Forty-four Years of the Life of a Hunter: Being Reminiscences of Meshach Browning, a Maryland Hunter

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Lippincott, 1859 - 388 pages

Meshach Browning spent decades as a professional hunter and trapper of bears, boars and deer in rural Maryland during the early 1800s - this is his story, in his own words.

Born in modest circumstances, Browning grew up at a time when the United States as a nation was in its infancy, with much of the population living in rural areas. From his youth, the author vowed to be self-sufficient, leaving his home and first love to hone his abilities as a hunter. Returning with money gained from selling pelts and meat, it is then that Meshach contemplates hunting as a career.

The equipment used by the author is much inferior to that of the modern day. Meshach's use of a musket - a gun whose reliability is demonstrated as poor in several instances - leads him to rely on his skills in close quarters combat. On multiple hunts, described with stunning vividness in these pages, Browning's ability to battle animals in melee saves his life. The dangers of his trade are balanced by its lucrativeness: bear meat and pelt for instance fetched high prices on the open market.

Though his life's work is the primary subject, Meshach Browning shows a tender side when describing his first marriage; his loving wife Mary bore him several children. In later chapters, he proudly teaches his sons the craft which sustained their family for so many years.

 

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Page 79 - When we got him out upon the sward he measured twentynine feet from the end of his nose to the tip of his tail. If His Royal Highness, gentlemen, is with us to-day, it is due to that shot.
Page iii - ... and others. In this I am also borne out by my own experience. For several years past, I have been in the habit of visiting different portions of the United States, mainly in search of vertebrate animals. Accompanied on such occasions by zealous volunteers, I have succeeded in accumulating very extensive collections, including very many rare, and even undescribed species, besides obtaining much valuable information in regard...
Page 364 - All the settlers lived in cabins, and fed their children on bread, meat, butter, honey, and milk ; coffee and tea were almost out of the question, being only used by a very few old ladies who had been raised in other parts of the country.
Page 344 - Became all cold and wan; An eye grew dim in which the light Of radiant fancy shone. Cold was the cheek, and cold the brow, The eye was fixed and dim ; And one there mourned a brother dead, Who would have died for him.
Page 227 - ... then sensible of his wounds. Seeing that he was still biting the dog severely, and that I could effect nothing with the knife, I ran up suddenly, seized him by the wool on his hips, and gave him a hard jerk, which, as he was very weak, threw him flat on the ground. He then gave a long groan, which was so much like that of a human being, that it made me feel as though I had been dealing foully with the beast ; but there I had to stand, and hear his heavy groans, which no person could have distinguished...
Page 180 - I feel perfectly assured that if a man undertakes a dangerous enterprise, with a determination to succeed or to lose his life in the attempt, he will do many things with ease, and unharmed, which a smaller degree of energy never could or would have accomplished.
Page 253 - ... his strength failing, which gave me hopes of getting through the worst fight I had ever been engaged in during all my hunting expeditions. When his strength was but little, I held fast to his upper horn with my left hand, and keeping my foot firmly on his lower horn, I pressed it to the bottom of three feet water, and, taking out my knife, when his kicking was nearly over, I let his head come up high enough to be within reach, when at a single cut I laid open the one side of his neck, severing...
Page 128 - I continued the chase till it was so dark that I could not have seen him if he had been on clear ground.
Page 98 - I could not get a good sight of him till he was at some distance ; but knowing that would be my last chance, as he reached the top of the hill, I fired at him, hit or miss. I reloaded my gun, and went to where I last saw him, when I discovered he was badly wounded, there being a great quantity of blood along his trail. Encouraged at the prospect of coming to a closer engagement with the old larky, I followed the trail with all speed, well knowing that he was making his way toward a large laurel swamp,...
Page 15 - Where is Meshach?" — knowing that I was riding in the wagon when it turned the dreadful somerset. All was bustle and alarm, until at length I was found under some straw and rubbish, stunned breathless, mangled, and black with suffocation . . . The wagon was broken to pieces, the left hind-wheel smashed, and entirely useless. The man applied the spilling rum to us in handsful, until life began to return; and as mother saw hopes...

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