uce, marjoram, celery,
parsley, thyme, anchovies, etc., may be left at the hotels.

It may be expected that a pocket volume on woodcraft should contain a
liberal chapter of instruction on hunting. It would be quite useless.
Hunters, like poets, are born, not made. The art cannot be taught on
paper. A few simple hints, however, may not be misplaced. To start
aright, have your clothes fitted for hunting. Select good cassimere of
a sort of dull, no colored, neutral tint, like a decayed stump; and
have coat, pants and cap made of it. For foot-gear, two pairs of heavy
yarn socks, with rubber shoes or buckskin moccasins. In hunting,
"silence is gold." Go quietly, slowly and silently. Remember that the
bright-eyed, sharp-eared woodfolk can see, hear and smell, with a
keenness that throws our dull faculties quite in the shade. As you go
lumbering and stick-breaking through the woods, you will never know how
many of these quietly leave your path to right and left, allowing you
to pass, while they glide away, unseen, unknown. It is easily seen that
a sharp-sensed, light bodied denizen of the woods can detect the
approach of a heavy, bifurcated, booted animal, a long way ahead and
avoid him accordingly.

But there is an art, little known and practiced, that invariably
succeeds in out-thinking most wild animals; an art, simple in conception
and execution, but requiring patience: a species, so to speak, of high
art in forestry--the art of "sitting on a log." I could enlarge on
this. I might say that the only writer of any note who has mentioned
this phase of woodcraft is Mr. Charles D. Warner; and he only speaks of
it in painting the character of that lazy old guide, "Old Phelps."

Sitting on a log includes a deal of patience, with oftentimes cold
feet and chattering teeth; but, attended to faithfully and patiently,
is quite as successful as chasing a deer all day on tracking snow,
while it can be practiced when the leaves are dry and no other mode of
still hunting offers the ghost of a chance. When a man is moving
through the woods, wary, watchful animals are pretty certain to catch
sight of him. But let him keep perfectly quiet and the conditions are
reversed. I have had my best luck and killed my best deer, by
practically waiting hour after hour on runways. But the time when a
hunter could get four or five fair shots in a day by watching a runway
has passed away forever. Never any more will buffalo be seen in solid
masses cove