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Women Left Behind
by the Tuo Hunters.

Altogether Mr.. Akeley was re-
luctant to take In the feminines.
So he and Herbert started alone
on December 81. What follows 10
told by Herbert. for 1t was his
hunt, not mine.
I'VE left the camp at . quarter
Of Q. crossing the ravine to the
plains. then descending to follow
the cliff for a mile overlooking the
1ungles of the Ruind river.
"The buffalo had not been seen
for several days. In three-quar-
ters Of an hour we went down the
steep side of the ravine into q
gulch-like valley, a jungle Of q
forest, where we came upon the
fresh trail Of a single buffalo. fol-
lowing an old. well"worn path.
"The jungle was 80 dense we
could see only a few feet ahead on
the path. We took three boys in
with us, two to carry our guns and
q third for raincoats. After fol-
lowing the trail up the gulch. the
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Children All, We Cling to Rubbish Passion
ately All the Years of Our Lives, Only to
Leave ID, when We Die, to Other Children
who Prefer Some Other Sort of Rubbish"

Can't I have my own wheels7 I
need ~
After half an hour Of this, for
chilly restraining him now. while
the other children weep uproari-
ously in their own mothers arms,
Fights mother suggests franticaIly
that he break UP the old wagon,
and then everyone will have
wheels -
No usei It IL the old coaster
wheels, somewhat bent, and with
. hideous drassls Of hay rope clog
ging them. that are the pearls be-
yond price. There are tears. even
attempts At kicks, there are out
bursts Of almost Biblical maledic-
ton. And finally there Ia Eight.
banished in disgrace, and Six and
Four ostentatiously playing with
the wheels, which obviously bore
them TO pain the minute they really
have them undisputedi
Hes got to learn not to be 30
silly about trashr' says Fights
mother, with her heart chopped
into mincemeat because he Is still
audibiy sobbing upstairs in his hot
room, but with her manner firm
and righteous. And she returns to
the other women on the porch. and
perhaps goes on with a converse
ton that the quarrel has interrupt.
ed. something like this:
IN THE MEANTIME
mo, that was the end of
Georges sister. a. far a. I was
concerned ia always liked Louise,
too"
But it's too ridicuious-Georse
has the name, and our George IL
the oldest grandson. and we should
have had the portrait Of Grand.
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Brush Became Alive with Thrashing, Unseen
Shapcs-Enraged Cow Elephant Charges and
Falls Before Volley of Bullets. a@@ r.

One day. after Herbert's encoun.
ter with this bun. we saw q herd
of buffalo come out late in the
afternoon on the slopes of the
canyon not Ear away from us.
Through the glasses we could see
them grazing and strollins about.
It was a wonderful picture. and
Mr.. Akeiey hurried off with the
motion picture camera across the
plains above them. We saw him
disappear from sight and knew
that he was making his way
through the brush to maneuver
for a position. Suddenly we saw
the herd begin TO 60.
Ono by one those buffaloes
streaked through the open space
and vanished In the forest below,
q massive horned bull being the
last to disappear.
Something had given the alarm
just as the camera was being put
in readiness. So one Of the rarest
pictures In the world-superb wild
creatures in a rich beauty of back.
ground-dissolved without a film
record, leaving the photographer
only the memory and the exercise.
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Huge Bull Elephant With Splendid Ivory Heads
Herd Encountered by Hunting Party--Men
Salvage, TuSkS and Ears.
BY MARY HASTINGS BRADLEY

rN HE Ruindi plains, when first
penetrated by sportsmen
- about fifteen years ago.
must have been one of the worlds
richest game fields.
The plains lie south Of Lake
Albert Edward and stretch west to
q range Of nameless peaks beyond
which live the insoumis, the ma
lives who refuse to accept the Bel
gian rule.
The level, grassy tract Is broken
by light acacia growth and
occasional bits Of brush often
thickening into forest, and Is cut
by q deep. wide ravine choked
with Jungle. through which wan.
ders the Ruindi river on its way
TO the lake.
The plains are simply swarming
with antelope. cob and topi and
reed buck, grazing in literal thou
sands, but the buffaloes. which a
few years before had been feeding
boldly on the steppe, have been
made wary by occasional shooting
and have taken to the tangled
5ungles and the deep marsh Of
elephant grass on the river edge.
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Return of the Herd
Prevented by Shots.

