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turbed, keeping his lunch checks and nioney safe first, 
and filling orders with languid deliberation afterward. 
After securing the checks, the procedure then was to 
return to the lunch counter. Everybody was filling but 
110 one was backing. The orders were flying in the air 
in cross volle,ys. "Here you, Charlie, six ham sand — " 
"Cup of coffee, quick, and there's a dime in it for—" 
"Hurry up with that chicken — " "Spoons. No I won't 
steal — " "Will you ever have those" — "Yes, sir, soon 
as — " "I ordered twelve sandwiches a half hour — " 
"Yes, sir," "Yes, sir," "All right, sit," etc. The black 
men, untidily clad, were scrambling about, worn down 
to stolidity' and unresponsiveness. Great crystal drops ot 
perspiration rolled off them. The man who was slicing 
bread and ham and assembling the parts into sandwiches 
was nearly blinded with the copious rills from off his 
head. Yes, it was fortunate that the passengers num- 
bered onl.v 900, else there would have been difficulty in 
serving food to them. The elaborate preparations of 
table d'hote and a la carte were very nice — reading. 
I consumed about one half hour in obtainixig a sand- 
wich. Natty men, wolf glare of eye, sharp of elbow.s, 
and with a clamorous yelp, were supplied in a few min- 
iates, as a rule, as was also a mild mannered man with a 
piece of silver extended on his finger tips toward the 
Senegambian princes. 
In the meantime the yachts were lost to view. After 
a while the heavy downpour of rain partly ceased, and 
we returned to the hurricane deck. There was our im- 
maculate yachting knight still seated in the same posi- 
tion and same place. He had remained throughout it all 
partially protected by an umbrella. But his splendor was 
tarnished. He resembled a crushed lily. His crest-white 
snowy, smooth trousers clung w-et and limp around his 
legs, his shoes looked sour, and there was a general air 
of the visit of the vandals. Nevertheless he wore his 
ancient smirk and his mind was well taut. When Re- 
liance and Shamrock dimly appeared far away in the dis- 
tance, he made expert nautical comment on the situation. 
He explained how it all happened. He criticised every 
movement of the skippers, exposed their bad judgment, 
explained a multitude of their mistakes, and gave his 
growing circle of listeners the benefit of his expert volu- 
bility. Had Barr and Wringe known how inefficient thej' 
were in yacht sailing and racing, they would have aban- 
doned the sea forever. 
There was abundance of acute criticism on every hand. 
On the deck below was a male dream in blue who swag- 
gered and chattered simultaneously. "The Reliance sails 
best going to port," he loudly exclaimed. "Isn't it too 
early to go to port?" questioned his lovely yachtslady 
companion. "I mean that she sails best on a port tack," 
said he, compassionately. "Is that a hard tack?" 
queried she, sweetly. He looked deep into her sea-blue 
eyes and was silent for a few moments. 
The excursion boats bela3'-ed every once in a while. A. 
landsman would have said that they stopped. The long 
swell of the sea caused them to rock heavily to and fro 
as they awaited permission from, the customs _ yachts to 
move forward. Our boat would stagger sidewise till she 
hit the water a mighty slap with her side, then sloAvly 
recover and stagger again. It was as if one were slid- 
ing back and forth on the upper side of a semi-circle. 
There was a general diminishing of vivacity and babble. 
Many of the ladies took on pale hues delicately shading 
into blue and green around the chin, with a general air 
of helpless languor. Soon they would disappear into the 
depths of the cabins. Also strong men seemed to grow 
grave. Opposite us a black ocean steamer rolled far to 
and fro, and some of her passengers had their heads 
over the rail in deference to old ocean. They were see- 
ing the races practically. 
The race was a failure. It was not possible to finish it 
within the time limit. Soon after Reliance turned the 
toark, a Sabbath day's journey ahead of the Shamrock, 
the boats all started for home. Now, thought I, we will 
show these other cart horses %vhat a race horse boat 
really is like ; for our boat of iSyi ksots will leave them 
as if thev were lampposts. 
