Young Hunters 



creatures are shot and trapped and speared 

 every season for their skins, worth a dime or 

 so, like shooting boys and girls for their 

 garments. 



Surely a better time must be drawing nigh 

 when godlike human beings will become truly 

 humane, and learn to put their animal fellow 

 mortals in their hearts instead of on their 

 backs or in their dinners. In the mean time we 

 may just as well as not learn to live clean, 

 innocent lives instead of slimy, bloody ones. 

 All hale, red-blooded boys are savage, the best 

 and boldest the savagest, fond of hunting and 

 fishing. But when thoughtless childhood is 

 past, the best rise the highest above all this 

 bloody flesh and sport business, the wild foun- 

 dational animal dying out day by day, as divine 

 uplifting, transfiguring charity grows in. ~ 



Hares and rabbits were seldom seen when 

 we first settled in the Wisconsin woods, but they 

 multiplied rapidly after the animals that 

 preyed upon them had been thinned out or 

 exterminated, and food and shelter supplied 

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