Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-05-05
ADVENTURING


THERE are many grades of ad-
l. venturer, from the Arctic explorer
plodding through uncharted SHOWS
down the line through milder forms
of sport to the Summing party tour
ing Chinatown, or the grass widow
looking for plunder. They are all ad-
venturers from various points of view.
The real adventure of the wilderness
was for a long time rather monopo-
ized by tho males, along with most
of the other diversions of life, but, as
all the world knows, this is changing
rapidly. Among the adventure stories
in this months magazines are two by
women, told in the first person, ting
ling with the joys and the hardships
of nature and the forest primeval.
Mary ]. Lobe, who bears the formida-
BILE letters f. R. G. S. after her name,
describes trip through the Canadian
Rockies in Harpers QD. Incidentally
she analyses in her first paragraph,
rather interestingly, the urge and en-
thusiasm which carry these climbers
through extreme hardshps with un-
daunted eagerness.
1t began at Winnipeg in June, why
shouldn't we go i'm and have a look at
that big mountain" Miss SpTingate and
| had asked each other. She, hardy
Englishwoman, was keen for roughing IL;
| was at home on the trail, 1t was in
evitabe that our trip should materialize
into something worth while. There's a
fine new country beyond the Smoky"
the Alpine Club mountaineers mad said.
They had gllmpsed 1t from the peaks of
the Robson country Obviously here was
a chance for personal achievement, not
merely achievement for public approba-
tion, but achievement for our own pure
delight. Here was chance to see what
on the Government maps was only a
blank white spot. Who knew. save a
solitary Indian or two, what was hidden
in the recesses of those dense forests and
forbidding ranges?
On our longest day out, we had been
on the trail ten hours and had Travelled
20 miles, we had made an ascent of 5000
feet and a descent of 1850 1t was the
only day we had stopped to make tea
and have some substantial food on the
trail. Heretofore few raisins, a little
sweet chocolate and a cracker or two had
kept us going from $50 breakfast un.
til a 2;3O D. m. camp, That night
our campground was so steep that l
rolled out OF my tent
On the home trail could scarcely drag
one foot after the other. The unVarleo
diet of unsalted caribou was palling upon
me- / was growing desperately weak.
would have given my birthright for a
pinch of salt Troubled lest darkness
overtake, | marched ahead, putting all
my strength In this final spuTt-the last
two hours back to camp from lo-day
climb. II was not enough. My water
filed boots retarded me at every step
/ fell in my tracks when We stopped to
rest Presently was stumbling and fall
ing just because my feet would not, CO.
ordinate.
our entrance into camp that night was
one of the intensest moments of my life
Safe, dry-clad and satisfied In the shelter
of the base camp, l now realized for the
first time that we had taken long chances,
but we had explored "Kitchi," the Big
Mountain.
Elk Hunting En- Famille
Another woman. Gilmore Rupert
Stewart, gives a naively feminine de-
scrlption of her experiences on a Mon
tana elk hunt. She is a Western
rancher's wife, and accompanied her
husband and a neighbours family on a
long overland trip. which she is de-
seribing in the Atlantic Monthly (O:
Such a way as We came over. Such
iolting and sliding. l had no idea a
wagon could be got across such places,
/ kept shutting my eyes trying not TO see
the terrifying places (there was no road
and opening them again TO see the beauty
spread everywhere, until Mr. Stewart
said. "It must make you nervous 10 ride
over mountain roads Don't bat your eyes