We went over to the dead ele-
phant and found her a splendid
animal with a noble looking head.
The dvory could be left till It was
easier to cut out, but the men set
to work at once upon the ears and
portions of skin that they wanted
to save; and Martha and were
sitting down to wait In the shade,
some distance away, when a crash
ing behind US made us reach rap
idly for the guns left negiigently
against q tree.
Either the wounded COW or the
toto was coming back to investi-
gate, but we fired In the air and
the noises grew farther and farther
away.
Once or twice moro Of the ele-
plants came back, and once we
saw the toto cruising about In the
brush. We kept our guns near
while we. lunched In . nearby
glade.
The marabout storks were wing
ing in from every direction to feast
upon the kill. and Mr.. Akeley re-
mained that afternoon to try for a
picture OF them.
Coming home he discovered that
our elephants had not all bolted:
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father Davis. It makes me furious
at George that he calmly allows
Louise to keep Ill She says she
values ir-,-hai
II hinted for II as loudly as
could when Grandma Davis died.
and I had Lizzie tell her outright
that II ought to come to US, and
she never said one wordl So, as
I said. I'm done with her!
''1f she wants to act that way.
she can, but she won't get any en-.
courasement from me. I haven't
spoken to her since Christmas.
And perhaps the other women
speak up.
One Of them has been hunting for
four years for a ladle to match her
mothers set. and has offered to
buy the old one from her niece.
but the niece won't sell.
Another 10 exultant; her aunt in
Connecticut is dead, and she is to
have the whole set Of old Canton
imagine, girls!
And yet a fourth comes into the
conversation with an old, old
grievance; every one knows about
the wonderful barrel Of cut glass
that her Southern grandmother
had, and how the Federal soldiers
mashed their sun-butts into it over
and over and reduced. It to, powder.
HOW WE LOVE JUNK
Children all. we cling to rubbish
psssionately all the years OF our
lives. only to leave II when we die
to other children who prefer some
other sort Of rubbish.
We ill our attics with bundles,
marked parts Of Aunt Sarah's In
dian shawl" "old white trousers.
too small for Dick" collars, 1sh."
dolls Clothes" "old organdie
dresses"
We fill our medicine closet with
old powders and prescriptions, and
year after year we look at the halt
package Of orris root, and the half
bottle Of the jaundice cure, and the
tonic Belle left last summer. and
the three duinine pills bouncing
about In the bottom Of Q crushed
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the reclamation department Of the
army. then there could be a glo-
rious bonfire, and we would all 60
home feeling as II life was bigger
and q sweeter thing without that
awful majolica vase Of Aunt Ida's
TO dust any more, and with the
little Morellas wearing the boys
good, new, outgrown suits and
overcoats.
WOULDN'T 1T BE DELICIOUS
One often wonders who the
youngsters Of the next generation
are going to DO that will amaze us
As much as we amazed our elders
In the decorous early century.
when fiber chamois sleeves were
the rage and there was much talk
Of the directoire skirt.
wouldn't 1t be wonderful II
they began to set rid Of useless
lumber with half the enthusiasm
we show for collecting II?
wouldn't Il Be delicious to see
al the candIesticis we never light.
and the pillow rolls that aren't
pillows at all. and the frinsed,
naonogramed towels we never use,
and the service plates and finger
bowls after all. II isn't very nice
to think that we eat so untidily
we have to wash in publis,) and all
the little multiplied nuisances that
have to be busted and polished
and kept on shelves--to see them
all 60 flying and an era Of sim.
piicity and reainess come In!
Would we bemoan and COM
plain. I wonder7 imagine we
would. Bemoaning the old ways
and hoardins rubbish In trunks
are two infallible signs Of
Yes. OF getting old.
'o'''T''At s,aaies,.,. s,aai y SA' h''''H'
This IN onA Of . series Of Won
an 10 Woman Talks on present
day Family and social problems
that Mrs. Norris, AnScrica's best
loved and most popular woman
writer, is writing especially for
this Newspaper. Another talk WIN
Be printed nezt sunday.
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By KATHLEEN NORRIS:

A IL that is , beautiful
"A in life belongs to us
anyway, If we will but
take it. And the woman
who narrows her ambition
down to q certain two feet
of dark canvas, or q GER
tain bit of sparkling stone,
or q certain dozen Of old
plates, experiences q cor
responding narrowing Of
soul. She has given up
the bigness Of life, to con-
centrate upon the little
ness.
I wish we could have
another national holiday
"a Thingsgiving Day.
The essential purpose Of
the day would be ex-
Y,roouod uhan WA all nv.
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Characteristic Trees Yield
Bark Thot Makes Cloth.

