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FOREST AND S T R E A M 
June, 1920 
Fisherman's Luck 
A box of Heinz Varieties is a fine thing in 
camp. Whether you get the fish or not, you do 
get the appetite. Appetites won’t wait — at least" 
not cheerfully. 
But out with the Heinz- — Baked Beans, Spa- 
ghetti, Tomato Soup, all ready in a jiffy. A good 
supply of hearty, quickly prepared, delicious 
food adds much to the success of the trip. 
HEINZ ^Varieties 
Just try an assortment like this : 
HEINZ Baked Beans, four kinds, good hot or cold 
HEINZ Spaghetti with tomato sauce and cheese 
HEINZ Cream Soups — Tomato, Celery and Pea 
With HEINZ Tomato Ketchup, Heinz Peanut Butter, 
HEINZ Pickles and Heinz Preserves 
to add just the right relish. 
Send for list of the 57 Varieties Sold by all grocers H. J. Heinz Company, Pittslmr ;h, Pa. 
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has been stolen, the penalty wherefore 
imposed being that the two day run to the 
railroad shall be made, upstream running 
trout notwithstanding, between rising and 
setting of one sun. 
This is the story I told to Frank as 
we waited for the coming of our rig, and 
it did not require the bag upon which I 
was sitting and which on that other occa- 
sion lay behind me in the bottom of the 
canoe to refresh in my memory the stir- 
ring incidents of that race with the time 
table. And I said to Frank that I had 
always wanted to go back and complete 
the unfinished work of that day, and that 
another time I was going, surf fishing or 
no, to spend days drifting with cowdung 
and hare’s ear on these four miles of 
sluggish eddieS and darkened bends. 
OLD BROWNIE OF 
ANTELOPE CREEK 
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dred yards wide, and just as he got his 
forefeet up on the bank ready to climb 
out of the water I fired and he rolled 
back in the water. I turned loose on the 
other one now and I saw the water- 
splash right alongside of him. * I caught 
a bead and fired again, and this time I 
hit him but he struggled along and I 
waited until he got to the bank, and, as 
he undertook to climb out, I could tell 
he was about all in, so I let him pull 
himself clear out on the bank, and just 
as he attempted to straighten up I sent 
another bullet after him, which struck 
him in the top of the back and laid him 
out. I had not noticed the other one 
during this time. He had crawled out 
and got straightened up and was going 
across the prairie — but making mighty 
poor headway. I ran down along the 
lake to where there was an old canoe that 
was used by campers for fishing and 
jumped in and ran across to the other 
side and took out after him. It wasn’t 
long until I got up to where he could see 
me coming and then he made desperate 
efforts to get away. Although wolves are 
ferocious animals, and very dangerous 
when you run across them in bands, alone 
they are cowardly and afraid of man. 
This one, however, was so badly crippled 
that it soon gave it up and laid his head 
flat on the ground and watched me as I 
approached. I had my gun all ready and 
walked up to within ten steps when he 
began to growl and snap his teeth like a 
steel trap. I thought: “Old fellow, you’ll 
never run any more deer,” so I pulled up 
and shot him in the head and ended his 
career for all time to come. I now went 
to work and skinned them and took the 
hides to camp and put them out of sight 
so Temp wouldn’t discover them when 
he came in. 
I WENT back now and finished cleaning 
the fish and along about five o’clock 
Temp cariie in. I could see he had a 
jubilant air about him, hut I thought I 
wouldn’t ask him any questions for awhile 
anyhow, as I could tell he was brimming 
over with something to tell. Finally I 
said : “Temp, I had a little fun while you 
were gone.” “How was that,” said 
Temp. “Did you go out fishing again?” 
