(Note. Mr. Stuart, a member of the editorial staff of the 

 Minneapolis Tribune, accompanied two members of the game 

 and fish commission and several wardens on a recent canoe trip 

 throug-h the Superior national forest and the game preserve. 

 His account emphasizes clearly that Minnesota is the canoeist's 

 paradise.) 



BEHOLD in Minnesota, shunted aside, untraveled, trail- 

 less, ignored, mostly virgin to the foot of man, a mil- 

 lion and a half acres of nature's wildest beauties, truly 

 blushing unseen and wasting their loveliness while restless 

 America hies itself by tourist sleeper and special train to 

 press agented nature wonders of distant fields. 



Who has not heard of the snow-clad Alps, never referred 

 to without the descriptive adjectives, the Yellowstone, the 

 Glacier park, the grand canyon? And who has heard of the 

 game and forest preserves of Northeastern Minnesota, that 

 great expanse of wild lakes and rivers and swaying pines 

 which lies for scores of miles northeast from Ely, Minn.? 



The superior forest and game preserve, this great region 

 is called by those few who know that it exists. 



Lakes Almost Numberless. 



In this vast district there iare lakes which never have so 

 much as graced a map. There are creeks alive with brook 

 tfout, and rivers teeming with pike, which are uncharted. 

 There are woodlands which careless survivors have included 

 in their maps as waterways. Some of the lakes are honored 

 by names. Other await the nature lover who will find his 

 camp site on their shores and christen them. 



This immense preserve takes in the northern part of St. 

 Louis county and most of Cook and Lake counties. Along 

 the Superior shore line there are settlements, but when the 

 last mine is bidden farewell at Winton all civilization is left 

 behind. 



