THE STORY OF AN OUTING 



Go hungry and cold like the wolf, 



Go wade like the crane, 

 The palms of your hands will thicken, 



The skin of your forehead tan, 

 You'll be ragged and swarthy and weary, 



But you'll walk like a man." 



HAMLIN GARLAND. 



or manly boy seeks sport seasoned with 

 , whether of wave or swirfirrg-rapkls, 

 towering mount or treacherous drift, terrific antler or 

 crushing fang the desire is irresistible to try one's 

 strength, or rather one's skill and power of endurance, 

 against the various defenses of dangerous animals, 

 oppose one's knowledge of their habits against their 

 cunning, practise the "long day's patience," long con- 

 tinued, until the supreme moment, when eye and gun 

 and game in straight alignment render possible the 

 transfer of spotted hide or antlered front to the walls of 

 your city home. 



And the White Gods, too, are calling and opening 

 the eyes of mankind to the wonders and beauties of the 

 great open world. From pole to tropic, from equator to 

 pole, landscape, flora, and fauna are pinioned by the 

 lens and reproduced with absolute accuracy in all 

 respects save color, and we are on the verge of mastering 

 color. These pictures are spread upon the pages of 

 current publications or thrown upon screens for the 

 education and entertainment of all. The camera in- 

 vades the haunts of his royal highness, "the king of 

 beasts," the great "tuskers," and from mastodon to mar- 

 mot the doings of wild life are reproduced. Comfort- 

 ably seated in a theater in New York one may see the 



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