3 a o 
handle them, and much of our time was spent breaking 
off the ice. The weight of ice on the boats constantly 
drew them deeper in the water, and by the following 
day we were seriously alarmed lest our heavy freight 
boats should be pulled under and swamped from this 
cause alone. 
Only when the current of the river swung to the oppo- 
site side from that we happened to be following could we 
see open water or have any control over our boats. Such 
a deflection that evening gave us an opportunity to 
land on an island, and very thankful we were to set foot 
on shore again. All day we had seen no one, and the 
track of a wolf on the shore of the island was the 
only indication that life other than our own existed. To 
protect our boats from the ice we felled several good 
sized spruce trees, so that their outer ends formed a 
breakwater, and succeeded in holding them in position 
to sheer the ice off by chopping slats in the thick nm 
of shore ice at the water's edge. 
Loss of the Boats. 
The next day conditions were even worse. Once we 
were almost carried against a perpendicular buttress of 
rock, on which the full current of the river set, and 
which ground the ice cakes into flour. These cakes 
had now grown in size and solidity, and most of them 
would have borne a man's weight. When Major 
Walsh's party had their trouble with the ice, in which 
they lost three boats and a man, those who escaped 
from the wrecked boats walked ashore on snowshoes 
over the moving ice. Freeman, Bowles and Weinberg 
saw a collision with jammed ice was inevitable, and 
leaped from their boat just as it was sucked under 
without ever touching the ice. Bowles and Weinberg 
got secure footing, and eventually reached shore, but 
Freeman missed and his body has not yet been- found. 
Freeman's Point, twelve miles below the Big Salmon, 
will recall the man and his tragic taking off in years to 
come. 
Early in the afternoon of Nov. 5 we decided to take 
advantage of the first favorable opportunity to make a 
landing. Several times we endeavored unsuccessfully 
to reach the shore, and after each attempt had to work 
desperately to get back into the channel before being 
carried on crags or bars. At length, just at the head 
of the Ingersoll Islands, where the river widens to a mile, 
and where among numerous islands it becomes very 
shallow and very swift, we managed to get our boats up 
to the rim of shore ice. The current, dragged them 
along this so that a man, to keep up with them, had to 
go on a jog trot. It was a difficult matter to get from a 
small boat to the shore ice, and required a jump similar 
to that taken in getting off a street car. Mac had the 
misfortune to slip, and his boats, which were above, were 
dragged down on mine. Mac held on like a bull dog and 
was pulled into the water over his boot tops. The com- 
bined pull of the boats also drew me into the water, but 
fortunately it was shallower, ami together we man- 
aged to bring the little flotilla to a standstill. The ice 
was piling up in an alarming way about them, how- 
ever, and there was no timber or suitable camp spot 
near by. Quarter of a mile below we could see the 
grove of spruce trees that marks the flat of Wolverine 
Creek, and as the shore line was bad the entire distance, 
and there were indications of a cove near the timber, we 
resolved to let the boats down to this place. 
Soon after the start was made the current set in more 
strongly to the bank we were on, and we began to 
have , trouble. I had secured a long spruce pole and 
ran ahead, keeping the boats clear of the shore ice and 
snags, while Mac followed, holding the rope to which 
our little flotilla in tandem was attached. To gain a mo- 
ment's time Mac tried to snub the boats on a sweeper. 
The r.ope broke and it was only by a quick leap into the 
nearest boat that Mac saved them from going adrift. 
We tied the broken rope while running to keep up with 
the current, and then Mac crawled out over the boats 
w ;M n t ] ie intention of tieing all together with our inch 
cable, 
uiore he had made much headway at the job we 
came to a place where the sweepers, or trees, tumbled 
into the river from the cut bank above were so bad 
that I could not follow the shore. I called to Mac that 
I would meet him below, and threw the rope which I 
held into the boat. 
On top of the bank the snow was knee deep, and it 
was worse than a sack race to get through ft. I shed 
my hat, coat and vest, and eventually reached the river 
at a clear spot ahead of the boats. Near at hand was a 
protected cove, where we could draw them up in safety 
My first thought was of thankfulness that the boats had 
not distanced me, but the next moment this was changed 
to horror, for two boats appeared, followed by a third, 
detached from the others, and nowhere was Mac to be 
seen. 
The two boats struck the ice nearly at my feet, but I 
was so filled with the idea that Mac had met with an ac- 
cident that I did not attempt to stop them. Instead T 
ran. back up the river's edge. 
