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prefer them. They take up considerably less 
space, weigh less and are warm and comfortable. 
Field Glass and Kodak or Camera.—A power¬ 
ful but preferably small field glass is one of the 
most important items of personal outfit and at 
least one should be with every party. Its worth 
is incalculable repeatedly, both for summer 
cruises and in big game hunting. Likewise a 
Kodak or camera with a really good lens is 
equally valuable. While many sportsmen prefer 
the smaller sized models, for such a field as 
scenery and live game photography the writer 
has, after exhaustive experimenting, picked as his 
own choice what is known as the post-card size, 
which in the Kodak type is not unduly bulky 
and gives splendid negatives, with a good lens, 
under all conditions. The larger box style 
cameras are not fitted for carrying on cruises in 
such country as here encountered, where every 
pound materially figures. 
Clothing. For August wear for outer clotii- 
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ing—a waterproofed duck is suitable for 
general wear. For wear after September i, 
Mackinaw trousers, shirt and coat cannot be 
surpassed. For summer a good weight military 
flannel shirt and for canoe wear at all times soft 
moccasins are my choice. For hunting a 12 or 
14 inch waterproof shoepac or rubber foot and 
leather top boot, of which there are a number of 
good ones available. A warm coat-sweater is at 
all times advisable in one’s outfit. Medium- 
weight flannel underwear in August and both 
medium and fairly heavy weight in September 
and October is recommended, one suit of each. 
Heavy woolen socks, at least three pair in the 
dunnage bag for each person, is the best foot 
covering. 
There may be individual preference of special 
articles of outfit not covered herein, but as a 
general thing the above items will be found to 
answer satisfactorily and provide comfort under 
all weather conditions. 
Not “Three Men in a Boat”—But Five 
By Lillian S. Loveland 
O NE evening up at Pelican Lake in North¬ 
ern Minnesota, a man in our camp said 
to some others in a group, “Let’s get up 
a party, and go fishing at Cullen Lake to-morrow.’’ 
“All right,” spoke up Mr. Warren, “count me 
in.” There were seven men who wanted to go, 
but Mr. Eiler, who knew the conditions, ex¬ 
plained that there were only two boats to be 
rented at Cullen, and as two were as many as 
could fish to advantage in one boat, the party 
was cut down to four. 
When Arthur Warren, the twelve year old son 
of the Warrens, heard of the expedition, he 
teased to go, as he was very fond of fishing and 
usually had excellent success. 
“You can go, Arthur, if you want to, but you 
can’t fish,” Mr. Warren told him. 
Why can’t I go in the boat with you and Mr. 
Eiler, papa?” 
"Three men in a boat is as bad as three men 
in a bed. It’s no fun for anybody. You needn’t 
tease, I tell you.” 
Arthur, of course, did not care to go since he 
couldn’t fish. The men had splendid luck, and 
came back to camp with one hundred and fifty 
croppies—Cullen was a noted croppie lake— 
some wall-eyed pike and pickerel, and three fine 
large black bass. 
A little later in the season Mr. Warren’s bro¬ 
ther, Sam—a big good-natured “Uncle Sam”— 
came up to the lake; also Mr. Lawrence, a 
friend of the Warrens, who was visiting the 
Sayles’. One calm, cloudy morning, an ideal 
fishing day, Mr. Sayles asked the Warrens to go 
over to Cullen with him and Mr. Lawrence, and 
they accepted heartily. 
Mr. Sayles and Mr. Lawrence had just finished 
catching a fine lot of shiners for bait, when Mr. 
Warren came over to their cabin with a rather 
rueful countenance, “I am afraid we can’t go. 
The Jenkinsons are entertaining for their guests 
to-night, and Mrs. Warren is expecting us to go 
with her over there. We couldn’t get back from 
Cullen in time. I am ever so sorry.” 
“Perhaps Arthur would like to go with us,” 
Mr. Sayles suggested. “He can show us the 
good fishing holes.” 
“Yes, I am sure he would like to go, if you 
want to be bothered with him.” 
When they were all ready, Mr. Lawrence 
stopped at Warren’s for Arthur. The three men 
folks and Mrs. Warren were all on the porch. 
“Are you ready, Arthur?” asked Mr. Law¬ 
rence. None of the men said a word. Finally 
Mrs. Warren snapped out, “They are all going.” 
Uncle Sam said sotto voice, “Any man can 
change his own mind, but it takes a pretty smart 
man to change his wife’s mind.” 
