Forest and Stream 
Six Months, $1.50. 
$•3 2 Year, 10 Cts. a Copy. 
NEW YORK, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1913. 
VOL. LXXXI.-No. 14. 
127 Franklin St., New York. 
Long Lake A Sportsman’s Arcady 
By PAUL BRANDRETH 
Illustrated by the Author. 
A MONG those of us who were familiar with 
the Adirondacks in their golden age of 
wildness and beauty, there is a common 
belief that the old game-haunted solitudes have 
vanished never to return. Indeed, the verity of 
this belief is brought home to us on all sides. 
Railroads have eaten their way into the heart 
of the woods; speed launches and automobiles 
have usurped the tranquil pleasures of guide, 
boat and forest trail. Like the unappeasable god 
Moloch, the lumber and pulp mills continue their 
hue and cry for more trees—always more trees. 
Through lessons of long experience we have 
been made to realize moreover that with the 
cutting of every tree a subtle portion of the 
forest melts away. In fact, as is everywhere 
exemplified, we see that civilization in its so- 
called higher developments is intent on the de¬ 
struction of nature—the marring of the beauti¬ 
ful. All this we behold and know to be true, 
and thus comes the resultant and very natural 
belief that the wilderness of to-day is but an 
echo of what it used to be. 
The influence of old associations, however, 
and the effect upon us of our environment are 
very apt to shift about our firmest convictions. 
And when we lie once more upon a bed of 
balsam boughs; when we harken again to the 
eerie wail of the loon and watch the flames of 
the camp-fire leaping in the darkness, and the 
stars of the North country flashing cold and 
brilliant through the treetops, we are prone to 
consider the Adirondack outlook from a stand¬ 
point less pessimistic. 
The wilderness has not vanished, nor is it 
merely an echo of its former self. There are 
secret and remote corners where the solitude of 
the forest lives and breathes even as it did fifty 
years ago. There are trout pools and deer run¬ 
ways, and bear digging's and swamps full of 
partridges, if we will only go and seek for them. 
Also are there acres of unlumbered territory; 
lakes whose shores are virgin and unspoiled; 
risers and streams that take their headwaters 
from mountains of solitary grandeur; places 
wild and secluded where undisturbed by even 
the distant screech of a locomotive one can camp 
to his heart’s content, and in proper season live 
joyfully on the fruits of the wilderness. Of 
such oases in the desert Long Lake is undoubt¬ 
edly one. To begin with, Long Lake is the origi¬ 
nal stamping ground of the Adirondack pioneers. 
It was here in bygone days that men of cour¬ 
age and self-sufficiency cut their clearings, built 
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‘AND HERE THE SECRET PLAYGROUND OF THE DEER.” 
Drawing by Paul Brandreth. 
