Sept. ig, 1903.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
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We had a rather rude awakening the next morning 
about five o'clock when that big steamer comenced thrash- 
ing around in her efforts to back out into the channel. 
After a succession of bumps which jarred us all out of 
our bunks, we heard two voices engaged in conversation. 
It was not exactly the drawing-room variety, but it was 
couched in comprehensive and unequivocal language 
which carried with it the conviction that it was domi- 
nated by some vigorous thought. As I poked my head 
out of the hatch I saw Charlie making heroic efforts to 
get his lines free from the steamer, while the mate of the 
big boat was as industriously bent on fouling us in every 
way he could, evidently thinking it was a fitting punish- 
ment for our audacity in snubbing up to them. Both 
men were carefully tracing out each other's genealogy, 
and the chances for serious trouble seemed good. Finally, 
however, by our combined efforts, we cast free from the 
.steamer, and with a parting fusillade, this time from both 
crews, we warped into the berth just vacated and waited 
for breakfast. 
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was just peep- 
ing out from behind the horizon, shimmering the land- 
scape and water with light; there was the faintest rustle 
of a breeze, and we were anxious for an early start. 
Breakfast was soon over, sail spread, and in a few 
moments we were floating lazily out of the cove. Then 
for the first time the beauty and grandeur of the Bay of 
Quinte were spread out before us. The magnificently 
wooded Prince Edward Island, broken here and there by 
towering hills on the one side, and the low, undulating 
country of the Canadian mainland, dotted by picturesque 
and romantic farm houses on the other, completed a fas- 
cinating scene. As we reached further up stream, the 
liills became more rugged and frowning, the bay more 
winding, and every turn afforded a fresh surprise. The 
sun was now high in the heavens, what '.sreeze there was 
held well on our quarter, and as we lounged lazily on 
deck, puffing our pipes and enraptured with the delight- 
ful scenery, we beamed on each other with smiles almost 
beatific in their expression. 
As you near Deseronto the scenery becomes even more 
beautiful ; charming summer cottages line either side of 
the bay; dozens of yachts and other small craft are flit- 
ting about and the whole picture is one of animation and 
gayety. 
We tied up at Deseronto long enough to satisfy our- 
selves that it is the limit in the way of towns, and that 
I one can't buy or beg milk there (as we were on vacation, 
we did not attempt to steal). I don't know what that 
I town does for lacteal fluid. Between Sackett's Harbor 
I and Deseronto a man with an appetite for bread and milk 
would starve to death. 
Skipper Charlie predicted a fine night to sail to Belle- 
ville, twenty miles further up the bay, and we joyously 
entered into the proposition. In the light of what hap- 
pened, I hardly think we can ever take Charlie's word for 
anything again. He meant well, but as a prognosticator 
he is a glittering and iridescent failure. 
It was a glorious night. The pale moon hanging in the 
southern sky shed a soft refulgent light over land and 
water. There was a light air stirring as we swung into 
the main channel, and after proceeding a mile or two a 
delightful night breeze sprang up that caused the Kittie 
to jump forward at a rollicking speed. Blankets were 
spread out on deck, pipes were lit, and we settled back to 
ease and comfort. Lighthouse after lighthouse was 
picked up and left behind. Away off in the east could be 
heard at intervals the hoarse whistle of a steamer, and 
presently the fierce rays of a searchlight were dancing 
on the water astern. The wind freshened ; the yacht 
heeled still further. 
"That steamer won't catch us in a hurry," remarked 
Charlie, as he trimmed the sheet. 
Then we fell to speculating on how long it would take 
to overhaul us, what steamer it was, and a hundred other 
things of equal importance. In fact, we had become so 
engrossed in what was going on astern of us that we had 
utterly forgotten to keep a watch ahead. Suddenly Char lie 
gave a little cry of surprise. 
"What's up?" inquired Carl. 
"Lightning," was the laconic reply. 
Sure enough, away to the v/estward, vivid flashes could 
be seen, and in a few moments the distant rumbling of 
thunder was heard. 
