CHAPTER XI

1906-1907

In April, 1906, Selous went all the way to Bosnia just to take the nest

and eggs of the Nutcracker, and those who are not naturalists can

scarcely understand such excessive enthusiasm. This little piece of

wandering, however, seemed only an incentive to further restlessness,

which he himself admits, and he was off again on July 12th to Western

America for another hunt in the forests, this time on the South Fork of

the MacMillan river. On August 5th he started from Whitehorse on the

Yukon on his long canoe-journey down the river, for he wished to save

the expense of taking the steamer to the mouth of the Pelly. He was

accompanied by Charles Coghlan, who had been with him the previous year,

and Roderick Thomas, a hard-bitten old traveller of the North-West.

Selous found no difficulty in shooting the rapids on the Yukon, and had

a pleasant trip in fine weather to Fort Selkirk, where he entered the

Pelly on August 9th. Here he was lucky enough to kill a cow moose, and

thus had an abundance of meat to take him on the long up-stream journey

to the MacMillan mountains, which could only be effected by poling and

towing. On August 18th he killed a lynx. At last, on August 28th, he

reached a point on the South Fork of the MacMillan, where it became

necessary to leave the canoe and pack provisions and outfit up to

timber-line. Here almost immediately he killed a cow caribou for meat,

and a comfortable camp was soon made. During the following days Selous

hunted far and wide, and found that Osborn's caribou was as plentiful in

these ranges as his friends in the previous year had found them. He

killed six splendid bulls, one of which is now to be seen, mounted

whole, in the Natural History Museum, and in a short time got all the

specimens he wanted. One day he saw a large black animal, which he took

to be a bear, coming towards him, and eventually killed it at a distance

of 400 yards. It proved to be a black variety of the wolf--a somewhat

rare animal to kill with the rifle, and curiously enough he killed

another a few days later.

Before leaving the mountains he shot a good bull moose and missed

another, whilst going down-stream, at 30 yards. A second shot, however,

killed the animal, and gave the hunter another fine specimen with horns

63 inches across. Selous reached Selkirk on September 20th, and so had

no difficulty in getting out before the ice formed.

As soon as he got home he wrote to me telling of the results of his

trip, and I give it as showing the sympathetic nature of his disposition

for the sorrows of others:--

"The first part of your letter awoke afresh all my sympathy for

you and poor Mrs. Millais in your sorrow for the loss of your

dearly beloved child. I suppose you can never hope to forget

what you once possessed and can never have again, nor would you

wish to do so; but time is merciful, and whilst never forgetting

the sweetness of disposition of your dear child, the sorrow for

her loss will gradually hurt you less and less. At least I trust

it will be so. I am so glad to hear that you have got such a

splendid lot of caribou heads this year. You well deserve them,

for you have taken a lot of trouble to get them. You must now

have quite a unique collection of Newfoundland caribou heads. I

got one good moose this year 631/2 inches spread (measured by Mr.

Burlace the other day) and another pretty head of 52 inches

spread. Besides these two I only saw one other bull moose--a

fair-sized head. I saw a good many caribou, but no large heads.

Every big bull I saw seemed to have a well-grown head. On August

29th I saw a single old bull and shot him. The next day I saw

another bull with ten cows and shot him. These heads were both

in velvet, but fully grown out and the velvet just ready to peel

off. On September 1st I saw another single bull and shot him;

and on the following day got another close to camp. Both these

bulls had their horns quite clean of velvet, not a shred left on

any part. I then went away to another range of mountains to look

for sheep and moose, returning again to the caribou-ground about

the middle of September. On my first day I came across four

splendid old bulls all together. They all had big heads, and I

got close to them and could have shot them all, but I let two of

them go after killing the other two, which seemed to me to have

the finest horns. Whilst I was skinning the animals I had shot

(with my half-breed Indian) three more big bulls _and a hornless

cow_ came and lay down on a knoll about 400 yards away. One of

these seemed to have very large horns; but I thought that six

was enough, so I let them alone. I think three or four of the

heads I have got are pretty good, but much better no doubt could

be got if one waited till they got into large herds after the

rutting season. Burlace makes my longest head 571/4 inches,

another is 55 inches, and two others just over 51 and 50. Two of

them have an inside spread of 48 inches. One head is of quite a

different type to the other five. It is only about 40 inches

long and very like a Newfoundland head with beautiful tops.

