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shooting at a lion which started off immediately 
across him, apparently not knowing the dic¬ 
tion from which the wound was received. The 
hunter ran forward to intercept the lion, 
and when he came within plain view of it, the 
animal turned and rushed toward him and was 
killed only thirty or forty steps away. 
Before turning to his pictures, Colonel 
Roosevelt paid a warm tribute to Buffalo 
Jones—who was present—and to the cowboys 
who had been with him, for their feat of roping 
and tying an eland, a rhino, a lioness and some 
other African wild beasts. 
The pictures taken by Kermit Roosevelt 
could only have been made by a young and 
very daring man; many of them were taken at 
such close range as to argue great enthusiasm 
on the part of the photographer and great ac¬ 
tivity in getting away from the close neigh¬ 
borhood of dangerous animals. The pictures of 
elephants and rhinos, both black and white, 
were taken at ranges of twenty-five yards and 
twenty feet, respectively. No such pictures of 
elephants, and of course, no such pictures of 
white rhinos have ever been made. The Dug- 
more photograph of the charging rhino is, it 
was said, the only one of a black rhino taken 
at a shorter range than those made by Kermit 
Roosevelt of the same species. 
The greater number of the pictures had to 
do with wild animals in their natural surround¬ 
ings. An exceedingly interesting picture is that 
of the iguana robbing the nest of a crocodile. 
The crocodile was on the bank twelve feet be¬ 
low the nest, while the iguana—about four feet 
long—was visiting the nest, taking out an egg 
which it carried into the bushes and ate, and 
then returning for another egg. 
Perhaps the most interesting thing told by 
the speaker was his account of the killing of 
a lion by a group of Nandi warriors armed 
with spears. These warriors sent word to the 
American chieftain that if he would promise 
not to shoot the lion, they would show him 
how their people killed it with their spears. 
Accordingly on a certain day the group of fifty 
or sixty men armed with spears and ox-hide 
shields came to the camp, and the white people 
set out on horseback, to beat up the country 
and find a lion. They started one, and chasing 
him on horseback brought him to bay and sat 
on their horses about him as he lay on the 
ground under a bush; presently the Nandi war¬ 
riors appeared trotting along in the. distance, 
their spear heads shining in the sun. The 
spear has soft metal head four feet long, a 
hand's breadth in width; this is fastened to 
a short piece of wood and the butt again is 
of iron. As they got near to the lion, two men 
stopped in front of him and the others scat¬ 
tered out, each at a few yards distant from his 
neighbor, until they had surrounded the beast. 
Now he began to get angry, rose to his feet, 
roared furiously and looked from side to side 
for some way of escape. The men began to 
close in, making the ring smaller, and the gaps 
in it less wide. At length, the lion charged 
fiercely on a man who, holding his shield be¬ 
fore him and bracing himself so that all his 
muscles stood out, held the spear above his 
shoulder, and as the lion reached it, gave it 
a slight push forward. The head of the spear 
entered the animal’s chest near its shoulder, 
flashed through and came out through the flank 
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on the other side. The beast caught the man with 
his paws by both arms and sunk his teeth into 
the top of his shoulder. By that time, two or 
three other spears from the approaching war¬ 
riors had pierced the animal and in a few sec¬ 
onds it was dead. It had seized one of the spear 
heads in its mouth and bent it into horseshoe 
form. The whole attack hardly lasted ten sec- 
conds, but they were moving seconds. . The 
Masai warriors, we are told, consider that two 
of them are good for a lion. 
Colonel Roosevelt was followed by Colonel C. 
J. Jones, commonly known as Buffalo Jones, who 
talked interestingly about the moving pictures 
which he showed. He had taken to Africa two 
or three cowpunchers and ten thoroughly trained 
cow horses, and there performed the great 
feat of roping wild animals as already described. 
The pictures showed what might well enough 
have been a lot of cowpunchers riding in the 
high country of Wyoming or Utah—so greatly 
do the East African plains resemble that 
country in general character. Horses, saddles, 
ropes and men, all reminded one of the cattle 
country, except that the men wore the helmet, 
so necessary under the equator. The pictures 
showed the capture of a number of different 
animals, including eland, giraffe, wart-hog, chee¬ 
tah, rhino and a lioness. They were of great 
interest, but the pictures of the wart-hog and 
of the rhino were much more effective than the 
others. 
At the conclusion of these pictures, a vote of 
thanks to Colonel Jones was passed by the 
club. 
