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...provisioned and armed and with guides. I smile, because I left Cartagena with nothing, not even a pocket knife, and lived in the jungle for almost six months. Five or six big jaguars that I encountered looked at me curiously and then scampered off. They were well fed on deer and pigs, and apparently had no wish to taste a half-starved Frenchman. At first the snakes bothered me, but finally I became accustomed to them...
...last dark row beneath the overhanging balcony, a lonely Cincinnatian last week called to those seated in front of him: "If it wasn't for you folks, I'd be afraid way out here in the country." Heads turned. A voice came back: "I understand they hunt deer up here between Rows J and K." The answer was cut short by a hammering sound, hollow and staccato, like a hatchet assaulting an orange crate: The 21st Republican National Convention was gaveled to order...
Scene: Cleveland. No deer but any tame elephant would have felt at home that day in Cleveland's auditorium. The audience chattering, the band playing, the smell of fresh pine lumber, were mindful of a circus. Over the delegates, like a cumulus cloud, hung a battery of loudspeakers shrouded in gauze. The voice of a man amplified to unearthliness rumbled through the hall. Chairman Henry Prather Fletcher, a midget in white, stood in a blaze of golden light from batteries of lights above his head. Everywhere cigaret smoke curled through the blue beams of eight great floodlights glaring down...
Died. Lucius Quintus Cincinnatus Lamar, 82, famed Indian scout who helped General Nelson Miles rout Sitting Bull Crazy Horse, Lame Deer and others in the Indian campaigns of 1875-77; in Washington. He was the son & namesake of Mis .iss oni's late great statesman who went from the U. S Senate to the Cabinet to the Supreme Court...
...Cape country Author Harriss writes about was a fox country. Bears still snuffled through the woods, and otter and coon and deer were plentiful, but the only enemy foxes had to fear was man. In the swamp where the Vixen bore her litter lived one of them, an Indian trapper. No sport, he killed for his living. But he accounted for fewer foxes than the local hunt, whose master was the hard-drinking widower Cap'n, squire of a plantation falling to seed almost as swiftly as himself. Of the Vixen's litter, two died in traps...