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he suggested, I beg leave to refer to an ment. I had been at a tea party where IF
an artist has not the feeling for editorial-rather an astonishing editorial artists and art writers were foregathered, beauty in him, he cannot express it --that appeared recently in the "Morn- and as I was leaving an American friend in his work. It is strange how few ing Post," a journal not prone to what
said to me: "I am sending you on a artists have this sense of beauty. It is the modern world calls sentiment. The copy of the 'Atlantic Monthly' because I rare. Cleverness is common. Therefore editorial was called “The Man Without want you to read an article in it by there are more clever pictures and statues Hate," and, although the writer prefers to Glenn Clark called 'A Lost Art of Je- than beautiful pictures and statues. And use the words "good will” rather than sus.' She gave me an address to which the strange and satisfactory thing is that "love,” he makes it quite clear that in I was to send the copy of the “Atlantic the public wants beauty. I have watched Mr. Baldwin's mental composition “hate Monthly" after I had read the article. the visitors to the Royal Academy exhidoes not exist," and he adds—which It is the March issue; so this article on bitions and have marked the effect upon shows what a pass we have come to- "A Lost Art of Jesus," which I read with them of beauty-usually a little thing. that "Mr. Baldwin has evidently found intense interest, is being passed on from You cannot mistake that look in their that the principles which inspired the hand to hand. I read the article twice, eyes. Beauty--spiritual beauty-has Sermon on the Mount are something and then I had the curious desire to hear held them. more than the shadowy buttresses of a the Prime Minister make a speech upon And I have watched people standing dream.”
it. I fancy that he would thoroughly before the towering, simple monument on “The Man Without Hate," who be- approve of the use of the word "art" in the Thames Embankment to the dead lieves in the Sermon on the Mount-a the title of Dr. Glenn Clark's essay, and heroes of the Royal Air Force. On twentieth-century editorial.
So would his famous uncles and other the top is a great eagle, the color of
great Victorians, especially the Pre- gold, with outstretched wings, and on WAS thinking about these things— Raphaelite Brotherhood and Ruskin, the pedestal are these words from about art and beauty, and that the who took it for granted, not worth argu- Exodus xix. 4, “I bare you
on painting of pictures is but an episode in ing about, that there is something in- eagles' wings and brought you to mythe realm of art, which is really the finitely greater than mere technique, and self.” essence of life, when all superfluities have that cleverness is a drawback, because You cannot mistake that look in their been rejected, when- It is strange how when a man fixes his mind on cleverness eyes. Beauty--spiritual beauty, words these things happen just at the right mo- he overlooks the essential thing-beauty. allied to form-has held them.
How Many Ducks Will You Let Me
Kill in One Day?
By WILLIAM C. GREGG
WILLIAM C. GREGG is
R. HORNADAY, John Burn-
GREGG is all personal friends of mine. The Doctor is a John the Baptist preach
not a sentimentalist; he ing in the wilderness. He knows of the believes in the right to hunt. destruction (of game birds) to come, and preaches against it. Few men have his
Though he prefers a camera knowledge and zeal. When Dr. Horna
himself, he does not question day dies, there will be no other man in the taste of others who prefer America to take his place.
the shotgun and the rifle. He John Burnham is the President of the American Game Protective Association.
does question the right of We understand that the men behind him
hunters to control or influence are manufacturers of guns and ammuni- the game preservation policy tion. Dr. Hornaday thinks they are op- of the United States on the posed to reducing the limit of ducks and
which a hunter can kill in one day, geese
reasonable ground that an inbecause they are interested in selling
terested party makes a poor ammunition. Mr. Burnham, we believe, judge. admits the appearance, but says that they are high-grade men who understand and favor game protection, and, besides, public matters in which he and I have Mr. Burnham admits also that he is had a common interest, but I have not boss.
been in this bag-limit fight. I have always found John Burnham T. Gilbert Pearson is the President of absolutely square and patriotic in all the Audubon Societies. His character is
as square as his friendship for birds is long. You would, of course, expect an Audubon man to side with Dr. Hornaday, but, instead, he seems to be opposed to reducing the number of certain game birds which a hunter is allowed to kill. His argument is about as follows:
Thirty years ago the ducks and geese flying north and south across the United States stopped to feed and nest in swamps and marshes, where all kinds of bird feed abounded. In recent years there has been a mania among men to drain the marshes. This has destroyed the feed without adding much to the desired land values. Mr. Pearson makes the astonishing statement, or inference, that the ducks and geese which now fly over the old marshy feeding. beds are starving, and that it is perhaps better to shoot them than to let them die a drainage death. I understand that this is Mr. Burnham's view, and the view of the manufacturers of ammunition.
