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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Aug. 29, 1908. 
Dixie II. Wins the Gold Cup. 
Dixie II., E. J. Schroeder’s fast motor boat, 
has succeeded in winning the gold challenge cup 
of the American Power Boat Association away 
from the Chippewa Bay Y. C., where it has so¬ 
journed for several years. This trophy has been 
the cause of much bickering, and some have 
claimed that the cup was won by other boats 
but still retained by the Chippewa Bay Y. C. on 
a technicality, but now it goes to the Thousand 
Islands Y. C., which organization Dixie II. 
represented. Chip III. defended the cup and did 
very well, but she was not fast enough to make 
Dixie do her best, except at short periods dur¬ 
ing the races. 
The first race was decided on Thursday, Aug. 
20, over the 30-mile course on Alexandria Bay. 
The water was quite rough and it rained hard 
during the race. Pirate led at the start, followed 
by Chip III. and Dixie. Dixie in a few minutes 
was in the lead, and then settled down to 700 
revolutions and kept in front, winning from 
Chip III. by 19s. Those in charge of Chip said 
she was not doing her best, U. S. A. had her 
wheel so badly damaged through striking a log 
that she withdrew. The times were: 
First Race—30 Miles—Start, 3:00. 
First round. Elapsed. 
Dixie II. 3 31 00 1 01 37 
Chip III. 3 31 40 1 01 50 
Pirate . 3 33 34 1 06 09 
Tan . 3 33 37 1 07 11 
Stranger . 3 34 35 1 08 35 
Pawnee . 3 36 18 1 14 23 
U. S. A. Disabled. 
The second race was won by Dixie II. by 6s. 
On account of the rough water, the race was 
postponed an hour and faster time was made 
than in the first race. Dixie II., Chip III.,- 
Pirate and Jan started on even terms, but Dixie 
again went to the front and stayed there. The 
times: 
First round. Elapsed. 
D'xie TT. 4 29 12 0 58 13 
Chip III. 4 29 30 0 58 19 
Jan . 4 33 27 1 06 04 
Pirate . 4 33 34 1 07 06 
Stranger . 4 35 45 1 08 22 
Pawnee . 4 35 45 1 11 25 
U. S. A. Disabled. 
In the third race Dixie, had to do a little more 
than in either of the others, for after going 
about 300 yards, she suddenly stopped and was 
still for more than 2m., through some slight 
derangement of her engines. Then she went 
after Chip, caught and passed her, and won the 
race by 23s. The times: 
First round. Elapsed. 
Dixie II. 5 29 23 1 00 35 
Chip III.. 5 30 46 1 00 58 
Pirate . 53347 10617 
Jan . 5 33 32 1 06 47 
Pawnee . 5 35 14 1 10 10 
Stranger . Disabled. 
Harlem Y. C. Cruising Race. 
The annual cruising race of the Harlem Y. C. 
from Execution Light to Stratford Shoals Light 
and return—distance 61 nautical miles—was 
started Saturday, Aug. 15, at 5:55 P. M. The 
race was open to all cabin yachts in cruising 
trim of 33ft. rating or under and the handicap 
racing class. 
Ten yachts started, of which eight finished. 
The yachts drifted over the starting line and 
slowly worked eastward with the last of the 
ebb tide. After two hours of drifting, a fresh 
breeze came out of the northeast, which in¬ 
creased in strength to half a gale, making it a 
dead beat to windward against a big sea to the 
turning mark. The yachts rounded the red buoy 
off Stratford Shoals in the following order: 
Bobtail, 3:10 A. M.; Trixie, 3:50; Bedouin. 3:53; 
Red Wing. 4:04; Mist, 4:12; Naiad, 4:20; Mopsa, 
4:37, and Alyce. 4:45. 
Richard A. Monks’ Bobtail, of the Indian 
Harbor Y. C., was the first boat to finish at 
7:45 A. M., making the distance in 13 hours and 
50 minutes. The run home was with spinnakers 
set to starboard. Bobtail carried away her 
spinnaker boom when half way between Strat¬ 
ford Shoals and Penfield. This accident no 
doubt prevented her from winning the first prize, 
as it was expected that she would gain consider¬ 
able time on the long run home. Anna and 
Innocent, of the Harlem Y. C., were both dis¬ 
abled and withdrew from the race. 
The prize winners in the regular class are 
Robert Jacobs, Jr.’s Trixie, first; H. A. Jackson, 
Jr.’s Mist, second, and R. A. Monks’ Bobtail, 
third. Mist also won in the handicap division, 
and W. J. Fowler’s Bedouin won a special prize 
presented by Commodore Geo. W. Jarchow to 
the Harlem Y. C. boat making the best cor¬ 
rected time on over all deck measurement. 
The following is a summary: 
Bobtail, R. A. Moi 
Bedouin, W. T. Fow 
Red Wing, M. B. P 
Trixie. Robt. Jacobs 
Alyce, W. A. Lieb. 
Naiad, J. Bruns ... 
Mist, H. A. Jackson 
Mopsa, Sullivan Bn 
Anna, W. Bragdon. 
Bobtail, R. A. IV 
Trixie, Robt. Jac 
Red Wing, M. B. 
Bedouin, W. J. 1 
Bedouin, W. J. 
Mopsa, Sullivan 
Naiad, J. Bruns 
Anna, W. Bragd 
Innocent, Edw. 
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Massachusetts Dories Win. 
