The Moore Messenger. (Moore, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 35, Ed. 1 Saturday, July 10, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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Soldier's
Big
Game
Hunting
TNG BIG
IN
By Lieut.-Gen. R. S. S. Baden-
Powell, F. R. G. S.
Through all the world the name
of Baden Powell, soldier and scien-
tist, is celebrated and but few people
know that he has the ability to shine
by right of his pen and brush as
well. The hero of Maf eking and a
dozen other campaigns filled in the
gaps between military engagements
with hunting and this "Sport in
IVar" contains some dramatic ad-
ventures sprinkled with bits of' rare
humor and caustic comment. A most
.vnusual feature is the reckless way
{in which he hunted with military
'.arms instead of the customary weap-
'.ons for big game.
{{wwjrHAT kind of sport did you
vl# have out there?" is the
question with which men
have, as a rule, greeted one on
return from the campaign in Rhode-
sia; and one could truthfully say,
"We had excellent sport." I am about
when the nine arose and yawned and
stretched their massive jaws and
limbs, the patrol, remembering the
old maxim concerning the relations
between discretion and valor,
changed the course of their advance
and took another line.
One time, when I was patrolling
the bank of the Shanganl river with
three men, the massive form of a
lion was seen slowly moving over the
boulders of the river-bed. The cor-
poral and I Jumped off our horses in
a moment, and fired a volley a deux,
at about 180 yards. One shot thudded
into him, the other striking the
ground Just under his belly. He
sprang with a light bound over a
rock and disappeared from our view.
Posting one man on a high point on
the bank to watch the river-bed
and leaving the other in charge of
our horses, the corporal and I made
our way down to where we had last
seen the lion. We were armed with
Lee-Metford carbines and we turned
on our magazines in order to have a
good running Are available should our
quarry demand it.
Meantime our main body, coming
along the opposite bank of the river,
had seen our maneuver, and an offi-
cer and one man had come down into
the riverbed from their side to help us.
Gradually and cautiously we sur-
rounded the spot where we guessed
the lion to be—cautiously, at least,
as far as three of us were concerned;
the fourth, the man who had come
from the main body, was moving in a
far freer and more confident manner
than any of us could boast; he clam-
bered over the rocks and sprang with
agility into the most likely corners
for finding a wounded lion lying am-
bushed, and his sole weapon was his
revolver—for he was a farrier. Such
is Tommy Atkins;' whether it is the
outcome of sheer pluck, or of ignor-
ance, or of both combined, the fact
remains that he will sail gayly in
where danger lies, and as often as not
sail gayly out again unharmed.
However, to continue; at last we
V
THE LION TOSSED
HIS SHAGGY HEAD.
(as otherwise they would not be oc-
cupying this hill).
"However, they could not see any-
thing of us. as it was then quite dark.
And we went farther on among the
mountains. In the early morning
light we crossed the deep river-bed
of the Umchlngwe River, and, in do-
ing so, noticed the fresh spoor of a
lion in the sand. We went on and had
a good look at the enemy'* stronghold;
and on our way back, as we ap-
proached this river-bed, agreed to go
quietly, in case the lion should be
moving about in it. On looking down
over the bank, my heart Jumped Into
my mouth when I saw a grand old
brute Just walking in behind a bush.
Jackson did not see him, but was off
his horse as quickly as I was, and
ready with his gun: too ready. Indeed,
for the moment that the lion appeared,
walking majestically out from behind
the bush that had hidden him, Tack-
son fired hurriedly, striking the ground
under his foot, and, as we afterwards
discovered, knocking off one of his
claws.
"The lion tossed up his shaggy head
and looked at us in dignified surprise.
Then I flred and hit him with a leaden
bullet from the Lee-Metford. He
reeled, sprang round, and staggered
a few paces, when Jackson, who was
using a Martini-Henry, let him have
one In the shoulder. This knocked
him over sideways, and he turned
about, growling savagely.
"I could scarcely believe that we
had got a lion at last, but resolved
to make sure of it; so, telling Jackson
not to fire unless it was necessary
(for fear of spoiling the skin with the
larger bullet of the Martini), I went
down closer to the beast and fired a
shot at the back of his neck as he
turned his head momentarily away
from me. The bullet went through
his spine and came out through the
lower jaw, killing him.