I want to introduce another character, Dr. E. W. Nelson, Director of the Bio
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logical Survey, a bureau in the Department of Agriculture which has to do with the conservation of animals and birds. I understand Dr. Nelson is very much concerned about this drainage of the marshes, and he probably agrees with the theory that it is better to shoot ducks and geese than let them be destroyed by famine. Dr. Nelson's position is too high and his mind too fine to attribute improper motives to him. But Dr. Hornaday thinks he is too much influenced by John Burnham.
I could introduce five or six more wellknown friends who show their teeth when this bag-limit controversy is mentioned. In their chosen field of learning all these men loom so high that in their presence I shift uneasily from one foot to the other in self-abnegation—that is, until I hear them discussing the bag limit.
All of these men agree that certain drainage should be discontinued and the
A morning's shooting areas restored to the original swamp. They do not all agree that starvation and fortified by plausible arguments. Perhaps I am unfair, but I suspect should be anticipated by shooting. They will also talk about shooting a deer them both of favoring deer-shooting as a
My experience with my naturalist or an elk as well as a duck to save him sport. Just a minute please. I am not friends is that they all have a .hobby- from possible starvation.
one of those anti-vivisectionists who horse which they once in a while take Take the Kaibab deer as an illustra- wouldn't kill a fly. I recognize the open out for an airing. My sympathies are tion. A year ago a commission was sent season for game shooting under wise laws largely with Dr. Hornaday, but if he out by the Agricultural Department to and regulations formulated by disintermoves too rapidly toward prohibition of report as to whether the deer in the
ested people. I am saying that hunters shooting, perhaps the bird bootleggers Kaibab Forest reservation (near the should not draw up these laws, lobby for will get the ducks just the same. But Grand Canyon) were starving or not,
them in National and State Capitols, and why should Mr. Burnham and Mr. Pear- and, if so, what was to be done about it. act as the chief advisers of the enforcing son get mad, real mad, because Dr. My friends Burnham and Pearson were officials. If hunters must be permitted Hornaday says it is wrong to allow hunt- members. I was asked to go, but could to do such things, I don't know of two ers to kill twenty-five ducks and eight not. As I understand their report and more intelligent and conscientious ones geese each day? Suppose some ducks do conclusion, it was substantially:
than John Burnham and. T. Gilbert die of starvation; they have at least had
That the deer has been protected
Pearson. their chance with nature. for so many years they numbered
Why can't the controversy be passed Why hold on to the twenty-five and
many thousands, that their feed was over, say, to the Izaak Walton League. eight like grim death? When a man has inadequate, and that they were in a Why not let the black clouds of contenshot fifteen ducks and five geese, suppose starving condition, or soon would be. tion move west from the metropolis and we gently say to him, "Friend, that's
center around Chicago for a while? Not enough until to-morrow morning." They recommended
all knowledge and wisdom are confined Some of these friends of mine are gun
(1) That as many deer as possible to Manhattan Island. hunters themselves. (I prefer a camera.) be given away and shipped from the
During the last eighteen months I reservation; or They are not unprejudiced. judges; they
have explored the southern Appalachian
(2) That hunters be allowed an have a trace of the cave man in their
Mountains from Georgia to Virginia. I
open season to shoot them; or make-up. They are very intelligent, de
(3) That the Forest Service do the
have really seen much of the remaining lightfully companionable; but when they
wild places. Do you know, I haven't put on their hunting togs, take down
seen an animal except one gray squirrel their double-barreled shotguns, and call You see, our two friends gave the and two or three rabbits? No deer, no the dogs they revert somewhat to the hunters the first chance. When hunters bears, no turkeys, no 'possums, no coons! prehistoric type. They pick up their go in, they want the best heads, the Are they extinct? The natives say not, dead birds with some gusto; otherwise finest specimens. It is hardly conceiva- but I wonder. I can tell you one thing: they would not hunt. I don't think them ble that they would take the runts—at whatever thinned them out, they didn't entirely qualified to write bird laws for least until the better specimens were starve to death. If Dr. Hornaday had Congress. Neither would I allow the killed off. Why didn't our friends give
killed off. Why didn't our friends give had his way down there, that beautiful Boone and Crockett (big game hunters') the shooting job to the Forest Service as region would now be stocked with native Club to formulate the big-game policy a first plan? I presume the old and animal life, not to be enjoyed at the for the American people. This hunters' weak deer would then have been selected dinner-table, but in their natural places sympathy for hunters crops out and may for extinction and the strong specimens and by a better educated and more enbe ranged against the animals and birds, left to perpetuate the species.
