Messrs. Duncan G. Kennedy and Thomas Roberts passed through an adventure last week on the west shore of Arrow lake in which they had a very narrow escape with their lives. As it was they were three days without food, and Mr. Kennedy gave up, as he could go no further, and had not Mr. Roberts been strong enough to go on and send assistance to Mr. Kennedy, both would probably have perished before help could have reached them. Mr. Kennedy, in recounting his trying experience yesterday said: "I would not go through a like adventure again for $10,000 and I am not a wealthy man. For the past two years I have owned some mining claims located a mile from the west shore of Arrow Lake, about 20 miles north of Dog Creek.
      "On Sunday, May 3, I left here in company with Mr. Thomas Roberts, who was formerly the foreman of the Rathmullen, for the purpose of examining the claims in order to determine what I should do with them. We intended to get off the boat at Dog Creek and take a skiff and row up the lake to a point close to where the claims are, disembark, and after we had finished an examination of the claims return to Dog Creek in the skiff and there board the steamer. At Robson we took the steamer Rossland, and the people in charge of the steamer said the better way to reach our destination would be for us to go on with the steamer and we would be landed near the claims. They promised to leave word at Naskusp for the Kootenay so that the steamer would pick us up on the down trip, in the afternoon. Subsequent developments showed us that they forgot all about leaving word for the other steamer to pick us up. We landed and made our examination of the properties. Then we came down to the shore, lighted a bonfire and waited for the steamer Kootenay. She was hugging the east shore of the lake. We signalled and signalled and the steamer went right on leaving us there in that desolate region without a mouthful to eat. We had eaten the light lunch we brought at 11 in the forenoon. There are no trails along the shore of Arrow lake, but we determineed to walk along the shore to Dog Creek. It was only 20 miles in an air line, but it must have been 75 miles the way we went. In order that we might not get lost we determined to follow the shore. The water is high at present and every half mile we would come up to a cliff which would rise from 800 to 1000 feet from the water. Then we would have to go inland and a mile or two as the case might be and make our way up almost perpendicular heights in order to get around it. This would take us hours sometimes, and we walked from 3 o'clock on Tuesday morning until 9 o'clock that night, and we only made seven miles in an air line from where we started and the way was awfully rough. The brush seemed alnost impenetrable. I think the actual distance we tramped must have been at least 30 miles. We saw grouse, several deer and a big fat black bear that looked as though he would have made good eating, and we were so famished that we could have eaten raw bear meat, but we had nothing to kill him with. I ran out of cigarettes.
      "Wednesday we made an early start, and how hungry we were. The travel was a repetition of the previous day's experience. Great high cliffs every little ways, and sometimes we would have the greatest difficulty in clinging to the sides of the steep places, going up and coming down, when we came to cliffs, and to let go meant certain death. We virtually held our lives in our hands and feet. We were afflicted with an overpowering thirst. Our mouths seemed as parched as the inside of hot ovens, and we dare not drink much. When near the lake we would go into the water and rinse out our mouths , but this did not seem to do any good, as in five minutes tjhe thirst was as great as ever. Mr. Roberts had his pipe, and tobacco, and this gave him some comfort. We saw the steamer coming and lighted another fire, and I put my shirt on a pole, but it passed along and those on board evidently did not see us. We saw plenty of game, but could not get close enough to kill it with rocks. I was so hungry by this time that I was ready to attack a bear with a good sized rock and then if we got to close quarters he would have eaten me or I would have eaten part of him. It was weary work, I tell you. The hunger did not seem to be so painful as the thirst, which was something almost unbearable. We walked until late in the afternoon, and then it was apparent that I was too weak to go further, but Roberts, who weighs nearly a hundred pounds more than I do, held up pretty well. Finally I grew so weak that I felt that I could go no further. Roberts had to hang back so that he would not leave me. I was so completely done up that it seemed to me that I could not go a step further. I told Roberts to hurry on to Dog Creek, and I would stay where I was till he sent a boat after me. He went on and got to Dog Creek at 10 o'clock on Thursday morning. He sent a boatman after me.
      "I remained where I was a part of Wednesday and until Thursday at 5 o'clock. By this time I was delirious, and saw steamers, sailing boats and other craft, which were coming to my relief from all quarters on the lake, but when they got close to me would disappear into the lake or run up into the skies in defiance of the laws of gravitation. I was partially out of my head for four or five hours.
      "Finally I saw a man rowing a boat along the shore. It seemed to me that this was another hallucination, as by this time I was ceertain that Roberts had given out and that we both would perish miserably of starvation. Finally the boat landed on the shingle, and I said here is a sure enough boat, and no figment of a delirium. I never was so glad to see a human being before.
      "Baptiste was the man who had come to my relief, and he had plenty of provisions with him, but I could not touch anything, as the mere thought of food nauseated me. Baptiste built a fire and made a cup of tea, and this revived me. While we were doing this the steamer came along. I took off my white shirt and put it on a long pole and waved it. Baptiste fired 16 shots from his rifle in order to attract the attention of the steamer, but those on board failed to see or hear us and passed on.
      "It was blowing great guns, and Baptiste did not wish to take the chance of going down the lake, as he said we would be drowned, but I was so tired of the place that I insisted on starting. We hoisted sail and when out in the waves Baptiste said he had been on the lake for years and never had he seen the wind blow so hard or so squally. Once when we were tacking near the shore the boat was capsized. Fortunately the water was only a few feet deep, and we were inabled to put the boat on even keel, to bail her out and resume our journey. Had the boat been upset in the middle of the lake we would surely have been drowned. Finally, late in the evening, we reached Dog Creek. There I managed to eat something. I rested for two days. On Sunday I went up to the claims again, but this time I took a boat with me, and had it pushed off the deck of the steamer into the water. I went ashore in the boat. On Monday I rowed out into the lake, caught the steamer, and arrived back in Rossland last night.
      "I think some method should be devised by which those who desire to signal the steamer along the lake should be able to do so. A lookout with a spy glass shoiuld be kept busy examining the banks for stray passengers. As for myself, I do not care, as I will never allow myself to be caught in such a perilous predicament, but it may be the means of saving the life of some poor beggar in a predicament similar to that which Mr. Roberts and myself found ourselves. It is an experience which no sum of money would tempt me to pass through again." concluded Mr. Kennedy.