Outdoor pastimes of an American hunterRoosevelt, Theodore
General
Outdoor pastimes of an American hunter
Roosevelt, Theodore
Hunting -- United States; Hunting -- West (U.S.)
baying beneath, we found the porcupine dead and half a dozen dogs with
their muzzles and throats filled full of quills. Before doing anything
with the cat it was necessary to take these quills out. One of the
terriers, which always found porcupines an irresistible attraction, was
a really extraordinary sight, so thickly were the quills studded over
his face and chest. But a big hound was in even worse condition; the
quills were stuck in abundance into his nose, lips, cheeks, and tongue,
and in the roof of his mouth they were almost as thick as bristles in a
brush. Only by use of pincers was it possible to rid these two dogs of
the quills, and it was a long and bloody job. The others had suffered
less.
[Illustration:
THE BIG BEAR
From a photograph by Philip B. Stewart
]
The dogs seemed to have no sympathy with one another, and apparently all
that the rest of the pack felt was that they were kept a long time
waiting for the cat. They never stopped baying for a minute, and Shorty,
as was his habit, deliberately bit great patches of bark from the
aspens, to show his impatience; for the tree in which the cat stood was
not one which he could climb. After attending to the porcupine dogs one
of the men climbed the tree and with a stick pushed out the cat. It
dropped down through the branches forty or fifty feet, but was so quick
in starting and dodging that it actually rushed through the pack,
crossed the stream, and, doubling and twisting, was off up the creek
through the timber. It ran cunning, and in a minute or two lay down
under a bush and watched the hounds as they went by, overrunning its
trail. Then it took off up the hillside; but the hounds speedily picked
up its track, and running in single file, were almost on it. Then the
cat turned down hill, but too late, for it was overtaken within fifty
yards. This ended our hunting.
One Sunday we rode down some six miles from camp to a little blue
school-house and attended service. The preacher was in the habit of
riding over every alternate Sunday from Rifle, a little town twenty or
twenty-five miles away; and the ranchmen with their wives and children,
some on horseback, some in wagons, had gathered from thirty miles round
to attend the service. The crowd was so large that the exercises had to
take place in the open air, and it was pleasant to look at the strong
frames and rugged, weather-beaten faces of the men; while as for the
women, one respected them even more than the men.
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