The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-03-11

I" has succeeded in
shooting more big game than any two
men in that section and who is cred
tied with being one of the best guides
in the country.
He began his career in the woods
when he was l2 years old. Father and
son were then on hunting trip, late
in the fall, with party Of three
Eastern sportsmen. One morning as
the weather looked very threatening,
they decided to remain in camp till 1t
cleared up, fearing that il they got in
the woods, the storm might overtake
them. But to be cooped up all day in
log hut did not suit the taste of the
hunters son, and taking up his rifle he
started out, saying he thought he'd
put in couple of hours and see il he
couldn't come across something.
This was about z o'clock in the
morning, and his father and the others
then sat down for game of pitch.
The morning passed quickly and they
soon found it was time to prepare their
midday meal. When it was ready one
of the sportsmen called the hunte
attention to the fact that his son was
not there.
"We'll eat, anyway" said the old
man. 81 guess he'll be in before long"
When the meal was eaten the coffee
pot was left on the fire, that it might
be hot for the lad when he came in. A
light snow had fallen during the night
and there was enough to see where
the youngstcr had entered the woods
which surrounded the little clearing in
which the camp was located. The
game of pitch was resumed, and the
hunter never once mentioned the boy,
appearing as if he had forgotten all
about him.
Soon darkness fell upon the little
camp. The old hunter threw big pine
knots on the fire and began to pre-
pare the evening meal.
"Tll make the tea strong enough to-
night" he said. There is nothing
like something strong and warm when
'he weather outside is like this"
When they had eaten, the guide
cleared away the dishes, and, throwing
more wood on the open fire, filed his
pipe, lit it, and sat down to enjoy a
good smoke. Nine o'clock came and
still the boy did not appear.
"He's all right; don't you worry"
growled the guide, when the sports
men suggested that they ought to
go out and look for him. Then he
rolled himself up in his blankets, took
a huge chew of tobacco, and was soon
sound asleep, his respirations sound
ing like steam escaping from ten
horse power engine.
At noon the next day the lad had
not turned up. 1t began to snow, and
during the afternoon and evening the
storm increased. The sportsmen again
wanted to go in search of the boy, but
the hunter only laughed at them, and
said the youngster was all right and
then played pitch with as much in
terest as ever.
In the evening the three city men
could stand it no longer, and, leaving
the hunter smoking inside, they went
short distance into the brush, and
discharged their rifles, thinking that
possibly the lad might be wandering
in circle near the camp. This expert
ment proved fruitless and they re-
turned to their quarters, only to be
again laughed at by the boys father,
who insisted on them playing another
game of pitch before they turned in.
The morning came of the third day,
and still no boy. His tracks had long
since been veied up in the snow, and
II he had met with any accident to find
him would be impossible. Still the
hunter said nothing, save to remark
after bit that they might as well