With Trapper Jim in the North Woods

With Trapper Jim in the North
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THE CAMPFIRE AND TRAIL SERIES WITH TRAPPER JIM IN
THE NORTH WOODS
BY LAWRENCE J. LESLIE
1913

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
WHAT LUCK DID FOR THE CHUMS
II. HOW POOR TOBY WAS "RESCUED"
III. WHAT WOODCRAFT MEANT

IV. THE SECRETS OF TRAPPING
V. WHAT CAME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
VI. STEVE STARTS GAME
VII. THE UNWELCOME GUEST
VIII. SMOKING THE INTRUDER OUT
IX. BEFORE THE BLAZING LOGS
X. THE TRAIL OF THE CLOG
XI. "STEADY, STEVE, STEADY!"
XII. THE END OF A THIEF
XIII. A GLIMPSE OF THE SILVER FOX
XIV. THE PURSUIT
XV. GLORIOUS NEWS
XVI. SURPRISING BRUIN--Conclusion

WITH TRAPPER JIM IN THE NORTH WOODS.
[Illustration: "THE SILVER FOX!"]
CHAPTER I.
WHAT LUCK DID FOR THE CHUMS.
"It was a long trip, fellows, but we're here at last, thank goodness!"
"Yes, away up in the North Woods, at the hunting lodge of Trapper
Jim!"

"Say, it's hard to believe, and that's a fact. What do you say about it,
you old stutterer, Toby Jucklin?"
"B-b-bully!" exploded the boy, whose broad shoulders, encased in a
blue flannel shirt, had been pounded when this question was put
directly at him.
There were five of them, half-grown boys all, lounging about in the
most comfortable fashion they could imagine in the log cabin which
Old Jim Ruggles occupied every fall and winter.
"Trapper Jim" they called him, and these boys from Carson had long
been yearning to accept the hearty invitation given to spend a week or
two with the veteran woodsman. A year or so back Jim had dropped
down to see his brother Alfred, who was a retired lawyer living in their
home town. And it was at this time they first found themselves drawn
toward Jim Ruggles.
When he heard of several little camping experiences which had
befallen Toby Jucklin and his chums, the trapper had struck up a warm
friendship with the boy who seemed to be the natural leader of the lot,
Max Hastings.
Well, they had been writing back and forth this long time. Eagerly had
the boys planned a visit to the North Woods, and bent all their energies
toward accomplishing that result.
And now, at last, they found themselves under the shelter of the roof
that topped Old Jim's cabin. Their dreams had come true, so that
several weeks of delightful experiences in the great Northern forest lay
before them.
Besides Toby Jucklin, who stuttered violently at times, and Max
Hastings, who had had considerable previous experience in outdoor life,
there were Steve Dowdy, whose quick temper and readiness to act
without considering the consequences had long since gained him the
name of "Touch-and-Go Steve"; Owen Hastings, a cousin to Max, and
who, being a great reader, knew more or less about the theory of things;

and last, but not least, a boy who went by the singular name of
"Bandy-legs" Griffin.
At home and in school they called him Clarence; but his comrades, just
as all boys will do, early in his life seized upon the fact of his lower
limbs being unusually short to dub him "Bandy-legs."
Strange to say, the Griffin lad never seemed to show the least
resentment in connection with this queer nickname. If the truth were
told, he really preferred having it, spoken by boyish lips, than to
receive that detested name of