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Show I whose hunting experiences has been bring him down. The hunter must 1 put the shot Into the animal's head or i heart, or he must face a charge that j will probably end in his destruction. Rifles of various caliber are carried for economy. It is cheaper to use a small six five-tenths millimeter rifle onj:nall game, a nine millimeter on medium game, and a 600 express on big game, than to carry one weapon for all-round work, which would have to be big enough at least for the largest game. Nothing smaller Ihan a 450 express would do for that, and It would be distinctly uneconomical, not to say foolish, to shoot a small antelope, the size of a goat, with a 600 express. It would he like using a pile driver to kill a mosquito. Again, cartridges become very costly by the time they reach the interior of Africa, j A cartridge for a 600 express rifle, for instance, costing sixpence (12 cents) in London, reaches an enormous price by the time it gets into the hunting grounds of Africa. I have seen them bring five shillings ($1.2.")) each, and very scarce at that. Nor is this such an extravagant price when one takes into consideration that every ounce has to be carried by porters who plod for months through swamps, across rivers, over mountains, traversing the parched veld and penetrating the dismal dis-mal forest, often fighting their way foot by foot before they reach Iheir destination. It is easy to see that weight is an important factor in cartridge cart-ridge economics. Four six five-tenths millimeter cartridges are equal in weight to one 600 express. That is, it is four deaths against one, for the same weight. These are the things President Roosevelt must learn before he can consider himself up on the ways of safari. If the president hunts like i are still thousands of herds of everything every-thing Africa possesses for the hunter, roaming over the veld only a few days' travel afoot from the coast. There are hundreds of rivers that have rarely been visited by the white man. On the banks of these streams hippopotami, rhinoceroses, elephants, leopards, Hons, gorillas and dozens of varieties of antelope, the names of which have never been heard by the majority of Europeans or Americans, gambol and fatten in gluttonous plen-tltude plen-tltude undisturbed by the crack of the 600 caliber express. It is only in reachable districts that the game is killed to any great extent. The cost and danger of hunting in most of the country have protected it and will protect it for many years to come. Frightful Diseases of the Jungle. Where game is most abundant the frightful diseases that nature seems to have placed as a barrier against the white man's invasion are also abundant. In Africa's wild, beautiful, mysterious forests, more to be feared than all the lions and rhinos, lurk the germs of the deadly blackwater fever, malaria, science-defying sleeping sickness sick-ness and the unknown reason for the veld sores that drain one's life out j in a few months. These, with the East African term for an expedition of ;any kind, especially a hunting expedition. miasmal swamps, the noxious insects, the slimy, poisonous spears of the natives, make hunting in Africa no game for the chicken-hearted. Of course, hunting as a business is one thing and hunting for pleasure is another. It is possible to kill African game to a limited extent without the slightest hardship. One can go on safari accompanied by natives who do all the work, even to carrying the sportsman in a hammock up to the er. "The game that makes the story is the game that's missed,'' as the Swahili (east coast natives) say, and there is nothing truer than that say-I say-I ing. as far as my experiences go, for ! a bad shot nearly ended my trek a little while ago In the Lake country. I was treking between Lake Albert Edward N'Yanza and Lake Kivu, the greatest stretch of hunting ground in the world, with a caravan of a hundred hun-dred men. We had marched steadily through the early part of the day and, now that the merciless white-hot sun was directly overhead, I called a halt. Each member of the caravan threw himself down in the shade excepting my shikaree Nick, a "boy" from the other side of the continent, a native of Senegal. He never rested, and as he got a percentage of the ivory we secured, he never let the soles of his feet grow soft for want of exercise. About an hour passed before Nick same swinging into camp with his white teeth gleaming like new swords. I knew by his smile that there was something afoot. He walked straight to my elephant guns and beckoned me. I knew he had struck a fresh spoor (trail). Seizing my arms, I signaled my gun bearer and struck out. Nick leading. If there are any elephants about at midday, the hunter js pretty sure to make a good bag, for at that time they rest