Tales of lonely trails eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 476 pages of information about Tales of lonely trails.

Tales of lonely trails eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 476 pages of information about Tales of lonely trails.

We spent many full days under the shadow of Whitley’s Peak.  After the middle of September the aspens colored and blazed to the touch of frost, and the mountain slopes were exceedingly beautiful.  Against a background of gray sage the gold and red and purple aspen groves showed too much like exquisite paintings to seem real.  In the mornings the frost glistened thick and white on the grass; and after the gorgeous sunsets of gold over the violet-hazed ranges the air grew stingingly cold.

Bear-chasing with a pack of hounds has been severely criticised by many writers and I was among them.  I believed it a cowardly business, and that was why, if I chased bears with dogs, I wanted to chase the kind that could not be treed.  But like many another I did not know what I was writing about.  I did not shoot a bear out of a tree and I would not do so, except in a case of hunger.  All the same, leaving the tree out of consideration, bear-chasing with hounds is a tremendously exciting and hazardous game.  But my ideas about sport are changing.  Hunting, in the sportsman’s sense, is a cruel and degenerate business.

[Illustration:  White aspen tree, showing marks of bear claws]

The more I hunt the more I become convinced of something wrong about the game.  I am a different man when I get a gun in my hands.  All is exciting, hot-pressed, red.  Hunting is magnificent up to the moment the shot is fired.  After that it is another matter.  It is useless for sportsmen to tell me that they, in particular, hunt right, conserve the game, do not go beyond the limit, and all that sort of thing.  I do not believe them and I never met the guide who did.  A rifle is made for killing.  When a man goes out with one he means to kill.  He may keep within the law, but that is not the question.  It is a question of spirit, and men who love to hunt are yielding to and always developing the old primitive instinct to kill.  The meaning of the spirit of life is not clear to them.  An argument may be advanced that, according to the laws of self-preservation and the survival of the fittest, if a man stops all strife, all fight, then he will retrograde.  And that is to say if a man does not go to the wilds now and then, and work hard and live some semblance of the life of his progenitors, he will weaken.  It seems that he will, but I am not prepared now to say whether or not that would be well.  The Germans believe they are the race fittest to survive over all others—­and that has made me a little sick of this Darwin business.

[Illustration:  A black bear treed]

To return, however, to the fact that to ride after hounds on a wild chase is a dangerous and wonderfully exhilarating experience, I will relate a couple of instances, and I will leave it to my readers to judge whether or not it is a cowardly sport.

One afternoon a rancher visited our camp and informed us that he had surprised a big black bear eating the carcass of a dead cow.

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