MEDWAY CLUB °"canavs 

Located in northern Queens County, 26 miles from Liverpool and 23 hours 
from Boston, Mass. 
Fishing—Salmon, grilse, trout and herling. 
Off Liverpool, Atlantic tuna, averaging 500 lbs. in weight, are taken on 
rod and reel. 
Our own lodge on the coast. 
Hunting—moose, deer, geese, ducks, shorebirds, grouse and woodcock. 
Finest goose shooting on the Atlantic Coast. 
The virgin white pine timber standing on the club’s property is worth more today than 
the club’s entire capitalization. 
only organization of its kind in Nova Scotia. 
It will 
filled this month. 
in excess of the memberships issued. 
limited to seventy-five. 
Full particulars may be obtained from:— 
The buildings are substantial and comfortable. 
Ten vacancies to be 
It is the 
The club’s actual property is considerably 
increase in value steadily. Membership 
WILLIAM E. HALM, 44 WHITEHALL STREET, NEW YORK, N. Y. 
THE BINGELTON 
HACKETTSTOWN, NEW JERSEY 
Tel. 6 R.-4. 
57 miles from New York City on main road, all modern 
situated on the banks of the Musconet- 
conveniences, 
cong River, and near two other rivers all well stocked 
trout streams. 
Also furnished cottage with all modern improvements 
to rent by day or week, just the place for fishing par- 
ties. Also furnished tents by river. 

NEWFOUNDLAND 


ADIRONDACK 
Fisherman, hunter, or pleasure-seeker, we are 
ready for you at Sunset Inn, on the largest lake 
in the mountains. Here game abounds and 
nature reigns supreme. Small camps; fireplace; 
lounging-room, dancing, and all improvements. 
We also have camps equipped for those who 
wish to do their own housekeeping. Write for 
particulars. 
BEEBE & ASHTON, Cranberry Lake, New York 
A Country of Fish and Game 
A Paradise for the Camper and Angler 
Ideal Canoe Trips 
The country traversed by the System of the Newfoundland Government Railway is exceedingly rich in 
all kinds of Fish and Game. 
Trout fishing, also Caribou barrens. 
All along the route of the Railway are streams famous for their Salmon and 
Americans who have been fishing and hunting in Newfoundland 
say there is no other country in the world in which so good fishing and hunting can be secured and with 
such ease as in Newfoundland. 
forwarded upon application to 
Information, together with illustrated Booklet and Folder, cheerfully 
F. E. PITTMAN, General Passenger Agent, 
Newfoundland Government Railway 
ee 
coming game _ bird. 
Julius Mohr, Jr., 
the State Game 
EUROPEAN PARTRIDGES the 
300k orders now for delivery in March. 
Ulm-Donau, Germany, contractor with 
Commissions of the U. S. A. 
WHY NOT spend Spring, Summer 
and Fall gathering but- 
terflies, insects? I buy hundreds of 
kinds for collections, Some worth $1 to 
$7 each. Simple outdoor work with my 
instructions, pictures, price-list. Send 
10c (not stamps) for my Illustrated 
prospectus before sending butterflies. 
Mr. Sinclair, Dealer in Insects, Dept. 9, Ocean Park, Calif. 


St. John’s, Newfoundland 

SALMON, TROUT, AND TOGUE—15 Lakes and Ponds. 
The only camps on the shore of two Ponds. Plenty of fish 
and references. Daily mail, telephone, and all the com- 
forts of home. Write for map, folder and prices. 
“CHIEF”? STANWOOD 
Big Chief Camps, Tunk Pond. P. O. East Sullivan, Maine. 

10c For ORE’S PATENT BAIT HOLDER 
: with Hook. Holds 
minnow, “hopper,” or pork 
rind just right for strike. 
10c Postpaid or 12 for $1. 
THE ORE TACKLE CO., Dept. 15, Mountain Greve, Mo. 



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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
“30 YEARS OF CANOE SUPERIORITY” 
ORLD-FAMOUS “WHITE CANOES” 
“White Built’? Canvas-Covered Motor Boats, Rowboats and Skiffs 
E. M. WHITE & CO., 156 Water Street, Old Town, Maine. 











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It will identify you. 
threw Bill his blanket and rolled into 
my own, dug a hole for my hip, looked 
up at the stars and saw my “Petite.” I 
rolled over, pulled the blanket close be- 
neath my chin and dreamed of the won- 
derful ‘canoe trip when she would be 
with me—” 
A gangle of pans. ‘Come, my sleep- 
ing beauties, you want me to catch ’em 
and clean ’em, too. Snap out of it. I’m 
hungry.” 
Blankets quivered, rolled over and 
finally frozzled heads followed stretch- 
ing arms out into the open of daylight. 
Blinking eyes took in a crisp, dewy 
morning. A_ splashing two minutes’ 
swim put the camp into action. 
Doc grabbed the fish knife and hook- 
ing a finger beneath their spreading 
gills, dragged Schmidty’s two ten- 
pound offerings to the altar. The axe 
rang the clear morning call—a fire 
was started and the pots put over it 
for the mush and coffee—bread toasted 
(the last of the bread). In the mean- 
time the tents had come down, blankets 
were folded and tucked away at the 
back of the packs. 
Dried milk gave way to a creamy 
lacteal fluid and the corn meal thick- 
ened to a heavy mush—better than 
the daintiest of breakfast foods—and 
corn meal stays with you. If you have 
plenty of corn meal, flour, rice and 
beans you’ll pull through with meat on 
your ribs. 
A half hour later we laid the packs 
in the canoes and shoving off, again 
faced north, up Turtle Lake. 
Turtle Portage, up from Lake - 
Kipawa, had been just a “lift” around 
a lumberman’s dam. Now we turned 
and twisted around rocky points, 
through forest banked channels and 
across broad, wind rippled bays. Late 
in the afternoon we were approaching 
the first real portage of the summer, 
up into Lake Brulé. 
It was easily located, way down at 
the end of a quiet little bay where a 
notch in the hills spilled a trickle of 
water through a break in tall rank 
bushes. On the open face of a tall 
black spruce was tacked one of the 
Canadian fire signs—a square piece of 
white cotton, upon which in red letters 
was printed the words “Si vous voyez 
du feu éteignez le’—If you see fire, 
put it out! Placed along all the trails, 
as far back in the bush as possible, 
these weather beaten signs are a con- 
tinual reminder to the trapper and 
trailer of the great blackened scars, 
stretching for. miles from the place 
where a man has been careless and 
left a spark, which, growing to a 
monster before a driving wind, has 
roared its red way over miles of 
forests, destroying a hundred summers 
of nature’s efforts. 
A faintly defined foot path disap- 
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