"We were pretty delighted at our
success, but our nigger was mad with
happiness, for a dead Hon—provided
he is not a man-eater—has many in-
valuable gifts for a Kaffir, in the shape
of love-philtres, charms against dis-
ease or injury, and medicines that
produce bravery. It was quite de-
lightful to shake hands with the
mighty paws of the dead lion, to pull
at his magnificent tawny mane, and
to look Into his great deep, yellow
eyes. Then we set to work to skin
him; two of us skinning while the
other kept watch in case of the enemy
sneaking up to catch us while we were
thus occupied. We found that he was
fat, and also that he had been much
wounded by porcupines, portions of
whose quills had pierced the skin, and
lodged in his flesh in several places.
Our nigger cut out the eyes, gall-blad-
der, and various bits of the lion's
anatomy, as fetich medicine. I filled
my carbine-bucket with some of the
fat, as 1 knew my two 'boys,' Diamond
and M'tinI, would very greatly value
It. Then, after hiding the head in a
neighboring bush where we could find
it again, we packed the skin on to
one of the ponies and returned to
camp mightily pleased with our-
selves."
By permission of Longmans, Green &
Co., New York.
(Copyright, 1909, by Benj. B. Hampton.)
A
Nubian
Lion
Hunt
By Baron Heinrich Albert
Baron Heinrich Albert, the .4us-
trian-Swiss adventurer, has hunted
game in every part of the world. lie
has an estate which provides him
with an income of $5,000 per year,
and for the past 18 years, that is
since his majority, he has traveled
over the globe facing dangerous ani-
mals and laying them low. It is not
often that a man is found who has
hunted puma, grizzly, moose, lion,
tiger, elephant, wolf, rhinoceros,
hippopotamus, leopard, oceolot, etc.
In these especially written papers he
hat narrated for this series some of
his most stirring encounters in the
territory through which Ex-Ptcsir
dent Roosevelt will hunt.
IT WOULD be absurd after nego-
tiating the dangers of a passage
of the Upper Nile out of season
and after traversing several hundreds
of miles of country In the hands
of rebellious tribesmen, to come
which ttie Tiflnft* nfferM
the three muskets in hii army were of
no avail especially a* none of the of-
ficer* In command could be Induced
to get near enough to the bold beaut*
to risk a shot.
About the second hour of darkness
the cattle In the village became very
restless. The wind was from th«
south and as the half full moon was so
bright that any skulking animal near
the village would have been noticed.
Drayton and I agreed tha' the lion was
in a little coppe of rocks about a half
mile up the wind. We had not had
time before dark to examine any of
the old spoor and knowing merely
that there was at least a llonesB with
cubs among the lot, we set out in-
stead of waiting until they approached
the stream. Drayton carried a speelal
50.60 Winchester and I a Parker ten-
gauge, which I had loaded with special
shells of dense powder and buckshot
set In wax.
When within 50 yards of the koppe
a splendid animal form rose out of
the rocks and stood facing us his fore
paws on a huge boulder. We were
hidden by the clumps of brush through
which we had been working and he
did not see us. Slowly and majestlo-
ally he surveyed the little plain then,
thrusting out his ponderous Jaw ut-
tered a roar that went thundering
down the reaches of moonlit silence.
It was with difficulty that i could re-
strain Drayton from risking a shot
from where we stood. The lion held
his pose and ducking under cover of
the brush and treading softly on the
sand we hurried forward to the first
ridge of rocks. To pass these, we
must attract his notice to a certainty,
so Drayton dropped on one kne^ while
with every nerve tingling and my eyes
and ears astraln to catch any sign of
his mate, who might be Just beyond
the ridge for all we knew, I watted for
Drayton's shot. He chose the chest
and the crash of the Winchester went,
echoing among the rocks. The mag-
nificent beast leaped ten feet in the
air, then came rolling, tumbling, claw-
ing down our side of tire koppe di-
rectly toward us. His wounded roar
was answered from other directions.
There were two other lions on the
other side of the koppe and one in
the rocks and brush not 20 yards from
us to the right. But we had not time
to think of them. The wounded lion
got to his feet with Incredible energy
and quickness. As he leaped, with
another roar I poured Ijoth barrels of
my Parker Into his body. Thftl was
enough. He landed In convulsions
and it was fortunate that he had
enough. There was a crash in th6
« 1
to tell of facing lions with a small
caliber military rifle, an adventure to
thrill army sportsman.
In the first place, scouting played a
very prominent part in the prelimin-
aries to major operations.
This scouting, to be successful, ne-
cessitated one's going with the very
slenderest escort—frequently with
one man only, to look after the horses,
and for long distances away from our
main body, into the districts occupied
by the enemy and by big game. Thus,
one was thrown entirely on one's own
resources, with the stimulating knowl-
edge that If he did not maintain a suf-
ficient alertness of observation and
action, he stood a very good chance,
indeed, not only of failing to gain in-
formation which you were desired to
seek, but also of getting himself wiped
out, and left in stress on the veldt.
