Camp-fire musings - life and good times in the woods (1894) (14782560322)

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Title: Camp-fire musings : life and good times in the woods
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Gray, William Cunningham, 1830-1901
Subjects: Natural history Outdoor life
Publisher: Edinburgh : D. Douglas
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University



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y fallen treesand overgrown with thickets. What sort of a country is it ?I asked. Sand barrens, lakes, Norway and jack-pine timber.No end to fish and game. No settlers between here and Gordon,forty miles. At last I had found what I was looking for—a coun-try not likely to be occupied by people for many years. I saw aherd of moose on Island Lake last year, my guide continued.Island Lake- where is that? Bout eighteen miles fromhere, right on the old road, the loveliest picture you ever saw. Lets go ! All right, but you cant get a team through there,That was the highest attraction of all. We had spent five summers at Island Lake when C. L. T.came to spend his vacation with us. By that time we had built abarn on the main-land, and a number of log-cabins on the island.His description will answer as an introduction to the remainder ofthis book.) For several years he readers of this paper havebeen, teased, not to say tDrmented, wita exasperatingglimpses of this Camp Metropole in the woods.
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3slartb Cake 51 They have been permitted to see glimpses for aninstant here and there until, like the writer, they werefairly wild for a view of the whole scene. They havebeen made fairly familiar with certain tantalizingwords, as—camp-fire, island, Norway pines, deer inthe lake and log-cabins, but have been quite at a lossto put them together. Like inexpert children build-ing with picture blocks, they have not been able toconstruct the scene to their satisfaction. And thevenerable Robinson Crusoe, who presides here, withthe fine scorn of details characteristic of genius, hasresolutely refused to give them help. He has givena touch to the canvas, as if to say, Now, fill it infor yourselves, if you can, and then, with a half audi-ble chuckle, but you cant. The charms of this region have been so idealizedby him, that it is part of his creed that this part ofthe universe is indescribable. Stanley may write upMozambique, and Kane may sketch the North Poleand Proctor diagram the Milky Wa