Jack Lightfoot snowed=up; or, Lost in the trackless Canadian wilderness


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As he swung his now useless gun above his head, Jack found himself wishing that he was making a home-run hit with uQld Wagon Tongue."

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P bl h N te "Teach the American floy flow to 'beeome -aftltete, ana Jay the founaatron for a Constitution &Teat '*-ftlan mn u IS ers 0 of t h e United States "-Wise sayings from "Tip Top. T.her e has never been a time when the bo y s o f this &Teat country took 10 keen an Interest In all manly and healthgivlnit sports as they do to-da y As proof of thi s wit n ess the recordb r eakinit t hrongs that attend college struitgles on the gridiron, as well as athletic a n d baseball games, and other tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude o f other channels this love for the life strenuous" Is making Itself man if est, so that, a.s a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front as seoken 11f honest sport. Reco gnizing this "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that tho time has arrived to give this vast army of :roung enthusiast a publication devoted exclusively to invigorating out-door Ufe. We feel we are justified In anticipating a warm reeponse from our sturdy Amertean boys, who are sure to revel In the stirring phases of sport and adventure, through whic h our character& paaa from week to week. / ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY .Issued Weellly B y Subscription, $2.50 per year. l::.ntered according to Act of Congress in the year rQob, in the office o f the Librarian o f Congre ss, Was/Jingto11, .D. c., by THE WINNER LIBRAR Y C o ., 1 6 5 West Fifteenth S t., New Y ork,N. Y. No. 50. NEW YORK, January 20, 1906. Price Five Cents JACK Ll6HTFOOT SNOWED=UP; OR, Lost 10 the l rac kless Canadian Wilderness By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack Li ghtfoot, the best all-round athlete in Cranford or vicinity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after he had conquered a few of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doing things while others were talking, that by degrees caused him t o be looked upon as the natural leader in all the sports Young America delights in-a boy who in learning to conquer himself put the power into his hands to wrest victory from others. Tom Lightfoot, Jack's cousin, and sometimes his rival; though their striving for the mastery was always of the friendly, generous kind. Tom was called the "Book-Worm" by his fellows, on ac count of his love for studying suc h secrets of nature as practical observers have discovered and published; so that he possessed a fund of general knowledge calculated to prove useful upon many occasions. Laf e Lampton, a big, hulking chap, with an ever present craving for something to eat. Lafe always had his appetite along, and p:oved a stanch friend of our hero through thick and thin. M r Denton, Jack's Canadian uncle, who thought the boys ought to see a little wild life in the great suow forests o f the north before they settled down to study in earnest, with "fair Harvard" as their goal. Musgrave. a reliable Indian guide, to whom the signs of the wilderness were as easily read as the pages of a printed book are to a student. CH APTER I. AN UGLY T E N ANT. "We ll, J ack, what shall we do first?" It was with this question that Lafe Lampton ad dressed Jac k Lightfoot, when both boys fairly had awakened to a r ealization of their serious situation. T he natu r e of t his sit uati on was one to have alarmed the stoutest heart, and what h a d befallen the two boys may be told in a nutshell. Only the vas t Canadian wi l derness was around them, in the very hea r t of w hich t hey had lost their way Each moment t h e snow was falling faster a n d adding to the sheet of white that already deeply cove r ed the earth T he light of the late afternoon wa s beg i nning to wane, and, in less than an hour, dusk must fall, and the n t he night dark n ess. W h ile trailing a giant moose w hich n ow lay dead in the snow some twenty yards away, J ack and Lafe had become widely separated from the i r fellow hunters These were Mr. Joseph Denton, an uncle of Jack I

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2 ALL-SPORTS LIDRARY. Lightfoot, by whom het and Lak and Tom had been invited upon a. huntin.g tdp in Canq
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LI.3.:::ARY. 3 That done, he took his rifle from Lafe, saying heartily: "Now grab onto your share of this, Lafe, and next weu look for shelter." "We won't find that so easily, I reckon," said Lafe, hastening to comply. "\Ve must, contrive to build somethine." "A lean-to?" "Something after the same fashion," said Jack. "It's a good thing that we watched Musgrave make the one at the upper lake. Vv e've got the idea, at least, and must contrive to put it into execution." "That's the stuff, Jack." "Come over this way." "We'd better not go too far from the moose, I think, for we might run short of grub, and wish to dig him out of the snow and get some more," suggested Lafe, who was bound to safeguard against hunger as long as soul and body held together. "I'll not go far," laughed Jack. "I wish to examine that ledge of rocks over yonder." "In the side of that rough hill?" "Exactly. It looks from here as if it might offer us some shelter, or, at least, enable us to construct a rough protection from the snow." "Jiminy crickets! that's so," cried Lafe, even more hopefu)ly. While thus talking, the boys had been hurriedly bearing their burden of venison toward a rise of the hill somewhat to the north of the point from which they had emerged from the forest a few minutes before. As they subsequently learned, the place where they had overtaken and killed the moose was above a small lake, which then was frozen hard and covered with sev eral feet of snow, which had been driven in and drifted deeply during the storm of the previous night. Jack Lightfoot rightly inferred that a lake must be there under the snow, which explained the absence of trees over so considerable a space; and he also saw that only a very little snow had fallen close under the lee of the wooded hill to the north of this clearing, where the face of a rocky bluff and the growth of pines and oaks above had shielded the ground below in the late storm. "The wind was north last night, Lafe, .the same as it is now," said he, as they hurried on. "Yonder bluff and pines form a big lee that will be much to our ad vantage. You can see that but little snow fell close under it last night. Out yonder is some ground that is almost bare." "And there, Jack, is some entirely bare," cried Lafe, pointing off to the left as they drew nearer the hill. "Look at it under that overhanging ledge." "I see it all right, Lafe." "Just beyond it a sort of crevice makes in between the rocks, forming a sort of cave." "By ginger, Lafe, you are right," exclaimed Jack eagerly. "I think we can use that crevice, or cave, as you call it." To be more exact, the opening that had caught Lafe's eyes was a split in the rocky face of the hill, some six feet wide at the entrance, while within it narrowed down to a point some twelve feet from the opening. Partly covering this deep crevice in the hill were the roots of the several oaks and pine-trees growing in the soil above, the leaves and spindles from which had fallen thickly into the crevice upon dropping from the trees, half choking it to the depth of nearly a foot. "By gracious! it looks to me as if Providence had made that place for us, Lafe," Jack exultantly cried, when he beheld the broad opening between the rocks. "I believe your story, Jack." "We'll leave our venison here on the snow. where it's perfectly clean, and get to work and build a shelter before it comes dark." "That's the stuff," cried Lafe. "We still ha v e a good half-hour." "That crevice is choked with dead leaves and wood, some of which may be dry enough to burn readily." "Sure thing." "V..r e'll use that to start a fire, and also clean out the place, and roof it over with fir branches and birch bark." "That will knock a lean-to sky high." "That's what it will, Lafe," cried Jack. "And after getting a fire well started we'll gather a lot of those dead logs along here under the lee. They are dry enough to burn freely, and we'll collect a supply to keep a rousing fire till morning." "Gee whiz! this begins to look like a cinch," declared Lafe, with a laugh. "I reckon we can go it alone, Jack, as well as with that Indian." "Stand your rifle here with mine, Lafe, and then we'll begin cleaning out that crevice." "House-cleanin g eh?" "That's about the size of it," laughed Jack. He had stood his rifle under a jutting rock in the :.:cc o f the bluffEke hill, where it could remain com-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. paratively free from the falling snow flakes, and Lafe hastened to follow suit Then both boys, pulling off their woolen gloves to prevent them from being soiled or torn, started for the crevice to begin cleaning out the accumulation of twigs and leaves. Their work and investigations up to this time had occupied less than ten minutes, and, though the storm steadily was increasing, it appeared to them to have abated somewhat, owing to their being in the lee of the woods and bluff. "We first will clear away what little snow there is in front of the place," said Jack. "Then we can keep the leaves and wood dry that we haul out, and--" "Hold on a bit!" exclaimed Lafe, interrupting. "Let's take off these snow-shoes, Jack, first of all." "That's a good idea." "We shall not go chasing anything more to-night, I'll wager, and these blooming things are a nuisance when not needed." "All of that, Lafe," laughed Jack, as both squatted under the ledge and quickly removed their snow-shoes. "Really I think we shall pass a comfortable night." "You bet we will." "I'd give a good deal if Uncle Joe and Tom could know that we are safe ." "So would I, Jack, but they'll have to wait till we show up," said Lafe, springing to his feet "Now I feel natural under foot, and I'm going at that cave iike a bull at a gate." Jack also had removed his snow-shoes, and was at Lafe's heels wl.ien the latter reached the opening of the little cavern, which was nearer than either yet had approached. Before either could enter it, however, there came from amid the dim shadows at the inmost part of it -a mingled snarl and howl that caused every hair on their heads to rise on end Both uttered an involuntary gasp of fright and re coiled as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Then, instinctively, each ran to snatch up his rifle. "What was it?" asked Lafe, nearly as white as the s:1ow near -by. "I couldn't tell," replied Jack, with his Winchester : ady to fire instantly, and his gaze fixed upon the some ten feet away. "I know only one thing, Lafe." "What's that?"' "There's a mighty ugly tenant already in the house that we planned to occupy." "Gee whiz! I guess that's right," said Lafe, with nerve returning when neither man nor beast from the cavern. "One thing more,'' added Jack decidedly. "The tenant, whatever it is, has got to be evicted. Vve want that shelter for ourselves." "As a matter of fact, Jack, we must have it," de clared Lafe. "Must is right, Lafe. Possibly some animal has gone in there for shelter from the storm ." "It was an animal, all right; nothing human could have made such a howl as that we heard." "Did you see him ?" "Nat a sign of him. Did you?" "I thought I saw something way m back, but I couldn't be sure," replied Jack, now glancing up at the face of the hill. "I'll tell you what we'll do, Lafe, rather than take another chance of being attacked by approaching that opening." "\!\!hat's that?"' "By climbing up the face of this low bluff we can, I feel sure, get a look down into the crevice. Then we possibly can discover what sort of a tenant is in there." "Come on! I'm game to try it." "Stop a bit, Lafe." "It'll only take a minute." "Have your hunting-knife ready, as well as your rifle," cautioned Jack, as they prepared to scale the low bluff "I've got it ready." "There may also be an opening up above, which the animal can use for his exit, so we won't be caught napping. I rather suspect that it's a bear." "Howling mackerels!" "Are you ready?" "You bet," assented Lafe, gripping his rifle. "An old bruin, eh?"' "I think so." "Gee whiz! We'll have bear steaks for supperunless the boot is on the other leg and we are served up raw!" "Careful!" With Lafe close at his heels, with his held at drop for instant use, Jack Lightfoot began scaling the face of the low bluff.

