Bob Hunt in Canada

Bob Hunt in Canada, by George
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Title: Bob Hunt in Canada
Author: George W. Orton

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BOB HUNT IN CANADA
by
GEORGE W. ORTON, Ph.D.
Graduate Coach of Track and Cross Country Teams University of
Pennsylvania, Joint Manager of Camp Tecumseh, N. H., and author of
"Bob Hunt at Camp Pontiac," and "Bob Hunt, Senior Camper."

Whitman Publishing Co. Racine, Wis. Copyright, 1916, by George W.
Jacobs & Co. Printed in 1924 by Western Printing & Lithographing Co.
Racine, Wis. Printed in U. S. A.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
I OFF TO CANADA 7 II UP THE ESCOUMAINS 30 III CAMP AT
LAKE PARENT 45 IV ACROSS THE PORTAGE 60 V THE SHORT
TRAIL TO ESCOUMAINS 71 VI PIERRE'S BEAR STORY 82 VII
BOB'S CLUE 94 VIII THE WIRELESS IN THE WILDERNESS 106
IX A WEEK ON THE TRAIL 117 X MOCCASINS AS FOOD 130 XI
A RESCUE IN THE RAPIDS 145 XII PIERRE'S BIG SALMON 157
XIII THE PLATINUM MINE 168

BOB HUNT IN CANADA
OFF TO CANADA
"Hey there, Pud. Come here," yelled Bill Williams one day late in May
to Pud Jones, as the latter sauntered across the athletic field.
"I'm coming," said Pud, as he rushed across, and grabbing Bill by the
shoulders slammed him up against the fence around the track.

"What do you think this is?" asked Bill. "A football game, or do you
take me for a tackling dummy?"
"Well, some kind of a dummy," replied Pud, as he held Bill so firmly
that he could not get at him to punch his head.
"That'll do, you big rhinoceros," said Bill, as Pud released him.
"What's the news?" said Pud.
"I've just had a letter from Bob Hunt and he wants us to go up to
Canada with him to a fishing and hunting camp there," said Bill.
"That would be fun but I don't know whether my father would let me
go or not. He's been talking about having me work this summer," said
Pud.
"Well, you see what you can do with your father and I'll get after
mine," replied Bill. "I rather think that I won't have much trouble as
father was saying just the other day that he thought the open air life was
the only thing for a boy in the summer."
"All fathers think that, but some of them want to have us around during
the summer," said Pud, rather gloomily for him.
"Yes, I've noticed that oftentimes they make cheap chauffeurs out of
us," said Bill. "They tell us they cannot spare us during the summer and
then make us drive them around at all hours. That's quite a snap for
them, I think, but it doesn't get us any place."
"You're right," assented Pud. "I had a very poor time last summer for
my family was always having me drive them some place where I did
not want to go. They couldn't see that I would much rather get out on a
lot in the hot sun and have a game of ball than take the finest drive
there is."
"You ought to have been at Pontiac last year. We had a great time.
There was something doing every minute," said Bill.

"Yes, I heard that you had a great summer," said Pud. "How did you
get along without Bob as a pitcher?"
"We certainly missed him as he was a whole team by himself," said
Bill. "That's one reason why I would like to go to Canada with Bob, for
I haven't seen him since two summers now, and I would like to spend
another summer with him."
"So would I," said Pud. "Whereabouts in Canada does Bob want to
go?"
"Wait," said Bill, pulling a letter out of his pocket. "I'll read you what
he says. Here it is: 'Father wants me to go up to a camp in Canada
called Camp Tadousac. It is situated east of the Saguenay River and
there is some wonderful fishing to be had there. I've decided to go and I
hope that your father will let you come along. It will be a new
experience for us. This camp has no permanent quarters but the
members go from one