A PLEA FOR PROTECTION
[Illustration: A Delightful Place]
As I loiter along the banks of a sylvan stream about the first of April,
looking for the return of some of the feathery tribe, there falls upon
my ears a sound, hoarse and grating as described by ornithologists, but
to my ears most pleasant, for it tells me that a fine bird, the belted
kingfisher (_Ceryle alcyon_), has arrived for the season. With his crest
plainly visible, in strong flight he is following the course of the
winding creek. This highly original character is the only member of the
kingfisher family in our part of the country. Yet there is little or no
protection extended to him by law. It would be a calamity indeed if he
were eliminated from the scenery of the wooded banks, the tossing
rapids, and the still pool at the foot of the falls. Here the silvery
spray contributes a weird touch to the scene as the "lone fisherman"
hovers for an instant, then with a spiral sweep makes a plunge,
disappears for a second, comes up with his finny prey, and takes his
rapid flight to some old limb, where he consumes the fish at leisure. I
have never heard a word against this striking bird, except on one
occasion when a friend, who is the proud owner of a lily pond,
complained about one of them making visits to poach on his goldfish. The
legislation permitting their slaughter was passed, I presume, in the
sole interest of the fisherman. Surely this stately bird should not be
exterminated; its chief diet is minnows and small fry, fish rejected by
the angler except for use as bait. To my mind the species is at present
in serious danger of becoming extinct and should be protected.
[Illustration: Caught (Note the minnow in his beak.)]
I was quite anxious to get a few pictures before he passed into history.
So one bright summer day, selecting a pool previously observed to be
much frequented, I constructed a blind out of boughs and weeds on the
bank three or four feet away from an old root where I had seen the birds
alight as they patrolled up and down the stream. Truly "the watched pot
never boils." After waiting three or four hours I heard a rattling
call, a splash, and through my peephole saw his lordship perched,
dripping wet, on the very spot on which I had trained the camera. The
shutter clicked, but it might as well have "clacked" for he was
instantly alert; I was discovered, and away went the kingfisher,
rattling as though in defiance. In the short instant of his sojourn,
however, my purpose was accomplished. Only the person who has had this
or a similar hobby can appreciate my delight when I developed the film
and found it had caught the fisherman with the small fry in his beak.
In building their nest Mr. and Mrs. Ceryle select some high embankment
where they excavate a small tunnel from three to six feet long, widened
at the far end into a chamber perhaps fourteen inches in diameter. Here
the silvery-white eggs are deposited usually on the bare floor. They
frequently build their nest in a bank whose base is washed by the waters
of a stream. On one occasion we opened a hole about half its length and
could see eggs in the chamber. Bridging over the excavation with sticks
and leaves, we returned in about a week, opened it up, and found the old
bird on the eggs incubating. We replaced the sticks and leaves without
disturbing the bird, and the following week the young were hatched. We
thought our opportunity to photograph a kingfisher family had arrived.
As the birds were too small to remove from the nest, we left them until
the next week, when they were still too young to pose well. Upon our
visit a week later, the nest was to all appearances undisturbed as we
had left it, but an examination disclosed that it was empty save for the
partly decomposed body of a half-fledged young bird. Whether the rest of
the brood had fared forth into the world and this one, a weakling or
cripple perhaps, had been put to death or deserted, or whether some dire
fate had fallen upon the entire household, remains to us an unsolved
mystery.
Another bird that is unprotected by our law makers is the green heron
(_Butorides virescens_). For weeks we had been studying the habits of
one of these birds and had about decided on the location of a blind or
ambush for photographing. One day we saw our little friend rise from the
pool where we had so often found him, and take to wing with neck
stretched forward and legs backward, in one continuous line. He
disappeared around a bend in the stream and presently we heard the
report of a shotgun. I thought, perhaps audibly, "Good-bye, little
heron, good-bye!" Sure enough, in a few minutes we met a party of three
or four coming towards us with their guns, and a little later came to
the place where the shots had been fired. There was the object of our
study floating lifeless on the surface of the water, with wings spread
out, not in flight, but in death. I deplored the untimely end of the
little bird. While looking at his lifeless form I was startled by the
appearance of a stranger, who seemed more than casually interested. As I
talked with him about the death of the heron we heard the report of a
gun several times, and I have no doubt each report rang out the death
knell of one of our feathered friends. The stranger proved to be an
officer of the law. I was anxious to have him prosecute the person who
killed the heron, but he pulled out a copy of the statute that
specifically permitted the deed. I was sorry to learn that such an act
had been passed. As with the kingfisher so with the heron; it is of
economic value in that it devours a great number of destructive insects,
as well as crayfish, small water fry, and frogs.