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ALL-SPORTS L1DRARY. 5 CHAPTER II. A FORCIBLE EVICTION. It was less than twenty feet up the rough face of the bluff, and Jack and Lafe quickly reached the brink and clambered to the level ground above. Here there was a thick growth of woods and though considerable snow had fallen under the trees, it was not so deep but that they could easily wade through it without needing their snow-shoes. Some twelve feet away a dark, irregular break in the snow showed where the split penetrated the hill, and toward this Jack and Lafe cautiously picked their way. Both boys held their Winchesters ready for instant use, in event of any surprise, and Jack softly whispered as they drew nearer the narrow opening in ground: "Quietly, Lafe! There's no knowing what may be down there." "That's right, old man!" grunted Lafe, under his breath. "Yet an ounce of lead can do good work against almost anything." Lafe was all courage, though sometimes he briefly lost his head. He was unlike Jack Lightfoot in the latter respect, however, for the greater the danger the cooler Jack became. When nearer the narrow opening mentioned they could see more plainly how curiously nature had con structed this place in which some animal evidently had sought shelter from the storm. The upper part of the crevice was almost entirely ob structed with the huge, interlocked roots of the trees near-by, which grew almost to the brink of the soil which covered the rocky, overhanging ledge below. Pointing to this mass of twining roots, Jack quietly remarked: "No anima:l of any size can come up through there, Lafe, that's sure." "We're safe enough against any attack from that di rection," nodded Lafe. "Let's see what we can dis cover." Now stooping over the crevice, both boys tried to peer down between the roots. Only the dark interior below could be seen, with the broader and lighter opening at the face of the bluff. "I can't see a thiner," muttered Lafe bluntly. Till then not a sound had been heard from the gloom below. The sound of Lafe's voice, how ever, appeared to occasion a response. It came in the form of a half-smothered, growling, low, ugly, and threatening, as if some huge animal resented thus being disturbed. "Gee, that's no kitten!" gasped Lafe, as the sound caused both boys to start quickly and draw back. ''It's a bear," Jack declared. "That's what it is." "Can you see him ?" "Not yet," whispered Jack, again bending lower. "Nor can I." "It's as dark as a cave way in there, and the brute must be as far from the entrance as he can get. When our eyes become accustomed to looking in the darkness we may be able to discover where "Howling mackerel s I see him," Lafe excitedly in terrupted. "Look through this hole, Jack. You can see the glow of his eyes in the darkness." Jack crept round to the larger hole which Lafe had discovered, and crouched to peer through it. In the midst of the darkness below, vvell int o the depths of this natural cavern, t:wo round glowing sp ots some three inches apart plainly indicated that Lafe had spoken the truth. Though the growling still continued, and presently began to increase in volume, Jack Lightfoot placed hi3 face nearly into the hole, the better to see through the darkness. Now he could discern, crouching against the inmost wall of the place, a huge dark figure, twice the size o f an ordinary Newfoundland dog. There no longer could be any mistaking the animal. It was, as Jack Lightfoot already had conjectured, a large black bear. "I see him plainly," he whispered, drawing back from the opening. "A bear?" "Sure!" "Gee whiz! this looks like business," cried Lafe, be ginning to quiver with excitement. "Keep cool!" "We must get him out of there. We want that place for ourselves, old man. And it'll be dark inside of half-an-hour." "We'll get him out all right, either dead or alive," muttered Jack, with a determined light in his keen, dark eyes. "What are you doing?" Jack had begun to cautiously thrust the barrel of his Winchester into the opening through which he had been gazing.

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6 ALL-SP O RTS LIBR A RY. "I'm goi n g to t ry to kill him through this hole," he h urriedly e.p lained. ''Jan iny cricket s! there 'll be mu sic and soni;ething do i ng, J a c k if you only succeed in wounding the brute ''I can see his eyes quite plainly," whispered Jack, now kneeling to steady himself. "I'm going to try to send a bull et between them." "That will finish him, all right, if you can do it," no d de d Lafe approvingly. "Have y our rifle ready, in case I miss." I m ready! Holy smoke, hear him growl!" T he noise from below had become a prolonged, fu riou s snarl, rather than a growl. Old bruin evidently had become suspiciou s feeling that designs upon his comfort were in active opera ti on. The sounds above the face at the hole toward which hi s glowing eyes were directed, the thrusting of a rifle barrel through the aperture and pointing straight at him, these were more than bruin c o uld c a lmly endure. \Vi th a sudden terrific roar, before Jack Lightfoot could draw a bead on him, the bear sprang up and rushed out of the cave, obviously bent upon putting up a fight of his own to retain not only his whole skin, but al s o the shelter from which these intruders meant to oust him. Jack drew back his rifle and leaped up like a flash. "Look out, Lafe," he shouted turning toward the brink of the ledge. "He's c o ming out! Be ready to plug him wherever he may show." "Did he go out?" yelled Lafe, wildly springing to his feet. "Like a whirlwind." "Which way did he turn?" "I couldn't see ," cried Jack with eyes and ears on the alert. "He has stopped growling and he may be crouching under--" "Where are you going?" "To look over the ledge," cried Jack. "He may be crouching on the ground below." "Hold on!" yelled Lafe apprehensively. "If you slip over that edge you'll be a gone goose for sure." "I'll not slip, Lafe." While he replied Jack crept nearer the brink of the snow-covered ledge, bent upon looking over to see if he could discover the bear below the overhanging rocks. H e hardly had dropped to his knee near the edge, h owe ver when a terrific yell came from Lafe. "He re he comes, Jack !" he roared. "Look out for yourself! Here he c o mes up the very place where w e climbed." Jack scrambled to his feet, and turned to the plac e mentioned. The head of the bear was just sh o wing abov e the sno\vy brink. Lafe's rifle already was at his shoulder, and his eye looking along the barrel. "Hold on!" shrieked Jack. "Wait till you get a good mark, Lafe! Wait till y o u g et a good mark!" He spoke too late, h o we ver, for the thundering report of Lafe' s weap o n d rowned mo s t o f his w o rd s Jack knew that a bear s head makes a very bad target, for, when the animal is m ov ing, it is in almo s t constant motion, and the fro ntal b o nes are so sharp and hard that unless the mark sman m a kes a dead-center s h o t, the bullet will glance off and do but little harm. When thus attacked, or even if badly wounded more o ver, a bear will put up the wickedest kind of a fight rather than resort to flight. For this reason Jack wanted to kill the brute with the first sh ot, thus ending the immediate danger, but the re s ult of Lafe's fire was just what he anticipated : The bullet struck the animal's frontal bone laterally, glancing quickly off, and it did not s o much as stun him. It brought from bruin a roar that made the \voods ring, however, as he clambered up to the level, sno w covered ground. The moment he gained a footing and beheld the two boys, moreover, he reared himself erect for an instant -a huge beast, shaggy and grim, with his small eyes blazing fiercely, and his long, red ton gue lolling fro m between his sharp, white teeth and drawn lips. In that one instant of mingled curi o sity and sur prise, however, old bruin sealed his own doom. Jack Lightfoot saw the opportunity presented, for a more perfect mark c o uld hardly have been had, and his rifle leaped to his shoulder. Bang! There came a spiteful flas h flame from the black muzzle, and the bullet sped straight to its mark, tearing through the beast's shaggy breast and splitting his heart in twain. With -a single gasping snort t he animal fell to one side, then rolled like a mass of flesh and hair over the edge of the l o w bluff and to the ground below, turnin g the white sn o w to crim s on wherever he touched. "Hurrah !" yelled Lafe, ru s hing to the edge to look o v er. I guess th a t s e t tled h im."

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRAR::. 7 "I think there's no doubt of it," laughed Jack, ha stening to join him. "Let's go down there." "\Nait a bit," cried Jack, more discreetly. "First let's make sure there ain't more of them in that crevice." "A good idea," assented Lafe. A careful examination above the roots and through the holes plainly indicated that the place was now va cant, however, and the boys no longer demurred over returning to the lee of the ledge. The huge bear lay dead in the snow, and, after a brief examination of the carcass, Jack proceeded to enter the crevice from which he had been so successfully evicted. "We have no time to waste, Lafe," he declared. "\Ve must have this place cleaned out and a shelter made before dark." "That's right, Jack, and enough wood collected to keep a fire going until morning. There's po knowing what sort of visitors we may have before daylight." "True." "Mebbe the mate of that bear may show up, Jack, and take a turn at ousting us out of these quarters." "I don't think so, Lafe. "For what reason?" "From what I have read of the habits of the black. bear," replied Jack, as they set to work clearing the dead leaves and dry twigs from the crevice; "they are not much given to prowling about in the winter months. As I understand it, they go into a den or cave when the cold and snow come on, and are not fre quently seen outside of it." "This may have been that old fellow's den," re marked Lafe. "I don't find any indications warranting that belief," said Jack. "The leaves in here are not matted down very much, as if a bed had long been made of them, nor are there any signs of food having been eaten here." "That's right, too." "I am more inclined to think that that bear may have a den in some other locality, and that he was out nosing around for something to eat before the storm came on, which may have driven him to taking tem porary shelter in here." "Jiminy I I hope that's right," said Lafe hopefully. "I'd just as soon not receive a visit from his mate." "\Ve'll not expect it, Lafe, even though we keep ourselves prepared for it," laughed Jack. While thus talking the boys had hurriedly scraped all of leaves and twigs outside of the entrance, heaping them up against the rocky wall at one side, where they were p'totected from the falling snow by the jutting portion of the ledge. This revealed the bare ground, which was compara tively dry, while the walls within appeared to be parts of a huge split rock, which in course of time and ter restrial changes had fallen gradually apart, forming a considerable opening From six to eight feet above were the twined ancl in terlocked roots of the trees above the ledge, making almost a perfect roof above the open space, yet through which the boys could see daylight in m<1ny places "\Ve must go up there again and roof the place in so it won't leak," said Jack, when the leaves had been cleaned out. ''If the storm should last very long, the snow would accumulate up there, and the heat from our fire would cause it to melt down on us." "How can we accomplish it?" "I saw some birch-trees up tht!re," replied Jack. "We'll rip off enough bark to lay a roof, Lafe, and hold it in place with some fir branches." "That's the stuff l Come on!'.' ''\Ve'll carry our rifles with us," said Jae!<. ''I'll take no needless chances." Once more the boys clambered up the ledge, where they stood their weapons against a co1wenient tree while at work. When out of the lee both saw that it was snowing harder, and that the north wind was increasing in vio lence, and they now redoubled their exertions Fortunately there were some birch-trees near-by, from which they quickly ripped numerous broad strips of bark with their hunting-knives. These they laid over the entire length of the top of the crevice, lap ping one strip of bark over the other, anc;l covering the whole with a pile of fir branches, hurriedly cut from the nearest trees. N a number of smaller boughs of the same kind, which so grow that they may be lain quite flat and compact on the ground, were pitched over the edge of the ledge to be used for bedding in the shelter. "We'll dry these at the fire before taking them inside," said Jack, as the last was tossed to the below. "We ought to start a fire, Jack," said Lafe "We'll do it in a few minutes," nodded Jack, who then was hacking off a low pine branch from a tree near the brink. "I first want to run this branch out over the edge of the ridge, so that part of it will hang down over the entrance of our shelter. That will pre ..

