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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Nov. 25, 1905. 
had the horse hitched up and were on our way to the 
depot, where Henry divided the game, giving me the 
goose and taking ten ducks. I certainly felt proud of 
that bunch. Seven big black ducks, two mallards and a 
goose made a good pile; and it was all I could do to 
carry them with my gun and things; but I could not 
think of shipping them. I might check my telescope, 
but the birds had to go with me. 
As we had to wait a few minutes for a train, Henry 
and I had a heart to heart talk. He said he allowed 
he had spoken harshly on one or two occasions, and 
hoped I took no offense. Then I said I guessed it was 
my fault that we had not killed all that flock of geese. 
So we shook hands and called it all off, and began to 
talk of another trip the next season. I was stiff and 
sore and sleepy for a week afterward, still I would go 
again. Why do we? Traveler. 
The President's New Book. 
It is often said that President Roosevelt has a genius 
for doing things, and it might be truly enough added 
for doing unexpected things. Such a thing has just 
been done in the publication by Chas. Scribner’s Sons 
of a volume on sport and adventure written by the 
President and issued almost from the White House. 
Nothing like this has ever happened before in the 
history of this country, and the sportsmen and the 
nature lovers of the United States may congratulate 
themselves that the President of this country is a man 
who believes that nature and the things pertaining to 
nature are worthy of serious consideration. 
The volume opens with a dedication — in the form of 
a letter— to that veteran naturalist and writer, John 
Burroughs, who has done so much to show the Amer- 
ican public the joy and sweetness that there is in a 
life out of doors. It is a feeling and charming tribute, 
and calls particular attention to one of John Burroughs’ 
many services, his war on the sham nature writers. 
The book is made up of eleven chapters and an ap- 
pendix, a total of 361 pages. It contains about fifty 
illustrations, many of them of great beauty. The frontis- 
piece is a capital picture of Mr. Roosevelt in riding 
costume. 
President Roosevelt’s chapters With the Cougar 
Hounds, A Colorado Bear Hunt and Wolf Coursing 
have been printed within a year or two in Scribner’s 
Magazine. Those on Hunting in the Cattle Country 
and A Shot at a Mountain Sheep, together with Wilder- 
ness Reserves and Books on Big Game have been re- 
vised and added to from various publications of the 
Boone and Crockett Club, while the chapters on the 
White-Tail Deer, Mule Deer and the Wapiti appeared 
in Mr. Caspar Whitney’s Deer Family. 
Every one of these chapters is full of interest and many 
original observal i "'s are recorded. The paper on cougars 
is a very valuab^. contribution to the natural history of 
this beast, and the skins and skeletons collected by the 
President on that hunt, together with the careful 
measurements taken, were most useful from a scientific 
point of view, and have been most helpful in settling 
certain vexed questions about the cougars. The book 
is written in a style which is simple, clear and direct. 
It abounds in touches which show careful observation 
and close reasoning, and in others which testify strongly 
to the author’s enjoyment of outdoor life. 
“All life in the wilderness is so pleasant that the 
temptation is to consider each particular variety, while 
one is enjoying it, as better than any other. A canoe 
trip through the great forests, a trip with a pack train 
among the mountains, a trip on snowshoes through the 
silent mysterious fairy land of the woods in winter — 
each has its peculiar charm. To some men the 
sunny monotony of the great plains is wearisome; 
personally there are few things I have enjoyed more 
than journeying over them where the game was at all 
plentiful.” . , . 
Here is another bit of description which will appeal 
to every man who has enjoyed life in the mountains in 
winter: “The midwinter mountain landscape was very 
beautiful whether under the brilliant blue sky of the 
day, or the starlight or glorious moonlight of the night, 
or when under the dying sun the snowy peaks, and the 
light above kindled into flame, and sank again to gold 
and amber and sombre purple. After the snow storms 
the trees, almost hidden beneath the light feathery 
masses, gave a new and strange look to the mountains, 
as if they were giant masses of frosted silver. Even 
the storms had a beauty of their own._ The keen cold 
air, the wonderful scenery, and the interest and ex- 
citement of the sport, made our veins thrill and beat 
with buoyant life.” 
On his wolf coursing trip Mr. Roosevelt met with a 
wolfer— not in the old sense— but a rnatr who chases 
wolves with dogs, who captured coyotes alive in a man- 
ner so extraordinary that it is worth telling of. 
