The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1917-01-10
Chicago Broker Is Unframed
After Being Lost Five Days
in Woods.
TELLS STORY or DEATH FIGHT
Horace Jackson Relates Trying Ex-
perlence While Wandering In the
WIds Of Northern Minnesota
speeter With scythe Smirks
at Him From Bushes.

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the other day little the worse from
an experience of FIVE days and four
nights wandering lost In the tense for
esis Of northern Minnesota until ex-
haustion overcame him and he fell upon
the snow-coyered ground IN surrender
to phantom that smirked at him from
the bush--a phantom with n scythe.
Aside from a badly frozen toe, Mr..
Jackson reached home unharmed phys
ically and mentally from his grueling
adventure, which caused woodsmen
and lumbermen In the ELY neighbor-
hood to marvel at the sturdlness Of
this sixty-three-yearol Chicago busl-
ness man.
When he jumped froin the train in
the Northwestern station Mr.. Jack
son was greeted by a little party of
friends and business associates.
Among them were Mrs. p. G. More,
whose husband had accompanied Mr..
jackson on the hunting trip and with
whom he resided az 1910 Sheridan
road; Howard Jackson, Arthur jack
SON anu j. y. DuBiey,
Given Great Surprise.
II these people had expected to well
come home hunter conquered by the
woods aud enfeebled from wandering
three days without food while exposed
to winter weather they We're greatly
surprised by what they did see.
Clad In a shecpskin-lined hunting
coat and a hunters hat and with his
feet buried snugy in Indian moeca-
sins and woolen socks. Mr. Jackson
stepped blithely from the ear almost
before the train game to stop.
He was surrounded by his friends,
who inquired almost in unison as to
his health
I'm here. an right was the reply,
accompanied by broad grin and a
twinkle % the eyes, tan we got our
bun, too
To persons who do not indulge in
sporting magazines 1t may be ex-
planned that the term "bull' refers to
a male moose--a bun moose.
After congratulations and hand.
shakes Mr.. Jackson was bundled into
an electric and hustled TO the apart
mcnt he shares with Mr.. and Mrs.
More.
Tells Story Of Death Fight.
There reporter found him later,
and here Is the story as told by tha
happy but apologize huntsman:
"Sit down here, young man, and I'll
tell you briefly and concisely the story
of how hn old man who has had some
experience ia the woods made fool
90 himself" said Mr.. Jackson by way
Of preface.
"A week ago last Thursday out
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
trampcd to the little log cabin near
the banks Of lake fifteen miles dis
ant ynrlously known as Nameless
lake, Little lake, or most anything you
want 70 call 1t.
"Friday morning four Of us decided
10 see what we could round up in the
way of game, while Judge Schaefer re-
mained in csmp to straighten things
out
"lom came unon some moose tracks
ana followed them up He bagged the
animal. too, before he had gone very
far IN couple Of hours we decided
10 stlll hunt, and separated for the
purpose
"Aftcr short time I came upon a
pkce that had been occupied BY a
moose in sleeping during the night.
Tracks leading away into the brush
We're distinctly visible, and | began to
follow them. After time when the
marks failed to show any signs or
freshness | decided it was useless 10
go farther and turned about. With the
intention of working back toward
camp.
His Compass Goes Awry.
81 took out my compass. 1t indi-
Gated that / had got away to the north
of the trail. This didn't seem
right 70 me. I wondered III my instrn-
ment had become detective An hours
further walking failed TO put me on my
hearings. A bitter cold wind began to
blow Added 20 this the brush became
more dense. and walking was matter
of forcing nay way through unfrienGly
branches that impeded every inch OF
the way before me.
'Was | lost2 This thought came
upon me suddenly and with terrific
force like the unexpected hang at
high-powered rifle. l wouldn't permit
myself to believe It at first. My repu-
taiion as a woodsman was at stake. I
sort Of compromised the argument that
had arisen between conscience and
all tie rest Of myself. by deciding to
settle down for the night and give up |
hope Of getting back to camp until
morning.
Il climbed TO the summit Of high |
hill ana built a roaring fire. The