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j 8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. vent any snow from blowing in upon us, even if the wind should change." "Gee, that's a good scheme, Jack!" This work, together with that previously done, had taken nearly half-an-hour, and daylight was rapidly wan mg. Taking their rifles, both boys now clambered down to the lee again, where Jack threw one of the fir branches over the dead bear and placed a couple of large rocks upon it. Lafe meantime collected a heap of dry leaves and twigs on a spot a few feet in front of the shelter, and, after several ineffectual attempts to strike a match, he finally succeeded in starting the fire. Some dry wood from under the ledge was hurriedly ness of a stormy night in the heart of a vast forest, when sky and trees and falling flakes are Jcist in _an impenetrable gloom. Yet over the gathering snow for a considerable dis tance from the lee that sheltered the blazing fire, there was cast a bright, ruddy glow, in which the dropping flakes could be seen, in which the white mantle covering the earth glistened and gleamed 'ls if studded with tiny gems; a glow that lent an atmosphere of warmth and weird beauty to the wildness of the scene. despite all dangers and privations-the glow of this solitary camp-fire in the heart of the Canadian wilderness. CHAPTER III. added, and soon the crackling flames were soaring upUNWELCOME VISITORS. ward. "Gee! but this does taste good," declared Lafe, with Next both boys gathered from close under the lee a re s ounding smack of his chops. "I never ate any all of the dry logs and wood of any size that they could thing that tasted better. And it's dead snug and com which was hurriedly placed just within the enfortable in here, all right, Jack." trance of the shelter, until they had a pile breast high Lafe was seated cross-legged, Turk fashion, on a against one of the vvalls. pile of dry, sweet-scented fir branches at one side of "That will last us till morning, all right," cried the shelter. Jack, as both stood breathing hard after their hurried Jack Lightfoot sat in like directly oppolabors. site. The glow of perfect health was in the cheeks of Both boys had on the end of a pointed stick, in lieu both, however, and their eyes were bright with the exof a fork, a chunk of steaming hot venison, juicy and citement inspired by the novelty of their situation. dripping. Roth ignored, if the'y had not entirely forgotten, even, On two other sticks in the ground near the fire two the desperate side of it, in the courage and determinaother chunks were sizzling, for Lafe had declared tion with which they had met it. that, -having only one course at this fashionable camp "Till morning!" echoed Lafe, estimating the huge dinner, they must have plenty of it. pile of wood. "Jirniny, there's enough here to last two The boys had accomplished all that 1nortals could daY,s-" have accomplished under such circumstances, "Well, we want enough to outlast this storm," said Their shelter was almost perfect. -Jack. "Now bring in a small fir branch to lay that Not a drop of water fell from the roof, not a flake \ enison on, while I lug it in here." of snow could find its way under the drooping branches "I'm with you, Jack." that hung partly over the entrance. "There may be wolves about who might want it, The cheerful glow from the fire a few feet away out-if we left it out there too long." side lighted the interior brightly, while the heat made "Heaven help the wolf that tries to make off with outer garmee. ts absolutely uncomfortable. any of our grub," growled Lafe, with a ludicrous Both boys had removed their woolen wraps and grimace. "I could see his finish." I coats, and yet felt as warm as toast, as the saying is. It took but few minutes to bring in the several huge Away up above the north wind could be heard blowchunks of venison, which were placed in a corner ing noisily through the lofty pines, and occasionally a .formed by the pile of wood; and then the entire lot severe blast would cause the trunks to sway and creak, of fir branches, wh ich had been stood against the ledge when the sound would be transmitted even down to dry in the heat from the fire, were brough! in and through the roots just above the heads of these camp spread upon the ground. ers, awaking a weird suggestion that someb9dy from Before the last steps had been taken, however, the the upper world was trying to telegraph down to them. dusk had deepened into darkness, that intense across the ruddy glare of light beyond the lee,

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 the falling snow could be seen, the white flakes whirling dizzily at times, chasing one another earthward as if in mad frenzy, and all the while adding to the thick mantle that nature was spreading over Mother Earth. But there was neither snow, nor wind, nor cold in the shelter occupied by Lafe and Jack Lightfoot. "This does taste good, Lafe, for a fact," Jack admitted, in reply to his companion's remark. "Gee!" grunted Lafe; "that's no name for it.'.' "I believe your story." "I was as hungry as that dead bear out yonder. I s'pose he'd have made a square meal of the two of us, if we failed to get the best of him." "I think likely," smiled Jack. "We'll have a steak off him for our breakfast." "That will be a good scheme. It will give variety to our table." "Table!" cried Lafe laughing. "Gee, that's pretty good, Jack! It's all I can do to keep from dropping my chunk of grub on the floor, say nothing of a table." "Don't try to eat it while it's so hot. You've got time enough." "That's right, too. No hurry to catch a train, eh?" "Not much, Lafe. I wish was." "Humph! This is good enough for me, Jack, for a change. I'll bet we come out of it all right, even if we are snowed-up just at present." "I think I'd place my money that way," nodded Jack. "Things don't look quite as bad as when we shot that moose." "I should say not. Gee, this water is pretty fl.at, isn't it?" "It beats no water, Lafe," laughed Jack, who had melted sGme snow in a pocket drinking-cup which he had with him. "That's what it does," admitted Lafe, rising to get his second spit of venison. "Want yours, Jack?" "I think I can eat another." Lafe brought them both in, and again the boys fell to on the savory morsels. "It's snowing harder than ever outside," said he, as he reentered the shelter. "It's lucky our fire is well under the lee, or the snowflakes would put it out. They look big as milk-cans coming down out there." "There's no danger of our fire going out," said Jack with a glance at it. "It has melted all the snow within ten feet or more, and I have guarded it against any flow of water toward it. The fire will last as long as we keep putting on wood." "We may both fall asleep." "We must guard against that," replied Jack, shaking his head. "The fire is our only protection from the cold, and the approach of any wild beasts that other wise might come prowling around here." "That's right, too." "We must keep the fire going at all hazards." "We will do the same as on shipboard." "Keep a watch?" "Sure." "That's the only safe way," nodded Jack. "We can take turns at it, all right." "I will do so until after midnight, as near as I can judge," said Jack; "and you then must relieve me until morning." "That suits me," assented Lafe. "Jiminy I feel better now / I have got my stomach filled." "So do I, Lafe. Do you want to turn in?" "Not yet, Jack," exclaimed Lafe. "Gosh! I don't feel tired. Let's talk it over awhile longer. I wonder what Tom and Uncle Joe are doing, and that Indian." "Worrying their heads off," said Jack, quickly be. coming more grave. "Mebbe they are out in the storm hunting for us," suggested Lafe. Jack quickly shook his head. "No, they are not," said he "They are back in the camp, fretting their very lives out. They know that they could accomplish nothing by undertaking a search after us on such a night as this." "I guess that's right, Jack." "All they can do is to wait till the storm ends, and live in a hope that we'll be able to weather it in some way." "I reckon Tom will encourage them in that hope, don't you?" "He should, Lafe, to say the least," nodded Jack. "Tom knows of what kind of stuff we're made, and that we're not the kind to go under without a strug gle." "You bet we're not." "Yet all hands will r f eel mighty anxious till we re turn." "That they will," assented Lafe. "That suggests another thing, Jack. How the dickens are we to find our way back to the camp? Have you any idea of the direction?" "No definite Lafe," said Jack, with a rather dubious smile. "We made so many crooks and turns in coming here that I'm all at sea." "So am I, Jack, and we'll take pretty long chances of being worse I fear, if we go too far from this

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12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. by morning, a hope that was almost verified before the first gray streak of dawn appeared in the east. For rifts in the clouds were revealing stars, and soon the glory of the morning sunrise appeated through the snow-laden trees of th-e silettt forest. CHAPTER IV. CLEVER HEAb-WORK. "Jiminy crickets!" exclaimed Jack Lightfoot. "Here's the very thing we need." "What's that?" cried Lafe, starting up from the fire at which he was cooking their breakfast. It consisted of the same old single course-moose meat. Upon looking at the carcass of the bear, which the wolves had rent and torn previous night, both boys had decided that it did not look inviting, that bear steak would not be palatable under the circumstances, and so they had fallen back upon the venison safely preserved in the shelter. The sun had risen above the trees, and was shining brightly from a cloudless sky. The storm had entirely passed, and the morning was clear and cold, with the mercury well below freezing. The slight fall of rain, 'vith which the storm had ended just before the sudden drop in temperature, had settled the light snow and made a surface which now was frozen hard, amply strong enough to stand the weight of a man, and made snow-shoes entirely need less. Jack Lightfoot, when he uttered the above exclama tion, was standing with his back to the shelter, ex amining a small obj'ect that he had drawn from one corner of his vest pocket. "What is it?" cried Lafe. "The compass which Uncle Joe loaned me that first day in camp, when we boys went out for caribou," said Jack triumphantly. "The day we went to the great barren?" "Exactly," cried Jack. "Jupiter, but this is a great find!" "Didn't you remember having it?" "Certainly not. I found it only by chance, way down in one corner of my pocket. Now, Lafe, old man, I think I can see my way back to camp." "By doing a little land navigation?" "Precisely." "Let's figure it out--" "No, no, breakfast first, Lafe," interrupted Jack, slipping the therished compass hack into his pocket. "We'll first have soh1ething to eat and then do the figuring on a full stomach." "Full of snow-water and moose meat," roa-red Lafe, laughing loudly. "Howling mackerels! but isn't that a layout?" "It beats going hungry, Lafe, by a margin," cried Jack, joinitlgin the laugh. "That's right." Naturally enough the favorable change in the weather was not without effect Upon them. The sight of the sun and clear sky, the smell of the crisp, in vigorating air, the discovery of a frozen crust on the deep snow, which would make rapid walking compara tively easy-all combined to inspire the boys with re newed hopes of a speedy end of their isolation and privations. In half-an-hour breakfast was prepared and eaten, and Jack then proceeded to figure out the best course to take in order to reach the camp. "We can get at it at once, Lafe, there being no dishes to wash," said he, laughing. "We'd better save this spit, however, in case we re turn," grinned Lafe. "I am in hopes we shall not be obliged ta return," said Jack. "Gee, I shall feel kind of bad at leaving this shelter, for all that." "Let me have one of them," said Jack. "I cart use it for a pencil." "Pencil ?" "To mark out the course we shall take." With a piece of wood Jack had been clearing a small plot of level ground, left bare of snow by the heat from the fire. "Is that space to serve j:l.s a blackboard?" chuckled Lafe, now watching his movements. "It will answer the purpose." "Sure thing it will, Jack. Going to draw a map, eh?" "I merely am noting the relative position, as nearly as I can judge, of certain things which may aid us to find the camp." Jack had placed the compass on the small plot of ground, nearly at his feet, and had taken a pasition directly south of the needle pointing straight away from him toward the north. "We know in a general way that we are far north of the camp, Lafe, by the course we took when leaving it day before yesterday," said Jack. "So I'll place the compass here for a starting poiht."

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Letting it represent the camp, eh?" "Exactly," nodded Jack. "When we left the camp that afternoon we traveled nearly northwest through the forest, to the point where we met Musgrave returning from his search after moose tracks." "That's right, J atk," assented Lafe, drawing nearer and crouching down to watch his companion's move ments. "I remember it disti11ctly, Jack. -Uncle Joe remarked that the guide's trail Jed nearly northwest." "So far so good, then," said Jack. "Now another point. vVe must have traveled all of three miles be fore we met Musgrave returning. So I will put this pebble here, three inches to the northwest of the cbm pass." "I see tlte point," nodded Lafe. "You are placing it on a scale df an inch to a mile." "Precisely." "Go on, Jack." "After meeting Musgrave," proceeded Jack, "our course changed to one nearly due north." "Are you sure a.bout that?'" "Fairly so. I re.tti'el:tlber of looking back and noticing that we had left our trail at an artgle, and I now am comparatively stfre of the direction we took." "Call it due north, anyway," said Lafe, with cha:acteristic indifference. "I wish to be as accurate as possible; Llf e, for there is a good deal depending on it," Jack rejoined with a head-shake. "That's right, toil. Let her go." "vVhile following the moose tracks with Musgrave," continued Jack, "I figure we covered at least four miles. So I will place this twig four inches due north of the pebble." "The twig stands fdr Musgrave, eh?" "It stands for the place at which we parted frort1 Musgrave and the dthers, when we undertook to skirt the valley and rejoin them at the pine-covered hill which Musgrave had pointed out." "I see," nodded Lafe. "They then bore off to the northwest, Lafe, while you and I took a northeast direction." "That's right, Jack. There can be no doubt about that." "\Ve strayed a long distance from the proper cour se, hO\Yever, though in a gei1eral way our direction w:tS nearly north, or a little east of north, up to the point where we killed the first moose." "True." "And we must have walked about three miles." "As far as that, Jack, surely." "We will call it three miles, Lafe, and stick this spit in the ground for a marker three inches nt:Jrth of the twig." "Good enough!" laughed Lafe. "The moose \ve killed ought to be represented by a spit, some of the last moose was cooked on one." Jack laughed lightly at the joke and continued. "From that point, Lafe, we began to pursue that second moose," said he. "As well as I now can jUdge from the time taken, we ran about three miles after him, and in a northeasterly direction. I may be a lit tle in error as to the last, but we will assume it to be nearly right. So this stone shall represent our present location, three inches northeast of the spit." "Gee, that's plain enough!" exclaimed Lafe, with an approving nod. "Now I will draw a line from one marker to the other," said J ack1 "and will estimate both the distance and the general direction." "Jiminy crickets! but you've got a pretty good block on your shoulders," said Lafe. "I'll bet you get it down fine." "I shall try to be as accurate as possible, Lafe, for I am going to stake all on these calculations," said Jack decidedly. "Do you mean that you are going to quit the for good, Jack, and strike out to find the camp at the lake?'' "That's exactly what I mean, Lafe." "Whether we get lost again or not, eh ?" "Exactly." "Put it there, old man," cried Lafe, thrusting out his hand. "I'm with you let come what may." "We have weathered one very bad night, Lafe," said Jack, as they heartily shook hands. "At the very worst, we should be able to weather a good one, as this promises to be. I don't think we shall have to pass more than one more night in the woods, for I believe that two days' search will enable us to fihd the camp." "I think so, too, Jack, and feel willing to take any chances that you will." "Now to compute the distance and decide upon the general direction," said Jack, resuming his study of the plan. "Let her go," nodded Lafe, while both again crouched over the plot of earth. "From the compass to the pebble is three inches; from that to the twig is four inches; from the twig to the spit is three inches, and from the spit to the stone representing our shelter is three inches." "Making a total of thitteen inches," said Lafe.

