SHOULD THE Hunter Get Lost. 20 


when the sun is obscured, must even hold it in his hand when 
the snow is falling in flakes the size of a ten cent piece, or he 
may not keep his course. 
Now boys, catch a quick sight as I fly out of tangle number 
one, through a little clearer space, and I will try and tell you 
how one could do if he should miss his way in the woods, and 
be too late to find a shelter for the night. Suppose the 
hunter is lost. No, not lost, for a fairly good woodsman 
never gets entirely lost with his compass by him. We will 
suppose he is strayed and cannot make his way to the home 
camp, or point of destination, by the remaining daylight. 
Night is coming and he must camp. Now this is not a diffi- 
cult job at all for a well, healthy fellow, rather a bit of inter- 
est to be added to his trampings; and well and healthy he 
should be and surely is, if he has been in the forest a few 
days, for here we regain health and jolly spirits very quickly, 
cannot help doing so; in fact, we hardly ever take a cold 
while in the woods. 
Finding he has but little time, he should not press on with 
uncertainty before him; dnd he need not get the least excited, 
for he is all right. How is the wind? North-west and a 
little colder than pleasant. He goes backa piece to the brook 
he just crossed, selects the south side of a small rocky bluff, 
backed by a thicket of evergreens and small spruce, and 
chooses this for a camping chance. There is plenty of hard 
wood growing near, mixed with spruce and fir, and handy by, 
lies an old down pine, resting upon the bed pieces. It is dry 
and pitchy from years of sunshine, large slabs of thick bark 
that have fallen off it, lying beneath. It was cut and con- 
demned for some slight fault by some hardy lumberman, long, 
long ago, who now lies mouldering in his grave. Seeing 
