A CANADIAN FOREST ROMANCE.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 18, Issue 31, 16 April 1907, Page 2

A CANADIAN FOREST ROMANCE.

A Canadian gentleman, with his two nephews, went out in the backwoods for a month's holiday. They lived mostly under canvas, and tramped about through pathless woods where no men are to be met with from year's end to year's end. For food they relied on their rods and guns and a sack of flour, which they had brought with them into the wilderness.

All went merrily until one day the uncle, who had gone out on a shooting expedition alone, failed to turn up in the evening. Night passed, the morning dawned, and still no uncle ; the day passed, the night, the day, and the night again, and finally it was borne in on the boys that their uncle had met with some accident in the depths of the forest. and on the third morning they found his body about a quarter of a mile away from the encampment.

He had been killed in an encounter with a wounded bear. Imagine their position. Absolutely alone and lost, for it was impossible for them to think of finding their way to the nearest settlement, as their uncle's compass had been smashed in his death-struggle. But these youths were Canadians—born settlers, courageous, and self-reliant. They, after burying their uncle, set about building themselves a rude hut and getting their food. They shot and fished enough to keep themselves plentifully in food for ten weeks, when some rangers, who had been dispatched in search of them, brought them back to civilisation. But for the terrible tragedy which had ended their uncle's life, they said they had never had a better time.—" The Royal Magazine."-