Instead of the crooked. flat-top-
ped trees, so characteristic Of Afri-
can landscape; instead Of the low
branching. moss laden giants of
the gorilla forests, we had trees
that were fantastically tall and
vigilant:, the false fig trees. and
the effect Of hundreds Of them.
reaching up together. netted in a
luxuriance Of festooning vine. was
Of indescribable grace.
From this tree the natives make
bolt cloth. They hammer a piece
Of bark with scored ivory tools
until 1t Is stretched to surprising
dimensions and worked to supple
ness.
II is very resistent when pulled
against the grain. but at the least
strain on the other direction 1t
shreds like fiber. 1t has O beautiful
reddish color-that il, when first
worn.
Most Of It on our porters was In
distinguishable from q black rag.
The men draped It with fairly
classical grace, catching It nom
chalantly on the left shoulder.
With a bit Of bark cloth, Z sourd.
. bag knotted Of fiber. . clay pipe.
a bundle Of fire sticks, . knife or
spear all home made-the native IL
ready for any emergency and will
have warmth and food where your
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der over the disappearance Of the
old crystal paper weight from
Aunt Harriet's effects. and the
probable disposition Of Mama's
Sheffield tray. until I have looked
at them with the honest suspicion
that they were Joking.
THE BOOK THAT
EMBITTERED A FAMILY.
I have known women who
saved their own dolls. their chill.
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Natives Use Sticks
to kindle Their Fires.

The fire sticks are q precious
possession and are usually carried
within four or five tightly fitting
cases of skin to insure dryness.
A hole IL cut In q bit OF soft
wood and into that. a piece OF
hardwood Is fitted and twiried
about with q rapid, downward
motion OF the hands.
have seen a skillful man have
the soft wood fired IN three twirl-
ings. Sometimes a bit Of tinder
or charred rag is kept at the juno
ton of the sticks to catch the
spark, but the Rundi natives made
fire with only the wood itself.
We walked along the canyon
until the rim began to break down
into slopes and declivities. brush
covered, leading into the jungies.
We passed water buck. topi and
cob, which moved off and turned
to stare in big-eyed surprise; and
at a distance we saw the grass
close over the fitting shapes of a
lion and lioness going home after
O nights hunting.
Our guides began to lead US to
the left, into brush that grew
thicker and thicker. motioning us
for extreme caution and silence
in our advance.
The herd was In the jungle
ahead. The wind was blowing
from US to them-a circumstance
that your Congo native takes into
no account at all.
Mr.. Akeley felt decidedly that
the element Of surprise was going
to be lacking in our attack. He
was anxious to get motion pictures
Of elephants before we tried for
our hunting, but pictures could
only be obtained by maneuvering,
about with the greatest regard 20
wind and direction, SO he merely
followed along with his gun in his
hands and his camera men at his
heels.
Monsieur Flamand led, with Her
bert following, and came after.
with Martha next, and then Mr..
Akeley.
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rAvB yos ever noticed the
absurd little squabbles that
/ children can get into on q

TTAVB yo0 ever noticed the
absurd little squabbles that
AA children can get into on .
winter evening about the table, or
during the endless vacation after
noon on the hot side porch? sup
pose the violence Of them. and the
stupidness Of them. have given
every mother In the country more
than one good laugh.
1 mean the mood when children
select some valueless thing about
which to fight, and weep and rage
and argue for hours for the pos
session Of that one thing, and no
other.
Let US say that It is . pair Of
wheels from a broken coaster-I
have In mind many . quarrel that
has burst forth in my side garden
over just some such piece Of cum
bersome junk. The wheels, let US
say. have been lying neglected
about the place for weeks; they be-
long, strictly, to little Eight, but
Six and Four have taken possess
sion Of them and refuse to give
them UP.
The instant he sees them In the
younger children's hands. Of course
Eight needs them moro pressingiy
than he has ever needed anything
In his life. He begins, In that hot
summer-afternoon voice we all
know, his claim for them.
sPEARLs" BEYOND PRICE.
Those are my wheels. aren't
they, Mothers Aren't they. Mother7
And I need those wheels. I was
going To-. =
But. darling. you haven't touch.
ed them for weeks! Let the
others -"
But mother. they're minel
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box, and we somehow haven't the
heart to throw them out.
I have stayed in hundreds of
spare rooms whose bureaus were
bursting with paper patterns. and
old linen collars, and rolls Of serge
ripped open at dusty seams. and
the spreads that used TO be on
double beds, when there were
double beds. And I have heard
sensible adults wrangls and won
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Last Sight Of Beasts
Without Killing One.

