Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 189, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1910 — PISTOLING BIG GAME [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

PISTOLING BIG GAME

Baron Albert Heinrich.

flHtMn|P I were to advise AsI w rican hunters to dist card rifles for pistols I in big game hunting I I should be laughed at aas—wiss and there may be some who will receive with Incredulity the follow■Kn ing accounts of some Q remarkable uses to which I have put a pisIMHwk tol in big game hunting. However, my 12 Jg£ seasons of the use of the approved Weapon g will allow me the expresslon or a little idiosyncrasy of this sort

MY 40.40 LUGER PISTOL. The particular pistol used was one without which, or its mate, I should never again take the field. It was a specially .constructed 40.40 in caliber Luger magazine gun, carrying nine shots in the magazine, long cartridges and combination, thin-jacketed bullets, the shock from which was tremendous, as I decided after testing it out shooting monkeyk. I am not a more than average pistol shot, yet, as with all arms where the line of recoil is low in the hand grip, the accuracy is great, and I found I could secure the best results not by bringing the gun down as the American cowboy shoots, or up in a line as with the target as the French school of duellists shoot, but with a swing from the left hip to the firing point. I can kill antelope, giraffe and ostriches from horseback with such a method of pistoling, and I defy any man to do such work with an old-fashioned cylinder gun. A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER WITH HIPPOPOTAMI. The first time I ever made serious use of my Luger was in the upper Rufu country. I was coming down proque one rainy day and the dug-out was loaded with camp supplies and all of my good guns lay on the bottom, tied fast, with the exception of the English elephant gun, which I kept at hand anticipating an encounter with hippopotami. We took the wrong side of the stream at two'little islaiids and were compelled' to shoot a sharp rapids which effectually drowned all noise we were making and slid us into a pool around a bend where there were some twenty hippopotami Without giving them warning or allowing me time to act more than to raise my elephant gun and empty both barrels into two splendid hearts, who endeavored to sink alongside, the piroque sped on through the herd and rammed a young bull who had not the depth in which to sink, and he turned on the piroque and crushed the side of the dugout as If it were cardboard, emptying crew and contents into the water. Guns and all went out of sight; even the Masai dived to get out of the maddened herd. All in all, it was a very lively scrimmage. I could not dive, cumbered as I was, and in three seconds found myself in water to my armpits, facing two very dangerous enemies, the young bull who had crushed the boat and another who boro an assegai flapping in his back, where one of the Masai had plunged it before he dived. The assegaied animal was next to me and made for me -epenmouthed, his blood coloring the water about, the pool being an eddy. SAVED BY MY PISTOL. I drew my Luger from under water, took a good firm stand on the bottom, eo as to dodge his rush and, as he came on, I thrust tfye pistol at the

yawning red cavity and in a twinkling pumped four shots into the roof of his mouth. I might as well have exploded a stick of dynamite there, for he died like a taoken-necked rabbit, and sank. I did ‘not have time to turn before the young bull was on me, and his Jaws missed me twice before I plunged so far to one side that he must turn his unwieldy bulk to reach tne. As he did so I gave him three shots in the side of the head, but the first would have been enough. He blundered on into shallow water and lay flooding blood. The two other shots 1 held ready for attack from any of the others, hut the remainder of the herd was entirely sunk. New black herds began to appear and in a short time we were patching up the piroque with canvas and getting the sunken cargo out of the bottom of the pool. There could have been no less than twenty more of the big creatures in the water, but every one of them got away into the main stream unobserved, leaving us the two I had pistoled.

