FOREST AND STREAM 
Sept. 21, 1912 
Through Algonquin National Park by Canoe 
By C. F. STRATFORD 
370 
Baby Reliance II. covered the thirty-mile 
course in 43.39, a rate of forty-two miles per 
hour. Baby Reliance III., owned by Mrs. Paul 
A. Biackton, of Brooklyn, came in second, and 
covered the course in 45.38, a rate of forty miles 
per hour. 
The third day was another Biackton triumph. 
Baby Reliance lowered world’s power boat racing 
record by over a minute when she won the 35- 
mile international inter-lake championship race 
for the E. R. Thomas trophy at the rate of 46.15 
miles per hour. This gives her first place in all 
of the races held during the regatta. Baby Re¬ 
liance ITT. and Neptune, owned by Lawrence 
Buell, of Detroit, for second place, was the cen¬ 
ter of interest. Neptune won the coveted posi¬ 
tion. Heloise and P. D. Q. fought hard for 
fourth place. The latter won. Baby Reliance 
II. made wonderful time. In her last lap she 
covered the five miles in 6:20, which was at the 
rate of 47.37 miles per hour. The fastest lap 
made by Neptune IV. was on the second leg, 
when she went nearly 45 miles per hour. The 
racers finished as follows: Baby Reliance II., of 
Brooklyn, first'in 45.20: Neptune, of Detroit, sec¬ 
ond, in 48.30: Baby Reliance III., of Brooklyn, 
third in 50.OQ: P. D. Q„ of New York fourth 
in 56.09, and Heloise, of Toronto, fifth in 56.54. 
Colonial Y. C. 
Thirteen power boats started last Saturday 
in a final race for the trophy offered by E. L. 
Mahnken, of the Colonial Y. C. The course was 
from 140th street to Rockland Light and return. 
W. Lindeman’s Snapshot, the scratch boat, made 
the fastest time over the course, covering it in 
4h. 27m. 50s. A. Robinson’s Abby May, which 
took 18m. 12s. longer to cover the course had 
a time allowance of 2h. 18m. 9s. and probably 
will be declared the winner unless a protest which 
is threatened is lodged. The summary: 
Finish. Corrected. 
Abby May, A. Robinson. 3 46 02 3 27 53 
Au Revoir, F. Ellsworth. 3 38 1G 3 59 11 
Irena, J. Peterson,. 3 41 27 4 05 37 
Scotland, Charles Stone. 3 49 08 4 06 40 
Alma II., F. P Pratt. 3 35 32 4 06 42 
Annart, A. J. Bendix. 4 23 18 4 09 48 
Virginia, Harrv Betts. 2 54 16 4 17 26 
Canisteo, Dr. II. Baker. 3 23 22 4 24 44 
Snapshot, W. Lindeman. 2 27 50 4 27 50 
Lady Betty, H. J. Russell. 2 36 23 4 27 57 
Allowances: Abby May, 2.18.09; Au Revoir, 1.39.05; 
Irena, 1.35.50; Scotland, 1.42.28; Alma II., 0.28.50; An¬ 
nart, 2.13.30; Virginia, 0.36.50; Canisteo, 0.58.38; Snap¬ 
shot. scratch; Lady Betty, 0.08.26. 
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West Fifty-eighth street, New' York city, by 
Louis Reichert. 
MEMBER TRANSFERRED. 
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Ill., care of Telegraph Office, from Atlantic Di¬ 
vision to Western Division; formerly of New 
York city. 
ASSOCIATE MEMBERS PROPOSED. 
Mrs. Oscar J. West, Kenilworth, Ill.; Miss 
Charlotte Friese and Miss Elizabeth Friese and 
Miss Charlotte Mount, the Misses Friese, of 
Chicago, Ill., and Miss Mount, of Lexington, Ky. 
ARTHUR BINNEY 
(Formerly Stewart & Binney) 
Naval Architect and Yacht Broker 
Mason Building, Kilby St., BOSTON, MASS. 
Cable Address, "Designer.” Boston 
COX CEL STEVENS 
Yacht Brokers and Naval Architects 
15 William Street - New York 
Telephones 1375 and 1376 Broad 
HOUSEBOAT TO IjET for October shooting and 
fishing .on Barnegat Bay. Week or month. Full equip¬ 
ment — 3 cabins, 2 toilets, 7 spring beds. Rate very rea¬ 
sonable to responsible party. Also 30-foot auxiliary. 
Address “Drawer H,” Belmar, N. J. 
H OW persistent is the call of those North 
Woods. It is a challenge to the soul to 
free itself from the bondage of routine 
and enjoy nature’s best in the atmosphere of 
liberty. And who, having heard it, could but 
obey that call. And obedience is a guaran¬ 
tee of joy and happiness. To follow track and 
trail in the mystic charm of uncertainty; to trek 
over rough portages, developing courage, grit, 
endurance and to see in the forest growth and 
lake expanse the evidence of a Divine Power; to 
hear the plaintive call of the loon and the long 
drawn howl of the wolf; then when the last story 
has been told the final song has died away among 
the pines, and the camp fire extinguished; then 
to rest upon a spring bed of boughs — this is the 
joy of the North Woods and the reward of him 
who obeys its call. 