"Spooring," or tracking, was our
main source of guidance and Informa-
tion and night the cover under which
we were able to make our way about
the enemy's country with impunity.
The pleasures of the pursuit of
game were all the more enhanced by
the knowledge that the meat was
really necessary to us, and especially
by the fact that we often carried out
our sport at the risk of being our-
selves the quarry of some sneaking
band of rebel warriors.
Dangers of Camping in the Lion
Country.
Moreover, to all our fun a seasoning
was added in the shape of lions, whose
presence or propinquity was very fre-
quently Impressed upon us at nights
by deep-toned gruntB or ghostly ap-
paritions within the halo of our watch-
fires. In defiance of the rules of war
—which forbid the use of fires by
night, as guiding an enemy's night at-
tack—we had a ring of bright fires
burning round our bivouac to scare
away the Hons.
By day we saw them, too. One pa
trol, Indeed, came upon a group of
nine lying dozing In the bush; and
were on the spot, but no lion was
there—an occasional splash of blood,
and here and there, where sand lay
between the rocks, the Impress of a
mighty paw showed that he had moved
away after being hit. But soon all
traces ceased, and though we searched
for long we could find no other sign
of him.
Outwitted by the Jungle King
We halted on the river-bank during
the intense heat of tb<? day, and be-
fore resuming our. march in the even-
ing we sallied out once more to search
the river-bed and an islet grown with
bushes, where we hoped he might be.
And while we searched the hussar,
who had been assigned to me to hold
my horse, and who was the man who,
in the morning, had been posted to
watch the river-bed, asked; "How
many Hons are there supposed to be
here?" I told him "Only the one we
flred at this morning."
Whereupon he grimly said, "Oh, I
saw him go away up the river when
you went down it. He was a dragging
his hindquarters after him."
It appeared that the man thought
he had been posted to guard Against
surprise by an enemy, and did not
realize that we, being down among
the rocks, could not see the lion which
was so visible from his lookout place.
And so we lost that lion.
But I had better luck another time.
It stands thus recorded in my diary;
"10th October.—(To be marked with
a red mark when I can get a red pen-
cil.) Jackson and a native 'boy' ac-
companied me scouting this morning;
we three started off at 3 a. m. In
moving round the hill that overlooks
our camp we saw a match struck high
up near the top of the mountain.
This one little spark told us a good
deal. It showed that the enemy were
there; that they were awake and alert
(I say 'they,' because one nigger
would not dare to be up there by
himself in the dark); and they were
aware of our force being at Posselt's
TROUBLE OVER MERRY WIDOW
The Hat So Named, of Course, Is
Meant, and the Tale Is a Dis-
mal One, Indeed.
There's a weeping bride In Borough
Park and an angry bridegroom, too,
and a frenzied hatter, which does not
matter as much as the bride's "boo
hoo!" writes the poet reporter of the
New York Tribune.
When subway trains and rushing
crowds of men from every nation had
jammed the stairs and platforms of
the Twenty-third street station the
ticket seller, Charlie Hott, whose tem-
per seemed erratic, held up a ticket
buyer with a question most emphatic.
The buyer, Israel Cohen, a milliner's
errand boy, with a hat as big as ever
seen, had caused the clerk's annoy.
The hat was just a linear yard across
from brim to brim, while half that dis-
tance up and down made other hats
look slim. For the hat a bride was
waiting and the hour was getting lat«,
but the subway, Hott insisted, was not
built to carry freight.
So Hott emerged from out his box
and made a pass at Cohen, while Is-
rael seemed inclined to think 'twas
time that he was goin'. But ere the
luckless messenger was able to es-
cape the "Merry Widow" outfit had
assumed a woeful shape. No longer
high and lofty, but mashed so badly
that it looked more like a pancake
than a "Merry Widow" hat.
But while the fight was at its height
a copper came around, arrested Hott
(heaven help his lot) before- he'd
fought one round. To the nearest
station of police, in Twentieth street,
they tell, he took poor Hott, charged
with assault, and locked him in
cell.
Your Jeweler Knows
a Good Watch
He ktowi how to properly adjust one
to your individual requirement*-*o it
will be accurate under all conditions.
That'i tha only way to buy a watch—
never by mill.
| A South Bend Watch
Frozen in Solid tern Km«pt Porfmei Ti mm
A watch, no matter how food, cannot
ba accurate unless adjusted to the person
I who is to carry It. A South Bead
! Watch-acknowledged superior In avery
f rade -couldn't keep perfect time unless
Individually adjusted.
Ask your Jeweler to show you a South
Bend Watch. Write us for our free book
— showing how a South Bend Watch
keep* accurate time In any temperature.
