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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[April ii, 1908. 
one can go to a different place every year and 
it would be impossible in an ordinary lifetime to 
cover the country. 
There are about 300 active canoeists here in 
Portland. The sound cities each have a large 
number, and in all our cities out here the sport 
is increasing in popularity very rapidly. Last 
year there wasn’t a canoe to be bought any¬ 
where, and even though the dealers have ordered 
a large number, these have mostly been sold 
before they arrive. The Oregon Y. C. and 
Portland Rowing Club arc the principal canoe 
clubs of Portland. The Seattle Y. C. and 
Seattle Rowing and Canoe clubs, Tacoma Y. 
C., Victoria Y. C. and Vancouver Y. C. are the 
principal clubs interested in canoeing, and an 
effort is being made to unite them into some 
sort of an association similar to the A. C. A. 
I11 conclusion I might say that the members 
of all the above organizations extend a hearty 
invitation to any of our Eastern canoeists to 
come out here and see for themselves what a 
grand place we have for canoeing. 
S. S. Humphrey. 
Canoeing Down the Connecticut. 
Continued from page 646. 
Wednesday morning we made Brattleboro, 
Vt., where we went to a restaurant and our 
chief remembrance of that dinner was the 
huckleberry pie, truly the very, best we had ever 
oaten, and we had two pieces each. 
Thursday noon we crossed into Massachusetts 
and were soon speeding past the beautiful build¬ 
ings of the Moody Bible Institute at Northficld. 
As soon as we crossed the border line the price 
of milk and eggs went up with the appearance 
of mosquitoes. We had to pay six cents a quart 
for milk and thirty cents a, dozen for eggs, 
whereas we had been paying only five cents 
and twenty-five. That afternoon we struck one 
of the most beautiful spots along the whole 
river. It was called the “French King”—a great 
rock that stands up alone and solitary in the 
middle of the river like a sentinel, while on 
either side rushes and swirls the water down a 
very steep incline, which proved to be the 
worst rapids we had come to. The girls were 
timid about going through them and so walked 
ABOUT TO ENTER THE LOG DRIFT AT NORTHAMPTON. 
along the bank, while Bert and Billy (being 
the lightest in weight of the boys) each put on 
a life-preserver, although good swimmers, and 
took the canoes down one at a time safely 
enough, although at rather great risk. Then 
came a grand bit of scenery, which was truly 
awe-inspiring, for the river had cut its wiay 
down through a narrow gorge between the 
mountains. On both sides towered aloft 
majestic walls of solid rock, and on top of these 
appealed the dark outlines of masses of cedars. 
The everchanging scenery of the river was par¬ 
ticularly beautiful along this whole stretch from 
the French King as far as Turner’s Falls, a 
distance of some six or seven miles. At one 
time the banks were steep and rocky, with 
springs gushing forth and streams trickling 
down, with here and there patches of light green 
ferns or masses of dark green cedars appearing. 
Then again the scenery would shift. The deep 
waters of. the river would turn from a jet black 
to a lighter blue as the river widened, while 
the low-lying banks were lined with graceful 
willow trees, their light foliage showing pale 
yellow by contrast. 
Just as we were about to dock at Turner’s 
Falls the next morning (Friday) we met a group 
of boys having a grand time in one of the 
logging-boats. There were fourteen of them, 
six on either side, four of them having oars, 
and one at each end with a big oar ready to do 
the steering. Of course we got a picture of 
them and they looked as tickled as Punch at 
being taken. Here we had our second carry, 
THE COOK. 
being obliged to put our canoes and baggage 
on a wagon and haul them along the bank about 
three miles to Montague City. This was on 
account of the rapids below Turner’s Falls. 
Here we had out first experience with the logs, 
which came bumping and tearing down with the 
current, now catching a side eddy and turning 
backward, now being caught in a mass on some 
projecting point of land or rocky shallow in 
the river bed. In and out among them we 
wended our way safely (watched by many small 
boys along the bank or jumping from one log 
to another in their bathing suits) and by mis¬ 
take slipped up the Deerfield River, taking the 
wrong fork, as the Connecticut makes rather a 
sharp bend here. However, we found out our 
mistake when we discovered that we were 
paddling against the current, instead of traveling 
with it, as usual. Just below here between 
some wedged-in logs we ate our luncheon with¬ 
out getting out of the boats, so as to save time, 
for we had plenty of milk, hard boiled eggs, 
bread-and-butter and cucumbers ready, and by 
so doing we reached Sunderland, Mass., that 
night and there we pitched our camp right under 
the big Sugar Loaf Mountain. Lou and I left 
the others preparing on the pebbly beach of 
our little island, to send a telegram to the people 
at home, saying that we would not be home 
Saturday night, as we had at first- expected, as 
we were having too- good a time to leave, and 
then we had not nearly reached our intended 
destination. Going up to the town, clad in my 
old camping clothes, and swinging our two- 
quart milk pail, I must have presented rather an 
uncouth appearance. At any rate, as I marched 
through the corridors of the Mt. Toby House, a 
very fine hotel situated there, I felt that all eyes 
were directed at me with rather a suspicious 
look. Walking up to the desk, I asked the 
clerk if I might send a telegram from there. 
