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WALLACE EVANS CAME FARM. Si. Charles. Illinois 
ting in when we reached it. What a 
miserable cheerless cabin I had 
thought it on my way out, but what 
a palace it seemed now! It meant a 
change of food, a bunk to lie in, a 
warm, covered shelter and dry clothes. 
It was now the epitome of all that 
pleasure and comfort stood for. It is 
thus that our mental vision is influ¬ 
enced by what we go through. It is 
all a matter of degree, and, after all, 
there is no real perspective. 
With fourteen miles ahead of us 
still, which we hoped to make in a day 
although we had taken two to it on 
our journey out, we rose at daybreak. 
George discarded his pack at the cabin 
and carried mine, leaving me with only 
a few pounds of food to bring along. 
A frost had come up during the night 
and the surface crust made good trav¬ 
elling, better than any we had experi¬ 
enced on the trip. In three hours we 
had covered a distance that took us 
seven hours to do on our outward trek, 
and so we kept on all day. We came 
across fresh tracks of a grizzly, who 
must have got up a week or two too 
soon. He was following hard on our old 
trail, seeking good footway, and sink¬ 
ing every few steps. His tracks were 
twelve inches across. We did not 
sight him, and we were just as well 
pleased, for we carried nothing but 
short-range revolvers and a grizzly 
just awakened and in soft going was 
likely to be none too good-humored. 
When we reached the ranch we dis¬ 
covered that another valiant trapper 
had come across the big fellow and had 
dropped him with one shot through 
the brain. The bear was a beautiful 
silver-tip, measuring eight feet four 
inches. 
George still refused to commit him¬ 
self as to our ability to reach the 
ranch that night. 
“It doesn’t do for a man to feel sure 
in the bush or in the mountains,” he 
said. “If he does, old Mother Nature 
will knock the cock-sureness out of him 
before he goes very far and make him 
feel like ten cents worth of dog meat 
half eaten.” 
But the going kept good until we 
reached the marshes, a few miles north 
of Sugar Lake, and then we knew we 
would make it even if the dark came 
down. But a mile from home we ran 
into the unexpected. All the ice and 
snow bridges over the Shuswap had 
given way and fifty yards of icy water 
lay between us and home. There was 
nothing for it. We had to get over. 
George, with his usual grit, stripped 
off, took both packs and went into the 
water, going through the icy slither 
waist deep to the other side. He would 
not hear of two getting wet, when one 
would do. He came over again, got 
me on his back and forded the third 
time. He was chilled to the bone. I 
got off my sweater and rubbed him 
until the circulation began to glow in 
his lower limbs. I went ahead, break¬ 
ing the trail to the ranch, where they 
were excitedly awaiting us, for we 
were a day late. We completed that 
last fourteen miles in seven hours, 
which was close on George’s record for 
the distance. 
Having finished one hundred miles 
on snowshoes, I felt I was entitled to 
spend the next day lounging round the 
ranch, but on the day after, I set out 
for home, with George’s catch, thirteen 
hundred dollars worth of fur, on my 
back, to express for him to the market 
when I reached civilization. The ice 
on Sugar Lake was breaking up and 
it was impossible for any conveyance 
to travel through, so I had to tackle 
the next twenty miles over broken ice 
and broken roads on foot. Sixteen 
miles more I did behind a buckboard, 
then sixteen in an automobile, and the 
twinkling lights of the cheery little 
town of Vernon told me that the ad¬ 
venture was behind me and the cushion 
comforts of home were within hail. 
But—anyone who says the marten 
trapper makes easy money, all I have 
to say to him is, let him have a go at it. 
LANDING A DOUBLE 
CATCH 
(Continued from page 687) 
rounded form does not invite heavy 
wading in a swift river, so he is con¬ 
tent to stay home and listen to the 
wonders performed by other anglers 
who, after quite a number of visits to 
his hotel, gradually come to know his 
peculiar yet ever-kindly nature, that 
prefers others praise his skill. You 
see at a glance his Milesian ancestry, 
and though born in the Catskills, as 
his father was before him, he is the 
fiercest “Home Ruler” for the “Old 
Sod” I ever met or heard of. His sly, 
caustic comments are enough to make 
a pig laugh when some fellow fancies 
he has a superior style and dilates of 
his great skill in angling. Sometime 
ago a little affair happened that will 
show Bill Keener’s make-up. I had a 
young friend as guest for three days— 
not much of a fly fisherman, yet we 
managed to get a nice little basket of 
trout for him to take back home. The 
night before my friend was to leave, in 
some way or other a rat got in his 
creel and stole every fish therein. We 
told Bill about it, and he launched 
forth his indignation with a volley of 
words not present in the dictionaries. 
He walked away without a word, don¬ 
ned his fishing togs, and we saw him 
no more till just fifteen minutes before 
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