786 FOREST AND STREAM. [May 16. 1908. 
the cable. But everything remained quiet aft, 
and one after another we lowered the bags down 
to the men in the boat on the end of a jib 
down-haul. Joe and I were doing this part 
of the job, while Hans and Albert brought the 
bags from the fo’castle, until only Bill’s fine, 
camphor-wood chest remained, and that he had 
not even tied up. He acted as if he did not 
want to go, now that the time had come, and 
Joe nearly lost his patience with him, for the 
men in the boat were getting restless. But he 
finally went into the fo’castle to tie it up with 
several fathoms' of a new jib down-haul he 
maliciously cut off. 
“Be sure and wrap your blanket around it, so 
it won’t make a noise, Bill,” I said. 
So after some delay they passed the chest 
along; but instead of wrapping the blanket 
around the chest, he had it folded to protect 
the cover only. The result was, it made a great 
clatter that brought out another volley of oaths 
from the Spaniards. Then one by one we 
dropped from the martingales into the boat. I 
was the last to get in, and watching my chance 
when the boat rose on a sea, I dropped and 
landed up in the bows of the craft, a long, 
narrow, clinker-built boat loaded down with six 
clothes bags and nine men in all. 
High above us loomed the bluff bows of the 
bark, and keeping her end on, the rowers pulled 
softly out to sea, until the haze almost hid her 
from view; then they bent their backs with a 
will and sent the phosphorescence buzzing past 
in eddies of fire. I thought we were bound up 
the coast at first, but noticed, after a while, the 
boat was making a gradual curve, so as to 
bring her in toward the shore. Once under its 
shadows we were safe, the gloom there being 
as black as night—so black, our rowers had to 
stop every little while and listen for the wash 
of the sea on the rocks. I was alone, up in 
the bows, so could not ask what they meant by 
rowing for the shore, but I was anxious to 
know why they had changed their plans and did 
not row on to Pisagua. Joe and the rest of the 
crowd were aft and probably knew what they 
were up to. 
The first thing I knew, the rowers stopped and 
backed the boat around in toward the rocks. I 
did not think it was possible to land, the seas 
were breaking so. swirling about in dangerous 
whirlpools and eddies; but it seemed they were 
in back of a large rock that broke the force of 
the sea, and here, as the stern of the boat rose, 
the men jumped ashore one after another. Old 
Bill, of course, slipped and went in up to his 
waist, when a Spaniard grabbed him and hauled 
him up on the steep slope of the rocks. 
Then I climbed over the thwarts to the stern 
of the boat and tossed the bags ashore, to be 
caught by those on the rocks. It was all I 
could do to heave those big, heavy bags clear 
of the short space of water between the rocks 
and the stern of the boat, but I got them all 
over safely, and then laid hold of Bill’s chest. 
Of course, it was upside down, and when I 
picked it up, out poured a multitude of trinkets. 
Then it was my turn to cuss, and as I hurriedly 
stuffed the things back, I thought nothing 
would give me more satisfaction than to punch 
old Bill’s stupid head. But I got it ashore, and 
watching my chance when the stern of the boat 
rose, I gave a leap and landed on the rock, into 
the arms of Joe and the runner, Charlie. 
What became of the boat we never found out, 
for there was no time to be lost, and the 
Spaniards showed us a crevice in the rocks 
about a hundred yards from where we landed, 
where there was a level strip of sandy beach. 
Then they left us with instructions to bring all 
our bags on. to this place, while they went 
ahead to see if the coast was clear. 
The rocks were sharp and rugged, and in the 
darkness we could not see where we were 
stepping. But shouldering our bags, we set out 
for the crevice. Joe and I were in the lead, and 
thought we were traveling the same road as 
before.. The rocks s.emed stepper, but I sup¬ 
posed it was imagination on my part, due to the 
heavy bag I had on my shoulder. Joe stumbled 
and swore as we climbed along or went on our 
hands and knees dragging the bags after us, for 
in places the rocks sloped down to the sea, so 
nothing but a goat could walk there. 
I was picking my way along in the darkness, 
when suddenly I heard what sounded like a 
young landslide coming down the rocks at me, 
and Joe, who had taken a higher route than I, 
landed bag and baggage at my feet and nearly 
sent the two of ns into the sea. He was so 
mad. he sat rubbing his shins and swearing in 
Dutch, the meaning of which, of course, I could 
not understand. 
We did not know what had become, of the 
others—we were all lost in the darkness; but 
after a hard stumbling climb we found the 
crevice and were glad to sit down and rest. 
Then Hans came shuffling along with a clothes 
bag as big as himself, and we heard Albert at a 
distance calling. We kept shouting to him, and 
guided by our voices, he also found the crevice. 
Joe struck a match to light his pipe, and by 
its light I noticed both knees of his breeches 
were cut from falls on the rocks. Bill did not 
show up at all; we shouted and waited some time 
for him, and then all scattered to look for him. 
When I got back after a fruitless search up the 
rocks. I found him sitting on the bags smoking, 
with Joe giving him a lecture. 
“Where’d you find him, Joe?” I asked. 
“Sitting down smoking right alongside here.” 
“Didn't you hear us shouting. Bill?” I asked 
But he sat puffing at his pipe in moody silence, 
not a word of reply did he make, or even so 
much as raise his head. 
“I guess he’s sorry dot he come,” said Joe. 
“I vish he’d never come; he’s a nuisance.” And 
then when Hans and Albert came in, Bill would 
not answer their questions either. 
