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animal is seldom explored, for it needs a heart to 
explore it. She bears and tigresses have been robbed 
of their cubs, but who has waited by their cubs to see 
them return and fondle them? To do so might be 
both dangerous and difficult ; but what danger is not 
undergone, what difficulty is not overcome, when 
merely to kill is the object? The zoologist of the 
future should be a different kind of man altogether : 
the present one is not worthy of the name. He 
should go out with glasses and notebook, prepared 
to see and to think. He should stalk the gorilla, 
follow up the track of the elephant, steal on the bear, 
get to windward of the moose or antelope, and lie in 
wait for the tiger returning to his k7//, but it should 
be to biographise these animals, not to shoot them. 
The real naturalist should be a Boswell, and every 
creature should be, for him, a Dr. Johnson. He should 
think of nothing but his hero’s doings; he should 
love a beast and hate a gun. That is the naturalist 
that I believe in, or that 1 would believe in if ever he 
appeared on earth ; and I would rather found a school 
of such than establish a triumphant religion, or make 
the bloodiest war that ever delighted a people or rolled 
a statesman into Westminster Abbey. Every man 
has his ambition. To make a naturalist who shall use 
neither a gun nor a cabinet, is mine. 
Some men have strange ambitions, I have one: 
To make a naturalist without a gun. 
“ Pretty, i’ faith.” 
