Sport in an Untouched American Wilderness 



waite led us on and on, across boggy barrens, 

 through thick swamps, where occasional 

 axe-marks on the trees were the only 

 street signs he needed, up steep mountain- 

 sides, and along the shores of unnamed 

 lakes. We went in expecting to remain 

 three weeks. When we had been gone 

 about nine weeks, and two feet of snow 

 had fallen, our friends in the United States 

 began telegraphing to the Boiestown sta- 

 tion agent to hunt us up regardless of ex- 

 pense. He could not find a man in all 

 the settlement who knew the way beyond 

 the Dungarvon River, where the team had 

 turned back. This detail is mentioned for 

 the purpose of demonstrating that the large 

 game with which that wilderness abounds 

 is practically unhunted. 

 ^ During the nine weeks of our absence, 

 were we lost and starving ? No ! We 

 were having the pleasantest time of all our 

 lives, and we fared sumptuously every day. 

 It was an experience to make one feel that 

 civilization does not matter much, and 

 that our savage ancestors had rather the 

 best of it. When heavy snow came un- 

 expectedly early in November, the guide 

 and cook built a thirty-foot dugout in a 

 week, hewing it out of a big hermit pine, 

 dragged the craft a mile over the snow to 



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