So.tk Br.d Witch C... S tk Bad. Ud.
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Happy
Dreams!
Chew
k
prevents
Indigestion
BILLIARD TABLES
POOL TABLES
LOWEST PRICES. EASY PAYMENTS.
You cannot afford to experiment with
untried goods sold by commission
agents. Catalogues free.
Tha Brunswick-Balke-Collender Company
137 83S DalKire St.. Dtll I. KANSAS CITY. MO,
For Any Face or Any Beard
NO STROPPING NO HONINC
KNOWN THE
WORLD OVER
WRTO / Y • S 1SPEA RMINT
Good Excuse.
"But, Egbert, you never used to
mind cutting the grass."
"I know, pa, but it's a whole lot
harder since you sharpened the lawn
mower."
To act with common sense, accord-
ing to the moment, Is the best wis-
dom I know.—Horace Walpole.
Twenty million people a day are help-
ing their digestions with real mint
leaf flavored Wrigley's Spearmint.
A man can find more reasons for do-
ing as he wishes than for doing as he
ought.—John Uuskin.
no YOXIU CI.OTHES LOOK YELLOW?
If so, use Red Cross Ball Blue. It will make
them white as snow. 2 oz. package 5 cents.
A man likes to think that a woman
thinks he is better than he knows
he is.
ROSE OUT OF THE ROCKS AND STOOD FACING US.
Never Be Afraid to Doubt.
Never be afraid to doubt, If only
you have the disposition to believe;
and doubt in order that you may end
In believing the truth.—Leighton.
to a mortal end under the paws
of a Nubian lion. It would be
the irony of fate, but that is what
nearly happened to me some years
ago. With perils innumerable behind
us the two white men of the party,
one a gold-seeker the other a pure
adventurer of the type of Tamer,
nearly came to an end.
We frequently left the river and
navigable tributaries which we were
working out slowly, to explore the ra-
vines for high bars, never taking with
us more- than four bearers, though at
times we were absent from the main
party outfit for a fortnight, knowing
it was entirely safe In the care of a
thin cross-eyed Arabian ex-chasseur
who was a born voyageur with a tinge
of Napoleon and the Devil and Uncle
Tom In him. He was true as salt
Arabian and the blood brother Senegal
negro are two types of dark skinned
men with whom I would as soon face
danger and difficulty as with any
white men that live.
One night we were about to make
camp when we encountered a party of
women and girls bearing water Jars
and they told us of a village a mile
further on. Before we reached the
village we were met by the chief and
his induanas who begged us to make
a stay with them as they were seri-
ously troubled with lions. Two of the
chief's horses and two of his wives
had been killed among the losses
School teachers take notice! Wrigley's
Spearmint is good for little stomachs,
better for little teeth.
There is more or less moonshine in
the astrology business.
brush to the right and bounding into
the moonlight giving terrible voice,
came his mate. She stopped as she
caught sight of us. Never have I
broken and loaded a gun more quickly.
Drayton had pumped in another shell j
and without pausing to more than |
swing on his knee and cover, he let |
drive and missed, barely raking her
shoulder. She bit hastily at the wound |
and then came for us li'.re a thunder j
bolt. I meant to pull both barrels,
but gave her the right. She wavered
a trifle, but was on us before I could j
fire again. She knocked Drayton flat j
and his head, striking a rock, he lay
senseless, while her outstretched |
talons tore his rifle from his hands
and tumbled it clattering among tha
bushes. Her momentum carried her
over him and her body merely
brushed me. I leaped one pace to the
right and swinging my piece without
even bringing it to shoulder drove tha
bucks into her throat. She was In
the act of whirling to rush upon Dray-
ton. but now dropped in her final
agony rolling over and over on him
half the clothes from his body but
leaving him unhurt. I did not know
then hut that she had crushed his
skull as she leaped, but c ragging him
aside I saw that he was merely
stunned and was now coming around.
By permission of Longman*, Green &
Co., New York.
(Copyrlgfct, 1W, by kenj. B. Ktnipton.)
''Guar8'1
Down
in the dumps
—from over-eating, drinking—
bad liver and constipation get
many a one, but there's a way out
agony rolling over and over on mm, i ^afcar^s, re''eve aI!C\ C " ' j
one blind b"ow from her paws tearing quickly. Take one to-n.ght and
■ . i i < i _ in tha
feel ever
morning
so much better in the
90a
Cascarets—10c box—wock's treat-
ment. All drusrtrists. Biggest seller
In the world—million boxes a month.
-■me
WRIGLEY'S ^ F,IRA.
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