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that they instantly extend their possessors’ hori¬ 
zon. The city limit, formerly the impassable 
wall, becomes merely the beginning of a new 
life abroad. The stream which comes from 
some unknown mountain country to turn the mill 
wheels, is traced to its fabulous source, and the 
joy of fishing in the lakes and ponds and rifts 
is like a breath of a fairy land. 
Even outdoor men, used as they are to finding 
a way out into the open from locked-in condi¬ 
tions, discover in these machines, which take up 
such a little room, a vehicle that bears them 
swiftly into their favorite haunts—takes them 
there literally as though the seeker were winged 
and blessed. 
I do not pretend to compare the motorcycle 
with automobiles. The saddle horse and the 
carry-all, the cowman’s pony and the grub 
wagon, the race horse and trotter,*the carriage 
and the gypsy wagon—what is the use of trying 
to find comparisons? The motorcycles are more 
like saddle horses than anything else. 
They carry a hundred pound camping outfit, 
if one cares to burden himself with that much. 
One should get his outfit for a camping trip 
inside of fifty pounds, including tent, blankets 
and similar duffle. A hammock with a water¬ 
proof “A” to swing over it is better than a tent 
for some kinds of trips—and I’ve run my ma¬ 
chine into the brush, and left if there while I 
went on beyond the end of the trail into the 
timber. You can’t leave a horse that way. 
Motorcycles are making tens of thousands of 
outdoor men who would be mere townsmen, if 
it were not for the single trackers. 
The Spirit of Adventure —Is It Dead? 
A RE the young men of today averse to ex¬ 
ploration trips into the unknown or part¬ 
ly unknown territories of this continent? 
There seems to be a dearth of spirit of adven- 
!“ r *’ £ erbaps because an impression prevails 
that the last unknown has been exploited, but 
more probably because the present generation 
n s its satisfaction in commercial pursuits or 
t ie lighter forms of social diversion. Where 
can we pick up recent books of trips into the 
lesser known regions of America, or where can 
we find accounts dealing with such experiences? 
Poor Hubbard lost his life trying to penetrate 
unknown Labrador, but Dillon Wallace his 
companion, completed that trip later, and what 
is more remarkable, Hubbard’s widow, spurred 
on by the spirit to complete the work her hus- 
and had attempted, made the journey he had 
originally planned, and wrote a most interest- 
ing report of her experiences. Little is heard 
Mrs. Hubbard’s trip, but it stands forth as 
one of the most striking of recent times. That 
wonderful officer of the Canadian Geological 
Survey, Mr. A P. Low of Ottawa, has gone over 
Labrador in all directions and has made known 
o us thou-sands 0 f miles of Hudson Bay country 
w ich was, until he penetrated it, an absolute 
erra incognita So also the Tyrells of the same 
Canadian Geological staff, have mapped out the 
G r ° f Canada a nd the western 
Hud S0n Bay country. Hanbury, Warburton 
Pike, and others have traveled the sub-Arctic 
regions and written of them. 
These men found the way, but why is it that 
so few have followed them? What a wonderful 
opportunity exists for the man of means and 
sure, and not an over-amount of either at 
at to put in a summer season traversing new 
country and seeing wild life! It is not the pur- 
Lch °f { - hl l artld r t0 SerVC 35 a gUide book {or 
such trips but a few expeditions may be men¬ 
tioned that possess all the fascination of real 
discovery and delightful experience. For i n - 
TT; cTVi T HamiIton Riv er of Labrador 
of a rand F f S ' S n0t beyond the capability 
of any man with two months’ time and a mod- 
erate amount of means. The Grand Falls of 
abrador have been visited by several college 
expeditions and notably by Mr. Low, and offer 
a spectacle of grandeur worth all the trouble 
i requires to gain access to them. Within a 
distance of about twelve miles there is a fall of 
eight hundred feet of water, some of it in the 
form of cataracts that are comparable in a sense 
with Niagara. Once the plateau region above 
these falls is gained, a magnificent country- 
abounding in virgin fishing, with trout of six or 
eight pounds and ouananiche equally large, is 
found. In this land of lakes and rivers the wan¬ 
derer may travel for weeks. He must carry his 
provisions with him and he must not get too far 
into the interior of Labrador to get out again 
before these fail him, but it is a trip worthy of 
one’s ambition. 
