, where a wood- 
chuck stared at us as we passed. The next rift was deep 
and rough, but the third one was the worst we had seen 
so far. In it two canoeists were drowned a short time 
previously. Looking down from its crest, it seemed the 
shore line dropped 15ft. in 200yds. To the right were 
rocks, to the left shoal water, and the center a boiling 
caldron of water and foam, for the volume of water from 
the long eddy above rushed in from both sides, forcing 
us to the center. We avoided the roughest water wher- 
ever possible by skirting the rocks, though at times waves 
broke over both bow and stern at once, holding the canoe 
as in a vise, while she rocked from side to side and 
the paddles were twisted this way and that in our efforts 
to control her. The pace was terrific. And as if these 
nasty bits of water needed ornamentation, the shores were 
festooned with ferns and' masses of blossoming laurel. ^ 
Squirrels and chipmunks gazed at us in astonishment from 
among the pines and rocks. Two miles above Callicoon 
Station there is an ideal island for camping. It is well 
shaded and grassy'. Take the channel on the Pennsylvania 
side. It is shoal, but better than the other one, which 
roared so loitdly we fancied it was a fall. At CaUicoon 
Station we purchased supplies, theti passed through two 
rifts and midway of the third made camp on a high bank 
400yds. below an old schoolhouse. This was called Camp 
Heron because two of these great birds roosted every 
night within 503fds. of the tent, and one night they stopped 
directly over it in a tall hickory. Squirrels were all, 
about, and one morning one of these little rascals jumped 
cn the peak of the tent from a tree, but lost its hold and 
tumbled in a heap on the ground. They investigated all 
the pots and pans, climbed the grub box table, and be- 
came quite friendly. A woodchuck lived directly tmder 
the tent, in the bank, and kingfishers loafed about all day. 
Dewberries, black and red raspberries and blackberries 
servedjis finishing touches to dinners of black bass or 
perch,,*'''. 
This was a delightful spot for a camp, and there, as 
elsewhere, the owner bade us be at home. Canoeists 
sl'iould kiio'w that Callicoon is nine miles distant from the 
river, an4,JTiail should be directed to Callicoon Station, 
which is oil the river. Ours went back into the hdls. 
Pity the unfortunate canoeist who must be followed up by.: 
mail while on a cruise. But there was sunshine at times, 
although the inevitable thunderstorms were violent when 
they did swoop down on us, and we were thankful for the 
good old pup tent, which we knew would not blow away 
in any ordinary gale or squall ; and the blow beds on 
which all hands slept warm and dry through the worst of 
the downpours. One day Callicoon Creek rose until it 
became a torrent. The river was then clear, but this 
creek turned half of it a brick red,. .while the other side 
was green. The boatmen . were idly smoking their pipes 
at home and the city anglers sat on hotel porches and 
awaited better conditions. We broke camp and scurried 
down the swollen rifts, passing our friends, the blue 
herons en route, flapping lazily along a towhead in search 
of their morning meal of fish. 
The natives had told us we would know Cochecton 
Falls by the 'village of that name, and the village by the 
falls; but like other information they .gave us, lliis was 
totally in error, as we might have learned too late in the 
Hood that morning. Cochecton village may be known by 
the three abutments of a missing bndge, immediately be- 
low which is a cable ferry. We looked for the falls and 
passed by this village without knowing its name. An 
Irish section foreman on the railway told us, three miles 
below the village, that the falls were at hand, and we 
.stopped inimediately above them to ask some workmen 
on a new steel bridge if this were correct. We had also 
been told the roar could be heard a long distance away, 
but at that stage of water this was not the fact, although 
one .standing beside the falls could hear nothing else. At 
the bridge there is a saw mill on the Pennsylvania side, 
and there the men told us to follow that shore. ■ Again 
their advice was worthless, for the New York shore is 
better m every way, both in carrying dufile rotmd the falls 
and in letting the canoe down, whereas the Pennsylvania 
side is a tangle of upheaved rocks, overgrown with rank 
■w-illows and heaped with wreckage from rafts and boats, 
sodden ttnderfoot, and at times cue can lead the canoe 
only from a distance of 10 to 15yds. The falls drop about 
8ft. Running them in any canoe would be extremely 
hazardous, as there are reefs, ledges and boulders every- 
where, and a stra"ght coitrse is difficult, while the speed 
of the current would preclude accurate steering. iEven 
in the flood Avater there were places in the breaks where 
the depth over reefs was less than 6in., and one rock near 
the tail of the fall is about 20ft. wide and half as high. 
We tritst canoeists will take the advice of v/ise guys along 
tlie Delaware for what it is worth, then use their own 
experience and go carefully into tight places. 
Then followed a succession of rifts, rapids, shoals and 
eddies, and noon found us in the great eddy at Narrows- 
burg. Above and below the village this is wide and 
deep, bitt at the narrows through which the volume of 
v.-ater passes one might flip a stone from shore to shore. 
Here the ice gorges in winter and plays havoc with the 
valley above while it holds, and below when it breaks. 
These clilfs are picturesque. We lunched on the island 
below the gorge, visited the village, then fared along. 
The third rift below Narrowsburg requires careful 
handling of the maple blade, for it is strewn with boulders, 
and should be run near the railroad einbankment. And 
at Tusten bridge, where the Erie Railway crosses to the 
Pennsylvania side, there is a nasty rift. There are three 
separate breaks, and low-lying ledges of stone as well as 
boulders. One may go carefully beneath the center span 
of the bridge, but keep a sharp lookout for the submerged 
rocks there. It is also possible to hug the Pennsylvania 
side until a tiny eddy under the bridge is gained, then 
swing out through the third break. AIL one's skill will 
be needed there. 
A mile further one will see a ferry cable, and be warned 
that Ten-Mile Rift is at hand. Ten-Mile River was pour- 
ing into this rift a great volume of flood water, and in 
the whirlpools it formed we had merry work dodging big 
stones, then slashed into the chop at the tail of the rift, 
drifted through the eddy and saw Mast Hope Station 
dead ahead. Between the railway and the river there is a 
curious fringe of tall pines whose trunks were scraped by 
the ice last winter. As these trees stand some distance 
above the river, and their scars extend fifteen or more feet 
up the trunks, the scope -of the floods may be realized. 
No one had mentioned Mast Hope Falls, but ere we had 
entered them a camp site stopped us, and crossing to the 
New York shore, we crawled out, tired and stiff, and 
made camp in a sweet open glade beside immense pines. 
It was near the farmhouse of Mr. Johnson, and he picked 
out a grassy spot for the tent and passed an hour with 
■lis. It was from him that we learned the fate of the 
elder Benson brother, who passed Butternut Camp July 
23 and was drowned in Westcolang Falls on the 25th. We 
were informed the brothers were from Philadelphia, but 
had been at school in the West. Their father sent them 
an open canvas-covered canoe, telling them to finish their ' 
■trip via the Delaware, thinking it would be a pleasant 
and healthful cne for them. We were told they were 
good swimmers, bttt novices at canoeing, but do not know 
if this is true. The Delaware was not so high as when 
we passed down, but .the falls are ugly at any time, and 
they went down the New York shore of Westcolang iFalls, 
whereas one should hug the Pennsylvania side as closely 
as possible. The canoe struck a reef the younger brother 
did not see, and capsized, but for a time both of the young 
