The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-12-22

at the home of VIM. T. Hornaday,
of the Smithsonian Institute, in LIE
Droit Park. And such a study, too.
Objects on every side betrayed the
tastes and told something of the life OF
it's owner. The walls display a
tempting array of books, chiefly re-
!ating to natural history, travels and
sports, all the remaining available
space being covered with drawings and
paintings OF jungle life, maps, cases
OF manuscript, rifles, mounted heads
OF animals and stuffed birds. Over
tho desk is arranged group OF so-.on
drawings, representing scenes from the
naturalist's liiein the jungles otSouth-
ern India among elephants, bison,
tigers and otherbig game. On the op-
posite wall hang four large pictures
representing Bornean scenes, the most
striking Of which is a lifesi water
color OF Mr.. Hornaday's baby orang-
utan. made famous by published des-
criptions. The picture represents a
homely red-haired beast with O. bald
and shiny brown pate, seated medita-
lively on the limb OF a green tree. On
the floor are scattered grand trophies
OF the chase. A splendid leopard
skin of the largest size is spread out
like a rug. An elephants foot is
mounted and upholstered as foot
stool. Near by is q magnificent 'buffa-
10 head, head of a prong-horn ante.
lope OF exquisite finish, heads and ant
lers of deers, and most interesting of
all, huge tigers skull, garnished with
enormous teeth, that proves to be
from the tiger that fell to Mr.. Horna-
days rifle in Southern India, as de-
scribed in 1.-TWO Years in the Jungle"
1t was to this study that Mr.. Horna-
day had. invited the Star reporter,
who had called to chat with him. The
surroundings and the approach of
Christmas day naturally suggested
the question with which the reporter
hoped to draw out a. narrative OF
some OF the naturalist's interesting ex-
periences.
ooh, yes" said Mr.. Hornaday, II
spent one Christmas in genuine hunt
er's paradise, the most truly Happy
hunting ground mortal man ever
dreamed of. If you have read my
Jungle book you know what mean
the great Animallai forest in Southern
India. There are O. few suggestions Of
it,, and the naturalist pointed to the
group OF pictures on the wall.
GLOW did you spend that particular
Christmas?"
"Well, it was sort of a retrospect
i've Christmas, SO to speak, and not a
particularly jolly one, either; and yet
it ought to have been. You see, it
was almost the last day of my grand
huntin those hills, and nly work there
was practically finished. [ was wait
ing for some carts to come up from
the low country and haul down my
collection. I had been there about
six months, and had gathered in skins
and rough skeletons by the cord,
actually. In spite of the fever I had
the finest kind of luck, and there real
ly was nothing more to be desired
from that locality. I had had enough
first. class hunting to last any reason
able man for lifetime; but when that
Christmas came l felt really blue over
the thought that the end had come at
last, for you see knew that after
once getting away would forever be
longing to come back,
"You must havekilled agreat many
head Of big game there from first to
last?"
eyes," said Mr.. Hornady, ~ did
| when you consider that we preserved
everything killed, except when we
| killed for meat. The actual figures,
however, were not really great in any
other sense, and don't represent more
! than one tenth OF what ! could have