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FOREST AND STREAM 
[May 18, 190; 
growing town of considerable enterprise having 
a bank, electric plant and several manufacturing 
concerns. 
Having located myself in comfortable Quarters 
at the hotel I began my daily wanderings by boat 
and on foot until I had explored every portion 
of the lake and had gone over every old road 
and trail in the forest for miles around, fre¬ 
quently rowing from five to ten miles per day 
and walking daily from four tO' seven miles. 
Occasionally I would do some trolling and fill 
in leisure moments with checkers, cards or perus¬ 
ing a book, and thus my time was thoroughly 
occupied and the weeks passed pleasantly. 
Among the guests during the season were parties 
from Paxton, Cleveland, Atlanta, Newport, St. 
Louis, Grand Rapids, Ludington, Buffalo, Los 
Angeles, Evanston, Eaton Rapids, Charlotte, 
Chicago, Cincinnati, Petoskey, Richmond and 
Anderson, beside a jovial party from Indianapolis 
consisting of Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Paddock, Dr. and 
Mrs. Ayres, Mrs. Woodruff, Miss Lillian Griffith 
and Miss Marv Hedrick, who were inclined to 
get all the enjoyment possible from their outing. 
The beautiful point opposite the island was taken 
possession of and in the shade of the splendid 
trees, with a charming outlook upon both bays, 
many an hour was spent by the party in chatting, 
reading and fancy work when not bathing or on 
the water. Uncle John and Uncle Whit were 
invited tO' join the Loafers’ Club, and camp-fires 
and Dutch lunches became a feature evenings, 
and notwithstanding someone said that it was 
rumored that there “was a bear behind the point” 
it was not sufficient to prevent the hearty co¬ 
operation of all in songs, jokes and Indian war 
dances about the camp-fire. In fact everybody 
let loose and had a good time. A phonograph, 
that was kept running much of the time, caused 
much amusement. 
When the time for parting came it was with 
regret, but with hopes of meeting another sea¬ 
son on the old camp ground. As the season ad¬ 
vanced and the leaves began to put on the bright 
tints of autumn, trips on lake and in the forest 
grew daily more attractive, especially so since I 
had been joined by a comrade who was also 
an ardent lover of nature and enjoyed a stroll 
over the delightful woodland trails as much as 
I and nroved a charming companion. While one 
can find many ways in which to walk about this 
vicinity, the most enjoyable was the island trail, 
the old wood road through the big woods toward 
Camp No. 3, returning by the Pellston road, or 
over the hill, the wood roads at the south, and 
the pretty roadway leading easterly along the 
shore to and beyond the Emmons Cottage and 
Black Hole Bay. From each are many points 
from which most beautiful views are obtainable, 
and day by day the changing foliage presented 
new beauties until during the first week of 
October it seemed at the zenith. Hues of purple, 
lavender, scarlet, red, russet, brown, mellow and 
green, enriched by contrast with the whites, grays 
and browns of the trunks and branches of birch, 
beech, maole, elm, poplar, oak, pine, spruce, hem¬ 
lock and firs with an occasional growth of other 
woods, presented most charming pictures. Then 
gradually the colors began to fade and the leaves 
to 1 shrivel and change each succeeding day more 
and more until after a heavy frost they rapidly 
turned brown and yellow and began fluttering 
down to mother earth. 
A point well worth the walk of two miles 
and a half is to the high ground south of South 
Fishtail Bay, which can be easiest reached by 
following, the railroad grading, and from which 
one has a view of that portion of Douglas Lake 
at the north, and a very extended panorama of 
all of Burt Lake excepting Maple Bay and the 
portion shut off by Colonial Point. As it is but 
a short distance from here to the famous Big 
Springs heretofore described, the visitor can 
also take it in and feel repaid for the trip. Across 
the lake, starting from the New Douglas, is a 
well defined trail leading to Vincent’s Pond, a 
pretty lakelet nestled in the heart of big woods 
about one and one-quarter miles distant. Still 
further north is the much larger Lake Monroe. 
Both are said to teem with perch and blue gills. 
Also on that side of the lake are some fine wood¬ 
land roads, each presenting varied scenery _ to 
interest. In my oninion the finest general view 
is to be had from the beach close to the water 
some 500 feet west from the point opposite the 
island taking in range both the point and the 
island, and in the back ground Grapevine Point, 
and the high shores of the opposite side of the 
lake. In the late afternoon when the sun is at 
the back the effect is very grand. There is more 
or less game to be had in its season in this 
vicinity. In my rambles I saw many squirrels, 
numerous ruffed grouse, several flocks of ducks, 
two of plover. There are also gulls, cranes, eagles, 
hawks and loons about the lake, and the tracks 
of deer were frequently seen about the sandy 
THE WANDERER AND HER CREW. 
shores, and occasionally that of a bear. My 
pleasant sojourn continued until after all other 
guests had departed, and it was not until Oct. 
23 that I bade adieu to' my courteous hosts and 
their household and hied me homeward. I in- 
close such photos as I was able to procure to aid 
in giving an idea of this pleasant resort. 