out of the direct rays of the sun, dozing the hot hours away, and are easily approached. A Terrible Battle with Elephants. After half an hour's walk through grass that was at least 20 feet high, we came across a herd of about twenty elephants, among which there were some fine bull tuskers. As I expected, ex-pected, they were all resting out of the sun. They were difficult to get at snatched my Mauser and jumped aside as he passed. My hat and coat, which were a few yards behind, attracted at-tracted his attention. With a snort of satisfaction he crushed them iown. 1 gave him all my Mauser shot in the rear. With extraordinary suddenness sudden-ness he turned. He sighted me ;nd charged, his tusks level with his boi'.y. -My magazine was empty. 1 threw my rifle down and ran. the elephant gal'i-ing gal'i-ing on me at each step. I saw Nicl". ahead of me with leveled rifle. To keep running meant that I would soon be overtaken. Instinctively Instinctive-ly I threw myself on the ground and Nick fired. With a thud that made the earth tremble the elephant dropped. The huge trunk twisted like a wounded snake lor a moment . and then the gigantic body relaxed in death. It all took about two minutes to happen and was a pretty close shave, but it was worth the trouble, for the tusks we got were big, weighing weigh-ing close to a hundred pounds. The Killing of Nick, Hunter Boy. A few months after this occurrence, on the same (rip, I lost Nick, my Senegal "boy," under terrible circumstances. circum-stances. This brave man who had hunted everything in Africa from the Cape to Cairo, and from Zanzibar to Banana, boasted many a time that tie would never be killed by anything but old age. But he was too sure. Long association with danger had made him careless, and this cost him his life. We were treking south toward Lake Tanganyika along a native path running run-ning parallel with the Rusizi river. It was frightfully hot, so hot that the gun barrels burned our hands. The porters staggered under their heavy loads in a long string, mumbling songs, each in his native tongue, to keep tip his fagged spirits, and the sun rays danced in misty vibrations from the parched earth. Suddenly the jungle ceased and we broke into the open veld. Four hundred yards away, coming in the opposite direction, was a herd of at least twenty elephants. They had evidently made a long journey jour-ney and were suffering from the intense in-tense heat. Some of them were occupied occu-pied in thrusting their trunks into their mouths and drawing water from their stomachs. With this water they were sprinkling their sunburned backs. This is a habit that elephants always practice when they are overheated over-heated and cannot find the shade of a friendly forest. To me the sight of the approaching herd was welcome. I saw ivory which meant thousands of dollars to us if we could get in a few good shots. I ordered my caravan back into the undergrowth, un-dergrowth, and, bringing up the shikarees, shik-arees, prepared for the slaughter, f loaded my nine millimeter Mauser with solid bullets for long shots. At 300 yards I opened fire and the leader, a fine bull, dropped in his tracks. The crack of my rifle threw the herd into consternation. They were not sure where the noise came from, and they as yet had not caught sight of us. After a little indecision they kept on the old route and marched toward us. A hundred yards nearer and I gave the nearest, another bull, my second shot. It went wild. He shrieked and threw his trembling head back and forth frantic with pain. I had evidently evi-dently given him a bad face wound. I fired again and must have missed. He saw me, and, trumpeting loudly, charged down on us. followed by the whole herd. I emptied my magazine into them with no effect. Nearer they came, their ivory gleaming in the sun and the dust curling up in clouds be hind them. The ground vibrated like a beaten drum top under their thunderous thun-derous charge. I saw a tusk-crested wave of mammoths mam-moths sweeping down to destroy us. It was no time for inaction. The gun bearer handed me the 600 caliber express. ex-press. At a hundred yards I gave the leader one barrel after the other. He fell, and those behind tumbled over him in a heap. For a moment the mad charge was broken. I thought we were out of danger, but another leader forged ahead and bore down on us. "Run!" I shrieked, and every man made for safety, excepting. Nick, the coolest in the face of danger and always the last to run. I threw myself my-self behind a tree, just escaping being be-ing crushed to death. A screech rose above the thunder of the hoofs and the next instant I saw Nick hoisted into the air with a blood-stained tusk through his body. The infuriated mass swept past, leaving a red marked trail. I immediately set out on the spoor of the herd in hope of getting the body