Of the game birds, the ruffed grouse (_Bonasa umbellus_) is far superior
to all others and well able to take care of itself against its most
deadly foe--the breech-loading shotgun in the hands of a crack shot. He
is more than a match for all comers. He outwits the most carefully
trained setters, and only the old dogs after years of experience can
take him unawares. At times, when flushed, grouse will alight on a limb
of a tall tree, squatting near the trunk, where they remain unobserved,
and this ruse frequently accounts for the dogs being unable to find the
bird again. An "educated" bird will ofttimes "jump" from cover, make a
bee-line for a tree, pass around it and continue its flight, thus hidden
from sight until beyond gun reach. I have had a staunch point along a
stake and rider fence--a flush, a whirr, leaves flying in every
direction, and lo! the bird in flight passes between two rails of the
fence and continues on the wing up the other side until out of sight. At
times I have been fairly successful, occasionally making a "double,"
then again, obliged to return home after a hard day's hunt without a
single bird. Hunting grouse in western Pennsylvania is a noble sport,
one that requires strong endurance, a good dog, and skillful shooting to
out-general the cunning, crafty fowl, who is a problem for most hunters.
How it stirs one's admiration to see the old dog, after "rhoding"
backward and forward, take a trail, follow carefully, head erect,
nostrils expanded, and every nerve at its highest tension in
anticipation of a point! But the bird is running and ere the point is
made, a whirr at the crest of the hill draws the eye, and behold! he is
a-wing, sailing over the ravine to the other ridge.
[Illustration: Nest and Eggs of Ruffed Grouse]
In the month of April the drumming of an old cock-bird can be heard a
long way off, like the muffled beating of a bass drum, beginning soft
and slow, then louder and faster until it reaches the highest pitch,
and, receding, gradually dies away in the distance. He continues his
love call, as some think it, for a considerable time, and if you
approach carefully you may see him on an old log, strutting about like a
pea-fowl, his tail expanded, erect, and in a semicircle, his head thrown
back and his glossy black ruffs spread to their full extent, like the
crimped and fluted adornment of the days of "Queen Bess." About the
middle of May he does not drum so much, for the courtship is over and
his lady is "sitting" on the nest beside some old log, where she lays as
many as fifteen creamy-white eggs in a little depression lined with a
few dried leaves and grass. Their color harmonizes so nicely with the
surroundings that it is almost impossible to see them. Grouse seem to
understand the law of protective coloration, and will not flush from the
nest until they are sure they have been discovered. Whether
deliberately, I do not pretend to say, but frequently, as she rises from
the nest, the hen grouse with her wings stirs the leaves so that they
fall upon and partly conceal the eggs. When once disturbed she will not
let you get so close again. As soon as the young are hatched they will
run to hide, while the mother bird is feigning all kinds of decrepitude
to attract your attention from the cute little brownish fluffs of
feather scampering here and there for cover. I once knew a farmer boy
who found a nest, took the eggs home, and put them under a hen. In due
time they hatched out. How pretty, cute, and interesting were the little
birds, and how the foster-mother strutted about, undoubtedly proud of
her chicks! But ere long the little creatures, wild by nature, died for
want of proper food and the maternal care required by their kind.
Quite different from the grouse in many respects is the other member of
the same family, the bobwhite (_Colinus virginianus_), the first a
woodland bird, the other a dweller in the fields. It is fascinating to
follow a well trained dog as he jumps the rail fence, and if the wind is
not favorable, slowly and carefully follows the fence line for fear of
flushing the covey. When he gets to windward he increases his gait and
"rhodes" backward and forward through the stubble until he gets a whiff
of the odor so familiar to the experienced dog; then according to the
strength of the scent he puts on the brakes. I have seen old Fan stop so
suddenly that she turned a somersault, then recover herself sheepishly,
if that term may be applied by way of accommodation to as brave a
hunter as she.
[Illustration: Not Certain]
Quail are easy marks for the hunter. Usually they "roost" in a stubble
field in a circle, heads outward, and thus they keep warmer during the
cold weather. I have known pot-hunters to shoot into a covey in the
early morning before they began to feed, killing almost every one.