“We had been shogging along for an hour or more 
when we put up a coyote and started after it. I was 
riding the big D pony I had ridden the afternoon be- 
fore. It was a good and stout horse, but one which my 
weight was certain to distress if I tried to go too fast 
for too long a ride. Moreover, the coyote had a long 
start, and I made up my mind that he would get away 
or give us a hard run. Accordingly, as the cowboys 
started off at their usual headlong pace, I rode behind 
at a gallop, husbanding my horse. For a mile or so 
the going was very rough up over and down hills and 
among washouts. Then we went over gently rolling 
country for another mile or two, and then came to a 
long broken incline which swept up to a divide some 
four miles ahead of us. Lambert had been riding 
alongside of Abernethy, at the front, but his horse be- 
gan to play out, and needed to be nursed along, so that 
he dropped back level with me. By the time I had 
reached the foot of this incline the punchers, riding at 
full speed, and had shot their bolts, and one by one I 
passed them, as well as most of the greyhounds. But 
Abernethy was far ahead, his white, horse loping along 
without showing any signs of distress. Up the long 
slope I did not dare press my animal, and Abernethy 
must Lave been a mile ahead of me when he struck the 
divide, while where the others were I had no idea, 
except that they were behind me. When I reached the 
divide I was afraid I might have missed Abernethy, but 
to my delight he was still in sight, far ahead. As we 
began to go down hill I let the horse fairly race; for 
by Abernethy’s motions I could tell that he was close 
to the wolf and that it was no longer running in a 
straight line, so that there was a chance of my over- 
taking them. In a couple of miles I was close enough 
to see what was going on. But one greyhound was 
left with Abernethy. The coyote was obviously tired, 
and Abernethy, with the aid of his perfectly trained 
horse, was helping the greyhound catch it. Twice he 
headed it, and this enabled me to gain rapidly. They 
had reached a small unwooded creek by the time I was 
within fifty yards; the little wolf tried to break back 
to the left; Abernethy headed it and rode almost over 
it, and it gave a wicked snap at his foot, cutting the 
boot. Then he wheeled and came toward it; again it 
galloped back, and just as it crossed the creek the grey- 
hound made a rush, pinned it by tlie hind leg and threw 
it. There was a scuffle, then a yell from the greyhound 
as the wolf bit it. At the bite the hound let go and 
jumped back a few feet, and at the same moment 
Abernethy, who had ridden his horse right on them as 
they struggled, leaped off and sprang on top of the wolf. 
He held the reins of the- horse with one hand and thrust 
with the other, with a rapidity and precision even greater 
than the rapidity of the wolf’s snap, into the wolf’s 
mouth, jamming his hand crosswise between the jaws, 
seizing the lower jaw and bending it down so that the 
wolf could not bite him. He had a stout glove on his 
hand, but this would have been of no avail whatever 
had he not seized the animal just as he did; that is, 
behind the canines, while his hand pressed the lips 
against the teeth; with his knees he kept the wolf from 
using its forepaws to break the hold, until it gave up 
struggling. When he thus leaped on and captured this 
coyote it was entirely free, the dog having let go of it; 
and he was obliged to keep hold of the reins of his 
horse with one hand. I was not twenty yards distant at 
the time, and as I leaped off the horse he was sitting 
placidly on the live wolf, his hand between its jav.^s, 
the greyhounds standing beside him, and his horse 
standing by as placid as he was. In a couple of minutes 
Fortescue and Lambert came up. It was as remark- 
' able a feat of the kind as I have ever seen. 
“Through some oversight we had no straps with us, 
and Abernethy had lost the wire which he usually 
carried in order to tie up the wolves’ muzzles— for he 
habitually captured ’nis wolves in this fashion. How- 
ever, Abernethy regarded the lack of straps as nothing 
more than a slight bother. Asking one of us to hold 
his horse, he threw the wolf across in front of the 
saddle, still keeping his grip on the lower jaw, then 
mounted and rode off with us on the back track. The 
wolf was not tied in any way. It was unhurt, and the 
hold he had was on its lower jaw. I was surprised that 
it did not strive to fi^it with its legs, but after be- 
coming satisfied that it could not bite, it seemed to 
resign itself to its fate, was fairly quiet, and looked 
about with its ears pricked forward. The wolves which 
I subsequently saw him capture, and having tied up 
their muzzles, hold before him on the saddle, acted in 
precisely the same manner.” 
