FOREST AND STREAM. 
[July 30, 1910. 
SMOKELESS I 
WON S 
THE EASTERN HANDICAP I 
At Philadelphia, July 21, 1910. ^ 
C. H. NEWCOMB, of Philadelphia, - - - - 97 ex 100, from 19 yards H 
D. D. ENGLE, of New York, - - 97 ex 100, from 17 yards g 
Mr. Newcomb won on the shoot-off 
THE PRELIMINARY HANDICAP I 
— WON BY — 
GEO. E. DIM MOCK, of Yale University, - - - 97 ex 100, from 16 yards B 
HIGH SCORE ON ALL TARGETS IN THE PROGRAM jj 
F. G. BILLS, of Chicago, - - - - - 576 ex 600, Average 96 per cent. 
- — — —--——— H 
All the gentlemen named use 
DUPONT SMOKELESS s 
“THE POWDER THAT MAKES AND BREAKS RECORDS ” B 
rendered them unfit for further able-bodied 
labor. 
We followed the rough trail along the north 
bank of Cold River—but afterward discovered 
we should have followed the tote-road—and had 
proceeded only a few miles before the trail 
faded away in heavy timber slashings. Deer 
runways crossed our path in every direction 
and added to the difficulty of keeping the right 
course. Blazed trees had been cut for lumber, 
thus obscuring the thread of the trail and 
finally we became tangled in a great flow along 
the river flats. This was a veritable trap, a 
maze of fallen trees, limbs and roots. It is a 
gymnastic feat to walk a swaying tree trunk 
or jump from one to another with a pack 
basket on your back and the possibility of a 
mud bath if you miss. We managed to extri¬ 
cate ourselves and get into a clump of green 
timber just as it became too dark to make 
further progress. With the aid of our candle 
lantern, balsam boughs were cut for bunks. 
Hunger was unusually poignant that night, and 
it was about eight o’clock before we received 
that sweet, olfactory announcement that supper 
was about to arrive. At this juncture our sys¬ 
tems were terribly shocked by the fact that 
some one—I won’t say who—upset the bacon 
in the fire and a moment later tipped over the 
teapot. This diversion of the cook’s was sup- 
plemened by some ripe profanity and fine im¬ 
patience until things were ready and then— 
well, nothing so ravenous has ensued on the 
banks of Cold River before or since. 
We were awakened the next morning by the 
scream of the swift pinioned raven as it cleaved 
the air above us. Fresh deer tracks were 
found, showing that our camp had been visited 
during the night. We proceeded down the 
river to the dam where the tote-road was fol¬ 
lowed to Shatttick Clearing. Night was spent 
there at an abandoned lumber camp in which 
we found a sack of potatoes left by some camp¬ 
ers, which proved a valuable addition to our de¬ 
pleted commissariat. Cold River has been prac¬ 
tically ruined as a trout stream by the lumber¬ 
men who use it for the purpose of making their 
log drives. Logs are floated into the dams 
and in the spring water and logs are released, 
allowing the contents of the dams to sweep 
through the valley in a great avalanche, which 
gouges out the creek bed and destroys the 
natural habitat of all fish. It is interesting to 
note how breakwaters have been constructed 
and boulders blasted from the river bed to pre¬ 
vent jams, thus facilitating the log flow. 
We reached the foot of Long Lake and re¬ 
sumed our canoe trip. It seemed good to again 
grasp the paddles and rest on a comfortable 
seat. At the village of Long Lake we pur¬ 
chased a supply of eatables and remained over 
Sunday. While at this hamlet I climbed 
Sabattis Mountain and witnessed the progress 
of a hail and snow storm. It finally swept 
across the mountain and caused us to take 
shelter under the thick matted growth of small 
spruce trees which provided a fairly good pro¬ 
tection against the fury of the elements. After 
this experience, it is easy to understand the 
security the ruffed grouse find in such coverts. 
At the head of Long Lake we entered 
Raquette River and soon reached Buttermilk 
Falls. There are three obvious carries to be 
made up this stream to Forked Lake—the last 
is about a mile. We had a very excellent din¬ 
ner at the Norwood Manufacturing Company’s 
ramp, and then paddled down the east shore of 
Forked Lake to Whitney Landing. A short 
carry brought us to Raquette Lake, the most 
dangerous body of water in the Adirondacks 
for canoeists. There are no large mountains in 
the immediate vicinity of Raquette Lake, and 
this comparatively flat country gives the wind 
full sweep into Outlet Bay, where, after some 
hesitation, we began the trying cruise up the 
lake. We urged our canoe straight into the 
wind. The waves were tumbling at a tremend¬ 
ous height, and at times it looked as if the trip 
would have to be abandoned until the squall 
abated; but by hugging the east shore, danger¬ 
ous in rough weather on account of the jagged 
boulders corrugating the lake bottom, and 
which, often uncovered in a storm, threaten 
the demolition of a canoe as it lurches from the 
crest of the waves, we succeeded in rounding 
a promontory at the mouth of the bay, where 
the water was not so rough. Here a landing 
was made, the boat bailed out and bearings 
taken, our topographical maps having been left 
at Long Lake. We arrived at the Raquette 
Lake House about dusk, tired and hungry. An 
unkind fate pursued us, exemplified by the favt 
that the first thing attracting our attention was 
a Pullman car with its name blazoned in large 
gold letters, and those letters spelled “Hun¬ 
gary.” This was adding excruciation to our 
already famished condition. 
We remained at the Raquette Lake House 
two days. During that time Blue Mountain 
Lake was visited and the exploration of Blue 
Mountain undertaken Looking down upon the 
lake one sees a remarkably beautiful sheet of 
silver, strewn with many gracefully arranged 
islands of green. It seemed to me to be the 
most beautiful lake scene we had witnessed. 
The quaint railroad cars and engine plying 
across the Marion River Carry is always an 
object of interest to visitors en route between 
Raciuette and Blue Mountain Lakes. 
We were fortunate in being treated to one of 
those famous Raquette Lake sunsets while re¬ 
turning to the hotel bv steamboat. Twilight 
had come from the west with her marvelous 