“No,” he replied, in rather a gruff voice, “you 
will have to go down to- Greenfield, seven miles 
below here.” I was about to turn away, when a 
very gentlemanly looking man stepped up to 
me and said, “What you want to do. is to tele¬ 
phone your message down to the operator at 
Greenfield, and he will send it for you.” I 
thanked him, and putting my hand in my nocket, 
I found I had nothing but a ten-dollar bill. The. 
telephone was a slot machine, and I required 
the right change to put in the receiver. Walk¬ 
ing over to the desk, I asked the clerk if he 
could change the bill for me. He seemed sur¬ 
prised at my request and his manner very 
noticeably changed, for he was all attention, 
asking me if 1 were a traveling man. “Yes,” I 
replied, “traveling down the Connecticut, from 
Windsor to Holyoke with a party of friends.” 
Returning, I met with another delightful ex¬ 
perience, one of the pleasant incidents that stand 
out in the memory of that trip. Calling at one 
of the farm-houses to get the supply of milk, a 
gray-haired motherly-looking woman came to 
the door. When I told her my mission, and ex¬ 
plained that I belonged to a party of campers 
on the river, she was the very personification of 
kindness, taking me out into her garden, loading 
me down with apples, cucumbers, lettuce, and 
then into the house for the bread and milk. 
When I offered tb pay for the things, she re- 
fused to take even a fair remuneration, merely 
charging a nominal sum for the bread and milk, 
and saying, in answer to my look of surprise, 
that she had two boys of her own who would 
probably go camping some day and she liked 
to think that they would be treated in the same 
way. 
[to be concluded.] 
A. C. A. Membership. 
new members proposed. 
Central Division.—Arthur Graf, Wilkinsburg, 
Pa., by C. W. Reamer; L. V. J ones, Rome, N. 
Y., by D- A. Hollister; Edgar W. Hadden, Wil¬ 
kinsburg, Pa.; Arthur PI. Masters, Pittsburg, 
Pa., and Charles A. Doane, East Pittsburg, Pa., 
all by H. D. James. 
Eastern Division.-—Silvanus Smith, Roslindale, 
Mass.; Henry C. Kingman, Dorchester, Mass., , 
and Thos. C. Daly, Roxbury, Mass., all by J. 
R. Robertson. j 
NEW MEMBERS ELECTED. 
Atlantic Division.—5479, Geo. W. Kuchler, Jr., 
New Rochelle, N. Y. 
Central Division.—5480, Charles A. Searing, 
Pittsburg, Pa.; 5481, Louis H. Flanders, Edge- 1 
wood Park, Pa,; 5482, Fred PI. Sites, Pittsburg, 
Pa.; 5483, Win. H. Thompson, Wheeling, W. 
Va.; 5484, P'rank N. Speller, Pittsburg, Pa.; 
5485, Otto S. Schairer, Edgewood, Pa.; 5486, 
William S. Reich, Pittsburg, Pa.; 5487, Josiah 
THREE TIRED ONES AT HOLYOKE. 
L. Merrill, Pittsburg, Pa.; 5488, James Hastings, 
Wilkinsburg, Pa.; 5489. Donald P. Falconer, 
New Castle, Pa.; 5490. S. M. Dudley, Wilkins¬ 
burg, Pa.; $491, Phillip L. Crittendeff, Edge- 
wood, Pa.; 5492, Harris C. Allen, Pittsburg, Pa.; 
5493, Louis B. Chubbuck, Wilkinsburg, Pa. 
Eastern Division.—5475, Albert H. Crafts, W. 
Manchester, N. H.; 5476, Edgar F. Garland, 
Providence, R. I.; 5494, F. Patten Willard, 
Salem, Mass. 
Western Division.—5477. Elisha Morgan. High¬ 
land Park, Ill.; 5478, Richard W- Hawkins, 
Highland Park, Ill. 
APPLICANT FOR REINSTATEMENT. 
Central Division.—E. J. Boiler. 
