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(Camp Mates in Michigan) (Page 104)]
CAMP MATES
IN MICHIGAN
_or_
WITH PACK AND PADDLE
IN THE PINE WOODS
_by_
ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE
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CHICAGO
M. A. DONOHUE & COMPANY
CANOE AND CAMPFIRE SERIES
Four Books of Woodcraft and Adventure in the Forest
and on the Water that every Boy Scout should
have in his Library
_By ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE_
CANOEMATES IN CANADA; or, Three Boys Afloat on the Saskatchewan.
THE YOUNG FUR-TAKERS; or, Traps and Trails in the Wilderness.
THE HOUSE-BOAT BOYS; or, Drifting Down to the Sunny South.
CHUMS IN DIXIE; or, The Strange Cruise of a Motor Boat.
CAMP MATES IN MICHIGAN; or, With Pack and Paddle in the Pine Woods.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN BOYS; or, Camping in the Big Game Country.
In these four delightful volumes the author has drawn bountifully
from his thirty-five years experience as a true sportsman and lover
of nature, to reveal many of the secrets of the woods, such as all
Boys Scouts strive to know. And, besides, each book is replete with
stirring adventures among the four-footed denizens of the wilderness;
so that a feast of useful knowledge is served up, with just that class
of stirring incidents so eagerly welcomed by all boys with red blood in
their veins. For sale wherever books are sold, or sent prepaid for 50
cents each by the publishers.
Copyright, 1913, M. A. Donohue & Co.
CONTENTS
Chapter Page
I THE UNWELCOME VISITOR IN CAMP 7
II PADDLING AGAINST THE CURRENT 19
III THE JOY OF CAMPING OUT 32
IV AMOS GIVES WARNING 42
V THE ROOT HUNTER 53
VI EVIDENCE THAT TALKED 64
VII DOLPH MEETS SOMETHING 75
VIII THE WAY TO FISH FOR BULL FROGS 86
IX ON THE SHORE OF THE LAKE 97
X THE FIGHTING BUCK 106
XI ON THE TRACK OF AMOS 115
XII THE GAME POACHERS 124
XIII SALLIE 133
XIV DOLPH HEARS ABOUT THE HAUNTED CABIN 149
XV THE POWER OF MUSIC 158
XVI WHEN CRAWLEY LOST HIS HEAD 168
XVII THE HOLE IN THE FLOOR 178
XVIII THE CABIN ABANDONED TO THE GHOSTS 188
XIX TEDDY’S WOODCRAFT HELPS 198
XX WHAT SALLIE DID 208
XXI THE UPLIFTED HAND 217
XXII FLY FISHING FOR BASS 226
XXIII ALONG THE TAHQUAMANON 233
XXIV DOWN THE SOO RAPIDS—CONCLUSION 243
Camp Mates in Michigan
or
With Pack and Paddle in the Pine Woods
CHAPTER I
THE UNWELCOME VISITOR IN CAMP
“Wake up everybody! Boarders ahoy! Hey! something’s after our grub!
Hurry up, or we’ll be cleaned out!”
There was an upheaval of blankets in the lone tent that stood
on the bank of a Michigan stream; then three boys came crawling
every-which-way out, without more than a hazy idea as to what they were
doing.
But at any rate, all of them seemed to know where their guns lay, for
every fellow gripped one in his hands as he emerged in this manner from
the interior of the khaki colored tent, made so by some waterproofing
tanning process.
“What is it, Dolph?” demanded the first to arrive on the heels of the
boy who had shouted the alarm, and whose name was Dolph Bradley.
“It jumped back, Teddy, when I poked my head out; and I think made up
in that pine yonder,” came the quick response, as the aforesaid Dolph
pointed with his gun.
“And was it getting away with some of our fine stuff?” asked Teddy, in
evident dismay, as his eyes roamed toward a little pile of duffle at
the foot of another tree close to the tent.
“It sure was. That’s the ham lying right out there, now, where I guess
he dropped it at seeing me. After this we’ve got to take that into the
tent with us, if we want to save the same.”
“But are we going to let the scamp get off scot free, after nearly
wrecking the expedition; because if we lost our ham I’d feel like our
best friend was gone? For one, I’d like to let this thief know what
we think of him. I think I could put a charge of Number Sevens under
his jacket, from my little Marlin here, that would do the business in
double-quick style,” and Teddy Overton patted the repeating twelve-bore
modern gun he held, with the air of one who knew he could depend on its
hard hitting qualities.
“Let’s spread out a little, so as to cover more ground,” suggested
Dolph; and with that the three boys moved apart, each with his weapon
half raised, so as to be ready for quick work, if the necessity arose.
The one who as yet had not spoken a single word, gave the fire a kick
in passing, and this caused it to blaze up afresh, just as he knew it
would.
“Good for you, Amos!” exclaimed Dolph. “That makes it better to aim by.