The Monmouth and the Peck were about abreast with 
us. I felt a pity for them. They nevertheless began to 
draw away. They began to lead us far for'ard. They 
disappeared at a point directly over our bows. Still other 
boats passed us. The Shamrock, with her tug towing 
her, was holding us even. A tug came along with a 
mightv wave on each side of its bows, a cavern on each 
.side nearly down to her keel. She belched volumes of 
heavy, black smoke. We abafted. She drew ahead. She 
crossed our bows. She, a traction boat, "disappeared m 
the distance ahead. Other boats followed her and passed 
us. The tugboats of the ruck were gaining on us. We 
were doing a lot of first-class abafting, our magnificent 
sea-going steamer of large fractional knots. Few men 
have been privileged to secure so many nots for $3. 
But we arrived in port at last, in a clear harbor, all the 
other boats having tied up long before, and all their pas- 
sengers having disappeared in the spar decks of the trol- 
ley cars, arrived home, eaten, supper and retired to rest. 
My partner and I sought a good restaurant, ordered 
the biggest dish on the menu, ate till we were exhausted, 
dragged our weary selves to our dreary homes, slept the 
sleep of the exhausted, and started life the next day, 
and little we recked whether Sir Lipton lifted the Cup or 
upset it. ; rr,, 1 . 
The first day demonstrated that Sir Thomas and the 
Cup would not affiliate, and that Shamrock III. was really 
Dennis de Grosse. But to see the races and to read of 
them are quite different matters. To read of them is easy 
and pleasant. To see them from the deck of a magnifi- 
cent sea-going steamer, overcrowded, elbowed, trod upon, 
with accommodations wholly inadequate to the situation, 
is to gratuitously face innumerable petty troubles. Here- 
after I am quite satisfied to read of the races in the 
columns of Forest and Stream. 
Charles Day, 
The Game Laws in Brief 
Gives all the laws as now in force for fish and game throughout 
the United States and Canada. The provisions respecting non- 
resident and resident shooting licenses, limitation of amount 
of game and fish lawfully taken, export of game and fish, modes 
of hunting, and implements allowed, and all restrictions are here 
set forth for the guidance of the shooter and angler. The Brief 
is for sale generally by dealers in sporting goods throughout the 
country. See partial list in the advertising columns. 
Camping in Ontario* 
U— A Still Day. 
That morning, although we arose early, as usual, the 
sun seemed to be higher in the heavens than upon other 
mornings. Scarcely enough air was astir to disturb the 
perpendicular spiral of our camp-fire smoke. The ex- 
panse of water about the island seemed a vast mirror; 
and the only living things which the eye could readily 
detect were three loons that swam at no great distance 
from our camp. Occasionally, it is true, chancing to drop 
the eye to the dead branches of a fallen pine at the 
waters edge, one saw tiny flutterings of wings denoting 
the presence of small marsh birds ; but casual observation 
failed to reveal further signs of life, unless one except the 
frequent buzzing of strange insects. 
The shade of our tall spruce pines was a grateful con- 
trast to the glaring, sun-heated areas in other portions of 
the island. A re-christening of "Burnt Island" — across 
the channel — would have seemed, that day, an especial 
sacrilege. Its broken, rocky surface; its studding of 
dead, bare, bleached pine trunks; its tangle of recent 
growth underbrush and small poplars; and its other 
inevitable signs of the forest fire that had at one time 
swept over it, gave the island a character that no other 
name would have fitted so appropriately. 
A few cumulus clouds, of curious fantastic shapes, 
were the only companions of the sun in a sky of deep 
blue. When the bosom of the lake was ruffled by the 
movements of the loons below, sharp glints of reflected 
sunlight reached the eye, these occasional sparkles seem- 
ing only to emphasize the spell of endless quiet. 
After a light breakfast we sat down to prepare our 
fishing tackle, but with none of that feverish haste that 
often characterized our movements. Indeed, the most 
delightful moments of the morning were those spent with 
the soap and towel at the water's edge on the shady side 
of the island. When the canoes were in readiness we 
did not start at once upon the day's trip; but we lounged 
about under the trees, watching the playful and graceful 
movements of the loons — for the birds seemed not to 
take the smallest notice of us; but sported themselves 
in the limpid water as if they had discovered the very 
heart of a wilderness never visited by man. Only when 
our morning caller, the game warden, brought out his 
rifle and disturbed the stillness with a trial shot, did the 
loons take alarm. He who watched closely saw dashes 
of spray as the bullet skipped along the surface of the 
water near the birds ; and when he had blinked and 
looked again, the loons had disappeared, and only the 
ripples told where they had dived at the flash. In vain 
we watched the surface of the lake for many seconds for 
the reappearing heads until, at last, weird, high, tremu- 
lous calls told us where to look for a last glimpse ere 
they dived again. Soon they were gone, leaving us to 
comment upon the peculiarities of these strangest of 
birds, which laugh so fiendishly in lonely places. 
