linist; Marshal MacDonald, French soldier; Lucien Bonaparte, brother of
the great Napoleon, and George Bryan, famous as Beau Brummel.

Hunting the Grizzly.

BY THEODORE ROOSEVELT.

In this selection there are found many of the
characteristics which have made President Roosevelt so
popular. Here one notes that love of all that is natural and
elemental, the open-air effect, and the healthy tastes of
the normal man. The style in which the President narrates
his adventures in the West is also eminently in keeping with
his frank, open, and unaffected nature. He writes both with
enthusiasm and with an utter lack of self-consciousness. His
diction is simple; his sentences are short, forcible, and
vividly descriptive.

They rouse in the reader that same love of adventurous sport
which animates Mr. Roosevelt himself and which gives so keen
a zest to his reminiscences of what he has experienced in
the exciting pursuit of big game. The paragraph in which the
killing of the bear is told is very striking in its command
of expressive phrases.

="Scarlet strings of froth hung from his lips; his eyes
burned like embers in the gloom.... Instantly the great bear
turned with a harsh roar of fury and challenge, blowing the
bloody foam from his mouth, so that I saw the gleam of his
white fangs."=

Here are two sentences which alone would show their author
to be an unconscious artist in words; and the same qualities
of style are to be found in his other books of
adventure--"Ranch Life" and "The Rough Riders"--as well as
in the more formal but not less spirited historical
narratives, his "Naval War of 1812" and "The Winning of the
West." Taken together, they admirably illustrate the
President's versatility.

_Reprinted, by permission of Messrs. G.P. Putnam's Sons,
from "Hunting the Grizzly," by Theodore
Roosevelt--Copyright, 1893._

I spent much of the fall of 1889 hunting on the head-waters of the Salmon
and Snake in Idaho, and along the Montana boundary line from the Bighorn
Basin and the head of the Wisdom River to the neighborhood of Red Rock
Pass and to the north and west of Henry's Lake. During the last fortnight
my companion was the old mountain man, already mentioned, named Griffeth
or Griffin--I cannot tell which, as he was always called either "Hank" or
"Griff." He was a crabbedly hones