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 A hit of Bermuda. 
 
 A Maval Demonstj^ation. 
 
 Jubilee Yacht Racing . 
 
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 The Unbeaten Fifteen. 
 
 A Cricket Carnival. 
 
 Tales of Wai/side Inns. 
 
 Canoeing in Cape Breton. 
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 The Admiral and the Lieutenant (Anon) . 
 Queerhoroufjh. s Banliruptoy . 
 
 Stream Driving in Jfew Brunswich. 
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 ST. JOHN, N. B. 
 J. & A. McMillan, 98 Princi-: William Street 
 
 1888. 
 
NOTE. 
 
 Some of the following- Sketches and Reports have already ap- 
 peared in the Chronicfe and Herald newspapers, of HaHfax, N. S. 
 I have reproduced them free from material alteration or addition 
 thereto, although, in the compilation of my Log-Hook, the temptation 
 to correct and revise was great. 
 
 The contents of "A Landsman's Log-Book " may not wear the 
 freshness of novehy, but they may enable readers to realize again 
 the scenes of the past. 
 
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 Entered'accordlng to Act of Parliament of Canada, in the Year 1888, 
 
 By JOHN T. P. KNIGHT, 
 
 In the Office of the Minister of Agriculture at Ottawa. 
 
TABLE OF CONTENTS. 
 
 A Bit of Bermuda, 
 
 The Naval Demonstration, 
 
 Yachting — 
 
 A Glorious Race for the Lieut. Governor's Cup, 
 
 Contest between the "Galatea" and "Dauntless," 
 
 The "Galatea" wins the One Thousand Dollar Jubilee Cup, 
 
 Football— Wanderers vs. Navy, 
 
 The Wanderers' Cricket Tour, 
 
 The Commercial Pilgrim, 
 
 The Judge and the Journalist, 
 
 Lumbering in New Brunswick, 
 
 The Cape Breton Lakes, 
 
 The Admiral and the Lieutenant, 
 
 Queerborough's Bankruptcy, 
 
 Memories, 
 
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 68 
 
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PREFATORY. 
 
 How calm and quiet a delight 
 
 It is alone 
 To read, and meditate, and write, 
 lly none offended, nor offending none; 
 To walk, ride, sit, or sleep at one's own ease, 
 And pleasing a man's self, none other to displease. 
 
 — Cotton. 
 
 I HAVE seen it somewhere written that to a person whose ajje extends beyond 
 
 the period of youth, a retrospect of his early connections and friendships can- 
 not but suggest melancholy and mournful reflections. To clip from newspapers 
 and magazines the following reports and sketches of what were at one time cur- 
 rent events; to read, and then retouch with a loving- hand some incident of an 
 almost forgotten past, is to indulge in a retrospect oi the brightest and best period 
 of my life — the years passed in Halifax. And yet I find no suggestion of melan- 
 choly, and no trace of mournful reflection in the task I have assigned myself. 
 
 The walls of this my smoking den and study are papered with pictures calcu- 
 lated to assist my memory — and stimulate my fancy — as I write of absent friends 
 and try to pick up from tangled recollections of the past fifteen years the thread 
 of events with which tlicse pictures and photographs are inseparably connected. 
 
 These newspaper clippings, play bills, menu cards, yachting programmes, and 
 cricket fixtures, lead me into a veritable dreamland of delight. Even in the inci- 
 dents of a quiet and uneventful life may be found the material for a log-book, the 
 perusal of which, in after years, will delight not only the writer, but those of his 
 acquaintances and friends who are familiar with the places, people, and inci- 
 dents referred to therein. 
 
 It is with the hope that my acquaintances may desire to preserve some of 
 the newspaper reports of a " special correspondent," that I venture to entrust 
 my Log-Book to a friendly publisher, and, in doing so, I desire to dedicate these 
 clippings from old newspapers, etc., to a quintette of very useful members of the 
 Wanderers Amateur Athletic Club, Messrs. Black, Stewart, Stairs, Morrow, 
 and LiTHGOW, of the 1887 Committee, whose work in the interests of that club I, 
 as one of its original members, have warmly admired. 
 
 John T. P. Knight. 
 
 Woodstock, N. B., 
 
 yune, 1888. 
 
A BIT OF BERMUDA. 
 
 1AM assisted in recalling visits to the Bermudas by two or three simple 
 circumstances which writers, whose imaginations are fired by their 
 surroundings, and whose thoughts and fancies are stimulated thereby, 
 will readily understand. 
 
 The rush of water along a creek near the window of my room, and the 
 noise of the machinery of a lumber mill, recall the steady thumping of the 
 engines of the Cunard steamer Beta, the stillness of the rest of my little 
 world being unbroken save by the occasional crowing of a distant rooster. 
 The first accompaniment to my thoughts revives memories of voyages to 
 Bermuda, the second shrill clarion, as it splits the silence, transports me 
 to the verandah of the Hamilton Hotel, Bermuda, where on moonlight 
 nights I have sat wondering at the quietude of those islands out there on 
 the ocean, and have dreamed of a very different future to that which my 
 present lot promises, until some lawless, time-defying rooster, bugler to 
 the army of fowldom all over Bermuda, would disturb my reverie, and with 
 one long crow arouse a hundred echoes from as many poultry camps. 
 
 It was in 1882 that business carried me for the first time to Bermuda 
 Of the voyage to the islands, too much neglected by Nova Scotians in 
 search of recreation ground, it is not my intention to write. It has been 
 my lot during a hitherto busy life to make many journeys by land and 
 sea, and some of them have not been uneventful ; but an army of writers, 
 clever and otherwise, have described in books of travel and adventure all 
 that is apt to befall ordinary passengers. 
 
 The object of this sketch is to draw attention to what may be seen and 
 done in Bermuda. Have you, my chance acquaintances, ever read Mark 
 Twain's " Idle Excursion ? " When reading in the Bermudas the account of 
 the American humourist's visit to the islands, I realized how much of the 
 enjoyment of perusal of the same writer's " Innocents Abroad " must be 
 lost to those who have not been able to travel through Europe after the 
 fashion of the passengers of the steamer Quaker City. How much must 
 the humour and quiet satire of Mark's description of the Turkish lunch be 
 heightened for those who have partaken of such a meal, and how much 
 more crooked must that street in Damascus seem to those who have 
 
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 wandered through its mazy labyrinths, and then read the allusion to a pos- 
 sible sense of humour in that apostle who wrote of it as the street called 
 straight. 
 
 I make this reference to the " Innocents Abroad," because I feel that 
 justice has not been done to the book by those who regard it as a volume 
 of fun alone and not as a guide book to things worth seeing and also 
 remembering when doing Europe. 
 
 So, in the same way, in the pages of " An Idle Excursion," underlying 
 the humour therein, is a faithful record of what every visitor to the 
 Bermudas should see and observe closely, each in his or her own fashion, 
 during a visit to those islands of sunshine and flowers. 
 
 I find on the back of a photograph of the islands, purchased in 1882,. 
 and sent to a dear friend, these, my first recorded impressions of the 
 Bermudas : 
 
 "This view merely gives you an idea of a group of islands as you see them, 
 from the top of a high tower, and does not convey to the mind the slightest im- 
 pression of the almost marvellous colors of sea and sky, and the really eye- 
 dazzling effects of the white roads, whiter houses, brilliant plumaged birds of 
 scarlet and blue, and sweet-scented roses of every shade of pink and red. Ber- 
 muda is something more than the market garden of New York and Boston. 'Tis 
 the home of a people far removed from the cares of daily business; troubled 
 with letters only once in a fortnight ; knowing nothing of telegrams from neigh- 
 boring cities and cablegrams from abroad ; and in all the indolence begotten of 
 seclusion and sunshine, breathing an atmosphere so full of ozone (and onions, 
 when in season), that the natives live to a disgracefully old age, and a death seems 
 such a rarity that the relatives of a Bermudian who does contrive to run the risk 
 of reaching a better land usually contrive to pop the foolhardy traveller out of 
 sight 'neath the cedar trees ere his friends are able to assemble for the funeral. 
 To expire at 4 a. m. means a planting of the expired one at noon sharp. But tlie 
 place is so aggravatingly pretty that I can almost imagine a hardy Northerner 
 might in time be found longing for the pine woods, the rivers, and the grey tints 
 of Canadian scenery." 
 
 And now let me tell of the Bermudas as I first saw them after a voyage 
 of four days from Halifax, N. S. After crossing the Gulf Stream we had 
 given tweed clothing and overcoats into the custody of bedroom stewards, 
 to be stowed away until our return, and we appeared on deck in all the 
 summer glory of light clothing and straw hats. It was early morning, 
 and the sea and sky were of uniform blueness, so peculiarly beautiful that 
 I have never seen the same faithfully reproduced by any artist save my 
 
A Bir OF Bermuda. 
 
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 friend Riley, who, living in Bermuda for some years, had time to wander 
 along the southern shore, and in perfect quietude study the Bermudian 
 waters as contrasted with the grey rocks, the dull green of sage bush, 
 stunted cedar, and wild grape trees which lend to this part of the islands 
 a romantic attractiveness quite indescribable. 
 
 As I reached the deck, I saw that the steamer's bridge was occupied 
 by a burly black pilot who had boarded the vessel full twenty miles from 
 the treacherous reefs, the outer edges of which we were said to be fast 
 nearing. 
 
 Away in the hazy distance was Bermuda. Seen from the deck of a 
 vessel, on a calm, sunny morning, the clump of islands looked like a big 
 white table-cloth dropped down on the blue ocean. 
 
 I have listened to many discussions about the Bermudas. I have heard 
 them described as a pinnacle of the lost Atlantis ; as a table land of coral, 
 supported on pillars likely at any moment to be undermined by the action 
 of the waves ; as a ledge of rocks, into the crannies and crevices of which 
 enough wind-blown soil has settled to give earth room to the crops of 
 onions and tomatoes ; as a three-years' prison house for marching regi- 
 ments of the British army ; as the winter station of the North American 
 Squadron of the English fleet ; as an El Dorado for photographers. 
 
 Bermuda may be any or all of these. But these lovely islands are also 
 to tourists and occasional visitors, during the months of March, April, and 
 May, a veritable fairy-land — a region of perpetual deligh' *^o the eye, and 
 pleasure to the other senses. 
 
 Stay beside me on the deck of the Beta and look at the ever-changing 
 scene as we thread our way through the winding buoy-marked channel 
 leading into St. Georges. Nearing the coast, we can gaze down into the 
 blue water to such a denth that it would hardly surprise one to see the 
 bottom of the ocean, witn its wealth of coral caves and marine plants, and 
 the mermaids of song and story. And what is this ? Can anything be 
 more soothing to the senses of a Northern visitor to these Southern 
 waters, accustomed, as he is, to the grey and neutral tints of everything — 
 breezy-looking clouds, and dark, foam-tipped waves — than to behold (as 
 he rounds the first promontory of rock, with its single cedar tree silhouetted 
 in sharp outline against the cloudless background), a surface of unbroken 
 blue water, hardly rippled by the softest of summer air, and then to ob- 
 serve rising out of this wonderful water what looks, when seen from the 
 deck of a ship just entering port, like a town built out of white marble. 
 
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 And now we are alongside the quay, and a landing stage is constructed 
 by the running out of two immense beams by an army of colored men, 
 who, straddling the same, are soon engaged in planking a gangway for 
 passengers and cargo by lashing boards from beam to beam. 
 
 ii the editor of this paper would permit me to so encroach upon his 
 space, I would like to describe some of the street scenes of St. Georges — 
 the donkey cart driven by a loquacious colored lady of uncertain age but 
 no uncertain bulk, whose work in life is ihe carting of luggage to the 
 hotel ; the sun-browned subaltern, who has just strolled down to meet 
 "Jones of Ours" and condole with that poor youth upon having to put in 
 his time in such a "blasted hole" as Bermuda; the colored urchins lolling 
 about in the sun, a group of picturesque idleness carved in ebony, and 
 clothed in a little cotton and a lot of straw ; the barouche filled with happy 
 looking American tourists, who have just driven across the causeway from 
 Hamilton to "do" St. Georges after the systematic way of their sight- 
 seeing countrymen ; some foreign sailors from that Italian barque seen in 
 the stream as we entered, one of the numerous "lame ducks" driven into 
 Bermuda by stress of weather. 
 
 But I must hasten to Hamilton. For the information of any one con- 
 templating a trip to Bermuda let me here say that the tourist whose landing 
 place chances to be St. Georges cannot do better than to see St. Georges 
 before starting for the only other town, Hamilton, in reaching which, by 
 carriage, he will pass across the celebrated Causeway. 
 
 During the visitor's sojourn in St. Georges, and the ride to Hamilton, 
 he will obtain ample evidence of the historical interest attaching to the 
 Bermudas as one of the oldest of the Crown Colonies. 
 
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 What small souls editors have ? I purposed including in this article a 
 description of all the places of interest in and about Bermuda. And here 
 is the editor of the " Queerboro' Review " reminding me that his columns 
 are not a hundred yards long. 
 
 I wanted to quote Twain's description of Hamilton by night ; his refe- 
 rence to the value of the onions in the eyes of good Bermudians ; his 
 whimsical regret over his inability to pick overshoes off the india rubber 
 tree ; and the distress of his friend over the whiteness of Bermudian roads. 
 
 And then I purposed adding to the notes of "An Idle Excursion " the 
 discoveries of one who knows Bermuda better than even the observant 
 Mark Twain. 
 
A Bit of Bermuda. 
 
 Yes, but for this obdurate editor, I could grow warm again in praise of 
 the bits of Fairyland discoverable during rambles through Pembroke and 
 Warwick, the glories of the palm trees, and the "burning bush " — a tree, 
 when in full bloom, resembling a large umbrella of the most flaming red 
 tint; the view from Gibb's Hill Lighthouse, from whence one sees the 
 vast ocean in all directions, and far, far below, the small islands comprising 
 the Bermudas ; the extraordinary caves ; the once celebrated Dry Dock 
 at Ireland Island ; and the rainbow tinted angel fish, to be seen in the pond 
 at the American Consul's. 
 
 I also wanted to tell of the speedy Bermudian yachts, and of the very 
 interesting races I have witnessed between the Julia, Emerald, Namele^s^^ 
 Dauntless, Undine, and other ancient flyers. 
 
 I could have made a pen-picture of the finish of that race for a Cup 
 given by the Princess Louise during her residence at Bermuda, when, after 
 sailing the usual triangular course of 12 miles, three of the 'Mudian sloops 
 rounded the stake-boat at the finish so close together that a special com- 
 mittee had to be appointed to fjlecide " what boat won." And how yachts- 
 men the world over will whistl^ tp hear that the winning yacht of the race 
 referred to was only seventeen feet along the keel, and yet carried a forty- 
 two foot mast on the day of the race, and had her mainsail laced thereto. 
 
 However, let me, before I close my eyes upon the beauty of Bermuda, 
 recall a bit of the South Shore. Whenever my mind travels back to 
 Bermuda all other recollections of the islands and people fade away when 
 a bit of the Southern Shore, dear to artists and lovers of the beautiful, 
 passes before my mental vision. I am familiar with the coast scenery of 
 several countries, and yet, when I recall what I have seen — the white cliffs 
 of Dover, near my birth place, on the coast of Kent ; the stretches of yellow 
 sand at some seaside resorts across the English Channel ; the quaint shore 
 line of Holland ; the rocky outline of Newfoundland ; the sand hills at the 
 mouth of Chesapeake Bay, Virginia ; the really pretty bays and inlets seen 
 from Blair's coach when driving from Halifax to Mahone Bay in July — 
 all these are forgotten when that bit of Bermuda, the " South Shore," is 
 referred to. 
 
 How few are the visitors to Bermuda who, during their stay at the 
 " Hamilton " or the " Princess," discover the delightful resorts to be found 
 on the Sou|;h Shore. 
 
 On my first visit to the i'-lands, I walked from Hamilton to the spot I 
 want to describe. Leaving a lane shaded with overhanging trees, and 
 
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 fringed on either side widi oleander bushes, save where low stone walls 
 overgrown with feathered ferns and cushioned moss marked the boundary 
 of some estate, I struck a footpath through a grove of cedar trees, and, 
 skirting one of the onion patches found all over the islands, saw before me 
 a tangled growth of wild grape trees, and then a scene which no dream of 
 the tropics described in song or book of travel can ever efface. 
 
 Stretched out before us lay the sea, blue, nay, bluer than the sky above, 
 its sheeny surface free, far as the eye could reach, from sign of sail. Down 
 at the base of the rocks, twenty feet below, was a long stretch of sand, 
 upon the soft surface of which we almost expected to see traces of the 
 marvellous blueness of the surf lazily breaking at long, long intervals. 
 The air was heavy with the tropical warmth and quivering with the mur- 
 mur of the sea. As I recall the south shore of Bermuda, I sigh in sheer 
 happiness. What nests we found there ! Caves formed by the overhang- 
 ing growth of the wild grape trees shutting out some of the glaring 
 sunlight and bathing the delicious scene in a mellow shade as we lay like 
 renegades from civilized life, and with half-shut, dreamy eyes fixed on the 
 everlasting sparkle of the ocean, pulled at our pipes and regretted that we 
 could not dwell for tjver (or at least until dinner time) in such a home as 
 this bower of wild grapes on the south shore of Bermuda. Alas ! 
 
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The Naval Demonstration. 
 
 During the Summer celebration of the Jubilee at Halifax, N. S., I sought and obtained permission as corres- 
 pondent for the Morning Chronicle to view the bombardment of Halifax by a corvette and torpedo 
 boats from the deck of the former. 
 
 THE NAVAL DEMONSTRATION. 
 
 As Seen by Our Special Correspondent on Board the Attacking Corvette " Pvlades." 
 
 ^HE grey mist covering land and sea promised ill for the success of 
 yesterday morning's manoeuvres of the Navy and Royal Engineers. 
 But those who desired to see a realistic rendering of the approach 
 of a hostile fleet into our harbor must admit that the weather was suited 
 to the occasion — for no sensible enemy would choose a clear, sunshiny 
 day to steal into a harbor protected by forts, and known to be guarded by 
 lines of torpedoes and submarine mines. So much in defense of the clerk 
 of the weather for dealing out fog and coldness to our pleasure-seekers of 
 yesterday. 
 
 Your correspondent, armed with a card of introduction to Captain 
 Rolfe, of the Py lades (the smallest corvette on the North American station), 
 boarded the attacking vessel at 9 a. m. The Admiral and a few expected 
 guests from the York and Lancaster regiment had not arrived, and I had 
 ample opportunity to glean information concerning the programme of pro- 
 ceedings, and to enjoy the preparations for the part we were to play in the 
 mimic bombardment of the city and forts. Halifax looked pretty in the 
 •dull shadows of the foggy morning, and the grey horizon only served to 
 accentuate the outline of MarNab's and Georges Islands, and to throw 
 out in bold relief the martello tower, known as Meagher's Beach light- 
 house, reposing like a grim and grey sentinel of the past to remind us of 
 the harbor defences of the day when the good Queen ascended the throne, 
 iifty years ago. 
 
 About 9.20 a few launches shooting to and fro, having in tow the 
 countermining barges, told of our approaching departure, and soon after- 
 wards a few officers of the York and Lancaster stepped on board to view 
 the proceedings from the quarter-deck of the Pylades. Meanwhile the 
 Canada and flagship Bellerophon are resting calmly at anchor on the 
 waters astfern of us, and form a pretty picture with their tapering yards and 
 lofty spars cutting the cold mist curling gracefully above and around their 
 
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 black hulls. About 9.30 Captain Rolfe signalled for orders, and back flies 
 the reply from the Admiral, " Don't wait," so that we are oflf punctually on 
 our errand of destruction — for the men of the Py lades are determined, and 
 the city and its protectors are doomed. 
 
 We are off! The shrill whistle of the boatswain is followed by the 
 roar of his voice sending some order, unintelligible to a landsman, rever- 
 berating forward. A rush of barefooted blue-jackets aft, and some spare 
 cordage, etc., is stowed away, a yard braced further aft, or a gun carriage 
 slewed to a new angle. At 9.35 punctually, the signal " Prepare aloft for 
 action " makes the corvette's deck a scene of activity such as people 
 ashore can hardly picture, even when described by the brush of an artist 
 or the pen of an experienced journalist. A dozen men lower the top- 
 gallantmasts in such speedy manner that one is set wondering if the 
 Pylades has shipped a picked crew to astonish the handful of visitors on 
 her deck. 
 
 As we proceed down the harbor we pass the French warship. She is 
 en deshabille^ and does not look belligerent. It is evidently her washing 
 day, and the evidence of this peaceful pursuit flutters in rows of sailors' 
 garments from her for'ard rigging. Then we pass the antiquated Mic- 
 Mac, showing a bold bow, stern, or broadside (we can't tell which) lined 
 with people, and then the pretty St. Pierre, loaded with sightseers to watch 
 us destroy their forts and bombard the city they are leaving. A few 
 yachts are dropping down to the scene of operations, and as we approach 
 McNab's Island an occasional steam launch, or a bunch of suspicious 
 looking boats, tell of the mining operations of the enemy we scorn. And 
 all this time the harbor leadsmen, careful quarter-masters, are in the chains 
 heaving the lead to port and starboard of our good ship. On the shore 
 can be seen the hurrying forms of people on foot and in carriages moving 
 southward to points of vantage, and along the coast are small craft urging 
 their way to havens of safety from whence to view the fight. It is reassur- 
 ing, as we steam along, to hear our genial captain say, in response to the 
 query of a chubby-cheeked visitor from the Y. and L. : " We shan't return 
 their fire at once ; we maintain an ominous silence." 
 
 And it seems that we did. 
 
 After our bow was pointed threateningly toward the city, and our little 
 fleet of boats were under our protecting stern, the forts commenced to 
 belch forth flame and smoke. The Pylades steamed along in safety and 
 silence, and the occupants of her quarter-deck — soldiers and a solitary 
 
5, and back flies 
 ff punctually on 
 determined, and 
 
 Dllowed by the 
 ndsman, rever- 
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 a gun carriage 
 repare aloft for 
 such as people 
 ush of an artist 
 lower the top- 
 indering if the 
 1 of visitors on 
 
 arship. She is 
 ;ly her washing 
 rows of sailors* 
 itiquated Mic- 
 '11 which) lined 
 tseers to watch 
 iving. A few 
 s we approach 
 
 of suspicious 
 e scorn. And 
 e in the chains 
 
 On the shore 
 riages moving 
 ill craft urging 
 
 It is reassur- 
 esponse to the 
 s shan't return 
 
 , and our little 
 ommenced to 
 in safety and 
 ind a solitary 
 
 The Naval Demonstration. 
 
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 save 
 
 civilian — stood the fire of the forts nobly, and refused to go below 
 when invited. Our bugler has long since sounded " General quarters, 
 and the tars are standing to their guns, and the small arms men are in the 
 i fore and main top ready for action. God help boarders against such an 
 i active crew ! 
 
 Below York Redoubt the Pylades steamed slowly citywards, and I 
 (doubt if the guns of that fort could be depressed Sufficiently to bear upon 
 us, so near do we pass the rock-lined shore. As we pass the first mine^ 
 the men in the maintop are told to reserve their fire until specially ordered,, 
 and at this moment the deck formi) a very striking and picturesque sight, 
 as the gunners rest at their stations and the vessel's tops are known to be 
 IfuU of men. 
 
 There is an ominous stillness all around. Suddenly a launch from the 
 
 \Canada drops alongside (Why don't our trusty men aloft blaze away at 
 the visitors ?) as if to ask if we object to firing the first shot, and we don't. 
 
 [A signal gun causes evident movement of the people along the shore and 
 surrounding craft. The "cone" is hoisted to show we are under steam, 
 
 land soon Forts George and Clarence are thundering away at our devoted 
 :orvette with all the might of their heavy guns. I frequently hope they 
 ^the gunners) won't make a mistake, and repeat the Aldershoi business by 
 sending solid shot at us. We plough along unharmed, towing our flotilla 
 
 [of small craft, whose duty it will be to go ahead under cover of the smoke 
 created by broadsides from the Pylades and destroy the enemy's mines 
 
 I and make use of our torpedoes. 
 
 The Pylades is now, I presume, making it very sultry for the forts.. 
 
 [The discharge of the great guns below, and the incessant roll of the 
 
 [musketry from above where we are stationed, is simply terrific, and one 
 
 [ceases to wonder at the reputed prevalence of deafness among service gun- 
 
 lers, as each discharge rends the smoke cloud with its crash and following 
 
 Iroar, shaking the ship from stem to stern. The small arms men are not 
 
 [stinted for cartridges, and it is evidently a big day with them as they blaze 
 
 [away at the embrasures of the forts in the Tower Woods and MacNab's 
 
 Island, now sending out puff after puff of white smoke split with red 
 
 ' tongues of flame. What damage we are doing cannot be told, but in the 
 
 intervals 'tween discharges I note a thoughtful marine polishing the gun 
 
 he is tending, as if realizing the harmless nature of the conflict and the 
 
 speedy return to the peaceful pursuits of every day life in port. 
 
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 " Keep your mouth open," says Bennett, the kindly surgeon of the 
 ship, "and you won't feel the force of the shock," as the Pylades fires two 
 broadsides in succession. I try it and can recommend it to others. 
 
 " Cease firing," is sounded on the corvette, and, save for an occasional 
 gun from the forts, all is again still. The St. Pierre steams by us and 
 dispels the illusion of battle by showing her decks black with sightseers. 
 But then, 'tis said, the Shamion and Chesapeake fought in the presence of 
 a crowd of pleasure craft. 
 
 And then we thundered forth the broadsides of the day. The ordinary 
 saluting charge of three pounds of powder will not form a sufficient cloud 
 of smoke to permit our boats to sneak in unobserved, so battering charges 
 of 1 6 pounds are used. How I tremble for the safety of a bottle (of ink) 
 I had, when leaving home, left posed on the edge of my desk. Well, you 
 people ashore know what the report was like, and when I say that it 
 sounded to the writer like the firing of one mighty gun no better testimony 
 could be given to the perfection of a broadside from the Pylades. 
 
 But what are the enemy doing? At fifteen minutes past the advertised 
 time, we are waiting for the Royal Engineers to blow us into the unknown 
 world. * * * j-)q j jj^,g p Thanks to the forbearance of the 
 foemen, I can breathe. A low rumbling is lieard, and the devilish sub- 
 marine forces of the engineers are at work. White clouds of vapour steal 
 heavenward, and spiral columns of water shoot upward, reflecting the grey 
 tints from a fast clearing sky. 
 
 And during all the incessant roar of artillery, and the explosions that 
 followed, the eye occasionally rests upon the spectators on sea and shore. 
 Here a yacht, there a fleet of row boats, and farther away, under the 
 shadows of the shore, a tiny canoe with a crew of two, master and lady 
 mate, and all along the coast are signs of a moving multitude of people. 
 'Tis a sight to be remembered. 
 
 And then the bugles sound the advance for our "flotilla," and astern 
 of us all is activity and warlike preparation. The leading steam launch, 
 in charge of the torpedo lieutenant of the flagship, carries a gun in her 
 bow, and as she shoots ahead they fire, and our fore and main top men 
 keep up a rattling of musketry to cover the approach of those to whom is 
 entrusted the work of laying our counter mines. 
 