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14 ALL-SPORTS LIDRARY. "Or, in other words," added Jack, "we estimate that we traveled thirteen miles from the camp." "That's right." "Now note the general direction as indicated by the compass," Jack went on. "First northwest three miles, then nearly due north seven then northeast about three miles." "Exactly.." "That would fix this shelter of ours a little to the east of north from the camp, at a distance of about thirteen miles." "By ginger!" exclaimed Lafe, with much enthusi a s m. "I'll bet that pretty nearly hits the nail on the head." Jack Lightfoot remained more cool and considerate, however, and was resolved to make no l!ap in the clark, through overconfidence in his theory "It will come somewhere near it, Lafe," he replied, ri s ing to his feet. "And if it were perfectly accurate, our homeward course would lie in preciscly the oppo site direction, or a little west of south." "Certainly." "I am resolved to keep on the safe side, however, and shall allow for probable error in my calculations, even if we are thereby obliged to travel a greater dis tance." "What do you mean?'' inquired Lafe. "I will explain," said Jack, taking up the compass. "Vie know that the camp is located near the head of a narrow lake which lies nearly north and south." "Sure." "If we were to shape a course exactly in accord with my calculations we might go so far, either to the east or west of the lake, that we should fail to discover it. In that case we might wander as far from the camp in some other direction, as we now are in this." "That's true, Jack'." "I have a better plan, however." "What is that?'" "Instead of traveling on a line a little west of south, we will bear sufficiently far to the west to be abso lutely sure that the lake will lie to the east of us, after we have tramped fifteen miles." "Why fifteen miles?" demanded Lafe. "The dis tance was only thirteen." "I am adding two miles, Lafe, so as to be equally certain of reaching a point below the northern head of the lake," explained Jack. "Then by movin g di rectly east, we necessarily must reach the west sh o re of the lake." "Jiminy that's so. I see the point now." "Unless we plan to get below it, or south of the head of the lake, we might go north of it and miss it en tirely when we shape our course east," Jack rightly reasoned. "Sure thing. That's plain enough." "And in that case, Lafe, we should be even worse off than we now are. For not only we still should be lost, but we should then have absolutely nothing re liable on which to base further calculations." "That's true," cried Lafe heartily. "Add the two miles by all means and bear far enough west to insure being on that side of the lake after covering fifteen miles." "I will make snre of that, Lafe," said Jack confidently. 1 "How are we to tell when we have covered fifteen miles?'" "We will estimate it by setting our pace at about four miles an hour. A tran1p of four hours will then have covered the distance, and if we have done even more no harm can providing we are west of the lake. For we must strike it then by going due east from that point." "That appears to be open and shut." .'Now what do you say?'' "About what?'' "Are you willing to ad<:>pt the plan and take chances?'" "Willing!" exclaimed Lafe, with a laugh. "You bet I am, Jack, and the sooner we start the better I'll like it." "That settles it, Lafe, but we must not rush things," replied Jack. "First we must cook enough of this venison to last over to-morrow, in case our calculations are wrong and we are obliged to camp out another night." "Gee, that's so! I never thought of that." "Probably because you are not hungry immediately after breakfast," laughed Jack. "I reckon that's the reason." "So get the spits to work, Lafe, and we'll prepare the grub, such as it is," added Jack. "Then we will make ready to do the fifteen miles." "We'll do it at a canter, Jack," cried Lafe, hastening to comply. "I never felt more like it in my life, and the crust on the snow will make the going dead easy." "Particularly, Lafe, after the sun softens the sur face a lit tle." It still was early morning, the b oy s havi n g risen with the sun, and at the end of half-an-hour they had

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 15 cooked what venison they thought they might require and tied in two compact bundles for carrying. Their garments, which had been much wet in: the re cent storm, now were completely dry, and their foot wear in good condition. From the dead bear each clipped the claws for re minders of their adventure with old bruin, which were about all that remained of him worth having. Their snow-shoes were tied across their backs, as being the easiest way of carrying them; and, shortly after eight o'clock, with their trusty rifles under their arms, they were ready to start from the shelter. Both stood outside of it, and looked in for the last time. "It seems kind of bad to leave it, eh, Jack?" re marked Lafe, a bit soberly. "It has served us well, I'm jiggered if it hasn't." "That's right, Lafe, so it has," assented Jack, nod ding; then he turned abruptly away and pointed to the southwest, adding heartily: "But there's another and better camp yonder, and anxious hearts praying for our return." "Right you are!" cried Lafe, with a rihgin'g shout. "So good-by, old shelter! We're off for the better camp!" CHAPTER V. ON THE BACK TRACK. The sout.herly course taken by Jack Lightfoot and Lafe led the boys to the spot where they had slain the giant moose two evenings before. As they inferred, the wolves had dug the carcass from the snow during the previous night, and the boys were a little startled when they beheld it. All that remained of the moose was a skeleton,'liter ally stripped of the last vestige of flesh, and a pair of spreading antlers that measured four feet from tine to tine. "Gee, I wish ;ye could take those antlers with us, for the shed-roo1h at Cranford t" exclaimed Lafe, while they briefly paused to view the ravaged bones left in the blood-stained pit which the wolves ha.cl made around the carcass. "They are grand, Lafe, for a fact," admitted Jack. "It would be impossible to carry them, however, for they must weight between forty and fifty pounds." "All of that, Jack." "There are others as splendid as those, however, and I'll wager that we do not return to Cranford empty handed,'' "Not if we know it, eh r' "Not by a long chalk,1 declared Jack confidently. "Come on! There are fifteen miles to be cevered be fore noon." At the rise of the opposite hill, however, Jack pause'd again, and took out his tompass, now retaining it in his hand for frequent consultati ons. Watch ing the needle till it settled motionless, pointing due horth, Jack a course southwest by south, and stretched out his arm in that direction. "Yonder lies our way," said he. "Forward, then!" cried Lafe. And they plunged into the forest together. A more {>erfect time for tramping through the Canadian woods could nt:Jt have been had. Enough snow had fallen to bury the scrub and brush that ordinarily would have obstructed. their progress, yet the crust of snow was so thick and hard that there was no breaking through it, which made walk\ng both easy and enjoyable. The towering trees were draped in white, moreover, with a mantle that glisterted and gleamed in the light as if studded with a myriad of tiny diamonds, the whole presenting a picture that the eyes of but few persons are privileged to view. For upward of an hour the boys strode orl an'd on with only an occasional remark, up-hill and down, through vista and glade, all the while maintaining a uniform stride and rate of speed. Now and then Jack halted and consulted the com pass to make sure that they did not deviate from their course, and Lafe presently remarked, after nearly an hour: "It strikes me, Jack, that we are pretty near the place where we killed that first "Do you see anything of him?'' inquired Jack, laugh ing. "No, of ceocse not," blurted Lafe. "The snow would have buried him." "Or a pack of wolves eaten him," supplemented Jack. "Mebbe Uncle Joe and Musgrave found him and lugged part of him to the cabirt '1 "Not likely," said Jack, shaking his head. "They would have missed us about that time, Lafe, and have been more concerned over finding us." "Gee, they must be awfully haired up over our ab sence." "They probably think we are dead." "We'll give them a great surprise when we show bp.';

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' ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 171 "It sounds to me as if somebody was chopping wood." "A little like it." "It's off in that direction," said Lafe, pointing through a thick growth of woods to the southeast. "So it a:ppears," nodded Jack. "Let's investigate it," said Lafe bluntly. "If any body is chopping wood or cutting down a tree out yon der, we possibly could get some information as to the location of our camp." Jack thought this advice was worth following, and he readily assented. "We had better move cautiously, however," said he. "If there are any strangers up here in these wilds, it may be well for us to see them before the y see u s Then, in case we wish to avoid them we can d o so "There is something in that," nodded Lafe. "We \\ill steal quietly through these woods and try to get a look at them." The wind, which had shifted into the south after the storm, now was blowing quite fresh and the s o und of it through the lofty pines and smaller firs was suffi cient to drown the cautious steps of the b o ys over the crust of snow. For upward of a hundred yards they crept forward beneath the trees, and through the scrub, which here grew quite profuse! parting the lower branches as they mo v ed and av o iding making the slightest noise. The mysterious sound had been frequently repeated, louder and louder as they drew nearer t o it, and pre s ently there plainly reached their ears the noise o f heavy feet crunching in the snow, and the sound of fierce and labored breathing. Jack glanced at Lafe, then laid his hand on the lat ter's arm. "That's no wood-chopper ," said he, in an almost breathless whisper. "There's a big fight going on out there. It sounds to me like two moose." Lafe's eyes took on a gleam of excitement, a glow ljke that of fever. "Gee whiz!" he murmured. "Can we get a shot at them?" "\Ve will try," nodded Jack. "We are down the wind from them, and they may be too infuriated, if moose, to scent us." "Sure." "Have your rifle ready." 'vy OU bet!" "Don't fire, however, till we see what is going on." Lafe shook his head, and Jack s?f tly added: "Not a sound! We must get through this mess of brush unheard." It was the scrub and bushes that frequently are found growing thickly near the break of a woodland. Inch by inch, on their hands and knees, the b oy s crept forward until, when able to part the outer growth on the edge of the low hill which they had traver s ed, they could view the scene spread out just b e low them. Two features of it sent a wild thrill through the heart of each. That broad open space; the clump of woodland in the middle of it; the surroundi n g forest, the indentatio ns in the wooded hills and sloping land-there could be no mistaking them. And b o th Jack Lightfoot and Lafe instantly saw that they were at the upper edge o f the great barren, only a mile west of the lake and camp--the great barren on which they had killed the carib o u several days be fore, and on which T o m Lightfo o t had nearly lost his life in the treacherous bog. Despite their imm e diate rec o gnition of this scene, despite the thrill of relief occasioned by this evidence that Jack s calcu'lati o ns had proved wondrou sly ac curate, and that the lost camp n o w was as good as found, the s e feelings were as nothing to those arou s ed by another feature of the scene the lik e of which many of the oldest of moose hunters have never yet w it nessed. The sounds at first thought to have been the bl ows o f a woodman s ax, were, instead, the furious crash of meeting horns. On the level, snow-covered barren, nearly on the up per edge of it and within thirty yards of where Jack and Lafe were concealed, two huge moose were en gaged in a fierce, death-d ealing comb at. A more terrific combat could not be imagined than that put up by these monarch s of the forest. It is a well-known fact that two of the s e animals, gigantic alike in frame and fury, will fight until b oth expire under the terrific strain or of the \Yo un c l s in flicted; and not unfrequently their massiv e antle rs be come so securely interlocked that, d e s p ite the u t most efforts of the animals, they cannot be separat e d and both die in this strange, inextricable e mbrace. Both Jack and Lafe held their breath for a m ome nt, so startling was the picture. It was plainly evident that they were in no dan ge r of being scented by either animal for both were so en raged, so bent upon the other's destruc t i o n, t hat n ot h ing of an ordinary nature could divert th e ir attenti o n. Jack glanced at Lafe's whi te face, a picture of wild -

