February 7, 1914. 
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ers, perhaps you were not brought up on the bot¬ 
tle. The herd was wending its way home. We 
stood guard until the last cow was gone by lest 
it lose its wended way among our tent-pins. 
We had been camping before. We knew what 
it meant to shiver in a single woolen blanket so 
we had brought many and then some. As the 
new moon dropped behind the high bank across 
the river we made our beds. A few canoe cush¬ 
ions were a luxury for us in the shelter tent. In 
the wall the ladies reclined at ease on the Gold 
Medals (really very comfortable in spite of its 
name, it being a folding canvas cot), our blankets 
ready to pile over us. 
As I have said it was a warm day and there 
had been a breeze; it was a hot night without one. 
According to Uncle Sam’s prescription I had 
entered the shelter-tent, head first. As the 
hours wore on I emerged foot by foot until day¬ 
light found me sleeping peacefully before it. But 
I am getting ahead of my story. We men-folks, 
scorning the terrors of the night, prepared for 
sleep—sleep—yet with one eye open guarding the 
tent which held our treasures. 
Now it’s man’s prerogative when his curious 
spouse would know of the happenings of the day 
at such an hour to answer “Yes”—“No,” “do’ 
know.” Grunt and go to sleep. Dismay followed 
amazement when we realized what we had done 
in caging two of the female of the species at this 
hour of the night. Unbroken came the murmur 
of voices from the other tent and the hours fled 
by—no, lagged by. I attempted some imitation 
snoring without effect, and presently the Com¬ 
modore gave them the real thing without result. 
One thing reminded them of another. As the 
Commodore observed cynically next morning it 
was only after the last neighbor’s reputation had 
been torn to shreds that they finally sunk to a 
long-neglected slumber. 
Just as darkness was thinning I awoke to find 
a man bending over peering into the tent. 
“What do you want around here?” I demand¬ 
ed, belligerently. But it was only the Commo¬ 
dore. He had crawled out to see if it was light 
FOREST AND STREAM 
enough to fish, without my hearing him, and was 
just about to re-enter. 
So the last chance of a burglar was gone. Day 
had come. The River lay a black pool from bank 
to bank, with a faint wreath of mist hovering 
here and there above its surface. The Commo¬ 
dore got his rod and tried free-casting from the 
beach while I sat drowsily before the tent watch¬ 
ing him and enjoying the warm, s'till, morning. 
Fish broke frequently within reach of his 
tempting Dowiagiae, but none was tempted. I 
set about making the fire and putting the water 
over for the coffee. The girls were making up 
for lost time, proving beyond peradventure that 
they were to the camp-life born. 
The whirr of the Commodore's reel fascinated 
me if it did not the fish, and I asked to share 
his joy. But it was not to be fish for breakfast. 
We gave it up and started the fragrant bacon, 
by which time these leisurely ladies had made 
themselves beautiful and were ready to eat. 
It was the hottest day of the summer, they told 
us later. We were blissfully unaware of it. We 
lazed about camp until noon and then started up 
stream for home with a breeze that put the river 
in motion under us. It was warm, yes it was 
warm, but with a modicum of clothing and para¬ 
sols set to a fair wind we slipped up-stream as 
easily as we had down. 
A thunder storm was working up in the north¬ 
west. The southerly wind increased steadily in 
strength until it seemed as though we must reef 
even our parasols. But “we carried our sail until 
all was blue,” plying paddle as well as sail, and 
as the first drops fell and the wind whisked 
around into our faces, we ran the canoes up on 
our home shore and scurried for cover, congratu¬ 
lating ourselves on escaping the torrent that fol¬ 
lowed. 
It is claimed by some that Adrian Block dis¬ 
covered the Connecticut. Be that as it may, the 
Commodore and I first discovered its possibili¬ 
ties, and each week-end we push our explorations 
farther. 
Manhasset Bay Yacht Club 
StarFng next Saturday races will be held every 
Saturday and Sunday. 
Ice Yacht Racing Rules. 
The following rules shall govern all ice yacht 
races sailed under the auspices of the Manhasset 
Bay Yacht Club. 
CLASSES. 
Yachts shall be divided by sail area into two 
classes as follows: 
Class A not over 350 sq. ft. 
