434 
FOREST AND STREAM 
Oct. 5, 1912 
Class B—National Championship—Start, 3:00—30 Miles. 
Big Balaam . 4 13 16 1 13 16 
Class C—International Championship—Start, 3:00—30 
Miles. 
Peter Pan V. 4 01 06 1 01 06 
Debutante . 4 14 49 1 14 49 
One-Mile Speed Trials—Three Times with and Three 
Times against the Tide—Average Speed. 
Statute 
Knots. 
Miles. 
Humpty Dumpty . 
. 26.9 
30.9 
Debutante . 
. 24.5 
28.2 
l’eter Pan V. 
. 36.0 
41.4 
*Baby Reliance 11. 
. 39.1 
45.0 
*One trip against tide. 
then broke down. 
Csmoemg 
Hudson River Canoe Regatta. 
Canoe races of the Hudson River are over 
for the season, the Fort Washington regatta 
run off on Sunday, Sept. 22, being the last of 
club events, although there are still many small 
scores to settle, and not until the leaves have 
gone and ice formed, will the frail canoe cease 
to dart in and out of the shallow waters along¬ 
shore or be seen sailing more gracefully than 
any of the birds now sought by the game hunter. 
Inwood C. C. has won the best percentage 
of all the clubs racing, and E. C. Kelley, of 
Fort Washington, has proven himself the best 
of those entered for all-around work. He has 
won race after race and medal after medal till 
his fellow members are filled with admiration 
for his skill. 
Of all the regattas the last was the best. 
It was held at the club house at Edgewater, N. 
]., and they did things up royally by serving 
ice cream and cake and filling up the punch 
bowl many times. The big oil lamps of this 
club are to be replaced with electric lights for 
the wid-winter meetings, unless Commodore 
King's expectations go far astray. They had 
the only ladies’ event of the season; that of the 
mixed doubles and the one-lady, double blades, 
the winners of which paddled with surprising 
ability, bringing cheers from everybody. 
In the tilting matches Esselborn and Bald¬ 
win won after spilling a number of crews into 
the river. The following clubs were repre¬ 
sented: Fort Washington, Inwood, Knicker¬ 
bocker. Manhattan, Undercliff, Shattamuck of 
Ossining, Wenonah of Bayonne, Ulhigh of 
Cranford. N. J., Seneca of Newark, and Red 
Dragon of Philadelphia. Summary: 
Fort Washington Trophy, Half-Mile.—Won 
by Zuck; Kelley, second; Vandohlen, third. 
One Man, Double Blades, Novice.'—Won by 
Ahrens, Knickerbocker; Finn, Knickerbocker, 
second; Clark, Knickerbocker, third. 
One Lady, Double Blades.—Won by Miss 
Marshall; Mrs. Perkins, second; Miss Parker, 
third. 
Club Fours.-—Won by Fort Washington; 
Inwood, second; Wenonah, third. 
Mixed Tandem, Doubles.—Won by Miss 
Zuck and Marshall; Miss Gibbons and Kelley, 
second; Miss Marshall and Zuck, third. 
I ail End Race.—Won by Bartholomew, In¬ 
wood; Marshall, Inwood, second. 
Single 1 andem.—Won by Smith and 
Ahrens; Kelley and Molnar, second. 
Overboard Race.—Won by Zuck; Kelley, 
second. 
A. C. A. Membership. 
NEW MEMBERS PROPOSED. 
Western Division.—S. W. Prime, 1705 
Fisher Building, Chicago, Ill., by L. C. Wood- 
worth; Fred C. Brown, 233 Hinckley avenue, 
Rockford, Ill., by H. M. Greenberg; W. A. 
Maynard, 1009 Chestnut avenue, Wilmette, 
Wis., by A. W. Friese; Carl Wrn. Rudelius, 822 
Second avenae, Rockford, Ill., by H. F. Norris. 
NEW MEMBERS ELECTED. 
Atlantic Division.—6527, James Tully Far- 
relly. 182 West Fifty-eighth street, New York 
city. 
An Overland Canoe Trip. 
BY R. H. NASH. 
We left New York on the 7:15 on a Friday 
night, a party of four bound for Old Forge by 
train, and a canoe trip in the Adirondacks. It 
was hot that night, one of the hottest of x\ugust, 
and the thoughts of mountain breezes and 
plunges into cool lakes put some life in us as 
we sweltered in the New York Central tumvd. 
The car trip up was uneventful, and at about 
6:30 our sleeper duly arrived at Old Forge, the 
conductor awakening us on the way to collect 
an additional fare for the Fulton Chain Rail¬ 
way, an extensive system that operates between 
Fulton Chain and Old Forge, a distance of two 
miles. We had breakfast in the hotel, and a 
good one it was, especially apprecited as the 
crisp air had sharpened our appetites, and it 
was cool, a delightful contrast to the night be¬ 
fore, so much so in fact that they had a log 
fire burning in the hall of the hotel. After 
breakfast we bought “grub'’ and saw about 
boats. Two of us, Charley and I, had shipped 
one up, a canvas Peterboro that we had picked 
up in Canada the year before, and which had 
already seen hard service, while George and 
Harry hired one at the boat house, a nice little 
Old Town about 15 x / 2 feet long and very light, 
though cranky. 