A hundred yards above I found him looking for me. 
The boats had been carried against the ice; he had 
jumped out and tried again to snub them, with only one 
fast to the heavy rope. First two had broken loose, and 
then the third. Night was upon us, and with the start 
they had gamed we could catch them neither by run- 
ning or in the boat which remained. This boat con- 
tained bedding, cooking, outfit, clothing and one rifle 
All our provisions were lost. J.^B. Burnham 
North Carolina Quail 
Garfield, N. C, Oct. 11.— The prospects for quail in 
this vicinity are of the very best. It is almost impossible 
to walk through any of the fields without putting up a 
large covey of quail. I have made special inquiry of a 
great many farmers in this neighborhood, and they 
all report more birds than they have had for a number 
of years. The reason for the abundance of quail this 
year is that so few were killed last fall and winter, also 
.the exceptional good breeding weather which we had 
during the past summer. The open season on quail in 
this county ( Rowan) is from Nov, 15 to Feb, 15 
A. H. G. 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
Proprietors of fishing and hunting resorts will find it profitable 
to advertise them in Forest and Stream. 
"Where to go. 
One important, useful and considerable part of the Forest and 
Stream's service to the sportsmen's community is the information 
given inquirers for shooting and fishing resorts. We make it our 
business to know where to send the sportsman for large or small 
game, or in quest of his favorite fish, and this knowledge is freely 
imparted on request. 
On the other hand, we are constantly seeking information of this 
character for the benefit of our patrons, and we invite sportsmen, 
hotel proprietors and others to communicate to us whatever may be 
of advantage to the sportsman tourist. 
The Nipissing Country. 
Lockport, N. Y. — It is but one night's ride from the 
metropolis to Lockport, the county seat of the Cataract 
county. We invite the New Yorker to take another 
night's journey, this time due north, with a party of 
Lockport gentlemen who annually for ten years have 
made the delightful pilgrimage. Leaving the peerless 
city of Toronto on the Grand Trunk Muskoka express 
for North Bay, the northern terminus of that road, we 
will soon lead him to a region whose pleasures are not 
anticipated by the smoky and poky guide books, and 
whose joys are untamed by descriptions from some rail- 
way pamphlet on "fishing and hunting resorts." True, 
we* have left behind the roar of mighty Niagara not 
many hours since, but we are nevertheless ''far from 
the madding crowd." 
Midway between the sandy shores of noble Lake 
Nipissing and the pine-clad banks of the foaming Otta- 
wa, lies Lac du Talon. Some enthusiastic traveler who 
has threaded his way from Lake Ontario to Hudson 
Bay, and gazed from many a vantage point upon the 
lake-dotted landscape, has written: "Like a virgin god- 
dess in a primeval world, Canada still walks in uncon- 
scious beauty among her golden* woods, and along the 
margin of her trackless streams, catching but broken 
glances of her radiant majesty, as mirrored on then- 
surface." Felicitously indeed is that imperial Northland 
likened to the immortal huntress, Diana. The Great 
Lakes are her crystal throne, the Muskokas are three 
graces attending her, the Georgian Bay is her bow, 
Nipissing is her silver crown, but Lake Talon is the 
pearly crescent that never fades from her regal fore- 
head. 
The vigilant representatives of Uncle Sam at the 
Niagara Falls custom house are easily pursuaded that 
the party is not engaged in the smuggling business, for 
they recognize in the advance guard the temporarily 
dignified countenance of the county judge, and the stern 
visage of the sheriff, and so the baggage goes over the 
border without ruffling a fly or turning a Winchester 
snuggly concealed between the blankets. We rapidly 
skirt the lake shore, and after a brief breathing spell at 
hustling Hamilton soon find ourselves in Toronto. The 
evening tirain carries us swiftly through the fine farms 
and picturesque villages of the lower peninsula, and soon 
we get a sniff of the northern breezes as "bracing as the 
breath of an Alpine wind." But the charms of Muskoka 
and the delights of the Georgian Bay country are nothing 
to us, and we leave them behind without a lingering 
regret, for we seek the land where the crowd does not 
jostle. The veterans who have been there before relate 
marvelous tales as the train thunders on of - remarkable 
catches of fish, deer invading the camp, wolves that drive 
away sleep. Doc tells how he drove off a bear on the 
trout stream with a .38 caliber revolver, which caused a 
tenderfoot to announce regretfully that he will have to 
forswear the delights of trout fishing, because he left 
his revolver at home, and carrying a rifle with a rod in 
the wilderness is impracticable. It is the tenderfoot's 
"buy" at Allandale, the Queen of Simcoe, and when the 
trait} starts again he has gained courage enough to as- 
sert that he will try the trout stream, gun or no gun. 
