Marooned in the Forest: The Story of a Primitive Fight for Life

After a short rest and a hearty meal of broiled venison I felt greatly refreshed. Then I skinned the deer and hung the hide upon the wall to dry. I had no means of tanning it, u...

I had thought the matter out many times already and had decided to set forth well provided with food, with all my weapons, my necessary utensils, and a supply of tanned skin, fo...

I was awakened by a shaft of sunlight striking my face, and opened my eyes to find the day well advanced. My first thought was of the fire, which had burned completely out. A th...

Although I felt a hunter’s elation at having captured the beaver, he was really of less value to me than a muskrat. His flesh, especially his tail, was edible, I knew, but I dou...

For some time after my adventure with the lynx no event worth recording occurred and I led a humdrum, lonely life. I had much to be thankful for, however, for I had little diffi...

The sound of my own voice was a great relief. Suddenly my foolish terror vanished, and with a sudden reaction of feeling I broke into peals of laughter as I realized that the bl...

Each second I expected to feel the enraged bear tearing at the door behind me, and I cursed my folly in having attacked him, for I realized that, unmolested, he would have, no d...

All day long I tramped onward, following the course of the river, but frequently entering the woods and trudging through the forest for several miles to avoid impassable portion...

My visitor was a porcupine, a great, clumsy creature who was far more frightened at my presence than I at his. Realizing that here was food come to my larder of its own free wil...

I was indeed thankful that I had enough food on hand to satisfy my wants for a number of days, for to hunt or trap in such weather was an utter impossibility. My stock of fire-w...

I opened my eyes to find that night had fallen. My first sensations were of unutterable pain; I was chilled through, racked with agony, and weak and faint from my injuries, and...

I had expected to see tilled fields, shingled houses, perhaps a distant village or at least a clearing, with blackened stumps, a tiny shack, or rude buildings marking the outpos...

It all happened in the twinkling of an eye. I turned quickly at a sudden cry from Joe—my half-breed guide—in time to see him cast the handle of his broken paddle aside and leap...

Impatient as I was to start on my journey, I had no intention of taking any risks, for I well knew the treachery of spring weather, and that a belated snow-storm might yet arrive.

For a moment I was almost stunned by the discovery, but presently I realized that some prowling creature had robbed me of the fish which I had taken such pains to capture, and t...