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MUCH FAVORED BY WOMEN 
TRAVELING WITHOUT ESCORT 
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An hotel of quiet dignity, having the atmosphere and ap- 
pointments of a well conditioned home. 
40 theatres, all principal shops and churches, 3 to 5 
minutes’ walk. 
2 minutes of all subways, ‘‘L’’ 
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Within 3 minutes Grand Central, 
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roads, surface cars, bus 
5 minutes Pennsylvania 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 

had become quite tame. It is wonder- 
ful what a lot of company two little 
squirrels can be to a fellow. Only for 
those two little fellows I believe I 
should have forgotten how to talk. 
That spring, about the middle of April, 
the snow was pretty well gone, so I 
took my rifle and took a stroll into the 
woods. After going about one mile, I 
ran across a bear track which I fol- 
lowed to a small swamp. About a mile 
away I found her den in an old up- 
turned cedar. I cut a small sapling 
and tried to poke her out of the den. I 
had. quite a time getting her to come 
out. She made quite a fuss about it, 
but I kept at it. Finally she stuck her 
head out and I shot her. After drag- 
ging her out, I crawled into the den 
and found two cubs about two or three 
weeks old. I took them home and next 
morning I went back and took the old 
bear’s hide and put it in the corner of 
the cabin. The two little cubs used to 
coddle up to it and be quite contented. 
I fed them on broth from moose meat 
and condensed milk, and they did quite 
well on that kind of diet. They were a 
lot of company to me, but after about 
three weeks one of them took sick and 
died. The other one grew quite fast, 
and by fall he was some bear. He was 
a lot of bother, however, for when- 
ever I left home for any length’of time 
I was obliged to take him along. At 
first it was quite hard to get him to 
follow me, but later on he got so used 
to it that he wasn’t very much trouble. 
During the summer I concluded to 
look up a canoe route to Tower. It 
took me two weeks by this water route. 
The distance from my cabin to Tower 
was about one hundred miles. I had 
eleven portages to make around falls 
and rapids that were too rough for a 
birch bark canoe. I took the bear along 
on this trip and he seemed to enjoy 
canoeing. On the third day of this 
trip I came to an Indian village on the 
shore of Sand Point Lake. As I left 
the canoe with the bear close to my 
heels, some Indian dogs spied the bear 
and made for him. There was no es- 
cape for the bear. But I want to tell 
you that he made the dogs’ hair fly 
pretty lively for a time. With the help 
of about a dozen Indian boys I man- 
aged to drive the dogs off. After ar- 
riving at Tower I met a man that 
wanted to buy the bear, so after dick- 
ering a while I let him have the bear 
for fifty-five dollars. For a few days 
I missed him very much. On my way 
home I undertook to run a rapids on 
Vermillion River; I capsized and nearly 
drowned. Having lost all my provi- 
sions, I had to return to Tower for a 
new supply. Still, I enjoyed that trip 
and made many more after that. The 
lakes and rivers were very pretty, and 
fish and game of all kinds were plenti- 
ful. 
It will identify you. 
After reaching home I rested up for 
about a week. Then one morning I 
made up a light pack and started out 
for Ash River Falls, a distance of 
about six miles. I wanted to do a little 
fishing and exploring. When I reached 
the falls I found an Indian there fish- 
ing. We fished and visited all that 
day. He could talk quite a bit of Eng- 
lish and was real interesting, so I 
camped with him that night. He also 
had his wife and little boy of three 
years of age with him. I surely en- 
joyed their company. They seemed dif- 
ferent than other Indians that I had 
met. They were quite clean and tidy. 
The next morning I left for home with 
a nice string of fish. Upon arriving, I 
found my cabin had been broken into 
and everything I had, except the stove, 
had been taken. All my food, clothes, 
rifle and blankets. All I had left were 
the clothes I had on and the one blanket 
I had with me—and sixty miles from 
any town and only fish to eat. I surely 
was out of humor. I looked around 
for tracks and at last found Indian 
tracks. I made up my mind that they 
had been up Squaw Creek and had run 
onto my trail leading from the creek to 
my cabin. I struck out for the creek, 
thinking I might overtake the thieves. 
When I got to the creek I found their 
canoe pulled up on shore, so I took the 
canoe and poked it back a short dis- 
tance from the creek. I waited until 
dark, but no one showed up. I went 
back to the cabin and put in the night 
the best I could and wondering whether 
to go overland to Tower or by water. 
I concluded to go by water. I had a 
birch bark canoe of my own, but I took 
the one I had found at the creek and 
started out without a bite of food and 
no gun. Just imagine yourself in my 
place and see how you feel. After 
paddling from sunrise until three P. 
M., I saw an Indian tepee on the 
shore. I paddled over and, to my sur- 
prise, found my friend with whom I 
had camped at Ash River Falls. I told 
him my story and he gave me food 
enough to last me. He begged me to 
stay overnight with him, but it be- 
ing nearly afternoon, I concluded to 
go on my way. As I left, he walked 
to the river bank with me and, when 
he saw the canoe, he said: ‘My canoe.” 
He told me that he had lent that canoe 
to two Indians from Fort Francis and 
they had not returned it. 
I made the trip without any trouble 
and brought back a good supply of 
provisions and blankets and a Marlin 
rifle. 
That fall I made a trip to Fort 
Francis, Manitoba. At Kittle Falls, I 
saw an Indian tepee on the Manitoba 
side. I paddled over to make some in- 
quiries in regard to the route. As I 
approached, an Indian with a rifle on 
his shoulder came from the woods back 
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