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FOREST AND STREAM. 
Hartford Y. C. Club Cruise. 
The Hartford Y. C. cruise will be held Aug. 
3 to 12 - Cruising to the westward as far as 
Larchmont and eastward to Block Island. 
This cruise is for power and sail boats, and is 
on fairly sheltered water on account of the 
small boats. All boats will be divided into 
classes for racing from port to port. Prizes 
will be offered in each class for each day’s run, 
no boat to receive over two first prizes on the 
cruise. 
The sail and power boat winning the highest 
number of points in each division will receive 
the cruising prize. 
The itinerary of the cruise, wind and tide per¬ 
mitting: 
Monday, Aug. 3—Fenwick to Morris Cove. 
Race. 
Tuesday, Aug. 4—Morris Cove to North Port. 
Race. 
Wednesday, Aug. 5—North Port to Larch¬ 
mont. Race. 
Thursday, Aug. 6—Larchmont to Oyster Bay. 
Race. 
Friday, Aug. 7—Oyster Bay to Sachem’s 
Head. Race 
Saturday, Aug. 8—Sachem’s Head to Shelter 
Island. Race. 
Sunday, Aug. 9—At Shelter Island. Rest. 
Monday, Aug. 10—Shelter Island to Block 
Island. Race. 
Tuesday, Aug. 11—Block Island to Stoning- 
ton. Race. 
Wednesday, Aug. 12—Stonington to Fen¬ 
wick. Race. 
Viator. 
Tiif. handsome motor yacht. Viator, shown in 
accompanying illustration, was launched from 
the yard of her builders, Lawley & Sons, Bos¬ 
ton, on May 26. She makes a shippy looking 
little yacht under way, and her designers, Cox 
& Stevens, of New York, are to be congratu¬ 
lated on the appearance of Viator. It is not an 
easy matter to combine the turtle deck forward 
of an ocean liner, the midship arrangement of 
a yacht and a sea-going yacht’s stern and make 
all harmonious to the eye; but in Viator it has 
been done. 
The yacht is 90ft. over all, 86ft. on the water¬ 
line, 14ft. 6in. beam and has a draft of 6ft. She 
is very substantially built of wooden construc¬ 
tion, the keel being 7in. sided, the frame doubled 
of oak 3m. by 3111. amidships and single at the 
ends. The planking is 2in. yellow pine, with a 
deck of ij^in. white pine. 
Her engine is a ioo-horsepower Standard 
gasolene motor with automatic air starting de¬ 
vice. She is lighted with electricity and has 
every modern convenience with an exception¬ 
ally commodious and well laid out interior. She 
has a cruising speed of about 10 miles an hour, 
and her owner, Mr. Merrill Hunt, of Boston, is 
well satisfied with his boat. 
Yacht Sales. 
The 30ft. waterline sloop Quakeress II., 
owned by Alfred C. Harrison, of Philadelphia, 
has been sold to Edward Lovering, of Taunton. 
Mass., through the Hollis Burgess Yacht 
Agency. The Quakeress II. is one of the 
Buzzards Bay 30ft. class, and was built by the 
Herreshoff Mfg. Co., and is a very fine example 
of the combination of the cruising and racing 
class. 
1 ’he 18ft. sloop Silence, owned by Walter 
Burgess, of Boston, has been sold to Francis S. 
Lippitt, of Rochester, N. Y., through the 
Hollis Burgess Yacht Agency. The Silence is 
well known as a very fine single-hander, and 
has cruised from Boston to Canada. 
The well-known racing sloop Dorel, owned 
by Dr. James J. Minot, of Boston, has been 
chartered to John P. Hart, of Boston, through 
the Hollis Burgess Yacht Agency, and will be 
used on the South Shore until Aug. 1. 
Sailors in Port. 
Concluded from page 98G. 
We were afraid to show ourselves over the 
cliff for fear the police might be looking for us. 
Charlie had told us the night we left that 
F' * lac * te *egraphed to Iquique, a city south 
of Caleta Buena, for a new crew, and said that 
by the time we reached Pisauga the W. would 
have sailed. Nevertheless, we laid low until the 
sun had set behind the western sea line, and 
things began to get dusky in the fading daylight. 
I hen, in single file, we started down the narrow 
shelf-like ledge that formed the path; so nar¬ 
row and steep was it in places that I dreaded 
to pass one foot around the other in stepping, 
J°r fear the movement would overbalance my 
body and send me crashing through the roof 
of one of the huts below. We had to lean in 
against the cliff and keep our weight in away 
from the edge, sometimes feeling along the 
wall with our hands. But we reached the bottom 
safely, and running down the incline at the base, 
found ourselves walking into the city. As we 
came into the populated part we noticed a 
Chilano across the street that appeared to be 
following us. and when we stopped on a corner 
while Joe rubbed up his memory as to the loca¬ 
tion of the saloon kept by Antone, he crossed 
over and asked us where we wanted to go. 