of the shikaree. Although Al-though I searched till sundown I was unsuccessful. That night I heard the lions roaring roar-ing down toward the river. The next morning, with a few natives. I con tinned the search, in the direction that the lions' roars came from dur ing the night. We soon sighted a flock of vultures, a sure sign of dead game, and, coming up with them, we found the chewed carcass of an ele phant and the scattered bones of s human being, among which I found Nick's hunting knife and belt. Th wounded elephant had carried him op his tusk till it fell exhausted through loss of blood, and died. It was one of the best ivory hauls I ever made it one shooting and it was the saddest. Nick was a great shikaree. He possessed pos-sessed every attribute of manhood. He died like many a hunter has died. Nick was the twentieth native that I have lost on my various expeditions. It was in the same country that on a previous expedition a rhinoceros invaded in-vaded our camp and killed two native porters, wounding three and giving me a close call. (Copyright, 1909. by Benj. B. Hampton.) Elephant Ivory and How It Is Obtained iy Capt. Fritz Duquesne ( nil. Fritz UiKucsne was born of Boer parents in South Africa, educated edu-cated in Europe where he iron con-ritferable, con-ritferable, distinction (ts a swordsman), swords-man), ninl has been a professional hunter of big game most of His life. At the age of 17 he was a veteran of the Kaffir irars. tic served in Ike Boer war and also in Hie. Congo. In the recent events of South Africa's kaleidoscopic history ( 'apt . Duquesne took a conspicuous part. lie ailed ail-ed in main capacities during the hostilities between the Boer and the British, being in turn spy. military detective, engineer, censor, dispatch-carrier dispatch-carrier and propagandist. lie was wounded twice in the fighting around t'olenso. When the British succeeded in cutting cable communication communi-cation between the Boer republic and the rest of the avorld, Duquesne carriei! the news of the Boer victories victo-ries over the Mozambique border, and from there he wrote dispatches to the 1'etit Bleu, the official European Euro-pean organ of the Boer government. Hi1 was once raptured by the Portuguese Por-tuguese and thrown into prison at Lorenzo Marquis. Later he was taken ta-ken as a prisoner to Europe at the request of the British government. When the ship that conveyed him and his guard touched at Naples he was suffering from a fever and in consequence was placed in an Italian hospital. On his recovery he was allowed al-lowed to go free. He went to Brussels Brus-sels and was sent bark to the front by Dr. Lcyds, with plans for the seizure of Cape Town by the Boer commflnders then mobilized in Cape Colony. Everything teas ready for the taking of the city when, a traitor having revealed the plot, Duquesne and a number of others were captured cap-tured in Cape Town inside the British Brit-ish defenses. This was the climax of what has come to be known as the "Cape Town Plot." Some, of the prisoners were sentenced to death who later had their sentence changed to life imprisonment. Capt. Duquesne was among the latter. Ten months later he escaped from the Bermuda prisons, got aboard the American yacht Margaret of New York while she was coaling at the dock, and was conveyed to Baltimore. Bark to Europe Eu-rope he went again, as war correspondent corre-spondent and military writer on the Petit Bleu; thence to Africa, where he took a commission on the Congo. In East Africa he hunted big game for sport and profit, and finally he came to New York to do newspaper and magazine work. HE experience Presi-I Presi-I dent Roosevelt has ' I T gained hunting y game on the North American continent MmhhmhM will be of little use SwfeK dition into the wilds Hunting in America Is a sport, something to be played at; huutlng in Africa is a trade, almost a profession. In America one merely takes a rifle and goes out to shoot. In Africa, to hunt a la mode, one takes a battery of arms, usually three and sometimes four, high power rifles of different caliber, ranging from a six and five-tenths millimeter to a 600 cordite express. The cartridges for these rifles are charged with various vari-ous bullets, solid nickel, steel, soft nose long, soft nose short and split. Each of these bullets was designed by experts for a special use, and on the way they are used depends the success of one's shot. Often the use of the unsuitable bullet ends in the hunter's death. On small game the light caliber arm, six five-tenths ml 111-S. 111-S. meter, is used, and on large and dan gerous game the nine millimeter Mau- j Ber and 600 caliber cordite express i give the best results. The last-named rifle strikes the enormous blow of 8.700 pounds, and has a recoil of close on a hundred weight. That the man WITH A ROAR HE CHARGED