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[Aug. 12, 1911. 
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Squad at the 1911 Eastern Handicap, held at Wilmington, Delaware. 
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Each of the following gentlemen shot a Du Pont powder and WON. 
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Minnesota .Max Stein 
North Dakota .M. A. Nashold 
Vermont .H. B. Moulton 
Wisconsin .Fred Dreyfuss 
Ohio .Geo. Kistler 
New Jersey .F. R. Wickes 
Nebraska .C. G. Gellatly 
Kentucky .Jos. H. Kemper 
Texas .F. McNeir 
Missouri .P. Baggerman 
Pennsylvania .Geo. F. Painter 
Illinois . J. R. Graham 
Louisiana .J. Lallande 
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New York .F. S. Wright 
South Dakota.S. A. Huntley 
Montana .F. Weatherhead 
Missouri .Riley Thompson 
Wisconsin .J. R. Graham 
Idaho .E. J. Morgan 
Washington .E. J. Chingren 
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CAMPING WITH TENT AND CANOE. 
He was standing on a point of land jutting 
out into a Canadian lake. A rag of a tent was 
visible in a clump of spruces, and down by the 
shore a smoky fire was coating an iron cooking 
pot with another layer of soot. An Indian was 
sprawled at full length on a patch of moss asleep 
and with his black hat drawn closely over his 
eyes. 
“I’ve been out a week,” said the man on the 
point of rock, “and I’ve had fish three times a 
day with nothing else but bacon. My tent leaks 
and that fellow,” pointing to the prostrate In¬ 
dian, “snores. Nix on the camp stuff for mine. 
I’m starting back to-morrow. How far is it to 
the railroad?” 
Two men in a canoe who had chanced to pass 
near his island on their way north told him he 
could get out in a day and a half of good pad¬ 
dling, but it was too bad, because he was on the 
edge of great country. 
“Why,” said one of them, “last year I went 
five days up this way without seeing a human 
being, and the lakes were the finest I ever saw.” 
“Not for me,” said the man on the point. “In 
five days more I’d die. Got any sugar and 
flour?” 
The two in the canoe looked at their own 
trim outfit with complacence. They had got it 
little by little year after year, and there wasn’t 
a thing that could be done without or a thing 
that served its purpose clumsily. Then they 
looked at what they could see of the other man’s 
stuff. 
“I guess you’re right,” one of them told him. 
“Who outfitted you?” 
“That fellow,” he replied, pointing again to 
the unconscious Indian. “He’s the guy that fur¬ 
nished the junk. I guess he forgot I’m a white 
man.” 
“Worse than that,” said the man in the canoe. 
“He knew you were too much of a white man 
and so he did what he pleased with you.” 
“Which wasn’t much.” 
“Right, which wasn't much. And so you don’t 
like the country? Too bad. No wonder; we 
wouldn’t ourselves. We’ll be in camp up here 
in an hour, and suppose you come up for sup¬ 
per.” 
The man on the point agreed. He had the 
best night of his trip in the woods, got a dif¬ 
ferent idea of what life out of doors was, but 
was as sure as ever when he left that with his 
stuff there was no hope of going on. So the 
next day he went back toward the railroad, but 
with the full intention of coming again, pro¬ 
vided he could get a proper start. 
That matter of a start is of the utmost im¬ 
portance. It may be that a poor outfit will be 
merely a cause for wretchedness, but it is a com¬ 
monplace of the woods that a man’s stuff may 
save his life. When you’re miles off the beaten 
track, and that is where any real woodsman 
wants to be, you can’t stop in at the store and 
get some more flour, and if by chance you hap¬ 
pen to find someone in the course of a week’s 
travel you can’t in decency borrow of him, for 
any traveler in the wilderness figures closely on 
his own supplies for the sake of easing weights 
on the portages, and sharing food or outfit means 
possible privation or even danger. 
The first thing to consider on a canoe trip is 
of course the canoe. Some canoe men are will¬ 
ing to take their chance with what they find at 
the starting point of the trip, often a railroad 
station on the arm of a lake or a summer hotel 
at the end of a steamboat route. On Lake 
Temagami, for instance, there is a Hudson’s 
Bay post, of which the factor is an efficient out¬ 
fitter. But even he will tell you that if you are 
particular about your canoe you’d better get it 
for yourself. 
The secret is that no so-called boat livery can 