 Georges Island is now taking part in the defence of Halifax, and right 
 ahead the fort's big guns are, * * * « Goodness me, why, 
 what was that ? " Just at this moment the bottom of the ocean broke loose 
 
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 from its moorings and shook us all below. To a stranger on the Pylades 
 the shock was hardly explained by the doctor's remark that we had passed 
 " near one of the smaller mines." And now to describe the spar torpedo 
 — if I can. 
 
 The torpedo is made fast to a long spar carried on a fast steam launch. 
 The spar is outrigged by means of a jigger, and as the launch approaches 
 the vessel to be destroyed, the spar is depressed until the torpedo is under 
 the vessel. Then the gun cotton is fired, and the launch goes at full speed 
 astern to await the result of the explosion. Before the boats of the fleet 
 gave the closing exhibition with the spar torpedoes, the Pylades treated 
 spectators to the song of the siren, a steam whistle playing on some in- 
 describable windmill attachment, and making such an unearthly noise that, 
 I am credibly informed, the siren's voice, when first heard in Barbados, 
 caused the colored population to fall down and pray against the unknown 
 perils foretold by such a strange scream. 
 
 And then, when our boats have finished the experiments with the spar 
 torpedoes, our corvette steamed over the scene of the sea fight, an un- 
 doubted conqueror, having lost nothing save the ammunition fired away 
 to celebrate fifty years of government by a good and well beloved Queen. 
 So, with the topmasts down, and bowsprit and loose spars housed, the 
 attacking ship Pylades came home snug and safe as when the order rang 
 out, " Prepare aloft for action." 
 
 And did we bring no prizes ? Yes, the sub-marine mines and tor- 
 pedoes proved effective fishermen, and the scales on board the corvette 
 gave 22 pounds as the weight of one of many codfish brought in by the 
 men who manned the boats. 
 
 Once again at anchor. After a pleasant lunch on board, a shore boat 
 bears me to further jubilee entertainments, carrying very pleasant recol- 
 lections of the Pylades, her captain, officers, and crew. 
 
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 YACHTING. 
 
 A Glorious Race for the Lieut. Governor's Cup 
 
 Between the " Lknork," " Hahcia," and " Whnonah" Declakbd Off, Because One of the 
 
 "Lenoub's" Ckbw Falls Ovbkbuakd. 
 
 IN response to an invitation from the owner and designer of the Lenore, 
 your correspondent boarded that yacht on Saturday afternoon. It is 
 ' the duty of the host to condone the offences of his guest under any 
 and every circumstance. Therefore, my host will pardon me if I say that 
 no sane and experienced reporter will ever make a second attempt to 
 obtain general information of a race between eight or nine yachts from 
 such quarters as he must necessarily occupy on the Lenore. To stow 
 away below amidst racing sails, cordage, buckets, etc., is not reporting 
 from a point of 'vantage, and even Ralph Rackstraw, the " smartest top- 
 man in all the fleet," would not be able to carry notebook and pencil on 
 the deck of the racing Lenore, with four planks thereof all awash to lee- 
 ward, and nothing but air and a clean conscience as a support up to 
 windward. So before the course of last Saturday's race was half sailed 
 over, your correspondent resigned his position as a guest and became a 
 very ordinary seaman on board the sloop Lenore. 
 
 However, from some blurred notes and a good memory, I will en- 
 deavor to supply you with the promised account of Saturday's race and 
 attendant incidents as seen by me. 
 
 About 1.30 the competing yachts began to assemble off the lumber 
 yard, and, as the preparatory gun startled timid but enthusiastic and in- 
 terested spectators, the breeze seemed to answer the signal and freshened 
 into a strong westerly wind with a suspicion of southerly flaws and squalls 
 therein to bother helmsmen and keep the crews of the smaller craft look- 
 ing anxiously at bowsprits and topmasts, and on the alert for accidents. It 
 is matter for regret among yachtsmen that an accident did happen to spoil 
 what would have been one of the best finishes to one of the best races 
 ever sailed in our waters. But the crews of all the racers united at the 
 Lumber Yard in rejoicing over the rescue of an extremely popular mem- 
 ber of the squadron, and laughed at the discomfiture of possible winners 
 
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Race for the Lieutenant Governor's Cup. 
 
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 in relief at knowing that " the man overboard " from the Lenore had 
 I been picked up by that sloop's small and serviceable crew, unhurt and 
 ready for the next event advertised by the squadron. 
 
 And now let us watch the start of a race likely to be talked of among 
 lour yachtsmen for many years to come. The enthusiasm of spectators 
 Ion sea and shore was doubdess quickened by the known presence of two 
 [cutters of English build, and tonnage far superior to any of our flyers, 
 [and the possibility of one or both accompanying the race. And it added 
 not a little to the beauty of the scene when the handsome Stranger^ look- 
 ing trim and clean, as only the care of a professional crew and much 
 expenditure of hard cash can make a yacht, joined the fleet of small ones, 
 ! and, under easy canvass, and with a sprinkling of guests on her deck, 
 [sailed about in stately fashion to be gazed at and admired by those whose 
 [attention was not too closely rivetted on the struggle between the new 
 [boats of the squadron to keep within their time allowance of the Wcnonah; 
 [the plucky handling of the smaller boats, and the wonderful way in which 
 the Hebe carried her gaff"-topsail long after it ceased to be useful — so it 
 appeared to spectators. 
 
 As the time approached for the firing of the starting gun, the wind 
 [continued to gain strength, until yachtsmen ashore are said to have mut- 
 tered that squadron chestnut of " 'Tis the schooner's day." Well, I do 
 [not wish to draw a growl from the sad sea-dogs of the R. N. S. Y. S. by 
 [suggesting that this opinion of the Wenonaks sailing qualifications should 
 be shelved. That broken water and a^trong wind is not essential to speed 
 from the schooiier, is shown by her performance of yesterday, when she 
 lengthened the lead on the sloop and cutter in working the bit of smooth 
 water on the eastern shore, and even when a broken bobstay and other 
 [disasters sent her bowsprit pointing skyward and left nought but her 
 standing jib drawing, the flyers among the squadron single sticks only 
 [caught her on the final rounding of Point Pleasant buoy. 
 
 No ! The Wenonah among schooners, and the Lenore and Halicia 
 
 I among the cutters and sloops, mark a new departure in Halifax yachting, 
 
 and the new boats must be tested in all conditions of trim and weather 
 
 before a fair opinion can be formed of their speed and weatherly qualities. 
 
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 A puflf of white smoke from the Lumber Yard, and signs of excitement 
 on ours and neighboring yachts, proclaim we are off", and a few seconds 
 later the fleet is tailing out for Dartmouth cove. And then there was a 
 
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 moment when your correspondent looked wistfully at the wharves, and 
 thouj^ht how much more convenient and safe would be the foothold there. 
 But in vain I suggested to the skipper of the careening Lenorc that per- 
 haps my age, responsibilities, and unhappy yachting experience would 
 warrant my immediate departure from the ship. He smiled, the crew cast 
 an eye below, and then winked. So, in sheer desperation, I put away note 
 book and pencil, took off my only jacket, signed articles for the run out 
 and home, tried to look like one of the crew, was assigned to the pump for 
 the rest of the voyage, and did my duty there, if not to the newspaper I 
 was supposed to represent. 
 
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 As the yachts clear Georges Island, the following is seen to be the 
 order they are in : Phantom, IVcfiona/i, llcbc, Lenore, Daphne, Hildrcd, 
 Mentor, Halicia, Psyche. The schooner at once opens a lead on the 
 entire fleet, and a pretty race for the Dartmouth Cove buoy is seen to be 
 taking place between the Hebe, Lenore, and the new cutter Halicia, The 
 latter, with a large and picturesque crew on board, has dropped the Men- 
 tor, Hildred, Daphne, and Phantom with astonishing quickness, and, as 
 the buoy is neared, passes to windward of her dangerous rival, Lenore, 
 and obtains a slight lead of her and the Hebe. Meanwhile, the WeJionah's 
 crew are waving hands and shouting to the skipper of a lumping big 
 schooner sailing directly in their path to the buoy. But the captain of 
 the Harmony, of Windsor, N. S., is not in harmony with yacht-racing ; 
 doesn't know that courtesy is usually a characteristic of sailors ; and im- 
 politely " yaws " along on his way out to sea, followed by a chorus of 
 polished anathemas from the crew of the racing schooner. Can it be 
 possible that the owners of two other schooners (non-racing yachts) also 
 derive satisfaction from crossing the bows of racing-craft, and rudely 
 refusing to luff or fall off half a point in favor of a boat flying a racing 
 pennant ? I hope said owners are not and never will be members of the 
 R. N. S. Y. squadron. 
 
 The Wenonah is around and obtaining an ever-increasing lead as the 
 Halicia, Hebe, and Lenore near the buoy. And then was seen the pretti- 
 est picture of the race. The Halicia and the Hebe were both jibing when 
 the Lenore, skilfully steered, and with a beautiful burst of speed, shot in 
 between her competitors and the buoy, jibed, and rounded so cleanly as to 
 throw her well to windward and in the lead — save for the schooner. 
 
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 Race for the Lieutenant Governor's Cup. 
 
 15 
 
 Once again, Hurrah ! The IVcnonah is close hauled, carrying a true 
 westerly slant of wind, and is bowling along in comparatively smooth 
 water. Off Fort Clarence the schooner tacks. Far astern of her, the 
 jtruggle between the cutter and sloop continues. The Lenore is working 
 he smooth water of the eastern shore ; the Halicia is thrashing past the 
 umber Yard, with the Hebe astern of her. And what of the rest of the 
 ieet? Lest I should do the skippers of the Mentor y Ifildred, Psyche^ 
 Daphne, and Phantom some injustice, let me leave to others the task of 
 elling the story of their race. For the only old racer to keep company 
 with the nexv was the speedy Hebe. Butler's fast sloop carries the memory 
 f many victories to console her designer and present skij)per for occa- 
 sional retirement in hwor oi debutantes in the racing arena, and, like .a 
 all-room belle of many seasons, she found admirers who, remembering 
 ler past triumphs, were delighted to see her carry, even if unwisely, more 
 otton than her younger sisters showed. 
 
 The Lenore, standing across from Fort Clarence, comes upon the 
 Halicia carrying a slant of flawless wind from the westward, which had 
 enabled her to shake off the Hebe and gain perceptibly on the Wcnonah. 
 The Halicia has at this stage of the race an evident lead of the Lenore, 
 ind a few minutes later crossed the hitter's bow. Seen from the shore, or 
 rom steamers accompanying the race, the picture presented by the four 
 eading boats must be indeed a pretty one. 
 
 The breeze is ever freshening and squally, and the new yachts cut 
 
 heir way through a rising sea, showing nothing but a smother of foam to 
 
 [leeward as evidence of the speed with which they are travcllinp-. And 
 
 keeping company with the schooner and cutter are several guest-laden 
 
 teamers and smaller launches, with their passengers all revelling in the 
 
 un, salt water, sea air, and pleasant excitement of the race. 
 
 Realizing that the Lenore' s deck, when her crew resemble flies on a 
 all, is not a safe and comfortable writing desk, my note book and coat are 
 hrown below again, and with them all my chances of giving you a reliable 
 account of the race. But I can recall the first rounding of Point Pleasant 
 buoy with the Wenonah still in the lead, and the Halicia struggling to 
 |shake off the holder of the Lome cup. To effect this the Halicia at- 
 tempted to set a spinnaker (?), and her somewhat numerous crew handled 
 it as a drag overboard to windward, and the Halicia' s helmsman looked 
 his wrath at his gallant crew as the Lenorc passed him with two of her men 
 
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 seated aft the rudder-head to keep her stern down — both boats burying' 
 forward like Bermudian sloops when running. (I recollect a yachtsman 
 in Hamilton talking of the Bermudfan Sloop Julia, a boat of 17 foot keel, 
 42 foot mast, and sails laced thereto, rounding a buoy for the three mile 
 run to leeward, and being driven bow under by the wind, and foundering 
 a mile from the finish). 
 
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 The Wenonah reached Dartmouth buoy for the second time with still 
 a long lead of the cutter and sloop, now contesting every foot in such 
 spirited fashion as to excite the greatest enthusiasm on the accompanying 
 steamers, and among people lining the wharves. 
 
 After rounding the cove buoy, both stood over side by side for the 
 western shore. The Halicia came about first, and then headed for the 
 eastern point of Georges Island, where she tacked, then making the 
 Lumber Yard to weather the Island. The Lenoi'e, standing in closer to the 
 •city wharves, and forereaching, obtained some westerly puffs, made 
 Georges Island and the Lumber Yard in two short tacks, and then bowled 
 along on a straight course for the final rounding of Point Pleasant buoy. 
 The Weno7iah, when the Lenore was yet a mile from the buoy, was work- 
 ing along the shore of McNab's Island, from whence she stood across, 
 expecting to make the mark, and round for home in one tack. But as 
 the schooner neared the buoy, it became evident to a watchful spectator 
 on the Lenore that the incoming tide would give her sufficient leeway to 
 make a short tack necessary. And my prediction was verified. 
 
 The Lenore arrived at the buoy, jibed, and was round before the 
 Wenonah and Halicia (the latter being to windward of the mark as she 
 approaches) reached the mark. As the Wenonah and Halicia were com- 
 pelled to give considerable time allowance to the Lenore, and the run 
 from Point Pleasant buoy to the finishing point (Lumber Yard) is not one 
 sixth of the course, it is only reasonable to claim that, barring an accident, 
 the Lenore would have won Saturday's race. The accident occurred. 
 Man overboard ! What a startling cry it is. 
 
 3|t ^* Sp #1* ^» #^t '^ ^^ 
 
 Homeward bound, the delighted crew of the Lenore proceeded to set 
 a big balloon jib as a spinnaker. The sail was below, and one of the crew 
 (a canoeist, who hasn't been yacht-racing since poor Fay and his com- 
 panions were lost ten years ago), was told off to go below and for'ard to 
 pay out the sail to the crew on deck. He did it. Mr. John Lithgow, 
 
Race for the Lieutenant Governor's Cup. 
 
 17 
 
 ignorant of the help below, grasped the sail, and pulling strongly, gathered 
 in all the slack, and went overboard with it. His companion, Mr. Nor- 
 wood Dufifus, with commendable coolness, ran aft, shouted to the man 
 below : " Man overboard," seized a life preserver, and threw same with 
 remarkable precision to within a few yards of the lost yachtsman — now 
 some distance astern. 
 
 In the excitement attendant upon this regrettable closing incident of an 
 otherwise glorious race, the Lenore's crew made two ineffectual attempts 
 to pick up their late companion, the last one successful. The Wenonah 
 put back to render assistance, fortunately not needed, as the men of the 
 sloop enjoyed the pleasure of the rescue. The HalicicCs helmsman, when 
 passing Mr. Lithgow, observing that he was floating breast high, with a life 
 preserver on, seeing him smile, and knowing that the Leyiore would pick 
 up her own man, kept under way, and reached the Lumber Yard (where the 
 excitement was, of course, running high) a {qsn minutes before the Leiiore 
 and Wenonah. 
 
 In the rejoicing over the fortunate rescue of Mr. Lithgow, your cor- 
 respondent lost all knowledge of the general results of the race, was driven 
 to drink, and also mislaid his time card giving the order of boats rounding 
 buoys, etc. But, as the leading boats arrived flying protest flags, and the 
 race is "t?^," perhaps a statement of results would be lacking in interest. 
 
 Those who had the pleasure of witnessing Saturday's race admit there 
 is evidence of a growing and healthy interest being taken in what should be 
 the most popular pastime of our people — yachting. Unprejudiced yachts- 
 men aver that there are few rivals to Halifax as a summer city for those 
 " who love the water." 
 
 Knowing this, it behooves us to give the American yachtsmen who 
 may visit us next month such a reception that each recurring season of 
 sunshine and summer breezes will see our harbor alive with pleasure craft 
 and racing yachts, and our hotels and houses filled with the companion- 
 able pleasure-loving people of New York and Boston. 
 
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 JUBILEE YACHT RACES. 
 
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 A Keen Contest Between the "Galatea" and "Dauntless. 
 
 Thi; "Wenonah" Sails Away from the Rest of the Fleet and Wins the 
 
 New York Cup. 
 
 [^ES, that a trio of foreign yachts should be the only competitors for 
 the Jubilee Cups may be disappointing to those who expected to 
 
 41 see a squadron containing the far-famed Mayflower y Puritan^ Pris- 
 cilia, Atlantic, Sachem, and possibly the Volunteer. But we have the 
 satisfaction of knowing that the yacht owners who have responded to the 
 invitation of the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron are loud in their 
 praises of Halifax as a resort for yachtsmen ; are overwhelming in their 
 expressions of admiration of its unrivalled charms by sea and shore, and 
 prompt to proclaim our people masters of the art of entertaining. 
 
 When the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron sent an ambassador to 
 New York and Boston to invite members of the New York and Eastern 
 Clubs to extend their summer cruising to our waters, the apparent success 
 of his mission surprised and delighted our local j^achtsmen. An elaborate 
 programme of races was prepared; a large committee of citizens and 
 officers of the united service was formed to make suitable arrangements 
 for the reception and entertainment of the expected guests ; balls, dinners, 
 garden parties, and moonlight excursions were suggested, and Halifax 
 society was in a pleasant flutter of delight. 
 
 The arrival of the pretty Stranger and the famous Galatea, the long 
 sojourn of the latter on our coast, and the promised return of the former 
 (a promise fulfilled in such a way as to make Mr. Warren's cutter ex- 
 tremely popular in our port), sustained the excitement until the unthinking 
 ones in our midst seemed to be on the lookout for a fleet of white-winged 
 clippers with every stitch of canvas set in their owners' eagerness to reach 
 our city. Unfortunately, yacht owners are not always masters of their 
 own vessels. Yachts cruising in company under the command of a com- 
 modore have to keep together, and even when the cruise is over it is quite 
 likely that owners intending to bear up for Nova Scotia might be over- 
 borne by the unwillingness of their sailing masters to risk fogs and strange 
 currents. Moreover, it is stated in the Boston Herald of Tuesday last 
 
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Contest Between the "Galatea" and "Dauntless." 
 
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 Dauntless.' 
 
 that the recent cruise of the New York Yacht Club was the most success- 
 ful ever known, and this may have operated against the keeping of en- 
 gagements made with the R. N. S. Y. Squadron's ambassador, Mr. F. C. 
 Sumichrast. 
 
 From all or any of these reasons we may draw comfort, and solace 
 ourselves with the knowledge that if the Jubilee yacht racing is not quite 
 in keeping with the programme first outlined by the squadron, and is not 
 proving all that some too sanguine members of the committee looked for- 
 ward to, it may at least be claimed that the interests of yachting in our 
 waters will be greatly advanced by the races we are now witnessing, and 
 the advertising of Halifax as a very pleasant anchorage for pleasure- 
 seeking yachtsmen. Moreover, our amateur sailors are enabled to study 
 beautiful models of marine architecture, and some of our citizens are see- 
 ing for the first time yachts that have attracted the admiration of sailors 
 the world over, handled by professional crews in such a way as to show off 
 to perfection the beauty of the designers' skill, and the advantages of good 
 seamanship. 
 
 Surely our own yachtsmen are not disappointed. Why, 'tis pleasure 
 enough to an enthusiastic lover of the beautiful to watch the Galatea beat- 
 ing to windward, or to note the Strayiger's shapely hull, darkly outlined 
 beneath a perfect smother of snowy cotton. 
 
 However, I am forgetting that folks ashore may not have seen the race 
 of yesterday under quite such favorable conditions as those of your cor- 
 respondent. Circumstances alter cases. The naval review at Halifax, as 
 seen by me from the deck of H. M. S. Py lades, was not, I was informed, 
 so exciting when viewed from the rocks ashore on a cold, grey morning, 
 with no mess-room steward within call to stimulate the fancy and fever the 
 imagination. So let me forge ahead and spin my yarn concerning the race. 
 
 It is my wish to give people ashore some idea of the start of the visit- 
 ing yachis on their race, and then to report proceedings of the R. N. S. 
 Y. S. in their contest for the cup presented by the Americans. Even 
 the performance of the latter duty was almost denied me, as when I 
 boarded the JVenonak, her crew mutinied against the taking of the un- 
 unlucky " thirteenth " man. The skipper, my old friend, Fraser, con- 
 quered their scruples, and we bore away for a preliminary cruise to see 
 the Dauntless and Galatea start on what proved to be a race such as spec- 
 tators must have been delighted with. A spanking breeze from the west 
 by north is blowing up in such a way as to promise more than the smaller 
 
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 craft want, and, as we open the mouth of the North-West Arm, the squalls 
 are wicked enough to make careful tending of sheets necessary for the 
 balance of the day. Green Bank is covered with sight-seers, and Citadel 
 Hill dotted with those who are content with a more distant view. As the 
 time approaches for the start, the Galatea is indeed a picture as she tacks 
 about inside the mark, her long hull glistening in the sunshine, and her 
 immense jib looking as if cut out of cardboard, so stiff and white is its 
 outline against the blue sky. 
 
 The veteran racer. Dauntless, makes an equally pretty appearance, 
 gliding about with her white hull looking fresh and clean, and her name 
 carrying the minds of yachtsmen back to her famous races with the Cam- 
 bria and Coronet. Although she is carrying sail enough to set us all agape, 
 it is seen that her skipper has a jib topsail in stops ready for shaking out 
 as soon as the officer of the day fires the final giin. And all this time the 
 squadron boats, well handled by their amateur crews, are facing the squalls 
 in capital fashion, and making ready for their race. But what about the 
 Stranger y in whom we all feel so great an interest ? Has she any difficulty 
 with her anchor, or does she so regret the absence of competition as to 
 make her unwilling to start? At last she also is making for the line, 
 when, at 10.30, sharp, the gun is again fired, and the English cutter and 
 American schooner are off on their course of forty-one miles. Both yachts 
 crossed the line together, and the spectators at Green Bank are then treated 
 to a marine picture such as they have seldom if ever seen before. 
 
 The Galatea shakes out a jib topsail, somewhat slowly it seemed to us, 
 and then the Dauntless, already covered with canvas, sets a staysail. For 
 half a mile the famous yachts are side by side, as if to reward interested 
 crowds ashore for their early visit to the park. Off the mouth of the Arm, 
 the schooner is seen to be gaining slightly on the single sticker, and the 
 IVenonah's crew are jubilant as they note what follows. For off the shoals 
 at Point Pleasant commenced as pretty a luffing match as any of us ever 
 witnessed. The Dauntless is attempting to weather the cutter, and some- 
 what to our amazement the schooner at last is triumphant, and then the 
 first bout settled, they stand out to sea, and here I have to leave them. 
 The Weno?iak.'s skipper shouted "hard a lee," and we reluctantly part 
 company with the cracks to engage in the struggle reserved for the R. N. 
 S. Y. S. fleet. The Stranger passed us as we stand up the harbor for 
 the start, and we regret to see no sign of her opponent, the Guinivere. 
 
Contest by the Halifax Yacht Squadron. 
 
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 And now let us look at the squadron fleet ! 'Tis a prettier sight than 
 many expected to see — even this so-called inside race. Here is the saucy 
 Hildred looking for boats of her cLas ; the St. Kilda jumping over the 
 water like a frightened duck, and almost shewing speed enoug n to account 
 for the reign of terror her crew inaugurated on her arrival ; the Pastime, 
 looking and sailing as well as ever ; the already famous, although ill-fated, 
 Lenore, a dangerous opponent for boats of twice her tonnage ; the wonder- 
 ful Builer-built Hebe^ whose performance in the race of yesterday was 
 talked of by all who appreciate skilful and daring seamanship ; and the 
 unfortunate cutter Halicia, whose popular captain shewed the squadron 
 sailors how to bring a wreck into port. These and the Albatross, Psyche, 
 Phantom and Daphne, each in turn attracted attention, and added tcT the 
 interest taken in a capital race. The starting gun was fired at 1 1 o'clock, 
 sharp, and almost before the smoke could be blown away by the wind, 
 the Lenore and Hebe are across the line. Following them, the St. Kilda, 
 Albatross, and Wenonah are beam and beam, with the rest of the fleet 
 whipped in by the Halicia. 
 
 The Wenonah is kept full as she can hold, and soon drops the Albatross 
 and the St. Kilda (the latter standing up bravely to the heavy squalls), and 
 is in close pursuit of the white sloop and the Hebe. With these safely 
 under her stern the Wenonah shortly opens a lead on the fleet such as. 
 astonishes even the most confident of her crew. 
 
 Meanwhile, Captain Trott's cutter, Halicia, is outfooting and outpoint- 
 ing the St. Kilda, and is gradually working up to her fast rival, the Lenore. 
 The Pastime, although lufiing to the strong gusts more frequently than 
 the other schooners, is shewing a turn of speed such as must have delighted 
 her former owner, and is having a game struggle with the Hebe for the 
 honor of third place at the turning buoy. 
 
 Dartmouth Cove buoy was rounded in the following order, as timed 
 by your correspondent on the Wenonah : 
 
 H. M. S. 
 
 Wenonah, ii i6 40 
 
 Lenore, ix 18 30 
 
 Pastime, n 18 
 
 Hebe, n 19 09 
 
 H. M. s, 
 
 Halicia, 11 19 34 
 
 Phantom, 11 20 
 
 St, Kilda, II 20 
 
 After rounding the buoy, the Wenonah increased her lead until in 
 passing Georges Island she already seemed to be, barring accidents, a 
 certain winner. For the wind was fast freshening, and, as we looked astern, 
 
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 the I/ede was seen laying down at an angle sufficient to spill the wind out 
 of her sails, and the rest of the fleet were like her, fast dropping astern. 
 
 The long leg out to Meagher's Rock buoy increased the Wenonah's 
 lead, and made no great change in the fleet astern of her, which, passing 
 York Redoubt, showed the Pastime to be second, with the Lenore hang- 
 ing on in close company to windward, and sailing so fast that your corres- 
 pondent, knowing what the sloops can do, almost regretted she was not 
 built to equal in tonnage the Wenonah. Meagher's Rock buoy was 
 rounded as follows . 
 
 H. M. S. 
 
 Wenonah, ii 54 05 
 
 Pastime, 12 oi 
 
 H. M. S. 
 
 Lenore, , 12 03 lo 
 
 Hebe, 12 03 40 
 
 And then, as we stretched away for the harbor again, luffing up to the 
 strong squalls, the first exciting incident of the race occurred. 
 
 The Halicia, as we came abreast of her, was struck by a squall. 
 Without having the effect of careening her lead laden hull, the' squall con- 
 verted the handsome cutter into a complete wreck, for the mast was broken 
 as if by a cannon shot, and ten feet from the deck, everything went over 
 the side. But her skipper refused assistance, and, with his dismasted hulk 
 rising and falling in the heavy sea, repaired damages, and actually bore 
 back under canvas with her colours flying. Bravo ! Captain Trott. 
 
 The St. Kilda, owing to this regrettable accident, becomes the fifth 
 boat, but is evidently not in it to such good purpose as was expected by 
 her owners and their friends. And what shall I say of the smaller sloops, 
 etc. ? Why, I maintain that our amateur crews deserve credit for the 
 splendid handling of their yachts in yesterday's very treacherous weather. 
 
 Off Point Pleasant, the Wenonah! s skipper sets his staysail once again, 
 and the decks are all awash as we enter the harbor, doing a good nine 
 knots an hour. 
 
 The Pastime is just shewing up to windward of Georges Island as we 
 round the Dartmouth Cove mark, for the second time, in forty-four minutes 
 from Meagher's Rock buoy. 
 
 Let yachtsmen look at the chart, study the wind that was blowing, and 
 then say if the squadron need be ashamed of its representative schooner. 
 
