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Perhaps you have thought that the only way to hunt animals
is with a gun, but =MartinJohnson and his wife, =Osa, have
spent many years hunting them with a camera. In this story he
tells you why camera-hunting is far more dangerous and
thrilling than hunting to kill. He also tells some most
surprising things about elephants.

My wife, =Osa, and I were "camera-hunting" in =Africa.
=Boculy, the native whom we had engaged to find elephants
for us, came running into came greatly excited. He was
out of breath and raised and lowered his hands exclaiming
jerkily in =Swahili, his native language: "Big elephants --
big elephants -- all together -- very quiet -- come quickly!"
In a few moments we had our gun bearers and camera boys
with their heavy loads under way. Shortly after, we came up
with the herd. There were seven animals quietly feeding on
the edge of the forest. Three were cows and two were bulls
-- big fellows. Two "totos," or babies, wandered about in the
tall grass.


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=ErnestThompsonSeton has for a long time been studying birds and
animals and writing about them. He is also an artist of wildlife.
For a number of years he lived in the backwoods of =Canada and
on the plains of the West. In this article he gives some very sensible
advice about gathering birds' nests.

What good are old bird-nests? These are some of the uses they serve:
A deer mouse seeking the safety of a bramble thicket and a warm
house, will make his own nest in the deserted home of a cat-bird.
A gray squirrel will roof over the open nest of a crow or hawk and
so make it a castle in the air for himself. But one of the strangest
uses is this: the solitary sandpiper is a bird that cannot build
a tree nest for itself and yet loves to give to its eggs the
safety of a high place; so it lays in the old nest of a robin, or
other tree bird, and there its young are hatched. But this is only in
the Far North. There are plenty of old bird-nests left for other uses
for you.


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"=America is far away," the minister answered dryly. "News carries thither
slowly, and as slowly comes back again. It is twenty years since your country
fought mine; we believe that =America is ceasing to watch us. The =Atlantic
is a broad and windy sea."
"You do not know," the young officer replied slowly, "that there is a wise man
in my country, my comrade and dear friend, who has learned how to make the
=Atlantic a thousand miles less broad. He built this ship with which we have
shortened the voyage by four days and will, when we set sail again, lessen it
by more than that. Your pirate vessels are swift, but Yankee wits are swifter,
and presently your vessels will bring back a tale -- for every sea-coast will
ring with it -- that =JonathanAdams ship, the =WestWind, has crossed the ocean in
eighteen days."
"Eighteen days," scoffed the other, "that is past any man's belief. Ships move
by sails, not wings!"
"Eighteen days," repeated =Humphrey sternly. "I promise you that you will
hear of our voyage made in just that time. And when other vessels are built
to match or to better her, our country will come a great stride nearer to you,
a thousand miles nearer to traitors, murderers, and thieves."


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But =Epimetheus himself, although he said very little about it, had his own share of
curiosity to know what was inside. Seeing that =Pandora intended to find out the
secret, he determined that his playfellow should not be the only wise person in the
cottage. And if there were anything pretty or valuable in the box, he meant to take
half of it to himself.
As =Pandora raised the lid, the cottage grew very dark; for the black cloud had now
swept quite over the sun and seemed to have buried it alive. There had, for a little
while past, been a low growling and muttering which all at once broke into a heavy
peal of thunder. But =Pandora, unmindful of all this, lifted the lid nearly upright
and looked inside. It seemed as if a sudden swarm of winged creatures brushed past
her, taking flight out of the box, while at the same instant she heard =Epimetheus
calling as if in pain.
"Oh, I am stung," he cried! "I am stung! Naughty =Pandora! why have you opened this
wicked box?"
=Pandora let fall the lid, and, starting up, looked about her to see what had happened
to =Epimetheus. The thundercloud had so darkened the room that she could not very
clearly see what was in it. But she heard a disagreeable buzzing, as if a great many
huge flies, or giant mosquitoes were darting about. And as her eyes grew more
accustomed to the imperfect light, she saw a crowd of ugly little shapes, with bats'
wings, looking very spiteful, and armed with terribly long stings in their tails.
It was one of these that had stung =Epimetheus. Nor was it a great while before
=Pandora herself began to scream in no less pain than her playfellow.
An ugly little monster had settled on her forehead, and would have stung her if
=Epimetheus had not run and brushed it away.



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When we think of pirates, we think of buried treasure and of a map that tells us where
the treasure can be found -- if only we can understand the map. Although we like to read
pirate stories, we probably should dislike very much to come upon pirates at night along
a lonely ocean shore. But that is what happened to =TomChist in his story, taken from
=HowardPyles famous Book Of Pirates.

There had been a thunderstorm that afternoon, and =Tom had gone down to the beach to bail
out the boat in readiness for the morning's fishing. It was full moonlight now, as he
was returning, and the night sky was full of floating clouds. Now and then there was a
dull flash to the westward, and once a muttering growl of thunder, promising another storm
to come.
All that day the pirate ship had been lying just off the shore back of the Capes, and now
=TomChist could see the sails glimmering in the moonlight, spread for drying after the storm.
He was walking up the shore homeward when he became aware that at some distance ahead of
him there was a ship's boat drawn up on the little narrow beach, and a group of men
clustered about it. He hurried forward with a good deal of curiosity to see who had landed,
but it was not until he had come close to them that he could distinguish who and
what they were. Then he knew that it must be a party who had come off the pirate ship.