It was on the evening of the 30th day of 
July, 1911, that our party of twelve young busi¬ 
ness and professional men met at the railroad 
station in Buffalo. We made the trip to Joe 
Lake without incident, arriving there late the 
following morning. After having our last civil¬ 
ized meal at the supply station, we set to work 
getting canoes, provisions, tents, etc., ready for 
the start. The little wharf was a- busy and ex¬ 
citing spot for about an hour. 
Down Joe Lake and through beautiful Joe 
Creek we paddled, getting our first glimpse of 
the magnificent forest kingdom in which we were 
to live for two weeks. About an hour after Joe 
Lake station was left behind, we were in the 
bosom of an unbroken forest, Algonquin National 
Park, a glorious area of pine lands set aside by 
the far-sighted Canadian Government as a tim¬ 
ber reserve. It was along Joe Creek that one 
of our canoes caught sight of a deer. 
“Oh, portaging does not amount to much,” 
was the general sentiment expressed at the first 
"lift-over” around a beautiful waterfall in the 
creek, but little did the men realize how qu’ckly 
their sentiments were to change. Another short 
paddle over the sinuous course of the creek 
brought us to the second portage, which our 
leader, who had traveled the country before, 
guessed to be three-eighths of a mile in length. 
The five minute trip over the last section of 
Joe Creek landed us at the third portage. The 
last portage of the day was over and we were 
convinced that the joys of portaging were only 
outrivaled by the joy of Atlas when he bore the 
earth on his back. Hardly had we begun to 
move along the small expanse of water leading 
from this third portage when we passed through 
the narrows and beheld stretched out before us 
Island Lake. Moving noiselessly over the quiet 
waters, with the afternoon sun still beating down 
upon us, we passed by the slopes of pine, balsam 
and fir, almost losing ourselves among the many 
islands, inlets and coves which stretched to the 
right and to the left for a long distance. Sun¬ 
down brought us to the island furthest north, 
where we found an ideal camp site. Here we 
landed and established our first camp, named by 
our boarding house squad "Camp Feed-’Em-Up.” 
It was about 6 o’clock and the call from our 
leader “All in, fellows, the water’s fine’’ was re¬ 
ceived with general approval, and we all went to 
work with a will when the various crews were 
announced—four cooks, four tent erectors and 
four bough and wood cutters. That supper of 
Lacon and eggs, potatoes, bread and butter and 
coffee disappeared like magic. It was about 9 
o'clock when we got our camp in ship shape 
order. Then we all gathered around the camp¬ 
fire for a few songs and stories, but one by one 
the fellows stole away to their tents. Every one 
felt the effects of that first day's hard travel. 
That first night in the woods was a peculiar 
experience for many of the fellows who had 
never slept under canvas in the woods before. 
Our leader was kept busy answering many ques¬ 
tions regarding the various calls and noises 
familiar to those who have lived in the woods. 
We were all up with the birds next morn¬ 
ing. Our first night on balsam boughs had been 
a very restful one. A few dompla'ned of stiff 
backs, but upon examining their beds we found 
they had been lazy the evening before and had 
not cut enough boughs to keep them off the hard 
ground, nevertheless they soon got the kinks out 
and all ate a hearty breakfast of coffee, bread, 
flapjacks and syrup. 
Early in the afternoon two of our men made 
a trip over a three-quarter mile portage to ex¬ 
plore the lake beyond. They discovered a de¬ 
serted logging camp, and while rummaging around 
in one of the cabins found a big fat porcupine. 
He showed no inclination to notice their arrival 
on the scene, so they got him cornered and pho¬ 
tographed him. They found so many other in¬ 
teresting things that they lost track of the time 
and did not get started on their return trip until 
after sundown. They arrived at the portage at 
dusk. Shouldering their canoe they started back 
over the trail. When nearing the end they were 
startled at the sight of a big black bear. They 
hardly knew just what to do, but finally decided 
their best course was to make a retreat and wait 
for Mr. Bear to disappear. 
Several fellows had been fishing during the 
afternoon, but had not been successful in land¬ 
ing any. “Cheer up, fellows,” someone said, 
“you know the old song, ‘There’s lots of fish 
down in the brook; all you need is a rod, a line 
and a hook.’ ” Then the answer came back in 
sad tones. “But all I get is sympathy.” About 
this time the dinner gong was sounded and we 
all partook of a sumptuous meal of potatoes, 
beans, cheese, coffee, bread and butter. 
On Wednesday morning it rained. Poncho 
blankets were hauled out and breakfast cooked 
under difficulties. The camp optimist saw pos¬ 
sible good fishing in the showers, and this helped 
create good spirit. Cornmeal mush, bread and 
coffee, with a liberal sprinkling of rain drops 
in our tin plates helped to drown out that blue 
Monday feeling. 
“I wonder what fish live on when no one is 
fishing,” asked one of our innocent, unsophisti¬ 
cated city chaps. Suddenly, while the joking was 
going on something tugged at one of the lines 
and swept off into deep water. Unfortunately 
the trout had chosen a tenderfoot’s line, and he 
had no trouble in making his escape, but the blue 
Monday spell was broken. Ambition ran high. 
Everybody got out their trolling lines and in 
