ROUNDING UP CATS IN COLORADO 



seeing my dilemma, caught hold of the lion's 

 tail, while still fighting the dogs, and dragged 

 the tangled bunch a few yards down the side 

 of the hill into the sunlight. When this was 

 done the lion was dead, and I was not able to 

 accomplish my purpose. As I surveyed my 

 first lion trophy I could not help admiring the 

 game fight it had put up against hopeless 

 odds. There could be no skepticism respect- 

 ing the execution of its terrible teeth, for not 

 a few wounds were inflicted on the dogs. 

 The beast must have weighed 170 to 180 

 pounds, and its skin was in fine condition ; but, 

 unfortunately, the skull was ruined. 



After hard hunting for about a week, the 

 dogs took up a fresh scent, and in a short 

 time they treed a small lion which the guide 

 called a "kitten," because it was not full 

 grown. The branches of the tree were quite 

 close together and near the ground. One of 

 the dogs managed to climb a considerable 

 way lup the tree by the aid of the easy support 

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