The rising sun on Lake Nipissing illuminates the Pull- 
man window-s and arouses the tourists to a scene of 
wonderful beauty. North Bay is a picturesque village, 
attractive in spite of the puffing engines of the railroad 
center, because of the marvelously beautiful setting na- 
ture has given it. Yankee Perkins has a genuine New 
England breakfast ready for the hungry travelers at the 
Pacific House. After the meal he exhibits with pride 
his magnificent collection of mounted heads, trophies of 
the hunt in that region. Moose, elk, caribou, deer and 
bear, all magnificent specimens, whet the appetite of the 
hunter, and he involuntarily breathes a regret that this 
is merely a tame angling party, and that the hunting 
season is not on. He is reassured when Game Protec- 
tor S. A. Hunting, a most courteous Canadian, observes 
just incidentally that the settlers are permitted to kill a 
deer in the way of self-support. The cook, Adolph, who 
has been picked up by prearrangement at North Bay, 
smiles quietly, and sententiously remarks that venison 
is good_ to cat any time if properly prepared. The 
game official, who is one of the most efficient wardens of 
her Majesty's Province, after sizing up the party, deems 
it unnecessary to remind the visitors from the States that 
he^ does not tolerate the reckless slaughter of game. 
The C. P. R. has two passenger trains east daily, one 
at i A. M. and another at 8 P. M. The Lockport party 
heretofore depended upon freights to reach Ruther 
Glen, twenty-nine miles east, but on that fateful day 
there was not a freight nearer than Sault Ste. Marie, so 
the party put in the day at North Bay. The Glen was 
reached at 9 o'clock, and a portage by night on Lake 
Talon, five miles, was out of the question. The station 
agent hospitably invited the trappers from the south to 
camp out in the station house among the mowers, pork 
barrels and egg crates. 
At davbreak, Hank Hill, the only settler in the vicin- 
age, a Yankee who was rapidly getting rich raising hay 
from 1, 100 acres at $12 per ton, was there with his hay- 
rick and farm hands. He carted the baggage to the lake, 
where the guides were in waiting with boats. The beautv 
[Oct. 22, 1898. 
of that inland water more than met the expectation of 
the travelers. The pine-covered hills rose on every | 
side, their dark edges reflected in the limpid mirror, mak- 
ing an entrancing study in the clare-obscure. Little 
islands everywhere dotted the smooth surface, now shut- 
ting out and then revealing hidden beauties of scenery | 
beyond. Five miles up the lake we located Camp Niag- '■ 
ara on an elevated point, which sloped down to the 
water by a wide sanded beach. To the right loomed . 
an aggregation of rocks 1,000ft. high, which were 
punctuated with dens and caverns which we learned : 
afterward were tenanted by all sorts of beasts of the " 
forest. Ducks in martialed flight sailed overhead, wonder- 
ing at, but not frightened by the intruders. Geese 
stretched their great wings in hurried retreat before the ';; 
advance of the baggage-laden flotilla. Disobeying orders 
that not a line should be put into the water until camp 
was completely made, Doc surreptitiously drew from his | 
bag his pet muscalonge spoon, and before guide Swisher 
had pulled twenty rods had 50yds. of line trailing in his I 
wake. Milling magnate Witty, chief of the commissary 
department, and captain of our nine, shouted at him: 
"Doc, you have disobeyed orders, and I arraign youl 
before the court." 
Responded the judge: "Guilty; and I sentence you to 
stand imprisoned in the confines of the camp during the 
first three deer hunts. Take up your slack there; you 
blundering son of Walton, you'll lose him." 
