The wilderness hunter

The American Wilderness--Forests, Plains, Mountains--Likeness and Unlikeness to the Old-World Wilderness--Wilderness Hunters--Boone, Crockett, Houston, Carson--The Trappers--The...

In the Cattle Country--Life on a Ranch--A Round-up--Branding a Maverick--The Bad Lands--A Shot at a Blacktail--Still-hunting the Blacktail--Its Habits--Killing a Buck in August-...

Riding to the Round-up--The Open Plains--Sights and Sounds--Gophers, Prairie Dogs, Sharp-tail Grouse, Antelope--The Cow-camp--Standing Night Guard--Dawn--Make an Antelope Hunt--...

Hunting the Prong-Buck--Long Shots--Misses--Winter Weather--A Hunt in December--Riding in the Bitter Cold--The Old Hunter’s Tepee--A Night in a Line Camp--An Antelope Herd--Two...

A Summer on the Ranch--Working Among the Cattle--Killing Game for the Ranch--A Trip After Mountain Sheep--The Bad Lands--Solitary Camp--The Old Horse Manitou--Still-hunt at Dawn...

A Trip to the Big Hole Basin--Incidents of Travel with a Wagon--Camp Among the Mountains--A Trip on Foot After Goats--Spruce Grouse--Lying Out at Night--A Climb over the High Pe...

A Camp on Kootenai Lake--Traveling on Foot Through the Dense Forests--Excessive Toil--Water Shrew and Water Thrush--Black Bear Killed--Mountain Climbing--Woodchucks and Conies--...

A Hunt in the Bitter Root Mountains--A Trip on Foot--Two Bull Elk Fighting--The Peacemaker--All Three Shot--Habits of the Wapiti--Their Bugling--A Grand Chorus--Shooting a Bull...

In the Shoshones--Traveling with a Pack-train--Scenery--Flowers--A Squaw-man--Bull Elk Shot in Rain while Challenging--Storm--Breaking Camp in Rain--Two-Ocean Pass--Our Camp--A...

The Moose of the Rocky Mountains--Its Habits--Difficult Nature of Its Haunts--Repeated Failures while Hunting It--Watching a Marsh at Dawn--A Moose in the Reeds--Stalking and Sh...

Game Which Ought Not to Be Killed--Killing Black Bear with a Knife--Sports with Rod and Shot-gun--Snowshoeing and Mountaineering--American Writers on Out-door Life--Burroughs--T...

Manifold are the shapes taken by the American wilderness. In the east, from the Atlantic Coast to the Mississippi Valley, lies a land of magnificent hardwood forest. In endless...

No life can be pleasanter than life during the months of fall on a ranch in the northern cattle country. The weather is cool; in the evenings and on the rare rainy days we are g...

The whitetail deer is much the commonest game animal of the United States, being still found, though generally in greatly diminished numbers, throughout most of the Union. It is...

Early one June just after the close of the regular spring round-up, a couple of wagons, with a score of riders between them, were sent to work some hitherto untouched country, b...

As with all other American game, man is a worse foe to the prong-horns than all their brute enemies combined. They hold their own much better than the bigger game; on the whole...

During the summer of 1886 I hunted chiefly to keep the ranch in meat. It was a very pleasant summer; although it was followed by the worst winter we ever witnessed on the plains...

Late one August I started on a trip to the Big Hole Basin, in western Montana, to hunt white goats. With me went a friend of many hunts, John Willis, a tried mountain man.

In September, 1888, I was camped on the shores of Kootenai Lake, having with me as companions John Willis and an impassive-looking Indian named Ammál. Coming across through the...

Once, while on another hunt with John Willis, I spent a week in a vain effort to kill moose among the outlying mountains at the southern end of the Bitter Root range. Then, as w...

In September, 1891, with my ranch-partner, Ferguson, I made an elk-hunt in northwestern Wyoming among the Shoshone Mountains, where they join the Hoodoo and Absoraka ranges. The...

The moose is the giant of all deer; and many hunters esteem it the noblest of American game. Beyond question there are few trophies more prized than the huge shovel horns of thi...

It has been my good-luck to kill every kind of game properly belonging to the United States: though one beast which I never had a chance to slay, the jaguar, from the torrid Sou...