 The Pastime is holding a long lead of the Lenore, the latter passing 
 the Wenonah (on her way out to Meagher's Rock) off" the Lumber Yard. 
 The steamer St. Pierre, and the committee boat, carrying the indefatigable 
 Mr. Sumichrast, to whom yachtsmen ov/e a debt of gratitude, cheer the 
 
Contest by the Halifax Yacht Squadron. 
 
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 Wenonah as she bowls along, and then * * * * the Press went 
 below to lunch. 
 
 As I reach the deck again, the time of the other boats in rounding 
 Dartmouth Cove Mark is taken. Let us record the time as an evidence 
 of the fact that from start to finish in yesterday's race the Wenonah was 
 the winner. 
 
 DARTMOUTH MARK — SECOND ROUND. 
 
 H. M. S. 
 
 Wenonah, 12 38 o 
 
 Pastime, 13 48 30 
 
 Lenore, , 12 53 o 
 
 But the friendliest of editors will not give \ip all of his space to yachts- 
 men and their doings — so let me hasten homeward. 
 
 The Wenonah rounded Meagher's Rock buoy for the second and last 
 time in a squall so heavy as to call forth a remark, or rather an order, 
 from the cool and careful navigator, Mr. Fraser, who shouts " Stand by 
 sheets." It may interest folks ashore to know that we did, and, leaving 
 the Mark on the starboard hand, prepared, as the printed directions set 
 forth, to finish off the Lumber Yard. 
 
 The Wenonah left Meagher's Rock at 1.16, and was followed by the 
 Pastime dX 1.32.30. 
 
 On the homeward course the Lenore is passed, bound for the buoy, 
 with a jib-topsail set, and the Hebe close astern of her. Both these yachts 
 are still pursued by the St. Kilda, likely winner of the second prize. 
 
 And then, as we near the Lumber Yard, and the certainty of victory 
 strikes the WenonaKs crew, there is quiet pleasure observable in the 
 skipper's eyes, and excitement among his crew. For it is a victory and a 
 prize to be proud of The schooner has at last silenced the sceptical as to 
 her speed, and has covered a course twenty-two miles and four cables in 
 length in the creditable time of two hours and fifty-two minutes. And all 
 this despite the fact that the Pastime, Hebe, St. Kilda, and Lenore have 
 been sailed almost faultlessly. 
 
 This is. the story of the Squadron's race, and it was a race sailed under 
 conditions of weather so favorable as to please and satisfy everybody save 
 those who desired some " beating to windward." The finish was timed at 
 the Lumber Yard by the officers in charge, as follows : 
 
 Wenonah, i 55 57 
 
 Pastime, 2 10 57 
 
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 Hebe, 2 34 30 
 
 St. Kilda, 2 26 20 
 

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 The Wcfionah thus becomes the winner of the Cup, and her owners and 
 crew were warmly congratulated by the other yachtsmen on their arrival at 
 the Lumber Yard, where a large gathering of spectators had now assembled 
 to witness the finish of the race between the Dauntless and Galatea. 
 
 Your correspondent left these famous yachts outward bound at 1045, 
 to sail a course marked forty-one miles seven cables in length. 
 
 To picture the return of these beautiful types of schooner and cutter 
 would require the skilful hand of an artist, the warm feeling of a poet. 
 The crowd on the Lumber Yard were silent as these famous yachts glided 
 past the winning mark, separated only by fifty-two seconds of time, hav- 
 ing sailed the course in about four and a half hours. Your correspondent 
 was unable to await the arrival of the Stranger, although she was but a 
 short distance astern. 
 
 FINISH. H. M. S. 
 
 Dauntless, 3 4 12 
 
 Galatea 35 4 
 
 As an enthusiastic yachtsman on the Lumber Yard remarked : *' To 
 witness the finish of such a race is reward enough to those to whose efforts 
 we are indebted for yesterday's sailing." Vagrant. 
 
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 In reprinting the foregoing accovnt of a capital race, I recall one of the most pleasant excursions of many 
 made when in search of reliable reports for the Morning Herald, of Halifax. In the account of the 
 winning of the ^500 Jubilee Cup by the pretty schooner of the R. N. S. Y. S., IVenonah, there will be 
 noticed an allusion to the half serious objections of some of her crew to my presence on board as the 
 thirteenth man. Strange to say, there was some slight reason for the reference to this superstitious 
 fancy when I happened to be the unlucky thirteenth man. For, owing to my miraculous escape from 
 death, when knocked overboard by the jibing boom of the Mystery, during that fatal race for the 
 Mayor's Cup, which terminated in the drowning of Messrs. Fay, Tupper, and Noble, I had not 
 again shipped in a racing yacht until a few weeks previous to the Jubilee Races. That racing yacht 
 was the Lenore, and the contest was again spoiled by an accident. In paying out the spinnaker to an 
 active member of the Lenore' s crew, I was instrumental in sending Jack Lithgow overboard, and we 
 picked him up with considerable difficulty. I suffered agony when Jack was in danger. 
 
 The recollections of those circumstances connected with my yachting career may well have caused Mrs. S— 
 to warn her husband and fellow owners of the Wenonah against shipping " Vagrant'' as one of the 
 Wenonah's crew. 
 
 However, I was permitted to wear a jersey emblazoned with the schooner's name in big white letters during 
 the most eventful race reported above. That it was a day of perfect enjoyment can be readily under- 
 stood by those who have sailed with that thorough yachtsman, James Fraser ; and " Vagrant " owes 
 to him and Messrs, West, Stairs, and others, earnest thanks. 
 
 The crew of the Wenonah, when she raced for and won so handsomely the cup given by some citizens of 
 New York, was comprised as follows : 
 
 Jambs Fraser (Captain). 
 F. S. West. 
 Jas. W. Stairs. 
 A. £. Jones. 
 
 Lieut. Stewart, R. N. 
 Major Pbngklly, R. M. 
 E. J. Macdon\ld. 
 W. S. Cloustc'N. 
 Boatswain Vickers. 
 
 W, S. DUFFUS. 
 
 H. M. Macdonald. 
 J. T. P. Knight. 
 Foster Elliott. 
 
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Yacht Race for the Jubilee Cup. 
 
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 •y some citizens of 
 
 THE "GALATEA" WINS THE ONE THOUSAND 
 DOLLAR JUBILEE CUP. 
 
 IB Sails Away from the " Dauntless," and Combs in Onb Hotr Ahead. 
 
 Dismasted. The "Lenokk's" Daring Crew. 
 
 The "Stranger" 
 
 [HOSE who predict that the yacht racing of Friday and Saturday last 
 
 will be the means of attracting New York and Boston yachtsmen 
 
 to Halifax may be glad to know that the owners of the Dauntless 
 
 [nd Stranger declare the course mapped out for the racers in the recent 
 
 )ntests is better than any used as a rendezvous during the annual cruis- 
 
 ig of their clubs. The preparatory signal, one gun, was fired at 10.20 on 
 
 faturday morning from the committee steamer Mabel Freeman, upon 
 
 ^hich boat representatives of the press were kindly entertained by the 
 
 )fficers of the day, Vice-Commodore Edwards, and Rear-Commodore 
 
 'roop. The course was from Green Bank to inner automatic buoy; 
 
 lence on a triangular course seaward, the points of said triangle being 
 
 [nchored mark boats, thence to automatic buoy and finish offH. M. Lumber 
 
 '^ard, forty-one miles, seven cables. The race being sailed under New 
 
 '^ork yacht club regulations, yachts were compelled to carry on deck a 
 
 krviceable, round bottomed boat in addition to the usual life buoys. Just 
 
 )efore the race was started, the scene was even more delightful to gaze at 
 
 than that of the previous day. Green Bank was black with spectators, 
 
 md the road to the point and the rocks below fringed with people anxious 
 
 to see the visiting yachts engage in their second struggle. The Galatea 
 
 |s tacking about in the light and fitful morning air, her sails a study in 
 
 effects of light and shade ; the Stranger is dropping down past Georges 
 
 Island, spinnaker boom on end ready for lowering, her light sails filling 
 
 to the breeze off the Lumber Yard ; the Dauntless, a favorite among 
 
 schooner men, with spinnaker boom already lowered, and a jib topsail in 
 
 Istops to be shaken put on crossing the line. And our own yachts made 
 
 la pretty appearance. Near the line is plucky Captain Trott's cutter, with 
 
 [her mainsail lowered, and crew still busy repairing effects of the previous 
 
 [day's dismasting — an accident soon to be repeated. And hovering about 
 
 {near the Halicia are the squadron schooners Pastime j Guiniverey and 
 
 Wenonah, with the baby of the fleet, the racing Lenore, actually coming 
 
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 up for the outside struggle with a boat lashed across her deck, where even 
 the crew can barely find foothold. At 10.30 the gun on the Mabel Free- 
 man was fired for the start, and fifty seconds later the Halicia, which your 
 correspondent, when on the Wenonah in the race of the previous day, 
 had left outside dismasted, crossed the line — first of the fleet to answer 
 the signal. The starting line was crossed in the following order: 
 
 H. M. S. 
 
 Ifalicia, lo 30 56 
 
 Stranger, 10 31 54 
 
 Galatea, 10 32 15 
 
 Dauntless, 10 33 36 
 
 H. M. s. 
 
 Pastime, 10 33 4a 
 
 Wenonah, 10 33 55 
 
 Lenore, 10 34 00 
 
 Guinivere, 10 36 01 
 
 Immediately after the start the visiting yachts shook out their jib top- 
 sails, the Galatea slowly forging to the front. OiT the Point, the Stranger 
 and Galatea were apparently running before a pleasant northerly slant of 
 wind out of the harbor, with mainsails darkly outlined and spinnakers 
 almost transparent in the bright sunlight. Nearing Meagher's Beach, the 
 committee steamer was hailed by Captain Rawson in a steam launch, who 
 transferred to the care of the Squadron officers the representative of the 
 Chronicle. At York Redoubt the large cutters and the Dauntless were in 
 mid steamer channel, with the Squadron racing craft nearly all to the 
 westward and astern in search of the wind for the day. Some small 
 steamers seen from our deck as we opened Devil's Island were sending 
 smoke to the westward, and a schooner was seen standing out with an 
 easterly wind, and yet a large barque in the offing is seen to be carrying a 
 southerly breeze, leading us to think that the true character of the wind 
 outside must be south by west. As the yachts worJc their way out, a few 
 fishing schooners are dropping in as if to complete the picture that lovers 
 of the beautiful on sea and shore are " drinking their fill " from. Steam- 
 ing past the fleet of yachts, we observe their position to be as follows : 
 Sir anger t Galatea (with the Halicia nearly abeam, but away to eastward), 
 Dauntless^ Lenore^ Wenonah, Pastime, Guinivere. Off" the Thrump Cap 
 the Stranger shifts her spinnaker to port, as if those on board were, like 
 ourselves, trying to discover in what direction the wind intended to settle. 
 I suppose the wind to be consistent must be inconstant, and during the 
 first hour of Saturday's race, the breeze was, metaphorically, changeable 
 as a capricious woman's whims. The committee and correspondents on 
 board the Mabel Freeman, among whom was Mr. Manning, of the New 
 York Yacht Agency, had some discussion about the propriety of this 
 
Yacht Race for the Jubilee Cup. 
 
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 whimsical allusion to womankind. But I won't pursue this fancy, although, 
 rolling about in the trough of the sea, we were free to indulge in droll 
 ideas — and refreshments. 
 
 And now for the race again. Clear of Thrump Cap Shoal, the yachts 
 and accompanying steamers begin to realize that Friday's blow has left a 
 long swell to be encountered outside. The Galatea! s jib-topsail is lowered 
 as the wind at last blows out true and strong from the south-west. Then 
 the big schooner Dauntless feels the coming breeze and makes a short leg 
 to the eastward before the other schooners are realizing the change. The 
 St. Pierre and Mic-Mac, the former in charge of Mr. Walter Leigh as the 
 R. N. S. Y. Squadron's representative for the day, begin to roll about in 
 such unpleasant fashion as to resurrect, among other things, the old ques- 
 tion : " If Brittania rules the waves, why doesn't she rule 'em straight ? " 
 At Herring Cove Head the Galatea has at last taken a clear lead, although 
 the Stranger is well to windward of the big English cutter. But the pilot 
 of the Dauntless is rewarded for his faith in the western shore, and the 
 great schooner is now on the starboard tack with a big jib topsail rap full 
 as she bowls merrily along in pursuit of the cutters. And only slightly 
 astern of the American schooner the Wenonah is sailing a grand race in 
 company with the Pastime, Quinivere, and the Lenore, with the latter of 
 whom the crew of Friday's winner have been exchanging pleasantries in 
 rather too spirited fashion for safety, if racing rules are observed. Mean- 
 while the leaderfj in the race, the two cutters, are treating us to a pretty 
 exhibition. For the Galatea on the starboard tack is not quite fast enough 
 to prevent the Boston cutter from crossing her bows, and, this done, the 
 Stranger sets a big balloon jib and comes about to indulge in a luffing 
 match with the Galatea. But the latter again sets her jib-topsail, and the 
 race between these two continues exciting and close. Separated from the 
 rest of the fleet (as if reserved for some special incident of the race) the 
 Halicia has worked the easte/n shore and the changeable currents of wind 
 to more advantage than seemed possible, and is well up with the leaders 
 among the Squadron yachts. The Wenonah has dropped astern of the 
 Lenore, and, as we pass the sloop and cheer her plucky crew, we forget that 
 their daring is a source of anxiety to older members of the Squadron, and 
 actually discuss the possibility of the sloop, or Friday's winner, the Weno- 
 nah, saving time allowance — the. former by getting into port "some 
 time before church to-morrow." Opposite Carnperdown the Stranger and 
 Galatea are still fighting for the lead, standing across to the first turning 
 
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 point, the inner automatic buoy, the Stranger to windward, but astern. 
 The Halicla is also on the same tack, a mile and a half astern. The 
 Dauntless is then rewarded for persistent hugging of the western shore, 
 for down from the high land comes a steady slant of faithful westerly wind, 
 enabling her to make a long leg for the desired buoy. The Wenojiah, 
 Pastime, and Guinivere are just beginning a race of their own, which is 
 destined to last for ten long miles, and is only finished when at the first 
 mark boat, nine miles from the automatic buoy, the JVenonaA, by a bit of 
 Eraser's clever handling, takes the lead. And at this stage of the race the 
 Lenore is sailing in truly wonderful fashion, and is clearly going to lead the 
 Squadron boats at the buoy. As the committee boat rolls about in close 
 proximity to the automatic buoy, its wheezy breathing seems better suited 
 as a reminder of storm and wreck than as a guide to the pleasure craft 
 bearing down upon it. Here they come ! The Galatea has shaken off 
 the smaller cutter and her stem is straight for the buoy, and here on that 
 long starboard tack, every stitch of canvas pulling, and a main staysail 
 being added thereto, comes the Dauntless, and then it is we gain our first 
 true impression of the famous cutter's speed. For although, when first 
 seen at this stage of the race, we had thought it possible for the schooner 
 to reach the buoy in the lead, the Galatea's position when rounding was 
 
 as follows : 
 
 H, M. S. 
 
 Galatea, 12 21 45 
 
 Dauntless, la 25 32 
 
 Stranger, 12 27 46 
 
 Lenore, 12 30 08 
 
 H. M. s. 
 
 Pastime, 12 31 56 
 
 Guinivtri la 33 04 
 
 IVenonah, 12 3a 17 
 
 The elapsed time of the three leading boats was : Galatea, ih. 49m. 30s. ; 
 Dauntless, ih. 51m. 56s.; Stranger, ih. 55m. 52s.; and the Squadron sloop 
 JLenore only ih. 56m. 08s., or six minutes and «:hirty-eight seconds behind 
 the Galatea in the race from Green Bank to the automatic buoy. Imme- 
 diately after rounding, the Galatea set a jib topsail, and increased her 
 speed surprisingly. The three schooners of the Squadron, after rounding 
 the buoy with only twenty-one seconds between first and last, began what 
 is said to have been the prettiest race ever seen, and one in which an out- 
 going trading schooner took no mean place. Eh, Fraser ? 
 
 And '* Where is the Halicia ? " says Rear-Commodore Troop, after 
 timing the seven yachts accounted for. A mile astern, and to westward, 
 we sight her with a tug hovering round, and no spar standing. The 
 Halicia has been again dismasted, and is as complete a wreck as on the 
 
Yacht Race for the Jubilee Cup. 
 
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 previous day. This incident and the increasing wind and sea carried our 
 thoughts to the Lenore, and it is only fair to record that the squadron 
 officers, realizing the possibility of accident to the boat laden sloop Lenore^ 
 dispatched a tug to assist her in on Saturday night, and remained on the 
 Lumber Yard until nearly midnight with night glasses levelled seaward. 
 That the crew of the Lenore, in the face of threatening weather promised 
 at sunset, refused to be towed in seems incredible. The first mark boat 
 E. S. E. was rounded as follows : 
 
 H, M. S. 
 
 Galatea, i 24 00 
 
 Dauntless i 27 40 
 
 Stranger, i 30 00 
 
 Pasthne 1 49 ao 
 
 H. M. S. 
 
 Guinivere i 50 00 
 
 H'enonti/t, 1 jo 04 
 
 Lenore, i 53 50 
 
 The western or last stake boat rounded by leaders : 
 
 M. S. 
 
 Galatea, 3 14 30 
 
 Stringer 3 39 00 
 
 Dauntless, 3 59 00 
 
 The committee boat is awaiting the return of the yachts in Halibut 
 Cove, and we take advantage of the r< irn to comparatively smooth water 
 to indulge in luncheon with Messrs ^ dwards. Troop, Manning (of New 
 York), and Bell. After luncheon, we binoke and chat about the enterprise 
 of the press, and the wisdom of accompanying the Rear-Commodore 
 ashore to telegraph the position of the yachts, when last seen by us. At 
 2.40 the steamer is again tossing about off the automatic buoy, her crew 
 scanning the horizon for any signs of the racers. The wind is decidedly 
 freshening from the sou'west, and as we see the St. Pierre steaming past 
 us, and the Mic-Mac waddling out to the southward, whether broadside 
 or bow on we are unable to determine, we speculate in a most cold 
 blooded way on the possible misery of their passengers, and our only 
 patient, a boy, heaves in sympathy with fellow-sufferers a mile away. And 
 then the Galatea comes tearing in from sea, with the sun shining white on 
 her immense balloon jib, and all else in shadow, bound for the buoy, a 
 mile from which we are tossing to time the cutter as she passes. Let but 
 this strong breeze continue, and the Galatea is as sure a winner as the 
 Wenonah was in yesterday's race. At 4h. 29m. 38s. the Galatea is pass- 
 ing the automatic buoy, and as she gets abeam of us we can almost hear 
 the swish of the water, as fretted by the cutter's prow it rushes along her 
 lee. And we have the enjoyment of seeing her leave everything under 
 
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 steam or sail hopelessly astern of her as she nears the harbor mouth, for 
 which we also are now bound, none of the other yachts being within six 
 or seven miles of the leader. As the Galatea approaches Georges Island, a 
 small fleet of vessels come out to welcome her with cheering, and the 
 screams of steam whistles; and Green Bank and the Lumber Yard are black 
 with interested citizens, untiring in their expressions of admiration for the 
 cutter's lofty spar, shining hull, white deck, and active red-capped crew of 
 Devonshire men. The Galatea passed the Lumber Yard winning flag-staff 
 at 5h. i6m. 20s. Elapsed time being 6h. 44m.. 05s. 
 
 About an hour later, or, at 6h. i im. 55s., the Dauntless passed the line, 
 being heartily cheered by the crew of the English cutter. Some time 
 afterward the pretty Strafiger came hi with topmast gone, as if explana- 
 tory of the somewhat bad beating she must have received after leaving the 
 first mark boat. 
 
 Until late Saturday night several sad sea dogs belonging to the Squad- 
 ron kept watch and ward at the Lumber Yard for the R. N. S. Y. S. fleet. 
 How they reached home, and what befell them, is not known to your 
 correspondent on the Mabel Freeman, who, in watching Saturday's race 
 in company with the officers of the day, did not forget his companions of 
 Friday, the skipper and crew of the Wetionah, to whose memory he fre- 
 quendy, a la Eccles, " cracked a fatherly tear and shed a friendly bottle." 
 
 Vagrant. 
 
Football — Wanderers vs. Navy. 
 
 31 
 
 In reproducing this account of one of many memorable foot-ball matches played by fellow members of the 
 Wanderers Amateur Athletic Club, I am only actuated by the desire to have their admirers possess 
 some printed reminder of the prowess of one of the best fifteens ever lined out on a Nova Scotian foot 
 ball field. As our players look down at me from a well executed photograph by Notman I recall a 
 remark of a military wag : " Gentlemen, these fellows of Colonial extraction an too many for us at 
 this game, unless we can be born again and live differently," 
 
 FOOT- BALL. 
 
 Wanderers vs. Navy— A Fine Contest on the Wanderers' Grounds. 
 
 ^IVEN a good field, a bright sky, with just a suspicion of coming 
 ^ winter in the air to keep the contestants fresh and vigorous, and 
 there is more than enough in a game of foot-ball to keep spectators 
 interested. When we add to these concomitants of foot-ball the interest 
 attending a return match between two such teams as those representing 
 the yet unbeaten Wanderers and the champions of the North American 
 fleet, we throw onlookers into such a pleasant fever of excitement that 
 the cool northern wind seems to them like the soft air of the Bermudas. 
 The match referred to was played on the W. A. A. C. Grounds, on Satur- 
 day afternoon, and the following players answered to the calls of their 
 Captains : 
 
 ■ Backs. 
 
 wanderers. 
 Oxley, Back. 
 Annand, x 
 
 Wylde, l Three-quarter Backs. 
 
 Henry (Captain), J 
 
 Clous ton, 
 
 Jones, 
 
 Bentley, 
 
 Major, 
 
 Crerar, 
 
 Esson, 
 
 Hart, 
 
 Humphrey, 
 
 Wainwright, 
 
 Knight, Umpire. 
 
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 navy. 
 
 Herbert, Back. 
 
 Lyon, 1 , 
 
 Short, V Three-quarter Backs. 
 
 Boldero, ) 
 
 Koe, ) 
 
 Shelford,; "'^V Backs. 
 
 Hobbs (Captain), 
 
 Walter, 
 
 Watling, 
 
 Burnett, 
 
 Dathan, [. Forwards. 
 
 Miller, 
 
 Macaulay, 
 
 Gurney, 
 
 Fiennes, 
 
 Stewart, Umpire. 
 
 The touch line of the 
 ing of spectators — fair 
 satisfaction evidence of 
 
 Wanderers' field was fringed with quite a gather- 
 and otherwise. Civilian on-lookers noted with 
 the strengthening of the Wanderers since the 
 
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 close match of the previous Saturday. Henry, captain and famous back, 
 was again on the field, and Duffus (J. N.) reappeared to share with his 
 brother — the baby of the Ottawa cricket match — the honors to be gained 
 on the outskirts of every scrimmage. 
 
 As an offset to the high hopes of the civilians, there were whispers 
 among those who, in Pinaforic phraseology, 
 
 " Sail the ocean blue," 
 
 of good rnen obtained by the foot-ball press-gang from newly arrived 
 ships: and stories of daily practice on the part of the Navy fifteen, of 
 paper chases, and the presence of Herbert, who proved a tower of 
 strength to his side, were calculated to make spectators discuss the prob- 
 ability of the Wanderers' meeting with their first defeat. 
 
 When the sides lined out at 3.25 every player seemed to realize that 
 the match was one of unusual interest, and the kick-off was awaited in 
 surprising silence. The Navy defended the southern goal for the first half 
 of the game, which was played in two "twenty-fives" and five minutes 
 interval. The ball was kicked off by Henry, rose and travelled only a few 
 feet, and on its fall was picked up by a Navy forward and carried to centre 
 field. A cry of " down," and the first scrimmage in what proved to be a 
 battle of the forwards is formed. 
 
 How much I wish that it were possible to tell the story of a match like 
 that of Saturday without mentioning any player by name. For the report 
 of a foot-ball match must necessarily follow that bone of contention, the 
 ball, in its erratic journeying between goals. It is almost impossible to 
 tell aught of the hard work of faithful forwards, whose efforts from start 
 to finish of such a match as that of Saturday, in the long and hard fought 
 .scrimmages, and the occasional weary following of fleet-footed backs, have 
 to be dismissed with the brief and well-worn tribute, " The forwards 
 worked splendidly." And on Saturday they did. 
 
 If in the first ten minutes of Saturday's match enthusiastic friends of 
 the Wanderers predicted an easy victory for that club, as its red and black 
 jerseys were seen again and again perilously near the Navy goal line, twice 
 compelling cool and cautious backs to touch down in self-defence, the 
 game assumed a verv different complexion before the call of half time. 
 For Short, the centre three-quarter for the Navy, made the running of the 
 day, and, well supported by timely kicking of Herbert, gradually trans- 
 ferred the play to the Wanderers' quarters. And then, to the surprise and 
 
Football — Wanderers vs. Navy. 
 
 33 
 
 delight of enthusiastic visitors from the fleet, it is noted that the Navy are 
 proving superior to the Wanderers in the formation of scrimmages, to 
 which the three-quarters on the civilian side are inclined to work much too 
 close for safety. Towards the close of the first half of a game in which the 
 playing of the backs has been overshadowed by plucky and obstinate 
 fighting among the forwards, Short, out of some loose play, resultant from 
 a long scrimmage which has exhausted all the forwards, very cleverly 
 kicks — a goal? No. But near enough to still further excite spectators, 
 who warmly commend the Navy upon the game efforts they are making 
 to lower the red and black flag. The ball is again held by the forwards, 
 who are so tenacious of their right to the glory of the day that any acct- 
 dentalif) "heeling out" is at once drawn to the attention of the umpires. 
 Half time. The players scamper off" to the pavillion for refreshment, and 
 to be congratulated by admiring friends. 
 
 Upon resuming play the forwards give early proof of their intention to 
 make the battle theirs until the close of the match. But the Wanderers 
 are evidently working with the grim determination to avert defeat for yet 
 another season. Clouston, Bentley, and Crerar break through the first 
 formed scrimmage by sheer strength, carrying the ball before them, and 
 the last named forward captures and falls with the coveted leather inside 
 the Navy goal line. The younger Duffus fails to convert the try into a 
 goal. Out of the next scrimmage the ball at last becomes the property of 
 the Wanderers' backs, and some clever passing gives Henry a patiently 
 waited for opportunity. He crosses the Navy goal line at an eleven-second 
 gait, scattering excited on-lookers to the right and left. He is compelled 
 to touch down at an awkward angle for Duffus' second attempt at goal 
 kicking. And then in the north-east corner of the field ensued a scrim- 
 mage to which the forwards may well look back with pride. Every foot 
 of ground was won or lost during that scrimmage within five yards of the 
 Navy goal line. Humphrey, Hart, Major, ^nd the heavy weights of the 
 Wanderers were interlocked in a fifteen minute struggle with the Navy 
 forwards, led by Dathan and Hobbs, with all the patient obstinacy of those 
 who are fighting in vain, but gloriously. Through this struggling mass 
 Jones, playing well, burrows his way only to be collared by Shelford, the 
 ubiquitous Navy half-back, and the ball is restored to the spot it has left. 
 At last the ball is forced into touchy and a quartette of players claim the 
 honor of having hands on. A Wanderer, Esson, is found among the 
 prostrate forwards of the fleet, and the Navy umpire orders the formation 
 
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 of another scrimmage, although his confrere has, when appealed to, given 
 the ball to the Navy. 
 