Class B not over 250 sq. ft. 
Yachts with more than 350 sq. ft. will race as 
one class with time allowance. 
time allowance. 
The time allowance for all handicap races will 
be as follows: 
One second per sq. ft. of sail area per hour. 
STARTS. 
All starts will be standing. Positions will be 
drawn for by lot. Classes will be started 
separately. 
RIGHT OF WAY. 
1. A yacht on the port tack shall always give 
way to a yacht on the starboard tack. 
2. A yacht may not bear away to prevent an¬ 
other yacht from passing her to leeward. 
3. A yacht overtaking another shall keep 
clear of the overtaken yacht. 
4. If the overtaking yacht is the leeward yacht 
she shall not luff until she draws clear ahead 
of the yacht which she has overtaken. 
5. As rules cannot be made to cover all points 
of sailing, yachts should use particular care to 
avoid collisions. 
ROUNDING MARKS. 
A yacht shall not attempt to force a passage 
between the mark and another yacht when the 
other yacht has an over-lap on the mark. 
TOUCHING MARK. 
Should a yacht touch a mark, unless wrong¬ 
fully compelled to by another yacht, she shall be 
disqualified and shall immediately withdraw from 
the race. 
HELMSMAN. 
The helmsman must be an amateur and a mem¬ 
ber of a recognized yacht club. 
CREW. 
There shall be no limit as to crew. 
MEASUREMENT. 
No yacht shall be entitled to start in a race 
until she has been measured by the club measurer 
or his assistant. The fee for measuring each 
yacht shall be two dollars. A copy of the meas¬ 
urement certificate must be filed with the 
Regatta Committee of the Manhasset Bay Yacht 
Club, before any prize will be awarded. 
The measurer shall measure the actual area of 
the jib. The length of the spars and hoist shall 
be measured. If the sails when fully stretched 
do not come to the end of the spars or to the 
block of the hoist, black bands may be painted 
thereon and measurements made to these bancs, 
the sails must not extend beyond the black bands. 
Should a yacht alter her sails or spars she mus: 
be re-measured. 
PROTESTS. 
Protests must be made in writing and given to- 
the Regattta Committee : mmediately after the 
finish of the race. 
TIME LIMIT. 
Shouid the first yacht to finish, fail to sail 
the course at the rate of a mile in four minutes 
it will be declared no race. In special races the 
Regatta Committee may waive this rule. 
RACING NUMBERS. 
All yachts shall display racing numbers show¬ 
ing class letter and number. 
PRIZES. 
In all races of the club a prize will be awarded 
the winner in each class, provided two or more 
start in a class. 
Yachts without a competitor may sail in the 
■'lass above. In races where all classes sail as 
one with handicaps a second prize will be given 
if four or more start and a third prize if seven 
or more start. 
YACHTS NOT IN THE RACE. 
Yachts not in the race must not sail on or near 
the course. The Regatca Committee may refuse 
to accept the entry of any yacht that violates 
this rule. 
PUSHING. 
Yachts may be pushed at the start and during 
the race, if all way is lost. 
They must not be pushed over the finishing line. 
FINISH. 
The time at the finish will be taken when the 
mainmast crosses the line, but a yacht will not 
be considered as having finished until the entire 
yacht has crossed the line. 
ICE BOAT CHAMPIONSHIP CUP. 
A cup has been offered by a member of the 
Manhasset Bay Yacht Club on the following 
conditions: 
The cup to be known as the Ice Boat Champion¬ 
ship Cup of Manhasset Bay. 
Any yacht club located on Manhasset Bay may- 
enter for the cup. 
The date of the races shall be fixed by the 
Committee of Management, which shall be com¬ 
posed of one delegate from each yacht club lo¬ 
cated on Manhasset Bay. 
TEXAS DYNAMITERS FINED HEAVILY. 
It cost five men at Del Rio, Tex., $100 each 
to dynamite the beautiful Devil’s river recently. 
Chief Game Warden Jeff D. Cox is doing all that 
he can L o make it unpleasant for wanton destroy¬ 
ers of fish life in Texas streams. 
The light house reservations on the great lakes 
are able to grow all the white cedar needed for 
spar buoys in their district. 
