THERE is a vast region lying north of Lake Superior that 

 offers many attractions to the lover of the real wilder- 

 ness. As a canoe country, it is unsurpassed on this con- 

 tinent, and its thousands of lakes are well stocked with game 

 fish. One can have solitude as absolute as that of Robinson 

 Crusoe, for there are hundreds of beautiful lakes that are 

 seldom if ever visited by man. 



Exploring these smaller bodies of water is a never-ending 

 delight. The angler must find out for himself just what kinds 

 of fish each lake contains. Some have muskelonge, some have 

 trout and some have black bass, and nearly all of them have 

 pike, pickerel and perch, besides many other varieties. 



It is neither a hard nor an expensive journey to this won- 

 derful country. One can leave Duluth on the morning train, 

 have luncheon in the dining car, and arrive at Winton by one 

 o'clock in the afternoon. Then if arrangements for canoe and 

 outfit have been made in the advance, it is possible to spend 

 the first night far beyond the last traces of civilization. 



Practicable canoe routes extend from there to Hudson bay, 

 the Gulf of St. Lawrence, and to the Gulf of Mexico, but the 

 novice will probably be satisfied with a shorter trip. 



Hunters Island stretches for about fifty miles along the 

 north boundary of Minnesota, and one can spend a whole sum- 

 mer exploring, its many lakes and streams. Those who hunt 

 with a camera can get as close as they wish to deer and moose 

 in the water, and it is not at all uncommon to see from ten to 

 twenty of these animals during one day's travel. 



As a restorer of body and mind, a canoe trip through a por- 

 tion of this lake-strewn paradise is in a class by itself. One 

 may dress in his oldest clothes, neglect shaving, smoke his 

 smelliest pipe and even forget to wash. There will be no one 

 to see nor to criticise. Just think! No summer resorts, no 

 cottages, no hotels to mar the pleasure of a sure-enough out- 



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