it was some time before the canoes were ready, and in the mean time the young canoeists met with a new difficulty. the canoe-builders wrote to them wishing to know how they would have the canoes rigged. it had never occurred to the boys that there was more than one rig used on canoes, and of course they did not know how to answer the builders’ question. so they went to the commodore and told him their difficulty.
“i might do,” said he, “just as i did when i told you to go and ask four different canoeists which is the best canoe; but i won’t put you to that trouble. i rather like the lord ross lateen rig better than any other, but, as you are going to try different kinds of canoes, it would be a good idea for you[21] to try different rigs. for example, have your ‘rob roy’ rigged with lateen-sails; rig the ‘shadow’ with a balance-lug, the ‘rice laker’ with a ‘sharpie’ leg-of-mutton, and the canvas canoe with the standing lug. each one of these rigs has its advocates, who will prove to you that it is better than any other, and you can’t do better than try them all. only be sure to tell the builders that every canoe must have two masts, and neither of the two sails must be too big to be safely handled.”
“how does it happen that every canoeist is so perfectly certain that he has the best canoe and the best rig in existence?” asked tom.
“that is one of the great merits of canoeing,” replied the commodore. “it makes every man contented, and develops in him decision of character. i’ve known a canoeist to have a canoe so leaky that he spent half his time bailing her out, and rigged in such a way that she would neither sail nor do anything in a breeze except capsize; and yet he was never tired of boasting of the immense superiority[22] of his canoe. there’s a great deal of suffering in canoeing,” continued the commodore, musingly, “but its effects on the moral character are priceless. my dear boys, you have no idea how happy and contented you will be when you are wet through, cramped and blistered, and have to go into camp in a heavy rain, and without any supper except dry crackers.”
while the boys were waiting for their canoes they read all the books on canoeing that they could find, and searched through a dozen volumes of the london field, which they found in uncle john’s library, for articles and letters on canoeing. they thus learned a good deal, and when their canoes arrived they were able to discuss their respective merits with a good degree of intelligence.
the “rob roy” and the “shadow” were built with white cedar planks and spanish cedar decks. they shone with varnish, and their nickel-plated metal-work was as bright as silver. they were decidedly the prettiest of the four canoes, and it would[23] have been very difficult to decide which was the prettier of the two. the “rice laker” was built without timbers or a keel, and was formed of two thicknesses of planking riveted together, the grain of the inner planking crossing that of the outer planking at right angles. she looked strong and serviceable, and before tom had been in possession of her half an hour he was insisting that she was much the handiest canoe of the squadron, simply because she had no deck. the outside planks were of butternut; but they were pierced with so many rivets that they did not present so elegant an appearance as did the planks of the “shadow” and the “rob roy.” the canvas canoe consisted of a wooden skeleton-frame, covered and decked with painted canvas. she was very much the same in model as the “shadow;” and though she seemed ugly in comparison with her varnished sisters, charley claimed that he would get more comfort out of his canoe than the other boys would out of theirs, for the reason that scratches that would spoil the beauty of the[24] varnished wood could not seriously injure the painted canvas. thus each boy was quite contented, and asserted that he would not change canoes with anybody. they were equally well contented with the way in which their canoes were rigged, and they no longer wondered at the confident way in which the canoeists to whom the commodore had introduced them spoke of the merits of their respective boats.
of course the subject of names for the canoes had been settled long before the canoes arrived. joe had named his “rob roy” the dawn; harry’s canoe was the sunshine; tom’s the twilight; and charley’s the midnight. the last name did not seem particularly appropriate to a canoe, but it was in keeping with the other names, and, as the canoe was painted black, it might have been supposed to have some reference to her color.
the boys had intended to join the american canoe association, but uncle john suggested that they would do well to make a cruise, and to become[25] real canoeists, before asking for admission to the association. they then decided to form a canoe club of their own, which they did; and harry was elected the first commodore of the columbian canoe club, the flag of which was a pointed burgee of blue silk, with a white paddle worked upon it. each canoe carried its private signal in addition to the club flag, and bore its name in gilt letters on a blue ground on each bow.
where to cruise was a question which was decided and reconsidered half a dozen times. from the books which they had read the boys had learned that there is, if anything, more fun in cruising on a narrow stream than in sailing on broad rivers; that running rapids is a delightful sport, and that streams should always be descended instead of ascended in a canoe. they, therefore, wanted to discover a narrow stream with safe and easy rapids, and also to cruise on some lake or wide river where they could test the canoes under sail and under paddle in rough water. they learned more of the[26] geography of the eastern states and of canada, in searching the map for a good cruising route, than they had ever learned at school; and they finally selected a route which seemed to combine all varieties of canoeing.
the cruise was to begin at the southern end of lake memphremagog, in vermont. on this lake, which is thirty miles long, the young canoeists expected to spend several days, and to learn to handle the canoes under sail. from the northern end of the lake, which is in canada, they intended to descend its outlet, the magog river, which is a narrow stream, emptying into the st. francis river at sherbrooke. from sherbrooke the st. francis was to be descended to the st. lawrence, down which the canoes were to sail to quebec. they wrote to the postmaster at sherbrooke asking him if the magog and the st. francis were navigable by canoes, and when he replied that there were only one or two rapids in the magog, which they could easily run, they were more than ever satisfied with their route.