Reed’s Predicament. 
We had finished our railway survey work three 
weeks earlier than usual that season. Inasmuch 
as we might count on a month of good weathei 
in the mountains before the winter closed in, a 
hunting trip was proposed and agreed on. 
Donald, in British Columbia, was at this time 
our headquarters. The country about the Upper 
Columbia lakes was reported alive with large 
game such as elk, wolves, mountain lions and 
bears. While we were preparing an outfit we heard 
several lively stories of encounters with “silver 
tips” and other kinds of bears in the upper river 
country. In one case a grizzly had made a savage 
night attack on a camp of five or six miners. 
One of the party had shot a deer the day before, 
and part of the meat hung within a log shack. 
Probably the meat attracted the bear, for the 
creature tore out one side of the shanty and 
carried off the venison before the astonished 
sleepers could comprehend the situation. 
All this made my two associates, Powell and 
Reed, the more eager for the expedition. They 
were young fellows just graduated from a_ scien¬ 
tific school in the east, and this was their first 
experience of roftgh-and-tumble life in a wild 
country. For arms we had three rifles, and two 
double guns for both heavy shot and ball. At 
Donald two tourists, Mr. Porter and Mr. Forbes, 
joined us. Mr. Porter was the only man in the 
party who carried a muzzleloader. It was a good 
weapon, an English double rifle made expressly 
for tiger shooting in the jungles of India. So 
of these old style rifles throw a ball with terf 
force, and for heavy shooting I have seen 1 
guns equal to this old “tiger rifle.” 
On Sept. 17 we set off up the Columbia in t 
canoes. The weather was fine and the seen 
delightful, and we enjoyed every hour of 
canoe trip. At night we camped on the ri 
bank. The Columbia, here among the mounts 
of British Columbia, is a majestic river, th 
or four hundred yards wide, flowing almost 
north, a course which it holds to for fully 
hundred miles from the “Upper Lakes.” 
it bends grandly around the northern end of 
Selkirk Range, and turns southward toward 
United States. 
There were six in the party, including 
guide, Ike McDougal, an old scout and him 
sinewy and tall, with the easy, independent 
peculiar to his class. He was disfigured by 
loss of an eye which he said had been shot 
by an arrow in an Indian fight. McDougal 
a stock of the most extraordinary stories of 
venture with which he entertained us at g 
length. 
During the forenoon of our third day on 
river we turned the canoes into a small tr 
tary which issues from a mountain valley 
look for elk. The region was wild and pic 
esque, diversified by cliffs, rocky gorges 
densely wooded valleys. Finer forests or t 
pines and spruces I have never seen. To\ 
sunset we came to the source of the strearr 
were ascending, in a beautiful little lake a 
long, at the foot of a range of rocky hills, 
water was light green in hue, and the lake 
fed by rills from numerous glaciers among 
mountains. The shores were lined with thi 
of dark green firs. So charmed were we 
the beauty and seclusion of the spot that 
agreed to camp here long enough to beat uj 
country for game. Our tent was taken as 
and pitched in the shelter of a crag'thirt 
forty yards from the margin of the lake. 
During the next week we shot some elk 
a mountain lion and a wolf; but as yet we 
seen no bears. On the eighth morning my y 
friend Reed, who had gone to bring water 
a spring near by, suddenly ran back to the 
exclaiming excitedly, “There’s a big grizz 
the bluff !” 
This announcement at once raised a comir 
in camp. Breakfast was left To take care 
self. Kettles and pots were upset and tin 
sent spinning in the hurry to get possess! 
rifles and cartridges. In the scramble aftc 
coutrements some one misplaced my car 
belt, and I lost some time in searching i 
Forbes also was behind the. others, for h 
lost some part of his equipment, and by the 
he and I got out, the rest of the party wer 
way up the bluff, all making straight fr 
bear; and there, high above them, over th 
of the firs, sat the grizzly on his haunches, 
ing down on the scene in surly indifferenc 
Forbes and I went around the bluff and cl 
up at a point where the ascent was not sc 
cult. The mountainside was here quite we 
covered with clumps of tall quaking asp ai 
pines. A number of large boulders lay sc; 
around. Although our fellow sportsmen 
not more than fifteen or twenty rods aw; 
unevenness of the ground and the bushes 
ually prevented us from seeing them. 
We were not more than half way up th 
hillside when the air was rent by a terrif 
burst of shots and shouts, mingled with a 
roar of bearish displeasure. 
“They’ve tackled him, surely!” exo 
Forbes. We stopped short to cock our 1 
Forbes had scarcely uttered the words 
we heard something rushing through the 
toward us at a tremendous pace. Thin 
was the bear Forbes and I ran to a large 
boulder lying near by, the top of which wa 
or eight feet above the ground. We h: 
gained it when Powell burst through the 
hatless, without his gun, and close be lli 
was the bear. We shouted to him, and Ire 
ing sight of us, made for the rock, j 
nearest him was steep and smooth. 
less he sprang up, and managed to cate 
with his hand; but he surely would hav 