The concluding chapter At Home furnishes a fitting 
close to a volume that contains much that is good and 
much that is interesting; for this last chapter At Horfie, 
while it deals largely with those smaller things in 
nature to which many sportsmen pay no attention, is 
nevertheless full of that spirit of the naturalist which, 
to us, appears to account for all the many things 
which President Roosevelt has done in behalf of sport 
and in behalf of the preservation of natural things. 
No one can read over this chapter without seeing very 
clearly how good a thing it is for growing child, 
whether boy or girl, to be out of doors and to know 
something of nature in all her various aspects; to be 
interested in the common things which constantly cross 
the path, to be taught how to use eyes and ears in ordcr 
to know what is going on in the woods and fields, and 
so to wish to know why it is going on. It is a good 
thing for the President’s children that he and they go 
abroad together on equal terms to see and hear things 
in nature, and to learn about what they see and hear, 
that the children have pets in whose well being they 
are deeply interested; and it is not less a good thing 
for the President that he and his children possess this 
common interest in natural history work. 
This chapter has in it a deep meaning for all the 
parents in this land, and if these parents have intelligence 
enough to read from this short essay of twenty pages 
the lesson that it contains, such reading cannot fail to 
be of great benefit to the generation of children that is 
now growing up. 
Of the illustrations in the book we have already 
spoken. They are commonly of homely subjects, the 
camp, a mount, or the pack of hounds, but in pictures 
such as that of the bobcat in the pinyon, or the bear 
well up toward the top of a slender quaking aspen, 
we see things that are curious and unusual. Then, too, 
such illustrations as the pack train on the march, the 
ranch house and the loaded wagon all call back pleasant 
memories of a time that is gone. 
Virginia Shooting, 
Chase City, Va., Nov. 14 . — Having had a temporary 
surfeit of quail shooting the past week some of the .shoot- 
ers have been successful in bringing down wild turkeys. 
First among them was Mr. W. I. Gordon, of New York, 
then Capt. O. J. Hayes, of Chase City. Every day the 
legal limit of birds are expressed to friends of hunting 
parties north. Dr. A. H. Boyd, of Charleston, \V. Va,, is 
among successful hunters, bfr. W. A. Faunce, of Atlantic 
City, and Mr. J. F V\^.'Od, of Philadelphia, have been 
having every day fin- sport with their dogs, brought with 
them, hunting quail. Yesterday Mr. W. J. Gordon, of 
New York, having a day or two before gotten, the range 
of wild turkeys, killing one, brought in four fine bronze 
birds that would delight the heart of any sportsman, one 
gobbler and three hens. B. 
THE MANT-USE OIE 
cleans’ out {jo’^dtr residue. L-ubricates, never gums; 2oz, bottle, 10c. 
— Ady. 
Kings Afield. 
From the Washington Evening Star. 
When a common person is honored by being an in- 
vited guest at a king’s hunting party — even one of the 
little kings — the compliment is immense and the pleasure 
is correspondingly small. Even the princes, dukes, 
counts and peers who meet royalty every day and are 
more or less at ease in the exalted presence are not per- 
mitted to do much except to breathe in any manner or 
time not prescribed by a solemn ceremonial code; and as 
to the common person, the awful surroundings generally 
tend to make even that natural function of breathing any- 
thing but easy. 
'I here was an American business man once — one of 
our ifierchant princes, you know — who worked it so that 
he was actually invited to Sandringham to hunt when 
King Edward was only the Prince of Wales and known 
as “Tummy” by his peculiar set of aristocratic Bohe- 
mians. The American was really after a chance to do 
that low and vulgar thing — sell goods to the prince. 
He was a good shot and a keen sportsman in his own 
country, where he was and is very haughty and dignified, 
not to say pompous. But the splendor of royal majesty 
so overawed him that to this day he is unable to say what 
was shot, who shot it or even if he fired his own gun 
at all. 
The only clear recollection that he has of those won- 
derful two days of royal hunting is : First, that on the 
second night the prince did him the incredible honor of ; 
appearing- in his room in his shirt sleeves, and, secondly, 
that he sold a “bill of goods” before he left the sacred 
place. 
And yet the Prince of Wales is not an overpowering 
sample of royalty. He has a ponderous, permeating dig- 
nity that is waterproof, but he is nothing like his nephew, 
Wilhelm of Hohenzollern, or even like that much more 
sociable old gentleman, Franz Joseph. 