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20 ALL -SPO RTS LIBRARY. caught for a moment between the trees, and the snortihg modse tugged violently back in a mad effort to release them. In that t>ne moment the animal's doom was sealed, however. With a lightning-like bound Jack leaped back one of the trees, clapped the muzzle of his Winchester nearly the side bf the tuggirtg moose just back of his fore shoulder and began to fire. Bang! Bang! bang bang! Three shots followed in qukk succession, ahd each brought a gus h of hot bloo d The moose feil to the ground as if 'struck with a b o lt of lightning. "Dead!" shouted Jack, as I.:afe came rushing up. "Dead as a smelt!" For half-a-minute Lafe could not speak. He sat down on a stump, white and panting, and with eyes sticking out as if loath to return to their natural pla ces in his head. "Whaes the matter?" died Jack, as he whirled about with his smoking weapoh and looked at him. Lafe uttered one tremendous gasp. "Gee whiz! Howlfng mackerels!" he cried, in a way as if nothing verbal could express his feelirtgs. "I thought I'd n'evet see yon stattding on two feet again after that strirrlh1age ended." Jack indulged in a ringing laugh, a rather nervoLls laugh under the violent reaction that now followed his excitement, to tell the whole truth. "Well, I'm here, Lafe, and on both !eet,'1 h'e replied. "I'll adrrtit, however, that I now feel a little shaky." "Shaky!" echoed Lafe. "Jiminy beeswax, I don't wonder! I never saw anything like it. I tried to get where I CO\tld shoot the critter without hitting you, but I'm jiggeretl if you didn't drop him before I could do it." "Never mind, Lafe, as long as he is down and out," laughed Jack. "It was a dose call, however, there's no getting around that.'1 "Close isn't any name for it, Jack," declared Lafe, now nsmg again. "You've got a wonderfolly cool head on your shoulders. Only one person in a hundred could have done what you did. Put it there, Jack! I'm darned if I ain't proud of you." There was something so very genuine in this that Jack, instead or laughing, lightly accepted the hand that Lafe impulsively extended and wrung it warmly. "Much obliged, Lafe," said he heartily. "The 1feel ing is mutual, Dld matt, I assure yolt." vVell, mebbe so, but I don't think I'm much to b e proud of," replied Lafe, with a jolly laugh. "By gracious, Jack, I can't help thinking of the lot of clever work you have done to-day. I don t know what you couldn't accdmplish if you were only driven 1.o it, a s this getting snowed-up has driven you." "Clever work, Lafe," echoed Jack. "What do y o u mean?" "Jiminy crickets! don't you know where we are at?" cried Lafe gleefully. "Don't you recognize that scene out yonder?" "Oh, yes, the great barren!" exclaimed Jack. "I novv see what you mean, Lafe." "We have hit within a rr.ile of the lake camp." "That's right, old man." "And all through your clever calculati o ns, Jack d e clared Lafe. "Gee whiz, I'll never go contrary to your judgment again as long as I travel with you." Jack Lightfoot laughed and now turned to have a look at the dead moose, which both boys proceeded to examine. "He's a splendid specimen," said Jack. "\Vhat a magnificent head a.11d antlers those go home to Cranford with me, Lafe, if I have to carry them irt my arms all the way." "And the head of that other goes with me; JacJ," said Lafe. "Jiminy crickets! won t the eyes of the Cranford people stick out when they see 'em and hear our story." "They'll probably say it's a fish-story," laughed Jack. "Let 'em!" growled Lafe. "We know the truth, and that's good enough for us." "Right you are, Lafe. "He's a beautyi and no mistake." "Now the best thing for us to do, since we must leave them and head for the camp, is to cover both carcasses with some branches till we can bring Uncle Joe and Musgrave to assist in moving them to the tab in." "That's right, too." "There may be wolves about, and, while the moose might not be discovered until night, we'd better be on the safe side," added Jack. "We'll cover them with enough heavy branches to protect them, and try to get therrt to the camp before dark." "That's the stuff, Jack." B o th boys now set about it, and in half-an-h our the:' r had both carcasses sufficiently covered for temporar y protection. That done, they shouldered their rifles and started across the barren.

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23 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Dry up, Lafe." commanded Jack bluntly. "I wish to hear Tom's story. \Vhat next occurred, Tom?" "Musgrave said it would be useless to pursue the two moose, so we hastened to the hill at which you and Lafe were to rejoin us.'' "'vVe went astray in some way." "So we inferred," nodded Tom. "That, of course, made us very anxious." "Naturally." "Musgrave said at once that we could find you only in one way, by going back to the place where we parted and there take up your trail." "Certainly." "So we took the back track, Jack, and finally hit your trail," continued Tom. "You must have gone awfully astray, for we followed your tracks for nearly three miles out of the right course, and then we came upon the moose which you killed." "Humph! you'd have come upon another, Tom, if you had kept on trailing us," grunted Lafe. "Did Uncle Joe think that we killed it?" asked Jack. "Oh, yes, we had no doubt of that, for the snow-shoe tracks made that obvious." "I see." "Not finding you, however, we were a little mystified at first," Tom went on. "Then Musgrave fol lowed your trail to where the second moose was wounded-" "I did that," put in Lafe, with a grin. "And then, knowing that you two must have started to trail the wounded moose, we realized the danger you were in," said Tom. "It was growing dark and beginning to snow rapidly, which quickly covered the trail, though Musgrave followed it for half-a-mile or more." "And then he lost it, eh?" "It was entirely obliterated," nodded Tom. "'vV e ha.cl no way of telling how far you had gone or in what direction, and we had to leave you to shift for yourselves." "Humph! that was dead easy," muttered Lafe. "We then took the back track and started for the ..:amp,'1 continued Tom. "Then, heavens, ho\v it came on to snow and blow I thought we all should go under. It was nearly midnight when we reached the cabin, we were compelled to give you two up for lost." "Oh, you can't lose us," laughed Lafe. "Vve're not the losing kind. We are winhers from the scratch, Tom. You ought to have known that." "So I should, Lafe, under ordinary circumstances," protested Tom, with a significant shake of his head. "I should hope so." "But this was no common case, boys. It was more than a hunt through Hickman's Swamp, or a dash over Cranford hills. It was a matter of life or death, Lafe, so who could help feeling anxious." "None of you, surely," admitted Jack. "I told Lafe that you would all be greatly worried about us." "Bosh! there wasn't any occasion for worry about us," growled Lafe, who could not resist displaying a little egotism no\Y that he was well out of the scrape. "You always may let Jack and me alone to look out for ourselves. It's a mighty cold day when we two get left." "I begin to think that's true," laughed Tom. "Surely it's true, old man." "But you haven't told me what befell you, Jack. nor how you managed to pull out of the trouble," added Tom. "Come, I'm impatient to hear your side of the story." "All right, Tom," cried Jack, now pushing back from the table after a hearty meal. "The story may be told in a nutshell." "I'm all ears, Jack." "And I feel as if I was all teeth and stomach," de clared Lafe, who still was getting outside of an ama zing quantity of food. "I don't believe I ever will get filled up this time." Jack Lightfoot ignored his interruption, however, and both boys now proceeded to tell Tom about their experiences of the previous night. Tom's eyes opened pretty wide while listened to their account of trailing the wounded moose, of their finding the crevice which they had converted into a shelter from the storm, and of their discovery and kill ing of the b'lack bear. "Get out!" Tom doubtfully exclaimed, at the latter point. "You fellows did not kill the bear, did you? You don't expect me to swallow that." "Not the bear," laughed Jack. "But here are his hind da ws," cried Lafe. "You may swallow that much of him, if you like." And, while speaking, he tossed upon the table both hairy paws of the bear, which he had cut off at the first joint. Tom now was forced to believe the story, and he examined the trophies with increasing interest. "By gracious !" he declared, with a head-shake. "You fellows must have had a mighty wicked scrim mage; take it from first to last." "Oh, it wasn't half bad," grunted Lafe, with a quiz zical grin. "We knew, however, that you'd su .spect. us

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, ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. of telling a fish-story, so we decided to bring home a few ocular evidences in support of our statements." "So I see," laughed Tom good-naturedly. "I can put up any amount of your banter, Lafe, I am so rejoiced over your safe returrt." "HumJ:>h l you ought to have expe'Cted ho less." "Go on, Jack." Jack Lightfoot then continued, telling Tom in what way they had provided against the storm, also about their encounter with the wolves, as wdl as of the caltulations by which they had aimed to reach the camp: and then of their arrival at the gteat barren, of the fight between the two moose, and of the stirring adventure that had followed. Tom Lightfoot \Vas prepared to swallow .almost a11y thing by the time that Jack had finished ; and the latter no sooner had done so than he glanced sharply at the cabin dock and abruptly added : "It's only three o'clock, Lafe. What titne was it, Tom, when Un'Cle Joe and Musgrave set out in search of us?'' "Time!" echoed Toni expressivdy. "They have been gone since daybreak, Jack." "Did they say at what time they would return?" ''No, i\Kleed,1i declared Tom. "Uncle Joe said they would not quit searching till they found you, and that I must not look for them at any specified time." "Humph! they may not retttrn before to-morrow, in that case." "\,Yell, suppose they don't," growled Lafe, not yet seeing what Jack had iii mind. "I reckon we can go it alone here in the cabin, all right, Jack, since we could weather last night' s rncket in a split in the side of a hill." "I'm not thinking of that, Lafe." 'vVhat have you got on y our mind, then?" "Those two mo ose, Lafe," expb.ined Jack. don't fancy letting them remain overnight where we left them. I hoj:>ed to have brought them into the camp before dark. If wolves should get at them, there would be only tqe bones left in the morning." "Gee, that's right, too," admitted Lafe. "We ,\,ant those heads to take to added Jack, with a glance at Tom. "Tlrey will look great when mounted. Yet if we leave the mo ose till morning and the wolves get at them--" "Oh, I say!" interrupted Lafe. "What's the matter with going after them, Jack?'' "Nonsense!" cried Tom. "We shall need the help of Uncle Joe and Musgrave, if we're to bring the ani mals into camp." "I'm not so sure of that,'' said Jack. "You don't think we can lug in two big moose, do you?" demanded Tom derisively. "Not lug them in, Totn," replied J arck, rising. "But you forget the sledge out in the back shed. We might drag them here on that." Despite that they already had upward of twenty miles that day) the fear of iosing the moose heads, together with the feasibility of the proje ct Jack had suggested, acted as spurs to further labors. "Gee, that's tlte very: thing!" cried Lafe, jumping up with much enthusiasm. "Of course we can drag them here. The sledge wiU make it dead easy." "Not quite that, Lafe, yet I think we can accom plish it by bringing one at a time, and land both of them here before dark" "Sure we can," "The snow-crust is strong enough to support the sledge, and that will make the going comparatively easy," said Jack confidently. "By hitching a rope to each side of the sledge, all three of us can have a hand in dragging it, and possibly we can do the whole job with only one trip." "Let's get a move on," cried Lafe impatiently. "I'm good for half-a-dozen trips, if necessary." "What do you say, Tom?" "I'm game for it, Jack,'' was the prompt rejoinder. "It'll serve to wake me up and take the kinks out of rne." "Come on, then," said Jack, hurriedly resuming his outer garments. '"We'll have the whole job done be fore dark." CHAPTER VIII. AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUN'TER. The sledge mentioned by Jack Lightfoot was one made and usually kept at the cabin by Mr. Denton, for just such uses as that to which 'the boys were now about to put it. It was low and broad, making it easily laden, while a pair of s'moo'th, wide runners in sured it against cutting deeply into 'the frozen snow. Jack led the way out to a rough, open shed at the back of the camp, in which the sl"edge and a few other outdoor articles were kept, only to find that the trance was blocked with snow to the depth ot 'S'ever'al feet. "Bring out a couple of shovels, Lafe;'' he cried. "Everything is snowed-up, but we'll ot't the sledge in no time." Nearly half-an-hour was required, however, before the sledge could be hauied out and drawn to the frozen

