D. Whiton is negotiating for a big yawl with Eastern 
parties, and the annuiincenient of her purchase is ex- 
pected at any time. Mr. Ralph VV. Cobb will either 
buy or have buih a hirge cruising launch. Mr. C. ^W. 
Schmidt, Jr., has purchased the Canadian Cup trial boat 
Hamilton, from Messrs. Maytham and Johnson, of 
Buffalo. She was a 35-footer under the old measure- 
ment, but under the waterline rule sails in the 30ft. 
class. While her showing in the trial races admitted 
of improvement, she has since developed good speed 
and has yet to lose a single race. A jib and mainsail 
rig of 1,550 sq. ft. will supplant the cutter rig which she 
formerly carried. It is believed that more speed can 
be obtained with this rig. and she will also be easier 
handled. The canvas will be made by Messrs Cousens 
and Pratt, of Boston, and she will be raced from To- 
ronto to Chicago- next summer in every fresh water 
event of any imi)ortance. Hamilton will be renamed 
White Ribbon. A white band will encircle the hull, be- 
FOREST AND STREAM, 
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ginning at the waterline, and extending upward 6in. 
Following is the oflkial score for Uie season just ended: 
35ft. Class, 
No. of Races. Percentage. 
Grayling, G. Gerlach........ 262 
Shamrock, E. \ an Scort. 6 .^40 
Marietta, E. Hall. 3 iSi) 
■ 3Mt. Class. 
Orinda, W. H. Fenny 5 823 
Mona, Rackle 4 815 
Ci.mmodore Gardner, Ahlardt... 3 ^-0 
Undine, V\ attersdn 1 
25ft. Class. 
Chloris, Primmett & Phelps 5 BOO 
Dreamer, Brodie •••• 4 /-a 
\mco, Cobb 2 80 
Raven, Millard 1 40 
21tt. Class. 
Suzanne, G. Hall 5 8^8 
Unique III., Wakefield 3 291 
Ceylox, Krauss 2 15a 
Growler, Peterson 3 oi, 
Daphne, Hives 
Truant, Jlorrigan 
Kadje, Power ... 
Mist, VVatkiiis ... 
Special Class. 
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C. W. Schmidt, Jr. 
In view of the closer relttions of English and Ameri- 
can yachting we have decided to publish every fortnight 
hereafter a letter on English yachting matters simihr lo 
onr Boston letter, which has met wi'h so m'lch approval. 
The English letter will be written by Mr. E. H. K«»llv, 
who is one of the editors of the London Field. Mr. Ke'.W 
is one of the ablest and best informed writers on the sub- 
ject in Great Britain, and we feel confident thit his con- 
tributions will prove unusually interesting. We will also 
p'l.blish letters sent in by our regular correspondents in 
Cleveland, St. Paul, Chicago, and New Orleans. 
Hector and Me. 
BY C. S. HOWARD, TORONTO. 
The Story which won the First Prize < f $50 fn "ForeLt 
Ai-d Stream" Canoe Crujsii g C. mpeliiion. 
- " (Concluded from page 13.) 
He would regard the irregular mass before him with 
puckered brow and- draw geometrical figures upon it 
with the knife, in the hopeless effort to divide the thing 
evenly. 
"Is that fair?" he would demand, after cutting it. 
"Which is mine?" 
"Either." 
"Well, ril take this one, but that leaves you rather 
morel" • 
"Vou be hanged!" Hector would reply. 
That fish, as Hector cooked it, was magnificent. I 
used to tell him so, but he was modest about it, and 
said that if he had a little flour he would undertake to 
show me how a fish could be cooked. 
We went to bed immediately after clearing up, while 
on Hollow Lake — all except one night. And what 
do you think we did that time. Well — we played In- 
dians! 
Fancy Hector, head junior in the bank, the coming 
financier of the next decade, playing Indians! It seems 
absurd to those who don't know him. , But he was 
born with an enthusiasm for the red man and his ways 
that amounted almost to worship. Until he was ten 
it was a matter for deep reg.et that he was not born 
an Indian. But he made a glorious make-believe one, 
and has. I suppose, scalped as many people in his sav- 
age childhood as any white man living. "The Indians 
never wash their faces, mother," was his indisputable 
argument in favor of doing likewise. Hector is older 
now, but although he washes his face without urging, 
he is still an Indian. As for me, I hold that holidays 
No. 7 on the South Branch. 
like Christmas, come but once a year, and if one can- 
not act in a light-headed way then — when'can one? 
So one night when the moon shone full and the lake 
was flat and smooth, we slipped out in the canoe and 
"made a night attack upon some saplings' which stood 
on the corner of 'an island. The conditions wer€ not 
favorable to a surprise by commonplace white men, 
but first class' Indians can accbrhplish woriders in the 
-way. of coiicealing their approach. We paddled in the 
s'liadow of the foliage, quietly, like thieves in the night. 
