TWO DIANAS 

 IN ALASKA 



CHAPTER I 



WE SET OUT FOR ALASKA 



Come, let's go together 



Cymbeline 



Danger shall seem sport, and I will go 



Twelfth Night 



MY last book, which was the record of a shooting 

 trip in Somaliland, has just been returned to me by 

 a lady to whom I gave a copy, as she said she " didn't 

 like so much killing." Are we not all killing crea- 

 tures every day? In savage and animal life it is 

 done as a matter of course, and if one wants to 

 describe savage life the killing cannot be left out. 

 My friend shudders at my slaying a rhinoceros, but 

 manages to eat part of an unfortunate sheep im- 

 mediately afterwards. I wonder if the good lady's 

 words ring true. She may be right, and books on 

 sport and adventure are only for men and boys, the 

 sterner sex. If, therefore, you, reader o' mine, should 

 regard all forms of taking life as unwomanly, read 

 no more. An you do, it is on your own head. We 

 went to Alaska to shoot, and we shot. Perhaps I 



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