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be worse. To our inexpressible joy, snow fell during 

 the night, and all thoughts of return vanished. We 

 took different directions, with the agreement to return 

 to camp in the evening. I had not gone far when I 

 saw footsteps of a young buck in the four-inch deep 

 snow, followed him up and -shot him. I heard the 

 report of ConwelTa rifle about the same time. Hanging 

 up the deer, I walked on. After lounging along slowly 

 for above an hour, without seeing any thing, I came 

 across the track of Conwell, who, with his dog, had 

 been following up the bloody trail of a panther ; I 

 gathered from the signs that he had broken his left 

 hind leg. I followed it up on the instant, as fast as 

 my legs could carry me ; in rather more than an hour 

 I arrived at the mouth of a cave, where Conwell was 

 awaiting me, knowing that I should cross his trail, 

 and follow it up as soon as I saw the marks of the 

 panther. 



The wounded brute had taken refuge in the cave, 

 leaving us to act as we pleased, probably thinking 

 himself quite safe. We held a short consultation; 

 Conwell said, that lie had hidden a bundle of kindlers 

 in a hole, and that if I -would keep watch here, he 

 would go and fetch them. I consented, of course, 

 and laid myself down before the cave, with bare knife 

 and cocked rifle. Lying in the. snow, however, was 

 any thing but agreeable ; at first, when I was warm 

 with running, I thought nothing of it, but by degrees 

 I became colder and colder, till my teeth chattered. I 

 could not venture to lay aside the rifle to make a lire, 

 for fear thb panther should escape. I managed to keep 

 up a little warmth by running and jumping, but was 