Three times after that the four
Of US went into the jungle after
buffalo, putting in eight and nine
hours up and down the trails that
wound through the network Of
thickets. We went into marshes
where the grass closed over our
heads: we skirted pools on old
hippo runs.
Twice we heard buffalo without
seeing them; heard them as they
bolted past us. unseen, on trails
screened by thickets. Once we
thought we saw them when we
didn't, and fired--finding We had
been cunninsly fooled by shadowy
leaves.
And once-once when We had
given up hope. when we had seen
the marks Of the herd crossing the
river and were walking along a
path, we felt no longer eventful-
we came upon them.
I saw the black backs through
filigree Of trees at my left; raised
my gun and pulled the trisEer-and
the cartridge failed to explode. For
q minute thought II was bit Of
vine tamming the trigger and tore
at 1t. with 4 hiss Of warning to Mr..
AkeIey. who was Just ahead Of me.
But he had heArd the click Of my
gun and seen the buffaloes. He
fired, but just as the herd bolted. !
had flung out that dud cartridge,
then began shooting: 90 did Martha,
who had held her fire to give me
first shot; but the buffalo were fAf
on their way.
Just that one moment Of relaxa-
ton on the path and one cartridge
that wouldn't work had undone
nine thorough hours Of rigorous
care and stalking. Itwas q typical
buffalo day. Nine hours Of hard
work and one-half second Of hard
luck!
Copyright 1874. BY Mary Hastings
Bradley
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rived in Town Hall Square at ten o'clock in the morning
the things we didn't need And If there things that
simply couldn't be used when all the giving was done,
then there could be glorious bonfire, and we would all
without that awful majoica of Aunt 1das to dust
any more
Bemoanng the old ways and boarding rubbish In trunks
are two infallble signs-yes, Of getting old.
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guides. crossing the deep ravine
that encircled the camp and climb
ing up to the plains on the north
and east Of the river.
There were plenty Of baboons in
this ravine and we met them
nearly every day scurrying about
the slopes or crossing q log bridge
Of their own.
They were aloof but not parti-
cularly intimidated. and on one
occasion q huge fellow remained
in the path In front of Herbert and
myself. with a menacing air and
that made US look about for our
guns.
The gun boys. with the light
hearted lack Of responsibility
which made their cooperation so
desultory, had chosen that moment
for a merry bath in the river, and
our guns were somewhere along
the shore.
BY the time we had snatched
them up and advanced again. the
big baboon had decided not to dis
pute our way and went off over
his log bridge with grumpy barks.
One baboon, mischievously in
clined, would make q wicked an
tagonist for an unarmed man.
This morning We followed the
edge Of the plains. skirting the
canyon through which the river
wandered unseen in It's jungies.
We looked down on bits of for
est that were marvelously beauti-
full and utterly unlike anything
that we had seen.
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His Tough Hide Soon
DulIed Skinnin9 Knife.

1T was q huge hide, black and
thick, not woolly as our American
bison. but covered densely with
coarse hair. I was sorry not to
have q photograph Of him. but that
splendid head mounted would be
an enduring trophy"
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RICAN WOMEN FACE ELEPHANT STAMPEDE i'm CONGO
MRS. BRADLEY TELLS HOW SHE HELPED TO CHECK THE RU

that the natives had not led US to
the main herd.
On the slopes below him eleven
elephants came shouldering
through the green. one after an
other. and he got the camera in
position and photographed them,
There was huge bull in the
herd with splendid ivory. In order
to get the last bull TO turn and
face the camera, Mr.. Akeley fired
across his path and got his pic
ture as he swung around. a.
From the camp we had heard
their distant trumpeting. so we
hoped for another elephant hunt.
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Only Shred Of Old
Herds TydueI Trails.