DOWN ON ME LIKE AN AVALANCHE. an Africander and not like the average av-erage European that visits the dark continent, he will certainly find danger; danger that tries a hunter's confined to bird shooting with shotguns, shot-guns, or small game, with, say, a 32-caliber 32-caliber rifle, may understand the meaning of these figures, let me state that the ordinary 32-caIiber rifle has a recoil of perhaps ten to twelve pounds. The double-barreled shotgun, shot-gun, which to the ordinary hunter seems to have all the "kicking" capacity ca-pacity any weapon needs, has a re-soil re-soil of from 25 to 30 pounds. The 600 caliber cordite express is the most deadly hand arm made. Notwithstanding the terrific force of this 600 express bullet it must be placed in the correct part of an elephant's ele-phant's or a rhinoceros' anatomy to nerve, that requires an alert intelligence intelli-gence and a quick eye to pass through it and live. Mr. Cunninghame, who is organizing organiz-ing the Roosevelt expedition, is one of the most experienced and clever of African hunters. He will have complete com-plete charge of everything from the largest to the smallest detail. With him at the head of things the president presi-dent can depend on having a successful success-ful hunt. That is, if he is going for sport and not merely as a scribe looking look-ing for local atmosphere for his book. Many great African hunters have killed all their game in the narrow and dark confines of an ink bottle. Africa is a menagerie 11.500.000 miles in area, with the greatest combination com-bination of lakes, rivers, mountains and veld imaginable, a veritable paradise para-dise for wild animals. Notwithstanding Notwithstand-ing the destruction of big game, there game, selecting the correct rifle, loading with the proper ammunition, pointing out the place to shoot at and handing the hunter the weapon. The hunter merely pulls the trigger, after seeing that there are a number of shikarees (native hunters) in readiness to protect him should he miss his mark and the game charge. As often as not he misses, a shikaree shoots the game, and his employer gets the credit. It is the dangerous side only of African hunting that has any attractions for the man with any sporting instincts in him. and it is only that side of the hunt that is of interest to the laity. According to present intentions, Mr. Cunninghame will take the Roosevelt party over the route I have covered twice, the last time very recently. What I have passed through Roosevelt Roose-velt must face. He will be lucky if he comes out alive. Like most Boers, I have been hunting, hunt-ing, on and off. and associating with hunters since I was ten years old. Danger and hairbreadth escapes have happened so frequently to me that most of my hunting experiences appear ap-pear almost too commonplace to record. Yet some of them stand out vividly from the rest, especially those of recent occurrence. It would be impossible to hunt any length of time in Africa without having some adventures adven-tures worth relating; adventures in which a steady eye. nerves of steel, and a brain as quick as lightning are life-saving essentials to a big game hunter. Most game drops at the first shot from the rifle of an experienced hunt- on account of the thickness of the undergrowth. It meant a long, patient pa-tient crawl to a good shooting position, posi-tion, for to shoot at anything but close quarters in such country meant that the bullet, would be deflected by the bush. I put a solid nickel ball in the right barrel of my 600 caliber express ex-press for a head shot, and a soft nose split in the left barrel for a body shot. With the shikaree at my side and the gun bearer at my back, we crept silently, inch by inch, foot by foot, through the huge tufts of grass till a good view of the game presented itself. it-self. I took off my coat and hat, hung them on a low limb and crawled a few yards farther on. As I could not get a vital shot at any of the elephants ele-phants in their lying position, I gave a sharp whistle. In an instant they were upon their feet thrusting their trunks up in the air to get a scent of their enemies and holding out their enormous ears to catch the slightest sound. At last an old bull worked into the right position. I aimed at his weakest point, between the eye and ear, and gave him the solid shot. My aim was had: a piece of his tusk flew into the air. With a roar he charged down on me like an avalanche. ava-lanche. I leveled my express for a second shot and the natives stood ready. Down he came, the grass waving before be-fore him in billows. I waited 50, 40, 30, 20 yards, another second's suspense sus-pense and bang! I gave him the soft . bullet full in the chest. It failed to stop him. A screeching roar of pain burst from the charging monster and blood gushed from his trunk. I |