fje THE WILDERNESS HUNTER, 



Of my hunting companions some are alive; 

 others — among them my staunch and valued 

 friend, Will Dow, and crabbed, surly old 

 Hank Griffen — are dead ; while yet others 

 have drifted away, and I know not what has 

 become of them. 



I have made no effort to indicate the best 

 kind of camp kit for hunting, for the excellent 

 reason that it depends so much upon the kind 

 of trip taken, and upon the circumstances of 

 the person taking it. The hunting trip may 

 be made with a pack-train, or with a wagon, 

 or with a canoe, or on foot ; and the hunter 

 may have half a dozen attendants, or he may 

 go absolutely alone. I have myself made trips 

 under all of these circumstances. At times I 

 have gone with two or three men, several tents 

 and an elaborate apparatus for cooking, caser 

 of canned goods, and the like. On the othes 

 hand, I have made trips on horseback, with 

 nothing whatsoever beyond what I had on, 

 save my oil-skin slicker, a metal cup, and 

 some hardtack, tea, and salt in the saddle 

 pockets ; and I have gone for a week or two's 

 journey on foot, carrying on my shoulders my 

 blanket, a frying-pan, some salt, a little flour, 

 a small chunk of bacon, and a hatchet. So it 

 is with dress. The clothes should be stout, of 

 a neutral tint; the hat should be soft, without 

 too large a brim ; the shoes heavy, and the 

 soles studded with small nails, save when 

 moccasins ornrubber-soled shoes are worn; 

 but within these limits there is room for plenty 

 of variation. Avoid, however, the so-called 