[Illustration: Photo by W. S. Bell. A Sure Point]
It is rare sport to start out with the dogs on a November morning after
a fall of snow, light, but sufficient to show the footprints--three toes
in front, one behind. By this time the birds are strong of flight and
at their best. After "heeling" the dogs, the trail is followed. The
birds will separate and run hither and thither, always, however, coming
together again so that their tracks cross and recross each other over
the field. Snow always makes the birds wild, and invariably when feeding
they will take to flight long before the dogs are near enough to make a
point. A good dog takes the stubble field with the wind in his favor.
Getting a fresh scent as the birds are feeding he throws his head and
tail in the air and "rhodes" on. Occasionally the bird will run a short
distance before taking to wing; then the dog shows his lack of training
by running helter-skelter as the hunter shouts, "Steady, steady, old
girl!" or "old boy"; or if well trained, the noble fellow returns with
his tail between his legs, as much as to say to his master: "It was not
my fault they wouldn't lie to cover; it wasn't my fault; give me another
chance!" The humane master cautions his dog to be careful; the brute
probably kicks his dog unmercifully, and all because of lack of
knowledge on his part. If he had understood his dog he would have known
from its actions that the birds were feeding in the cornfield where
there was not much shelter, and that if time had been given them they
would have found cover and the old dog would have made a beautiful
point. The birds in the beginning of the open season will not make a
long flight, but pitch abruptly over handy cover, such as an old fence
grown with briars, elder, and grass. The dogs follow the windward side
with nostrils dilated and the delicate membrane of their olfactory
nerves detects the whereabouts of the little feathered creature
concealed in a tuft of grass or a bunch of leaves. When the briars are
real thick occasionally the little bird does not take to wing easily,
but in great alarm runs about, neck extended, tail expanded, and crest
erect, calling "peep, peep," as though loath to leave cover.
[Illustration: Orchard Nest of Mourning Dove]
Frequently when the dogs are working a stubble field they put to flight
small flocks of turtle doves (_Zenaidura macroura_). Although these are
scarcely gregarious, they like to mingle together in the fall. They
visit the fields to glean a few grains of corn or wheat left after the
harvest. On taking to wing they make a whistling noise similar to that
of a flight of American golden-eye ducks, and beat a hurried course to
the top limb of some old dead tree, where they spread their fan-like
tails just before lighting, then meekly turn their heads to take in the
situation. Many of the birds are shot over the dogs in this way. Their
flesh is considered a great delicacy by some would-be sportsmen. In the
nesting time they separate in pairs through the woods, fields, and
orchards, building in every conceivable place according to fancy.
Measured by the usual standards, their flimsy nests are several sizes
too small for the owner. When you approach their home the bird drops to
the ground and feigns a crippled condition to entice you away, always
careful, however, to keep just beyond your reach.
[Illustration: Two Little Turtle-Doves]
The nest shown in the accompanying photograph was happily located upon a
broad slab of bark that had fallen from a locust tree and was curiously
lodged some feet off the ground among the branches of undergrowth. Here
a few straggling pieces of dried grass, sufficient merely to prevent the
eggs from rolling off, formed the nest. To one coming up the hill after
inspection of a beautifully constructed vireo's nest in the woods below,
the first impression would be that this crude affair could not be the
handiwork of so neat and orderly-looking a bird as the dove on the tree
nearby; but alas! fine feathers do not make fine birds, nor do good
clothes make good housekeepers. No better illustration of this is needed
than the sight of a dove's nest with the eggs or young in it.
Thus in our rambles from the opening of spring until the winter snows,
we come upon a great variety of feathered friends--some esteemed for
their beauty, some for their flesh, some esteemed little or not at all,
and yet each one has its place in the general system of creation, each
one has its individuality and its own peculiar characteristics so well
adapted to the sphere in which it moves. The question often comes to us:
Is it for man to say that any of these birds shall be deprived of the
law's protection merely because their habits of life do not appeal to
him? A brief study of the question from an economic point of view, aside
from the æsthetic, leads us to hope that the time is not far distant
when the several States will afford a uniform protection to all of the
native fowls of the air, regardless of whether they be game birds, song
birds, or "other" birds, at least until such time as a long-continued
investigation will prove beyond a doubt that the restriction of the
numbers of any species is of substantive value from an economic
standpoint.
POSTSCRIPT
With the hope that it may be the means of increasing the love of nature,
and thereby adding to the joys of life, this little book is given to the
public.
