قراءة كتاب A Book-Lover's Holidays in the Open
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their lairs on the ledges and harry the big-horned sheep. He can journey through the northern forests, the home of the giant moose, the forests of fragrant and murmuring life in summer, the iron-bound and melancholy forests of winter.
The joy of living is his who has the heart to demand it.
Sagamore Hill, January 1, 1916.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | A Cougar Hunt on the Rim of the Grand Canyon | 1 |
| II. | Across the Navajo Desert | 29 |
| III. | The Hopi Snake-Dance | 63 |
| IV. | The Ranchland of Argentina | 98 |
| V. | A Chilean Rondeo | 117 |
| VI. | Across the Andes and Northern Patagonia | 130 |
| VII. | Wild Hunting Companions | 152 |
| VIII. | Primitive Man; and the Horse, the Lion, and the Elephant | 190 |
| IX. | Books for Holidays in the Open | 259 |
| X. | Bird Reserves at the Mouth of the Mississippi | 274 |
| XI. | A Curious Experience | 318 |
| Appendices | ||
| A | 359 | |
| B | 366 |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| On the brink of the Grand Canyon | Frontispiece |
From a painting by Theodore B. Pitman, reproduced in color.
| Colonel Roosevelt and Arthur Lirette with antlers of moose shot | |
| September 19, 1915 | Facing page 348 |
From a photograph by Alexander Lambert, M.D.
| Antlers of moose shot September 19, 1915, with Springfield rifle | |
| No. 6000, Model 1903 | Page 356 |
And a frozen wind that skims the shoal where it shakes the dead black water;
There's a moan across the lowland and a wailing through the woodland
Of a dirge that seeks to send us back to the arms of those that love us.
And make us all to dwell with him to the end of human faring.
CHAPTER I
A COUGAR HUNT ON THE RIM OF THE GRAND CANYON
On July 14, 1913, our party gathered at the comfortable El Tovar Hotel, on the edge of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, and therefore overlooking the most wonderful scenery in the world. The moon was full. Dim, vast, mysterious, the canyon lay in the shimmering radiance. To all else that is strange and beautiful in nature the Canyon stands as Karnak and Baalbec, seen by moonlight, stand to all other ruined temples and palaces of the bygone ages.
With me were my two younger sons, Archie and Quentin, aged nineteen and fifteen respectively, and a cousin of theirs, Nicholas, aged twenty. The cousin had driven our horses, and what outfit we did not ourselves carry, from southern Arizona to the north side of the canyon, and had then crossed the canyon to meet us. The youngest one of the three had not before been on such a trip as that we intended to take; but the two elder boys, for their good fortune, had formerly been at the Evans School in Mesa, Arizona, and among the by-products of their education was a practical and working familiarity with ranch life, with the round-up, and with travelling through the desert and on the mountains. Jesse Cummings, of Mesa, was along to act as cook, packer, and horse-wrangler, helped in all three branches by the two elder boys; he was a Kentuckian by birth, and a better man for our trip and a stancher friend could not have been found.
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