Does anybody glimpse him yet?”
“Not I; but see here, Dolph,” Teddy went on to say, “you haven’t told
us what sort of a beast it was. Must be along the cat order, or it
wouldn’t try to steal a whole ham, and then take to a tree, when you
poked your head out to see what was doing.”
“It sure was a cat, and the biggest I ever ran across,” Dolph hurriedly
declared. “You see, the fire was burning kind of low, and it jumped
so quick I didn’t get more’n a glimpse of the thing; but there was
something queer about it. If you asked me right off the shoulder now,
I’d be apt to say it had little bells hanging from its ears!”
Teddy burst out into a laugh.
“Hear that, Amos?” he cried. “Rings on her fingers, and bells on her
toes; she shall have music wherever she goes, eh? Sounds like that,
doesn’t it? Now, I guess from what you say, Dolph, our bold visitor,
that likes smoked ham so much, belongs to the lynx class of bob-cats.”
“What, a real Canada lynx?” exploded Dolph. “That excites me a whole
lot, let me tell you; for if there’s one animal in this country I’ve
always wanted to run across it’s a genuine lynx. Heard a lot about the
sly things, too. Shot cats in Florida, Louisiana, Virginia, and up in
Maine, but never saw a lynx. I hope you’re not mistaken, Teddy, and
that I get a chance to clap my eyes on him.”
“Then look sharp; I know the beast’s habits pretty well,” ventured the
other; whose father being a rich lumber merchant, it was only natural
that the boy should be acquainted with these Michigan pine woods, and
their furry inhabitants, “and the chances are that, having got a taste
of our fine ham, he won’t want to clear out without trying to carry it
with him.”
“Wait! I think I see something that looks like a big knob on one of his
limbs!” exclaimed Dolph, eagerly.
“Hi! there, go slow!” cautioned Teddy, fearing an attack, if any
blunder were committed; “a lynx only wounded can upset a whole camp
like a twister of a cyclone had struck it, ain’t that so, Amos?”
“It sure is,” answered the third member of the party of campers, a
stocky boy, who was not apparently as well to do as the others, if one
could judge from the old gun he carried, and his general make-up; for
while Teddy and Dolph had donned pajamas when they retired for the
night, Amos had simply removed part of his day clothes, and crawled
under his blanket that way; but from the manner in which he handled his
weapon, he evidently felt pretty much at home in the wilderness.
“Does it seem to move, Dolph?” asked Teddy, when the other continued to
bend his head forward, and stare at a certain point among the rather
thick branches of the marked pine.
“Don’t seem to, and that’s what bothers me,” came the ready reply. “I
rather think it can’t be much, either, because, if it was the lynx, I’d
almost surely see his yellow eyes staring at me, wouldn’t I?”
“That’s what you would,” answered Amos.
“And that’s been what I’ve had my eye peeled for all the time,”
declared Teddy. “But I wish somebody’d hurry up and glimpse the old
thief. This night air ain’t as salubrious as it might be. Fact is,
I’m beginning to get the shakes; and give you my word, it ain’t the
excitement at all that’s making my hands tremble. Think that if I
moved over this way a little, perhaps I might stir him up. Watch now,
everybody; and shoot at the drop of a hat!”
As he said this, Teddy slowly started to walk farther away, so as to
be able to investigate parts of the suspected tree that, up to then,
had not come fully under observation. The revived fire was doing pretty
well, for the flames had seized on portions of wood only partly burned,
and were crackling merrily. And the light revealed the presence of two
up-to-date canoes partly hauled up on the shore not thirty feet away
from the tent, thus disclosing the fact that the trio of lads had used
the water way in order to reach their present camp in the Michigan
pines.
A sudden exclamation from Teddy announced that his latest move had met
with at least some measure of success.
“See anything?” called out Dolph, eagerly, for he had been hoping that
the opportunity to blaze away might come to him.
“Looks like it, but I’ll soon know,” replied the other, as he stooped
to pick up some object. “I’m going to toss this piece of wood up there.
Be ready now; for if it’s our visitor he’ll be apt to change his
position. Here goes!”
With that he gave the object a quick twirl, and they could distinctly
hear it stirring the outer branches of the pines, to fall to the ground
again with a soft thud.
Teddy was heard to utter a sharp ejaculation, and from this the others
understood that in all probability his little scheme had met with
success. They glanced that way and saw him bend his head down to glance
along the repeating gun’s matted barrel.
Then came a sudden report, and with it a shrill screech, that sounded
very much as though Teddy could have made no mistake when he believed
he was aiming at the hairy thief.
Loud outcries arose with the opening of hostilities.
“Did you nail him?” demanded Dolph, greatly excited.