CLOBE CALL FROM LIONEBBe A week later I had reached the sandy plains and was on the lookout for some of the peculiar varieties of genus bok of that region, small, wary, fleet creatures, very hard to hit and very hard to stop unless hit fairly. I was alone and mounted on one of Haluba’s fleet and well-trained Arabian mares. She was tethered behind the acacias some hundred yards away and I was stalking four gemsbok grazing about a spring when I observed them taking careful note of something on the other side of a rock cairn. They seemed to be constantly on the verge of taking flight and, as I was not yet near enough for a sure shot, I was greatly perplexed. The genus bok, the tethered mare, I and the unknown object of their observation formed the four points of a sort of square, with the rough cairn of rock in the center. Finally they received their leader's signal, and were off like the wind, leaving me to return to the mare and follow if I chose. I determined to see what it was that had frightened them and, working my way to the cairn, I peered between two rocks and saw that my mare was being stalked in her turn by a very fine lioness and a three-quarters-grown male. They were creeping up in her wind. I could have frightened them away easily by trying a shot from that distance, but I wanted to bag both and felt confident of being able to get up behind them in time to stop any attack upon the mare. As I watched them they vanished into a long thicket and I hurried down from the hummock and began following the line of their progress. THE HUNTRESS HUNTED. Both lions and I were moving side by side toward the horse, they in the undergrowth, I in the short grass, and soon I came to an open space about twenty yards from the tethered animal. She Saw me and whinnied. I lay very still, knowing that sooner or later the lions must cross the open space to get near enough to spring. A hungry lion is even more cautious than one partly fed, and if it had not been for occasional movements in the thicket and the behavior of the small birds I would have thought they had gone out the other side, so long was the wait. The sun had gone down and it was gettings shadowy when the lioness came creeping out, but before I could fire the young lion darted forward and spoiled my shot IfT wished to save the mare and to get one or

both of them I must act quickly, so I fired for the head of the lioness, my best mark, and tried the other barrel for the young chap’s flank.

THE LIONS CHARGE ME. I struck the lioness in the heavy bones and bowled her, but she was up and whirling around with terrific roars. The young one had his right foreshoulder crippled, but when the lioness charged me he, too, came lumbering in her wake. I threw in two cartridges, but the breach jammed as I closed it. A lonely situation, indeed. My pistol hung in my saddle holster. How I got up and got to the mare I can hardly remember. I do recall the way in which the lioness struck at me as I dodged her. If her paw had reached me this story would never have been told. She was hard after me. The young fellow stood ten yards away roaring in an ecstasy of pain and the sound seemed to infuriate her. She sprang entirely over the mare, and as she turned I began pumping the 40.40 s into her, and she dropped without getting crouched and I stooped and fired under the plunging mare at the other, my first shot shattering his spine and my next taking his heart. The lioness was rolling over and over, clawing and biting the grass and shrubs, and fearing she would reach the mare and injure her I watched my chance and planted two more bullets in her chest and finished her. “Well, well," said I to the Luger as I refilled the magazine, "Next thing I know you will be bringing down elephants for me.” MY HUNT FOR A BLACK LEOPARD. It was quite some time before I used it again in close work, and then it was on the edge of the desert. I had been wanting a black leopard among my trophies for some time and had heard from a Mussoronge vagrant bearer and exhusai that there _were several in a stony valley to the north about one hundred miles, around a brackish lake. It was a marvel that black leopards should be found there, or within 200 miles of the spot, but the thing was due to —one of those freaks in the dispersion of animals, such as brought gorillas to the Portuguese mission regions, 500 miles from the nearest point to which I would go to find a gorilla. I thought to try out the story and after making a permanent camp by a spring in the edge of the timber belt I set out, accompanied by Abdel my Theban. It is the soundest of sayings that in water and game country the number of men does not matter, but in bad lands the fewer the better. The third afternoon we sighted the dispersion of the little lake and reached it Just at dark, pitching camp in a protected coulee. I LEAVE CAMP ALONE. After we were settled I smoked till moonrise and Abdel was asleep. I heard nothing but small animals as the moon came up, and that is the time to take count by sounds. As the Arabs say, “It is a very old lion that will not salute the rising moon and a very young one that will mock the thunder;” which, if true, lays Milton open to the charge of Inaccuracy. When the moon was fully up I slipped on my boots and, very scantily clad, walked forth to see what sort of sport there was about the lake brim. I did not intend to go far; had no idea of encountering anything, and she fact that I stuck my Luger in the front of my undershirt was purely precautionary. I found several old and large

leopard spoor, and nothing else large or fresh at all till I had rambled fully half a mile from camp, when suddenly, on a little point of land running out Into the water, crouching in among the reeds, I saw a dark shape move and two fiery eyes gleaming gt me. BEAST AT BAY. I stood where I had the beast, whatever it was, at bay unless it took to the watdr. I drew the Luger and stood hesitating. The chances that It was a lion wsb very, very small, and yet there was a chance and I felt rather feebly armed for the contest should this prove to be the case. It it were a black leopard I had even greater need for an accurate aim and one that would produce a large wound with heavy shock. Perhaps some one who reads this will criticize me for not being aware by this time of just what that 40.40 would do. I was aware of it, if I stopped to think, but the habit of a lifetime of hunting was strong, and I did not have time to think. There must be spoor and I must have crossed it at some rocky point I retraced my steps, moving