The Lovitt-Wagner cup for dories will stay 
in this country for another year. The Shel¬ 
burne Y. C. dories tried to win it away from the 
Massachusetts Association last week in a series 
of races sailed off the Corinthian Y. C. at 
Marblehead. In the first race Teaser won and 
Barbara was second. In the second race 
Barbara won and Teaser was second, and in 
these two events the Shelburne boats were third 
and fourth. In the third race Margaret C. won, 
with Maple Leaf second. The local boats were 
beaten. The cup will be held subject to chal¬ 
lenge, and it is very probable that another 
series will be arranged for next summer. 
Eleanor Wins Upton Cup. 
The Lipton cup for 22-footers of the Massa¬ 
chusetts Association has been won by Eleanor, 
owned by Mr. Fabyan. She has scored most 
points in the series and cannot now be beaten. 
This boat won the cup last year, and as it need 
only to be won twice, it is now Mr. Fabyan’s 
property. The cup was first won by Caleb 
Loring’s Orestes in 1906, and this year Mr. 
Loring had Achilles built to defeat Eleanor, 
but she was not fast enough. 
Storm Spoils Regattas. 
Owing to the heavy rain and lack of wind, the 
regattas of the Stamford Y. C. on the Sound, 
and of the Marine and Field Club on Gravesend 
Bay, scheduled for Saturday, Aug. 22, were not 
sailed. 
Homeward Bound. 
E had all run away from 
the bark on account of 
not getting enough to 
eat, had tramped over 
the South American 
deserts, been caught by 
the Chili police and put 
back aboard the James 
A. Wright. 
That night at supper 
we had to drink our 
tea out of empty con¬ 
densed milk cans, and 
I borrowed a tin pie plate from the cook to 
eat my share of cracker-hash off of. I had my 
blanket yet, but the rest of the “excursion 
party’ had to sleep in empty gunny bags instead 
of bedding. The mate had saved our mat¬ 
tresses, so we still had them, and there was a 
suit of old ragged oil skins that I had cast off 
and was glad enough now to get hold of. The 
slopchest was nearly exhausted, so we would 
have to make the homeward passage in the 
clothes we stood in. 
That night the second mate marched back 
and forth across the fo’castle head armed to the 
teeth, with two revolvers stuck conspicuously 
in his belt. We enjoyed the sight of him im¬ 
mensely, and he noticed it. “Oh, it won’t be 
so funny if you tried it again,” said he; “any 
boat that comes alongside here ’ll get pumped 
full of lead.” 
“Sure, he couldn’t hit the broadside of a 
mule, let alone a boat,” said Joe, as we all 
turned in. 
About midnight I was awakened by some 
shouting on deck and turned out to see what 
the fuss was about. It seems it was a boat that 
had come up the coast from Iquique with a man 
bv the name of Lawson, who was to take old 
Bill’s place in our watch. He was a young 
fellow about the same age as Joe and I, a 
Swede, apparently, and as he put his duds away 
in an empty bunk, he pulled out a well filled 
flask of whiskey as greeting to the new crew. 
Whether it was instinct or the noise we made, 
I cannot say, but no sooner was the bottle un¬ 
corked than old Jim of the port watch was 
wide awake and needed no rousing as the others 
did, and a second mate’s nip was nothing to 
what tickled his palate that time. 
We finished bending sail next morning and 
then set up the rigging and did the finishing 
touches to make the W. ready for sea. I was 
hard at work putting some seizings on the 
lanyards to the main rigging when Lawrence, 
the cabin boy, handed me a letter, which, when 
I opened it, had a crisp American ten-dollar 
bill inside ‘and a letter from my brother at 
home. I was so happy, I felt like dancing for 
joy. Just on the day of sailing, when everything 
looked the blackest, and all the supplies I had 
laid in to make the voyage home a little bit 
comfortable had been lost, and with them every 
stitch of clothing I owned, except the suit I 
stood in, to receive that money at that moment 
was a Godsend to me. I hurried aft to the 
captain and asked to be allowed to buy some 
food and clothes with the money before we 
sailed; the cook was going ashore for his fresh 
meat at noon for the last time, and I begged 
the captain to let him get the things for' me. 
At first he was firm in his refusal, and I felt 
mad enough to tear the bill into bits. Of what 
use to me was that greenback, except to tantal¬ 
ize me with the thoughts of the comforts it 
might afford me. As it was, it was worse than 
useless, while ashore it was equal to twenty- 
five pesos, or native dollars—quite a. sum to 
receive on the day of departure. 
Finally he said. “Well, make out a list of what 
you want and give it to the steward; hurry up, 
for as soon as he comes back we sail.” 
The steward refused to buy me any clothes, 
but said he would get me all the food I wanted. 
So I made out a list that included sugar, con¬ 
densed milk, cocoa, crackers and sausages. 
_ There was another ship, an Englishman, get¬ 
ting under weigh that morning, and the songs 
of her crew as they hove up anchor came over 
the water to us in hurricane notes, for she was 
a homeward-bounder, and it was considered an 
honor to yell oneself hoarse on such an oc¬ 
casion. I could not catch all of the song, for 
the notes rose from the low, faint growl of the 
deep throats to the hurricane chorus of 
“Hurrah! my boys, we’re home-wa-ard-bound!” 
It was the custom of the port here for one 
ship to aid another in getting under weigh. It 
was such a job for one crew to unmoor and 
hoist all sail in such a short time, that each ship 
is supposed to send a couple of men to help 
the ship that is going out. So that afternoon, 
as soon as we commenced to take in our stern 
mooring, a boat with six or seven men came 
alongside to help us. 
As soon as the captain arrived from shore, 
about 2 o’clock in the afternoon, we hoisted in 
the small boat and began to heave up our 
anchor. When it was at a “short hawse.” we 
ran aloft and cast loose all the sails ready to 
sheet home from the deck as soon as the anchor 
