A VOYAGE AROUND THE ROOM 



such things, but though not necessary, nevertheless 

 it may be quite as desirable. 



When it comes to firearms today, you shall see 

 many a man, owner of more sorts and conditions of 

 firearms than his grandfather would have dreamed 

 of having about him. It is a day of science and 

 progress in weapons. We care little for the means 

 of increasing and preserving the wild life of our 

 country, but as to things for killing off the game, we 

 are equipped as no other people in the world ever 

 have been. 



Among the rifles in your own den you have, no 

 doubt, the latest high-power arms. If you were 

 obliged to go out grizzly hunting with no better 

 tools than those carried by Lewis and Clark, you 

 probably would not go at all. Your own battery 

 probably includes the heaviest repeating arms, and 

 also the most modern high-power small bores. 



In the old days neither white man nor red would 

 have dreamed of owning such rifles as we have 

 today. Here, for instance, is that quaint volume 

 of tremendous lies written by old Jim Beckwourth, 

 who lived among the Crow Indians in the early 

 part of the last century. Beckwourth got so he 

 could use a bow and arrow as well as an Indian. 

 Here are a pair of old buffalo arrows hanging on 

 the wall. The owner got them from old Plenty 



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