not waste any energy packing canned "air"
in the shape of canned fruits. Take your grub in a crude state in the
way of flour, beans, lard, bacon or pork, and if fruit is taken, take
it in a dried form. Take the necessary supply of tea, coffee, sugar,
salt and pepper, also that unavoidable baking powder.

[Illustration: WOODCOCK FISHING ON PINE CREEK.]

As to preparing an emergency camp for a night, if the weather is
cold, and there is snow on the ground, the camper should pick a place
where he will be as much sheltered from the cold winds as
circumstances will allow and where he can get wood as conveniently as
possible.

Select a log (if one can be had) that lays close to the ground. Now,
scrape away the snow about six or eight feet back from this log, and
where you will have your bed, build a fire, on this space the first
thing you do. Then build a cover over this space or fire, by first
setting two crotched stakes about four feet apart and five or six
feet high, back three feet from the log. Cut a pole, and place it in
these crotches and then from this pole lay poles long enough to come
back so as to give room for your bed, covering the space where the
fire is built; one end of the poles resting on the ground. With
evergreen boughs, cover this entire framework, top and two
sides--toward the log open.

Now scrape the fire down against the log and proceed to build your
fire for the night. Cover the space where the fire was with fine
boughs; this is your bed. Take off your coat, and spread it over your
shoulders, rather than wear it on you as usual.

When the camper has plenty of time, and a good axe, in building an
open campfire the thing to do is to cut two logs six or eight inches
in diameter and three feet long and place them at right angles with
the back log, and three or four feet apart; then lay the wood across
these logs. This will give a draft underneath the wood and cause the
fire to burn much better than where the wood lays close to the
ground.

CHAPTER XX.

Deer Hunt Turned Into a Bear Hunt.

A friend by the name of Dingman invited me to come to his camp on
More's Run, a tributary of the Sinnamahoning. This was something like
forty years ago, when deer were plentiful and several men in this
section made it a business to hunt for the money that there was in
it, and Nathan Dingman was one of those men. It was about eight miles
from my place to Mr. Dingman's camp.

One morning after we had a f