Outing Volume 70; Sport, Adventure, Travel, Fiction (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ...hiding there in the very heart of the mountains What a haven for fish and game Up every gully of the range was a deer run, and everywhere were fresh signs of wolves and bears, but as Alec philosophically remarked, "She be one ver' nice HI job t' get out head from here." Then, suddenly, the rain came, a perfect deluge that soaked us through before we could find a little sheltering cave. It stopped almost as quickly as it began, and we pushed on, slipping down the wet granite, creeping carefully over the treacherous rock moss, crawling cautiously down fallen trees, picking the easiest, straightest line for the foot of Mountain Lake. Into the thickets at the mountain's base we plunged. Every movement meant a shower bath, and we reached the old lumber dam wringing wet, begrimed with bark and charcoal from the old burnings, tired after dragging our heavy, soaked clothes through the bush. Not finding the trail along the lakeside to the portage that we had missed in the morning, we set off through the woods for Fish Lake two miles away. Alec was leading. Suddenly he stopped short and swore potently in French and English. We had come back again to Mountain Lake. There was the great range towering above its opposite shore. Neither of us, like idiots, had brought his compass, but we set off again, and again we tramped a big circle and again brought up at Mountain Lake. "Here, Alec," I said, "you've had two tries; let me lead." "Eh bien," he grunted, following me, mumbling most discouraging prophecies about a cold, wet night in the woods. I set ofF bravely. There was no sun, but I resolved to hold a straight course and fixed my mind on this purpose. For half an hour we struggled through the bush, and suddenly, from a rise, I s...