Nearer and nearer we crept. 
"They don't see us," murmured Hector. 
They didn't appear to. They stood motionless and 
silent, their thin forms silhouetted against the sky. 
We were almost there. Our shadows fell upon the 
tree trunks, black and grim. Presently they fell across 
the saplings, but they didn't move. 
Then Hector suddenly yelled a blood-curdling In- 
dian war cry. It echoed about the hills and came back 
Another on the South Branch. 
to us several times. Hank's dog heard it, away up the 
lake, and set up a responsive howl. 
Hector had leaped from the canoe as it touched the 
shore and buried his hatchet deen into the heart of that 
innocent, unsusp.ecting sapling. It fell without a groan 
and never knew its fate. It was the most realistic 
piece of burlesque acting I have ever seen. 
A grin of satisfaction was on Hector's face as we 
paddled back to bed. 
"You know," he remarked, as he spread his blanket, 
"if a fellow ever intended to write any poety — Hia- 
watha or that sort of stufif — this would be the place to 
come , to do it. Anybody could write poetry up here 
with this moonshine and that wolf howling, and so 
on. You ought to do it." 
"I have too much sense," I objected, "why don't 
you?" , ■ 
Hector has too much sense, perhaps. At all events 
he has never written the poetry. 
And so the time passed. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, 
Tuesday and Wednesday, were all alike to us, but were 
unlike any other days I had ever seen before, or shall 
ever see again, I expect. It seemed months since we 
left the city. 
But all things come to an end (though there are 
some that we think shouldn't), and' on Thursday morn- 
ing, May 21, we left Hollow Lake and paddled up Loon 
Bay to the four-mile portage. 
The canoe trip was to begin again. 
It was five minutes past ten when we began that 
portage, and at precisely one o'clock we emerged from 
the bush at the other end and dropped the bags, where 
we had already placed the canoe, and sat upon them, 
with our elbows on our knees and our chins in our 
hands, to rest. 
■yVe did a little thinking then, the result of which 
proves to my satisfaction, and equally to Hector's, 
that the Government map is wrong. That portage is 
not four miles long. For. although no one thinks more 
of our achievements and our capacity for achievement 
than I do — except it be Hector — walking twelve miles 
in three hotvrs on that path, under weight for two- 
thirds of the distance, is more than we can accomplish. 
For there Is a limit to our ability, though you may not 
"believe it. Two miles and a half is about right, I think, 
hut even at that it is a day's work quite heavy enough 
for anyone. So \ye paddled across the bay and camped 
for the rest of the day. 
It is sixteen miles from Dorset to Baysville. where 
the South Branch of the Muskoka. begins. We paddltd 
it the next day — Friday, May 22 — betore dinner. The 
wind blew strongly from the east, and as we .were 
going toward the west, and had the wind behind us, 
as a consequence, we made good time. We followed 
the .^hore all the way. 
It was eleven o'clock when we carried over the dam 
at Baysville. We had covered the distance in three 
hours and a half. Then the down-river work: com- 
menced, and the best part of the trip, although the 
most dangerous. For going down a strange river is 
a vastly different thing from ascending it, as every 
csnoeman knows. 
So we did a little sober thinking. Hector and I. as we 
.•-tarted down, and decided, aniong other things, that 
assuming that we were not as good canoemen as old 
Tommy Harper and others, and th.at it was desirable 
not to come to grief, we had better use extreme cau- 
tion about running rapids, and to subject each and 
-every one to careful scrutiny before running it at all. 
There are, according to our count, twenty-five rapids 
and falls on the South Branch. Of these we ran nine 
and portaged the remainder.. (The guides who, of 
course, will run rapids that others will not, consider 
the South Branch an easy river to go down. Rut it 
would be a herculean task to ascend. No sane per- 
son ever thinks of coming up that way.) 
The first rapid is admirably suited to the initial ven- 
ture of the novice, and, in fact, none but the novice 
would call it a "rapid." But I remember how care- 
fully we scanned the twenty yards of broken water, and 
how grave we were at catching sight of a tiny rock 
timidly sticking its head above the ripples. We shook 
"We didn't run that one." 
our heads and said we would have to be "very careful." 
Then we ^=teadied ourselves on the bottom of the 
canoe, gripped our paddles tightly and anxiously 
pushed out. The current seized us and bore us gently 
down, while we bent over, with paddles ready and 
-stared ahead of us. and when at last we reaGlud the 
-bottom,- and looking back, colild perceive a slig-Iit dis- 
tv.rbance on the surface, which marked the Tncatiftn 
of the "rapid," we drew a long -breath and decided 
that running rapids was good fun— wlnch^vtt is. ' 
We gained confidence and experience by thi§, byt 