In an instant the canoe and skiff squadron hove to 
without any signal from the flagship, for Doc was en- 1 
gaged in deadly combat with a finny monster that in less 
time than it takes to relate it had three times vaulted 
into the air, showing the glistening scales of a powerful 
'lunge. The unhappy Doc, who had fished those waters 
for nine years past, and who assumed to give the com^ 
plete angler pointers on trolling, glared first at one and| 
then another as advice, expostulation and entreaty were! 
hurled at him from every boat. The 'lunge did a neat 
somersault over the nearest skiff, endangering the ang- 
ler's $2 line, and then plunging for deep water came up 
a moment later near the captain's craft. In sheer des- l| 
peration Doc managed to reach to his bin pocket, and 
clinging with a death grip to his rod, while his automa- ,J 
tic reel sang a merry song, he whipped out his revolver, 
shouting: "I'll give you pirates just three seconqs to* 
give me sea room and to make for that offing before I j 
open fire." The tip was given with such earnest that j 
the boats fell off without further ado. The battle was a 
fierce one, but Doc triumphed. "Only a 12-pounder," ■ 
he remarked, dryly, as he landed the fish; "just a nicflf 
dinner for me and Swisher; you pirates do not deserve 
any." S , 
"You could have landed that fish with half the fuss 
without a rod; you don't want a rod trolling," suggested 
the Sheriff, tentatively. "There's only one sign board 
between here and Hudson Bay, and that points south..; 
It reads: 'This way for pot-hunters.'" And that's how 
the friendly enmity between Doc and the Sheriff started. I 
Lively work saw the three tents pitched, bunks built, 
the stove erected, the dining table awning up, the ham- I 
mocks under the pines swung by noon. Some one had 
strayed into the brush back of camp with a shotgun un- j 
der his arm soon after landing, and he returned with a 1 
half-dozen plump partridges. Adolph apologized for j 
the hasty meal to which all sat down at 1 o'clock, but the 
fish garnished with water cresses, the birds adorned with 
lclluce, the smoking platter of bacon, boiled potatoes, 
bread, butter and coffee, deserved, if they did not re- ' 
ceive, a prayer of appreciative thanksgiving. During j 
the meal one of the guides made the Judge restless by t 
innocently relating in an aggrieved tone how a moose 
had acquired a liking for his turnip patch back in his • 
little five-acre clearing in the mountain. Giving a wish- • 
bone a parting touch, he pushed back his tent stool_ and' | 
addressed the jury: "Gentlemen, I respect the majesty j 
of the law, allowing that respect to suffer no abatement ! 
even in a foreign domain, but I submit to vou that the $ 
statutes of Her Imperial Majesty should not protect and j 
cherish under the panoply of a $60 fine any four-footed i 
beast that has acquired a taste for vegetables in a be- jj 
flighted region like this, where grass is so plentiful, and ) 
where turnips are so scarce. Swisher, how long will it ! 
take us to reach a point where a reasonably good marks- j 
man could protect your friend's turnip patch?" And that ' 
is only the beginning, of another story, which Would ' 
have to deal with the triumph of equity over justice, and 1 
whose sequel is a pair of magnificent moose antlers, 
which shall soon adorn the mantelpiece of the Judge's 
domicile in Lockport. 
Back of the camp, near the rocks before spoken of, in 1 
a deep glen, was a pond ten acres in extent. That t 
afternoon we found along its moist margins tracks that 
the guides assured us denoted ' the presence of deer, 
bears and panthers. After this discovery, rifle practice 1 
was in order. Doc placed a bottle, on a stump down 
along the shore 150yds. away, and all took a shot off 
hand. Eight bullets passed the crystal, leaving it un- 
touched, until the veteran leveled his piece and smashed 
it into small fragments. There was no living with the j 
champion until the next day. A fox on the rocks across ' 
the ravine had been noticed surveying the camp at inter- 
vals. When he appeared again the Sheriff was ready j 
for him. It was a good long range, subsequently pacing 1 
the distance and carefully estimating the ravine made it 1 
350yds. The marksman rested his gun against a smalt 
pine and fired. The beast fell backward, and was found 
by the triumphant Sheriff among the rocks dead as a. 
stone, shot through the head. Within two days four i 
more of the party defeated Doc in the rifle contests, the ( 
mark being a soap box placed on a point 450yds. from 1 
camp, demonstrating that the Sheriff's remarkable shot| 
had taken his nerve. 
Around the camp-fire at night the smaller parties that j 
had been out during the day on the lake, or uo the trout 
streams, told of the game they saw and the signs oil 
game met with everywhere. The region in the open sea- 
son must be a veritable paradise for the hunter. But ( 
angling was the avowed concern of the men of Camp 1 
Niagara, and to it they chiefly devoted themselves. Lake' 
Talon and neighboring lakes, which were reached by I 
short portages, abounded with small-mouth black bass, 
pike, pickerel, muscalonge and lake trout. The season 
was early for lake trout, but several fine specimens were 
caught by deep trolling. The largest black "bass was 
captured by Aluminum Works Davis. It was a^beau 1 