Book Exchange. 
Among the readers of Forest and Stream 
there are many who are interested in old out-of- 
print and rare books on sport, travel, explora¬ 
tion and kindred subjects, and frequent letters 
are received at the office ordering such books. 
In the very nature of the case, however, these 
cannot be supplied on order, and it often takes 
months of search to secure copies, by which 
time the person who ordered them may have 
forgotten all about the matter. Within a few 
weeks we have received from readers and from 
dealers a dozen orders for a supposed book 
called “A Boy in Indian Camps,” which orders 
were called forth by an article printed not long 
ago in Forest and Stream, describing a book 
published in 1850 and long out of print. Such 
books as Dodge’s “Plains of the Great West,” 
“Hunting Grounds of the West,” Elliott’s “Caro¬ 
lina Sports,” Palliser’s little book on Western 
hunting and others are often sought for. 
These volumes and others like them contain 
a world of vivid interesting description of life 
in the open, as it was from forty to sixty years 
ago, and furnish most delightful reading. 
On the other hand, because they are scarce, they 
are costly by comparison with the ordinary out¬ 
door book, which has just been published and 
stands in numbers on the shelves of the book 
seller. 
No doubt there are many of our readers who 
possess these old books, and others who would 
be glad to possess them, and we are, therefore, 
making a special place in our advertising 
columns, which may be called a book exchange, 
where those who wish to purchase, sell or ex 
change second hand books may ask for what 
they need, or offer what they have. 
’Cross Country in Florida. 
On the first day of the open season, Nov. 1, 
Will and I left the city about sunrise on a few 
days’ cross-country quail hunt. We did not ex¬ 
pect to do much hunting the first day, so left 
with but one dog, old Pete, a brown and white 
pointer; for that night we were to stop with a 
friend who lived about twenty miles from town, 
who had a couple of young dogs belonging to 
Will, besides several of his own. As Charley 
was to join us on the trip there was to be no 
scarcity of dogs after reaching his place. 
About eight miles from the city we left the 
country road and struck out through the woods 
to the southwest, as we wished to do a little 
hunting before striking the ford at Thomas 
Swamp. It was after leaving the country road 
that we noticed the effects of the West India 
hurricane that had swept over the State a few 
days previously. Down timber gave us more 
or less trouble, and it was about noon when we 
reached the ford. This used to be an ugly 
piece of fording, as I discovered some years 
ago while crossing during a stage of high 
water, but of late years the sand has washed 
over the roadway and filled the holes, so we 
got across without taking in any water. 
Leaving the swamp behind, we drove up onto 
an oak ridge, on the crest of which, under 
the overhanging branches of several large oak 
trees, stood an old log church. Two years, be¬ 
fore, when Will and I passed over this ridge 
on our way to the St. Mary’s River we found a 
covey of birds near the old church, so we de¬ 
cided to feed the horses, eat lunch and try to 
locate a covey. 
Old Pete was along on our former trip, and 
evidently remembered about finding the birds, 
for while we were busy with the horses he 
disappeared. The east slope of the ridge was 
covered with a dense growth of black-jack, and 
as there had been but little cool weather, they 
were still in leaf, making it impossible to see 
further than a short distance in any direction. 
Taking our guns we separated and beat back 
and forth across the ridge, and it was not long 
before Will signalled that he had found the 
dog. When I reached him Pete was holding 
his point, but his actions told us as plain as 
words that the birds were scattering. At a 
word from Will the old dog crouched with 
belly to ground and started to circle the birds 
so they would bunch again, but we had been too 
long in finding him, and before he had. more 
than half completed his round-up a portion of 
the covey flushed, followed by the balance. 
The birds flew in every direction, some coming 
back over our heads. I made a clean miss with 
my right, but managed to score with the left. 
Will got in but one shot, but failed to score. 
We were unable to mark down a single bird, 
but by working back and forth across the ridge 
Pete picked up four singles, Will bringing down 
two, while I made a kill and a miss. 
Going back to the wagon, we ate lunch and 
enjoyed a smoke while the horses were clean¬ 
ing up their feed. Figuring that we were within 
five or six miles of our friend’s house, we de¬ 
cided to leave the road and hunt the ridges for 
a few miles. It was good looking bird country 
we passed over, but the day had turned off 
warm, and as Pete is beginning to feel the ef¬ 
fects of old age and hard hunting, we took it 