"I guess we are in for it," said Charlie, yanking out his 
oilskins. "These d d thunderstorms always work to 
windward, and it's going to be nasty out here." 
Already we were beginning to pick up the Belleville 
light, and we thought if we could only make that harbor 
before the storm broke life would be worth living after 
■ all. The big steamer Caspian finally passed us and we 
■ had the whole bay to ourselves. It was now twelve 
o'clock midnight. Charlie had begun to shorten sail, his 
valuable assistants rendering heroic service in the way of 
getting everything all mixed up and making night hideous 
with their vituperation. I put on a rubber coat and sta- 
tioned myself before the mast prepared to desert the ship 
' at the first sign of danger. 
By this time it was blowing a gale ; the sky - was 
I covered with clouds ; the lightning played about us with 
rude familiarity, while the roar of thunder was deafening. 
"Keep a sharp lookout for the light," yelled Charlie, 
"and tell me when you see the base." 
"Aye, aye, sir," I yelled back, thinking of home. 
And then the storm broke with all its fury. Out went 
the light, leaving us nothing but the compass to steer by. 
Every few seconds the Kittie would poke her nose into 
'ii towering wave and I would get barrels of water over 
. me. I was yearning most fervently for an inside job, but 
to let go meant good-by, so, like Ulysses of old, I lashed 
myself to the spar and hung on for dear life. Charlie 
had dropped the peak half-way down the stick, while 
Beck and Carl, bundled to their eyes in great coats, stood 
by to take in the sheet should it come to blow too hard. 
Suddenly the light blazed out almost dead ahead, and in 
anotker minute the brilliantly lighted harbor of Belle- 
ville was opened up on the starboard side. In the twink- 
ling of an eye Charlie put the Kittie about and we scooted 
into that haven of refuge like a scared cat. 
It was a tired, wet, and disgruntled crew that sought 
the bunks that night, but the next morning, after a hearty 
breakfast and a constitutional turn about the pretty little 
city, we took a more philosophic view of our misadven- 
twre of night before a|id felt rather eager to cpntinue 
on the last leg of our voyage to Brighton. We decided 
to give the skipper a holiday, however, in recognition of 
his valiant services, and on Friday morning we started 
out on the last day of the cruise. Of course at the en- 
trance to the Murray Canal we encountered a headwind. 
There is never anything else there. A fellow told me 
that once a yacht actually did sail through this canal 
from the lower end, but it was so long ago that the story 
is more legendary than historical. There is only one 
means of propulsion on the Murray Canal from east to 
west and that is human. Don't wait for a slant. Get out 
with your line and pull. It will save time and temper. 
Besides, you will need that temper when you come into 
contact with the toll-office. It is said of the toll officer 
■on this canal that he feels hurt if yachtsmen pass him 
without consigning him to the Plutonic realm. He 
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seems to think he has been slighted. If that is so, we left 
him in a state of blissful tranquillity. 
It took us the greater part of the day to pull that big 
hulking catboat through the canal, and when at last we 
got to Brighton, we all struck. Charlie had a number of 
seafaring friends at this port with whom he wished to 
visit, and as we had to get back into the maelstrom of 
business on the following Monday morning, it was unan- 
imously decided to leave Charlie and Hughey to ferry the 
Kittie across to Charlotte while we came over on one of 
the returning Thousand Island steamers. 
"Well," said Carl, as we stood on the deck of the 
floating palace and waved our adieux to Hughey and 
Skipper Charlie, "we had a pretty good time after all." 
Beck said that was a very good sentiment to drink to, 
and invited us below. 
I disdained the toast, but silently following my friends 
down the grand staircase, I felt, with J. K. Jerome, that 
we were "three men well out of a boat." 
Clarice — A Single-Hander. 