 But why try to describe such a match when all played so well ? One 
 cannot reproduce the screams of encouragement from waiting backs to 
 faithful forwards, the hoarse shouts of male spectators, the flutter of excite- 
 ment among fair relatives of the players when some light weight is hurled 
 across the line at their very feet, from whence he rises dazed, shakes him- 
 self, and rushes again into the fray. 
 
 That last five minutes of Saturday's match can be thus epitomized : 
 Short, by a brilliant run, came near enough to the Wanderers' goal to look 
 into the eyes of its grim sentinel, (Oxley) ; Henry, profiting by the un- 
 selfish play of Annand, and the strong running of Wylde, was robbed of 
 a splendid chance to score another touch down, by his unwillingness to 
 play the part of a modern Joseph ; Shelford, Boldero, and Lyon renewed 
 the hopes of the Navy by plucky attempts to shake off the Wanderers* 
 forwards ; Duffus (J. N.) made two swift rushes at the Navy goal line, and 
 then his brother adds another to his many memorable bits of work on the 
 foot-ball field by kicking a goal from the loose play following a protracted 
 and final scrimmage. One of the umpires shouted : " Goal ! Time ! ! 
 Damn ! ! ! " and the best game ever played in Halifax leaves the Wanderers 
 yet unbeaten, and adds another to their long list of decisive victories. 
 
The Wanderers' Cricket Tour. 
 
 35 
 
 It was my good fortune, in the summer of 1886, to accompany the Wanderers' Cricketers on their tour to 
 Montreal and Ottawa, as special correspondent for the Chronicle. Although the Wanderers were not 
 so successful as on a former tour, when a team Captained by Fuller played and won seven matches, 
 it must be borne in mind that the elevens visited during the Ottawa tour were of heavier cricketing 
 metal than those played by Fuller and his companions. But we had more enjoyment, my dear Fuller, 
 when travelling among our own people of the Maritime Provinces, 
 
 WITH THE WANDERERS. 
 
 Wayside Observations of the "Chronicle" Correspondent. 
 
 Impressions of the West Indian Team — Sight Seeing in Quebec. 
 
 iHEN, at the close of the Wanderers' cricketing tour of last season, 
 a committee was appointed and met in St. John for the purpose 
 of consulting with the Cricket Clubs of the Maritime Provinces 
 [upon the possibility of selecting an eleven to represent them during an 
 [extended tour of Canada, it seemed likely that such a team would be 
 :hosen. But the members of that Committee either relaxed their efforts 
 luring the winter months (when the memories of cricket are deadened by 
 |the interest taken in winter sports), or they found that, like as in other 
 schemes for maritime union, there were conflicting interests and opinions 
 jto be considered, which made it expedient to defer any unionist projects 
 for another season. Those who regret that the scheme to cull a repre- 
 sentative Maritime Province eleven from St. John, Truro, Moncton, 
 iussex, and Sydney Cricket Clubs was not successful, may console them- 
 selves with the knowledge that the present plucky venture of the Wand- 
 erers will at least serve to test the strength of opposing Clubs in the 
 irger Canadian cities. If the eleven now en route to meet the cricketers 
 |>f Montreal, Ottawa, and the West Indies, are defeated, then lovers of the 
 frand old game can devise means to organize the first proposed team 
 rom the Maritime Provinces for the summer of 1887. But if — and no 
 |tay-at-home members of the W. A. A. C. can realize the strength of 
 )urpose now animating its wandering representatives — victory should 
 again perch on the red and black banner of the Haligonian cricketers, 
 len the modesty of the reception accorded to them at the close of last 
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 able expression of joy an<? congratulation. For the present excursion of 
 the Wanderers is not to result in a meeting with cricketers who have not 
 the advantages in ground and training enjoyed by their opponents. It 
 may well be claimed that to emblazon on the banner of 1885, Stellarton^ 
 Pictou, Charlottetown, and Fredericton^ was not calculated to brighten 
 the eyes of Wanderers* admiring wives, sisters, and sweethearts, who had 
 seen their champions compete with the strength of the garrison and the 
 pick of the fleet. 
 
 But it would be pardonable to throw up our caps in a wild fever of 
 exultation, to ask members of the club to indulge in rejoicing, or to request 
 our girls to sport its colours if these youthful wearers of the red and black 
 can bat, bowl, and field successfully against the best cricketers of Canada, 
 and a chosen team from the far away West Indies. 
 
 By the way, when, on the road to this ancient and most interesting city 
 of Quebec, we purchased papers containing an account of the arrival in 
 Montreal of the West Indians, there was temporary amazement among 
 the Wandereis, created by the descriptions and records of their rival 
 visitors. For many of the West Indians are cricketers whose batting and 
 bowling averages are recorded in the annals of English schools and 
 colleges. But a cheery and thoughtful member of the Wanderers eleven 
 laughed to scorn all fears of opponents which were based simply upon 
 records. And as the majority of the West Indians are reported to be 
 " accompanied by their wives," we may reasonably infer that the Hali- 
 gonians will be mere coUs on the field where next Wednesday the first 
 eventful match is to be played. However, our boys — (and good, steady 
 boys they always prove themselves when the credit and reputation of their 
 club is entrusted to them during a tour among strangers) — have, in the 
 opinion of your correspondent, met the equals, so far as record tnaking is 
 concerned, of any of these West Indians, among the cricketers of the united 
 service in Halifax. 
 
 So we are not dismayed at the newspaper parade of the excellencies of 
 our opponents. We cannot describe our eleven in characters of fire, 
 although a diligent interviewer may discover one of the Wanderers with a 
 presentation bat, the plate on which records a score of 1 19 made for a good 
 English club against worthy foemen, and one might be inclined to admit 
 that the cricketers and foot-ballists of Merchiston v^ho hail from Halifax, 
 have not detracted from the glory of their school by their performances 
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 site to roam about the world or a corner of same. But no city seen by 
 me on either side of the Atlantic possesses the quaint and wonderful 
 attractions of old Quebec. Is there in all the world such another view as 
 that which fills the vision of any one who has had the rare good fortune 
 to stand on the top turret of the citadel and from that giddy height to see 
 the picturesque beauties of Quebec and its surroundings ? The Wander- 
 ers have seen Quebec under such circumstances on a cloudless summer 
 day. Even the baby of the team was heard to babble of the beauty oi 
 the scene as we walked along the ramparts immediately beneath the ele- 
 vation from which Mr. O'Brien, the President of the Royal Canadian 
 Academy, painted his picture for the Queen. Yesterday afternoon the 
 Wanderers drove to the celebrated falls of Montmorenci, and, 'tis needless 
 to say, were delighted with the view, to many of them novel and awe- 
 inspiring. We made the descent of the 397 steps leading to the foot of 
 the Falls, and submitted to be bathed in the cooling spray which obscures 
 ■with mist the last part of the downward journey. Of the ascent of that 
 precipitous staircase the most athletic of our party speak with becoming 
 respect for the endurance the journey demands. Even the wild rush 
 down the slope of a certain Pictou County coal mine during the tour of 
 last summer was not more fatiguing than the weary climb up Mont- 
 morenci Heights. But Montmorenci sharpened the appetites of all to a 
 degree which must astound the waiters who stand aloof in open-mouthed 
 wonderment at the table innings of the steadiest bat and best trencherman 
 of the W. A. A. C. 
 
 On Saturday an eleven from the Bellerophon played the Stadacona 
 
 Cricket Club and suffered defeat. In conversation with Mr. Herbert, we 
 
 learned that the scoring of both sides was very insignificant, and that the 
 
 inequalities of the ground made batting, with any degree of skill and 
 
 ertainty of favorable results, almost an impossibility. 
 
 I find that the apparent youthfulness of the Wanderers is exciting 
 .remark even in this hotel, the manager informing me this evening that our 
 cricketers were too young to compare with the Montrealers. Can it be 
 possible that youthfulness is a supposed bar to success even in field 
 sports ? Your representatives will make an effort to show the middle- 
 aged cricketers of Montreal, Ottawa, and the West Indies that the Wan- 
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 battle, and even should I have to chronicle defeat for the Haligonians, they 
 will return home benefited by comparing their cricket playing with that of 
 better known but not more popular elevens. Moreover, such an excursion 
 as that which the Wanderers are now enjoying with all the vim and untir- 
 ing energy of boyhood, serves to improve their minds, affording them, as 
 it does, an opportunity of seeing distant cities and noting the manners and 
 customs of people other than those with whom their daily lives in Halifax 
 are passed. 
 
 To-day (Monday) the members of the team now in Quebec purpose 
 proceeding to Montreal to witness the match between the West Indians 
 and Montrealers. In my next letter I hope to be able to give your readers 
 some idea of the cricketers with whom the Wanderers will struggle for 
 supremacy on Wednesday next. 
 
 Sunday evening was passed quietly and pleasantly on the promenade 
 overlooking the lower part of Quebec. Each player is animated with the 
 desire to doff his travelling tweeds and once again put on the flannels and 
 colors of the club whose cricketing reputation he is permitted to defend. 
 Stories of last year's tour are retold to amuse those who were not with us 
 on that memorable pilgrimage. And how we laugh as once again we are 
 . reminded of how the Wanderers' wicket-keeper astonished St. John, Hali- 
 fax, and himself by a score of " thirty-eight, not out ;" and, as he marched 
 off the field, was met by a sympathizer whose congratulations were waved 
 aside with the fretful remark, " Go away, Spuddy, don't speak to me ; I 
 could have stayed in for four years." And then, for the encouragement of 
 the infant of this year's eleven (Duffus), we tell of that glorious day when 
 the babies of 1885 (Cochran and Burns), in playing against the hospi- 
 table cricketers of St. John, were not separated until they had rolled up 
 eighty-six runs by faultless and steady batting. In these and similar remi- 
 niscences of by-gone cricket, we find food for pleasant gossip and reflection, 
 and, as the big yellow moon rises over the distant mountains and sheds a 
 blaze of light on the river, throwing out in bold relief the mighty hull and 
 lofty spars of the admiral's flagship, we wander to our temporary home in 
 the Saint Louis Hotel, now filled from basement to garret with an army of 
 summer tourists. 
 
The Wanderers' Cricket Tour. 
 
 89 
 
 |EFORE leaving Quebec on Monday morning the Wanderers drove 
 out to the cricket ground of the Stadacona Club on the Plains of 
 Abraham. The field fully merited the description of it we had 
 received from the Bellerophon cricketers, and the practice was unsatisfac- 
 tory and decidedly dangerous t6 batsmen. At 2.30 we left for Montreal 
 by the Canadian Pacific, and the journey was made lively and entertaining 
 for fellow passengers of the Wanderers by many an exchange of interna- 
 tional courtesies between them and French travellers. At Three Rivers 
 we succeeded in obtaining papers containing a full report of the result of 
 the match — Canada versus the United States; and when the news of the 
 victory of the Canadians was read out the spirit of the Haligonian cricket- 
 ers found vent in loud expressions of congratulation to the representatives 
 of the W. A. A. C. who had the good fortune to assist in the discomfiture 
 of the Americans, who were, according to the New York Herald, " out- 
 fielded, out-bowled, and out-batted " by their Canadian neighbors. 
 
 At nine o'clock in the evening we reached Montreal. Of the Canadian 
 Pacific railway station in that City I prefer to write very little — as we 
 have not yet found time to ascertain if there is any reasonable excuse for 
 the wretchedly pooi and insufficient accommodation afforded the travel- 
 ling public who are lured into patronizing the C. P. R. We were landed on 
 an uncovered platform, and it was raining hard. There were no friendly, 
 well-informed officials, as on the I. C. R., to direct the passengers where 
 and how to find an exit from the station. The few cabs in waiting were 
 driven by impudent and ignorant Frenchmen, who seemed to be subject 
 [to no control by the railway authorities, and without fear of the police. To 
 [add to our mortification, the luggage, for which we held the usual checks, 
 [was not forthcoming when wanted, and we were told that the baggage-car 
 fbeing full when the train left Quebec, the bulk of the baggage had been 
 left there to be forwarded by the next train. The millions expended in 
 the construction of this railway must have been lavished on the other end 
 of the line. I write of the C. P. R. as the Wanderers have found it, and will 
 [be glad to hear that our experience has not been that of other travellers.* 
 
 * What I have seen of the C. P. R. since 1886 has changed my opinion of the road, which I now regard 
 fas one of the best equipped and most enterprising lines of railway in the world, and as a triumph of engineer- 
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 cricket ground. I use the expression found our way, as a mild and 
 delicate reference to the absence of any guide or guides from the Cricket 
 Club of this City. If I am condemning unjustly the members of the M. C. 
 C, they are bound to forgive me. It may be their intention to atone for 
 apparent neglect of visitors from 7i far distant City. Nevertheless, 'tis true 
 that when the Haligonians arrived at Montreal last evening no represen- 
 tative of its Cricket Club appeared to welcome them. And when, on the 
 following morning, we visited them on their own grounds, our journey 
 thither was performed on foot, and unattended by any of the non-players 
 .of the Montreal Cricket Club. However, I do not repine. When the M. 
 C. C. visit Halifax we will be able to give them our ideas of receiving a 
 visiting club. 
 
 Upon arriving at the cricket ground we found the West Indians at 
 their first innings. They had been singularly unfortunate on the preceding 
 day. After playing for an hour the rain favored the batting team (Mon- 
 treal), whose first three wickets had fallen for next to nothing, and before 
 the professional (Lacey) and Liddell, an excellent bat, were disposed of 
 they ran up some 70 runs. The arrival of the Wanderers on the field 
 seemed to animate their fellow-visitors to Montreal with new life, and, 
 although in their first innings the West Indians did not show to advantage, 
 their second proved a veritable eye opener to both Montreal ers and 
 Haligonians. 
 
 When the West Indians went to the bat for the final innings they had 
 188 runs to make. Of these no were scored with the loss of three 
 wickets when time was called, and nearly all the spectators seemed to be 
 of the opinion that the draw was in favor of the gentlemen from the 
 tropics. Annand, of the Wanderers, played for the West Indians, and 
 although he did not, as cricketers say, "come off," his batting and fielding 
 was the subject of very favorable comment. 
 
 The grounds of the Montreal Cricket and Tennis Club are not, in my 
 opinion, so well kept as those of the W. A. A. C. The tennis courts ap- 
 pear to be the property of a separate and distinct clique of painfully select 
 people. There is only one gate to the grounds, and the patrons of tennis, 
 objecting to pay for admission to a cricket match, there was quite a breezy 
 discussion upon the rights and privileges of the upper ten who chose to 
 turn their backs upon the cricket field and the lower five who had to pay 
 for gazing at the foreign cricketers. I do not think that at any tiqie of 
 
The Wanderers' Cricket Tour. 
 
 41 
 
 the day there were fifty spectators on the cricket ground, and many of 
 these were friends of the Wanderers (not members of the Montreal 
 Cricket Club), who were eager to see and welcome them, and apparently 
 desirous to see the star of Halifax in the ascendancy — at least in cricket. 
 But enthusiasm over tennis seems to be the correct thing in Montreal, and 
 the best efforts of the visiting cricketers receive no smiles of encourage- 
 ment nor hand-clapping from the ladies of Montreal. In fact, cricket 
 seems to be a game of which the Montrealers know, and care to know, 
 nothing. This was clearly shown when this morning (Wednesday) the 
 visiting elevens commenced their advertised match, and played all day 
 before some twenty spectators, half a dozen of whom were reporters of 
 newspapers. 
 
 But although Montreal evinced no wish to watch a game they do not 
 understand, the Haligonians and West Indians fraternized and had a very 
 interesting game. In conversation with some of the gentlemen from 
 Jamaica, I learn that many of them have been well-known players for 
 English schools and colleges. They are evidently sincere in their praises 
 of the Wanderers' fielding, and are loud in their expressions of regret at 
 their inability to visit Halifax, where they seem to think any matches 
 played would have attracted more attention than in this very un-English 
 city. As the cricket tour is for many of the West Indians a summer 
 vacation, they are in search of social recreation to combine with cricket, 
 and from remarks dropped by Wanderers, their fellow visitors to Montreal 
 are beginning to think that Halifax would have proved a more pleasant 
 [resting place than this city. But to return to cricket. 
 
 As telegraphed by me this evening, the Wanderers' captain, winning 
 j the toss, elected to take the field, and, to bring this letter to a close, let 
 I me here say that they were kept on the said field for six hours under a 
 [scorching sun. Some of us questioned Henry's judgment in deciding to 
 jtest the West Indians' batting before giving them some of the sunshine 
 land leather hunting. But your correspondent thinks that the Wanderers' 
 jcaptain had every reason to believe that the crease would improve as the 
 iday grew older. When I have to chronicle that Thomson, Fuller, An- 
 Inand, Kaizer, Duffus, and Henry bowled in vain against the stubborn 
 Ibatsmen from the tropics, to whom the heat and glare of the sun was re- 
 jfreshing and homelike, your readers will be able to form an opinion, and 
 lit cannot be too favorable, of what sort of cricketers these West Indians 
 lare. However, everything must come to an end, and, at 5 o'clock, I 
 
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 closed the score-book with a big sigh over the task ahead of my poor 
 companion Wanderers, and shrieked to the last enquirer for the total 
 score "314." Of these runs 80 were contributed by the Canadians play- 
 ing for the West Indians, whose team is not yet complete. 
 
 And then the weary wearers of the red and black caps were sent to 
 the bat. Kaizer and Harris faced the bowlers. The latter succumbed to 
 a comparatively easy-to-play ball from Stewart, having scored only three. 
 Oxley followed. He had been particularly active on the field, securing 
 much applause ' ^aultless work. But, overpowered by heat and fatigue, 
 he scored four 1 then played one up and into the ready hands of Mr. 
 Isaacs. At time of writing Henry and Kaizer are keeping company and 
 playing steadily. Kaizer has scored two fours, a two, and a single, and, 
 if the wicket remains heavy, as to-day has proved it to be, I predict that 
 the West Indians will not easily dispose of our best batting representa- 
 tives. Annand is to follow the first to fall, and the Wanderers are looking 
 to him for a good addition to the score sheet. And now let me close this 
 letter by assuring the members and friends of the Wanderers' Amateur 
 Athletic Club that their tired cricketers are retiring to rest this night in 
 the assurance that the result of to-day's innings of the West Indians was 
 not owing to any weakness in the fielding of their opponents, who are 
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 fOUR telegraphic enquiry for news of the Wanderers reached me when 
 on the cricket field this morning watching the Haligonians fielding 
 against the batting of the Montreal Club and ground. The delay in 
 transmitting news of the Wanderers' defeat by the West Indians was not 
 owing to negligence on the part of your correspondent, and the telegraph 
 company have apologized for the inattention of their servant at the Balmoral 
 Hotel — where the Wanderers are comfortably quartered, paying for board 
 and lodging $2 per day. There was no desire on the part of the Wan- 
 derers to have the news of the West Indians' victory suppressed for even 
 a day, and, upon my return from the cricket field yesterday evening, I 
 despatched promptly a message which might well have been clothed in the 
 language of — was it Francis the First at the battle of Pavia who apprised 
 somebody of the result of that engagement with the historical utterance : 
 
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 "All is lost save honor." ? At all events, your readers now know the issue 
 of our meeting with a team of cricketers such as better clubs than the 
 Wanderers will be badly defeated by. I am ready to stake the reputation 
 of a careful observer of the national game of old England upon the pre- 
 diction (in print) that the gentU men players of the West Indies, with whom 
 we parted company last night at the Montreal station of the Canadian 
 Pacific Railway, will return home almost unbeaten. That the Montrealers 
 were able to make a drawn game of the first match played by the West 
 Indians since leaving Jamaica is not easily accounted for. All the sensible 
 members of the W. A. A. C. now in Montreal cheerfully admit that these 
 ex-captains, etc., of English college and school elevens were strong enough 
 as batsmen to play twenty-two of the Wanderers. And now, when referring 
 to the batting of the West Indians, let me draw attention to the evident 
 weakness of the Wanderers in this particular. Attention has been drawn 
 [again and again by onlookers at the games played here to the capital 
 fielding of the youthful cricketers from Halifax. These very references 
 to the \in\\\2LXi\. fielding of the Wanderers emboldens me to comment freely 
 and fearlessly upon their miserable batting. If the interested readers of 
 these letters of a warm supporter of the W. A. A. C. are not willing to 
 • accept the opinion of a critic who has not handled a cricket bat for the 
 ! past fifteen years, let me strengthen said opinion by stating that the best 
 men among the cricketing visitors from warm latitudes agree with me in 
 declaring that Henry ^ Duffus, Allison, and Annand are the only members 
 of the present eleven who can play a well delivered ball in a fashion to 
 j command the respect and admiration of well trained cricketers. 'Tis true 
 that Kaizer and Brookfield can be relied upon to contribute a fair quota 
 I of the runs made by the Wanderers in any ordinary match. But the 
 very scoring of the former attracts attention to the poor form of his run 
 [getting and successful defence of the wickets ; and the powerful driving 
 jof Brookfield is sadly offset by the awkwardness of his treatment of 
 jbowling which requires careful handling.* In Neal and Oxley, whose 
 melding has been so warmly commended by Montreal newspapers, the 
 jClub has two patient and careful players, spoiling for want of a season's 
 hard practice in free and easy handling of the bat. In this outspoken 
 condemnation of the batting of the eleven now representing the civilian 
 cricketers of Halifax, I have set down naught in malice, and my only pur- 
 [pose in thus writing is to stimulate the W. A. A. C. into securing, if only 
 
 • Both these cricketers have since made such criticism seem undeserved. 
 
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 for one season, the services of a good batting professional, who could, in 
 my opinion, make of the players mentioned showy as they are now useful 
 bats, and would undoubtedly pull batting material out of our crack 
 bowlers and ubiquitous wicket-keeper. 
 
 I did intend to pen a full report of the Wanderers vs. West Indian 
 match. But I find the task unpleasant — altho' the lesson taught by the 
 game may be useful. I told you, by telegraph, how the Wanderers' 
 patiently fielded all day under a blazing sun against the strongest batting 
 team I ^ .ve seen since, in 1878, the Australians met their first defeat from 
 Cambridge University. None of my readers will be interested in the 
 story of the Wanderers' half-hearted and hopeless attempt to make 314 
 runs — the total scoi e of the West Indians' first innings. Let those who 
 object to my kind criticism of the Wanderers' batting look at the scores 
 made in two innings against their opponents. Except for Henry's capitally 
 put together forty in the first innings, there is nothing to be proud of in 
 the recorded scores. 
 
 And now let me take back and swallow, if necessary, some of my 
 remarks upon the apparent indifference of the Montreal Cricket Club to 
 the presence of their visitors in this City. Possibly, as Mr. Cattermole of 
 " Private Secretary " fame would say, my stoccado with the pen at our 
 hosts on night of arrival may be attributed to liver. For we have been 
 well entertained since my complaint was breathed into a letter, the send- 
 ing of which I partly regret. To Mr. Stancliffe (the President), and other 
 members of the Montreal Cricket Club, we owe much for their courtesy 
 and kindness, and the caterers to comfort of visiting clubs in Halifax may 
 well accept a lesson in lunch-giving from those who have eaten daily the 
 carefully prepared meal tc which the Wanderers are regularly called by 
 their Montreal entertainers. 
 
 I am not in the mood to commence a report of the match now being 
 played between Montreal and Wanderers, and will leave particulars of the 
 same for my next letter. We are jubilant to-night at the prospects of 
 defeating vthe M. C. C. and ground. The present condition of the match 
 I have already wired to you. The Montrealers have commenced their 
 second innings, and Fuller and Allison have disposed of 5 wickets for 31 
 runs. If the Wanderers continue to field in the admirable manner of 
 to-day, and can collar Gough's bowling when taking their second innings, 
 I shall certainly have to telegraph good tidings to their numerous friends 
 and supporters in dear old Halifax. 
 
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 When the team first arrived here they had a Mascot with them. The 
 loss of the Mascot is, strange to say, not made a subject for mourning. 
 As an American humorist says of the carrying of Mascots by base-bail 
 teams — 'tis all very well to carry a Mascot to entertain the crowd, but it 
 takes all the team to entertain the Mascot, So ours has been sent away, 
 and, although we miss his round chubby face and engaging ways, his 
 absence admits of more attention being given to watching the game and 
 nursing the team. 
 
 Let me close this letter by saying that but for slight indisposition of 
 one of the bowlers the eleven and their attendants are well and apparently 
 happy. In leisure hours, when not engaged in describing the causes of 
 their sudden exits from the wickets, they are shooting Lachine Rapids 
 and doing the City. 
 
 R LTHOUGH beaten in the match with the Montreal Club and ground, 
 1^ the friends of the Wanderers never had better reason to be proud 
 of the cricketers of the club than is afforded them in the gallant 
 effort made to-day to obtain a victory under most discouraging circum- 
 stances. With Annand disabled, and Thomson too indisposed to play, 
 the Wanderers were sadly handicapped. And yet, as the annexed score 
 will show, the result was uncertain to the close of the match, and it seems 
 to be the general opinion that nothing, save the Wanderers' misfortunes, 
 and the presence of professionals on the Montrealers' eleven, saved the 
 latter team from defeat. The Wanderers are not discouraged, and venture 
 to think that they have shown their ability to cope with any cricket club in 
 Canada. The team will proceed to Ottawa to-morrow and play the crick- 
 eters of that city, and Bell, of the International team, on Monday and Tues- 
 day. Bell is a resident of Montreal, but the Wanderers are ready to meet 
 all comers, as they have done in both matches played. If Thomson is well, 
 the team hope to render an equally good account of themselves in Ottawa. 
 
 MONTREAL- First Innings. 
 
 Bell, b. Annand, 51 
 
 Brown, c. Kaizer, b. Annand, 10 
 
 Stancliffe, b. F'uller. 3 
 
 Lacey I professional), run out, 4 
 
 Pinkney, c. Annand, b. Fuller, 9 
 
 Gough, b. Annand, o 
 
 Smith, b. Annand, o 
 
 Barton, thrown out, Brookfield, ... 5 
 
 DufFus, b. Annand, 2 
 
 "Beever, run out, 14 
 
 Bourgeois, c. Kaizer, b, Annand,... iz 
 
 Trimble, not out, i 
 
 Extr.'u, , 8 
 
 Total, 119 
 
 WANDERERS — First Innings. 
 
 Kaizer, b. Gough 6 
 
 Oxiey, c. Bourgeois, b. Gough i 
 
 Neal, c. Beever, b. Gough, 5 
 
 Henry, b, Gough, 2 
 
 Allison, b. Gough, 12 
 
 Harris, hit wicket, b. Gough i 
 
 Duffus, b. Gough, 8 
 
 Annand, c. Lacey, b. Gough, 4 
 
 Brookfield, b. Gough, 31 
 
 Bligh, b. Gough, o 
 
 Cummings, not out, o 
 
 Fuller, b. Laccy, o 
 
 Extras .j_ 2 
 
 Total 73 
 
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 MONTREAL— Sf-cond Innings. 
 
