section of it which maligns the Wild 

 Ones. A word should be said for 

 them. I have camped in a region 

 where bears prowled unceasingly, 

 where the smaller fourfoots, wolves, 

 foxes, lynxes, knew very well of my 

 presence. A mountain lion once 

 walked half way around my bed as 

 I lay peacefully sleeping, his nose not 

 a hand's breadth from mine, as the 

 great padded tracks next morning 

 amply testified. I had much time 

 to study them, as the very smell of 

 their owner had stampeded the 

 horses miles away. Hundreds of 

 antelope, deer, wapiti, caribou I 

 have seen and have never been in 

 danger from them unless they were 

 being molested and therefore on 

 the defensive. In short the wild 

 animals are no longer a menace to 

 peaceful man. 



The real dangers of the wilds that 

 have seriously threatened my life 

 were a common bull, and a little 

 creature no bigger than a thumb- 

 nail a yellow- jacket wasp! 



Rarely if ever does a dangerous 

 wild animal in the woods "hit first," 

 and having said this for the wild 