Lake St. John in Quebec has been the mecca 
of hundreds of ouananiche fishermen, but how few 
have traveled any considerable distance up the 
magnificent rivers that flow from the north into 
this great basin of water? One or two Ameri¬ 
cans have made these journeys, but not in recent 
years. Lake Mistassini, a magnificent expanse 
cf water of some 125 miles in length, stands on 
the top of this Labrador watershed. It teems 
with fish and the Hudson Bay Company main¬ 
tains, or did maintain at last account, a post on 
the shores of the lake. Living is reduced at this 
point to bare necessity, for the bringing in of 
supplies to Mistassini up the Rupert River from 
Hudson Bay, represents about the utmost ex¬ 
penditure of human endeavor and effort. Wil¬ 
liam Cabot of Boston has written much of this 
district. 
It is possible to go down the Rupert River 
from Lake Mistassini to Hudson bay and thence 
circling the shores to reach Moose Factory and 
by direct route to return up half a dozen 'rivers 
until steel is reached again, either on the new 
Transcontinental or at Missanabie where the 
Canadian-Pacific crosses. 
Trips from Edmonton north, after the manner 
of the one described in the April number of 
Forest and Stream, open a world of outdoor life, 
within a reasonable limit of time. Even the 
country north of Lake Superior heretofore be¬ 
yond attainment except by trappers, is now ac¬ 
cessible by means of the new Transcontinental, 
and following this line on, one may find a wil¬ 
derness of vast mountain scenery which will be 
the delight of the coming generation. 
How many have ever seen the wonderful 
natural bridges of northern Utah in the New 
Mexico and Arizona country? These were told 
of recently in Forest and Stream, Were these 
bridges located on a foreign continent, thousands 
of Americans would flock to see them, but it is 
safe to say that out of our one hundred million 
population, not five hundred people have ever 
stood under one of these vast monuments or on 
their tops. 
Trips like these may not be for the ordinary 
man, but this does not mean that they cannot be 
taken by anyone of ordinary outdoor experi¬ 
ence and health and some leisure time and 
means. Do not conclude because of the multi¬ 
tude of books of exploration that the world has 
been covered. There are spots in it—on our 
own continent—that are today as unknown as 
when Columbus landed on San Salvador. 
Newfoundland, so old in the history of Amer¬ 
ica that it is termed the “Ancient Colony,” is 
supposed to have been known as thoroughly as 
Nova Scotia or New Brunswick. Yet numer¬ 
ous portions of the interior are waiting the pres¬ 
sure of the foot of the white man. In this 
issue of Forest and Stream is begun the story of 
two young men who were the first to pene¬ 
trate the island from the center of the south¬ 
ern shore. They found many things that were 
new geographically, and in addition had a splen¬ 
did outing trip. If Newfoundland, at our very 
doors, offers such possibilities, what of the thou¬ 
sands of miles of greater territory that lie all 
over the Northern Continent, equally unknown 
and equally fascinating from the standpoint of 
the geographer, the hunter, the fisherman and 
the naturalist? 
HUNGARIAN PARTRIDGE IN OHIO. 
Columbus, Ohio, April 10, 1915. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
The communication of Horace O. Green of 
Stoneham, Mass., relative to the question: “Does 
the introduced pheasant drive out our native 
game birds?” aroused considerable interest 
among sportsmen here as General John C. 
Speaks, chief game warden of Ohio, has been 
introducing the Hungarian partridge by the 
thousands in this state, apparently with marked 
success. General Speaks recently sent out 1,000 
inquiries to farmers and others throughout Ohio 
asking answers to the question, among others: 
“Is the Mongolian pheasant a menace to the 
native game birds of the state, especially the 
quail?” 
“I have had replies to that question from 
nearly all these inquiries,” said General Speaks, 
“and 95 per cent, of them state that the Mon¬ 
golian pheasant is not a menace to the quail. I 
therefore judge that the Hungarian partridge is 
also not a menace to the quail. In the spring 
of the year, all game birds are great fighters, 
especially the male birds. The pheasant is es¬ 
pecially pugnacious at this time. We have found 
that the Hungarian partridge very frequently 
takes up with the quail and so I would not be 
surprised to find that they inter-breed but I can¬ 
not cite definite cases of this kind at this time. 
Many of our reports show that the partridge 
released last spring, were running with quail and 
made common lot with them during the time 
that they were in covies and before the mating 
season, when they pair off.” 
General Speaks released 6,000 of these birds 
throughout the state last spring and reports this, 
spring show that they passed the winter splen¬ 
didly and the farmers are calling for more and' 
they will be sent into every county as soon as 
P° ssible - C. B. GRIFFITH. 