 Bell, c. and b, Allison i8 
 
 Brown, run out, 2 
 
 StanclifTe, stp. Blight, b. Fuller, ... 2 
 
 Lacey, b. Fuller, 8 
 
 Pinkney, c. and b. Allison, 3 
 
 Beever, c. Henry, b. Fuller, 24 
 
 Gough, b. Fuller, 8 
 
 Smith, c. Brookfield, b. Fuller, 5 
 
 Barton, b. Allison, 10 
 
 Duffus, run out, 2 
 
 Bourgeois, not out, 5 
 
 Trimble, b. DuflFus, 3 
 
 Extras, 2 
 
 Total, 90 
 
 WANDERERS — Second Innings. 
 
 Allison, run out, p 
 
 Kaizer, b. Lacey, 16 
 
 Henry, c. Gough, b. Bourgeois, ... 26 
 
 Oxiey, b. Stancliffe, 34 
 
 Duffus, b. Lacey, o 
 
 Bligh, c. Gough, b. Lacey i 
 
 Neal, b. Gough, 11 
 
 Brookfield, I. b. w., Stancliffe, o 
 
 Annand, b. Stancliffe, o 
 
 Harris, not out, 9 
 
 Cummings, run out, o 
 
 Fuller, b. Stancliffe, 6 
 
 Extras, 5 
 
 Total, 
 
 117 
 
 I [ it! !1E'j11 h<< 
 
 Bowling Analysis — Wanderers. 
 
 J^irst Innings. 
 
 Runs. Wickets. Overs. Maidens. 
 
 13 6 
 
 25 9 
 
 26 13 
 6 2 
 
 5 3 
 
 25 12 
 
 8 2 
 
 8 I 
 
 4 3 
 
 Kaizer, 29 o 
 
 Fuller, 38 2 
 
 Annand, 30 6 
 
 Allison, 10 o 
 
 Second Innings. 
 
 Annand, .. 5 o 
 
 Fuller, 40 5 
 
 Kaizer, 19 o 
 
 Allison, ^3 3 
 
 Duffus, I I 
 
 Hill! 
 
 ET me now attempt to give you some account of the exciting game 
 of cricket played with the Montreal Cricket Club on Friday and 
 Saturday last, the closing incidents of which were watched with 
 breathless interest by your correspondent from the narrow confines of the 
 scoring box of the M. C. C. — a veritable oven on such an afternoon as 
 that of Saturday in this City of Montreal. 
 
 As I informed you by telegraph, the first innings of Montreal resulted 
 in 119 runs being put to their credit, to which total Mr. Bell, who has 
 played against the Wanderers in both matches, and is numbered amono- 
 their opponents at Ottawa, contributed 51 before he was clean bowled by 
 Annand. Lacey, the much dreaded professio7ial of the M. C. C, was 
 fortunately run out, a rare bit of testimony to the excellence of the Wand- 
 erers' fielding, which has gained for the Club a high place in the estima- 
 tion of Canadian cricketers. The very presence of Lacey ymong the 
 Montrealers gives to them confidence, and although he only obtained four 
 
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 wickets in the match against the Wanderers, the strength of his support 
 to the eleven he so ably coaches cannot be over-estimated. I am glad to 
 be able to write that this capital cricketer, who is of Nottingham, England, 
 entertains a high opinion of the Wanderers' fielding and bowling. He 
 states that the only weakness in the bowling is that 'tis " too straight," and 
 not offering sufficient temptation to batsmen who are inclined to touch any 
 ball not quite on the wicket. Pinckney, an ex-professional player, was 
 caught by Annand off Fuller's bowling, and the latter also broke through 
 the guard of Mr. Stancliffe, the President of the Club, who returned the 
 civility in the Wanderers' second innings. Annand, until strained severely, 
 was bowling in capital style, as scrutiny of the analysis sent by telegraph 
 will show. After disposing of Bell (51) he sent Messrs. Gough and Smith 
 to the pavilion with eggs, and Brown and Bourgeois, the last named a 
 French bowler with an eccentric delivery, were both caught by Kaiser off 
 Aniiand's bowling. And all this time the Wanderers in the field were 
 winning rounds of applause for pretty and useful work. 
 
 When the Wanderers commenced their first innings, they seemed to 
 
 be unable to stand up against the mid-day sun and the capital bowling of 
 
 Mr. Gough (an official of the Bank of Montreal), captain of the M. C. C. 
 
 Messrs. Kaizer, Henry, Allison, Duffus, Brookfield, and Bligh were all 
 
 [clean bowled by this Montreal Spofforth, and he can also claim the catches 
 
 [which disposed of Messrs. Oxley, Neal, and Annand. 
 
 The Wanderers' batting performance in their first innings was not 
 [creditable, save for the powerful driving of Brookfield for a score of 31, 
 made up of a five, two fours, three threes, three twos, and three singles, and 
 [the really pretty batting of Allison for a dozen, containing only one single. 
 
 Some idea of the task ahead of the Wanderers when, at 5 p. m. on 
 [Friday, their first innings closed for 73, may be gained from a brief con- 
 Isideration of the circumstances under which they were now playing. 
 [Annand, whose effective bowling contributed so largely to the Montrealers' 
 Idownfall for 119 in their first innings, was disabled, and Thomson, the 
 ilways steady and useful companion of Fuller, was among the spectators, 
 [being indisposed. But even with the team thus weakened, the Wanderers 
 [went out at five o'clock, prepared for clock-work fielding, in the effort to 
 [keep the Montrealers' score in their second innings within beating limits. 
 [" With forty-six runs to the bad and out of luck l^ as a gloomy member of 
 the club remarked, ^^ our task is 't an easy one, but we' II show them that 
 hhe lower provinces are not to be despised^ 
 
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 Well, before six o'clock five Montreal wickets were down for 31 runs, 
 and among the fallen batsmen were Bell and Lacey, the former caught and 
 bowled for 18 by Allison, who disposed of the ex-professional, Pinckney, 
 in the same fashion, and Lacey's wickets beautifully razed by Fuller, off 
 whose bowling Stancliffe was stumped by Bligh. Perhaps the Wanderers 
 were somewhat too jubilant over the outcome of their' work on Friday 
 evening. For the next morning the Montrealers rolled up 19 runs in five 
 overs off Allison, whose slows, in the searching light of the forenoon, were 
 a fatal blow, as it proved, to the Wanderers' chances. To the 31 of the 
 previous night a Mr. Beever added 24, before Henry, ever watchful for 
 catches, sent this capital cricketer to mingle with the onlookers at the 
 game. And then the M. C. C. Captain, Gough, contributed eight to the 
 total of his side before he became one of five victims to Fuller's bowling. 
 But of what avail to recite how the Montrealers converted the 31 of Friday 
 night into a total score of 90 at high twelve on Saturday. The last wicket 
 was captured by Duffus, for whose bowling services Captain Henry might 
 well have called earlier, as the analysis of this youthful Wanderer shows 
 four overs, three maidens, one run, and one wicket. 
 
 So, at 12 o'clock on Saturday, the Wanderers knew what was required 
 of them to score a victory over the M. C. and ground — one hundred and 
 thirty-seven runs. Let us follow them in their innings, and note how and 
 when the game was lost, although, in the opinion of many here, the glory 
 belongs to the defeated, whose total score was 117. 
 
 Allison and Kaizer first faced the Montreal bowlers, Gough and Lacey 
 (professional). The former should be urged by brother cricketers to prac- 
 tice running. After gaining much applause, and scoring nine runs, he was 
 run out — would it be unkind to say by Kaizer? And then the batting 
 and fielding mainstay of the Wanderers, Henry, joined Kaizer, and our \ 
 spirits rose, and we split our throats with encouraging shouts as twos and | 
 threes and fours weie added to the score so rapidly as to silence Mon- 
 trealers at the pavillion, who had, been hoping that the M. C. C. " would | 
 not win by too much." Alas ! how quickly our spirits fall to zero when \ 
 Kaizer (16) is bowled by the dangerous professional, and Henry drives a 
 warm one into the waiting hands of Gough, after a rattling innings for 26. j 
 And then Duffus trots away from the wicket with an unbroken ^%^- 
 another wicket to Lacey. He is followed by Bligh, caught by Gough off! 
 the professional's bowling, for c.ie run. But the game is not yet lost, andj 
 again the Wanderers' hand-ciapping startles the swarm of flies hoveringj 
 
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 for 31 runs, 
 caught and 
 [, Pinckney, 
 T Fuller, off 
 : Wanderers 
 : on Friday 
 I runs in five 
 renoon.were 
 he 31 of the 
 watchful for 
 okers at the 
 eight to the 
 ler's bowling. 
 : 31 of Friday 
 tie last wicket 
 Henry might 
 inderer shows 
 
 t was required 
 
 > hundred and 
 
 note how and 
 
 lere, the glory 
 
 igh and Lacey 
 keters to prac- 
 le runs, he was 
 en the batting 
 laizer, and our | 
 uts as twos and 
 o silence Mon- 
 [. C. C. "wouldl 
 U to zero when 
 Henry drives a] 
 ; innings for 26. 
 nbroken egg— I 
 It by Gough offl 
 lot yet lost, and I 
 )f flies hovering 
 
 in the summer air around the scorer's box, as Oxley and Neal make their 
 now famous effort to gain the day for Halifax. The pleasant possibility ' 
 of victory looms up into almost certainty as Oxley retires, bowled by Stan- 
 cliffe, and the bulletin board records 34 runs to his credit. Bravo ! Oxley, 
 And even when Neal fails to appreciate the break of a ball delivered by 
 Gough, and is cheered for his well earned eleven, we have Brookfield and 
 Annand left to figh : for the red and black standard. What is this ? An 
 appeal to the umpire, who declares that Brookfield's legs should not 
 occupy that spot of ground immediately in front of the wicket, to which 
 the bowler can lay claim unless the bat gets there first. And so Brookfield 
 trudges off to be condoled with when our fever of anxiety is over. For 
 Annand is left. He is lame, and takes a runner to the wicket, and then 
 they both are called back to us — richer by one ^^<g, owing to Stancliffe's 
 bowling. The bowler. Fuller, makes a dying effort to avert defeat, and 
 i adds six to the total. Harris, in a way the other Wanderers seem unable 
 to understand, actually scores nine, after running out his companion, Cum- 
 mings, and the game is over. The Wanderers are beaten by nineteen runs. 
 And yet, they feel as if the day's playing had resulted in a victory. For 
 they have clearly shown that they need not be ashamed to claim recog- 
 nition from the best cricket clubs in all Canada, and they have maintained 
 their right to consideration when future international matches are being 
 arranged for. 
 
 If I fail to tell you of what the Wanderers said and did after 3 p. m. 
 on Saturday, when the match was concluded, it is because each member 
 of the club is free to seek his own amusements when not representing 
 Halifax on the cricket field. Some of us witnessed one of the exciting 
 lacrosse matches in which Montreal takes so much interest. As played 
 Iby the Shamrocks and Cornwalls, it seemed to me to be a rough game, 
 although one's admiration of the players' skill, fleetness of foot, and en- 
 idurance subdues your disgust over an occasional stand up fight between 
 [the contesting clubs. 
 
 I can understand now why Montreal does not support and patronize 
 [cricket. The majority of its people have not the taste and time to give to 
 [such a quiet game. 
 
 Let me again refer to the kindness of some of the members of the 
 [M. C. C. There are many of them for whom the Wanderers will be un- 
 [able to do enough when our present ho...s become our visiting guests, 
 llf aught said in previous letters of the coldness of our reception has given 
 
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 offence, let me acknowledge that my remarks, like those of certain Mon- 
 treal newspapers, were too hastily penned. 
 
 Yesterday some of us shot the Lachine Rapids. For the information 
 of those who may visit Montreal, let me here say that, although to many 
 Wanderers disappointing, the excursion is worth its cost — fifty cents. 
 One of our party, Ivo, complained that the experience was not such as he 
 had been led to expect from a study of the picture of " Shooting Lachine 
 R.apids " in school geographies. 
 
 However, travel corrects many wrong impressions conveyed by books 
 and by those who see things in a different light from our Wanderers. I 
 must admit that the passage of the Lachine rapids, however exciting it 
 might prove in a canoe, is not sufficiently seasoned with a spice of danger 
 to make it alluring to those who look for something thrilling. 
 
 But so long as the rapids exist this eminently plausible fiction of the 
 pitching and tossing steamer and its freight of awe-struck passengers will 
 lure the tourist into financial ruin and a visit to Lachine. I laugh now at 
 the drollery of the Wanderers' wicket-keeper, who, when our steamer was 
 really running through the worst spot of these troubled waters, strolled 
 over to the deck-house, through the open window of which one sees four 
 men (does the work demand their services, or are the extra men put on 
 for effect ?) at the wheel of the steamer, and attracting the attention of one 
 of the quartette with, " Say, Boss ! " asked " are these the rapids ? " His 
 matchless effrontery and dry humor is a perfect bonanza to the more timid 
 of our party who dread disputing with gesticulating French Jehus, and 
 are afraid to question strangers as to their whereabouts. 
 
 This evening at eight we start for Ottawa to play the last match of the 
 tour, and even if defeat awaits the Wanderers they will return to Halifax 
 benefited by fresh air and exercise, and happy in the knowledge of having 
 put a summer vacation to some use in establishing the reputation for good 
 cricket now enjoyed by the W. A. A. C. 
 
 * ■ 
 
 *HE Wanderers left: Montreal on Sunday evening, and arrived; at 
 Ottawa at 11.30. Our experience of the Canada Pacific Railway 
 proved equally surprising when we arrived at the Montreal depot of 
 the C. P. R. to take the train for Ottawa as when^w ronte to Montreal 
 from Quebec, at which latter station our luggage was left " to be for\yarded 
 by nbxl train," so a conductor informed us. To reach the uncovered plat- 
 
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 form of the railway one has to descend several flights of stairs. The baggage 
 room is at the entrance to said staircase, and from said room trunks, port- 
 manteaus, etc., are lowered by a lift or dumb zvaiter to the train. When 
 the Wanderers arrived with some fifteen pieces of baggage to be checked 
 for Ottawa, the one official entrusted with the work of this department was 
 eagerly questioned as to the possibility of our belongings being left behind. 
 The baggage checker readily admitted that, unless he was " helped," the 
 possibility would become a certainty. So the Wanderers yiV/fl'fdf otd. The 
 captaiji affixed the checks, and called out the numbers to the entering 
 clerk (Baby), and the rest of the eleven, assisted by the official of the C. 
 P. R., sent that baggage to the platform below in the quickest time on 
 record. I now believe the stories of travellers who complairw that the 
 management of the C. P. R. is so faulty that passengers and their baggage 
 seldom journey by the same train. Let us hope that if the C. P. R. obtain 
 the contract for the English mail service an occasional bag of letters will 
 not be left behind " for the next steamer." * 
 
 At Ottawa we obtained comfortable quarters in the Grand Union hotel 
 (managed by Mr. Minns, late of Brunswick house, Moncton), and during 
 our stay there we met Mr. Martin J. Griffin, Librarian at Ottawa, to whose 
 kindness and courtesy we owe much of our enjoyment of the sights of 
 Ottawa. Judge Henry and the Minister of JusUce were spectators at the 
 cricket match, and warmly congratulated the Wanderers on their victory, f 
 
 And now to tell the story of the victory over the Ottawa cricketers — 
 a victory glorious enough to efface recollections of our misfortune at 
 Montreal, and sufficient to justify my frequently expressed opinion that 
 the Wanderers are strong enough to play and win matches with any Club 
 in Canada. On the Saturday preceding the arrival of the Haligonians the 
 Ottawa Club had been defeated, by the West Indians, and although that 
 match was close enough to give the Ottawa cricketers confidence in their 
 ability to beat the Wanderers with ease, the former accepted the services 
 of Mr. Bell, of Montreal. As every eleven the Wanderers have met dur- 
 ing their tour has been strengthened by said eleven securing the best 
 
 * These remarkf do not apply to the present management of the C. P. R., as its offici.ils are now noted 
 for their attention in the comfort of passengers. I hope Sir George Stephen will note the repentance and 
 apology of " Vagrant,'' and enable that Wanderer to cross the Rocky Mountains in search of the attractions 
 of the C. P. R., etc., etc. I shall be glad to expiate my offence, McPherson. Vagrant. 
 
 t At one time during this match the late Mi-. Justice Henry, the Minister of Justice, Mr. Griffin, and Mr. 
 D. B. Woodworth, were the only spectatoirs. 
 
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 players from other clubs, our boys said little when the international 
 cricketer pursued them to Ottawa and appeared on the field for the third 
 time to play against visitors from far away Nova Scotia. 
 
 Well, at II o'clock on Monday morning the Wanderers found their 
 way to the beautiful cricket ground at R ideau Hall. It seemed strange to 
 us that visiting cricketers should have to ask a friendly policeman to direct 
 them to the cricket grounds But a happy and charitable thought has 
 served to remove from our minds any impression of neglect on the part 
 of our hosts : The West Indian Cricketers have been ahead of the Wand- 
 erers throughotU the tour. The W. A. A. C. are the secotid circus on the 
 road, and attract little attention until its cricketers" commence to play, 
 and thei> * * * let us return to the story of the match. 
 
 The Ottawa Captain won the toss, and elected to take the first innings. 
 Thomson and Fuller are the bowlers on a crease which occasional showers 
 is fast making slippery. Bell, of the International, and Steele are the 
 batsmen. Both bowlers are well on the wicket, and the first six overs 
 only show one run. And then the game grows interesting. Steele is 
 caught and bowled by Thomson for seven runs, and is succeeded by one 
 of the trio of Ottawa cricketers, named Smith. The new arrival at the 
 wicket is caught by Neal off the same bowler, and Bell, forgetting for an 
 evil moment the excellence of the Wanderers' fielding, is run out. The 
 next Smith fails to play the third slow ball from Allison, who has suc- 
 ceeded Fuller, and Brunei is unable to keep DufTus from finding the way 
 to the stumps. And then came a lengthened stand. Wilson and Coste 
 add 67 to the score before the last named is caught by Bligh, who in the 
 .same over off Allison's, catches the last of the Smiths. The ninth man, 
 Lawrence, is beautifully caught by Harris off the same bowler, and Taylor 
 is cleaned bowled by Duffus. The last man is making a final stand for 
 Ottawa, when Henry relieves Allison. The first ball from the Wanderers' 
 Captain is cut sharply by Nutting into the hands of Kaiser, and the first 
 innings for Ottawa is over. 
 
 One hundred and eighteen runs, last man 5, is the announcement which 
 confronts the Wanderers from the excellent bulletin board of the Ottawa 
 Club, as our boys run into the pavillion to await their innings, and discuss 
 the probabilities of winning the last match of their tour. The nurse of the 
 club looks anxious-eyed, as the Captain jots down for the scorers the order 
 of in-going, and a consultation results in strengthening the centre of the 
 batting eleven. The Ottawa players go to the field with commendable 
 
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 :ernational 
 r the third 
 
 ound their 
 
 strange to 
 111 to direct 
 lought has 
 )n the part 
 
 the Wand- 
 rcus on the 
 ce to play, 
 
 irst innings, 
 nal showers 
 iele are the 
 St six overs 
 . Steele is 
 eded by one 
 rrival at the 
 ;etting for an 
 in out. The 
 vho has suc- 
 ling the way 
 )n and Coste 
 h, who in the 
 e ninth man, 
 ;r, and Taylor 
 inal stand for 
 le Wanderers' 
 r, and the first 
 
 icement which 
 of the Ottawa 
 rs, and discuss 
 be nurse of the 
 orers the order 
 2 centre of the 
 commendable 
 
 promptitude. They have been at the bat all day, and their friends in the 
 pavillion (on the roof of which, let me tell the committee of the W. A. A. 
 C, is excellent seating accommodation for four hundred people) talk con- 
 fidendy of victory, advancing the weak argument that the red and black 
 capped batsmen have not exceeded ii8 in a single innings; that the O. 
 C. C. will make a big score " to-morrow ; " Bell is good for fifty or sixty 
 instead of six, and Steele didn't " come off," etc. Let me, like a school 
 boy, recall some of these ^hveen the acts incidents of the match, and exult 
 a little over the discomfiture of Ottawa, for we are inclined to swagger 
 to-day, and the scarlet and black caps and jackets of the eleven, and the 
 rosettes of similar colored ribbons worn by the non-combatants of the W. 
 A. A. C, are now attracting a little more attention than before the match. 
 Let us enjoy the victory. We have borne defeat, under aggravating cir- 
 cumstances, in silence. 
 
 So the Wanderers are in ; Kaizer and Allison facing the bowling of 
 Messrs. Coste and Steele. Each bowler is credited with a maiden and 
 then Kaizer commences his useful work of breaking the bowling. 
 
 "Slow we counted them — run for run,— 
 Loud we boasted the cut for one. 
 And treasured the single bye." 
 
 The scores of Allison and Kaizer were useful contributions of 19 and 
 
 21. Allison was caught by Taylor off Coste's bowling, and Kaizer was 
 
 conquered by a ball from Wilson. Harris, playing carefully, made four 
 
 runs, and was then caught by Wilson, and Neal following, played one into 
 
 the ready hands of Bell. Duffus cut one from Coste for two, only to be 
 
 caught on the next ball by Nutting. The last three batsmen have fallen 
 
 for six runs, and the telegraph shews y^z'^ wickets down for §0 rims. And 
 
 then we obtained an illustration for a verse of the old Harrow song: 
 
 "Lords, 1873." 
 
 " And when at the last we trembling said, 
 'Can any one now be found 
 To keep, with valour of hand and head, 
 For a hundred runs, his ground ? 
 Somebody — ah! he would, we knew — 
 Somebody played it steadily through ! " 
 
 Oxley and Henry faced the bowling together on the downfall of Neal 
 and Duffus. An Ottawa newspaper in its report of the match describes 
 the innings of Henry and Oxley thus : " Thenceforth ensued one of the 
 finest exhibitions of batting ever seen in Ottawa. Fours, fives, and sixes 
 
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 followed one another fast and furious. For an hour and a half the bats- 
 men defied all efforts of the bowlers to dislodge them, while the spectators 
 cheered themselves hoarse, and when stumps were drawn at six o'clock 
 they had brought the score from 50 up to 186, both being no^ out. They 
 averaged more than a run a minute while they were in. It is doubtful if 
 this has ever been paralleled on the Rideau Hall ground." 
 
 I know that this extract from the Ottawa Evening Journal was penned 
 by a Haligonian, now resident in Ottawa, who is apt to be loud in mo- 
 ments of exultation. But I am inclined to endorse every word of ♦^he 
 above extract, even whilst regretting that he, the writer of this glowing 
 account, did not admit that the bowlers were on slippery ground and 
 broken by the stubborn resistance of Kaizer and Allison. However, if 
 bowlers are handicapped by slippery ground and a wet ball, the batsmen 
 are as frequently deceived in playing a ball which hangs owing to state of 
 ground, and then again the batsmen may slip when running between 
 wickets. Moreover, the Ottawa players enjoyed similar advantages, if 
 such they are, in the first innings — and they know it. • 
 
 On Tuesday morning the match was resumed, and the interest of both 
 sides was centred in Henry's ability to convert the 87 of the previous day 
 into his first century. It was not to be. At 92 the international player, 
 Bell, caught the hero of the match off Brunei's bowling, and Henry was 
 cheered and congratulated again and again as he gave way to Brookfield. 
 This player added 18 to the score before the ill-luck, which has pursued 
 him since he joined the eleven, was shown in Oxley's call for a short run, 
 \vhich Brookfield's lameness would not admit of 
 
 Bligh, whose wicket-keeping has attracted attention during the tour, 
 joined Oxley. To the latter Bell delivered a ball which was played into 
 Steele's hands, and Henry's able supporter was disposed of And if the 
 W. A. A. C. fails to present Oxley with a bat for the care and patience 
 which has distinguished his play throughout the tour, and gained for him 
 jj in the Ottawa match, he ought to connect himself with a more appre- 
 ciative body of cricketers. 
 
 Thomson and Fuller added one to the score, the latter then being 
 qualified to sympathize with Brookfield, who was ru7i out, and Bligh, with 
 one run and a large " not out " to his credit, strode in from the field to 
 put on his gloves. 
 
 The full score of the Wanderers (230) gave them a lead of 112 runs, 
 and yet the Ottawa cricketers were not discouraged and openly talked of 
 
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 a drawn match, that Bell would be In all day, etc., etc. But they under- 
 estimated the energy and determination of the Wanderers when serious 
 work is ahead of them. E)very Wanderer, as he returned to the field after 
 lunch, was bent on showing the Ottawa men that the defeat of the Hali- 
 gonians in Montreal could not be repeated in Ottawa, and that with the 
 game in their hands and dependent only on good fielding and bowling, 
 the Wanderers would not be satisfied with a draw in their favor. So Ful- 
 ler, Thomson, and Dufiiis set to work, well supported by the field, to keep 
 the Ottawa score within beating limit by one innings. And they did it. 
 
 Steele, the first man, was run out (Ottawa umpire decision), owing to 
 his companion's indifference about the Wanderers' sharp fielding. Then 
 Smith the first was magnificently caught by Harris. The dreaded Bell, 
 caught by Brookfield, retired for i8 runs, and Brunei and Wilson were 
 both caught by Bligh. Smith the second followed Wilson to the pavilion, 
 caught by Oxley. Lawrence and Nutting were clean bowled by Duffus 
 in two consecutive balls, and Smith the third and last was caught and 
 bowled by Fuller. The Captain of the Wanderers gathered in a catch 
 put up by the tenth man, and the blackboard only showed 64 runs. 
 
 The Wanderers are the victors by an innings and 48 runs. I do not 
 like to praise the Wanderers for their fielding in the second innings, 
 and yet they deserve your plaudits for yesterday's work. Look at the 
 record of Ottawa's second innings ! Seven nien caught and two clean 
 bowled. It was not the Wanderers' day for missing anything that rose a 
 foot from the ground. The "honorable Ivo," when strolling homeward 
 to the hotel, was heard to say, " Look here, boys, I could have caught a 
 rattlesnake if one had been thrown to me behind that wicket to-day." 
 
 OTTAWA. 
 
 First Innings. 
 
 B. H. Steele, c. and b. Thomson, 7 
 
 B. T. A. Bell, run out, 6 
 
 A. C. Smith, c. Neal, b. Thomson,..; 5 
 
 J. J. Smith, b. Allison, .' o 
 
 G. Brunei, b. Duffus, 9 
 
 W. J. Wilson, not out, 38 
 
 L. Coste, c. Bligh, b. Allison, 29 
 
 E. J. Smith, c. Bligh, b. Allison, o 
 
 C. L, Lawrence, c. Harris, b. Allison, 2 
 
 P. B. Taylor, b. Duffus, 5 
 
 J. P. Nutting, c. Kaiser, b. Henry 5 
 
 Extras, 12 
 
 Total,.. 
 
 .118 
 
 Second Innings. 
 
 B. H. Steele, run out, o 
 
 J. J. Smith, c. Harris, b. Thomson 8 
 
 B. T. A. Bell, c. Brookfield, b. Fuller, i8 
 
 G. Brunei, c. Bligh, b. Duffus, 15 
 
 W. J. Wilson, c. Bligh, b. Fuller, o 
 
 A. C. Smith, c. Oxley, b. Duffus, 4 
 
 C. L. Lawrence, b. Duffus, o 
 
 J. P. Nutting, b Duffus, 3 
 
 E. J. Smith, c. and b. Fuller, 1 
 
 P.B.Taylor, not out, 10 
 
 L. Coste, c. Henry, b. Fuller, i 
 
 Extras, 5 
 
 Total, 64 
 
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 WANDF.RF.RS, 
 
 W. G. Hniokfleld, run out, 18 
 
 V. P. Hligh, not out, i 
 
 W. Thomnon, c. C"o«te, b. Bell o 
 
 L.J. Fuller, nui out i 
 
 Kxtrax 19 
 
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 4 
 
 30 
 
 38 
 
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 16 
 
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 11 
 
 F. A. Kaixcr, b. WlUon 19 
 
 K. Allison, c. Taylor, b. Coste, 31 
 
 J. Hiirris, c. Wilson, b. Smith 4 
 
 W. Ncal, Jr., c. Hell, b. Coste o 
 
 W, A. r>uffu», c. Nutting, b. Coite 2 
 
 W. A. Henry, Jr., c. Hell, b, Hrunel, 9a 
 
 H.()xley,c. Steel, b. Hell 53 Total,.. 
 