By 10:30 we had changed our clothes, 
packed our duffle and were ready for “La long 
traverse,” a longer one than we then antici¬ 
pated, and started off with some good wishes 
from a few idlers on the dock, paddling up the 
Fulton Chain. Twenty-five years’ ago the Ful¬ 
ton Chain of eight lakes was no doubt ideal 
canoeing, it is now to some, but we wanted the 
wilderness and found this too civilized. The 
scenery is nice, but numbers of cottages are to 
be found on the lake shores, and motor boats 
are constantly chugging to and fro. We 
paddled on steadily through First. Second, 
Third and Fourth lakes, up the inlet between 
the last and Fifth, then made a half-mile carry 
to Sixth. On this lake we had lunch and then 
paddled to the end of Seventh through some 
flooded lands to the carry to Eighth. We had 
made a good many carries in the past, and as 
it turned out, had a number ahead on that 
trip, but never had we such an audience as then. 
Three launches loaded with summer boarders 
had discharged their passengers there just be¬ 
fore we arrived, and they were scattered all the 
way along the trail. Most of them seemed to 
think that we had escaped from Matteawan cr 
some such place, and no doubt the sight of four 
men each carrying 90 to 100 pounds for a mile 
does seem the height of lunacy to some. Eighth 
Lake is a nice one, free from launches and oniy 
inhabited by a few campers, so as it was get¬ 
ting late, we decided to spend the night there, 
making camp on an island about one mile from 
the end of the carry. On the nearest shore to 
the island and about a hundred yards before 
you get to it is a fine spring of cold water lo¬ 
cated about fifty yards from the lake, a blaze 
on a tree indicating the landing. 
We had supper and talked things over, de¬ 
ciding that so far we had seen too many people, 
and that it was up to us to get away from them; 
the main canoe route through to Saranac Lake, 
though more picturesque, was still pretty well 
settled and we determined to leave the beaten 
track. Our maps—Government ones—showed 
a small stream, the Rock River, with its source 
about one mile from Blue Mountain Lake, and 
this flowed into the Cedar and the Cedar into 
the Hudson; once there we could work up a 
considerable distance according to the map. 
This settled satisfactorily, we turned in with¬ 
out going to the trouble of putting up a tem, 
as a result of which we had the pleasure of 
sleeping in a heavy dew as thick as a Novem¬ 
ber fog in New York—however, as we all had 
sleeping bags, this did not matter. The next 
morning we were up bright and early and had 
finished breakfast, washed dishes and packed 
up by 9 a. m. A short paddle brought us to 
the carry to Brown's Tract Inlet, one and a 
half miles long, and we made this in good 
shape. The inlet is quite wild and very wind¬ 
ing, something like the upper part of Rancocas 
Creek in South Jersey, and we enjoyed the 
paddled to Raquette Lake. Here we bought 
more grub, and crossing the Tower end, entered 
the Marion River, a pretty stretch of water that 
extends almost to Utowanna Lake, a quarter 
of a mile carry only being necessary to reach 
it. On the further side of this we had lunch 
and then paddled through Utowanna and Eagle 
lakes to Blue Mountain, a beautiful lake above 
which Blue Mountain towers majestically. 
Stopping at the village, we made inquiries about 
the Rock River, and a clerk in the grocery 
store told us that there was plenty of water 
in it, and that we ought to be able to reach the 
Hudson with one carry. We afterward won¬ 
dered what sinister motive he had in view in 
telling us that. 
Highly elated, we started off making a mile 
carry to Rock Creek that winds through a 
marsh, called Thirty-four Swamp on the map. 
That swamp in a direct line is about five miles 
long, but by creek it is several times that, and 
it was nearly dark when we reached the end. 
Here we found a dam and beyond that flowed 
the Rock River—that is, in spring time; but we 
found it a bed of dry boulders. We gazed dis¬ 
mally at it for a time and then started to look 
for a camping spot, which was not very easy 
to find, as most of the ground was swampy. 
However, we finally located, and I, the assistant 
cook, prepared supper while the cook, George, 
went on an exploring trip, and the dishwashers, 
Charlie and Harry, took a swim. Supper was 
nearly over when George returned tired from a 
five-mile walk and discouraged. He had gone 
for two and a half miles down and found no 
water in the creek, so we decided that we 
would return to Blue Mountain Lake in the 
morning. 
The next morning we awoke refreshed and 
determined. We knew if we made a carry back 
through Blue Mountain village those who had 
seen us start would laugh at us, and then we 
did not like to give up, so with canoes and out¬ 
fit we started to look for water. The carry was 
not bad along the main road for a time, and 
ARTHUR BINNEY 
(Formerly Stewart & Binney) 
Naval Architect and Yacht Broker 
Mai son Building, Kilby S4. t BOSTON, MASS. 
Cable Address, "Designer,” Boston 
COX (EL STEVENS 
Yacht Brokers and Naval Architects 
15 William Street - New York 
Telephones 1375 and 1376 Broad 