Their hunting parties rarely include ordinary persons 
whoi are not “born.” The persons who are privileged to 
carry guns when these two king-emperors hunt have fam- 
ily trees with more branches than any of the trees in the 
forest where they shoot. 
There are no Jacks or Bills, or even Johns or Williams 
among them. Every one has a handle, as long as a fry- 
pan whereby to be addressed, and if a stranger listened 
to the conversation all day he would never be able to tell - 
a single name of a single guest, for all he would hear 
would be “Highness,” “Durchlaucht,” “Excellency,” 
“Herr Graf,” “Herr Prinz,” “General” and other impres- ! 
sive titles like them. 
A poor creature who is not even a “Herr von,” but ; 
simply a plain mister, would find it impossible to do more 
than just survive in that rarified and high-class atmos- 
phere. Enjoying the hunt would be out of the question. j 
Even the drivers (the peasants who beat the cover and ; 
chase the game toward the shooters) spot a commoner : 
immediately and address him a little less respectfully than ;! 
they would dare to do if he were alone and in his proper i 
surroundings. The keepers and foresters look at him 
condescendingly and give him infuriatingly friendly ad- 1 
vice as to his shooting. j 
Of course he gets the poorest place in the line, if it is ' 
a deer drive, as far away from any danger of shooting ^ 
either the Kaiser’s deer or the Kaiser himself as is pos- j 
sible without posting him outside of the woods alto- \ 
gether. And after the ordeal is ended and the royal party | 
assembles for a jolly, unceremonious luncheon under the ^ 
greenwood tree, he is saluted with 'U crushingly demo- ■ 
cratic “Well, Mister — — , what luck?” from the very ’j 
lips of royally itself, and he may even be invited to take j 
a very personal and intimate drink with such an abso- | 
lutely terrifying air of cameraderie that the poor, unborn 
mister generally swallows it the wrong way and retires ■! 
in confusion, not to recover for days and days till the ' 
splendid honor that was shown to him has become a less ,j 
poignant memory. i 
For generations it has been an understood thing that :i 
when a king hunts the occasion shall be one for care- ; 
free merriment, without fetters of ceremony or rank; and ■ 
in accordance with this tradition, it is always accepted 
that serene majesty shall pretend to be amazingly demo- ^ 
cratic and “equal.” But it is also understood solemnly ’ 
that none of the rest of the party shall dream of being 
the same. 1 
So when the Kaiser appears on the terrace of one of 
his several score of hunting lodges with a delightfully ■ 
familiar “Morning, gentlemen,” there is little danger that ‘ 
any one will answer back, “Morning, Bill,” or even plain 
“Good morning.” without the “Bill.” It is “Good morn- ; 
ing. majesty,” and a mighty devoted salute, too. 
Nor is there danger that any of the many guests will ■ 
have a cigar in his mouth when the Kaiser appears. Not 
till he lights cigar or pipe do the rest of the jolly, free ' 
and equal party light up. 
Of course, the Kaiser gets the best stand. Equally, of 
course, only those who are extremely high born have the ' 
privilege of being posted near him. And unless he has ’ 
informed all and sundry through his aid that they are 
to shoot -when they are ready, it is manners to fire no 
shot till the royal gun has opened the ball. 
If a fine boar, with extra big tushes, breaks out of the 
thicket and runs along the line, or if the head of a stag, 
crowned wdth thirty or more points, appears among the 
trees, it is manners to reserve fire and let the prize beast 
reach the royal stand. j 
Things are not quite as bad with the European princes 
and kings as they are in Persia, where it is court eti- ; 
quette to pretend that the shah-in-shah has killed all the ' 
game that falls during a hunt, and where sharpshooters I 
are posted all around him to fire at all animals at which 
he fires, so that game at which he aim_s never escapes. 
But though the two kaisers are really good sportsmen, '■ 
willing to play the game pretty fairly, the}'- are far too 
much imbued wdth the creed of royal prerogative to be , 
willing to see their guests kill all the game in a drive i 
before they get a shot at it, or to find, after the hunt, j 
when the kill is laid out in a long line, that the biggest . 
stags or the heaviest boars have all been killed by some- I 
body else. 
Kaiser William, especially, feels that any really big stag 
has been predestined by an all-wdse and properly respect- 
ful Providence to be the billet for. his. bullet. He wants 