 Beating Ottawa by one innings and 48 runs, 
 
 HowLiNU Analy.sis. 
 Ottawa — 2nii Innings, 
 M. 
 
 DufTuR, 12 
 
 Fuller 8 
 
 Thomson, 3 
 
 And so the Wanderers won the match and are supremely happy, and, 
 to return to the songs of Harrow once again, and without taking much of 
 a liberty with Mr. Bowen's verse, we may sing: 
 
 " And ever when Wanderers toil in vain, 
 And Wanderers' hopes are low, 
 May patience come to the rescue then, 
 And pluck with the patience go; 
 And in all, and more tiian all, our play, 
 Somebody do as we did to-day." 
 
 Our holiday is over and has passed to its place among the things that 
 were. 
 
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 The following open letter to some hotel keepen, kiuiwn to the writer, was written for and read to the memljcrj 
 of the Maritime Provinces Commercial Traveilcrs Association some yc;ir» ago. Members of the Asso- 
 ciation report great improvements in hotel accotiimcJation since the period of which this sketch treal^. 
 
 THE COMMERCIAL PILGRIM. 
 
 ^ DituK ATRii TO Some HtTKL Kubmbrs in thr Makitimr Pkovinces. 
 
 1AM a traveller. I do not travel for pleasure. If in pursuit of pleasure 
 no sane man would peregrinate through the Provinces of Nova Scotia 
 and New Brunswick, relying upon wayside inns for the shelter and 
 comfort so much piized, so greatly missed by the v/eary, hungry tourist 
 — commercial or otherwise — who has a home. 
 
 It is not my intention, in telling tales of the wayside inns of the Mari- 
 time Provinces, to attempt any defence of commercial travellers, their habits 
 and customs, manner and behaviour. The " bagman " of the period may 
 be all that indignant landlords and affronted landladies picture him. But 
 *tis the duty of the host to be blind to the peculiarities of his guest. 
 Therefore, the lordly host of the " Crown and Sceptre," and the saucy 
 mistress of "The Golden Goose ".have no right to remark upon the 
 fastidious appetite and peculiar tempeiament of the gentleman in No. 15. 
 The occupant of the room in question is not only the guest of the house; 
 he also pays fur polite attendance and ho.spitality. Does not the bill 
 rendered to No. 15 distinctly state the charges for bed, board, and attend- 
 ance? This bill, when receipted, is the evidence of a commercial trans- 
 action between guest and host, and the former is fairly entitled to the 
 privilege of insisting upon the latter's fulfilment of his part of the contract 
 in the feeding and bedding of the guest that fate, circumstance, or the 
 decrees of what we term business, have made a traveller of. 
 
 No sensible Boniface will dien deny me the sweet satisfaction of penning 
 my opinions upon those of his brethren who fail in their duty towards one 
 who is ever and always on the wing, dependant upon the village inn for 
 iood and home comforts, and who is thus qualified by actual experience 
 to criticise the bill of fare, and to praise or condemn the housekeeping in 
 his temporary home. I do not wish to reduce the relationship existing 
 between the hotel guest and his landlord to the dead level of a bargain for 
 
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 food and lodging at a given sum. Such an arrangement might disturb 
 many a friendship existing between this wanderer and his roadside friends 
 of the " Golden Fleece," and the " Goose and Gridiron." I love, wher 
 quartered 'neath their hospitable roof, to feel myself a real guest, to be 
 able to listen and laugh at droll stories of guests who exhibit the humorous 
 side of drunkenness ; to be able to smoke at the same fireside, and narrate 
 tales of distant cities ; to feel privileged to commiserate with my comely 
 hostess in her household cares and anxieties ; and to know that if I am 
 forced to complain of the incivility of the "boots," or the sauciness of his ' 
 sweetheart, the chamberma'd, that they will be reproved, and myself not 
 condemned for pointing out to my host a weakness in his staff of servants, 
 and a something that seriously interferes with the comfort of his guest. 
 
 In my musings by the firesides of wayside inns I have never yet found 
 any excuse for the landlord who lures the traveller to his house by adver- 
 tisements rivalling the posters of the circus proprietor, the interior of 
 whose tents never contam one half of the attractions represented in rain- 
 bow hued placards on the outside of the canvas. Compared with the 
 deceptive descriptions of some country houses of entertainment for man 
 and beast, and the bills of fare of many city hotels, there is a very refresh- 
 ing simplicity in the rough exactness of the sign displayed over the door- 
 w ay of a far western tavern : 
 
 Dinner, $o 5J 
 
 A Square Meal 75 > 
 
 A Regular Bust, , i 00 
 
 Our friend of the west does not lure travellers into his house by any 
 such artifices as those adopted by the landlord of the web in that pleasing 
 parable of the spider and the fly. The owner of the ..winging signboard 
 referred to does not claim for his house that it is the best and most com- 
 fortable in that section of the country, with good stabling, first-class 
 sample rooms, and (as an extra inducement) splendid trout-fishing in the 
 immediate neighborhood. No. He merely states that there are gradations 
 in the cost and variety of the dishes laid before the simple voracity of the 
 devourer of the plain 50 cent dinner and the epicurean taste of the gentleman 
 who asks for a "more brilliant repast*" at a cost of $1. Such candor is 
 refreshing in these modern times. I am not an epicure. I do not object 
 fo plain and simple fare. I would not protest against being fiHed with 
 food and charged for same according to the change in my bodily weight 
 before and after dinner. Such a plan of payment would save me many 
 
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 a dollar when my appetite has been swept away by the surroundings of 
 the dinner set before me. 
 
 We have all heard the result of the first introduction of the weighing 
 system into a western eating house. A gaunt grim stranger planked his 
 form down on the scales at the dining room door and turned the beam at 
 165 pounds. He then took a 25 pound weight from his hat and placing 
 the load in his pocket sat down to dinner. At the close of the entertain- 
 ment he left the weight under the table, and on emerging from the room 
 the scales shewed the landlord in his guest's debt to the tune of $3.75 for 
 loss in weight. 
 
 And now let me enumerate a few of the grievances nursed by profes- 
 sional travellers against the so-called hotel of the Lower Provinces. It 
 may be that many readers of this record of undeserved suffering and dis- 
 comfort experienced " on the road " will say that I grossly exaggerate the 
 evils and conceal the redeeming features. Such a sceptic cannot do better 
 than take a winter trip through the Provinces. If he survive or should 
 return a confirmed invalid, a sufferer from rheumatism contracted between 
 damp sheets, or a martyr to dyspepsia resultant from struggles with half- 
 cooked meats and curious compounds of indigestible messes stuffed into 
 pie crusts of the toughness of ship biscuits, he will readily endorse my 
 statements. If my friend the sceptic aforesaid arrives home in good 
 health he may safely consider his constitution more horse-like than 
 human. Or, if he denies that there is truth in my story, then he must 
 have found resting places such as the Commercial Travellers' Association 
 are in quest of, and he ought, in the cause of humanity, to publish the sign 
 boards of the unknown inns. 
 
 Mr. Pilgrim, representing the well-known house of Sharp «& Pushem, 
 arrives at the depot of the little town of Sleepyville at 10 p. m. He is 
 landed with all the impedimenta of a commercial traveller on the un 
 covered platform of the station, and long after the whistle of the train 
 has died in distance he stands in the drizzling rain waiting for help from 
 the hotel, the lights of which are observable from where poor Pilgrim is 
 thinking over all the naughty words he learned when a boy. It would 
 be easy for the landlord of the Sleepyville hotel to attend the train in 
 person or to send the inevitable half-witted boy who is just strong enough 
 to raise a trunk to the wheel of his team from whence the same is then 
 permitted to fall within an inch of Mr. Pilgrim's corns. But punctuality 
 is an unknown virtue in Sleepyville. So our long suffering tourist who 
 
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 has been journeying from the last town on the car seat next to a red- 
 hot stove is left on the platform of the station just long enough to lay 
 the seeds of consumption and is then landed at the hotel wet, cold, and 
 hungry. The one public sitting room is not reserved for the use of 
 travellers. All the available chairs around the beehive stove — the heating 
 capacity of which is being extolled by the landlord to a circle of worship- 
 ping yokels, whose smoking stocking'd feet surround and hide the stove 
 rail like huge poultices — are occupied. 
 
 Mr. Pilgrim casts a wistful eye at the fire, and then strolls to the hotel 
 register. The landlord's opinion of his new stove is reserved, and the 
 eyes and mouths of his auditors scrutinize the new arrival, who is making 
 a painful effort to write his name in such a way with half a pen as to pre- 
 vent succeeding travellers from remarking, as they look at their rival's 
 specimen of penmanship, " drunk again." 
 
 What tends more than aught else to make the modern commercial 
 traveller bold and outspoken in his rough condemnation of some of the 
 landlords of our hotels is the apparent unwillingness of the host to lay aside 
 his pipe and minister to the wants of his newly arrived guest. But Mr. 
 Pilgrim was new to the road, and was withal of a modest, retiring disposi- 
 tion. So, when the proprietor of the Sleepyville hotel, with an interro- 
 gatory closing of one eye, jerks out the question, " Had tea? " Mr. Pilgrim, 
 in his astonishment, forgot his hunger in staring at the fire, and stammered 
 out, " yes, thanks," and then timidly asked to be shown to a room. The 
 bed bore evidence of having contained other occupants than the new- 
 comer, and the twelve-by-six towel had to be used as a filter through which 
 to strain the contents of the water-jug, which was lined with a deposit of 
 dust, hair, and embryo tadpoles. The obtaining of a fresh towel cost Mr. 
 Pilgrim his first exchange of pleasantries with a pert and propordonately 
 provoking and dirty maid-ofall-work, who retired from the contest with 
 the now angry traveller, with her nose taking a devotional turn as she 
 made scornful remarks upon " drummers " who put on airs. 
 
 'Tis needless to say that poor Pilgrim retired to rest, cold, hungry, and 
 miserable. But, like all travellers with quiet consciences, he slept. 
 
 The next morning Mr. Pilgrim made his appearance in the banqueting 
 hall. What litde appetite he brought to the table was at once dissipated by 
 the survey made of the surroundings during that long interval which always 
 follows the first arrival and the second advent of the waitress. The table- 
 cloth had been, 07ice upoti a time, as they say in story books, white. It 
 
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 was now frescoed with maps of the Provinces, outlined in Worcestershire 
 and vinegar, colored in spilt gravy, shaded with mustard and contributions 
 from the cruet-stand. At the extreme end of the festive board stood a 
 ham fantastically studded with what Mr. Pilgrim took to be cloves or 
 almonds, but which, on closer investigation, proved to be last summer's 
 flies as they rose in a swarm at his approach and carried away the last 
 vestige of Pilgrim's appetite. There was no scarcity of bread. It would 
 seem that the whole strength of the culinary department, when looking 
 for a job, were insanely fond of cutting bread into slices of varying thick- 
 ness, rendered by time of unvarying staleness. The red table napkin, 
 which obtruded itself from a glass placed in front of Mr. Pilgrim, con- 
 tained, when opened, some discarded morsels of the last traveller's dinner, 
 and he replaced the rag as the breakfast ordered — two eggs of uncertain 
 age, but no uncertain aroma — was thrust in fron': of him by his antagonist 
 in the towel warfare of the previous night. As Mr. Pilgrim nibbled dis- 
 consolately at some toast, and sipped the soapy coffee which he feared to 
 stir for fear of what its muddy depths might reveal, a fresh-faced, hearty 
 looking countryman swung himself into the seat opposite that occupied 
 by our suffering friend. He delivered an order for beefsteak in a bois- 
 terous way ; he stretched his legs and planted his big boots upon the 
 slippered feet of the poor commercial traveller. He hacked at and ate 
 the meat with audible enjoyment, and when he wanted butter he helped 
 himself with the knife that had just been plunged halfway down his 
 throat. Mr. Pilgrim almost forgot his misery in the astonishment he felt 
 at the easy way in which his neighbor performed tricks once peculiar to 
 profevSsional sword-swallowers. 
 
 As Mr, Pilgrim left the dining room and filled with Sarre's smoking 
 mixture the bowl of a well-beloved pipe, he felt more at peace with Sleepy- 
 ville and the world at large. .Surely, thought he, my fastidiousness maketh 
 me too observant, and he joined the circle round the beehive stove and 
 planted his slippers on the rail among the boots of the early morning hotel 
 loafers. But when a near neighbour, on removing his pipe from his mouth, 
 missed the stove and converted Mr. Pilgrim's slipper into an " expecto- 
 roon," that oppressed gentleman rose and murmured : " This grows 
 monotonous," and went up to his bedroom to open up the samples of 
 Messrs. Sharp & Pushem's wares. The want of a clean, airy, well-lighted 
 sample room was not conducive to business, and the merchants of Sleepy- 
 ville very justly complained that the goods looked dull in colour, and 
 made orders light in consequence. 
 
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 And in the evening, as Mr. Pilgrim shook the dust of Sleepy ville from 
 his feet, and from the car window looked at the receding town, he men- 
 tally cursed that landlord, his house and his maid, his bed and his board, 
 and all that is his. 
 
 But when," at three out of every five hotels Mr. Pilgrim patronized, he 
 met with the same fate, and endured the same privations and hardships, 
 he ceased to grumble, and learned to re^-^l in misery. He even found 
 himself making light of sufferings which once made life itself a burden, and, 
 when chatting and smoking with other travellers, delighted in comparing 
 notes with them upon the amount of trouble, misery, and inconvenience it 
 was possible to cram into a two days sojourn at Sleepy ville. 
 
 But this reconcilement with his lot was followed by a change in Mr. 
 ^'ilgrim's habits, manners, and appearance. He ceased to be the spruce, 
 well-dressed polite representative of an old and respectable firm,* and was 
 often found careering over the road assigned to him in fra.itic haste, 
 roughly dressed, half washed, and half fed. And many of the merchants, 
 who judge of a mercantile house by its representative, began to hint that 
 Messrs. Sharp & Pushem must be dropping behind in their line of goods. 
 That fellow Pilgrim doesn't look so neat and gentlemanly as he did when 
 first on the road. And so they try new firms, and patronize Frank Fresh- 
 man, representing Messrs. Newcome & Co. 
 
 Landlords of country hotels may rave over this highly colored picture 
 of Mr. Pilgrim's experience, but no one will deny that the surroundings of 
 a commercial traveller's daily life on the road are demoralizing in the 
 extreme, and I claim that his degeneracy is resultant from the neglect of 
 Mr. Boniface to keep his guests clean and well fed. 
 
 Where are the baths, stationary or movable, without which no hotel 
 can rlaim a travelling Christian as an inmate ? Why is the traveller 
 regarded as a lunatic who asks for enough water to wash his tired 6ody 
 in ? Where are the sweet smelling beds and snowy table linen peculiar 
 to some country inns, whose proprietors cannot boast of one-fourth 
 of the income netted by some lazy landlords of Provincial taverns? 
 Where are tjlie clean, well-lighted sample rooms required to display the 
 wares of the commercial traveller to the best advantage ? And where is 
 the landlord who will emulate the good and sensible example of the hosts 
 
 •Merchants cannot overestimate the value of their travellers' services. Country merchants deal with' 
 the man they meet, and generally buy of hiui, regardless of the house he represents. V, 
 
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 of English commercial hotels who set aside the cosiest parlor and the 
 choicest bedrooms for the gentlemen of the road, whose periodical visits 
 to " The Golden Lion " prove more lucrative as a certain income to its 
 owner than all the chance travellers journeying that way ? 
 
 Would similar comforts be lost upon Canadian travellers ? I trow not. 
 The stout, active, and good-looking young bagman from Montreal or 
 Halifax has just as keen a relish for a good dinner and a comfortable bed 
 as his English prototype, and those wealthy employers who reap the pro- 
 duce of Mr. Pilgrim's labor in due season have not the appreciation and 
 enjoyment of life which is given to the man who is ever in pursuit of that 
 which the world calls business. 
 
 I have written down naught in malice. Nay, I am ready to admit that 
 the Commercial Travellers' Association may find their self-appointed task 
 an easy one. For I have pleasant memories of comfortable hotels where 
 even sickness was endurable ; where the kindly faces and soft hands of 
 ■my hostesses have tended to my recovery in a greater measure than 
 strange doctors ; where a geni^i host has made the days of enforced idle- 
 ness pass like a pleasant holiday. Let such hotels be patronized. 
 
 But I repeat that in journeying through the Maritime Provinces, I do 
 not travel frym choice or for pleasure — at present. 
 
 There is a landlady of mine who will (if she does not burst a blood 
 vessel during the perusal of this complaint) address me thus when next 
 we meet : " Well, what do you fine gentlemen of the rjjad want ? " As I* 
 am nearing my end and cannot hope to see her again, let me briefly 
 .answer her now, and then fall a martyr .in the cause of the travelling pub- 
 lic. The pioneers of trade and commerce who seek by road, rail, and 
 river to form a connecting link between the centres of supply and manu- 
 facture and the regions of demand, want — ' 
 
 Food — Well-cooked and well served ; 
 ; Bedrooms — The windows of which will open and when open remain 
 .so, without the support of the leather-covered bible presented to the pro- 
 prietor of the house by the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel ; 
 
 Beds — Clean, comfortable, and well aired; 
 
 Sample Rooms — Light, airy, and far removed from the cow shed, gtc. 
 
 I have finished. I die happy. 
 
 
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 A Landsman's Log-Book. 
 
 Mr. Hawke, a Moncton journalist, was confined in jail at Freilericton for saying harsh things of a New 
 
 Brunswick Judge. 
 
 THE JUDGE AND THE JOURNALIST. 
 
 "Another insult and a light one." — Pooh-Bah. 
 
 Dear Mr. Hawke: 
 
 ^EARS ago my hobby was the writing of anonymous letters to news- 
 papers. When no one thought fit to answer said letters, the replies 
 ^^ were penned by myself, and I can recall even now the pleasure 
 afforded me by perusing in one issue of the newspaper a crushing epistle 
 (written by myself) in response to what I considered an equally effective 
 article (also written by myself) in some earlier edition of the same sheet. 
 
 Time cured me of my weakness, and it required your appearance be- 
 fore the Judges at Fredericton to show me what, if I had persevered in 
 writing in the language of truth, might have befallen inc. 
 
 I retired from the newspaper world because some dear friend termed 
 me a journalistic nuisance. I never supposed that people cared anything 
 about the authorship of any article, except in so far as it appeared in a 
 particular paper. Beyond the name of the paper at the head of the 
 column, ordinary readers care not a penny who cracks a joke in it or in- 
 vokes high heaven in eloquent indignation to fall upon the country's foes 
 and crush them. Life is too short for the ordinary citizen to be compelled 
 to recognize that this high-toned journalist wrote the leader on " The Sin 
 and the Sinner," and that this" elegant dilettante in letters produced the 
 sweet article on " The Influence of Kisses in Domestic Life," or the 
 mournful one headed " Is Activity in any Pursuit Commendable? " 
 
 All that the constant reader cares about is to know that the news in his 
 favorite journal is fairly abreast of the tinjes, and that the editorials keep 
 about even with his own opinions. Beyond this he cares not who writes 
 or does not write for the paper, and will not thank anybody for the infor- 
 mation. * 
 
 But it is different in your case. It became essential that the writer of 
 the article on ''A Judicial Booh- Bah''' should be known, and, like Editor 
 
 * I have to admit that these ideas of a well-known journalist, redressed by me, are exploded when the 
 constant reader is attacked in print and desires to know the name of the writer, etc., etc. 
 
The Judge and the Journalist. 
 
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 Stead, you have obtained fame at one bound. How we poor scribes 
 envy you the late opportunity of appearing at Fredericton, to answer a 
 charge of contempt of court; to be free to quote from the " Mikado " and 
 similar operas; to be permitted to trill a few bars of Sullivan's pretty 
 music ; to indulge in analysis of Gilbertian humor ; and to exchange ideas 
 with the judges of the Supreme Court, as to the witticisms and quaint 
 conceits hidden in popular opera. 
 
 This is a funny world, dear Mr. Hawke. It was my lot early in life to 
 know Lincoln's Inn, and there to imbibe a fondness for the Bench and Bar. 
 I have since been the companion of lawyers when at work and during 
 play-hours, and my admiration for the profession they belong to has 
 increased. How, then, came you to publish such sad, sad things about 
 one of them ? . * 
 
 What is the purport of my letter ? Well, I want to tell you that as an 
 embryo journalist I am with you hand and glove in defence of the liberty 
 of the press. But, as a one time student-at-law, I have to hope the judges 
 will, in the language with which you appear to be so familiar, 
 
 " Make your punishment fit the crime." 
 
 So I also can claim to be a Pooh-Bah. 
 
 Why were you so harsh and brutal in your attack upon Mr. Justice 
 Fraser ? To stigmatize him as a judicial Pooh-Bah was not enough to 
 provoke the eloqiient outpourhig of his wrath. I like originality in 
 people, but yours was accompanied by objectionable character. Like 
 Bret Harte's vulgar little boy calling after the driver of a passing vehicle, 
 you might have indulged in a single sentence of invective, as he did. It 
 conveyed in a very few words ' a inflection on the legitimacy of the driver's 
 birth ; it hinted a suspicion of :us father's integrity, and impugned the 
 fair fame of his mother ; it suggested incompetency in his present position, 
 personal uncleanliness, and evinced a sceptical doubt of his future sal- 
 vation." 
 
 But you, Mr. Hawke, did not in a moment of anger fire such a sen- 
 tence at Mr. Justice Fraser. You sat down in what we are pleased to call 
 the editorial cluiir, and deliberately dubbed your enemy "A Judicial 
 Pooh-Bah," and deftly insinuated, in a Gilbertian way, by a line from 
 " Trial by Jury," that 
 
 " He is a judge, and a good judge, too," 
 
 of what is found at other bars than, etc., etc. 
 
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 Now, Mr. Blair contends there was license in some of these expressions 
 (high license, I presume), and that they were calculated to bring the ad- 
 ministration of justice into ridicule. You say that these objectionable 
 terms were mixed up with reasonable discussion and argument, and were 
 written according to the best of your ability. Pshaw ! Do you suppose 
 that pens can be used freely when those high in office are the objects of 
 attack ? Do you recall Judge Palmer, a good and upright man, remind- 
 ing you during your recent trial of the hanging of newspaper men at 
 Chicago. You ventured to say : " They were not hanged because they 
 were newspaper men, your honor '^ But the good judge was right in re- 
 ferring to such instances of depravity among journalists. We cannot 
 reform the state of society. Please do not attack the judges of our land 
 in your future articles upon morality in high places. However, there is a 
 humoious side to even the sad and pathetic incidents in life, and what I 
 am aiming at in this rambling letter is to stimulate you into seeing the 
 funny situations possible of creation should you again appear at Frederic- 
 ton before the judges. I regret to say that the pleasure derived from your 
 gallant fight is smothered by the feeling of amusement aroused by the 
 grotesque behavior of the judges in discussing the character of Pooh-Bah. 
 Why not have summoned the writer of the " Mikado " libretto to give 
 evidence as to the meaning of Pooh-Bah's long sleeves, and his monopoly 
 of many offices, etc., etc. ? 
 
 Or, knowing that even New Brunswick judges are not morally spotless 
 and without blemish, why should said judges refrain from the enjoyment 
 of the complication caused by your uttering a reprobation of the action of 
 one of their number. 
 
 Let me feebly outline ai course that would have enlivened the recent 
 proceedings, whereas serious discussion of your behaviour calmed the 
 gay amidst their mirth, and gave the wretched a delight in tears. 
 
 The judges might have entered court to the " Mikado " chorus of 
 
 " Behold the lord high executioners — 
 Personages of noble rank and title, 
 Dignified and potent officers, 
 Whose functions are particularly vital : 
 Defer, defer to the lord high executioners." 
 
 Then you could warble in a plaintive baritone : 
 
 " Taken to a county jail. 
 By a set of curious chances. 
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 On my own recognizances." 
 
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 And then, what laughter, if Mr. Justice Palmer had rattled off in light 
 and airy playfulness the patter song : 
 
 ' "As some day it may happen 
 
 That a victim must be found 
 We've got a little list," etc. 
 
 And you could pipe up for an encore verse : 
 
 " There's the nisi prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife 
 The judicial humorist, ' 
 
 I've got him on the list 
 I'm sure he'd not be missed." 
 
 And as the fun grew fast and furious a quartette of Fredericton jour- 
 nalists could have filled the court room with 
 
 "So please you, sir, we much regret 
 If we have failed in etiquette 
 Toward a man of rank so high ; 
 We shall know better bye-and-bye; 
 That you at us should have a fling, 
 Is hard on us, so pardon us." 
 
 And then Mr. Blair could have thrown in his voice to the joyous and 
 gay duet with one of the judges : 
 
 " The flowers that bloom in the spring, my lords, 
 Have nothing to do with this case." 
 
 And what was to prevent Chief Justice Allen, Justices King, Tuck, 
 Wetmore, et al, joining hands to 
 
 " Sing a merry madrigal. 
 Fal-la-la-la, Fal-la-la-la." 
 
 Please let me suggest to you, my dear Hawke, the foregoing way of 
 enlivening future proceedings at Fredericton. 
 
 I have no desire to see you a prisoner pent, unwillingly represent a 
 source of innocent merriment — of innocent merriment. 
 
 But really, judges and journalists present at the recent tournament 
 did not display that familiarity with the " Mikado " of Gilbert and Sullivan 
 that would warrant the most ordinary opera goer in accepting their esti- 
 mate of the life and character of Pooh-Bah ; and it will be a subject for 
 regret if at the next performance at Fredericton there is any evidence of 
 failure on the part of all parties concerned to realize that Pooh-Bah is not an 
 opprobrious epithet, and, like Boston, is not what it was, is not what it was. 
 
 And now, my dear Hawke, let me quote from a greater than Gilbert : 
 
 " Robes and fur gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold. 
 And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks; 
 Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it." 
 
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 LUMBERING IN NEW BRUNSWICK. 
 
 A Day with the Strbam-Drp'ers. 
 
 I love the forest ; I could dwell among 
 
 That silent people, till my thoughts up grew 
 
 In nobly ordered form, as to my view 
 
 Rose the succession of that lofty throng. 
 
 — JMilncs. 
 
 THERE was a pleasant smell of wood-smoke in the morning air as I 
 started yesterday to spend my weekly holiday with the lumbermen 
 on the Meduxnakeag, one of the rapid streams emptying into the 
 St. John river. The heavens looked dull, grey, and threatening. But 
 behind a span of horses in company with so entertaining a driver as 
 Ludlow Hawkins, I soon ceased to look aloft for signs of the weather, and 
 thought only of my host's (Mr. Moore, of Canterbury) pleasing invitation 
 to visit one of his lumber camps and " see the logs going over Briggs' 
 falls." 
 
