48 FIFTY YEARS A HUNTER AND TRAPPER. 



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In or about the year '67 or '68, Uncle Horatio Nelson, whom 

 I have spoken of before, had for years been accustomed to going 

 to Edgecomb Place, later known as Cherry Springs, to hunt and 

 trap. Wolves were then more plentiful than foxes are at the 

 present time. 



I will explain that Cherry Springs was simply a farm house 

 built of logs. This house was located about half way through, 

 or in the center of a dense forest of about twenty miles square. 

 The Jersey Shore turnpike ran through this vast forest and the 

 stage or any traveler going through this region were obliged to 

 stop at this house to feed at noon, or to stop over night, this 

 being the only house on the road. 



From where this house was located there was easy access 

 to the waters of Pine Creek, which flowed east, to the waters of 

 the Cross Fork of Kettle Creek, which flowed south and to the 

 waters of the East Fork of the Sinnamahoning which flowed west. 

 There was no one living on any of these streams for many miles. 

 This was the point where Mr. Nelson, or Uncle, as I shall call 

 him, hunted for many years. 



At the time I am writing of, it had been a noted place for 

 many hunters to stop from all parts of the country. There were 

 almost too many hunters stopping at Cherry Spring to suit Uncle 

 as he was getting pretty well along in years and did not like so 

 much company. I had been camping a greater part of the time 

 for several seasons about five miles north of Cherry Springs and 

 one day Uncle said, if I cared to, he would go on to Crossfork 

 and build a cabin and we would hunt and trap, more particularly 

 trap. This was satisfactory to me although I had a good camp 

 where I was trapping and in a fairly good locality for game, but 

 the Crossfork country was a little farther in the tall timber so 1 

 thought that the change might be a good thing. 



About the first of October we took a team, went into the 

 woods and cut out a sort of a turkey trail from the wagon road 

 down to Boon Road Hollow to the Hog's Back branch of the Cross- 

 fork, where we selected a sight for the camp. We felled a large 

 hemlock tree and cut off four logs of suitable length to make the 

 body of the camp about ten by twelve feet inside. We worked 



