The Hunters' Feast: Conversations Around the Camp Fire
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Reid Mayne. The Hunters' Feast: Conversations Around the Camp Fire
Chapter One. A Hunting Party
Chapter Two. The Camp and Camp-Fire
Chapter Three. Besançon’s adventure in the swamps
Chapter Four. The Passenger-Pigeons
Chapter Five. Hunt with a Howitzer
Chapter Six. Killing a Cougar
Chapter Seven. The Cougar
Chapter Eight. Old Ike’s Adventure
Chapter Nine. The Musquash
Chapter Ten. A Rat-Hunt
Chapter Eleven. Musquitoes and their Antidote
Chapter Twelve. The ’Coon, and his Habits
Chapter Thirteen. A ’Coon-Chase
Chapter Fourteen. Wild Hogs of the Woods
Chapter Fifteen. Treed by Peccaries
Chapter Sixteen. A Duck-Shooting Adventure
Chapter Seventeen. Hunting the Vicuña
Chapter Eighteen. A Chacu of Vicuñas
Chapter Nineteen. Squirrel-Shooting
Chapter Twenty. Treeing a Bear
Chapter Twenty One. The Black Bear of America
Chapter Twenty Two. The Trapper Trapped
Chapter Twenty Three. The American Deer
Chapter Twenty Four. Deer Hunt in a “Dug-Out.”
Chapter Twenty Five. Old Ike and the Grizzly
Chapter Twenty Six. A Battle with Grizzly Bears
Chapter Twenty Seven. The Swans of America
Chapter Twenty Eight. Hunting the Moose
Chapter Twenty Nine. The Prairie-Wolf and Wolf-Killer
Chapter Thirty. Hunting the Tapir
Chapter Thirty One. The Buffaloes at last
Chapter Thirty Two. The Bison
Chapter Thirty Three. Trailing the Buffalo
Chapter Thirty Four. Approaching the Buffalo
Chapter Thirty Five. Unexpected Guests
Chapter Thirty Six. A Supper of Wolf-Mutton
Chapter Thirty Seven. Hare Hunting and Cricket Driving
Chapter Thirty Eight. A Grand Battue
Chapter Thirty Nine. The Route Home
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Our route was west by south. The nearest point with which we expected to fall in with the buffalo was two hundred miles distant. We might travel three hundred without seeing one, and even much farther at the present day; but a report had reached Saint Louis that the buffalo had been seen that year upon the Osage River, west of the Ozark Hills, and towards that point we steered our course. We expected in about twenty days to fall in with the game. Fancy a cavalcade of hunters making a journey of twenty days to get upon the field! The reader will, no doubt, say we were in earnest.
At the time of which I am writing, a single day’s journey from Saint Louis carried the traveller clear of civilised life. There were settlements beyond; but these were sparse and isolated – a few small towns or plantations upon the main watercourses – and the whole country between them was an uninhabited wilderness. We had no hope of being sheltered by a roof until our return to the mound city itself, but we had provided ourselves with a couple of tents, part of the freight of our waggon.
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“Huge ones they were, many of them; and many were they in number – a hundred at least were crawling over the islet, before, behind, and on all sides around me. Their long gaunt jaws and channelled snouts projected forward so as almost to touch my body; and their eyes, usually leaden, seemed now to glare.
“Impelled by this new danger, I sprang to my feet, when, recognising the upright form of man, the reptiles scuttled off, and plunging hurriedly into the lake; hid their hideous bodies under the water.
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