lightened American citizenry.
Wild Horses as Scenery
By RUFUS STEELE
LL tourists this way, please. would force a path into their scenic won- which did not appear to be cattle. Some-
the first auto stage, Bryce Can- ways been just mustangs, and it was takably equine figure would be silhouetyon visitors the second one. Wild-horse only when the tourist invasion was upon ted against the sky. As they watched chasers will take the other stages; but them in earnest that they began to un- the lookout would take alarm, leap down first line up to receive rules and regula- derstand that a band of wild horses, and lead his flock off at a pace never tions, saddles and sombreros, lunches comprising a prancing, sagacious old effected by domestic horses while grazand lariats. Remember, you're to think stallion and his harem of clean-limbed, ing, leaving a thin cloud of desert dust in twice, then go as far as you like—at your free-running mares, which could belong the air. own risk.”
to anybody for the taking, was some- “Look at those horses!” somebody Some such announcement as this, thing to get excited about. Visitors would exclaim. “They must have broken sooner or later, may greet the tourists about to depart for their homes in the the fence and got out of their pasture.” who drop off the train at Cedar City, over-civilized Eastern States began to say The driver would push back his somUtah, the gateway to the new Zion Na- to the ranchmen: “But suppose we want brero—all Zion auto stage drivers wear tional Park and sundry other wonders to come back next summer and chase broad sombreros—and laugh. "Those that are included in the Zion Park tour. mustangs until we catch us a few of broomtails probably never were inside a The Government, the good folk of Cedar these wild beauties. Are you prepared, for fence in their lives," he would explain. City, and the Union Pacific, which built a suitable compensation, to furnish the "They're mustangs. the branch road in to Cedar, experienced saddle animals, the gear, and the know- "That must be awkward when they're the fulfillment of their hope that the first how?"
And the puzzled ranchmen, needed in a hurry. Who is their rightful wide-open season would show the visitors looking hard at the earnest faces of the owner?" streaming homeward full of enthusiasm visitors and then out into the shimmering "Why, you, ma'am; or the gentleman over what they had seen; but no one desert with its significant specks dancing on the back seat who thought the chuckseems to have anticipated the tourists' in the distance, grinned and answered, walla we passed was a young alligator. interest in what has proved to be a sen- "Shore 'nough, friends; why not?" The whole flock will just naturally besational attraction. The wild horse—the It was after the visitors had made the long to anybody who wants them-and real, ownerless article that has never acquaintance of the glowing peaks and can catch 'em." looked through a bridle and that has domes of Zion, as a rule, that they And, to the astonishment of the driver never spent a night in a stable in his life caught their first glimpses of the wild and other natives, the visitors watched —takes rank, at the end of the first ac- bands. The auto stage would emerge for wild horses for the remaining three tive summer in the new park region, from Zion Canyon and begin the second hundred and fifty miles of the tour, and along with Zion's Great White Throne leg of the new park's tour, a hundred asked so many questions that they were and the natural painted palaces of Bryce miles of road that crosses sage-brush like encyclopædias on the subject when Canyon.
desert and the Prismatic Plains to the they got back to Cedar City. The hardy ranchmen of southwestern Kaibab Forest and the North Rim of the There were plenty of things to be Utah are surprised and delighted. They Grand Canyon. Off in the sage the learned—things of absorbing interest to had realized that some day the world travelers would discern moving objects those to whom a wild horse on the hoof was not only a new sight, but an abso- sanctioned of the law, and hundreds horse-trappers occasionally witness, is an lutely new creature on their mental of him have fallen during the past sum- awesome and often a dreadful sight. horizon. mer.
