The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1914-09-08

ish IN its and with them all the |
letters OF etiquette. all the stiffness NJ
courts, all h diffidence of men who
ilve continually in the shackies Of zeal |
ousS aho dis1avor: Her am l a man. |
here am ] allowed to be one"
The hunting book was written after
the Crown Prince journey to the
Far East 1t describes tiger hunting
IN India and Ceylon and all sorts Of
exciting experiences in far-away
lands. but the young hunter does not
!orget the countless expeditions that
ne mas undertaken within the boun-
cares OF his native Germany, and
which form an important part of has
regular round OF existence. And it is
In describing these that much OF his
real nature rises to the surface. as. for
instance, in these sentences:
we hunters pity from the bottom Of
our hearts those men to whom hunt
ing game is some form or other in i'm
possible or unknown. And when /
say hunting, l really mean stalking.
10 my mind, WhOsover thinks at all
OF hunting-that wonderful combina-
non OF hghting, enjoyment OF nature,
anc self contemplation-is thinking In
reality only of stalking, and reeeg-
nizes things like a tiger hunt only as
a sort of exercise in shooting, by no
means as anything truly sportman-
like.
Really dangerous fighting, such as
was known to our ancestors-fghting
at close quarters with a beasts, I'M
fortunately, becoming almost I'M
known, owing to our constantly grow
ing culture. Therefore, that Unborn
JOY OF fighting that lies in the true
hunters nature must find substitutes
IN the physical excrtiOn Of stalking. in
he Drawing Of bad weather, in out
whiting the animal that is being stalk
ed, and, finally, in the joy of a gocd
shot.
The JOY Of fighting alone-or that
which today we may still call fight
ing-is, after all, not what takes us
hunters out into the hunting grounds
TO the real sportsman the great book
Of beautiful nature opens itself will
ingly. In the brilliant sunrise, in the
tired, silent midday sleep in the soft
evening which spreads peace owe,
forest and field, in the wild, bowling
mountain storm, the voice of natur
speaks to us solitary huntsmen in &C.
cents always different and always i'm
pressive, and sings to us the noble
song Of the Creator. -"
Such hours, spent alone = = = onl,
) they make life on earth worth living
For beauty and peacefulness many al
evening OF hunting that / have enjoy
! ed is, in my opinion, surpassed b,
, nothing in b world. How often du
, ring those evenings that l thought Q
those ord inscribed by the Crane
, Moguls over their palace in Agra: Il
! there is a Paradise on earth it i
here, it is here"
Nothing binds friends so closely a
!, hunting experiences which they hay
shared. When at night the flames ar
! Pickering in the fireplace, happ,
spOrtsmen are stretched It i bi
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: lips, eyes elancing toward the trophie
: on the wall, reminding each other o
how we stalked the deer togethe
that time" then it is that genuin
c~Omradeship is engendered.
May real huntsmen ever increas
and contemplate marksmen ever de
crease-that is my sincere wish!
OF this and similar passages in tn
book DIR. Liman writes:
Here is a free, honest confession
spoken openly, and it is a WELDON
= rounding out of the scant knoWledg
that a nation usually has concernin
: the internal and external life of a
= heir to the throne.
II Soldierly Nature.
le In another piece OF writing by tn
Crown Prince his essentially soldier
nature comes to the fore. This is tt
n preface written by him for German
- IL fAkfIlS, a OOON oSoiiAS "'
German Army and Navy, in which
t. gave forth these warning words:
rs Our fatherland. more than oth<
s lands, is compelled to look to its o.
ID lenses. Badly protected Ly its unfa'
ID orable geographical position, lying
Of the centre Of Europe, not looked upe
by all nations with affection, the &c
". man Empire more than all other n
t. tons Of his old earth has the no
C. duty before it of keeping its army al
navy always up to the highest point
id freadiness for war. IN that way aion
~leaninc on our good sword, can '
win our place in the sun, who
though our due, is not Willingly alloy
ed to us.
And further along ia the same wa
he like piece of writing the Crown Pfia
| has this to say:
co We are living in a time when an
Droudly point to their culture, a III
which is but too willing 70 plume