Trapping Wild Animals 

 in Malay Jungles 



I" T was the lure of the circus the tug that every 

 boy feels when a show comes to town that 

 started me on my career as a collector of wild 

 animals. I use the word collector rather than 

 hunter, because hunting gives the idea of killing 

 and, in my business, a dead animal is no animal at 

 all. In fact, the mere hunting of the animals was 

 simply the beginning of my work, and the task of 

 capturing them uninjured was far more thrilling 

 than standing at a distance and pulling a trigger. 

 And then, when animals were safely in the net or 

 stockade, came the job of taking them back through 

 the jungle to the port where they could be sold. 

 It was often a case of continuous performance until 

 I stood on the dock and saw the boats steam away 

 with the cages aboard. And I wasn't too sure of 

 the success of my expedition even then, because the 

 animals I had yanked from the jungle might die 

 before they reached their destination. 



I was nearly seventeen when Sells Brothers' Cir- 

 cus came to Binghamton, New York, where I was 



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