IN THE UPPER PENINSULA. 



A. B. RICHMOND. 



Photos by the Author. 



In the early morning of November 5th, 

 Buckshot, Buckskin, Eagle Eye, Trail- 

 maker and Tenderfoot met at the train 

 that would start us on our journey for 

 the extreme North of upper Michigan. 

 About midday we picked up Baldy, and our 

 party was complete. After an uneventful 

 journey of 15 hours we arrived at Seney, 

 our point of disembarkation. There we 

 made arrangements for an early start, 

 and with a sigh of relief we crept be- 



west wind swept across the plains, ren- 

 dering it necessary to keep moving in or- 

 der to keep warm. About 2 p. m. we 

 reached an old camp, 16 miles out, and 

 building a fire we stopped to lunch and 

 feed the horses. 



After lunch we left the old road we had 

 been following, and branched off on an 

 unused logging road leading in a zigzag 

 fashion around Driggs' lake to our camp. 

 There we encountered our first real trouble 



ROSS CREEK ABOVE THE DAM. 



tween the coverlets of a good bed. At 

 daybreak the morning of the 6th we were 

 out and soon had our wagon loaded with 

 all our camp equipage, groceries, etc., and 

 with our jolly toteman, Louis Bras, we 

 were at last started on our long journey 

 of nearly 30 miles over barren pine plains, 

 and through dense forests of hardwood 

 timber. Owing to our heavy load we nec- 

 essarily walked much of the distance, and 

 it makes a long, tedious journey. Un- 

 less a person is inured to hard exercise, 

 and thoroughly enjoys it, my advice to him 

 is never to attempt the trip. A raw North- 



in the shape of fallen timber, which ob- 

 structed our progress and had to be re- 

 moved before we could continue. Each 

 season we have to do this, as the road 

 is used only by our party. We provide 

 saws and axes, and taking turns we grad- 

 ually get the fallen trees out of the way. 

 Dusk found us at Driggs' dam, still 6 

 miles from our camp, but luck was with 

 us, as the old dam and the bridge over 

 the Driggs river, which we were afraid 

 we should have to repair, were in good 

 shape, having been repaired by a lumber- 

 man who had been getting out a few logs 



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