Through those same jungles and
adjoining uplands the wide ele-
phant trails tell q story of the past
that must have been wealth amaz-
ing to the first poachers: now only
. shred Of the old herds travels
those trails. and these are ready.
at the, first alarm. to stampede
back to the impenetrable retreats
In the western mountains.
To get an elephant or q buffalo
now on the Ruindi means luck and
work. We thought that luck had
played into our hands the night
after I killed the lion which re-
fused to stay dead, for on our re-
turn to camp we heard elephants
trumpeting on the slopes below.
Mr.. Akeley inquired Of the ma
tives.if the herd were on this side
the river, and the answer, through
interpreters, was that It was not.
An DETERMINATION OF the coun-
try proved that the interpreter-or
the interpreting-was wrong, and
that the elephants had been just
below US.
II we had known It we would
certainly have gone down after
them. amply exercised, as we were,
after twenty miles Of lion search
ing; but. believing that We would
have to make . wide circle and
cross the river to get to them. We
let the occasion go by and dined
With their squeals and trumpet
ings IN our ears.
Plenty Of Baboons Were
Sighted Along the Route.
We planned to 20 down on them
next morning and Monsieur Flam-
and had natives out to locate the
herd.
We arose at dawn, and after
trsakfast started OF after the
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path. coming In the same way.
and saw a big. black buffalo.
down on his side. In a watery
marsh. He was very much alive.
SO put a shot through the
shoulder. and Mr.. Ackeley fol-
lowed with one through the back
of the neck.
The old chap Strengthened out
and died Immediately. We found
that my first shot had broken his
high hind thigh. breaking every
bone in the leg. It was q fatal
shot and he would have bled to
death. but he might have held out
In strength for . charge. even
on three legs. II We had not has
tened to finish him.
Victim Scared Veteran
Of Many Hard Fights.
HE was a big old bull. the
SCARED veteran of many fights.
As head Of the herd he had held
his position with heavy cost to
any who disputed It. He had not
gone without punishment himself
his right horn had been broken
off and its surface polished
smooth; his right eye was gone.
and he bore many marks Of
battle.
"The head was q magnificent
trophy. Under the gray mud his
hide was black and heavily haired.
I should Judge he weighed over
two thousand pounds.
Until one comes into close re-
lation with the African buffalo one
has no conception of the power and
size Of tho great animal. He 10
beautifully formed; there is clean
limbed grace In his fine lines an
well as strength and weight; he
has virility and combativeness In
every suggestion. and massivity
without awkwardness.
'The elephant has q certain ante
diluvian appearance; the buffalo
has a smartness Of finish. an air
taut and alert. keen witted and
inimical.
"It was then $50 and It would
be two hours before portsrs could
be brought. sent a note back to
camp to hurry out thirty porters:
then we set to work at once TO
skin the head.
I'VE skinned one side OF It. then
realized that We would have to cut
the entire head off to get II done
before dark. There was no time
to wait Tor the camera
while Mr.. Akeley was skinning
the head I cut the skin ready for
the men to begin taking Off, cut
ting down the inside Of the front
legs and the outside Of the back
ones. Before had gone a foot
my knife was dull. and I had to
sharpen and resharpen every few
strokes.
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She has given UP the bigness
Of life, to concentrate upon the
httleness. While she is fretting,
fretting. fretting about Grand
mas real lace collar, the oppor-
tunity TO secure ten such collars,
or ten thousand such collars.
may easily pass her by. She
will rage as she tells you that
her cousin appropriated every
stick Of furniture that was left
In tho old house. not knowing
that the real tragedy 10 the ugly
lines that come about her own
mouth when she talks Of II, and
the Sits to which she narrows
her eyes.
There are just exactly two
things to do with the books,
plates. furniture, china and
clothes We don't need. or dis
Hike.
1. Give them to sonhsbdy who
win be perfectly ecstatio to set
than. ./
.. Burn them.
LET'S HAVE THINGsGIvINa
DAY.
Life 10 . voyage. after all, and in
stormy seas. Tighten sail, men
tally and physically. whenever you
can.
Life is q battle. Don't fiji your
ammunition case and your kit with
flatirons, clocks, arithmetics. egg
beaters and opera glasses.
I wish We could have another
national heliday-a THANKSGIVING
Day.
OF course, we'd eventually have
turkey. and tce cream, and the
family to dinner. and all that. But
the essential purpose Of the day
would be expressed when we all
arrived IN Town Hall Square at 10
o'clock In the morning. wheeling
baby carriages or driving Fords
filled with all the things We didn't
need. And 81 there were things
that simply couldn't be used. when
al the giving was donA, not sven
by the Associated Charities nor BY
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Akeiey's gun go up and off. And
at the same time ! saw what he
was firing at--something big and
black opening over the bushes at
us-the outstanding ears of an
enraged COW elephant swinging in
on us.
didn't have time to revel in the
sensation of an elephant charge.
1 merely had the same feeling Of
blankness as II ! had seen a large
umbrella open over my head. Then
the umbrella collapsed.