 And so, as we left the town of Woodstock behind us, and I noticed 
 the rushing waters of the river knowing no liquid rest, no silent slumber, 
 as, swollen by fast melting snow and ice, its torrent carried the logs on 
 their course to the mills, I recalled the above lines of Milnes' on the trees 
 of the forest, and wondered what the same gifted writer would find to say 
 of these "silent people" when, stripped and shorn of their glory of limb 
 and foliage, they are being stream-driven to the nearest saw-mill. 
 
 However, the purpose of this paper is not a moralizing homily on 
 woodland scenery. I merely write to give to those who know nothing of 
 lumbering and lumbermen an outline sketch of stream -driving as seen by 
 me on the Meduxnakeag. 
 
 Speaking of lumbermen and their lives of exposure and hardship, let 
 me mention one incident of our trip to Briggs' Falls as an illustration. 
 Just as our team was leaving town, a messenger handed to the driver a 
 telegram. It was dated Missoula, Montana, and read : 
 
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 The telegram and a few words of explanation told the old, old story of 
 provincial life among our lumbermen, miners, and fishermen. John, like 
 others, had left wife and children to seek fortune in the golden republic, 
 and died away from home. Not much to chronicle here. A common 
 incident to the world at large. But a life's sorrow to the one to whom my 
 friend, Fred. Moore, is to " break the news gently." 
 
 I listen to the story of John's departure to the west and his earlier 
 career as we journey along the road, and after two hours driving we 
 reach the lumber camp at Belleville. And now let me try to describe the 
 interior of the camp. The low wooden building to which I am conducted 
 by young Moore, chief of the gang of stream-drivers, whose acquaint- 
 anceship I am shortly to make, is the cabin of negro song and story. 
 But, upon looking around, the interior bears noticeable resemblance to 
 the 'tween decks in the steerage of an emigrant ship. For one side of 
 the shanty is shelved, to the depth of some six feet, in such a way as to 
 enable every man (^ these shelves being sleeping berths) to recline with his 
 head to the wall. This is economizing space with a vengeance. The 
 sleepers, when spooned out on these shelves, lie so close that in this 
 cabin (the dimensions of which are not more than 20 x 20 feet) some forty 
 men find room for what must be health giving sleep — if one can judge 
 by appearances. Here come the men ! Let us look at them closely and 
 see if we can discover any outward and visible signs of sickness, the out- 
 come of their close confinement at night time. 
 
 But first let me surprise you by saying that the space reserved for 
 sleeping quarters for the stream drivers is evidently laid out with a view 
 to leaving stove room and accommodation for the cook. The kitchen 
 utensils are not numerous. A large cauldron for the reception of pork 
 and beans ; a few pots of lesser size for potato boiling and tea brewing ; a 
 stack of tin plates and mugs ; some pans for bread making ; a jar of mo- 
 lasses, and a couple of flour barrels to support the kitchen table upon 
 which the cook is engaged in rolling some good looking paste for what I 
 fondly hoped was pie crust. Such were all the signs of preparation for 
 feeding a small army of strong and healthy men. And yet everything 
 during my stay seemed to show that the cook had no great difficulty in 
 keeping everyone well fed and free from aches and ills. The cook is a 
 quiet fellow with a somewhat melancholy face and a look as if regretting 
 that he lacked an opportunity to show his skill in the culinary art. But I 
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 base ball season !) in the preparation of pork and beans, a la Belleville, 
 ajj^ainst a similar dish iruin any lumber camp on any streawi in any other 
 part of the world. 
 
 And now for the men. They form a picturesque group as they come 
 tumblinjr into camp, and in a mechanical way sciuat along the bench that 
 lines the foot of the bed — that Vjig shelf upon which all of them are laid 
 away at night to sleep. 
 
 Look at this burly, dark-skinned chap, whose big frame is silhouetted 
 in the doorway against the background of grey sky. Some one calls him 
 " Gabe," and, as he lounges to the beanpot and taking the crook-handled 
 spoon dips out about a pound of the savoury mess on to a tin plate, I 
 discover that "Gabe" is a Milicete Indian, and it would please F'enimore 
 Cooper to know that this modern Uncas is a "jam-cracker," a "white 
 water man." 
 
 A serviceable lot are Moore's lumbermen. It may -be that, when the 
 logs are running well, an onlooker might think that my friends are to be 
 envied as they lounge about in sheer idleness on the rising ground over- 
 looking Briggs' Falls. But let some unforseen danger arise. Let a jam 
 occur in the wildest of the swirling mass of logs and water above or below 
 the falls, and these same men now bearing close resemblance, save that 
 they are unarmed, to a band of oudaws, the Jacquerie of one of James's 
 novels, will spring into dauntless activity. And God knows it is no great 
 living that they get out of the deadly risks they sometimes run, and the 
 lives of exposure they are compelled to lead. 
 
 For this and for the recollection of what their work brings to us we 
 ought to hold the lumbermen of our Province in our love and honor, and, 
 to use Dickens' remark about sailors 'for lumbermen are of the same order, 
 and show some of the characteristics of their brethren afloat), " be tender 
 of the fame they well deserve." 
 
 And even now I have not given you any description of stream driving, 
 'Tis that branch of lumbering operations which comprises the launching 
 and floating of the trees felled by the axemen, stripped of branches and 
 knots, and then hauled to the water's edge during the winter months. 
 
 The camp of stream drivers visited by me contained some forty men, 
 the advance guard of a small army at work on branches of the same stream. 
 
 For the better understanding of the work of stream drivers, try to 
 imagine a river swollen by spring rains and melting snow and ice into a 
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 river — the St. John, Miramichi, or Ottawa of the district — and at certain 
 points falling perhaps forty to fifty feet through gorges, and over rocky 
 precipices.* 
 
 Imagine this bank lined on either side with the limb-shorn trunks of 
 gigantic trees of spruce, pine, and cedar. Then, to the head waters of this 
 stream, the lumber operator sends his army of" drivers." 
 
 The advance guard, such as my friends of the camp at Iklleville, are 
 selected for their activity, daring, and knowledge of the ways of logs when 
 on their voyage down the rivers. 
 
 Should the logs be jammed in some dangerous bend or rocky gorge 
 by hanging on a ledge or sand bar and then spreading in apparently in- 
 extricable entanglement from shore to shore, 'tis the duty of such men as 
 my hardy friends of Belleville Camp to merit their title of "jam crackers" 
 or "white-water men" by boarding the field of logs through and around 
 which the water is swirling and tossing in foaming anger at the stoppage 
 of its freedom and its race to the sea. And then they " crack the jam " 
 with long spiked poles, to do which they leap from log to log seeking the 
 key to the jam, or else, with tackle and horses to assist them from the 
 shore, patiently work at the lumber until the logs are seen to move, and 
 the floating forest is once again free to swirl and toss and turn on its way 
 to the booms below. Dangerous work is that of the stream driver. The 
 sudden removal of one log, an instant of hesitation, a moment of careless- 
 ness in leaping for the shore, may sweep some unfortunate one under the 
 logs and away with the rushing stream to his last encampment. * * * 
 As I sought the highest knoll to watch the logs go over the falls, I noticed 
 another sign of the system and mechanism of stream driving. A flag is 
 lying on the ground, and, in answer to my inquiry, Miles, my beau ideal 
 of a young lumberman, informs me that the bit of red bunting on the pole 
 is hoisted (when the jam-crackers see signs of a jam) as a signal to those 
 up stream to build a boom and stop the run of logs. 
 
 And now, before my day with New Brunswick lumbermen comes to 
 an end, let us watch for a few minutes the logs going over Briggs' Falls. 
 The falls are not high, but they are made picturesque and wild looking by. 
 the rapids above and the rocks and dark and dangerous pools below. 
 Here down the rapids approaching the falls comes a fallen king of the 
 
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 forest, one of Milnes' "silent people" — the bare trunk of a big spruce 
 tree full thirtj -^ve feet long. It is now tossing thro' the rough waters 
 like a chip, or a toothpick. Just where the dark stream falls over the 
 rock into a seething cauldron of spray and foam thirty feet below, the 
 water is smooth and oily. Into this our log rides, shoots forward, and, as 
 it plunges downward, the butt end tosses upward like the last sight of a 
 sea trout's tail when the stricken fish is disappearing after a leap of 
 mortal agony. And, now, look below. Our log has gone over the falls 
 in company with half a dozen others of smaller dimensions, and, above 
 the ceaseless roar of the falls, one can detect the thumping and grinding 
 of the logs as they are v. '«irled thro' the broken water and over the rocks 
 below. Here, twenty feet from wherc our spruce tree took its plunge 
 downward, it rises again from the water literally on end, and, with twenty 
 feet of its length pointing heavenward clear of the water, recalls for a mo- 
 ment its glory as a monarch of the forest. And then — it falls, and is lost 
 among the other logs, Moore's mark of ownership gleaming in a ray of 
 light that strikes its butt as it once again becomes a stream driven chip 
 — a mere spruce log — one of Milnes' "silent people" shorn of glory. 
 
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 CAPE BRETON LAKES 
 
 As Seen from the Cockpit of a Canoe. 
 
 [jN what some writers are pleased to call the mellow month of Augu?* 
 1885, I saw Cape Breton from the cockpit of the Nettie. The Nettie 
 is a Rob Roy canoe fourteen feet in length, beam in proportion, fast 
 under paddle, and as safe and sea-worthy as a ship's lifeboat. Her crew 
 on a recent voyage from Sydney, Cape Breton, to the Barra Straits, 
 consisted of the writer, who is five feet eight inches long, beaui in pro- 
 portion, a veteran paddler, a lover of the sea and all connected with it. 
 
 The cruise of the Nettie was not sufliciently eventful to excuse her crew 
 for publishing these notes from the little ship's log. But as she was the 
 first craft of her class to weather Point Aconi ; to brave the run from thence 
 to Cape Dauphin ; to attempt the passage of the six knot tide that surges 
 through the Big Bras d'Or, and to make the trip from Baddeck to Barra, 
 eleven and a half miles, in two hours and five minutes ; enthusiastic mem- 
 bers of the American Canoe Association looking for fresh waters and 
 billows new into which to dip their double-bladed propellors iiay pardon 
 me for publishing my log, and it is for them that I now drop the paddle 
 and take up the pen. 
 
 I was a voyager in August last from Port Mulgrave, N. S., to Sydney, 
 C. B., by the steamer Marion, Captain Burchell. As we steamed through 
 the dien calm waters of the winding channels that open into St. Peter's 
 Bay, I occupied, by special permission of the skipper, the lofty wheel- 
 house, and from thence looked out upon the wood-lringed shores and he 
 ever-changing lights and shadows of scenery which a legion of tourists Liud 
 an army of writers have raved about. If these travelling scribes saw the 
 Bras d'Or Lakes and surroundings under such favorable conditions as I did 
 from my quitt retreat in the Marion's wheelhouse, with naught \x^ disturb 
 my silent enjoyment of the scene save the skipper's voice, as with finger on 
 the chart (we had been talking canoeing) he pointed out some small bay 
 in the calm depths of which was reflected faithfully not only every object 
 on its shores, but even the varying tints of the trees — then it is not sur- 
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 lakes as they are when the light summer air disturbs their surface at mid- 
 day, and causes the tiny sun-kissed waves to plash against one's canoe in 
 drowsy murmurings, or when the last faint puff of the evening breeze 
 passes away and leaves the water so motionless that it seems like sacrilege 
 to dip a paddle therein. 
 
 Before the Marion reached Sydney, the cruise of the Nettie was 
 planned, and I had held as much talk with her owner, Captain Burchell, 
 upon the ways and means, as if the contemplated voyage was that of an 
 ocean steamship freighted with wealth of the Indies. Now read my Log 
 Book! 
 
 August 4TH — The Nettie was launched and provisioned, and with a 
 kindly shout of caution and encouragement from her owner, I started be- 
 fore a fair southerly breeze for Sydney Bar, six miles distant. 
 
 A mile from North Sydney, a schooner-rigged boat, containing two 
 officials of the Bank of Nova Scotia, sailed across my bows and hailed 
 me. I informed them of my destination, and intention to pass Sunday in 
 North Sydney. They point out a landing place and sail for the same to 
 assist me in securing quarters. As I near the shore I become sensible of 
 much noise, and notice a crowd of people awaiting the Nettie's arrival. 
 Fearful for the safety of the canoe, if handled by excited sight-seers, I 
 paddle vigorously to another point, but the more active of the natives run 
 along the shore, and, reaching the reef of rocks, my haven, await my ap- 
 proach, I am met with a storm o" questions, and have to listen to the 
 best efforts of the local humorists. The students of history among them 
 call me Christopher Columbus ; the more modern newspaper devourer is 
 satisfied with saying : " It 's Captain Webb from the Whirlpool Rapids." 
 
 Just as I am meditating flight from these good-natured savages, I am 
 rescued by two good Samaritans, Messrs. Waters and Stavert, who 
 deposit the Nettie in the Bank of which they are officials, and escort me 
 to the hotel. 
 
 August 6th. — At daybreak I am assisted by my good friend Stavert 
 to launch the little ship. The sun is shining brightly, and the morning air 
 is fast freshening into a strong breeze. But I an. desirous of weathering 
 Point Aconi before noon, so, about 5.30 a. m., 1 unwillingly part from 
 Stavert, whose company would have trebled my enjoyment of the 
 \ oyage, and paddle out into the harbor channel. Off Cranberry Head 
 there is a broken, confused sea, and the Nettie must be quite invisible from 
 the shore, now two miles distant. Taking the Captain's mark — the white 
 
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 house at Mope Head — for a guide, I decide to paddle across the bay 
 known as Big Pond, from point to point. If any stout-hearted navigator, 
 accustomed to walking the bridge of a thousand ton ship ; if any hardy 
 fisherman, used to holding the tiller of a strongly-built, half-decked whaler, 
 entertains any doubt as to the sea-going qualities of a Rob Roy canoe, I 
 would that he had seen the Nettie as she rode like a cork over the big 
 waves tossed up by wind against tide off the mouth of Sydney Harbor. 
 
 About 7.30 I sighted the steamer Marion rounding Cranberry Head, 
 and turned the prow of the Nettie more seaward, in order that Captain 
 Burchell might be able to report me at Baddeck. Three whistles is the 
 greeting from the Marion to her tiny sister. Cheered by the Captain's 
 careful lookout, I resolved to land for breakfast. 
 
 It is a pity that earlier navigators of the Canoe Club have not sought 
 the Cape Breton waters, if only to accustom the hardy dwellers of that 
 coa. to the sight of a Rob Roy. Making for a cottage that gleams white 
 and inviting from the distant shore, I perceive, when nearing, some two 
 women and a swarm of children in a state of great excitement awaiting 
 me. They surround the Nettie and praise her build and small dimensions, 
 and regard me with such open-mouthed wonderment that I begin to think 
 myself worthy of veneration, till the older woman (the other is a genuine 
 " nut-brown mayde,'^ with soft eyes, red lips, and perfect teeth), murmurs : 
 "Well, well; I thought it was the good man's boat drifting ashore with 
 him clinging to it; ye must be daft to be going about in that." And then 
 this hospitable w )man bade she of the soft brown eyes and suggestive lips 
 boil some water and prepare breakfast for the crew of the Nettie. * * * 
 
 How the eyebrows of dwellers in distant cities will be elevated when I 
 tell them that the tourist in Cape Breton, who forsakes the beaten path of 
 travel, who tramps through the small settlements, or skirts the coast in a 
 canoe, will find litde use for money as an equivalent for the necessaries of 
 life. I have tasted tea guiltless of sugar, but sweetened with true Scottish 
 kindness ; I have made a hearty meal of everything that the pantry of a 
 Cape Breton cottage could produce, and have slept soundly in beds clean 
 and wholesome. I have been fairly smothered with kindness and hos- 
 pitality all the way from Sydney to Barra, of which charming nook I carry 
 recollections strong enough to make me sigh for next summer. And yet, 
 •I found the currency of the country almost worthless as a means of shew- 
 ing .jratitude, and discovered that a few words of kindly courtesy are, in 
 Cape Breton, better than specie payment. I have heard people say unkind 
 
 
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 things of the Scotch, I have abused them for being clayinish, and I have 
 joined in the laughter created by some story of their proverbial thriftiness. 
 But during the cruise of the Nettie I did penance — and am now vainly 
 groping along the branches of the family tree to discover some sprig of 
 Scottish ancestry. 
 
 Once more afloat, and paddling carefully in a short choppy sea for the 
 mouth of the Little Bras d'Or. In the swirl of the strong tide I ship a sea 
 which even the rubber-apron hatch cannot altogether resist, and my pro- 
 visions are sadly damaged. Five minutes sponging frees the Nettie from 
 ■water, and in another half hour the sun is over the fore-yard, and I find my- 
 self facing the heavy sea that washes through the split rocks of Point Aconi. 
 For fifteen minutes there is a spice of danger in the Nettie's voyage, 
 sufficient to keep the crew watchful of every wave, and, with shortened 
 paddle, she rides the water and runs through a gulch, which, in mid-winter, 
 must indeed be a terrible lee shore for a storm tossed ship. Safe under the 
 grim cliffs that rise some seventy feet perpendicularly from the sea, I 
 hear a faint shout above me, and, looking up, discover a face stretched out 
 over the cliff. The owner points to a sheltered cove a short distance from 
 my anchorage. Paddling thither, I find the brother of Archibald McLean 
 has lowered himself by a rope to the shore, and is ready to welcome the 
 crew of the only Rob Roy he has ever seen. Why do I mention Archi- 
 bald McLean ? Because he was the hero of the following slory : 
 
 On a wild winter's morning a few years ago the brigantine Alice, of 
 Arichat, was cast ashore on the rocks at Point Aconi. All hope for the 
 lives of the crew had been abandoned. The sea at last lifted the deck from 
 the vessel, and it was dashed from the outer ledges close under the beetling 
 cliffs, upon the top of which is the weather-beaten cottage of this Cape 
 Breton hero. The captain and his men, worn out with hours of exposure, 
 were clinging to the wreckage and expecting dea»^h, when help came as if 
 from the clouds. Archibald McLean (God bless him !) fastened a killick 
 in tlie frozen, ground above, and, attaching a rope thereto, lowered him- 
 self to the wave-swept deck of the brig. Haifa dozen times he braved the 
 sea that threatened to dash him lifeless against the cliff, and on each 
 descent he saved a half-frozen sailor from certain death, and with the help 
 of the family on the rocks above, raised them to the warmth and shelter 
 of his humble cottage. 
 
 Hot tea and careful nursing finished the good work performed by 
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 language this story of the Cape Breton coast. Was McLean rewarded ? 
 Yes ! In Sydney, before an audience of those who love to hear of gallant 
 deeds, a gold watch, presented by the Government, was handed to this 
 hero. 
 
 In McLean's cottage the crew of the Nettie dined, and over a pipe 
 listened to this story told by his brother, and as I read the inscription on the 
 watch (McLean is now in the far West) the wreck of the Alice passed before 
 my eyes, and I strolled over again to the scene of this incident in the lives 
 of those who go down to the sea in ships. I tossed hay for an hour on 
 McLean's farm, and then was lowered by a rope to the beach below, and 
 paddling the Nettie with ease in the rolling sea that swept into the Big 
 Bras d'Or, found myself, at five in the evening, off Table Rock. 
 
 Here disaster befell me. I was groping below among the ship's stores 
 for a bottle of beer, and, carelessly omitting to sling my paddle, lost it 
 overboard. Before I could emerge from the close quarters into which my 
 stores had shifted, the paddle was fifteen feet away. The captain of the 
 Nettie is of a nervous disposition, but, in the face of disaster and danger, 
 proved cool. Without the paddle, it seemed probable that the Nettie and 
 crew would have to drift helplessly about until help came, and perchance 
 be carried out to sea before the morning. The Table Rock was a mile 
 away. I carefully undressed, and, standing erect, jumped overboard, and, 
 although the Nettie rocked, her splendid bearings proved equal to the 
 strain. I reached the paddle and swam to the canoe. If there are any 
 canoeists (none such should cruise alone far from land) v/ho have not 
 practised getting into their frail barks from the water, let me give them a 
 few rules for guidance. To attempt to board a Rob Roy from the side is 
 folly. Like a log, she will roll over, and add to your exhaustion. Swim 
 cautiously to the end, and raise yourself gradually until you succeed in 
 straddling the craft. Then work your way slowly to the centre, place 
 your hands on the deck behind you, and with careful balance raise both 
 legs and shoot yourself into the cockpit. If you fail, try again. It is less 
 exhausting than fruitless efforts to scramble in at the side. 
 
 I regained the Nettie in safety, and with considerable difficulty wriggled 
 into my clothes. Tempted by the now calm evening and qu'et sea, and 
 attracted by the grand appearance of distant Cape Dauphin towering up 
 against a sky which, for beauty of color and rifted clouds tipped with tints 
 of gold and purple (to describe which would necessitate literary larceny in 
 the shape of a page from one of Black's novels), I resolved to add eight 
 
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 A Landsman's Log-Book. 
 
 miles more to the day's run, and seek a night's lodging at the base of the 
 Cape. Half way across I pause in my paddling to refill a treasured pipe. 
 This is indeed solitude. Not a ripple disturbs the stillness of the summer 
 evening. Far abaft I can see the bold outline of Point Aconi, with the 
 white cottage of Archibald McLean nestling among the shadows in the 
 cliff crest. Miles away to the southwest I can trace my course for the 
 morrow — the mouth of the Big Bras d'Or. Five miles ahead of me, tower- 
 ing upward ten hundred and twenty feet^ rises Cape Dauphin ; whilst away 
 seaward I can define the sail of a schooner enjoying the last puffs of the 
 summer wind that has left the Nettie and her hermit-like crew becalmed 
 au hour ago. A commotion in the water a quarter of a mile off tells of 
 porpoise, and, not knowing what results a collision with one might have 
 for a Rob Roy, I paddled on. 
 
 Voyagers to Cape Dauphin will find at the base thereof the cottages of 
 people hospitable and kind to an overwhelming degree. The Nettie was 
 carefully beached, and I found comfortable quarters in the house of a Mr. S. 
 
 Extract from the log of the R. R. canoe Nettie : 
 
 " Sailed from Sydney Bar, 5.30 a. m. Monday, 6th August. 
 • "Arrived at Cape Dauphin 7.55 p. m., do. 
 
 "Distance travelled, 23 miles. Spoken off Cranberry Head by the S. S. 
 Marion. All well." 
 
 Tuesday, Aug. 7th, at 6 a. m. — After a comfortable rest and hearty 
 breakfast of fish and potatoes, I mustered the crew for deck swabbing, and 
 the Nettie was thoroughly washed and re-provisioned with fresh milk and 
 bread and butter before sailing. There is a brisk breeze blowing at 7 
 a. m., and I leave port, followed by the surprised eyes of my hosts. My 
 hands are somewhat blistered by yesterday's exertions, and I paddle slowly, 
 admiring the famous scenery of the now celebrated Bras d'Or. 
 
 About 10 o'clock I see and feel the tide which, in mid-stream of the 
 fast narrowing lake, is rushing along in resistless fury, swirling and tossing 
 the water in a way that suggests to the skipper of the Nettie the wisdom 
 of continual watchfulness. 
 
 Duffus Point at last, and Fraser's Landing — to reach which I must 
 now cross the tide against which the wind is striving to raise the troubled 
 waters. 
 
 ♦ My publishers' careful proof-reader marked with a query the height of this Cape above the sea level. 
 But 'tis correct. V. 
 
Canoeing in Cape Breton. 
 
 79 
 
 
 Far distant, up the long reach from Kelly's Cove, I can see the smoke 
 of the returning Marion, and being vnxious to exchange greetings with 
 her skipper, I push my canoe tidewan Is. For a few moments I feel the 
 sensation of positive peril, and then I have to laugh as, in spite of power- 
 ful sweeps with my paddle, t'le Nettie spins round and round like a wash- 
 tub in the swirl oi the Bras d'Or tide, and makes one realize the strength 
 of its 6-knot current. At last, clear of the rush of the tide, I reach the 
 back eddy, which makes canoeing on the Bras d'Or Lakes so pleasant and 
 easy, as even against adverse tides the voyager can propel his light craft 
 with considerable speed. 
 
 The fishermen assembled in force at Eraser's Landing, and the remarks 
 of the Bouladeire Islanders are those of men who cannot understand how 
 canoeing can be regarded as a pleasant pastime. 
 
 When informed that the 14-foot cockleshell alongside the wharf has 
 rounded Point Aconi, and is en route from Sydney to Barra, they suggest 
 that I am more likely to reach another port (in a very warm latitude) 7iot 
 mentioned on the maps of Cape Breton. But when I offer to paddle the 
 Nettie across the tide against any one of the boats moored along the shore, 
 and to take the result as a test of the speed and seaworthiness of the 
 Nettie, they laughingly decline the challenge. 
 
 Mr. Fraser kindly shows me through his fishing establishment, and 
 explains the method of curing and drying fish. He also regales me with 
 a tumbler-full of the egg-nog made famous in the Bad Boy's Diary. 
 
 The Marion swings alongside the wharf. Her upper deck is crowded 
 with tourists and commercial travellers enjoying the fresh mountain air, 
 and viewing the rugged scenery. A pleasant smile and a few words about 
 my course and the chart from the Captain, and the Marion is off to 
 sustain her growing reputation for regularity in time and passage. 
 
 Once again the Nettie is wrestling with the tide of the Bras D'Or, 
 watched jy a crowd of astonished fishermen from Fraser's Landing. 
 The spray sweeps over her from stem to stern, but she rides the waves 
 like a cork, until a false stroke of the paddle submerges the low rail of my 
 cock-pit, and, half swamped, I drift into Kelly's Cove, and turning my 
 ship bottom up, sun my jacket for a couple of hours whilst talking with 
 the chief trader of that settlement upon the field of coal which here, as all 
 over the mineral -strewn island of Cape Breton, crops up for a mine which 
 must some day prove a source of wealth to its owner. 
 
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 The paddle through Seal Islands was pretty, but uneventful. As on the 
 evening previous the breeze died away at sunset, and left the lake in a 
 clock calm, with every rock, tree, and shrub reflected on its glassy surface. 
 
 Landin}» opposite Man o' War Point, I sought a small white cottage 
 situated on a clearing at the foot of the Mountain. When chatting with 
 the lord and master of this small estate I noticed the guid wife, unasked, 
 preparing tea. F^resh bread and clotted cream proved palatable to the 
 tired crew of the Netiie, and after my meal I sat in the gloaming and 
 talked with my host, who, like many dwellers along the coast of Cape 
 "3reton, has relatives in the far west, and some manning the fishing fleet of 
 Gloucester. 
 
 July 8th — Speeding along on the back eddy of a strong tide, I kept 
 close under the over-hanging clifis of pure plaster, which literally forms 
 the shore from Seal Island to Baddeck. 
 
 Four miles from Red Point I land for breakfast, and inspect the morn- 
 ing catch of fish just brought to shore by my entertainer. 
 
 The children are playing with the canoe, which is tossing idly on the 
 sun-tinted waves at the end of a rudely-built wharf. 
 
 Surely the seekers after new grounds for camping and streams for 
 canoeing must be brought to the Bras D'Or i^ some more gifted writer 
 than the Captain of the Nettie will tell of its beauties. 
 
