“He took his .450 express and dropped the old boxar.”’ 
so sure of his shét that he never even ex- 
amined the bedst, but, telling the men to 
bring it in,ferept under the bush again. 
The men/vent to get it, when the boar 
suddenly jumped up and cleared out, al- 
though evidently badly wounded. As Horace 
was almost asleep again, I went after it, 
and found it standing still, a good distanee 
away. I got quite closeNand shot it through 
the brain. Horace’s bullet‘kad gone through 
its shoulder, and it must Pave died soon 
anyhow. The flesh was horribly tough and 
absolutely tasteless—not in the Neast like 
pork. 
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SALON . 
(GN LERON HAUNTS 
By HERBERT K. JOB 
PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE AUTHOR 
FTEN have I been there—east, west, 
north, and south; in meadow, marsh, 
cedar swamp, cane brake, floating 
morass, spruce, and cypress forest: on north- 
ern and tropical islets; by lake side, river 
shore, and pool margin: wherever it is wet, 
where travel is hard and dangerous, where 
insect scourge is worst, where turtles splash 
and snakes crawl, where rank growth, strong 
odors, and decay hold earnival: such are 
the heron haunts. Here is the advice of 
Gideon of old appropriate : “whosoever is 
fearful, let him return.” But for those who 
love the wilds and their creatures, such 
places have rich reward. 
The average heron—like the rest of us— 
