Forest and stream . on between thesailing men of tbe Humb-r. Though living our boating life quietly and unostentatiously, we keepa keen eye on the doiDgs of the canoeing world and hail with joy thegood tidings that come from aoro-s the Atlantic, and though faraway, follow with interest and appreciation the records of Americancanoeing. We voteran paddlers seem through them to live again tbedays of old, when lifes duties and cares were less pressing and thesummer breezes seemed more balmy and the wavelets sparkled witha merrier smile. We have not, like our Amencan friends, such awealth and choic
Forest and stream . on between thesailing men of tbe Humb-r. Though living our boating life quietly and unostentatiously, we keepa keen eye on the doiDgs of the canoeing world and hail with joy thegood tidings that come from aoro-s the Atlantic, and though faraway, follow with interest and appreciation the records of Americancanoeing. We voteran paddlers seem through them to live again tbedays of old, when lifes duties and cares were less pressing and thesummer breezes seemed more balmy and the wavelets sparkled witha merrier smile. We have not, like our Amencan friends, such awealth and choice of water. Our surly, brown old Humber gives noencouragement to the picturesque side of canoeing. Clean sails are aluxury enduring but for the first week of the season. Dainty silkcushions embroidered with monograms are a refinement unknown to The cut at the head of this column is a reproduction of a Christmasjwjid^ gey Jews card steal ua by the artist, the owper of ths> paster Feb. 11, 1888.] FOREST AND us. With us all is of the plainest, and rough shags y pilot coats andshocking bad hats ar« the fashionable wear. We srenerally sail double, and many a pleasant cruise has this sea-son added to my log. The week has dragged on its weary course andSaturday dawns, and with it the prospect of a respite. Toward mid-day ledgers and account books are closed with a sigh of relief, andmy first lieutenant, who, enjoying more leisure, has to look to thefitting out. comes up beaming with smiles to report all ready for down to the harbor. Yes. there she lies, the little J&gir, as neat alittle craft as ever bearded old Neptune. Ts all ready? Aye, Aye. from the shore. Then cast off, andwe pull down to the harhors mouth, let go centerboard, up mainsail,and away flies the little craft, lying down nicely to her is sheeted home, mizzen set, ropes coiled away, all madesduec, and now for a pipe. There is something grand about the Humber. No innocent lookingf• e
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