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FOR E ST AND S T R E A M 
August, 1918 
Central Park. West — 
74th and 75th 
Streets 
Overlooking Central Park’s most pictur¬ 
esque lake 
Especially attractive during the Spring 
and Summer months. Appeals to 
fathers, mothers and children. 
Rooms and bath — $ 2.50 upwards. 
Parlor, bedroom and bath — $ 4.00 per day and upwards. 
SPECIAL WEEKLY RATES. 
Please Write for Illustrated Booklet. 
Ownership Management — Edmund M. Brennan. 
CHUCK A BUGI". LEAPING SALMON 
REALIZE THE REAL JOY OF FISHING 
Trolling in the Lake and fly fishing in the 
Stream. The best fishing in the State. 
Then send your family for the summer 
vacation. Comforts of private log-camps 
with bath and open fireplaces. Ideal stop 
for Auto Tourists. Engage camps early. 
Write for terms. 
BALL’S CAMPS, Grand Lake Stream, Me. 
CAMP WILDMERE MAINE™OODS 
Sebago Lake region. Unexcelled equipment. Campers 
have choice of either tents or bungalows. Motor boats, 
motor car, fine buildings. Cooks who “know how.'* Trips 
to Mount Washington and Poland Spring. Our best rec¬ 
ommendations are Wildmere boys and their parents. Our 
aim: To enrich and strengthen the life of each boy. Book¬ 
let showing real camp life sent on request. 
“Ask our old boys/' 
IRVING S. WOODMAN 
Box 79. Times Plaza Station, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
Accept this book With our compliments 
HOTEL 
Contains road map and 
all points of interest of 
Buffalo, Niagara Falls 
and surrounding coun¬ 
try. 
HOTEL LENOX 
North St. at Delaware Ave. 
Buffalo, N. Y. 
Buffalo’s ideal 
hotel for tourists. 
Convenient t o 
business districts 
and Niagara Falls 
Boulevard. 
European plan. 
Fireproof, modern. 
250 outside rooms 
$1.50 up. Unex¬ 
celled cuisine. 
C. A. MINER 
Managing Director 
CAMP KOHUT 
OXFORD, MAINE 
offers an exceptional program of work and play. 
Counsellors noted college men. Doctors and nurses 
in constant attendance. Enrollments limited to one 
hundred. Twelfth season, opens July 1st. Dr. G. 
A. Kohut, Director, 302 West 87th St., New York, 
N. Y. 
DOUGLAS INN cottages 
Douglas Hill, Maine 
1000 ft. elevation, overlooks Sebago Lake and White 
Mountains. Modem improvements; rooms large and airy; 
board unsurpassed; dairy products, poultry and vegetables 
from our own farm. Besides the Inn. there are several 
cottages containing large, pleasant rooms with open fire¬ 
places. An ideal place for all who appreciate wonderful 
scenery and beautiful drives. 
E. S. DOUGLAS. Douglas Hill, Maine 
CAMP FOR SALE 
For Sale—Camp on Schoodic Lake, Maine. 
5 log and 3 frame buildings. 
Complete equipment for 40, including motor and 
sail boats. 
Owner will take $2000, less than he has spent oti 
the property. 
F. H. DODGE New Brunswick, N. J. 
RIVERSIDE HOUSE 
GREEN HARBOR, MASS. 
OPEN THE YEAR ROUND. 
Good fishing, boating, sailing & hunting in the 
Fall—finest beach in New England for bathing. 
40 miles from Boston on best Auto Roads. 
W. H. MAHONEY, Prop. 
BEAR MOUNTAIN CAMP 
In the Adirondacks, on Cranberry Lake, magnificent 
scenery, boating, bathing, fishing, mountain climbing. 
Large airy rooms with comfortable beds; pleasant sitting 
rooms, large open fireplaces; pure water, excellent table. 
Daily mail. Steamboat meets all trains. Terms reasonable. 
J. M. BALDERSON, Prop. 
CRANBERRY LAKE, N. Y. 
I F GOOD FISHING, GOOD HUNTING, 
BEAUTIFUL SCENERY. PURE AND 
ITealth-giving Air with good accommodations at reason¬ 
able prices are the attractions that call the sportsman and 
liis family away from their daily cares, then the merits of 
CLEARWATER CAMPS should be investigated. 
CLEARWATER CAMPS 
Are situated on the western shore of Clearwater Lake, near 
the little village of Allen's Mills, five miles from Farm¬ 
ington, the terminus of the Maine Central Railroad, and 
the shire town of Franklin County. Maine. 
E. G. GAY, Farmington, Maine. 
CROOKED BROOK’S 
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kersplash on my back in two feet of water 
cool enough for drinking purposes! With 
a few well selected cuss-words I scram¬ 
bled to my feet and stood there dripping 
water and profanity. In the fall I lost my 
pole, but still had hold of the line—in fact 
the hook was in my thumb! Hauling in 
on the line I recovered my pole. When I 
reached in my bait-box for a fresh worm 
I got a fresh start!—after their wetting 
they felt like a gob of chilly young snakes! 
A short way above this point I came to 
another pool. Dropping in my bait I 
waited for a rise in vain. Then I lowered 
the hook and presently felt the old familiar 
tug. After pawing about in the dark I got 
this one off the hook and into the basket. 
It felt to me as if it might weigh a couple 
of pounds. The trout in this pool bit very 
slowly and they all seemed to be on the 
bottom. Not only that, but they were 
clumsy fighters. However, by patience and 
persistence I yanked out six and slipped 
them into the creel. They all appeared to 
run about the same size, say two pounds 
each (by feel) and I was naturally pretty 
proud. I now felt satisfied to stop fishing, 
but on both sides of the brook at this point 
there seemed to be a solid wall. I blun¬ 
dered on up the brook for a long way, but 
couldn’t get out of the brook although I 
tried repeatedly. My matches were wet 
so a light was out of the question. When 
the first faint streaks of dawn broke I 
found myself in a miniature canyon. Now 
I made better progress and upstream still 
farther scrambled out into a meadow. 
Glancing casually over my shoulder I saw 
that the bull was gaining on me rapidly! 
I T was now* gray dawn and the meadow 
lay thick under a blanket of fog. I i 
figured it must be a mile down to where 
I was to meet Jake. There was a big bend 
in Crooked Brook below me and I thought 
I would save walking by cutting across.: 
After I had walked a few minutes the fog i 
became thicker than ever—I couldn’t see 
more than 100 feet in any direction. Then 
I thought I had better go back to the brook 
and follow it—but I couldn’t find the 
brook! I now realized I was lost in the 
fog! I shouted Jake’s name and waited, 
but there was no answer. As I stood there 
in the pasture wondering what to do next 
I saw coming toward me through the fog, 
a big, clumsy shape. “So-o-o, Bossy!” 
says I, glad to see even a friendly cow. 
The animal came on slowly until I saw 
it wasn’t a cow, but a big, red, sharp¬ 
horned, low-browed bull! 
At about 25 feet he stopped and looked 
at me fiercely. Then he lowered his shaggy 
