Outing . entire failure. Apparently he thoughthe could divide his energies betweenbuccaneering and the making of a valu-able journal, but he found that buc-caneer finance is an inexorable master,willing to reward only those who servewith singleness of purpose. But while buccaneering operationsbrought Dampier only vexations and dis-tress (he had no special pleasure even inbuccaneer carousals), every stroke of hispen was of value. In the days of LaSalle and Frontenac and Iberville—when the French were vainly exploring DAMPIER, PIRATE, EXPLORER AND AUTHOR 631 the interior of North America for an
Outing . entire failure. Apparently he thoughthe could divide his energies betweenbuccaneering and the making of a valu-able journal, but he found that buc-caneer finance is an inexorable master,willing to reward only those who servewith singleness of purpose. But while buccaneering operationsbrought Dampier only vexations and dis-tress (he had no special pleasure even inbuccaneer carousals), every stroke of hispen was of value. In the days of LaSalle and Frontenac and Iberville—when the French were vainly exploring DAMPIER, PIRATE, EXPLORER AND AUTHOR 631 the interior of North America for an cumstances be considered, it is seen that all-water route to China, William Dam- while the world has since been mapped pier, with note book in hand sailed and described to the last habitable nook around the world three times. As a and corner, no one has ever equalled or traveler and explorer he was without a ever can equal the exploring record of peer in his day; and if all the cir- this British A MIXED BAG HAD HUNTED HIMSELF—CERTAINLY DRY—PETERS TRUE BEAR STORY-PRESERVING THE LAKES—OF COURSE—ALL IN KNOWINGHOW—FIRST AID TO INJURED PLOVER HAD HUNTED HIMSELF BELMORE BROWNE, mountain-climber and hunter of big game,tells this story. It happened sev-eral years ago when Mr. Browne was alad of seventeen or eighteen. He wascamping in the Cascades with a partyof older men and had been sent downto the canoe landing to bring up someduffle. In the list was a rifle, as theparty expected to stay until the huntingseason opened. On the way back tocamp Mr. Browne met an old man,gray-bearded, stooped, wrinkled, a verit-able old-timer. Hello, son, quoth the old you goin with the gun? The boy explained and the old mansmiled reminiscently. I used to besomething of a hunter myself, he kin remember my first deer hunt. Iwas a kid of about your age, back inMinnesota. We used to hunt with dogsin them days an shoot the deer fromstands. One day I went out with somenei
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