The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-12-14
Tells STORY OF DEATH Fight
Horace Jackson Relates Trying Ex.
perienee While Wandering In the
Wilds Of Northern Minnesota
speeter With scythe smirks
at Him From Bushes.


hauStiOn Overcame him and he fell upou
the snow-covered ground in surrender
to a phantom that slnirked ut him from
the busll-a phantom with u scythe,
aside from badly frozen toe, MIR.
Jackson reached home unframed phys.
icllIy and mentally from his gruelins
adventure, which caused wOodsmen
and lunbermen in the Ely neighbor.
hood to marvel ut 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 We're Mrs. T.. G. More.
whose husband had accompanied Mr..
Jackson ON the hunting trip and with
whom he resided ut 1910 Sheridan
road; Howard Jackson, Arthur jack.
son and ]. ]. Bagley.
Given Great Surprise.
If these people had expected to vel.
come home hunter conquered by the
woods and enfcebled 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 a broad grin and a
twinkle Of the eyes, IAN we got our
bull, too"
To persons who do not indulge in
sporting magazines it may he ex.
planned that the term "bull" refers to
q 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 n 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 Il fool
of himself" said Mr.. Jackson by way
of preface.
"a week ago last Thursday our
party, consisting of Mr.. More. Judge
John Schacfer 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 a lake fifteen miles dis.
tant, variOIsly known as N;lmeless
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 Sclnlefer re-
mained in camp to straighten things
out.
'TOm came upon some moose tracks
and followed them up. lie bnggcd the
animal, too, before he had gone very
far. In Il couple Of hours we decided
to still hunt, and separated for the
purpose.
"After IL short time l came upon a
place that had been occupied by Il
moose iE sleeping during the night.
Tracks leading away into the brush
We're distinctly visible, and l began 10
follow them. After time, when tho
marks failed to show any signs of
freshness, decided it was useless 20
go further and turned about, with the
intention of working back toward
camp.
His Compass Goes Awry.
81 took out my compass. 1t intli.
Gated that had got away to the north
of the trail. This didn't seem
right to me. wondered if my inStru.
mcnt 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 unfricndly
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
high-pOwered rifle. l wouldn't permit
myself to believe it Mt first. My repu-
tation as a woodsman was ut 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 high
hill and built q roaring fire. The