Roosevelt kills his bear at last—or was it a cow?
Alas, the President has got that cow after all! If it was a cow. Some say it was a bear—a real bear. These were eye-witnesses, but they were all White House domestics; they are all under wages to the great hunter, and when a witness is in that condition it makes his testimony doubtful. The fact that the President himself thinks it was a bear does not diminish the doubt, but enlarges it. He was once a reasonably modest man, but his judgment has been out of focus so long now that he imagines that everything he does, little or big, is colossal. I am sure he honestly thinks it was a bear, but the circumstantial evidence that it was a cow is overwhelming. It acted just as a cow would act; in every detail, from the beginning to the end, it acted precisely as a cow would act when in trouble; it even left a cow track behind, which is what a cow would do when in distress, or, indeed, at any other time if it knew a President of the United States was after it—hoping to move his pity, you see; thinking, maybe he would spare her life on account of her sex, her helpless situation, and her notorious harmlessness. In her flight she acted just as a cow would have done when in a frenzy of fright, with a President of the United States and a squadron of bellowing dogs chasing after her; when her strength was exhausted, and she could drag herself no further, she did as any other despairing cow would have done—she stopped in an open spot, fifty feet wide, and humbly faced the President of the United States, with the tears running down her cheeks, and said to him with the mute eloquence of surrender: “Have pity, sir, and spare me. I am alone, you are many; I have no weapon but my helplessness, you are a walking arsenal; I am in awful peril, you are as safe as you would be in a Sunday-school; have pity, sir—there is no heroism in killing an exhausted cow.”Ⓐtextual note
Here are the scare-heads that introduce the wonderful dime-novel performance:
[begin page 175]ROOSEVELT TELLS OF HUNTING TRIP
Ate All the Game, Except a Wildcat, and That Had a Narrow Escape.
swam despite alligators
Charged Into the Canebrake After Bear and
Hugged the Guides
After the KillⒺexplanatory note.
There it is—he hugged the guides after the kill. It is the President all over; he is still only fourteen years old,Ⓐtextual note after living half a century; he takes a boy’s delight in showing off; he is always hugging something or somebody—when there is a crowd around to see the hugging and envy the hugged. A grown person would have milked the cow and let her go; but no, nothing would do this lad but he must kill her and be a hero. The account says:
The bear slain by the President was killed Thursday, and the killing was witnessed by one of the McKenzies and by Alex Ennolds.
These names will go down in history forever, in the company of an exploit which willⒶtextual note take a good deal of the shine out of the twelve labors of Hercules. Testimony of the witnesses:
They say that the President’s bearing was extremely sportsmanlike.Ⓐtextual note
Very likely. Everybody knows what mere sportsmanlike bearing is, unqualified by an adjective, but none of us knows quite what it is when it is extremely sportsmanlike, because we have never encountered that inflamed form of the thing before. The probabilities are that the sportsmanlike bearing was not any more extremely sportsmanlike than was that of Hercules; it is quite likely that the adjective is merely emotional, and has the hope of a raise of wages back of it. The chase of the frightened creature lasted three hours, and reads like a hectic chapter in a dime-novel—and this time it is a chapter of pathetically humbleⒶtextual note heroics. In the outcome the credit is all with the cow, none of it is with the President. When the poor hunted thing could go no further it turned, in fine and picturesque defiance, and gallantly faced its enemies and its assassin. From a safe distance Hercules sent a bullet to the sources of its life; then, dying, it made fight—so there was Ⓐtextual note a hero present after all. Another bullet closed the tragedy, and Hercules was so carried away with admiration of himself that he hugged his domestics and bought a compliment from one of them for twenty dollars. But this résuméⒶtextual note of mine is pale; let us send it down to history with the colors all in it:
The bear slain by the President was killed Thursday, and the killing was witnessed by one of the McKenzies and by Alex Ennolds. They say that the President’s bearing was extremely sportsmanlike. The animal had been chased by the dogs for three hours, the President following all the time. When at last they came within [begin page 176] hearing distance the President dismounted, threw off his coat and dashed into the canebrake, going to within twenty paces of the beast. The dogs were coming up rapidly, with the President’s favorite, Rowdy, in the lead.
The bear had stopped to bid defiance to the canines when the President sent a fatal bullet from his rifle through the animal’s vitals. With the little life left in it the bear turned on the dogs. The President then lodged a second bullet between the bear’s shoulders, breaking the creature’s neck. Other members of the party soon came up, and the President was so rejoiced over his success that he embraced each of his companions. Ennolds said: “Mr. President, you are no tenderfoot.”
Mr. Roosevelt responded by giving Ennolds a $20 note.
There was little hunting yesterday, because the dogs encountered a drove of wild hogs, more ferocious than bearsⒶtextual note. One of the best dogs was killed by a boar.
There were daily swims in the lake by members of the party, including the President.
“The water was fine,” he said, “and I did not have the fear of alligators that some seem to haveⒺexplanatory note.”
Whatever Hercules does is to him remarkable; when other people are neglectful, and fail to notice a detail, here and there, proper for admiration and comment, he supplies the omission himself. Mr. Ennolds lost a chance; if he had been judiciously on watch he could have done the alligator compliment himself, and got another twenty for it.
The paragraph about the wild hogs naïvely furnishes a measure of the President’s valor: he isn’t afraid of a cow, he isn’t afraid of an alligator, but—Ⓐtextual note
ROOSEVELT TELLS OF HUNTING TRIP . . . After the Kill] These headlines appeared on the front page of the New York Times of 21 October.
The bear slain by the President . . . seem to have] This article (including the brief excerpts from it quoted earlier) was published in the New York World on 21 October. The McKenzies owned a plantation near the hunting camp, where two Secret Service men stayed. Alex Ennolds was an African American hunting guide (“Bear’s Turn Today,” Washington Post, 7 Oct 1907, 1; “In the Canebrakes,” Omaha Morning World-Herald, 22 Oct 1907, 4).
Source documents.
Times Facsimile of the New York Times (the original clipping that Hobby transcribed is now lost), 21 October 1907, 1: ‘ROOSEVELT TELLS . . . the Kill.’ (175.1–9).World Facsimile of the New York World (the original clipping that Hobby transcribed is now lost), “Official Report of the Bear Hunt,” 21 October 1907, 3: ‘The bear . . . Alex Ennolds.’ (175.15–16); ‘They say . . . sportsmanlike.’ (175.20); ‘The bear . . . to have.” ’ (175.36–176.16).
TS1 Typescript, leaves numbered 2363–68, made from Hobby’s notes, Times, and World and revised.
TS1, as revised by Clemens, is the only authoritative source for the dictated portion of this text. TS1 exactly transcribes Times and World.