CHAPTER XXIV. 
RETURN OF COL. ROOSEVELT FROM THE JUNGLE. 
By Peter MacQueen, F. R. G. S. 
Remarkable Reputation He Made as a Man, a Hunter and a Statesman—The Eyes of the 
Whole World on This Great American, His Speeches and Striking Personality—What I 
Found Out in Travelling Over the United States—A Glimpse Into the Future. 
Copyright 1910, by J. E. Pepper 
W ITH a back-ground of a thousand miles of jungle, where roam 
the animals of the Pleistocene Age; surrounded by hunters, 
poachers and cannibals; bearing the trophies of the most 
remarkable chase in history, the brilliant and popular ex-president of 
the United States emerged from darkest Africa at Gondokoro. His 
party had killed nearly 7,000 wild animals and birds, he had tramped 
and hungered and hunted in the vast forests of Uganda and the bound¬ 
less plains of British East Africa. He had been a Frenchman to the 
French, a German to the Teuton, and an ideal English gentleman to 
the .British subjects wherever he met them. 
The picturesque and fascinating personality of Col. Theodore Roose¬ 
velt had been felt over every inch of United States territory for the 
whole year that he was in Africa. Whether statesmen legislated, or 
politicians plotted, or writers drove an itching pen, all these things 
were done with reference to the career and the power and influence of 
the great African hunter. He had been a man who could not be brow¬ 
beaten or bought; and who would not crook the hinges of his knees that 
thrift might follow fawning. He had given to democrat and repub¬ 
lican, to Catholic and Protestant, to southern man and northern man, 
to white and black, a fair show and a square deal whilst for seven years 
he had occupied the most exalted position in the world. 
Roosevelt was looked for in Africa when I visited the British East 
Africa Protectorate a year before his arrival. The American ivory 
merchants were expecting his coming, the English and German military 
and civil officers were vying with each other in speaking kind words and 
expressing hospitable sentiments. The Frenchmen were bewailing the 
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