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=GeorgeWashington was the son of a rich and well-known family; =AbrahamLincoln grew up in
poverty. Yet each man became a great and beloved leader of his people. How =AbrahamLincoln
grew to manhood is told for you by =CarlSandburg, one of =America's great writers.
=Sandburg spent many years studying about =Lincoln and talking with people who knew him;
then he wrote =AbeLincoln Grows Up, from which this story is taken.

When he was eleven years old, =AbrahamLincoln's young body began to change. As the months
and years went by, he noticed his lean wrists getting longer, his legs too, and he was
now looking over the heads of other boys. Men said, "Land =oGoshen, that boy air a-growin!"
As he took on more length, they said he was shooting up into the air like green corn in
the summer of a good corn-year. So he grew. When he reached seventeen years of age, and
they measured him, he was six feet, nearly four inches high from the bottom of his
moccasins to the top of his skull.
These were years he was handling the ax. Except in spring plowing-time and the fall
fodder-pulling, he was handling the ax nearly all the time. The insides of his hands
took on callus thick as leather. He cleared openings in the timber, cut logs, split
firewood, built pig-pens.



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When he reached =Seville, it was crowded with more people then =Pepin had imagined there
were in the world. All day long through the streets parades of masked men were coming and
going. They followed floats on which some figures of the Virgin =Mary were carried.
The figures wore rich velvet robes embroidered in jewels, and they were borne on the
shoulders of many men. Beside them ran boys like =Pepin, carrying goat skins of water to
quench the thirst of those who marched.
=Pepin was so interested in the crowd that he followed all the way to the cathedral.
Inside, the shadows were lighted by hundreds of candles. Boys wearing red robes trimmed
with lace were marching and singing. Others were ringing bells that hung above the choir.
The organ pealed, and its rich music was mingled with the voices of the singers.
=Pepin stood near the tomb of =Columbus, who had discovered the land from which =Pepin
had learned the word "bootblack." Four statues of trumpeters bore the tomb of =Columbus
on their shoulders, and one of their long trumpets stretched above =Pepin's head. A
black veil was drawn over the gilded altar, but as the choir boys went toward it singing
the veil parted. =Pepin looked in with wondering eyes.



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The Golden Jubilee in =1929 not only brought back these pictures of the past for
Mr =Edison; throughout the world it awakened new interest in the great inventor.
How had he become so great a genius?
It all began far back in the days when a thoughtful child asked many, many questions.
=Edison's early surroundings would have aroused the interest and curiosity of any
boy in the world. There were the busy wharves of =Milan, =Ohio -- the busy shipping
port where he was born. A canal connected the city with the =Huron River and thus
with great Lake =Erie. From his house on the bluff the little boy watched and listened
-- hearing the singing of the deck-hands, their laughter, and the loud commands of
the captains. Soon he was old enough to go down into the ship-yards. How often he must
have heard the cry, "Out of the way, boy," as he stood watching the cargoes of grain
being loaded. Every day six hundred ox-drawn wagons came in from the surrounding
countryside. The air was filled with bustling sounds -- the thud of hoofs, the
grinding of wagon wheels, and the din from the warehouses along the river.



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Many hundreds of years ago a selfish king of =England destroyed villages and farms in
order to make royal forests where he might enjoy his favorite sport of hunting. He also
passed severe laws to keep people from killing his deer. In spite of this, many men killed
the deer and then fled into the deep forest to escape punishment. There they formed into
bands and knowing the forests so well, were safe from the king's officers. Among all these
outlaws, none was ever more famous than the hero of this story, =RobinHood.

Many hundreds of years ago, =England was so covered with woods that a squirrel was said to
be able to hop from tree to tree from the =Severn River to the =Humber River.
But still, there were roads that ran from north to south and from east to west for the
use of those who wished to travel. At certain times of the year these roads were thronged
with people. Pilgrims going to some holy shrine passed along; merchants taking their good
to market; abbots and bishops riding on horseback to attend the King's Council; and, more
frequently still, a knight, seeking adventures.
Beside the broad roads there were little green paths, and these led to clumps of low
huts where dwelt the peasants, charcoal-burners, and plowmen. Here and there some larger
clearing told that the house of a yeoman was near. Now and then as you passed through the
forest, you might ride by a splendid abbey.


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At once there was not a man or woman left in the city. =Andromache led the way, and the
queen and all the multitude followed. They took =Hector to his home, and the minstrels
mourned while the woman wept aloud. Last of all came =Helen, and cried, "Many a year has
passed since I came to =Troy -- would that I had died before! Never have I heard from
your lips one bitter word. Therefore, I weep for you; no one is left in =Troy to be my
friend. All shun and hate me now."
For nine days the people of =Troy gathered wood, and on the tenth they laid =Hector upon
the pile and lighted a fire beneath it. When the body was burned, his comrades gathered
the bones and laid them in a chest of gold. This they covered with purple robes and
put in a great coffin, and upon it they laid stones many and great. Over all they raised a
mighty mound. Thus they buried =Hector, defender of =Troy.
But for =Achilles the day of doom was not far distant. When he was born, his mother,
=Thetis, hearing it said that his life would be short and glorious, nevertheless wished
for his a long life, even if it were not heroic. So she took the babe to the river =Styx
and dipped him in its waters. Now the water of this river made the body of him who bathed
in it proof against all wounds. However, when =Thetis dipped =Achilles in the river, she
held him by the heel, which alone remained untouched by the magic water. Therefore, his
heel was not proof against wounds.