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24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. surface of the' snow at one side. Yet it was both strong and light, and from that time the work was comparatively easy. In addition to the double line in front, which was long enough for Jack to pass over his shoulders and under his arms, thus giving greater hauling power, he also attached a stout rope to an iron ring in each side of the sledge, thus enabling all three to do the work when necessary. "It's only half-past three, and there still are two hours before dark," declared Lafe, when all was pre pared for the start. "We can make two trips in that time, if necessary," said Jack. "Hadn't we better leave a note for Uncle Joe, in case he and Musgrave return?" asked Tom. "There's no need of that," cried Lafe impatiently "They have eyes, and would see what we have been doing. Let Musgrave alone to trail us, if they arrive before dark." "That's right, too, Lafe," admitted Tom. "It didn't occur to me." "You're not up in woodcraft," grinned Lafe. "We had better take our rifles, hadn't we, Jack?" "By all means," nodded the latter. "There's no knowing what may happen." A half-minute later the boys got under way, dragging the light sledge after them, and headed for the great barren. The trip was made more quickly than any had ex pected, however, for at the brovy of the first long hill, of which there were several during the journey, Lafe was hit with a good idea. "Gee! what's the matter with coasting down this hill?" he demanded. "It'H save lots of time, aside frolli the sport in it." \ "There are too many trees, aren't there?" demanded Tom. "We may run into one of them and smash the sledge." "Bosh! you're too cautious," cried Lafe. "I can guide the sledge all right. Pile aboard here, and we'll try it." Jack Lightfoot offered no objection, and quickly seated himself with Tom at the forward part of the low sledge. Lafe took the entire rear, however, using one leg and the toe of his boot with which to guide the craft, and he proved himself as good as his word. Though he narrowly skinned several of the trees when the speed increased, the light sledge fairly flew over the hard crust before the base of the hill \.vas reached, and the carried it a hundred yards up the next long incline. "Jiminy crickets! that beats walking," Lafe glee fully cried, as he sprang up and wiped from his eyes the tears brought there by the wind. "It does so," laughed Tom. "I never had a better coast," added Lafe. "I'm al most tempted to go back and try it again." "That would be hardly worth while," said Jack. "There are other hills to be descended before we reach the barren, so we had better wait for them. Get onto your job, an d we'll forge ahead." As Jack had intimated, several similar coasts were enjoyed during the trip, and only a quarter-hour was consumed in reaching the barren. Upon gaining the brow of the hill which overlooked the lower sweep of the level land, the boys met with an unexpected discovery, not one at all to their liking. "Gee whiz! there are two men at our moose, Jack," excitedly muttered Lafe, who was the first to emerge from the woods and discover them. "Get out !" "Sure there are!" "They must be Uncle Joe and Musgrave, then, or--" Jack caught back what he was about to remark, for he now saw that both men were strangers. They were down on the barren something like a hun dred yards away, and they not only had removed from the moose the branches with which Jack and Lafe had covered it, but one of them already was engaged in cutting open the animal, preparatory to making off with the most desirable portions of it. Both men carried rifles, moreover, and evidently were hunters. "They look like half-breeds," muttered Jack, after watching them for a moment. "One of 'em is cutting into that moose of mine," snarled Lafe, under his breath. "So I see." "Jiminy crickets! I'll not stand for that. I'm going down there and--" "Stop a moment," cautioned Jack, who knew that Lafe's impulsive temper might get all hands into trouble that best would be avoided. "What's that? I'm not going to stand here and let that fellow cut up my--" "I don't want you to stand here," Jack quietly inter rupted. "I only want you to let me do the talking with them, Lafe, after we get clown there. You're so hot headed that you may get us all into a needless fight." "Bosh! I'm going to have that moose, Jack, or there'll be a fight all right."

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "You let me do the talking," insisted Jack. "What are you doing now?" Jack pad drawn the sledge to the brow of the hill, and now was motioning Tom to get aboard. "We'll coast down there," said he bluntly. "They have not discovered us yet, and we can land almost on top of them before they see us." "Have your gun ready. then," gro'vvled Lafe, as he complied. "I'll steer this thing, and it's odds I take a leg off of one of tho5e robbers." "Don't you look for trouble so quickly," protested Jack, as he seated himself on the sledge. "I'm going to have that moose, trouble or no trou ble," snarled Lafe As he spoke he pushed the sledge from the brow of the hill and headed her for the two men. The sledge sped downward as if shot from a gun, and then out over the level crust of the barren. The distance, a short hundred yards, was covered in a very few seconds, and Lafe shot the sledge in among the branches which the men had tossed to one side of the prostrate moose. To say that they were startled by the unexpected appearance of the boys, who had arrived as if by fast express, is to put it mildly One of them, a lank, bearded fellow of fifty, ut tered a yell of surprise; while the man engaged in rip ping open the moose leaped up as if electrified, an
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Grab their guns, Tom!" roared Lafe excitedly. "Once we have them disarmed, they can do nothing. We'll teach you duffers to put up a bluff against us." Tom had seen the wisdom of Lafe's suggestion, and, with a dive in each direction, he quickly had both guns, before either of the half-breeds could make a move to recover them "Now we have 'em," cried Lafe, flushed red with anger. "Stand up, you fellows, the both of you, or I'll blow your rascally heads off. Get up, I say, or I'll--" "You keep quiet, Lafe, and be careful with that riflf'," Jack Lightfoot now interrupted. "We want no bloodshed here, if it can be avoided." He spoke quite sternly now, for he was not sure to what extreme Lafe's anger might carry him. "Careful be jiggered," snarled Lafe resentfully. "Was that cur careful when he attempted to shoot me?" And he fiercely brandished his rifle at the half-breed me11tioned, both of whom had now risen to their feet, only to stand scowling and helpless some yards away. "Two wrongs do not make a right," Jack firmly an swered. "If these .'men think we do not mean busi "Darn 'em! they'.11 find we mean business!" "That all right," the half-breed now ventured to cry. "You tree boy take moose--" "You can bet your boots we'll take him!" "OJ11y give us the gi,,ms and we no trouble you any more." "Not by a long chalk!" cried Lafe. Jack also shook his head. "You can't have your weapons at present," he de clared, addressing the two men. "How are we to know that you'll not attack us again, and possibly kill one of us, as your companion just attempted to do?" "No, no, he no mean to do that," protested the half breed, with an earnestness that now appeared genuine. "He no understand. We trouble you no more if you tree boy take moose and give back our guns." Jack hesitated for a moment, the fellow now appeared so humble, and Tom hastened to cry: "I'll tell what we might do, Jack." "What's that?" "Unload the weapons and make the rascals give up all of their ammunition," said Tom. ''They then can do us no harm." "That's not so bad," said Jack, ''Yet I don't quite fancy--" Before he could conclude, however, there came an i;1t0rruption which completely settled the matter and made ftirther percautions needless. A ringing shout fell upon the ears of all, the cry of a stentorian voice familiar to each of the boys, and they turned and beheld two men emerging from the nearest woods and hurrying down to the barren. They were Uncle Joe Denton and the Indian guide, Musgrave. CHAPTER IX. CONCLUSION. The Cranford boys needed no further assurance that the episode with the half-breeds was as good as ended. Though all three returned the welcome shout. before either could find words with which to greet him, Mr. Denton came plunging into their midst, to seize both Jack and Lafe by the hand which he shook as if bent upon wrenching their arms from the sockets. "You good-for-nothing rascals!" he cried, with a mingling of emotion and admiration that gave his epithet the lie. "So you're here alive and well, are you? I've found you, have I? By all that's wonderful, I could hardly hope for such good fortune. You two boys have given me the greatest fright of my life." "Are you trying to get even with us by crushing my fingers?" cried Lafe, with a laugh and grimace. "Gee, but you've got an awful grip!" "That's because I'm so overjoyed to see you both," dedared Mr. Denton, with much feeling. "I've been so anxious-but we'll talk of that later. Who are these fellows, Jack? Not friends, I should say, if one were to judge by their looks." He had broken off so abruptly, turning frowningly upon the half-breeds standing near-by, that Jack saw that he wished first of all to be rid of the two men, before indulging in further words of greeting and ex planation. "No, not friends, Uncle Joe," replied Jack. "\\That has occurred here may be told in a nutshell." Mr. Denton frowned darkly while he listened to Jack's disclosures, which no sooner were concluded than he turned to the guide and demanded : "Do you know either of these scamps, Musgrave?" The Indian glared darkly at them for a moment and shook his head. "No ever see 'em, Joe," he replied grimly, '"But me know them next time." "Yes, so shall I," cried Denton pointedly. Then he strode up to the two men and s ;10ok his fist under the nose of each, crying harshly: "By rights, you dogs, I ought to thrash you both within an inch of your lives. But you are not worth the trouble. Give them their guns, Tom." Tom Lightfoot hastened to obey. "Now get, you rascals," cried Mr. Denton. "If you're not under cover of the woods before I count ten, I'll send an ounce of lead after you." The two men needed no second bidding. Before five could have been counted, both of the rascals were legging it for dear life toward the nearest woods, into the depths of which they quickly vanished, glad enough to have escaped so easily. Congratulations were then resumed, and, while prep arations were being made for removing both moose to the camp, this being easily done with the help of the two men, Jack briefly informed Mr. Denton what had transpired since their parting the previous day. "But what puzzles me, Uncle Joe, is ho1y

