The evening world. Newspaper, June 24, 1922, Page 15

With Just By Fay Stevenson. ' yht, 1922 (New York Evening World) haskletas by Press Publishing Co. 1) ILLING elephants is a man’s job and yet Mrs. Harry K, Eus- tace; African big game hunter and wife of Harry Eustace, the 4 Wnglish explorer, says capturing an /elepltant is one of the most delightful femt:tine sports in the world. Why feminine? Well, because, that’s all! Of qourse it takes intuition to cap- ture @nything—even a husband—and when it comes to capturing elephants, the great white rhinoceros, bush pigs, Watt Bogs, lions and snakes, why & woman simply is in her element. Every nerve tingles and every intul- five setise is on edge. As to the in- @ense heat and burning sun of the dungle~— “It's, charming, it's invigorating, E like champagne,t’ declared Mrs. Eus- Race at, the Hotel Astor, where she is staying with her sixteen-year-old Gaughtor and husband. “Perhaps one of the reasons Livingston and Stanley, suffered so from fever and heat is be- cause they remained in one place too long. Naturally the bed of a stream is rather @ bad place to remain for three or four days.but when one keeps ehanging from valley to valley and gc28 ftom low land to higher ground one becomes intoxicated with the air and bubbles with life, African air under conditions like this is cham- Pagne to the body.” The interviewer expected Mra. Eustace to be quite feminine. Thero 1s lovely Clare Sheridan, who dared the Russian politicians, ard beautiful Rosita Forbes, who called tipo hith- erto unvisited tribes tn Thibet, so when Mrs. Eustace appeared clad in ®@ dainty blue and red crepe gown and @ black velvet band about her flufty gray hair, while a large lavelliere of opals and tourmalines twinkled from her throat, everything seemed quite in keeping and as it should be. “Marriage made me a huntress,” ehuckled this slim, picturesque hunt- yess of medium height. “My husband 1s @ born rover and explorer, and as I always lovetl the outdoor life, it was easy for me to be equally fearless. We have been at it twelve years now. “Although I suppose I shouldn’t say it, the native ‘boys’ who went with us called mo Catasi Moga, which means ‘sure aim.’ My husband taught me that there was no reason to waste more than one cartridge on an elephant. He has killed many, never usng more than one shot, #0 that his elephants onlY cost him elgit pence each. “The only thing to remember in hunting big game is to get up close and aim just at the right moment. That 1s one reason why \I think women would so enjoy capturing an elephant. The elephant is supposed to be the most intelligent of all an\- mals and therefore it takes patience and intuition to get any where near this clever animal. The moment one elephant spies you he gives out a series of sentinels. Every elephant along the line takes up the signal and the herd is warned, “I have been on the trail of an elephant for seven and eight days at a time, and sometimes I have had to stand still in one position for hours fas fear my foot on a twig or a sud- dgn movement with my arm would cmuse suspicion on the part of my prey. But don't think that this was as tiresome as it might be," added Mrs. Emstace, with a sparkle of the true ivmntress in her clear blue eyes. “While I was hiding I saw so many ip teresting pictures of real jungle life that it was all quite worth while and 1 soon forgot my cramped positions. “For instance, ene day I saw a herd ot mother elephants with their babies egme down to take a mud bath, By toe way, an elephant usually has but ote offspring and twins are quite as ufusual as among humans, Well, thutse baby elephants had a delightful tinie splashing each other and cooling off in the water, but at lest they ata rted home with thelr mothers quite aa, tired and cross as children on their vepuro from the seashore, But there ey Mrs. Harry K. Spent Years in African Jungle, Hunting All Its | Big Game, Learned to Kill Her Quarry, Even Elephants, et ne ee Eustace, Who One Shot! was one little elephant who was sim- ply too tired to walk, He was @ round, jolly little fellow, and he sim- ply lay down on the river bank and refused to obey his mother’s com- mands, Finally, she took mercy upon him and, as fat and plump as he was, I was amazed to see her wind her trunk over his back, lift him high/in the air and carry him off. After hours of scenes like this at last #¥ chance would come. A big, bulky elephant, quite unconscious of my presence, would come up almost to my hiding place and when he was within good aim—an aim where one bullet would suffice and I was certain The Natives Called Mrs. Eustace “Catasi Moga,” Which Means “Sure Aim” of him—bang! he was mine—that's all!” Of course every woman will want to know what Mrs, Eustace wore on these hunting trips. Well, just this— cordurpy knickers, a hunting shirt, thick stockiggs, puttees, stout walk- ing shoes and a large solar topes, which saved her from even one soli- tary freckle. And what sort of food id this brave little huntress eat. Oh, apparently food, and such @ variety! “Bush-pig is simply delictous,"" she declared. Roast pork isn’t half as delicate, We never ate wart-hog but elephant soup is one of the best dishes served in your most expensive and ex- clusive hotels. Elephant tall soup is quite as good if not better than ox-tall soup and the native ‘boys’ knew how to gather certain clear roots and herbs which seasoned it just right. We only took potatoes, onions, tea and condensed milk along, The rest of the food was all found in Africa. For sugar we had wild honey. Porcu- pine was another rare dish, When the quills are all removed and the flesh is baked in clay this is @ dish very similar to roast chicken, Then, of course, antelope is another mighty delightful dish." In speaking of trapping the bush- pig and the wart-hog Mrs, Bustace said such care did not need to be taken as with the elephant for they have no such splendid sentinel sym- tem, Lf you lose one you have all the rest who have not been warned, Asked to name her favorite animal Mrs, Eustace came forth with a prompt "The lien!" “There js no doubt about it he is the king of beasts!’* ¢. declared, “But there is one thing about animals I want to say very decisively, to cor- rect a popular fallacy, People talk about conquering wild animals by fix- ing @ firm eye on them. That is all wrong. I never let them see the glint of my eye. “For instance, suppose you are sit- ting near a person ina room, If that individual's eyes are cast down or looking in an opposite direction and if he its still he might be a wax fig- ure. Likewise when I see a wild beast approaching or charging toward me I standstock still and in such a way that my eyes cannot catch the light, ‘Then they don’t know you are a hu- man being, But if they see light shin- ing from your eyes they know you be- long to the land of the ving and may attack you. You can't possibly intimi- date them by glaring at them,” When Mrs, Eustace referred to the whole expedition she called it the “Safari,” but in speaking of the day's Journey she termed it the ‘trek.’ **Wo had a good deal of trouble with leopards that were always lurking around the camp at night," she said, “I brought up a leopard kitten and 1 believe I am the only person who ever sucgeeded in making @ pet of one, 1 discovered that when they are first born they chirp like birds instead of meowing like cats, “An for snakes, they are just as pettable as dogs and cats, I had a very lovable python who used to fove to climb up my chair and twine around my arma and neck, But I found purr addora were not pettable,’ Asked how she established frjendiy relations with a snake, Mrs, Eustace ayt tor. “BUSH-PIG" SHOT BY ‘MRS- EUSTACE explained that in the case of the poi- son variety she pinioned the head to the ground with a forked stick, put one knee on the tail and then grasped the head in her hand just behind the eyes and picked up the rest of the snake with the other hand ‘The strangest people encountered on the last trip of two yeors in the Bush, she said, were the women of a Bush tribe, the Coronas, living In the Gor donia Desert in Central Southwest Africa, who had developed glands \about the walst in which they stored water much as camels do. { was astonished to see them," she explained Among the Bushmen 1 od his phenomenon which was inbelievabl On each hip mg the woren going on a march stores itself up, and while they are in the great Kalahari . Desert it diminishes. “The women of this tribe do all the work, The men simply hunt and after |” that their tasks are done. It ts the women who dig the roots and plant the Indian corn, weed, hoe and pick) the cars when It is ripe. ‘Then they work homes well furnished with palm, and grass bamboo. ace leaned back in “her } } } } the great stone mortars and keep thelr | an Ew comfortable chalr and toyed with ‘fhe * sash on ber dainty crepe dress, “1 °* almost wish I were back im the Jungle ge" now,” she said. “Your heat here ig. 7 not at all like that champagne, life." s giving at of the jungle, Ahd when * the intense interest of trail- f those elephants—Oh! it'e, H that’s all, and T know) + mply thril ere are just as many Women ag mem? who would t en for this sart og A! ve ee a — sport, ‘ J