LOST IN THE WOODS. 189 



your mind, and almost invariably you will locate yourself and in 

 so doing will locate the camp. 



To get back to the lost man in question whose name was Amos 

 Fish, and at the time, was the proprietor of the Cherry Springs 

 Hotel, in this county. This hotel was located in the heart of the 

 largest forest in Pennsylvania, and originally was a great resort 

 for hunters from all over the state as well as southern and 

 western New York. (The time of which I write was somewhere 

 in the 60's have forgotten exact date.) There were several men 

 boarding at this hotel and my uncle and myself were among the 

 number boarding with Mr. Fish, hunting, as were other boarders. 

 This hotel stood in the center of a field containing perhaps eighty 

 acres of cleared land, and there was not another clearing or a 

 building within a distance of seven miles. 



One morning after there had been a fall of four or five 

 inches qf snow, which made fine tracking, Mr. Fish thought that 

 he would go out that morning and try and kill a deer. He left 

 the house going through the field in nearly a due east course. 

 After going about one mile he crossed a stream which ran in a 

 north and south direction. Mr. Fish had fished this stream for 

 trout many a time. After crossing this stream Mr. Fish crossed 

 a broad ridge and went on to a small stream known as the Sunken 

 Branch, and a tributary of the stream Mr. Fish had previously 

 crossed. Now Mr. Fish was fairly well acquainted with the loca- 

 tion which he was in, but in his search for deer he had got a 

 little mixed in his whereabout and at once lost his head. 



My uncle when coming in from hunting that evening crossed 

 Mr. Fish's track on the ridge near the head of the Sunken Branch, 

 and had heard him shoot several times but supposed that he was 

 shooting at deer. When the hunters all got in that night and Mr. 

 Fish failed to appear, the matter was discussed by the hunters 

 from all points of view. It was generally thought that Mr. Fish 

 had had good luck killing deer and had been detained in dressing 

 and hanging them up, or that he had wounded a deer and had been 

 led a long way from home in getting it. 



When it got well along in the evening and Mr. Fish failed to 

 come then it was feared that he had met with some misfortune. 