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 27 chanced to find us here, for you certainly arrived at a bully good moment," said Jack, in conclusion. "It was less due to chance than to Musgrave," laughed Mr. Denton, in whom most of Jack's dis closures had appeared to occasion no great surprise. "How was that, sir?" "We have been on your trail for several hours, Jack." "On our trail, Uncle Joe(" "Exactly," said Mr. Denton, proceeding to explain. "\Vhen Musgrave and I set out in search of you this morning, we first struck for the place where you began to trail the moose which you wounded yesterday afternoon." "Just before the storm came on," nodded Jack. "Both the storm and the darkness, Jack," said his uncle. "By daylight, however, Musgrave's woodcraft enabled him to track the moose where you killed him. A broken twig here and there, or a tree trunk marked by the animal's antlers as he tore through the woods, were all that Musgrave required. Just before noon we discovered all that the wolves had left of the moose, and soon after we found the shelter in which you and Lafe had passed the night." "Ah! I see," exclaimed Jack. "You were n ot sur prised, then, at finding us alive and kicking." Uncle Joe laughed and shook his head. "Not at all," he rejoined. "After locating your shelter, Jack, we knew that you had weathered the storm all right. There were plenty of signs indicating what you had done, and how you had passed the night." "It was a pretty good shelter, wasn't it?" asked Lafe, ho was busy helping Musgrave prepare the moose for transportation. "Capital!" said Mr. Denton heartily. "It was \\'Orthy the skill of old and experienced hunters." "It filled the bill all right," chuckled Lafe, with a wink at the Indian guide, who was nearly as pleased as Mr. Denton by the exploits of the boys. "But how did you find us here, Uncle Joe?" inquired Jack. "Have you been to the cabin since we left it?" "No, not since morning," replied his uncle. "We saw on the ground the plan which one of you had drawn, indicating the probable location of your shel ter. That told us that you had started out in search of the camp, and we easily found the trail you had left behind you." "Ah! I see," cried Jack. "Then you tracked us here." "Exactly," nodded Vncle Joe. "We were not sure that you would succeed in finding the camp, so we ha stened in pursuit of you. We had just discovered the dead moose in the woods yonder when we heard your voices down here on the barren. So we hastened down here, arriving at a very good time, as you remarked." "That makes it plain enough," cried Jack; and then he hastened to add, with some feeling: "I'm awfully sorry, Uncle Joe, that we have occasioned so much trouble and anxiety, bat--" "Nonsense!" Mr. Denton warmly interrupted "Such experiences occur to the oldest hunters, and you are in no way to blame. Even if you were, Jack, I'm so glad to find you both alive that I should not utter a word of censure." There were, indeed, good grounds for mutual sati s faction, and explanations now having been made, all hands set to work to remove both moose to the camp Darkness had fallen before the last step of that long day of labor had been taken, yet none was so weary that that hunter's camp away up in the heart of the Canadian wilderness was not a scene of heart y rejoi cing till late that night. Though the incidents and adventures they had thus far experienced did not encl this outing of Jack Lightfoot and his companions, those that followed were of a less dangerous and exciting character, and may be only mentioned in concluding. Tom Lightfoot was much averse to returning to Cranford without the same kind of a trophy tha t Jack and Lafe had secured, and five more days were spent in the camp before Tom finally succeeded in obtaining what he desired. One morning Musgrave discovered signs near an open edge of the lake, wliere water was still available, which made it evident that one or more moose were visiting the place at night. Uncle Joe then proposed jacking for them or hunt ing them at night, by means of a strong lantern kept at the camp for tha t purpose. The proposal was hailed with delight, it giving the boys a chance to try that other style of hunting, and the expedition proved as successful as could be desired. For Tom Lightfoot succeeded in dropping a moose as large as Jack had slain, and the much desired trophy was secured. Two da.ys later preparations were made for breaking camp and returning to cabin. sixteen miles below, where Mr. Denton had left his horses and team. Before leaving the camp Musgrave prepared the three splendid moose heads for transportation, and these were laden upon the sledge for removal to Henley 's, along with as much of the venison as could be carried. The trip was easily made, and. without further ad ventures, and on the following day the boys arrived safely at Mr. Denton's home, thirty miles below. Here one clay of rest was enjoyed, and on the follow ing the farewell words were spoken, regretful one s they were, which the three boys started for their homes in Cranford. Having enjoyed an outing in Florida, and the suc ceeding hunting-trip to the wonderful snow forests of Canada, Jack and his chums now come face to face with a new feature in their career, and in the next story it will be seen how they laid plans in preparation for 1he crowning event of their lives, an entrance to fair Harvard. THE END

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. HOW TO DO Ti11NG5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hints upon various athletic sports and pastimes in which our boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily understood. Instructive articles may be found in ba c k n:imbers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, a1! follows: No. 31, "How to Make a Cheap Skiff." No. 32, "Archery No. 38, "Cross-Country Running." 34, "The Game of Lacrosse." No. 35, "The Boy With a Hobby for C ollecting." No. 36, "Football, and Hnw to Play It." No. 37, "A Praotice Game." No. 38, "How to Play Football-Training." No. 39, "The Men iri the Line." No. 40, "The Men Behind." No. 41, "Signal Systems No. 42, "Team Play." No. 43, "The End of the Season." No. 44, A G ymnasium Apparatus." (I.) No. 45, "A Gymnasium Without Apparatus." (II.) No. 46, "Bag-Punching." No. 47, "Camping." No 48, "Cruising in Small Boats." No. 49, "Snow-Shoe and Skee Work." HOW TO MAKE AND USE A TOBOGGAN. "Zip! Walkee mile back!" said the Chinaman when he saw a toboggan for the first time. This apt remark of the Celestial comes pretty near to describing accurately the impressions of most people when they take their first toboggan ride. There seems to be some subtle attraction about the sport that works its magic spell over any one who has once sped swiftly over the glistening snow on our northern hillsides. There is, incleecl, something very fascinating about this form of winter sport. The longing to make a swift descent clown a steep hill, when they know that they are reasonably free from clanger, cannot be resisted by the most timid when once they have been initiated, as it were. Even women and young children, whom it is difficult to persuade to take a seat on a to boggan for the first time, find intense enjoyment in the sport after their fears have worn off and they discover how really delightful it is. When the course begins at a high point, and the grade is pitched at a considerable angle, the toboggan flies over the ground with great swiftness, the snow being dashed up like spray at the prow of a vessel several feet in the air. Sometimes there is a spill, but it is not dangerous, as in bob-sledding and adds to the zest of the sport. Every one should be dressed for the occasion in heavy garments, with a thick comforter around his neck and leggings on his legs, so that the snow cannot get inside and wet the skin. The long walk ba<;k to the starting-point gives one sufficient exer cise to keep the blood in proper circulation, so that there is little danger of catching cold. The home of tobogganing on this continent is, 0 course, in Canada, and a few of the States along the bor der-line. The Canadians have regular clubs devoted solely to this sport. It is a passion with them, as golf is with Scotchmen. The little boys in Quebec have a primitive kind of t o boggan, which they use to ride down the steep hills of their native city. It is made out of a barrel stave, vvhich has a piece of wood about two inches square and e ighteen inches high fastened securely in the middle. On the top of this is nailed a crosspiece for a seat, upon which the happy youngster sits as he sails down-hill, the queer-looking contrivance with his toe. Any boy who has a barrel stave, two pieces of wood, and a few nails, can make a toboggan like this. The North American Indians first used toboggans for hauling heavy loads over the snow. So, you see, they were originally designed for a practical purpose, like snow-shoes, which we told you about last week, and have now been taken up by civilized persons as a recreation. The Indian toboggan was made of basswood or birch. Thin strips were used in it3 construction, being held in place by crosspic-::es about an inch high lashe d securely with thongs of deer or moose hide. Frequently strong gut was made to answer the purpose. The toboggan cur/ed up at the end s the fr ont ha v ing a kind of roll. The body of the affair m e asured about twelve feet in length in some instances, while man y of them were as short as four or five feet. Sixteen o r eighteen inches was the width. The Indian would put ail his w o rldly possessions on his toboggan and journey to another locality, with so little concern that house-moving appeared to have no terrors for him. To the boy who likes to make things, and tak e s a pride in the productions of his own handicraft, the toboggan presents opportunities for the exercise of his skill. Take two pieces of pine boards a quarter of an inch thick and ten or twelve feet long, and join them with round cross sticks, as you see in the illustration. Use thongs of raw hide to bind them to the body of the toboggan, for nails and screws do not hold as well. A HOME-MAPE TOBOGGAN. Have the thongs pass through holes in the bottom boards and around the sticks. At the same time, make grooves, so that the pieces of hide will not protrude from the bottom. This should have a clean level surface. The knots made from the thongs would n o t only impede the progress of the toboggan, but would soon wear out, whereupon your handiwork would fall apart like the fa mous one-horse shay. Two side boards are lashed on top 0 the cross sticks. Then the ends at the front are turned up and held in place with thongs. There is your complete toboggan ready for use. Take it out on the nearest hill and try it to see how it works. If the di rections have been faithfully followed ; there will be no difficulty in handling it. You will have as much ment as if it were one bought from a manufacturer, and will find that it is fully as serviceable. In following the directions just given you, you will have the satisfaction of knowing that when your toboggan is finished, and looks like the one in the illustration, it will be just like those made by the Indians in Canada. In tying the thongs, it is perhaps well to remember that the "hammock hitch" is the best form of knot to use. A "II'AMM;OCK HITCH" KNOT. It permits the thongs to be drawn tight, and will hold the various parts of the toboggan in their proper places. vV e (Continued on page 30.)

