The Last of the Plainsmen
Buffalo Jones needs no introduction to American sportsmen, but to these of my readers who are unacquainted with him a few words may not be amiss. He was born sixty-two years ago on the Illinois prairie, and he has devoted practically all of his life to the pursuit of wild animals. It has been a pursuit which owed its unflagging energy and indomitable purpose to a singular passion, almost an obsession, to capture alive, not to kill. He has caught and broken the will of every well-known wild beast native to western North America. Killing was repulsive to him. He even disliked the sight of a sporting rifle, though for years necessity compelled him to earn his livelihood by supplying the meat of buffalo to the caravans crossing the plains. At last, seeing that the extinction of the noble beasts was inevitable, he smashed his rifle over a wagon wheel and vowed to save the species. For ten years he labored, pursuing, capturing and taming buffalo, for which the West gave him fame, and the name Preserver of the American Bison. As civilization encroached upon the plains Buffalo Jones ranged slowly westward; and to-day an isolated desert-bound plateau on the north rim of the Grand Canyon of Arizona is his home. There his buffalo browse with the mustang and deer, and are as free as ever they were on the rolling plains. In the spring of 1907 I was the fortunate companion of the old plainsman on a trip across the desert, and a hunt in that wonderful country of yellow crags, deep canyons and giant pines. I want to tell about it. I want to show the color and beauty of those painted cliffs and the long, brown-matted bluebell-dotted aisles in the grand forests; I want to give a suggestion of the tang of the dry, cool air; and particularly I want to throw a little light upon the life and nature of that strange character and remarkable man, Buffalo Jones. Happily in remembrance a writer can live over his experiences, and see once more the moonblanched silver mountain peaks against the dark blue sky; hear the lonely sough of the night wind through the pines; feel the dance of wild expectation in the quivering pulse; the stir, the thrill, the joy of hard action in perilous moments; the mystery of man's yearning for the unattainable. - Taken from "The Last of the Plainsmen" written by Zane Grey
yazar | Zane Grey |
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Boyutlar ve boyutlar | 17.78 x 0.64 x 25.4 cm |
Tarafından yayınlandı | 20 Eylül 2020 |
Jack London 1 x 13,5 x 21 cm 1 Ocak 2018 19,5 x 1 x 13,5 cm H. G. Wells 1 Ocak 2017 28 Şubat 2018 B M Bower 15,2 x 0,6 x 22,9 cm 1 x 13,5 x 19,5 cm Kolektif 19,5 x 13,5 cm F Scott Fitzgerald 3 Ocak 2017 15,2 x 0,7 x 22,9 cm 4 Ocak 2017 G. A. Henty 5 Ocak 2017
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yazar | Zane Grey |
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isbn 13 | 979-8688332230 |
Yayımcı | Independently Published |
Boyutlar ve boyutlar | 17.78 x 0.64 x 25.4 cm |
DE OLDUĞU GİBİ | B08JF8B7SX |
Tarafından yayınlandı The Last of the Plainsmen | 20 Eylül 2020 |
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