So intense was the morning sun that the water in the 
Indian canoe at our wharf was already too hot for the 
perch which had been. placed there the evening previous 
for bait, and which were now lying upon their sides 
gasping. A tender-hearted companion held one of these 
perch for a moment itt the cooler waters of the lake, and 
then, opening his hand, permitted the revived fish to dart 
away with what seemed a joyous flop of the tail. 
We paddled our canoes that morning with quiet deliber- 
ation, seeking the shady side of the lake before begin- 
ning the six-mile journey to the first portage. How dark 
were the shadows there, and comforting! How cool the 
water felt to one's trailing fingers! And how deep and 
dense were the pine woods ! We kept our canoes ever 
within the shelter of the shore — now pausing to com- 
ment upon the strange appearance of some moss-grown 
granite rock that rose perpendicularly at the water's edge, 
or to listen to some crackling of brush back in the woods, 
and half expecting to see a deer emerge where yonder 
runway crept down to the water's brink. Compelled, 
however, to leave the grateful shade of that shore, we 
became subjects for the sun's displeasure as we wound a 
tortuous course up a marshy inlet toward the portage. 
At the portage we toiled painfully up the steep aclivity 
by a narrow, rocky pathway that now wound among 
stubborn underbrush and now emerged and ran along the 
very edge of some huge boulder, where a slip meant an 
ugly fall into the log race helow. At the top we rested 
long under the pretense of examining into the nature of 
the surrounding region from the little summit, and then, 
lurching and stumbling with our load, we descended to 
the water's edge beyond. And now the mosquitoes from 
the stagnant marsh ahead discovered us. Not a breath 
of air stirred to drive them away; and our canoes wound 
very slowly along the sinuous channel among the lilypads, 
so ineffective were the strokes of our paddles. In_ this 
breeding ground of pestilent insects the water was silent, 
stagnant, and filled with decayed matter; while, on either 
side of the long, narrow slough were the white and 
silent trunks of sunken pine trees, whose roots had long 
since been killed by the water, and whose bare, straight, 
upright bodies standing close together presented the ap- 
pearance of such a forest as one might expect to find 
along the river Styx. A solitary heron rose out of the 
marsh ahead of us and flew awkwardly to a perch upon a 
distant limb, its long legs trailing rudder-like behmd_ it 
in its flight. A brace of duck a little further on rose with 
sudden flurry out of the still water when our presence 
disturbed the quiet of their summer retreat. But above 
all and always the mosquitoes hummed and stung with 
clannish persistence. Once far enough into the open 
water of the lake beyond, however, these enemies left us 
for their own dismal swamp, and we were able to paddle 
about with some degree of comfort, in search of grass 
beds, and of likely logs at the water's edge, where bass 
are most at home. 
The surface of Kahpeekog Lake seemed but another 
sky, so plainly did the blue ether, the white clouds, and 
the glaring sun reflect themselves there. We cast our 
baited hooks in the usual manner ; but no fish arose when 
to take the bait required the least exertion. After a few 
trials, therefore, those seconds of expectancy which 
usually followed a cast became periods of careless in- 
difference. So clear was the water that, looking over 
the shady side of the canoe, one could see every mch of 
the bottom and determine easily the boundaries of the 
grass beds — could even see the wary bass, large and 
small, moving slowly, torpidly near the bottom, their 
bodies often half hid by their shelter of green. 
The day was not a sportsman's day. Fishermen and 
fish alike seemed listless. We held our lines in hand 
over the shady side of the canoe, peered down into the 
transparent depths, and guided the bait cautiously before 
the very noses of the largest bass, jerking it away when 
small fish approached. And if, in a moment of awakened 
energy, one of them took the bait, away he went with 
it with surprising life and vigor — and "whir-r-r-r" 
sounded the deceitful reel, as if the cast had been honestly 
made. 
