JUNE, 1917 
280 
FOREST AND STRE 
Here’s Your Chance to Win a Prize 
—your opportunity to test your ability at hitting mov¬ 
ing targets. Every man and woman should know how 
to shoot and hit what they shoot at. Here’s your 
chance to learn and perhaps win a beautiful trophy. 
During May and June hundreds of gun clubs through¬ 
out the country will hold a big 
Beginner’s Day Shoot 
Get ready now to take part. Be one of the winners. 
Every beginner has an opportunity and you may be 
one of the lucky ones. You’ll win even if you lose for 
you’ll get a good day’s sport and a 
real lesson in shooting. You don’t 
need a gun—the club will loan you 
one. 
Fobs for the Men 
Spoons for the Women 
Cups for the Clubs 
Enter now. Get the name of the club 
in your town at which the shoot will be 
held. Write today for full particulars. 
E. I. du Pont de Nemours & Co. 
Wilmington Delaware 
A M 
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• Established 1824 
we decided to make camp and find the 
elusive portage in the morning. For hal 
an hour we had to hunt for a camping 
place and only succeeded in discovering an 
indifferent one in a clump of cedars. We 
built a roaring fire, dried out our clothes 
and blankets, raised our little square of 
canvas with its back to the rain and its 
forward corners pegged close to the ground. 
Steaming plates of the remainder of our 
bergou, a quart of hot tea, and then we 
snuggled into warm blankets under our im¬ 
provised tent, happy as kings. By these 
simple magics we were transformed in half 
an hour fom bedraggled, discouraged, tired 
crotchets into a jolly pair who played rum 
by the flickering firelight and cracked jokes 
at each other, as if wet weather and a 
missed trail were the least of the 
voyageur's misfortunes. 
W i never did find that portage. If 
ever you follow our trail you can 
locate it, according to Bob Scott, 
ranger, a hundred and fifty feet to the 
west of the edge of the swamp.—Not find¬ 
ing it, but certain we were headed right, 
we pushed up the twisty oozy creek. 
“Pushed” is literally the right verb. There 
was not enough water to float our loaded 
canoe, and it took us all morning to drag 
through that swamp in a drizzling rain, dis¬ 
turbing in our torturous progress hundreds 
of duck who use the swamp as a nursery. 
At last we reached Fox lake, and though 
the rain poured down with discouraging 
persistence, the rest of the way was easy. 
By three o’clock we were in Harry lake, 
where I had fished for big-mouthed bass 
and on the shores of which the Doctor had 
staked a couple of claims, so we felt al¬ 
most home. At four we were in Tiny Cat 
lake, and an hour later we came out at the 
end of our last carry to the shores of 
Penache. Down the arm of the big lake 
we paddled to Dan Sheehan’s, where, in 
the absence of the lord of Penache, George, 
his cook, welcomed us royally and set us a 
dinner fit for an emperor. 
“I swan,” George ejaculated, as we drew 
our chairs in a circle about the roaring 
kitchen stove and lighted our after dinner 
pipes _“I swan, I wouldn’t have believed 
you’d have made it!” 
Why not? We had bad luck as to 
weather, but it is an easy trip. The portages 
are fair, and Bob Scott himself has prom¬ 
ised to put up a new fire notice at the only 
point where we missed the trail. More¬ 
over, it is an interesting, unusual trip, 
through a little known region with plenty 
of game and the best of black bass fishing. 
There is also the opportunity, which foi 
lack of time we had to neglect, of fishing 
the best parts of Georgian bay for lake 
trout and giant pike, from Little Current 
as headquarters. 
When we had finished the story of the 
trip, George tilted back his chair and 
drawled, “Well, you must have had a good 
time.” 
More than that; we had the satisfaction 
of having blazed the way for fellow-sports¬ 
men over what ought to become a popular 
canoe trip.—And, though one is naturally 
secretive about such matters, I will con¬ 
fess that in a certain stream we found a 
certain sand bar each handful of which 
washed out a neat little pile of glittering 
yellow grains. 