They all started out in high spirits, carrying 
their bait and fishing tackle the three miles; but 
when they reached Cullen Lake, they found that 
Mr. Lundborg, the owner of the boats, had taken 
the smaller one and gone to Nisswa, and would 
not return until evening. 
Mr. Warren looked pretty disgusted, but they 
all got into the one large boat remaining. Arthur 
sat in .the bow; Mr. Warren, who did the row¬ 
ing, on the next seat; big Uncle Sam and medi¬ 
um-sized Mr. Lawrence sat back to back on the 
next seat, and Mr. Sayles, who was also big and 
fat, had the back seat. 
“We will get what croppies we want first,” 
said Mr. Warren, rowing to a favorite place. 
“Then we will go after bigger game- An hour’s 
fishing ought to give us croppies enough.” 
The favorite place seemed deserted, and not a 
bite did they get, but Arthur did succeed in get¬ 
ting his line tangled up with his father’s, to that 
person’s great annoyance. 
Then they tried another locality, and Mr. 
Warren and Lawrence got a couple croppies 
apiece. 
“Now, Arthur Warren,” exclaimed Mr. War¬ 
ren suddenly, “you are treading all over my 
coat. I put it down there for you to sit on, not 
to walk on.” Arthur good-naturedly picked it 
up, and put it on the seat again. 
Uncle Sam smoked and joked, and didn’t 
seem to care whether he got any fish or not. 
Mr. Sayles got one croppie, when Mr. Warren 
said, “Let’s move on; this place is no good.” 
The next place wasn’t much better, and Mr. 
Warren’s exasperation increased. He was civil 
enough to his brother and the other two men, 
but he did take it out on Arthur; “Arthur, what 
did I tell you? You turn around, and throw 
your line out of our way. You are a perfect 
nuisance. There you go on my coat again. I’ve 
a mind to land you on shore.” 
Arthur paid about as much attention to these 
remarks as if a mild breeze were blowing his 
way. He obediently hauled up the anchor, and 
his father rowed with suppressed anger and 
fierce energy to the other side of the lake. 
They had thrown out their lines again, when 
Arthur started whistling. “Arthur, you’ll scare 
off what fish there are. Can’t you keep still?” 
The afternoon was pretty well gone, when 
Mr. Warren said, “We might as well give up 
trying to get a decent string of croppies. Let’s 
troll for pike awhile.” 
They did, and Mr. Sayles got a fine four- 
pounder—a wall-eyed pike, and Mr. Lawrence 
got two pickerel, but Mr. Warren got tired row¬ 
ing, and suggested, “We will go over by those 
rushes and get some bass.” 
Mr. Lawrence and Sayles got one apiece, and 
Arthur got two in a short time. Mr. Warren 
finally got a strike, but just as he was reeling 
in, Arthur yelled, “Oh, papa, I’ve got a big one- 
Help me land him.” Mr. Warren did make an 
effort to help Arthur, but in the end he lost both 
fish, and his and Arthur’s lines got completely 
tangled up. Mr. Warren worked with what 
patience he could to untangle them, but jerked 
out his knife and cut the lines. “If I ever take 
you fishing again, Arthur, I’ll know it.” 
“Well, I can’t help it, if the other boat is 
gone.” Arthur protested. 
Still they persisted trying to catch something 
until sunset, but their poor luck continued. Mr. 
Warren, Arthur and Uncle Sam came home with 
half a dozen croppies and a few rock bass; 
while Mr. Lawrence and Sayles had eight crop¬ 
pies, some rock bass, two nice black bass, and the 
pike and two pickerel, but no more than they 
could use in their own families. 
That night there was no fish distributed around 
camp, and no big stories of how “you could 
pull them out as fast as you could bait your 
hook and throw it in,” in fact, Mr. Warren did 
not mention to anyone the fact that he had been 
over to Cullen fishing that day. 
NEW YORK CONSERVATION REPORT. 
The fourth annual report of the Conservation 
Commission of New York went to the legisla¬ 
ture January 15th. It is a document of about 
57 printed pages, and is filled with repbrts of 
the work of the commission during the current 
year. The commission refers specifically to the 
coming constitutional revision convention, and 
urges that all who are interested in keeping in¬ 
tact the wild life and forests of the Adirondacks 
should watch the proceedings of the convention, 
as there will be sinister efforts to grab the for¬ 
ests for commercial purposes. During the year 
the commission made 2,296 successful prosecu¬ 
tions for violating of the law. 