sideways, with my eyes first on the clump of reeds and then on the sand and shale. I did not get a chance to see the spoor until later, for the animal In the reeds read attack in my movements and came for me like a great dark furry avalanche. THE LEOPARD’S TERRIFIC ATTACK. Have you ever seen a cat dart along the ground and then spring on a bird? That is just the way that black leopard came at me. I fired as he left the ground and the bullet flung back as if with a blow from one of his outstretched paws, but the other caught my shoulder and bore me backward to the ground. I whirled sideways as I fell and poured the whole magazine in one stream into the black body within two feet of me, and when the pistol stopped I realized that it was empty and rolled over to get out of the range of the murderous blows the dying heart was flinging about. Never have I seen an animal die harder: He was riddled, yes, literally riddled, but for at least three minutes he tore up the place as if he were in a frightful convulsion, then sprang into the air and dropped dead. My shoulder had

three deep gashes In It and. leaving him lying there, I hurried back to .camp before I should get too weak from loss of blood. As is often the case with wounds received in the desert, they healed like magic. Abdel recovered the skin, but owing to the terrific penetration of the pistol (the cat’s- body had been entirely perforated by four of the shots) the skin as I have it to-day has 16 holes in it. As it was my first black leopard, however, and came very nearly being my last, I have kept it. AN EXCITING ADVENTURE IN _ ZEREBA. It was not untiL4l»%second year that my pistol came a&Mi&nto distinct service, though I often on running and Jumping shots for sport, and to its credit I listed quaggas, giraffe, hyena, crocodile, jackals and even the winging of an insane Masai who attacked me with a broad spear one night. I had been treed by a rhinoceros the year before, when I would have been delighted to have had it, but my belt had been ripped off. The night that this last story befell, our party, including eve white men,

were sleeping in zareba, when Abdel came to me and woke me saying that one of the donkeys had Btrayed. Donkeys were very precious. My Luger hung at my hip, and as I walked with him to the spot where the donkey should have been we heard a crunching sound on the other, side of a pile of, packing cases. I peered around them. The donkey had not strayed, nor would she ever stray. She had been killed in zareba and was now being eaten by a magnificent old black maned lion, one of the aristocrats _of his race. So intent was the lion that he had not heard our steps on the sand, and the steady wind was with us. USING MY PISTOL. I whispered to the Theban to get my German rifle and he slipped away while I stood, Luger in hand, waiting his return. But my Nubian friend was quite finished with his meal, or his sixth sense warned him, for suddenly, rising to his full height, he sniffed the air as a bear does and began to move away. I glanced over my shoulder. No Abdul yet, and so I chose the forward cast of his right shoulder-on the next stride and plant-

ed one of the big thin-jacketed bullets' there. He-gave a choking roar and s bound into the dark and was gone. Not thinking, save to prevent his escape, I plunged after him through the hole he had made in the zareba and came directly upon him between two rocks outside, where he had dropped for the moment. His eyes flashed fire and he whirled with surprising quickness and power to spring, but I got two shots into the hulk of him before he could do so and he merely pitched forward and gave up the ghost. THE NUBIAN KING’B MATE. If I thought the adventure ended 1 was greatly mistaken, for as Abdei came running up that instant, not only with one rifle, but two, he pointed to the ridge of rocks 50 yards from the zareba, and there, plainly outlined against the sky, was the Nubian king’s mate coming to see why he had called her and what those strange explosions meant. I threw up the German rifle and fired at her shoulder. Abdel cried out that she was down. The whole camp was awake by this time and by the light of kindled fires I found her bloody trail along the rtdge and at last came upon her, curled like a cat on a big rock among Borne short brush, licking a shattered fore limb. She met us with defiance. Hartwig was with me now and, telling

him to cover With his heavy rifle, I gave mine to Abdel and advanced on her, waiting till she attempted to rise. As she did so, I drove one and then another of the 40.40 s into her throat, and both the lord of the desert and his mate were bagged by pistol. (Copyright, 1909, by Benj. B. Hampton.)

LANDING THE HIPPOPOTAMUS I HAD PISTOLED.