
Autograph Hound Saturday yet again, and as ever, Brian Leno is on the prod.
Back in 2020 Brian landed an inscribed copy of The Day of the Brown Horde and thought he’d read it immediately when it rolled in. Didn’t happen, but he just got slapped in the face with another copy, this time in dustjacket.
He’s been raking in the caveman lit lately, no question.
Here’s Brian:
I have a signed copy of Richard Tooker’s Jack London-inspired prehistoric fiction The Day of the Brown Horde, but mine did not have a jacket. Now thanks to a sale from Currey, it does.
It fits, both copies are first editions.
My original copy is the only signed example I’ve seen of Tooker’s book, but I’m sure he must have signed a few in his lifetime.
I’ve never read it, but I’m going to, since I’ve been digging up some information about Tooker that’s pretty cool. I don’t know if he was born in North Dakota, but he spent at least some of his childhood years here. Had a story published in an early issue of Weird Tales, and wrote letters to the pulp.
Created the character Zenith Rand. Day of the Brown Horde was reprinted in Famous Fantastic Mysteries, I believe. From what I’ve read, in his caveman book his protagonists actually fight dinosaurs, not just spear Woolly Mammoths to death.
I finally started Tooker’s caveman drama. About thirty pages in, and it’s decent, only it would appear the bit I heard about big reptilian dinosaurs eating humans and then picking their teeth with a leg bone might not be true.
Tooker does mention Plesiosaurs lumbering about, so maybe they’ll get with the action.
Day of the Brown Horde got to be kind of tough going. Usual kind of caveman thing. Mean leader has to be taken down in a fight for superiority. Volcanos erupting. Floods. All sorts of general mayhem.
Tooker, and I give him credit for this, threw in a couple of unexpected surprises. However, it’ll be another Neolithic Age before I read it again.
One cool thing about my original copy is that it bears a stamp from a store called Woodmansee’s in Bismarck from the early thirties. Back in the sixties my brothers and I haunted that place, buying from their stock of true Western books. They always had a good selection, James D. Horan and others. (Although how factual Horan was remains a debatable point.) Upon their poster board we drew pictures of artistic excellence. Good memories.
Did some digging and found my first copy was owned by some lawyer in Minot.






