Laws for the preservation of birds and animals, more than any others,
need behind them a sensitive public opinion. With this, the law itself
is almost forgotten in its general observance, while without this
support a breach of the law comes in time to take on something of virtue
instead of crime. Whatever tends to spread the knowledge of nature, and
consequently the love of it, makes it harder for the man who _kills_,
either for the mere zest of it, for vanity or for purely commercial
reasons, and thus each convert becomes, in a limited sense at least, a
game warden.
To the lover of Nature, the whole animal and plant world is the quest.
Unlimited time can be spent in photographing insects, birds' nests and
birds, endeavoring to catch and display the butterfly on the particular
plant from which it loves to extract the nectar, the bird's nest in the
tree or the bush in its natural surroundings, the old setter on a
staunch point among the stubble; thus by pictorial notes reproducing
various events in natural history and creating an interest in the study
of botany, entomology, and ornithology--in fact, preserving all the
conditions that make up the attraction for outdoor recreation, which the
American people so much need. By this indirect method many come to be so
instructed in the rudiments of nature that they are led to see in life a
myriad of interesting things which they could not otherwise enjoy, and
the book of Nature, hitherto sealed to the hurrying multitude, becomes
an open volume to those who, turning aside from the rush of modern life,
bring to its reading a sympathetic mind and an ear attuned to catch the
melodious voices, and so,
"This our life, exempt from public haunts,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."
INDEX
A
Afognak Island, 72
Akuton Pass, 76
Anecdotes:
Father Duncan's story, 9
Indian legend of totem, 20
Primitive surgery, 58
Annette Island, 6
Aurora Borealis, 170
B
Barabara, Indian, 107
Baranoff Island, 28
Bath à la Wilderness, 128, 173, 174
Bay of Islands, 184, 221
Bear feeding, 57
at camp, 61
catching, 102
glacier, 62
grizzly, vitality of, 104
Kadiak, 81
size of, 116
trailing, 95, 98, 114, 117
Beaver, 189, 209, 217
Bee's nest, 148
Bell, Mr., 146
Benjamin Creek, 156
Berries, 30
blueberries, 150, 165
bunchberries, 212
partridge berries, 166
salmon-berries, 165
strawberries, 3, 30
Bidarka, 21, 116
Birch, 167, 203, 206, 211
Bird lime, 281
Birds:
albatross, black-footed, 29
American golden-eye, 197, 319
American goldfinch, 277
American redstart, 278, 293-296
belted kingfisher, 305-309
blue-gray gnat-catchers, 274
bobwhite, 303, 314
brown thrasher, 298
Canada geese, 59
Canada jays, 207
cardinals, 248, 250
chewinks, 302
cliff swallows, 284
cormorants, 144
cowbird, 257, 261, 279
crane, sandhill, 183
crossbill, 179, 180
crows, 82, 118
cuckoo, yellow-billed, 303
eagles, 27, 82, 88, 111, 118
fish ducks, 50
flickers, 264, 298
"gony," 29
great horned owl, 240
great northern diver, 169
greater scaup-duck, 65
grouse, 169, 310, 313
Canada, 131
gulls, 52, 66, 70, 80, 140, 186, 218
harlequin ducks, 112
heron, great blue, 27
green, 268, 310
herring gulls, 94, 186
indigo bunting, 255
kingfisher, 203-216, 305, 310
kittiwakes, 109
loon, 170, 186, 188, 216
magpies, 86
merganser, 193, 216, 218
red-breasted, 50
Mother Carey's chick, 121
osprey, 216
phalaropes, 64
ptarmigan, 99, 104, 152, 158, 166
hawk, 159
quail, 314-316
ravens, 72
red-eyed vireo, 259-320
redpolls, 204
red-wing blackbird, 283
rose-breasted grosbeak, 271, 303
ruby-throated hummingbird, 275
ruffed grouse, 310-313
scarlet tanager, 266
sea-parrot, 91
snipe, 174
sparrow, song, 234, 286-288
white-crowned, 113
white-throated, 209
spotted sandpiper, 192
teal, 59
tern, Arctic, 109
white, 92
thistle-bird, 279
thrush, wood, 288
Wilson's, 196
titlark, 196
tree swallows, 213
tufted titmouse, 254
turtle doves, 318-320
whisky jack, 208
woodpeckers, downy, 277
