The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1910-05-12
JONES AND THE JUNGLE.
Promises to Put the Lions Reputa-
ton on the Blink.

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game that has kept space writ
ers in cakes for years-not to speak
of one eminent person who has been
burning up words at a dollar per
| holocaust for some months past. 1t
isn't chubby in Jones to go cheering
through the jungles, roping lions
running the BJ brand on them, and
then turning them loose to lick the
hot spot. 1t not only puts the repu-
tation of the king of beasts on the
blink, showing him 10 be harmless
brute who can be tied up as easily
as a 81 calf, but it destroys a tradi-
ton. The next mighty hunter who
goes after the Tumbo record will
have to tell it to phonograph. No
other audience would stand hitched.
There may and there may not be a
moving picture end to Buffalo Jones
jungle exploits. A perverse and
suspicious generation is apt to sus-
pect something of the sort. But
even if there is the facts are not to
be disputed. Here is man of sixty
six years, whose life has been spent
in the hardest of all occupations
that of cattle ranching in the west
who can barely eat 81 or SIS worth of
food at meal, and can hardly stick
on horse more than thirty-six
hours at a stretch, going into the
African jungle, and roping, tying,
and branding all sorts of wild beasts
with the same unconcern that he
would show in venturing into the
milking pen at home. The chances
are that When he gets back it will be
discovered that he hasn't had occa-
sion to crack a cap at ferocious
animal during his trip. Lion hunting
will be displayed by him as a milk
mild and sedentary occupation, to be
recommended for invalids and
children.
That's Jones's point of view,\ any
how. He used to be warden of the
Yellowstone Park, and found that the
grizzly bears-protected by law in
the park-were annoying tourists by
refusing to pose for photographs.
So Jones took a large elm club and
went out and, chastised the bears.
He had to tie them up to trees for
the operation, not because they were
dangerous to Jones but because
he, hated to chase bears on foot,
every now and then reaching re-
treatinf rump with a wallop. And
when any one sent in an order for
a mountain lion, Mr.. Jones went out
and got the lion with string. Just
threw moose around his neck,
kicked him in the Stats few times,
and rode the lion back to camp. All
his life he has dealt with wild ami
mails in preference to tame. There
is more fun in it-for Jones-not
the animal.
A fine, breezy person is this master
of the rope. Born in New England,
he left for the west as soon as he
conveniently could. In 1885 he got
an idea that some one should pre-
serve what was left of the buffalo.
In one days ride he roped and tied
eight calves: AS the wolves were
following him looking for light
lunch, he left an article of apparel
with each calf, knowing that the
followers would suspect trap. He
would have caught nine calves, except
that he couldn't pry loose his ear
ring. That was the only garment he
had left. He had a ranch down on
the Colorado river where he raises
buffaloes, lions, and sandstorms in
equal proportion. Now and then he
sells a cattalo, too-tbe product OF
CTOSS U0LWSSu IlC OOuASoIAS SnSIAS
and the buffalo. When he went into
the business buffalos. were drug at
500 each. Now they are worth ST.
5OO-and he has cornered the mar
ket.
He isn't happy out of the saddle.
He is all tanned leather and struc-
tural steel. He isn't Snowman or
poet or a faunal naturalist or four
flush. He is just a cow-puncher with
a bug on catching bad beasts with a
string. He doesn't like to kill, for
he believes that all animals fear
death-and, anyhow, it's more fun to
catch 'em alive. If he had any busi-
ness faculty he would long ago have
been at the head of some sort of a
woozy west show with a box office
annex. He has the show as it is, but
he furnishes his own audience. Now
and then some dyspeptic millionaire
visits him in the sand and lives on