American Big Game in its Haunts 



the forest that in the hunting season much of it 

 must be abandoned by the deer, who are perfectly 

 cognizant of their danger, and, with somewhat of 

 aid from man, are quite capable of taking care of 

 themselves. 



After visiting these southern reserves, I out- 

 fitted at Redstone Park, above Visalia, in the San 

 Joaquin Valley, and cruised through the Sequoia 

 National Park, among the big trees, at that time 

 patrolled by colored soldiers under the able com- 

 mand of Captain Young, an officer who possesses 

 the distinction of being the only negro graduate 

 of West Point, I believe, now holding a commis- 

 sion in the United States Army. The impression 

 produced by the giant Sequoias is one of increas- 

 ing effect as the time among them is extended. In 

 their province the world has nothing to offer more 

 majestic and more satisfying than these trees; one 

 must live among them to come fully beneath their 

 charm. 



Since the National Parks and military reser- 

 vations are already game refuges, it was of 

 importance that I should see the Mt. Whitney 

 Military Reservation, and for this purpose I 

 crossed the Sierra Reserve, through broad tracts 

 suitable for Game Refuges, thus acquiring 

 ^familiarity with a large and most interesting sec- 



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