¥ O K E S T A \ D S T 11 E A .M 
October, 1919 
■552 
Why Abbey & Imbrie 
Tackle Never Disap~ 
points an Angler 
There is something about the 
trust reposed in his tackle by 
an angler whicli has always in- 
spired us to utmost vigilance for 
his j)rotection. That is one of 
the reasons why Abbey & Imbrie 
tackle, over 99 years on the 
market, has given uniform satis- 
faction under all tests. 
Faulty service from Abbey & Im- 
bries tackle would mean more to us 
than a loss of sales prestige — it would 
imply a lowering of our conception 
of angling ideals, a thought as in- 
tolerable to the veteran craftsmen 
who make our tackle as to the men 
who sell it. 
So the angler who buys Abbey & 
Imbrie tackle gets something more 
than su|)reme quality — he invests also 
»n i»rotection, born of our respect for 
his confidence. .Sentiment, perhaps, 
but translated into tenns of quality 
and reliability which the angler can 
well ajipreciate. 
ABBEY & IMBRIE 
Division of 
Baker, Murray & Imbrie, Inc. 
15-17 Warren Street, New York* 
.Heddon 
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Jim Heddon 2- Piece Rods 
Baby Crab and Other Minnows 
‘AsH the Fish ■ 
Ja=. Heddon’s Son^ 
Powagiac, Mich. 
Instructions 
for 
Net Making 
Fish Nets easily made by 21 photographs and 
printed instructions. Send to<lay and learn how. 
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W. E. CEAYTON 
Altoona, Kansas 
return, for it was home, the only home 
i they knew. 
I once saw a horse led blindfolded from 
I a burning stable; and as soon as the 
bandage was removed from his eyes he 
broke from his tether and rushed back 
into the blazing building, without heed 
to the flames which enveloped him. It 
was his home; his city of refuge; he 
knew no other. The love of home is 
firmly rooted in the breast or brain of 
every living creature of the animal crea- 
tion, and to a certain extent this is true 
of plants concerning their environment. 
THE NORTHERN PIKE 
OF LEWEY LAKE 
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 535) 
The old McCormack hotel, then operated 
by Osgood, no doubt is still in existence, 
and there may be other hotels as well. A 
letter addressed there no doubt would 
bring definite information on this point. 
The fishing is equally good at any time, 
from the going out of the ice until the 
onset of winter. Lewey lake is reached 
by railroad to North Creek, thence by 
stage to Indian Lake village at the foot 
of Indian lake; from here launch, private 
conveyance or rowboat will complete the 
journey. Lewey lake also is accessible 
by railroad to Northville, stage to Spec- 
ulator and livery from that village in. 
The former, however, is the more desir- 
able route. On our first camping trip 
we used canoes taken from New York; 
the second time we hired rowboats for 
the stay at Indian Lake village. The 
topographic maps of the Geological Sur- 
vey cover the territory and will prove of 
interest to anyone who visits it. 
No doubt much of the standing dead 
timber has by this time fallen, and with 
the natural reforestation which has 
taken place in the past ten years, the old 
scars of flood and lumbering should to a 
considerable extent have been obliter- 
ated. In consequence of these changes 
the lake should have regained a measure 
of her pristine attractiveness. 
A few yards in from the lake shores 
the country becomes sufficiently wild to 
satisfy the most exacting vacationist, 
and beyond — east, south and west — lies 
the uninterrupted Adirondack forest. 
Jerking him out hand over hand 
HOW TO FIND 
THE NORTH 
(CONTINUED FROM PAGE 548) 
for the first glimpse of the dry trees in 
the strip of burnt land I knew lay be- 
tween the green woods and the clearings. 
At my back was an unbroken wilderness 
at least two hundred miles long and sev- 
enty-five miles deep! Ahead, just beyond 
the tops of those mocking spruce lay civ- 
ilization, grub and comfort. Therefore 
I hurried on and on and on. 
A fter what seemed an immeasura- 
ble portion of eternity I came to a 
spruce pole that crossed the brook 
where it flowed through a dismal, narrow 
bog, or tundra. I recognized that pole 
with a shout of pure, unfeigned joy. 
Early that fall I had accompanied a do- 
mesticated Indian thus far into the wil- 
derness on a friendly deer hunt. So this 
was Horse Brook? I thought it was 
Trout Brook! Sure enough, there were 
the corduroy poles bridging the wet 
places where the old logging road ap- 
proached the brook. About twenty rods 
east of the brook I would find the old 
site of a burnt down logging camp. I 
hurried over the alder flanked corduroy 
toward the camp site. Perhaps I had 
been mistaken about the distance. Twen- 
ty rods, thirty rods, forty rods I ran, but 
still no camp site ! Ah ! back yonder the 
road forked. Perhaps I had taken the 
wrong road. Back to the brook I hur- 
ried and took another good look at that 
familiar pole. This time I took the other 
branch of the logging road. No camp 
site! There was still another branch of 
the old bush grown road. I tried this 
with no success. For the third time I 
went back to the pole across the brook, 
sat down and pondered. For the first 
time since I struck the brook, miles and 
miles back, I looked at my compass. It 
pointed due south ! This was bad. I had 
been taught to believe that compasses 
were trained to point north. 
And then a bright idea came to my 
poor over-strained mind. Which side of 
the brook was I on? Right or left? 
There was no perceptible current in that 
dead-water section through the bog, and 
as previously mentioned the iee was cov- 
ered with snow. With almost human in- 
telligence I conceived the idea that if the 
compass really pointed north, I must be 
on the west side of the brook! It seemed 
absurd, but it would do no harm to test 
the soundness of the hypothesis. I could 
afford to walk twenty rods just to humor 
the compass. I did, and there was the 
familiar campsite! I was so dazed by 
the astounding revelation that I refused 
a shot at a fine buck as I hurried, yes ran, 
the remaining two miles to the clearings. 
Four years later in that very region a 
young man raised in the neighborhood 
became lost and ran himself to death in 
one day during a heavy snowstorm. 
Equipped with rifle, axe and grub he be- 
came so insane in a few hours that he 
neither tasted the food nor built a fire 
when darkness overtook him in a laby- 
rinth of his own ti’acks ! When found on 
the third day following, he was lying on 
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