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my companion was not as old as I, he was larger and heavier. 

 I worked along with him, half carrying him, while he would 

 support himself as best he could. I got him within about a mile 

 of the cabin when he completely gave out and could go no farther 

 and with all my pleadings I could not get him to try to go any 

 farther, but he promised that if I went after help that after rest- 

 ing he would work his way to camp. 



Seeing that there was no other way to do, I left him and 

 started for help. It was now dark. My way was over a road 

 of about twelve miles and nearly all the way through a thick 

 woods and part of the way without a road other than a path. 

 When I reached the cabin I stopped long enough to build a fire 

 so that the cabin would be warm when my companion got there 

 if he did get there at all, which I doubted. 



I took a lunch in my hand and started for help. I would take 

 a trot whenever the woods were sufficiently open to let in light 

 enough so that I could see my way. I got to my companion's 

 home about midnight and we were soon on the way back with 

 a team and wagon while my companion's father went after a 

 doctor to have him there when we got back with the patient. We 

 drove with the wagon as far as the road would allow, then we 

 left the wagon and rode the horses to the camp. 



When we reached the cabin, contrary to expectations, we found 

 my companion there but very sick. We lost no time in getting 

 him onto a horse and starting for the wagon where we had a bed 

 for the patient to lie down on. We got home about eight o'clock 

 in the morning. The doctor was waiting for us and he said as 

 soon as he looked at the man that it was. a bad case of typhoid 

 fever. He was right, for it took many weeks before my friend 

 was able to be out again. 



When game began to get scarce, that is when game was no 

 longer found plenty right at the door, I began to look for parts 

 where game was plentiful and accordingly, with three companions, 

 I arranged to hunt and trap on Thunder Bay River in Michigan, 

 where deer and all kinds of game, we had been told, were plenty 

 and also lots of fur bearers. This we found to be quite true 

 but the state had passed a law forbidding the shipment of deer, 



