THE WILD LIFE OF LAKE SUPERIOR 



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Photograph by George Shiras, 3d 



FLASHLIGHT OF AN ALBINO PORCUPINE) 



For seven consecutive summers this animal was photographed at night in the same bay on 

 Whitefish Lake. (See "A Flashlight Story of an Albino Porcupine and of a Cunning but 

 Unfortunate Coon," June, 191 1, Nat. Geog. Mag.) 



but this was deemed a virtue, according 

 to one of the party, because the sagging 

 canvas would keep our feet warm, the 

 coverings consisting of a single blanket 

 each. 



COOKING UNDER DIFFICULTIES 



The remaining part of the day was 

 spent in fishing, and after the trout were 

 cleaned and an indescribable batter pre- 

 pared for the flapjacks, it was discovered 

 the lard and butter had been left behind. 

 But burned fish and flapjacks pried ofif 

 the frying-pan with a knife were not dis- 

 couraging, for there was an abundance 

 of jam, bread and cookies, and in the 

 tent was a large beefsteak for breakfast, 

 which, in the absence of grease, would 

 now be broiled on a spit before the fire. 



As dusk approached, a roaring sound 

 came from the interior and gradually 

 grew louder. The suggestion that it was 

 a great forest fire sweeping toward the 

 lake and would soon engulf us nearly 

 sent the party scampering home, but the 

 absence of either smoke or flame seemed 



to upset this prediction, and the mystery 

 was left unsolved. 



The wind, shifting from the lake to 

 oflshore, had brought in hearing the 

 sound of some large falls; but such a 

 simple explanation was not in the minds 

 of youths about to spend the night in the 

 region, growing more fearsome as the 

 camp-fire accentuated the oncoming dark- 

 ness. 



It fell to my lot to occupy the front of 

 the open tent, but as the warmth of the 

 fire had advantages and the glare would 

 keep away the prowlers of the night, I 

 was soon asleep with the rest. About 

 midnight the fire burned low, and to keep 

 warm the blankets were drawn over the 

 heads of each. 



TERROR IN THE TENT 



Suddenly I heard a snuffling sound be- 

 yond the tent, and then a couple of heavy 

 feet pressed down on the blanket, fol- 

 lowed by some animal seizing the pack- 

 age of meat and dragging it away. 



Still enveloped in the covering, I man- 



