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Manual of the Canvas Canoe 
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L. F. Jones, son of C. W. Jones, of 45 West 
105th street, says the Times, returned recently 
from the fire-swept Porcupine mining region of 
Ontario, Canada, where he and a number of 
fellow prospectors had a narrow escape from 
death. Jones was in the employ of the Mclntire 
Gold Mining Company of Porcupine, about 600 
miles north of Montreal, and had his tent pitched 
in the wilderness on a claim about a mile from 
Pearl Lake. He said that he was warned by the 
dense smoke in the forests, but that he had no 
idea how serious it was until he smelled the 
fire, which was sweeping from west to east at 
the rate of a mile in ten minutes. 
“I was getting my supper in the tent,” he 
said, “when the smoke got so thick that I could 
hardly breathe. I wrapped myself in a blanket, 
intending to await developments. Suddenly there 
was a cracking and a whistling all about me and 
I saw fire on all sides. I had time to grab my 
knapsack, containing an axe, a knife, and my 
blanket, and then I ran for Pearl Lake, which 
is about two miles long and a half mile wide 
and a mile from my camp. I got there only a 
few minutes before the fire, which was sweep¬ 
ing all the smaller trees down like so many 
straws. 
“I hurled my knapsack into the lake and got 
into the water up to my neck. My clothes were 
burned in many places where sparks had settled 
on them. Running toward the lake was a man 
whose beard was longer than my own and whose 
eyes seemed like those of a crazy man. He 
jumped right into the lake from the high bank, 
gun and all trailing behind him. He swam up 
to me and put his head under my blanket. For 
a long time he said nothing, and I could see that 
his face was burned. When he became quieted 
he told me that his name was Johnson, that he 
was a free-lance prospector from Montreal, and 
that he had almost been burned alive in his tent. 
He had brought nothing but his rifle and a belt 
of cartridges. 
“It wasn’t two minutes after we got comfort¬ 
ably settled in the water that we were both 
a’armed by seeing a big black bear looking down 
upon us from the shore. What was worse, he 
kept coming straight toward us, nor did he stop 
until all of his body except his eyes and nose 
were under the water. He eyed us and we eyed 
him. I wanted Johnson to shoot him, but John¬ 
son said that he didn’t think his cartridges would 
fit the rifle, or even explode if they did fit. So 
we just stayed right where we were, only ten 
feet from the bear, and he did not make a move. 
“It wasn't long before the lake about us was 
a regular menagerie. A big moose plunged in 
and swam all the way across the lake. Several 
small deer did the same thing. I never saw so 
many rabbits in my life. They were drowned 
by the score, but those who remained near the 
edge of the lake were safe. 
“Then it began to get hot. The fire licked up 
every blade of grass to the very water's edge. 
If the trees had not been so thick they would 
certainly have fallen over into the lake and 
killed us. We were almost scorched to death, 
but we frequently put our heads and the blanket 
under the water and thus kept as cool as pos¬ 
sible. All the time the hear remained motion¬ 
less, simply panting for life. We ceased to fear 
him, and he certainly didn’t seem to mind us. 
“About 100 yards from us, toward the center 
of the lake, there were four men in canoes, with 
all their camp equipment safely tucked away. 
Suddenly one of the canoes upset. We couldn’t 
see what happened because of the terrible smoke, 
but later we found out that the occupant of the 
canoe, a man named William Taylor, a squatter 
shoemaker, had gone to the bottom. 
“We were in that lake up to our necks for 
just two hours. The bear, deer and rabbits left 
us when the fire had passed. In fact, we could 
hardly walk when we got out of the water which 
had saved our lives. 
“On the way out to Golden City we found the 
bodies of seven dead prospectors.” 