red-headed, 296, 303
Birds, aquatic, 17
protection of, 321
Black flies, 190
Black snake, 291
Brooks, Alfred H., 2
Bruce, the Steamer, 181
Butterflies:
red-spotted purple, 279
tiger swallow-tail, 214
Bydarky, The, 175
C
Cache, 161
Camera, Auto Graflex, 182
Camp afire, 55
Camping under difficulties, 48, 154, 165, 204
Cape Hinchinbrook, 43
Cape St. Elias, 41
Carlisle Institution, 14
Caribou, 183
Cathedral Rock, 66
Cat hunt, 241
Cheechalker, 127, 128, 131, 145, 173
Church, Russian, 68
Clark, W. E., Governor of Alaska, 3, 15
Columbia glacier, 64
Controller Bay, 41, 42
Cook's Inlet, 176
Coon hunt, 238
Cordova, 44
Creoles, 72
Crevasses, 33
Crossing the stream, 106
Crow's nest, 82, 118
D
Dall's sheep, 146
Deer Lake, 190
Devil's clubs, 146
Dixon's Entrance, 4
Dogs:
catching fish, 52
caught in trap, 58
catching salmon, 53
in action, 226, 232, 240
Duncan, Rev. William, 6-19
E
Economic value of birds, 303
Edgecumbe, Mount, 29
Esau, 127, 130
F
Fairweather Range, 30
Fellow townsman's camp, 171
Ferrets, 224, 226, 234
Fish, black, 17
Fisher, Hon. Walter L., 2
Fishing parties, 182
Flashlight hunting, 197, 243
Flowers:
bluebells, 159
crow's foot, 81
daisies, 159
forget-me-nots, 81, 159
pinks, 82
trailing arbutus, 189
trillium, 286
violets, 159
wild geranium, 159
Fort Liscom, 64
G
Glacier, formation of, 32, 34
Columbia, 34, 64
Malaspina, 41
Muir, 30
Valdez, 44
Gravenna Bay, 47
Greek Church, Russian, 28, 72
Greek priests, 28
Ground hog, 238
Guides, natives as, 125
Gull Island, 109
Gun, modern, 157
H
Hessian fly, 303
Hudson Bay Company, 29
Humber, Lower, 210
Humber River, 190, 214
Humor of Indian guides, 164
I
Ice fields, 32
floe, 22
Icy Straits, 29
Iliamnia, 70
crater of, 176
Indians, 107
barabara, 107
chanting, 163
family, 56
feeding on "porky," 163
how they live, 107
humor of, 164
legend of totems, 20
making snuff, 167
superstitions, 170
tuberculosis among, 14
Infection unknown in Alaska, 126
Italians' camp, 110, 117
J
Jansen, Capt. Michael, 4, 67
Juneau, 24
K
Kadiak bear, 81
Kamlaykas, 117
Katella, 41, 43
Kenai, 124, 175
"hot time" at, 126
Kenai Mountains, 152
Kenai Peninsula, 67
Kenai River, 25, 130, 134
killing moose on, 25
Ketchikan, 4
Knight's Island, 64, 78
Kodak, Eastman, 115
Kodiak Island, 72, 73
village of, 72, 79, 120
L
Lake Skilak, 144
Lighthouses, 4
M
Madonna, picture of, 28
Mandrakes, 301
Marmot, 158, 162
Metlakatla, 6
Moon, illusion of, 170
Moore, Capt., 18
Moose, 148
feeding, 172
in velvet, 162
yards, 168
Moraine, 62
Mosquitos, 131, 132, 136, 191
Mount Edgecumbe, 29
St. Elias, 30-39
St. Logan, 30
"Mushee"--sheep, 164
Muskrat, 216
N
Native boys, 38
Newfoundland, 181
"Nippers," 191
North Sydney, 181
O
Obliterative coloration, 295
Old Twitchen road, 184
Opossum, 244, 245
P
Papooses, 21
Petersburg, 21
Photographing natives, 36-38
Pine trees, 206
Porcupine, 163
"Porky," 140
Port aux Basques, 181
Portland, Steamer, 18
Postscript, 322
Pot hunters, 315
Preservation of species, 159
Prince William Sound, 43
Protection of birds, 321
Protective coloration, 313
Q
Quicksand, experience in, 63
R
Rabbits, hunting, 223-235
Raccoon hunt, 241, 242
Raft, constructing, 187
Redoubt crater, 176
Resurrection Bay, 66, 67
S
Salmon, 48
catching, 53, 54
eggs of, 54
feeding, 215
gulls picking out eyes of, 53
hordes of, 50
humpback, 48
spawning, 51
Salt lick, 172
Seal, 17
Seal Cove, 218
Sea Lion Rocks, 67
Seals, baby, 220
breeding grounds, 220
characteristics of, 220
Seldovia, 68, 123, 173, 179
Seward, 68
Shanghai, 166
Sheep, 152
Dall's, 157
Sheep Creek, 96
Shellicoff Straits, 71
Shiras, George III, 156
Sitka, 27, 29
Slaughter of game, 25
Snow-slide, 96
Snow storm, 100
Snuff making, 167
"Sourdough," 127, 130, 153
Stranger in camp, 140
Sycamores, 247
T
Tenderfoot, 123, 131, 132, 153
Tom, 296
after flickers, 264
Totem poles, 19, 35
family register, 19
laparotomy, 22
legend of, 19
symbolical of, 19
witch doctor, 22
Treadwell Mines, 24
Trees,