The mustangs, living on range grass The wild horses have been there al- It is estimated that between Cedar and sage, nibbling the bark of the quakways almost. The accepted theory is City and the North Rim of the Grand
City and the North Rim of the Grand ing aspen, and in times of famine delibthat they are descended from horses that Canyon, in the general district embraced erately eating both bark and wood of the escaped from Coronado and his men as in the Zion Park tour, at least fifteen cottonwood tree, range in weight from the Spanish adventurers moved up the thousand wild horses remain. They eight hundred to twelve hundred pounds. Pacific coast in 1540. Horses were not have not ventured presumptuously out to There are blacks, bays, whites, and native to America-originally the In- the populated districts, but the world roans. There are splendid palominasdians had none. Through the centuries has come in to them. The scenic won- horses as yellow as buckskin, with flowthe horse of the Western wilderness has ders have justified the building of a rail- ing manes and tails of jetty black. developed lines and a character of his road and highways into the fastness in There are pintos, too. Three summers own; but to this day there is frequently which are perhaps the finest wild horses ago a band of nine pintos ranged the found among the mustangs an atavar- in existence. Along no other highway Kaibab meadows and outlasted the best an animal with the spirit, speed, and un- may the traveler by the auto stage or in efforts of the horse-catchers to make mistakable lines of his pure Arabian his own car see a dozen bands of wild them captive. Incidentally, it may be progenitors which escaped from Coro- horses in the course of a day. The stated that the wild horses are far more nado. In spite of the ancient determina- bands usually number from one dozen difficult of approach than are the Kaition of men to make all of his kind to three dozen head. The stallion, who bab's black-tailed deer. captive, in spite of diminishing ranges, has won his mares by fighting, and who The mustangs are fast, cautious, and of dry seasons, and, latterly, of wanton holds them by the same primitive law of move under leaders that are sometimes slaughter by the cattlemen and sheep- conquest, is always in command. One sagacious almost beyond belief. Trying men, the wild horse has held his own or two male yearlings or two-year-olds to run them down is usually poor busiexceedingly well. He has become so may be in the band, but no mature stal
In southern Utah and northern plentiful-and, it is argued, so destruc- lion may join without first beating down Arizona the favorite method has been tive—that in Montana and Wyoming his or destroying its leader. A finish fight trapping them at the water-holes. The annihilation by any means has been between stallions, such as ranchmen and wild bands are at a disadvantage, because
the water-holes are not numerous. When no better authority than Parry himself had a hand in arranging many of the a spring is fenced and the gate left open,
could have been consulted, for since his scenes for which wild horses have actuthe mustangs may approach night after earliest youth “Chaunce” has roped, ally “sat.” He has hidden the cameranight for weeks or even months without trapped, and outwitted wild horses, and man at the water-hole and contrived to entering. In a year or two, if not fright- has enjoyed as much fame in the south- get the wild bands to him. He knew ened, they will regularly enter the inclo- ern Utah horse plateaus as has Charles how to work, because he was aware that sure to reach the water, but each time "Pete” Barnum, inventor of the canvas the mustangs liked to drink at least once only after the stallion has reconnoitere corral trap, in the wild-horse country of in three days. On one of these underand has given an affirmative signal. The Nevada.