“None of your business,” we replied; “we 
know where we’re going.” 
He followed us, however, until we found 
Antone’s saloon and stepped inside. What be¬ 
came of him then I did not know. I lost track 
of him in the crowd, for there were several 
people sitting around in the saloon at tables 
and a continual string of people kept passing 
the door. His dogging of our footsteps made 
me uneasy, however, and I was glad enough 
when Antone, a heavy, dark-whiskered man, 
made his appearance and read the note Joe 
handed him. 
T suppose you fellows are hungry,” he said. 
“Sit down and I’ll get you a bite to eat.” 
So we sat down to> a table where there were 
four chairs and waited. All hands were glad 
that hot tramp was over and looked forward in 
a happy frame of mind to a good bunk for the 
night, at least a couple of days ashore and 
ultimately shipping on some coaster bound for 
California. In. a few minutes a waiter brought 
in a platter with the remains of a good-sized 
boiled fish on it and gave us plates and things 
to eat with. As I did not care particularly for 
fish, I devoted my time to filling up on bread 
and butter. On a butter plate in the center of 
the table I noticed something I finally concluded 
were the kernels of some kind of nut unknown 
to me. I had a particular fondness for all kinds 
of nuts, and those four round things, about the 
size of a hazel nut shell, looked a good, tempt¬ 
ing mouthful. So I shoved one into my mouth 
and bit bravely into it. But, “Holy mackerel!” 
I exclaimed. My mouth seemed on fire, my 
tongue puckered up and the water ran in 
streams out of my eyes. I thought I should 
never get the sting out of my mouth and 
swallowed several glasses of water, endeavor- 
ing to quench the fire that seemed to be scald¬ 
ing inside. It was a Chilano pepper, the hottest 
[June 27, 1908. 
thing that grows, and not a nut I had bitten 
into. 
When we had finished eating Antone said to 
follow him and he would show us to a place 
where we could sleep. “For,” said he, “I sup¬ 
pose you are pretty tired after your walk.” 
We certainly were tired and sleepy, having 
been awake most of the last two nights and 
looked eagerly forward to a good night’s rest. 
He led us across the street and up a side street 
to a small cigar store also owned by him, and 
here we sat on benches jn the front of it while 
he, as we supposed, went to prepare a place for 
us to sleep. As a fact, he must have gone 
around the corner and notified the captain of 
the police, for as we sat waiting a fat little man, 
dressed in black, stepped into the store and 
sized us up. Then he jabbered some -Spanish, 
and I noticed through the open doorway a 
crowd was beginning to collect outside. 
“What in thunder is worrying him. Joe?” I 
asked, turning to Joe, who sat next to me on a 
bench. “What does he want, a crew?” 1 
thought he was the captain of some ship in the 
bay, and was just thinking well of Antone for 
getting us a ship so quickly, when in marched 
a file of soldiers with muskets and fixed 
bayonets. 1 hey blockaded the door and then 
came in and lined up two alongside each one of 
us Oh! wasn’t I mad; I could have stuck my 
knife into Antone at sight. But he never 
showed up. The pot-bellied little fellow in black 
then referred to a paper lie held in his hand 
and said, “Cinco marinero! Bark Americano! 
Caleta Buena! Vamoose!” accompanying the 
last word with a wave of his hand for us to get 
out. I he soldiers made us rise and march with 
them around the block to the police barracks. 
We made quite a procession, as with our guards 
and a large crowd of natives that had been at¬ 
tracted by the sight of the “Gringos.” We 
tramped down the street with our footsteps 
echoing on the hard stones in the still night air. 
In through an arch way to an open court yard 
wc went, and were put into a room, across the 
way from which was the little gentleman in 
black and several uniformed officers sitting 
down to their desks in an opposite room. Then 
one at a time, we were taken before these 
officials and our knives were taken from us. 
Albert had a fine tortoise shell match box and 
this they tried to get from him, but after nearly 
coming to blows over it, they decided to let 
him keep it. 
One thing I noticed in Chili was the terror 
the name “Americano” seemed to create in the 
natives. At the mole in Valparaiso the cry 
“Americano” raised by one of the natives 1 
caused the rest to scatter like sheep and make 
way for the dreaded Gringos. 
Back in the country it was different: to say 
you were an American- there was to insure a 
knife in your back, so I, during our walk passed 
off as an Englishman. Flere, as we stood, a 
dusty-looking group, with the rabble trying to 
get a look at us through the windows and bar¬ 
ricaded doors, we heard all kinds of expressions 
that, by their tones and the gestures of the 
speakers, showed in what dread Americans were 
held. You would think we were a lot of gorillas, 
and even the guards, armed to the teeth as they 
VIATOR, 