balsam, 184
birch, 146
cottonwood, 146
fir, 184
pine, 206
spruce, 146
white, value of, 211
sycamores, 247
Trout, as food, 205, 216
food of, 213, 215
Turnagain Bay, 175
U
Unalaska, 76
V
Vaccination, 181
Valdez, 44
flood at, 44, 64
leaving, 54
Vancouver Island, 4
W
Whale, 66
White sheep, 152, 156, 157
Wrangel Narrows, 16, 17, 26
port of, 18
Y
Yakutat, 34
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welcomed as contributing to raise the literary prestige of the
country all over the world."--_N. Y. Tribune._
"One of the rare books which sportsmen will be glad to add to their
libraries.... Mr. Roosevelt may rank with Scrope, Lloyd, Harris, St.
John, and half a dozen others, whose books will always be among the
sporting classics."--_London Saturday Review._
The Wilderness Hunter
With an Account of the Big Game of the United States and its Chase with
Horse, Hound, and Rifle
=Standard Library Edition.= With illustrations by Remington, Frost,
Sandham, Eaton, Beard, and others. 8^o. $2.50.
=Alleghany Edition.= Printed on high-grade Old Chester-Laid, containing
many rare old Western views and portraits, secured and specially
engraved for this edition. 8^o. Full buckram, gilt top, $5.00.
=Dakota Edition.= 2 vols. Crown 8^o, with frontispieces. Cloth, gilt
top, full gilt back. Each, $1.50.
=Sagamore Edition.= 2 vols., with frontispieces. Cloth, 16^o. Each, 50
cents.
"A book which breathes the spirit of the wilderness and presents a
vivid picture of the phase of American life which is rapidly passing
away, with clear, incisive force."--_New York Literary News._
"For one who intends to go a-hunting in the West this book is
invaluable. One may rely upon its information. But it has better
qualities. It is good reading for anybody, and people who never hunt
and never will are sure to derive pleasure from its account of that
part of the United States, relatively small, which is still a
wilderness."--_New York Times._
G. P. Putnam's Sons
New York London
"A thoroughly enjoyable sportsman's book." _N. Y. Sun_
Hunting Big Game
with Gun and with Kodak
A Record of Personal Experience in the United States, Canada, and Old
Mexico
By William S. Thomas
Author of Trails and Tramps in Alaska and Newfoundland
_Octavo, 240 pages. With 70 Illustrations from Original Photographs by
the Author. Net, $2.00. By mail, $2.20_
The author makes a sportsmanlike plea for the use of a camera rather
than rifle in the quest of big game. The appeal cannot fail to reach
the hearts of all those who are interested in preserving the life of
wild animals rather than unmercifully slaughtering them with modern
firearms. Mr. Thomas procures as much pleasure from his humane
method of hunting as does the so-called "sportsman" whose chief
desire is to kill.
The territory covered in the book is not only remarkable for its
extent, but also for the vivid and picturesque descriptions of every
locality visited. The remarkable kodak pictures give one interesting
glimpses of large game in their native haunts from Canada to Mexico.
"=Every chapter is lively, diverting, and full of good things. The
illustrations are as interesting as they are varied in
scope.="--_Pittsburg Times._
G. P. Putnam's Sons
New York London
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TRANSCRIBER NOTES:
Words contained within underscores (i.e. _March, 1913_) indicated
words in italics in the original.
Words contained within equal symbols (i.e. =Every chapter=) indicate
words in bold in the original.
Archaic, alternate and misspellings of words have been retained to
match the original work with the exception of those listed below.
Missing punctuation has been added and obvious punctuation errors
have been corrected.
Page 309: "examinanation" changed to "examination" (but an
examination disclosed that it was empty).
Page 335: "willderness" changed to "wilderness" (which is still a
wilderness).