The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-12-28
Chicago Broker Is Unframed
After Being Lost Five Days
in Woods.
TELLS STORY OF DEATH FIGHT
Horace Jackson Relates Trying Ex.
perienee While Wandering In the
WiIds Of Northern Minnesota
Specter With scythe smirks
At Him From Bushes.

the other day little the worse from
an experience Of five days and four
nights wandering lost in the dense for.
ests Of northern Minnesota until ex.
haustiOn Overcame him and he fell upon
the snOw-cOvered ground in surrender
to phantom that smirked ut him from
the bush-a phantom with a scythe.
Aside from badly frozen toe, Mr..
Jackson reached home unframed phys:
icalfy and mentally from his grueling
adventure, which caused woodsmen
and lumbermen in the Ely neighbor.
hood to marvel at the sturdiness of
this sixty-three-year-Old Chicago bust.
ness man.
When he jumped from the train in
the Northwestern station Mr.. Jack
son was greeted by a little party Of
friends and business associates
Among them were Mrs. e. G. More
whose husband had accompanied Mr.
Jackson on the hunting trip and with
whom he resided at 1910 Sheridan
road; Howard Jackson, Arthur Jack.
son and ]. j. Bagley.
Given Great Surprise.
If these people had expected to vel.
come home hunter conquered by the
woods and enfeebled from wandering
three days without food while exposed
to winter weather they were greatly
surprised by what they did see.
Clad in sheepskin-lined hunting
coat and hunters hat and with his
feet buried snugly in Indian mecca.
sins and wooden socks, Mr.. Jackson
stepped blithely from the car almost
before the train came to a stop.
He was surrounded by his friends
who inquired almost in unison as to
his health.
"I'm here, all right" was the reply
accompanied by broad grin and a
twinkle of the eyes, IAN we got our
bull. too" IT.
To persons who do not indulge ID
sporting magazines it may be e1.
planned that the term "bull' refers ia
a male mOOse--a bull moose.
After congratulations and hand.
shakes Mr.. Jackson was bundled into
an electric and hustled to the apart.
ment he shares with Mr.. and Mrs,
More.
Tells Story Of Death Fight.
There a reporter found him later,
and here is the story as told by the
happy but apologize huntsman:
'Sit down here, young man, and I'll
tell you briefly and concisely the story
of how an old man who has had some
experience in the woods made a fool
of himself" said Mr.. Jackson by way
Of preface.
"a week ago last Thursday our
party, consisting of Mr.. More, Judge
John Schaefer Of Ely, his son. Howard,
our Finnish guide, Tom. and myself,
left Ely with all our luggage and
tramped to the little log cabin near
the banks of lake fifteen miles dis.
tant, variOusly known as Nameless
lake. Little lake, or most anything you
want to call it.
FRIDAY morning four of us decided
to See what we could round up in the
way of game, while Judge Schaefer re.
nained in camp to straighten things
out.
TOm came upon some moose tracks
and followed them up. He bagged the
animal. too, before he had gone very
far. In couple Of hours we decided
to still hunt, and separated for the
purpose.
"After short time I came upon q
place that had been occupied by a
moose iE sleeping during the night.
Trucks leading away into the brush
were distinctly visible, and began to
follow them. After time, when the
marks failed to show any signs of
freshness, decided it was useless to
go farther and turned about, with the
intention Of working back toward
camp.
His Compass Goes Awry.
II took out my compass. It indi.
Gated that had got away to the north
of the trail. This didn't seem
right to ME. I wondered If my instru.
ment had become defective. An hours
further walking failed to put me on my
bearings. A bitter cold wind began to
blow. Added to this the brush became
more dense, and walking was matter
of forcing my way through unfriendly
branches that impeded every inch of
the way before me.
"Was lost? This thought came
upon me suddenly and with terrific
force, like the unexpected bang Of q
high-powered rifle. wouldn't permit
myself to believe 1t at first. My repu.
tation as woodsman was at stake. I
sort of compromised the argument that
had arisen between conscience and
all the rest of myself, by deciding to
settle down for the night and give up
hope Of getting back to camp until
morning.
II climbed to the summit Of a high
hill and built q roaring fire. The