Believing that many amateur yachtsmen pay more 
than a passing thought to the development of the 
single-hander, we publish herewith a photograph taken 
of Clarice in a strong breeze, at Hull, during a regatta 
of the Boston Y. C. The wind was blowing at the rate 
of twentj' miles an hour. This i8ft. single-hander was 
designed by Mr. Isaac B. Mills, of Boston, for Mr. 
Walter Burgess. 
In Clarice are embodied the results of experience 
of one of the best all-round amateur yachtsmen in the 
country. Mr. Walter Burgess is as enthusiastic a 
devotee of real sailing as he was keen and ardent 
racing man in his earlier years; but, like many another 
real yacht sailor, he has grown apathetic toward the 
existing extreme racing yacht, and has been compelled, 
THE SINGLEHANDER CLARICE. 
for the sake of having a yacht easily managed under 
all conditions, to start out independently of yacht club 
rules and measurements, and have a yacht designed to 
suit his own ideas. 
The points agreed upon with Mr. Mills were as fol- 
lows: 
First — A boat that would not poimd. 
Second — One that could be managed by one man 
alone. 
Third— The largest boat that would fill the above 
requirement 
Fourths — An uncapsizable boat. 
Fifth — A boat with a cabin giving good sittjpg head 
room and sleeping accommodations for two, 
SiJ^th— A bojit that: ^pulcl steer gasily. ' 
Sev&nth — A boat that w®uld carry her sail in a fresh 
breeze. 
Eighth — A boat that could be gotten under way in 
five minutes. 
Ninth — A boat of strong construction, which, when 
pressed, would stand all strains and not leak. 
Under the above conditions, Mr. Mills designed 
Clarice. Her dimensions are as follows: 
Length — 
Over all 27ft 
L.W.L i8ft. 
Extreme breadth , . . 8ft. 2in. 
Extreme draft 4ft. 6in. 
Sail area ,45osq.ft. 
Ballast (all outside) isoolbs. 
She has answered the purpose for which she was de- 
signed admirably. Her trial trip was made last No- 
vember, from Marblehead to Boston in a strong N.W. 
wind blowing at the rate of 30 miles an hour. A breeze 
of this weight is just to her liking, and she handles 
perfectly under two-reefed mainsail and no jib. 
Mr. Burgess cannot keep out of the racing, as it is in 
the family clean through. So he occasionally enters 
Clarice in the handicap classes. 
The little craft, designed without a single idea of 
racmg, has already made a creditable showing. She is 
quite good in light airs, her heavy weight serving to 
carry her along when lighter boats are hung up. She 
won the first place at Marblehead, Aug. 8, in the handi- 
cap class of the Boston Y. C. 
One feature of the boat is well worthy of imitation in 
a smgle-hander. All the gear of the jib leads aft to the 
cockpit— the jib halliard, jib downhaul, jib burton and 
jib slieets; so that the sail can be set or taken in with- 
out going forward. 
Bensonhwfst Y. G 
BENSON HURST, L. I., 
Saturday, September 12. 
The Bensonhurst Y. C. held a closed handicap regatta 
on the afternoon of Saturday, September 12. Twenty- 
one boats of all types started in the event. The winners 
on corrected time were Esperance, Chespa and Rascal. 
In awardmg handicaps, age, sail area, and past perform- 
ances were considered. This gave boats of all types, old 
01- new, a chance to compete with some show of success. 
The starters were divided into three classes. A was for 
sloops and yawls of new type, B for a like class of older 
boats, and C for mainsail yachts open or with cabin. 
Comodore A. C. Bellows offered fine cups to the winners 
in each class on corrected time. 
The boats covered the usual Association course in re- 
verse order, leaving all marks to port. A light wind from 
the S. E. was blowing. This gave the racers a run to 
the Marme and Field Club mark, a reach to Fort Hamil- 
ton, a beat to the mark off Sea Gate, and a reach home to 
the start off Ulmer Park. The journev was taken twice. 
The summary : 
Sloops— Class A— Start, 3:03. 
T-. A TT •, Finish. Elapsed. Corrected. 