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A CHAT WITH YOU Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around the camp fire, and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young readers who care to gather there, answering such letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various healthy sports, both indoor and out. We should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publication. It is the editor's desire to make this department one that will be eagerly read from week to week by every admirer of the ] ack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of valuable assist ance in building up manly, healthy Sons of America. All letters received will be answered immediately, but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of the date of issue, Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience. THE EDITOR. I have just finished reading No. 39 of your ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. I think the stories are good. I have read all the issues to the present date, and they are second only to the famous Tib Top Weekly. I buy these two books each week, and think they are the oniy good five-cent stories for boys to read. I like the baseball and football stories best, because I play these two games most. I would like to ask a few questions. I weigh g8 pounds, am S feet 3 inches tall, and 13 years old. 1. .How much should I weigh in proportion to my height? 2. How can I inerease in weight? Every time I bend my right knee it cracks. I do not know what is the cause of its cracking. 3. How do you think I could stop this crackin&? Hoping to see this in print, I give three cheers for the Winner Library Company and Maurice Stevens, and remain, H. N. G. St. Paul, Minn. 1. You should weigh about one hundred and sixteen pounds. 2. It is not a difficult thing to be able to increase your weight if you observe a few simple rules. Use no stimulants, not even tea or coffee; keep regular hours, and get eight hours' sleep; take exercise every day, and eat fat-producing food, like roast beef, mutton, ham, and bacon, oatmeal; vegetables, such as potatoes and beans, and plenty of graham bread, and take a sponge bath in the morning after exercising. As I have read every number of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, I thought I would write something about the boys and girls of Cranford. I think Phil Kirtland is a very nice fellow, but I think ] ack is the man for the place he fills as captain of the team. And I think Nellie is the girl for Jack. I would like to ask you a few questions in regard to the people of Cranford. Is there such a fellow as Jack Lightfoot and his friends? And also, is there such a place as Cranford? If so, in what part of the United States is it located? Good luck to Mr. Stevens. Yours truly, GEORGE ]ONES. Morgantown, W. Va. Jack Lightfoot certainly seems very much alive when we are constantly asked by our readers if he exists. If you look up Cranford on any map you will find out where the town is lo cated. I have been a reader of your delightful little weekly for some time, and I can hardly wait till it comes, which is on Friday. I like all the characters except Phil Kirtland, Brodie Strawn, and Brodie's sister Kate. ] erry ls the boy; but we hear so little of him that we foritet there is such a fellow half the time. I move we have more of him in the future. There is just one thing missing, and that is a jolly a11d funny fellow to make fun like in Tip Top. Their names arc Jack Re<1dy and Te
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, LIBit:-\RY. I have be e n a reader of ALL-SPORTS since the first numher came out, an d can say that I like it bette r than a ny other p ape r I eve r read. I keep my cop y till ni ght com e s, and t hen sit by a cozy wood-fire on the old-fashioned hearth in our house the se cool even ings In the d ayti me I feel that it is better for me to sta y outdoors after school as much as possible to get the fresh air. Then when night comes, and I have got my lessons for the next day I take out my beloved ALL-SPORTS and read till it is time for me to go to bed. It will soon be time for wint e r sports and I would like to become an expert skater. Will you kindly give me some hints as to how I can learn. to be a good ice-skater? We think of organizing a skating club in this town, an d my friends who also read your wonderful weekly told me tc ask "An Old Athlete" for some hints as to how to become i:;ood skate rs. I think that ours will be the first skating clubanyway, it is the first I ever heard of. We are going to prac tise and see if boys in nearby towns won't get interested en o ugh to organize clubs, so that we can have contests. There is no frn in doing all these things if ypu can't get other team s to pl;1y ag-ainst. As an ice-skating te a m is something of a novelty I tliink that it ought to take well in our town, and in other to wns too. I have six boys already who are anxious to start the club with me. They are James Harris, Johnny Coff e rth, Memming Jasper, Peter Smith, Patrick Hines, and myself. Be fore getting our skates for the season, I thought it better to write an d ask you for a few points, so that we would know j us t h ow to go about this. Everybody I have ask e d to see what they think about my club idea say that it ought to be a good one. WILLIAM BLAKESHAW. Cincinnati, Ohio. There is no reason why you could not organize an ice-skating team such as you mention. Five or six boys could have a great deal of fun during the winter days, when the ice is thick and the cool, inv ig-orating air calls for bri s k exer c i se Each member should first practise the simple movements by himself until he has mastered them. Of course the best skater will be elected as the captain of the team. Then the captain of the team should gather the boys together, and all the members practise under his direc tion The attainment of a reasonably high rate of speed should be the first thing to try for. Mark off a starting-point at one end of the pond, or river, where the members of the club meet, and begin with short distances-for instance, a quarter of a mile. The first day's prac tise might consist in skating over a course of this length. Some of the boys doubtless would find that they were quite tired when evening came, after putting in an hour or two in such a tJ1anner, but in a few days their muscles would become suf ficiently hardened to enable them to skate much greater dis tances without being exhausted. It is surprising how soon the soreness of the first day's skating wears off when one enters into the spirit of the exercise and becomes an enthusiast. You will find that you are able to go a number of miles without getting fagged out. After the team gets so that its members can skate three or four miles and keep up a pretty good speed, the captain should pick out the two best skaters and have them train to meet the cra cks from teams in other towns. If several teams in nearby towns or cities like this were organized, and had tournaments at frequent intervals during the season, it would arouse consid e rable interest, not only among the members, but among the peo ple living in the places where these teams met. A number of good skaters would undoubtedly be developed by these contests Anyway, every one engaged in the practise would at least fird the exercise good It is necessary for you to remember that during these cold, blustering days it is an easy thing for you to catch cold if not properly clothed. Heavy woolen underclothing slt'ould be worn instead of some of the lighter fabrics so often used during cold weather. An extra thick stocking should take the place of those of moderate weight; as a matter of fact, two pairs of stockings would not come amiss. Over a heavy winter suit wear an overcoat as short as possible One th a t comes only to the hips is the Qest, so that there is free ac tion for the legs The kind that looks like an old fashioned pea-jacket wm give more satisfaction than anything we know of in the way of overcoats, because it admits of abso lutely free movement on the part of the skater, at the same time keeping him as warm as garments having a different kind of cut. Some skaters prefer sweaters and knickerbockers. Wear double-soled shoes. As I have not seen a letter from Ironton to the ALL-SPous, I thought I would write one. The ALL-SPORTS is a fine weekly Jack Lightfo o t is a good all-around athlete. Wilso n Crane thought would make a fine president, but he found out tha t Jack had a few friends. Three cheers for Lafe Lampton, flte boy who is always hungry. Tom Lightfoot is a fine runner, but Jack be a ts them all. Three cheers for Jubal, Bob, Brodie, Phil a nd all the rest. Hoping to see this in print, I remain, sin cerely yours, JOHN STEELE. Ironton, Ohio. It was very kind of you, John, to remember us in this way. V./e should like to receive more letters from your town. ( "lfo w to do Thlngs")-Continuedfrom page 28. have included a design of one in the illustration, so you can see how easily they are tied. An important thing to observe in tobogganing is the kind of hill you select for your coast. In cities where it is very popular there are regular toboggan-slides made of heavy timber, which are kept in proper condition b y attendants for those indulging in the game of "Zip Walkee a mile back." But people who are not within reach of such luxurious appliances have to depend upon nature's gifts in the way of a steep hill free from dangerous obstructions. This means that you will be obliged to do a little hunting in your neighborhood to find the ideal spot. Choose a hill whose summit is quite high, with a long, gentle slope near the base. You want to get as much momentum at the start as possible, so that the carrying powers of the toboggan will not be hampered in any way. Of course the best hill you find for yout purpose will have more or less hillocks and hollows on its slope. But if they are small it will not be hard work to fill out the hillside with snow and give it a smooth and even surface. Three or four energetic boys could do this after school. The time spent in this way would be amply repaid by the increased pleasure you would derive from the wonderful speed given to the toboggan. The snow should be packed hard, not only in the hol lows, but all along the slide, from top to bottom. If it looks like a cold night, and will probably freeze, it would not be a bad idea to pour a few buckets of water over the snow, so that there will be a hard coating of frozen snow the next morning. With a slide like this to to boggan on you will fly over the ground so swiftly that it will take your breath away. But speed like this is the real joy of tobogganing; its chi<';f charm lies in the ability to go over the ground so fast that it seems as if one were never going to stop, but sail on to the end of the earth and be launched into space. Two or more generally ride on a toboggan, the person in the rear doing the steering with his toe as he half sits and half reclines on the end, keeping an eye ahead for danger spots Do not let the winter go by with0ut saying that you have been tobogganing!

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I STIRRINC SEA TALES ,.......;..:. __ ___ UL J y of the adventures of the gallant American hero, Paul Jones, in the battles he had with the British menrro' war during the Revolution. The history of his brave deeds forms some of the most interesting and brilliant pages in American history, and the stories which appear in Jones Weekly" are so fascinating and full of the spirit of patriotism that no real boy can resist the tempta tion to read them. LIST OF TITLES I-Paul Jones' Cruise for Glory; or, The Sign of the Coiled Rattlesnake. 2-Paul Jones at Bay; or, Striking a Blow for Liberty. 3-Paul Jones' Pledge; or, The Tiger of the Atlantic. 4-Paul Jones' Bold Swoop; or, Cutting Out a British Supply $hip. 5-Paul Jones' Strategy; or, Outwitting the Fleets of Old England. 6--Paul Jones' Long Chase; or, The Last Shot in the Locker. 7-0ut with Paul J om.s; or, Giving Them a Bad Fright Along the English Coast. S-Paul Jones Afloat and Ashore; or, Stirring Adventures in London Town. 9-Paul Jones' Swamp Trail: or, Outwitting the Coast Raiders, 10-Paul Jones' Defiance; or, How the Virginia Planter Invaded "Robbers' Roost." I l 1-Pau 1 Jones' Double; or, Cruise of the Floating Feat her. 12-Adrift with.Paul Jones; or, The Last of.the Lagoon Pirates. 13-Paul Jones Against Odds; or, The Story of a Wonderful Fight. 14-Pau! Jones' Sealed Orders; or, Special Duty in the Caribbees. 15-Paul Jones Among the Redcoats; or, The Fight off Tobago. 16--Paul Jones and the Letter of Marque; or, Clipping the Tiger's Claws. 17-Paul Jones; Running Fight; or, A Blow for Freedom at Old Nass;iu. 18-Pciul Jones' Secret Foe; or, Traitors Aboard the Providence. 19-=The Cruise of the Eagle; or, by Paul Jones. 20-Paul Jones Among the Slaves; Qr, Portland's White PRICE, FIV& CEN. TS For Saleby all Newsdealers, or Sent by the Publishers Upon Receipt of Prii:e The Ylinner library Co., 165 West 15th St., New York

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ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United States." -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story is of generous length. You are looking for a big five ceuts worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. H;e has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things it has its imitations. Jack Lightfoot in Camp; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-J ack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-J ack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball. 24-Jack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-J ack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26--Jack Lightfo o t's Hard Luck; or, A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. 28-J ack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The Jiu Jitstt Trick that Failed to Work. 29--Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. Jack Lightfoot in the Box ; or, The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. 31-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Find; or, The New Man Who Covered "Short." 32-J ack Lightfoot, Archer; or, The Stran g e Secret an Arrow Revealed. 33-J ack Lightfoot's Cleverness ; or, The Boy Who Butted In. 34-Jack Lightfoot's Decision; or, That Chestnut of "Playing Against Ten Men." 35-Jack Lightfoot, Pennant-Winner; or, Wind ing up the Four Town League. 36-Jack Lightfoot's Pledge; or, Bound in Honor. 37-Jack Lightfoot's Nerve; or, A Desperc.te Mutiny at the "Gym." 38-J ack Lightfoot's Halfback; or, Playing the Giants of the League. 39--Jack Lightfoot's Gridiron Boys; or, Leading a Patched-up Team to Victory. Lightfoot's Trap Shooting; or, Up Against the Champions of the Gun Club. 41-Jack Lightfoot's Touch-down; or, A Hard Nut to Crack at Highland. 42-Jack Lightfoot's Flying Wedge; or, How Kirtland Won the Game for Cranford. 43-Jack Lightfoot's Great Kick; or, The Tackle That Did Not Work. 44-Jack Lightfoot's Duck-Blind; or, A Strange Mystery of the Swamp. 45-Jack Lightfoot's Luck; or, Glorious Days of Sport Ahead. 46--Jack Lightfoot's Triumph; or, Back from a Watery Grave. 47-Jack Lightfoot Down in Dixie; or, The Voyage of a Single-Hand Cruiser. 48Jack Lightfoot's Plans; or, Wrecked on Indian River. 49-Jack Lightfoot on Snowshoes ; or, The Chase of the Great Moose. 50-----J ack Lightfoot Snowed-Up ; or, Lost in the Trackless Canadian Wilderness. 51-Jaek Lightfoot's Enemies; or, A Fight to the Finish. 52-Jack Lightfoot at Seagirt; or, New Friends and Old Foes. 53-Jack Lightfoot' s Hazing ; or, Tricking the Tricksters. 54-Jack Li g htfoot's First or, A Battle for Blood. FIV"E : : For Sale by all Newsdetllers, or sent, postpsld, upon receipt of price by publlsben : : : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165WestFifteenthSt., NEWYORK

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THE FA VO RITE LIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY All sports that boys are interested in, are carefully dealt with in the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes. TIP TOP WEEKLY F rank a nd D i ck M e rriwell are two brothe rs whose adventures in coll e g e a nd on the athletic field are of int e nse interest to the American boy of to-day. They prove tha t a b o y does not have to be a rowdy to have exciting BUFFA LO BILL STORIES a1Q1 Buff a lo Bill is the hero of a ---"' :;_ thousand e x citing adventures rfl,,\):) : ... 1 among the Redskms. These are JI oni'h!ny {'\' :.:LL-"' oQ: ___ _. bound to interest and please you. B RA VE AND BOLD Every boy who prefers variety in his reading matter, ought to be a reader of Brave and Bold. All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of telling boys' stories. Every tale is complete in itself. DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY The demand for stirring stories of Western adventure is admir ably filled by this library. Every up-to-date boy ought to read just how law and order are estab lished and maintained on our Western plains by Diamond Dick, Bertie, and Handsome Harry. NICK CAR TER WEE KLY We know, boys, that th e re is no need of introducing to you Nicholas Carter, the greatest sleuth that ever lived. Every number containing the adven ture s of Nick Carter has a peculiar, but delightful, power of fascina tion. ROUGH R I DER WEE KLY Ted Strong was appointed deputy marshal by accident, but he resolves to use his authority and rid his ranch of some very tough bullies. He does it in such a slick way that everyone calls him "King of the Wild West" and he certainly deserves his title. Tl.D S/Rafli /IJH6 <;;. 'rll/JWSf ..ll!Mlllt BOWERY BOY LIBRARY The adventures of a poor waif whose only name is "Bowery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. No boy can read the tales of his trials without imbibing some of that re source and courage that makes the character of this homeless boy stand out so prominently. ; I ..


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