NIMROD 



NiMROD he was a hunter in the days of long ago, 

 Caring little for things of state, Httle for things of show; 

 When the unenlightened around him squabbled for 



wealth or fame 

 Nimrod fled to the forests and gave himself up to 



Game. 



I Ve never been told what jungles old Nimrod called his 



own, 

 Or studied the "Sportsman's Record" he scratched on a 



shoulder-bone; 

 I have n't heard what he shot with nor even what game he 



slew. 

 But I know he was fore-forefather to fellows hke me and 



you. 



He stood to the roaring tiger, he stood to the charging 

 gaur; 



His was the love of the hunting which is more than the 

 lust of war; 



He knew the troubles of tracking, the business of camps 

 and kits. 



And the pleasure that pays for the pain of all — the ulti- 

 mate shot that hits. 



Now I've nowhere seen it stated, but I'm certain the 

 thing occurred, 