Besides the caribou and moose I only got two wolves--very fine

ones, and one of them black. I saw no bears at all, and only

female sheep. I am going away on Saturday, December 1st,

lecturing (with a two days' interlude at Beville Stanier's), and

shall not be home again from Scotland till December 15th. On

December 17th I go away again till the 20th; but after that I

shall be at home for a long time. Let me know when you get your

heads home, and I will then come over to look at them, and you

must come and see my Yukon heads as soon as I get them from

Ward's."

In May, 1907, he went to Asia Minor to take the eggs of sea and

raptorial birds, living on or near the Mediterranean coasts.

In June he wrote: "I was very pleased to see the letter you

wrote to the 'Field' about poor Arthur Neumann. I had thought of

writing something myself, but did not know him as well as you

did. I shall never cease to regret his loss. I look upon him as

the last of the real genuine hunters of African big game."

Arthur Neumann, the celebrated elephant-hunter, was born at Hockliffe

Rectory, in Bedfordshire, in 1850. In 1868 he went to Natal and later to

Swaziland, and acted as interpreter during the Zulu war in 1879. From

1885-1887 he hunted much in South Africa, and after a time went to East

Africa, where he helped to survey the line from the coast to Lake

Victoria Nyanza. After another visit to South Africa he made his first

journey after elephants to the East of Mount Kenia and killed large

numbers of bull elephants.

In 1896 he was badly injured by a cow elephant, and returned to Mombasa

in October, 1896. In 1899 he took part in the second Boer war, and in

1902 returned to East Africa and had another successful hunt, getting

some immense tusks.

In 1903-1904, hunting in Turkana, Turkwel and the Lorian swamp, he

killed many elephants, and made his last expedition in 1905-1906, when

his ivory realized L4500 on sale in London. He was a pioneer like

Selous, and wherever he went made a favourable impression on the

native--helping greatly to advance our hold on British East Africa. He

died suddenly in 1907.

In August, 1907, Selous went on a little hunt after reindeer in Norway,

as the guest of his old friend, Captain P. B. Vanderbyl, a hunter who

has had perhaps as great a general experience of big game hunting as any

man living. In this trip Selous shot five good stags in seven days'

hunting, but was not so fortunate as to get a first-class specimen,

although some of his heads were good. Of this trip Captain Vanderbyl

kindly sends me the following note:

"Although friends of many years' standing, Selous and I only did

one shooting-trip together, and that was after Reindeer in

Norway. We sailed from Hull to Stavanger in August, 1907, and

marched in with pack-ponies a few miles from the head of the

Stavanger Fjord to Lyseheien, where a small shooting-box had

been recently erected.

"Owing to a five years' close season which had just terminated

we found the reindeer fairly numerous, and not too difficult to

approach, but as they always feed up-wind, and cover a lot of

ground, we had some days to walk long distances before spying

any.

"We arrived at Lyseheien a few days before the opening of the

season, and spent the time walking after ryper, of which we used

to get 12 or 15 brace a day, and although Selous was never a

good shot with the gun, he showed the same keenness after the

birds as he did for any form of sport. He had to leave Norway a

few days before I did, in order to see his boys before they

returned to school.

"We were quite successful on this trip, and secured thirteen

stags between us, with some good heads among them. When not

hunting, we beguiled the time with some French novels Selous

produced, and I never knew of his liking for this kind of

literature before.

"We both enjoyed the trip thoroughly, and were surprised to find

so wild and unfrequented a hunting ground within about three

days journey of London."

During this season I was camped on the highest part of the range, some

thirty miles to the north. A heavy snowstorm, lasting for six days,

occurred on September 1st, and drove all the deer south-west to

Lyseheien, which accounted in some measure for the excellent sport

enjoyed by my friends.

Reindeer are at all times subject to these sudden local migrations, and

the very uncertainty of the sport makes it somewhat fascinating and

difficult. In Norway it is now difficult to secure a good reindeer head

for this reason, and the fact that indiscriminate poaching, even on what

is called strictly preserved ground, prevails.