 This is the perfection of loafing. To lie idly in the sun with a pano- 
 rama of exceeding loveliness stretched out before one, to hear the drowsy 
 plash of the waves sounding like a lullaby ; to think of nothing and to 
 have nothing to think about ; to let the steeds of the brain go browse at 
 will ; to lift the eyes from the fi'esh sparkling water, with its back-ground 
 of red cliff, topped and streaked with the white plaster, to the lovely un- 
 flecked blue of the sky ; to watch through the smoke-wreaths from my 
 pipe the play of children who know nothing of the great world you live in 
 and whose minds are as free and unfettered from daily care and 1 usiness- 
 anxiety as their sturdy brown legs and feet are guiltless of snoes and 
 stockings. 
 
 These are sensations worth the living for, and even if they do not last, 
 he who would not swallow the opiate is too much of the earth, earthy. 
 
 At last I am round R-^d Point, and the beauties of Baddeck, two miles 
 distant, are spread out bcxbre me. 
 
 Scarcely am I out in the Bay ere the punctual Marion is churning up 
 the placid waters astern of me. Her skipper whistles thrice and, knowing 
 
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 the sea-riding qualities of my craft, scarcely veers from his course to pass 
 me. Rising on the bow wave of the steamer as she towers up alongside, 
 I gaze at the wheel-house, and exchange greetings with the skipper and 
 some well-known friends leaning over the tafifrail. 
 
 Dudley Warner will find few subjects more worthy of his pen than 
 "Baddeck, and that sort of thing." 
 
 July ioth — The last day of my cruise, and glorious weather. It is 
 eleven miles by the chart to Barra, my destination. I had planned to 
 cross St. Peter's Bay ; to navigate the winding channels through Lennox 
 Passage ; to pass into the Canal, and ask the keepers to swing the Bridge 
 and open the Loch gates for the smallest sea-going craft ever entered on the 
 Canal register. But my vacation is over. So, ho for the Grand Narrows ! 
 There is a long-rolling sea with no crest to the waves when I round the 
 headland opposite Baddeck, and I am bent on a quick run. 
 
 It was 4.05 p. m. when I bade the Baddeckers farewell. Twice I pause 
 to drink and smoke, and gaze at the ever-changing scenery. Can this be 
 Christmas Island ? 
 
 Now the Nettie is crossing her final bit of tide-way. Five minutes 
 later she shoots past the wharf at Barra, and I am welcomed by its Post- 
 master, to whose never-to-be-forgotten relation I bear letters of intro- 
 duction. 
 
 6.10 p. m. — Eleven miles in two hours and five minutes. A fast run 
 for a Rob Roy canoe.* 
 
 A pleasant finish to a pleasant cruise. I take tea with the Inspector of 
 Lighthouses — poor Captain Brown — upon whom the shadow of a sailor's 
 death was even then resting, and who perished in the breakers at the 
 wreck of the ill-fated government steamer Princess Louise^ at the entrance 
 to Digby Gut. 
 
 Barra, the beautiful. Seen in the moonlight from the hill -top on such 
 a night as this, I can well believe in the earnestness of those who have 
 raved of the beauties of the Bras d'Or. 
 
 The next morning passes all too quickly. The Marion calls at noon, 
 in response to my signal displayed from the head of Grand Narrows 
 Wharf, and takes the Rob Roy and her crew back to headquarters 
 
 Farewell, Barra ! If the captain of the Nettie is able to wield a paddle 
 in the golden summer time of future years, he will again wander over your 
 
 ■» Since the foregoing was written I have paddled with a companion from Andover to Woodstock during 
 a freshet on ihe St. John River, fifty-one miles in seven hours. 
 
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 picturesque beaeh, and revel in the fresla air which sweeps over thy waters 
 and waves the grain and grass in meadow and pasture land^ „,,_._. 
 How the steamer Marion bore the Nettie and crew to Port Mulgrave 
 how iTegakd the steamer's captain with the story now told, and promised 
 to;ublish this log of the voyage for the guidance of other canoe-^^^^^^^^ 
 a week later strengthened and refreshed by the cruise, I earned the paddle 
 of the /^S. to vLory in a close race at an open regatta m my own 
 cLoe Wanderer-&L u.c belong to this meagre account o. a voyage^ 
 
 he recoUections of which will grow more perfect in tint and outline v^h" 
 mv canoeing days are over, and many features of which to faithfully 
 portray would require the skilful hand of an artist, the warm feeling of a 
 
 poet. 
 
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The Admiral and the Lieutenant. 
 
 83 
 
 NOTE. 
 
 I do not claim the authorship of the following article, clipped from a Broad Arrow of some years ago. But 
 the talk occasioned by its puhhcatioii in the Chronicle of Halifax (where the host and guest referred 
 to were both well and favorably known) led to an enquiry for the author. I, with many others, 
 relished the article, and, recognizing cleverness in the writer, I put in a very modest disclaimer when 
 charged with being the writer of " The Admiral and the Lieutenant." After many years I again 
 refer enquirers to the oflRce of the Broad Arroxo for the name of the writer. 
 
 THE ADMIRAL AND THE LIEUTENANT. 
 
 An Enulish Journal on that Unfortunate Incidhnt at the Hai.h-ax Admiralty House. 
 
 [FrotH the Broad Arrow.] 
 
 THERE is an unwritten law of the dining-table which commands the 
 host to condone the weakness of the guest. It is a law that cuts 
 two ways, since it is equally applicable to the foibles of the host 
 himself. Indeed, it is one of those beneficent customs which, like the 
 modern ulster, is eminently convenient. Guests are privileged persons, 
 as is shown by the fact of the " Ruler of the Queen's Navee " himself teach- 
 ing Captain Corcoran, of " H. M. S. Pinafore," to dance a hornpipe upon 
 the cabin table. Of course something must be allowed to the difference of 
 rank of the relative officers. The King is above suspicion, saith the 
 adage, and Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., might invite his flag captain to 
 share with him the delicious emotions of the hornpipe without any offence 
 being done to the etiquette of the service. Sir Joseph might do it 
 " officially " or " unofficially " and the result would be the same. The 
 fact is, the incident was the consequence of an after-dinner pleasantry. 
 The dinner-table is a commonwealth, where all men become equal for the 
 time being, where the wine passes freely, and an empty glass is a sign that 
 the guests are keenly sensible to the virtues of the host's cellar. If in 
 these convivial circumstances, this republic of festivity, a lieutenant should^ 
 in an access of dofi kommie, pledge his admiral, or even challenge him to 
 some feat of skill, that which would certainly become a breach of etiquette 
 upon the quarter-deck becomes a mere emulous pleasantry when indulged 
 at the hospitable board. 
 
 Now, we do not know whether a Lieutenant, after dining, not wisely, 
 but too well, at Admiralty House, HaHfax, N. S., proposed that Admiral 
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 done. Admiral Inglefield, as we all know, is one of the most estimable of 
 commanders and indulgent of hosts, and, therefore, the little contretemps^ 
 of which a few racy particulars have flitted eastward across the autumn 
 seas, must have been marked by circumstances of peculiar atrocity. The 
 story is told briefly as follows : It appears that a Lieutenant of one of the 
 ships was invited to dine with the Commander-in-Chief at his official 
 residence at Halifax, and while at the table he is said to have shown signs 
 of having imbibed too freely. Charges were directed to be framed, to- 
 gether with an application for his trial by court-martial for this offence, 
 and tried he was, the sentence being reduction to the very bottom of the 
 list of the rank, and dismissal from his ship. It is said that the sentence 
 was carried out, and that 'the officer is now in England, and knocking 
 loudly at the doors of " My Lords " of the Board of Green Cloth in 
 Whitehall. The story is a remarkable one, and in the name of the roast 
 beef of Old England we desire to hear more. We may assume that 
 Admiral Inglefield must have been hard put to it before he permitted his 
 hospitality to be overshadowed by this heavy sentence upon an officer 
 who sat at his table !* What could the officer have done ? Could he have 
 suggested the dancing of a hornpipe upon the Admiralty table ? Could 
 he have ventured to dispute with the Admiral upon the philosophy of the 
 cat ? Is it possible that he hinted that promotion was slow, and that the 
 " poor Lieutenant " had many wrongs to be redressed ? May we assume 
 that he " old fellow'd " the Admiral and " old boy'd " the Admiral's Flag 
 Captain, or suggested that the Admiralty port was a little brackish ; or, 
 failing to commit any direct offence against the etiquette of the service, he 
 simply transgressed against modern usage by going to sleep in his chair, 
 and slipping under the table ? In any event, the offence, no doubt, was 
 unpardonable ; but, then, what about the sacred laws of hospitality ? 
 Many admirals have entertained their juniors at dinner ; many bottles of 
 fine old " ditto " have been consumed, and the guests, one after another, 
 have hiccoughed their farewell of the gallant host, and nothing resulted 
 from it worse than a bad head in the morning. 
 
 We frankly admit that a decided change has taken place in the morale 
 of our dinners, especially our official and state dinners. We dine a la 
 Russe. The host and his guests are at the mercy of the servants. Still, 
 there is a period when things drift back to their old accustomed stale, 
 when the walnut stage is reached. Then it is that the half glasses of sherry 
 
The Admiral and the Lieutenant. 
 
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 and frothy goblets of soulless champagne, rdministered in homoeopathic 
 doses, are superseded by the reality of decanters, which are permitted to 
 circulate freely. Whether that unhappy Lieutenant belonged to the genus 
 " bottle stopper " we cannot say, nor would it be fair to assume that he did. 
 Once upon a time an eminent Conservative statesman, during the career 
 of the late Government, arose to speak after dining moderately. His 
 utterances were strangely thick, and his manner was decidedly queer. 
 The attention of the House was attracted by the unwonted eloquence of 
 the right hon. gentleman, and it turned out eventually that the illustrious 
 statesman had partaken of turtle soup and claret, and had sought in a mis- 
 guided moment to soothe his troubled stomach by "six of Irish hot." It 
 is possible that " official " sherry is different in degree from the sherry of 
 vulgar mortals. It is a safe deduction in vinous philosophy that sherry 
 which gets as far as such a place as Halifax, which crosses " that great sea 
 and terrible, whence no man could hope to return," spoken of by Homer, 
 which weathers the sub-zero tempr.iaiurc of the North American coast, 
 must be nectar for giants, not common mortals. Henry Brougham records 
 it as a simple detail in the daily current of the lives of the men of his day, 
 how he went forth while the shadow of night still slept upon the earth and 
 shot snipe, yet he had dined the evening before as a gentleman should 
 dine, putting three bottles of hard port away, and finishing up with a pint 
 of " peat reek." Perhaps if Admiral Inglefield's lieutenants were seasoned 
 to the hospitalities of Admiralty House, Halifax, they also could face their 
 pint of "official" sherry without asking the Admiral to dance, or his 
 " sisters and his cousins and his aunts " to fly with them across the seas. 
 We do not regret that it is as it is. We are glad to think that the days of 
 three bottle dinners are passing away, that it is no longer considered 
 necessary to have a seasoned head to be thought a good fellow. Yet it 
 opens a peaceful train of thought if an Admiralty dinner may be a means 
 of stopping an officer's promotion by leading to his being court-martialled. 
 We decline to subscribe to the belief that this is a new devilish scheme 
 adopted by Mr. Smith for meeting and getting over the " Lieutenant 
 grievance." At the same time we must say that if every gallant Admiral 
 should at every dinner offer up a Lieutenant at the shrine of Bacchus, the 
 order of promotion would soon be altogether to the comfort of the First 
 Lord. That a Lieutenant should dine not wisely but too well, is not incon- 
 sistent with the sanguine temperament of that gallant class of British officers. 
 The Admiral himself, in a sense, puts a premium upon conviviality. No 
 
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 A Landsman's Log-Book. 
 
 officer can, we presume, sit a dull, inactive listener to the pleasantries of 
 the Commander- in-Ghief. The wit of the gallant host is proverbially ex- 
 hilarating, and chemists tell us that two sources of exhilaration cannot unite 
 without delirium following. Moreover, no young officer could, we pre- 
 sume — at least as loyal citizens we hope he could not — eat his dinner and 
 drink his wine without recalling to his mind the existence of the Queen, 
 and the other loyal and patriotic toasts. We do r ot know if, at the State 
 dinners at Admiralty House, Halifax, toasts are eschewed. If they are, that 
 is Admiral Inglefield's affair, and it must be settled between that gallant 
 officer and his own conscience. But he cannot surely complain if, in 
 obedience to his loyal sense of duty, a Lieutenant should mutually drink 
 " the usual loyal and patriotic toasts" in " official port." Such an officer 
 would drink to the Queen and the Navy. If he be an officer who has had 
 the advantage of a religious training, he would naturally drink a toast to 
 the Bishop and Clergy. The hope of promotion would prompt him to 
 drink a bymper also to the happiness of the " First Lord ; " and he v.ould 
 be an ingrate, indeed, if he was to forget to pledge his host. Admirals 
 and full fledged Captains may perhaps think the Queen only should have 
 a toast, and that the First Lord would be sufficiently honored if be were 
 toasted in a " heel tap ; " the Bishop and Clergy, and all foreign institu- 
 tions of that kind being left out in the cold. But if the young officers 
 think otherwise, assuredly they may not be blamed. These are a few of 
 the reflections which naturally suggest themselves to the mind of the 
 loyalist and cosmopolitan. We should be sorry to see our Admirals 
 encouraging " heavy nights." At the same time, it becomes a matter of 
 the most serious nature if an Admiral's table may lead to one of the 
 Admiral's guests being tried by court-martial on a charge of intoxication, 
 at which the Admiral has, in a sense, assisted. If a peril like this has to 
 be faced by every officer who accepts the hospitality of the Admiral of the 
 station, the sooner Sir Wilfred Lawson comes to the rescue the better it 
 will be for all concerned. 
 
 Meanwhile, we understand that the Judge Advocate General is to have 
 the privilege of reviewing the judgment of the Court which has come down 
 so heavily upon this unhappy Lieutenant. We think something is due in 
 the way of explanation to Admiral Inglefield as well as the Lieutenant who 
 has suffered so wofully from his hospitality, and we hope to hear more of 
 
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 To me the incident commemorated by tht following article, printed in the Chronicle many years ago, was 
 most amusing. A certain lawyer made serious application for an injunction against the city of— — , 
 Its bankers would not, or could not, advance the money necessary to the conduct of civic affairs, and 
 the people talked of bankruptcy and of the property of tax-payers being seized to pay debts contracted 
 by the Aldermen ~ past and then present. I wonder if the Dominion of Canada will, in years to 
 come, be seized for debt, 
 
 QUEERBOROUGH'S BANKRUPTCY. 
 
 How interesting it would be, every now and then, to get a list of things which everyone believes and 
 nobody says ; and another list of things which everyone says and nobody believes. —Oliver Wendell Holmes, 
 
 jERY few of the inhabitants of Queerborough knew what an injunction 
 resembled, but they felt that one of these covered a fair slip of God's 
 earth. The little township of Queerborough was bankrupt. That 
 is to say, if a state of indebtedness from which there seemed to be no im- 
 mediate relief was sufficient reason for throwing a town into bankruptcy, 
 Queerborough was considered by some of her wise men — the town coun- 
 cillors — to be thus hopelessly bogged in debt and difficulty. It may not 
 have occurred to these perplexed controllers of the public purse that there 
 are and have been always occasions in the lives of the world's wealthiest 
 men when a sudden and pressing demand for ready money would have 
 found them unprepared and unable to respond to the most earnest appeal. 
 It is quite possible that the richee ; man in rich Queerborough could recall 
 a time when, if some angry creditor had accosted him in the street and 
 required instant payment of a paltry and forgotten debt, the fact of Mr. 
 Dives having left his wallet in his "other small clothes" would have 
 rendered his arrest by the impatient tradesman, h6wever regrettable, quite 
 within the bounds of probability. 
 
 Such was the condition of little Queerborough. Although no one pre- 
 sumed to doubt its ability to pay its just debts, and also to buy up all the 
 surrounding towns, if the necessary time was allowed wherein to raise the 
 purchase money, the annual demands of its creditors found the civic ex- 
 chequer in such a state of unpreparedness that it became actually necessary, 
 for the sake of Queerborough's good name at home and abroad, that a 
 loan be negotiated with some one of the too numerous money-lending 
 firms to whom such a transaction would be a capital investment for much 
 of their hoarded treasure. 
 
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 A Landsman's Log-Book. 
 
 But for the first time in the history of Oueerborough her credit was 
 questioned. In vain strove her venerable councillors to convince the 
 obdurate money lender, who had hitherto smilingly proffered assistance in 
 similar straits, that the resources and wealth of the town were boundless, 
 that the refusal of a little ready money was absurd on the part of so shrewd 
 and sensible a man of business. A panicky feeling had set in, a spirit of 
 carefulness was abroad, and Queerborough, wallowing in assets enough to 
 satisfy a family of Rothschilds, yet felt the fingers upon her throat, and 
 heard the cry of impatient bond-holders, " Pay us what thou owest." Her 
 wise men, the venerable fathers of Queerborough, assembled in special and 
 solemn conclave to consider the situation. The feeling of uneasiness which 
 prevaded the community was visible in the anxious, careworn faces of her 
 grey-bearded silent Aldermen. 
 
 The solemnity of the hour caused those present to forget the dignity 
 and official stateline5?s of manner which had from time immemorial char- 
 acterised the proceedings of Queerborough's Council. Each representa- 
 tive of the poor taxpayers felt that plain and unvarnished speech was 
 necessary. Councillor Waterproof, an authority upon all questions of 
 finance, made a brief statement of the income and outgo of the township, 
 and moved that another effort be made to soften the heart and open 
 the money bag of the borough's banker. But Councillor Caw opposed 
 the motion, and insisted upon a strict enquiry into the cause of the defi- 
 ciency in the public funds, and a more thorough system of collecting 
 the taxes and rates. " Let us," said he, " hand down the Municipal money 
 chest, and see if we cannot convert the contents into a sufficient sum to 
 save the borough from this continual borrowing." This resolution was 
 acted upon, but the examination revealed nothing likely to cheer the 
 drooping spirits of those present, nor in any way calculated to meet the 
 pressing demands of creditors and public officials clamouring for pay 
 long past due. Some loose change, a plan of a new Town Hall, some 
 receipted bills for moneys expended upon public entertainment of dis- 
 tinguished visitors, and a note of hand (for uncollected taxes), which had 
 been so frequently renewed that the name of the original endorser had 
 been lost or forgotten — were the assets of Queerborough at the time of 
 which I write. There was nothing in all this likely to cheer the heart 
 of Queerborough's Mayor, and he even heaved a sigh of resigned relief 
 when Councillor Oldbacon, who had devoted many years of his life to 
 laboring for the commonwealth, suggested that if the town was forced 
 
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QUEERBOROUGH'S BANKRUPTCY. 89 
 
 to make an assignment he would consent to act as the assignee, a position 
 he was emmently qualified to fill. Alas, poor Queerborough ! Already 
 the gloomy imagmations of the more ignorant among her people pictured 
 the suffenngs and woe resultant fi-om municipal bankruptcy. No gas no 
 water, no coroner to hold an inquest over those of Queerborough's citi- 
 zens who happened to be waylaid, robbed, and murdered in the dark 
 streets. No policemen to patrol the highways and watch over the morality 
 of ratepayers through windows and keyholes, and not even a magistrate 
 to enliven the dreary columns of daily newspapers with records of Justices' 
 justice. No, nothing. But just as Queerborough's cup of anguish " o'er 
 began to swim." a few words of advice from a cool, practical citizen, who 
 
 V '^^ V!fu '^P°''' °^ '^^ '*°'"^y ^^^^^^ ^" ^hi^l^ Councillors Bailey, 
 Yarney, OWbacon. Caw, Waterproof, and companions had taken active 
 part, enabled the Mayor to lift and empty the goblet of bitterness. This 
 citizen suggested that, although Mr. Scareamic was unwilling to make 
 further advances, there was another money-lender quite satisfied of Queer- 
 borough s stability, and ready and willing to provide ready cash to^meet 
 all requirements. * 
 
 di J^/^ ""^"^^^ '^' T""^^^' ^"' '° '^'' ^^y Queerborough's financial 
 difficulties are pointed to as an instance of the alarm which may be caused 
 by thoughtiess and indiscreet cries of ''wolf," and many now living are 
 often heard to express surprise at the unnecessary fear which came upon 
 the people, a fear as groundless as that which is so cleveriy depicted by 
 
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 danger of shipwreck were miraculously saved by the action of the man 
 
 safety. ^^'^^^Sht him of a plank, upon which all walked ashore in 
 
 hl..wT ^;"7 ^^'" P^^d «i"^^ little Queerborough groaned under this 
 black cloud of financial rum and distress. Her children now make the 
 grand public squares and vacant lots echo to the merry sound of music 
 and of dance. But when discussing civic affairs at street corners, her old 
 men still mumble out among themselves the story of the " injunction " 
 
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 MEMORIES. 
 
 T^ IFE was just opening for me when, in the summer of 187 1, I landed 
 JL from the Allan steamer North American at Halifax. I can recall 
 ^^ my delight upon discovering, when leaving Liverpool, that among 
 our passengers we could number the celebrated Renforth crew, then on 
 their way to meet the equally famous Paris crew, of St. John, N. B. Many 
 of my readers are familiar with the history of that race. Renforth, the 
 champion oarsman of the period, fell back dying or dead in the boat when 
 the race was but half completed. But, in the regatta at Halifax a few 
 weeks later, his companions — Kelly, Chambers, Percy, and Bright — 
 made an effort to regain lost laurels, and, although defeated, had the plea- 
 sure of seeing England's colors to the fore in the aquatic world for almost 
 the last time. Whether the Taylor-Winship crew would have carried off 
 the biggest prize of that Carnival had the Pryor crew, of Halifax, been 
 properly boated, is not for me to deternme. 
 
 That I was permitted to witness such boat racing as that of 1871 will 
 always be a pleasant memory, now that professional boat racing is in such 
 evil repute. 
 
 Here, in my den, are pictures recalling an event of a far different 
 nature — the wreck of the Atlantic. Who among the residents of Halifax, 
 at the time when the news of that awful disaster reached the city, can for- 
 get the thrill of horror that convulsed us when the worst was known. I 
 wonder if my companions of that ride to Prospect have preserved memen- 
 toes, as I have, of our melancholy journey. One of my fellow horsemen 
 is now well on the road to a Judgeship, and still remains a warm friend of 
 mine. The other is, like the writer, among the less distinguished citizens 
 of the world. I can sit back in. my chair this evening and see our trio of 
 horsemen returning to Ainsley's stables, saddened by the sight of hundreds 
 of the drowned passengers of the ill-fated Atlantic stretched out on the 
 rocks, avaiting burial. As I think thereof, my dear Graham, every bone 
 in my body aches again in sympathy with my sufferings during the last five 
 miles of that awful ride. 
 
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 And here in a pigeon-hole of my desk is a memento of a very different 
 
 iisTt? f' rTi'^''^''''^ "Eastward, Ho!" being some account of a 
 visit to England in the year of the Paris Exhibition, 1878. The com- 
 
 fr'!,"! """"y^^^ ^'^ scattered now. Good Bishop Binney has 
 
 joined the great majority. ^ 
 
 "God's finger touched him, and he slept." 
 
 Colonel Mackinlay is still hale and hearty; Henry Romans is also 
 living; Captain Haley is serving his country in some other clime ; Kelsey, 
 of the Flagship, has not re-appeared on the North American station. 
 
 These were some of the merriest of our company during that voyage; 
 and, If any now living m Halifax know of the whereabouts of Clagett 
 Bagger the Dane, Sharpe, and others who figured in our Mock Trial and 
 the Christy Minstrel Entertainment, I would like to hear thereof 
 
 And now I have unearthed reports of many a jolly dinner, and many 
 a pleasant outing with the Officers of the 66th Princess Louise Fusiliers 
 I wonder if Arthur Curren, Byron Weston, Jack Howard, and others of 
 the friends of those days are blessed with the ability to enjoy things as I 
 do al over again." Here is the account of that " Battie of Sussex," to 
 which I travelled as a special war correspondent of the Morning- Chronicle, 
 Does the good-natured Surgeon of the 66th. Dr. Slayter, remember giving 
 r '^ff /^?°^ ^^^'\^ g^^^^O his berth in the Pullman ? I little thought 
 then that a few years later I should accompany some of the " 66th" as far 
 as Montreal on their more serious expedition to the North-West. I started 
 
 7a^T2V ^ ''"""u' ^^P^.^^^y-^« sP^^iaJ correspondent, and perhaps 
 Adjutant Kenny can bear witness to my willingness to share danger as I 
 shared pleasure in the company of my old comrades of the Volunteers 
 But I was not enrolled, and had to return to my duty elsewhere 
 
 What IS this ? A list of those who assisted the Artists of the Royal 
 Canadian Academy to make their Exhibition in Halifax a success. I was 
 Secretary of the Local Committee, and have many souvenirs of how un- 
 
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 pleasant a Secretaryship can be made when committeemen are idle. But 
 the outcome of that Exhibition was the commencement of a pleasant 
 friendship with one who is now doing good work in Halifax, N. S., Mr. 
 George Harvey, A. R. C. A., the leading spirit of the since-established Art 
 School. 
 
 Racing Programmes of many Bankers' Regattas ! Some of the con- 
 testants in these are far away now, and many of them have climbed far 
 higher in the Banking world than one whose ambition has passed away 
 since he discovered how big a part in the struggle for supremacy is played 
 by that indefinable element — Chance, Circumstance, Fate — call it what 
 you will. But these photographs are apt to rekindle the old boating fever. 
 Fred. Taylor, who stroked the Bank of Montreal boat to victory ; Jack 
 Lithgow, ' who, with Stavert, Thompson, and Greenwood carried the 
 Bankers' colors to the fore past Thornvale in the best four-oared race 
 of many regattas ; Tracey, who made such an able " gtroke " for a later 
 crew of " Wanderers " ; Duflfus and Oxley, the Rice Lake canoeists, who 
 made "Vagrant" realize that advancing years had dimnished his en- 
 durance and curtailed the speed of his Rob Roy canoe ; Stewart, whose 
 work in the inter ests of the W. A. A. C. is deserving of praise. 
 
 These are pleasant memories to one who is now content to see others 
 represent his Bank in contests demanding strength and youth. But, before 
 I put away these relics of the yearly battles on the North-West Arm, 
 let me look again at this group of contestants in the Regatta of 1879: 
 Francklyn (now in New York) ; Galletiy, now a Bank Manager ; Meredith, 
 and that prince of good-natured friends, Harry Mackenzie. 
 
 And on the v/alls of my room are photographs of later well-known 
 figures in the amateur athletic world of Halifax. George Tracey, smothered 
 in medals and cups, who, in his quiet unpretending way, journeyed to New 
 York, and, as a representative of the obscure Wanderers Club, ran with 
 the most fleet-footed of America's runners, and returned to Halifax as 
 "Champion of America." Bravo ! Tracey. ' 
 
 Will Henry, central figure of the group of foot-ball players who main- 
 tain the fame of Halifax running and tackling when the United Service 
 
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 attempt to regain their old-time supremacy. Probably no better all-round 
 athlete than Will Henry has been known in Halifax for many years. For 
 it is indeed a good man who can win special notice from the New York 
 Herald when playing foot-ball for Harvard, and who can extort admiration 
 for liis fielding from Grace and the best of England's cricketers. 
 
 AVhy, my room is full of memories of the past, and, as the recollec- 
 tions of rowing, cricket, foot-ball, boxing, wrestling, and kindred sports 
 and pastimes are revived by pen sketches and photographs, I begin to 
 pardon myself for forcing these recollections on my readers.