CHAPTER VII 

 WILD HUNTING COMPANIONS 



IN the days when I Hved and worked on a 

 cattle-ranch, on the Little Missouri, I usu- 

 ally hunted alone; and, if not, my com- 

 panion was one of the cow-hands, unless I was 

 taking out a guest from the East. On some 

 of my regular hunting trips in the Rockies I 

 went with one or more of my ranch-hands — 

 who were valued friends and fellow workers. 

 On others of these trips I went with men who 

 were either temporarily, like John Willis, or per- 

 manently, like Tazewell Woody and John Goff, 

 professional guides and hunters. In Africa I 

 sometimes hunted with some of the settlers, and 

 often alone or with my son Kermit; but even 

 more frequently with either Cunningham or 

 Tarlton, the former for many years a profes- 

 sional elephant hunter, and the latter by choice 

 and preference a lion hunter. Both of them, 

 I think I may say, became permanently my 

 friends as the result of the trip. 



Often, however, my companions were not 

 white men, but either half-breeds and people 



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