During the winter of 1907 and early in the following year Selous devoted

himself to finishing his book "African Nature Notes and Reminiscences"

(published by Macmillan & Co. in 1908), a work which he wrote

principally at the instigation of his friend, Theodore Roosevelt. In

this he devotes the first two chapters to his views on protective

coloration and the influence of environment on living organisms. For

lucidity and accuracy of treatment he never wrote anything better or

more clearly discounted the views of theoretical naturalists. It is a

model of conclusive argument backed by sound data. Commenting on his

remarks Ex-President Roosevelt thus gives his opinions on the subject

(November 1st, 1912):--

"It is a misfortune that in England and America the naturalists

should at the moment have gotten into an absolutely fossilized

condition of mind about such things as protective coloration.

Both the English and the American scientific periodicals are

under the control of men like Professor Poulton and others who

treat certain zoological dogmas from a purely fetichistic

standpoint, exactly as if they were mediaeval theologians. This

is especially true of their attitude toward the doctrine of

natural selection, and incidentally toward protective

coloration. There is much in natural selection; there is much in

protective coloration. But neither can be used to one-twentieth

the extent that the neo-Darwinians, such as Mr. Wallace and the

rest, have used them; indeed these neo-Darwinians have actually

confused the doctrine of natural selection with the doctrine of

evolution itself.

"Heller is coming home soon. He has just written me from Berlin,

where he saw our friend Matzchie who, you doubtless remember,

has split up the African buffalo into some twenty different

species, based on different curves of the horns. Matzchie told

Heller that he had read my statement that of the four bulls I

shot feeding together near the Nairobi Falls, the horns,

according to Matzchie's theory, showed that there were at least

two and perhaps three different species (among these four bulls

from the same herd). Well, Matzchie absolutely announces that

doubtless there were two species among them, because the

locality is on the border-line between two distinct types of

buffalo, that of Kenia and that of the Athi! I think this is one

of the most delightful examples of the mania for

species-splitting that I have ever seen. On the same basis

Matzchie might just as well divide the African buffalo into a

hundred species as into twenty; and as for the elephant he could

make a new species for every hundred square miles.

"Apparently your 'African Nature Notes' was 'hoodooed' by my

introduction and the dedication to me; but I cannot help hoping

that you will now publish a book giving your experiences in East

Africa and up the White Nile. Without the handicap of my

introduction, I think it would do well! Seriously, the trouble

with your 'African Nature Notes' is that it is too good. The

ideal hunting-book ought not to be a simple record of slaughter;

it ought to be good from the literary standpoint and good from

the standpoint of the outdoor naturalist as well as from the

standpoint of the big game hunter. Stigand's books fulfil both

the latter requirements, but he has not your power to write well

and interestingly, and he has a rather morbid modesty or

self-consciousness which makes him unable to tell simply and as

a matter of course the really absorbingly interesting personal

adventures with which he has met. Unfortunately, however, the

average closet naturalist usually wants to read an utterly dry

little book by some closet writer, and does not feel as if a

book by a non-professional was worth reading--for instance, I

was interested in London to find two or three of my scientific

friends, who knew nothing whatever about protective coloration

in the field, inclined to take a rather sniffy view of your

absolutely sound and, in the real sense, absolutely scientific,

statement of the case. On the other hand, the average man who

reads hunting-books is too apt to care for nothing at all but

the actual account of the hunting or of the travelling, because

he himself knows no more about the game than the old Dutch and

South African hunters whom you described used to know about the

different 'species' of lion and black rhinoceros. Nevertheless I

am sure that your 'African Nature Notes' will last permanently

as one of the best books that any big game hunter and

out-of-doors naturalist has ever written. Charles Sheldon was

saying exactly this to me the other day. By the way, I hope he

will soon write something about his experiences in Alaska. They

are well worth writing about. I am much irritated because

Shiras, some of whose pictures I once sent you, will not make

any use of his extraordinary mass of notes and photographs of

American wild game and the rarer creatures of the American

forests and mountains.

"I am sending you herewith a rather long pamphlet I have

published on the subject of protective coloration. Thayer

answered the appendix to my 'African Game Trails,' in a popular

Science Monthly article, re-stating and amplifying his

absurdities. Men like Professor Poulton treat him with great

seriousness, and indeed Professor Poulton is himself an

extremist on this subject. I thought it would be worth while

going into the subject more at length, and accordingly did so in

the bulletin of the American Museum of Natural History, and I

send you a copy. I shall also send one to Stigand. Do write me

about your experiences."