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the previous cruises that the boys had made had taught them what stores and provisions were absolutely necessary and what could be spared. each canoe was provided with a water-proof bag to hold a blanket and dry clothes, and with a pair of small cushions stuffed with elastic felt, a material lighter than cork, and incapable of retaining moisture. these cushions were to be used as mattresses at night, and the rubber blankets were to be placed over the canoes and used as shelter tents. although the mattresses would have made excellent life-preservers, uncle john presented each canoeist with a rubber life-belt, which could be buckled around the waist in a few seconds in case of danger of a capsize. harry provided his canoe with a canvas canoe-tent, made from drawings published in the london field, but the others decided not to go to the expense of making similar tents until harry’s should have been thoroughly tested.
when all was ready the blankets and stores were packed in the sunshine, the cockpit of which[28] was provided with hatches, which could be locked up, thus making the canoe serve the purpose of a trunk. the four canoes were then sent by rail to newport, at the southern end of lake memphremagog, and a week later the boys followed them, carrying their paddles by hand, for the reason that, if they had been sent with the canoes and had been lost or stolen, it would have been impossible to start on the cruise until new paddles had been procured.
newport was reached, after an all-night journey, at about two o’clock in the morning. the canoeists went straight to the freight-house to inspect the canoes. they were all there, resting on the heads of a long row of barrels, and were apparently all right. the varnish of the dawn and the sunshine was scratched in a few places, and the canvas canoe had a very small hole punched through her deck, as if she had been too intimate with a nail in the course of her journey. the boys were, however, well satisfied with the appearance of the boats, and so walked[29] up to the hotel to get dinner and a supply of sandwiches, bread, and eggs for their supper.
dinner was all ready, for, under the name of breakfast, it was waiting for the passengers of the train, which made a stop of half an hour at newport. a band was playing on the deck of a steamer which was just about to start down the lake, and the boys displayed appetites, as they sat near the open window looking out on the beautiful landscape, which rather astonished the waiter.
a good, quiet place for launching the canoes was found, which was both shady and out of sight of the hotel. it was easy enough to carry the three empty canoes down to the shore; but the sunshine, with her heavy cargo, proved too great a load, and about half-way between the freight-house and the shore she had to be laid on the ground and partly emptied. here joe, who tried to carry the spars and paddles of four canoes on his shoulder, found that there is nothing more exasperating than a load of sticks of different sizes. no matter how firmly he[30] tried to hold them together, they would spread apart at every imaginable angle. before he had gone three rods he looked like some new kind of porcupine with gigantic quills sticking out all over him. then he began to drop things, and, stooping to pick them up, managed to trip himself and fall with a tremendous clatter. he picked himself up and made sixteen journeys between the spot where he fell and the shore of the lake, carrying only one spar at a time, and grasping that with both hands. his companions sat down on the grass and laughed to see the deliberate way in which he made his successive journeys, but joe, with a perfectly serious face, said that he was going to get the better of those spars, no matter how much trouble it might cost him, and that he was not going to allow them to get together and play tricks on him again.
it was tiresome stooping over, packing the canoes, but finally they were all in order, and the commodore gave the order to launch them. the lake was perfectly calm, and the little fleet started under[31] paddle for a long, sandy point that jutted out into the lake some three miles from newport. the sunshine and the dawn paddled side by side, and the two other canoes followed close behind them.
“boys, isn’t this perfectly elegant?” exclaimed harry, laying down his paddle when the fleet was about a mile from the shore and bathing his hot head with water from the lake. “did you ever see anything so lovely as this blue water?”
“yes,” said charley; “the water’s all right outside of the canoes, but i’d rather have a little less inside of mine.”
“what do you mean,” asked harry. “is she leaking?”
“she’s half full of water, that’s all,” replied charley, beginning to bail vigorously with his hat.
“halloo!” cried joe, suddenly. “here’s the water up to the top of my cushions.”
“we’d better paddle on and get ashore as soon as possible,” said harry. “my boat is leaking a little too.”
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charley bailed steadily for ten minutes, and somewhat reduced the amount of water in his canoe. the moment he began paddling, however, the leak increased. he paddled with his utmost strength, knowing that if he did not soon reach land he would be swamped; but the water-logged canoe was very heavy, and he could not drive her rapidly through the water. his companions kept near him, and advised him to drop his paddle and to bail, but he knew that the water was coming in faster than he could bail it out, and so he wasted no time in the effort. it soon became evident that his canoe would never keep afloat to reach the sand-spit for which he had been steering, so he turned aside and paddled for a little clump of rushes, where he knew the water must be shallow. suddenly he stopped paddling, and almost at the same moment his canoe sunk under him, and he sprung up to swim clear of her.
