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FOREST AND STREA:\I 
June, 1919 
HOTEL 
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The House of Sunshine” 
The latest addition to 
New York’s ultra smart 
hotels (Opened in Dec- 
ember) • Situated in 
the midtown motor 
crossways observing 
Riverside Drive and 
Central Park 
16 Stories High 73rd Street West 
Near 72nd St. Subway Express Station 
Illustrated brochure with room tariffs. 
Parents with children welcomed. 
Special menu and attention. 
Hunting and Fishing 
Preserve 
5,000 acres of finest game and fishing country, 
within 100 miles of Toronto. Well wooded with 
Beach, Maple, Oak, ,\sh. Pine and Spruce. Has 
one lake mile long by half mile wide alive with 
Bass. Four smaller lakes with Brook Trout. 
Brook Trout stream runs for four miles through 
property. Excellent fishing. Game, Rabbits, Part- 
ridge, Musk-rats, Mink, Otter, Beaver and plenty 
of Deer. Ideal camp site on smaller lake. Taxes 
merely nominal. One of the most ideal fishing 
and game properties in Ontario. Now offered at 
$0.00 an acre en bloc. 
N. H. WILSON 
69 Bay St., Toronto 
PARADISE 
Located on chain of six Lakes. Best 
Black Bass. Pickerel, ifackinaw 
Trout. Musky fishing in Mich. In a network of Trout 
Streams (all varieties). PTncst Bathing Beach. Perfect 
Sanitary conditions. Stone and Ix>ng Bungalow Din'n" 
room. Write for booklet. H. D. SMITH, Bellaire, Mich. 
BILL EARLEY’S CAMPS 
FOR 
JALMON 
i ASS O R 
rROUT 
FISHING 
GOOD TABLE— GOOD SPORT 
IDEAL FOR REST OR PLAY 
Terms Moderate 
N. L. EARLEY Guilford, Me., R. F. D., No. 3 
Hudson River 
by Delight 
To watch the great green hills 
glide by as you enjoy the lux- 
uryofabig, comfortable steam- 
er — that’s the pleasure of a 
trip on the Day Line between 
New York and Albany. 
Attractive One Day Outings to 
Poughkeepsie, Newburgh, West 
Point and Bear Mountain. 
All through rail tickets between 
New York and Albany accepted. 
Season opens May 24th. Daily 
including Sunday. 
Hudson River Day Line 
Desbrosses St. Pier New York 
Bay Head to Seaside Park. Here they 
fell in with a party “en route” for 
Chadwicks, so combining together, they 
hired a yacht and thus reached their des- 
tination. (There were no passenger 
trains over this portion of the road, un- 
til the following spring) . 
The next morning the wind was still 
northeast, and the tide still over the 
meadows. Jake and Dave went to the 
Crab Pond, while Andy, the Squire and 
I returned to Gabes Point. Here we had 
fair shooting during the day, mostly at 
dippers, but with one lucky shot at black 
ducks. Nine of them came to us and, 
decoying well, we waited until they 
were just right, and killed five which 
greatly pleased the Squire. 
Dave and Jake had quite good shoot- 
ing at dippers and sheldrakes, but were 
much annoyed by the homeless meadow 
mice. As Dave lay back in his sneak 
box, one of the mice ran across his face, 
and as he struck at it, Jake said, “What’s 
the matter?” “Why,” said Dave “one 
of those confounded mice ran right 
across my mouth.” “He did?” said 
Jake, “All the way across and didn’t 
fall in?” Picking up an old scythe 
blade, that he kept in his boat to cut 
reeds with, Jake held it over Dave’s 
face, and said, “Davey, if he runs back 
again, I’ll kill him for you.” 
Just at evening, as these worthies 
were about to quit shooting, a pair of 
sheldrakes came to them, and they 
killed both, but one fell back on the 
over-flowed meadow. Dave went after 
it, and with his usual luck, stepped into 
a muskrat hole, up to his arm pits in 
the icy water. As he floundered out, he 
called, “Jakey bring my boat.” “Not 
on your life,” said Jake, “you can’t get 
any wetter, and Jakey is nice and dry 
right where he is.” 
They hurriedly took up their decoys, 
and with chattering teeth, Dave said, 
“Jakey row me in, won’t you?” “Not 
much,” said Jake, “you take hold of them 
oars and pull like thunder for the house,” 
and Dave obeyed, and when we came in 
he was in front of the blazing fire, peel- 
ing off his wet clothes. The Squire then 
compounded for him a “noggin” of 
something hot, that stopped his chatter- 
ing teeth, and no doubt, headed off a case 
of pneumonia. 
I T was now Thanksgiving Eve, and 
Andy and the Squire must leave us 
at daybreak next morning, for the 
long twelve mile walk up the beach, to 
Bay Head, there to take train for home, 
to attend a grand society wedding in 
our town that evening. The Squire wore 
his hip boots and w’hen they came to 
the cuts or draws, where the sea waters 
were still running over into the bay, he 
would take Andy on his back, and wade 
across, and so over great obstacles they 
reached Bay Head in time for their train, 
and attended the wedding. And of the 
three sons born of that wedding, two 
are today bearing commissions in the 
United States Army. 
The wind had now turned w'est, and 
Dave and I departed soon after mid- 
night, to hold a point for Thanksgiving 
Day shooting, when w^e had a shot at 
geese, but that’s another story. The 
great tide still stayed on the meadows, 