At noon we landed and crawled away to a woodsy 
nook to eat the luncheon which the guide had provided; 
and finding the shade most comfortable we lay long 
upon our backs beneath the spruce trees, stirring only to 
pluck peppermint leaves and berries, or to dig resinous 
gum ; and once, when we heard a rustling of leaves near 
at hand, to investigate it and, finding it to be a porcupine, 
promptly to tree the creature and to spend a fruitless 
hour in trying to dislodge him, and coming away any- 
how with some of his quills. But on the whole the 
weather was too warm for this sort of exertion, and we 
spent the remainder of the afternoon dozing in the 
shadow, and gazing upward through the tree tops into the 
always mysterious blue. 
Nor did we quit the spot and start upon the campward 
journey until, near evening, a freshening breeze from the 
bay began to whisper among the bows overhead, telling 
us that our still day was ended. Milton Marks. 
6t8 bTEiNWATf HrtLL, >_hicago 
Visits with Apes and Monkeys* 
n.— Visits with Old World Mo. keys. 
The monkeys of the Old World can be readily identi- 
fied froi^i those of this continent by the following char- 
acteristics: 
The partition which divides the nostrils of the Old 
World monkeys is narrower than that of the Ajiteri- 
can monkeys. Aeain. the monkevs under considera- 
tion possess naked posterial patches called "callosi- 
ties," which are often large and brightly colored. 
While not universal, the majority of Old World _mon- " 
keys possess cheek pouches. They are on the inside 
of the cheeks and are only visible when in use. A 
monkey's cheek pouches are his pantry and upon 
giving him an over supply of food, if his cheeks begin 
to swell, and the more you give him the larger they 
become, you may at once know that his home is in the 
Old World. 
With the exception of the baboons and Macaque 
monkeys, the Old World monkeys are more graceful 
in shape and appearance and brighter looking than 
those of the New World. Comparatively few of 
the slick-coated, bright-eyed members of the Guenon 
and Langur groups reach this country, so the majori- 
ity of people, judging from the ugly Macaques or some 
of the unattractive Capuchins, imagine that all mon- 
keys are as repulsive. If these people could visit the 
New York Zoological Park and carefully study the 
Guenons, which are represented by the Diana, Camp- 
bells, Mustache, Green, Sykes, and above all a speci- 
men of the rare and beautiful Brasus monkey, 1 am 
sure that they could not help admiring them. 
The disposition of monkeys is as varied as that of 
human beings. Some refuse absolutely to fraternize 
with anyone, even with their keepers, and it sometimes 
takes an animal loving person several weeks to per- 
suade others that he is their friend. Then there is the 
crafty little fellow who would like to be friendly, but 
he knows that it will not do to trust every one. He 
comes to meet you, and when you try to encourage 
him, he stands just beyond reach, wrinkles the skin 
of his forehead, chatters and watches you distrustfully 
as if saying, "I know you act friendly, but experience 
has taught me caution. So many coax me within reach, 
then catch my hands and squeeze my fingers or wrench 
my joints when I pull away." If you are not able to 
win his confidence then, treat him with fruits or nuts, 
and it will not be many days before he grows friendly. 
Other monkeys are friendly with everyone. Though 
often Subjected to torture, they seem never to learn 
from experience. They come promptly to the front of 
the cage, thrust out their hands or rub their sides 
against the netting to invite attention, but are often 
roughly treated. When this is the case, the other mon- 
keys in the cage cluster about their companion and 
scold. The keeper, who can read the actions of his 
animals as one does a book, hears their cries for 
help and shouts at the miscreant, who answers, "I 
hain't done nothing," yet the agitation of the monkeys 
proves that the man does not tell the truth. I have 
known a culprit of this kind to re-enter the building 
several hours after teasing the monkeys and they rec- 
ognized him immediately. Is it any wonder, then, that 
they look upon all strangers with suspicion? Only 
after many visits, during which I was bitten and 
scratched repeatedly, was I able through kind treat- 
ment, and frequent gifts of nuts and fruits, to convince 
the little Simians of my friendship. They learned my 
call, and when I gave it, on entering the building, an- 
swers coming from various parts of the room showed 
plainly that my visits were appreciated. 
- In the London Zoological Gardens, the monkey 
cages were not protected by guard rails, the lack of 
which gave visitors an excellent chance to torment 
the little creatures, and this opportunity was often 
taken advantage of. 
To the right, before entering the monkey house, were 
two Japanese monkeys confined in a small cage. Oil 
my first visit they walked restlessly about, and as I 
came to the guard rail and extended my hand, they 
uttered hoarse, guttural sounds and made fierce grim- 
aces. Kind words could not pacify them, and they 