“You’d better go back aboard; we don’t want 
no such mops as ye a-draggin’ on us,” remarked 
Hans, and then we all sat in silence, with only 
the glow of the two pipes visible as the. smokers 
puffed on them. 
I began to think the undertaking would prove 
a failure. In the first place, Charlie did not 
take us up the coast as he agreed to do. Then 
again, he and the other man had gone off and 
left us. and there was no telling what treachery 
they might be up to. They were not breaking 
the rules of the port for the fun of it, but for 
some gain, and who was to furnish this gain 
(unless it was ourselves), I could not imagine. 
I was almost tempted to shoulder my bag and 
clear out by myself before the Spaniards re¬ 
turned; but the steep mountains on all sides 
showed me how foolish such an attempt would 
be. so I decided to stay with the crowd. 
Joe, in looking over the bags for his, noticed 
there was no chest there. 
“Where’s your chest, Bill?” he asked; and 
then we found out what Bill was mad at. He 
was mad because none of us would leave our 
own bags to help him carry his chest. We 
thought he could carry it himself; but as soon 
as we found it was back where we landed, 
Hans and Albert went after it. 
[to be continued.1 
CANOEISTS AT SUPPER. 
Boats Fitting Out. 
It is quite a pleasure to find one yacht yarc 
where every one is not talking poverty am 
where nearly every yacht hauled out is ex 
pected to be put afloat this summer, and thai 
yard is Abrams’, at Cold Spring Harbor. 
Bright paint and freshly varnished deck 
houses and spars are all about one. A few o; 
those fitting out are the New York 25-footen 
Carlita and Goldenrod; sloops—Mirth, Satinata 
My Lady, Adeltha: yawls—Toredore, Cleona 
Swirl, Zivah; launches Aida, Thais, Wanda 
Cossette and the houseboat Chetola. 
There is building for Mr. Henry C. Pearson 
of New York, at Friendship, Me., from the 
designs of Mr. Morgan Barney, a power boat 
for extended cruising purposes. She is 45ft. 
over all, 42ft. on the waterline and lift. beam. 
She will be fitted with a Standard motor oi 
eighteen horsepower. The owner will have very 
comfortable quarters, including a double state¬ 
room aft, while the crew will be forward. Mr. 
Pearson will pass the summer cruising along 
the coast of New England. Two seasons ago 
Mr. Barney designed the 40ft. power boat Por- 
tunus for Mr. Pearson, and she proved a great 
success. 
»t * *: 
The following appointments are announced 
by Frank Jay Gould. Commodore S. C. Y. C., 
to take effect May 7, 1908: Franklin A.i 
Plummer. Fleet Captain; Rev. G. R. Van De 
Water. Fleet Chaplain; Homer Gibney, M.D., 
Fleet Surgeon; Francis G. Stewart, Signal 
Officer. 
« « « 
It is reported that Mr. M. B. Pendas has 
bought the Bar Harbor 25-footer Redwing. 
This will add considerable to the interest in the 
handicap class racing this year, the Redwing, 
Fearless and Tanya all being in one class. 
Canoeing. 
A. C. A. Fixtures. 
May 16-17.—Atlantic Division Cruise.—Hackensack 
River. 
May 29-31.—Eastern Division Racing Meet.—Horn Pond, 
Woburn, Mass. 
May 30-31.—Atlantic Division Cruise.—Delaware River. 
June 13-14.—Atlantic Division Cruise.'—Rancocas Creek. 
July 10-24.—Western Division Camp.—Spring Lake, 
Grand Haven, Mich. 
July 11-19.—Atlantic Division Camp. — Plum Point, 
Cornwall-on-Hudson, N. V. 
-.—Central Division Cruise and Camp.—Alle¬ 
gheny River. 
Aug. 7-21.—A. C. A. Camp.—Sugar Island, St. Lawrence 
River. 
Sept. 5-7.—Atlantic Division Camp.—Hermit Point, Hud¬ 
son River. 
- —.—Central Division Cruise and Camp.— 
Allegheny River. 
HOW TO JOIN THE A. C. A. 
Article III. of Constitution.—Membership.—Any gen¬ 
tleman over the age of eighteen, and a competent swim¬ 
mer. may become an active member of this Association 
fourteen (14) days after his application has been an¬ 
nounced by the treasurer in one of the official organs 
of the Association, and approved, as provided. 
(Note: Forest and Stream is the official organ.) 
Chapter I. of By-Laws—Membership.—Sec. 1. Applica¬ 
tion for membership shall be made to the treasurer, and 
shall be accompanied by the recommendation of an 
active member and by the sum of two dollars, one dollar 
as entrance fee and one dollar as dues for the current 
year, to be refunded in’ case of non-electioa of the ap¬ 
plicant. 
Treasurer—S. B. Burnham, Box 23, Providence, R. I. 1 
Officers of the Divisions and secretaries of the various 
clubs are requested to forward dates chosen for camps, 
cruises, club openings, regattas, and other items of 
interest for publication. The selection of dates well in 
advance may prevent clashing at times. 
A. C. A. Membership. 
NEW MEMBERS PROPOSED. 
Atlantic Division—Frank D. Cure, 55 Over¬ 
look Ave., Belleville, N. J., by Frederic Andreas. 
Eastern Division—Edward T. Erickson, 30 
Pearl Ave., Arlington, Mass., by Arthur G. 
Mather. 
