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without a blanket, or of being attack- 

 ed by the wolves?' 5 I questioned. 



"Not a bit," lie answered. "With a 

 good ax, snch as 1 carry on my belt, 

 and with a compass and waterproof 

 box of matches, which are always in 

 my pocket, a man can be at home and 

 fairly comfortable anywhere in the 

 woods, no matter how cold it is. As 

 for the wolves, the ferocious stories we 

 hear about them are just hunters' 

 varus. Oh, yes, 1 have had them 

 howling around my camp, and have 

 had them follow my trail; but I have 

 vet to find one that seems to me as 

 dangerous as a house dog. Like all 



and 0:1 their own basis as one of them. 

 Me is as much at home in the woods 

 as they are. When a swift river or 

 thin ice is to be crossed and the trail 

 grows dangerous, he never lets 

 another man go ahead of him; and 

 when the lake is wild and white-cap- 

 ped and a journey must be made, it is 

 generally lr's canoe that slips out past 

 the sheltering point. So the guides 

 have long since accepted him as one 

 of the craft. lie chuckles now when 

 he tells of how he stopped at Kineo, 

 one day on his way to his summer 

 caniD, with his ax and "turkey," and 

 the hotel man sent him off to feed at 



DR. LONG'S SUMMER CAMP, "KILLOOLEET" THE WHITE-THROATED SPARROW. 

 He dedicates "Wilderness Ways" to "Killooleet," Little SweetA^oice, who shares my camp and makes 



sunshine as I work and play." 



other wild animals, they are curious 

 about you when they find you quiet in 

 the woods, and like all others they run 

 away, if they can, when you approach 

 them." 



In earlier years Dr. Long went to 

 the big woods alone, or with a single 

 companion, and learned how to do 

 things by doing them. Of late years he 

 is often accompanied by guides and 

 Indians, though he still prefers to go 

 with a single companion who loves 

 the woods and the work as he does 

 himself. He is much loved by the 

 guides in the great north woods, be- 

 cause he meets them as man to man, 



the guide's table. ( )f course this fa- 

 miliarity brings about some amusing 

 situations. The guides greet him with 

 a hearty "Hello, Doc" after a half 

 hour's acquaintance, and both they and 

 he understand the matter perfectly. 

 But once a good old Bishop who fol- 

 lowed his trail was shocked by such 

 familiarity, and maintained that a 

 clergyman should always keep up his 

 dignity. Imagine the Bishop's con- 

 sternation when one of the guides, 

 meeting him, called out cheerily : 

 "Hello, Bish, how'd you like to try the 

 trout this morning"? 



Upon inquiry as to which of his 