“No, I guess not,” replied Teddy, in a chagrined tone. “The beast gave
a jump just as I pulled trigger, and I must have cut the air where he
sat. But he hasn’t left that tree yet, fellows. We command every side
of the same; and unless he can fly, we ought to get another crack at
him. Be lively, now, and try to do better than I did. I must still be
in the greenhorn class, though I thought I’d graduated three years ago.”
“Oh! don’t worry about that!” sang out Dolph, cheerily: “mistakes will
happen you know, even in the best regulated families. I’ve done worse
than that more’n a few times; and I’ve hunted in a good many countries
with my dad, you know. Wow! I wonder now, can that be the sly cat? Yes,
looks like I can see twin glow-worms up there in that dark pocket. Had
I better give him a try, Teddy?”
“If you feel pretty sure it’s the ham thief, why, go ahead and pot him;
but as quick as you shoot, leap to one side; because I’ve always heard
these lynx are just chain lightning on the jump, even when they’ve got
their death wound.”
“Reckon I will then, because I ain’t hankering after feeling his claws
rake me fore and aft,” replied Dolph, who came from Cincinnati, and was
the son of a well known millionaire of that city.
“Steady, boy; make sure!” cautioned Teddy, as he saw that the other was
aiming upward with his expensive gun, the finest that a celebrated firm
in England could put together for any amount of money; but which even
then Teddy would not have accepted for his own tried and true weapon.
Hardly had he spoken than Dolph fired. Remembering the warning given
by his campmate the Cincinnati boy jumped backward as soon as he had
fairly pulled the trigger. His heels catching in a root, the presence
of which he knew nothing about, as a consequence he was tripped up, and
went headlong to the ground.
Dolph was conscious of a shrill scream, this time not of anger but
pain; and that some heavy body flew through space in the very spot
which his form had occupied. That fall was the finest thing that could
have happened to him, after all, because, in spite of his movement, the
leaping lynx must have landed on him only for his sprawling on his back.
Realizing the desperate nature of his position Dolph rolled over once
or twice before he even attempted to regain an erect position. Then, on
his knees he worked at the mechanism of his expensive imported shotgun,
only to find that somehow his fall must have jammed it; or else in his
excitement he failed to do exactly the thing that was necessary, for he
could not get another shell in the firing chamber.
“This way, quick; I can’t get my gun to work!” he shrilled, half
believing that in another instant he would have the unfuriated and
wounded lynx on top of him.
He could hear a dreadful threshing about only a few yards away from
him; and the awful thought flashed through his head that perhaps the
beast was clawing one of his chums. But as he immediately after saw
Teddy coming on the jump from one direction, while the Michigan boy
showed up from the other Dolph’s mind became easier.
“It’s over there--I must have hit it hard, from the racket the thing
keeps up! Be ready to cover him, Teddy, Amos; because my plaguey old
gun’s jammed, and I can’t get it to work!”
“Don’t bother,” said Teddy, with a short, nervous laugh; “I guess you
potted your first lynx all right, old fellow. He’s sure kicking his
last, if I’m any judge of things. But don’t get too close, mind you;
they’re nasty, treacherous beasts at the best. And he might give some
of us a streaking with his last effort.”
“Oh!” shouted Dolph, with such an odd inflection of alarm in his voice
that the others were naturally startled.
“What’s the matter now?” cried Teddy, whirling around toward the other.
“There’s another cat crawling along on the ground—by ginger! two of
’em! Why, the woods must be full of them! We’re going to be swamped
with lynxes, boys; and this gun just _won’t_ behave half-way decent,”
and Dolph ended with a groan as he kept working away excitedly at the
mechanism of his repeating weapon.
“Where? I see one!” cried Teddy, as he swung his gun around swiftly.
“Bang!”
“That’s the end of _him_; now show me the other cat, will you, Dolph?
Bring ’em on as fast as you like; as long as my little Marlin’s got a
single shell left, I’m good for any amount of game. Where’s the next
victim?”
“Over yonder, crouching at the foot of that tree; don’t you see its
eyes now, Teddy?” whooped the boy from Cincinnati.
“Shure I do; and that means I’m due for another victim. Watch me rool
his hoop for him, will you, fellows?”
“Bang!” went the repeating shotgun again.
“You did it that time too, Teddy! Oh! if only this old gun hadn’t got
stuck just when I needed it most, I might have made a clean sweep of
the lot!” cried Dolph. “I’ve got a good notion to smash the old thing
against a tree, and do without the rest of the trip, that’s what!”
“Don’t think of it,” called out the lumberman’s son, steadily. “Perhaps
after all you’re more to blame than the gun, Dolph. I’ve been that
excited myself when in a bad hole, that I hardly knew how I was clawing
at the right part of my gun to work a new shell in. Do you see any sign
of my cats coming out of their trance again?”
“No, they seem as dead as doornails; that gun is a hard hitter, Teddy,”
remarked Amos Simmons, as he handled his own rather old fashioned
single shot weapon with something approaching a sigh, as of envy,
though he never voiced such a feeling.