The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-05-17
Beautiful SiskiWit
a Sportsman's Paradise
(By E. M. H.

LlelT HOSb alluflng voices, WneI
all that is primitive in man sur
ges to the surface and demands
that he throw off the shackles
OF office. counting room ano
workshop, and go where the
wild life abounds.
There on Lake Siskiwit where
a company of Washburn mer
have chosen to build a permanent
clubhouse, Nature reigns in al
her various moods. It was my
pleasure to go there last week
with some of the men who are
interested in this new resort
The trip was not planned ahead
and the surprise in store was
all the more richly enjoyable.
It would spoil. Lake Siskiwit
and it's rare envlrons to try tC
figure out to what geological
period the formation of this be-
| Unveiled body of water belongs,
1t matters not whether some
mighty glacier left the basin for
US to enjoy, whether the Gre
ator's mighty hand cupped il
and left it there as it lies, or
whether volcanic action in dim
ages past created it.
There it is, great placid
mirror, like some wonderful
giants crystal, framed in as
wonderful a setting as the
minds eye could conceive.
Gentle May breezas caused rip
Piles upon the lakes surface the
May morning when we saw
Luke Siskiwis. and when it came
into view lying beneath our feet
through the vista of white birch
aud other shore garments of
nature, it seemed just as if we
had walked to the ends of the
earth and there was paradise at
last.
Sixteen Wasbburn business
and professional men have
selected this spot for their sum-
mer home, place to which they
may 60 and commune with
N,ture and forget toiling and
molling and all the trials of a
sordid world.
Trey have chosen wisely. An
automobile takes the campers
to lis beautiful lake in a ninety
minute drive through a region
that is not Licking in interest.
Shortly before reaching the
lake the car turns out of the
main highway and you bid adieu
to all that bears any emblance
to this workaday world.
Birds are calling to each other
fol- it is the mating season.
Some of them chatter and scold
at your invasion. Fallen mon
archs OF the forest attest to an
almost forgotten period when
industry had invaded this wild
wood the bermen who so
ra thlessly destroy. d and left to
rot the kingly trees. But small
er growth has sprung up to hide
the II .kedness of a once dennded
forest. Here and there a few
majestic pines stand as sentinels
a link between the old and the
new.
The car swings into an open
place and behold you, Lake Sis
klwit! On a summit overlooking
the scene will be the clubhouse
aud from the broad veranda the
mem bers may view the placid
lake, now and then ruffied by
strong winds when storms arise
but for the most part. placid
aud beautiful. Beyond an
emerald isle, to which the visit.
ors may row to gain cen great
! er solitude than the fastness oil
| the campsite. You cannot fai
to recall the hslcyon days OF the
Indian brave and his dusky
maiden sweetheart. The Red
men have a poetic side to their
seemingly sphynx-llke natures
It must have once been a favor
| tie spot for the tribes in hunting
aud fishing. Today fish and pig
game abound, making mos'
alluring prospect for all wiz
are building summer homes. or