Esperance, T. A. Hamdton 4 31 18 1 28 18 1 07 18 
Bobtad, E. F. Luckenbach 4 20 56 1 17 56 1 17 56 
Adeline, J B O'Donohue 4 25 18 1 22 18 1 16 18 
Inp, C.H.Clayton 4 51 19 1 48 35 1 27 35 
Indian, H. F. Menton 4 46 10 1 43 10 1 28 10 
Sloops— Class B— Start, 3:06. 
Chespa, C. E. Dunn 4 44 20 1 38 29 1 23 20 
Marion, T. J Frame... 4 40 15 1 84 15 1 28 15 
Caribou, yawl, J. E. Nicholson 4 41 13 1 35 12 1 27 12 
Came E, W. R. Sainsbury 4 5S 20 1 44 20 1 34 20 
Dorothea, E L Binges 4 41 30 1 35 30 1 35 30 
Zora, yawl, G. J. Cook 4 53 34 1 47 .34 1 39 34 
Bonnie Kate, A. C. Bellows Did not finish. 
, ^ Catboats— Class C— Start, 3:09. 
Rascal, D G Whitlock 4 34 35 1 25 35 1 25 35 
Rosalie, F. B. Bowles 4 43 47 1 34 47 1 26 47 
Martha M., Richard Moore 4 36 30 1 27 30 1 27 30 
Boozie, C D. Durkee 4 42 00 1 33 00 1 32 00 
Cygnet B. Aspmall 4 51 28 1 42 28 1 32 ^?8 
Leha B., J. B. Barnes 4 52 08 1 46 08 1 38 08 
g "one, C E. Allen 4 55 10 1 46 10 1 43 10 
Elmadys, J F Eggert -.5 05 37 1 56 37 1 48 37 
Ruth, \\ . F. Remmey 5 06 10 1 57 10 1 49 10 
Keystone Y, C. 
RIVERTON, DELAWARE RIVER, 
Saturday, September 5. 
Although an unlucky number of boats started in the 
Keystone Y. C. regatta sailed on Saturday, September 5, 
all of them finished and there were no mishaps or acci- 
dents. Four classes filled and thirteen boats came to the 
hne. The race was sailed in a fresh N. W. breeze, and 
the boats covered a four-mile course. The summary: 
Skiffs— Start, 11:00. 
Laura C, Geo. Wheatcroft l5''jn^sn 
Alberta, J. Wilmington ' 19 jn 
Jesse, J. Smith . 1 . • . , . ! 1 ! ! ! i i ! I! :! i::::: :! ! ! ili 14 1 
Second Class Duckers— First Race— Start, 11:15. 
down, John Hirst 1? qfi 
Joh. Hirst, Stanley Collum 12 27 S7 
Martha, John Derr 19 38 3^ 
Anna, Stanley Auskland '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.12 il 
. „, „ First Class Duckers— Start, 1:16. 
Mane. Wm. Galium. ^ 30 <?o 
Bessie, Samuel Dongee . . [ . ......2 Si 55 
T , Second Class Duckers— Second Race— Start, 1:34 
John Hirst, Stanley Collum. ' 2 fi'> M 
Martha, John Derr ^ 57 1 a 
Clown, John. Hirst 2 57 10 
Anna, Stanley Auskland . .S 30 05 
The winners were Laura C, Clown, Marie and John 
Hirst. 
Newport Special Thirties. 
Saturday, September 5. 
On Saturday the 30-footers raced for a cup offered 
by Mr. Winthrop Ruthcrfurd. The course was from 
Brenten's Cove to and around the Compass buoy in Cod- 
dington Cove and return. The wind was fresh from the 
S. W., making it a run out and a beat back. Carolina 
was first over the startmg line, and led all over the 
course. The sumary: 
Carolina, Pembroke Jones f'ssfi ?in4^' 
Raccoon, J. R. Drexel ! 4 38 05 1 13 05 
Vaquero IIL, Payne Whitney. 4 38 40 1 n 40 
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