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glory of the sunsets. Wyoming is still the best 
place for wapiti, and Colorado for mule deer, while 
Montana is better for sheep and goats than any 
other State, but the protecting arm of the law may 
be thrown around them at any time. 
There is not much excuse for some of these 
chapters, excepting an honest desire to give the ex- 
periences of short trips whether successful or oth- 
erwise—the rough with the smooth, as it were. 
The record of a trip to Idaho, which was a perfect 
blank, and of killing a wapiti cow, and a spike bull 
in Wyoming, are nothing to be proud of, but the 
man who to-day takes his rifle and blankets to the 
woods must find enjoyment in more than the actual 
taking of life. Our neolithic ancestors were all 
hunters. In days of old a man either hunted or 
starved. As the product of the chase provided 
food and raiment, and as these constituted all his 
earthly assets the best sportsman was a prosperous 
member of the community, with a happy neolithic 
wife, as well gowned as she could expect to be in 
those simple pre-Worthan days. 
A love of the wilds and of travel so often go with 
the sporting instinct that, as a class, sportsmen are 
considered unsettled by their unsympathetic 
neighbours. The founder of this fraternity—Nim- 
rod—be it remembered, was the only one of his 
family who became sufficiently prominent in any 
walk of life to have his success chronicled. We 
are told that he was a mighty hunter. If we look 
over his genealogical records, we soon find that he 
came by his tastes honestly, as his grandfather 
