Behind Iron Bars 



see how they appeal to anybody. 

 And now you big game hunters and 

 all others who find " sport" or pleasure 

 or satisfaction or something else in 

 killing, not for food, but in cold blood, 

 creatures having the same right to 

 live that you claim for yourself, I 

 insist upon a reading of the following 

 from the pen of John Muir, the famous 

 explorer of wild places, mountaineer, 

 geologist and fascinating writer. And 

 I want you to read it to the very last 

 sentence. It may be found in "The 

 Cruise of the Corwin:" 



"The grand excitement of the day, apart 

 from the untrodden shore we were seeking, 

 was caused by three polar bears, magnificent 

 fellows, fat and hearty, rejoicing in their 

 strength out here in the bosom of the icy wilder- 

 ness. When discovered, they were regarding us 

 attentively from a large cake of ice, each on a 

 hummock commanding a good view of the 

 ship, an object they no doubt saw for the first 

 time in their lives. One of them was perched 

 on top of a pile of blocks, the topmost of which 

 was a pedestal square and level as if built up 