takings he discovered from a mountainhorses enter at a brisk pace, and as soon "I always have time to talk with a peak lookout that a magnificent paloas they have drunk their fill they gallop visitor who really wants to know about mina stallion was leading a band of out the opening and do not relax their these mustangs," Chaunce said; “for
Chaunce said; "for thirty-eight mares and colts in a distant speed until they are two or three miles there is hardly a man whom I respect arroyo. Instantly came the resolve to away. When the mustangs are using an more than I do the grand old leaders of get that great leader and his extraordiinclosed spring, the trapper hides in the wild bands who have foiled every nary harem to the water-hole where the brush or in a hole in the ground so lo- effort to capture them for years. I watch camera was to operate, twenty-five miles cated that his scent will not carry, and a 'dude' studying some fine specimen at away. A day was consumed in the planwhen his prizes are inside he leaps out to long range through his glasses, or, as ning and many days in executing the shoot the gate bars across the opening. often happens, when we are able to glide But the moment came when the The horses are terrified at first, but in a along with the stage quite close to a horses, having found themselves turned day they calm down. They may be puzzled band that would never allow a back from every other source of water, roped and thrown and given a first lesson horseman or an unmounted man to come were making straight for the spring where under the saddle on the spot; but they so near, and if Mr. Dude begins to trem- the camera was in wait. Parry himself, are more likely to be roped, tied in pairs, ble with excitement and exhilaration I from the shoulder of an overlooking and thus removed to a ranch corral, to want to get hold of him and shake his mountain, was to signal the cameraman be subdued in easy stages. Sometimes a hand. He's my kind. Of course, most
when the band was approaching. wild horse and a tame old mare will be of the visitors who see the mustangs for
Other desert denizens had planned to fastened together by hackamores and the first time and declare they are com- drink at that spring that morning-three turned loose. At first the wild one tries ing to catch their own will get over that gray coyotes. They came gliding down to carry the gentle animal to the re- notion before another summer comes;
to the water and drank their fill, unamotest corner of the desert; but the wild but if an occasional fellow (or maybe a ware that an excited cameraman was one wears out in time, and the homing woman) does drift back here and refuses cranking on them through yards and instincts of the mare, who knows where to be shown that the thing is impossible yards of film. From the far high point oats await, will cause her to bring back and absurd-well, I guess I'll forget fluttered Chauncey Parry's signal, but the reluctant captive to the ranchman's business, dig up the old outfit and help- all the cameraman saw was his three unbarn. Often enough the wild horse has ers, and do all I can to let Mr. Dude en- expected visitors.
The horses were his revenge. There are many instances joy the adventure of a lifetime.” nearing the spring. The cameraman on record where wild horses that had When this horse-loving auto-stage raised slightly to see if any sort of signal been forced to become members of ranch
manager has a listener whom he feels was discoverable. Instantly he saw the droves have led the gentle ones off to the will really understand, he leads him out horses; and instantly, although the camfreer life of the desert. Certain stallions on Bright Angel Point and tells him of a eraman sank deep and motionless into have made themselves outlaws, with a tragedy of the summer of 1924 while his blind, the palomina stallion was price on their heads, because of their pointing out the geography of it. Work- aware that something was wrong. He continued activities in stealing gentle ers engaged in improving the trail from halted his big flock. He moved this way mares for their seraglios.
the North Rim down into the Grand and that, trying the air with his nose. It was when the Eastern visitor, fol. Canyon had seen in a band ranging near He began to circle the spring. He conlowing a trail up to the West Rim of
the great abyss a splendid young sorrel tinued this maneuver, never bringing Zion or down into Bryce, learned that mare. The more they saw of that horse, himself within good camera range and the sleek, handsome saddle animal be- the more they longed to possess her. On never allowing one of his band to draw a tween his legs was a one-time wild mus- a holiday they cleverly planned a chase. single step nearer. After three-quarters tang that his joy became full. There The sorrel mare was successfully cut out of an hour, during which the cameraman was no end of thrill in thinking-with from her band, and found herself with all but perished from excitement and every possible justification that he was
her pursuers on one side of her and the strain, the stallion came to a sharp deriding the sure-footed and now submis- Canyon brink on the other. They closed cision. He flew at his thirsty mares, sive creature upon the very slope where in to take her at a point where her trail beat them into right about, took up the he had once scampered at his own sweet grew so narrow that a man could barely lead, and carried them away from the will before there was a sign of a trail. travel it. But the mare pushed straight spring and over the desert hills at top
Chauncey G. Parry, manager of the on along the diminishing ledge. The speed. There was not the slightest use gray, low-swung, easy-riding auto stages, men spurred ahead to force her back to in trying to do anything further with was of the opinion that the tenderfeet safety, but none ever laid hand or rope that band. They had not tasted water asked as many questions concerning the upon her shining coat. She left the in several days, but it was five days more wild horses as they did concerning the ledge, and by and by the horror-stricken before they slipped down in the dark to possibility of throwing a bridge across watchers heard a thud that came faintly a water-hole; and that water-hole was the Grand Canyon's thirteen-mile width from the rocky Canyon floor, fifteen nearly one hundred miles away from the at Bright Angel Point or of the commer- hundred feet below.
spring where a cameraman met with cial possibilities for a paint mill in the It has become the fashion to turn wild- what he will always regard as the tragdepths of colorful Bryce Canyon. And horse novels into film. Mr. Parry has edy of his life.