Roosevelt was in a measure responsible for this excellent book, and it

was due to his encouragement that Selous undertook its publication. He

sent it in parts to his friend, who thus summarizes the author's

literary style:--

"I have been delighted with all the pieces you sent me, and have

read and re-read them all. Do go on with your lion article. I

earnestly wish you would now write a book describing a natural

history of big game. You are the only man alive, so far as I

know, who could do it. Take S.'s book, for instance, which you

sent me. It is an excellent book in its way, but really it is

only a kind of guide-book. The sole contribution to natural

history which it contains is that about the wolves and the big

sheep. But you have the most extraordinary power of seeing

things with minute accuracy of detail, and then the equally

necessary power to describe vividly and accurately what you have

seen. I read S.'s book, and I have not the slightest idea how

the sheep or the ibex or the deer look; but after reading your

articles I can see the lions, not snarling but growling, with

their lips covering their teeth, looking from side to side as

one of them seeks to find what had hurt it, or throwing up its

tail stiff in the air as it comes galloping forward in the

charge. I can see the actual struggle as the lion kills a big ox

or cow buffalo. I can see the buffalo bulls trotting forward,

stupid and fierce-looking, but not dangerous unless molested,

while they gaze from under their brow-armour of horn at the

first white man they have ever seen. I can see wild hounds, with

their ears pricked forward, leaping up above the grass to see

what had shot at the buffalo they were chasing.

"I was immensely interested in your description of these same

wild hounds. And what a lesson you incidentally give as to the

wisdom of refraining from dogmatizing about things that

observers see differently. That experience of yours about

running into the pack of wild hounds, which, nevertheless, as

you point out, often run down antelopes that no horse can run

down, is most extraordinary. I am equally struck by what you say

as to the men who have run down cheetahs on horseback. Judging

from what Sir Samuel Baker saw for instance, cheetahs must be

able to go at least two feet to a horse's one for half a mile or

so. I wonder if it is not possible that the men who succeeded in

running them down were able to get a clear chase of two or three

miles so as to wind them. If different observers had recorded

the two sets of facts you give as to the speed of the wild

hounds under different conditions, a great many people would

have jumped to the conclusion that one of the two observers,

whose stories seemed mutually contradictory, must have been

telling what was not so.

"Let me thank you again for the real pleasure you have given me

by sending me these articles. Now do go on and write that book.

Buxton and I and a great many other men can write ordinary books

of trips in which we kill a few sheep or goat or bear or elk or

deer; but nobody can write the natural history of big game as

you can."

Selous' intimacy with the President was of that charming character which

unfortunately we now only associate with early Victorian days. They

wrote real letters to one another of that heart-to-heart nature which

only two men absorbed in similar tastes, and actuated by a similar

intellectual outlook, can send as tributes of mind to mind. Such letters

are ever a joy to the recipient; but once Selous seems to have

over-expressed his concern, when the President was attacked and wounded

by a would-be assassin. The answer is both characteristic and amusing.

"My dear Selous, I could not help being a little amused by your

statement that my 'magnificent behaviour, splendid pluck and

great constitutional strength have made a great impression.'

Come, come, old elephant-hunter and lion-hunter! Down at the

bottom of your heart you must have a better perspective of my

behaviour after being shot. Modern civilisation, indeed, I

suppose all civilization is rather soft; and I suppose the

average political orator, or indeed the average sedentary broker

or banker or business-man or professional man, especially if

elderly, is much overcome by being shot or meeting with some

other similar accident, and feels very sorry for himself and

thinks he has met with an unparalleled misfortune; but the

average soldier or sailor in a campaign or battle, even the

average miner or deep-sea fisherman or fireman or policeman, and

of course the average hunter of dangerous game, would treat both

my accident and my behaviour after the accident as entirely

matter of course. It was nothing like as nerve-shattering as

your experience with the elephant that nearly got you, or as

your experience with more than one lion and more than one

buffalo. The injury itself was not as serious as your injury the

time that old four-bore gun was loaded twice over by mistake;

and as other injuries you received in the hunting-field."

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