The Last of the Plainsmen 



again at the far-distant pink cliffs of Utah, or the 

 wave-like dome of Trumbull Mountain, when I saw 

 Moze trailing close behind me. My yell halted the 

 Colonel. 



&quot;Well, I ll be darned! &quot; ejaculated he, as Moze 

 hove in sight. &quot; Come hyar, you rascal ! &quot; 



He was a tired dog, but had no sheepish air about 

 him, such as he had worn when lagging in from deer 

 chases. He wagged his tail, and flopped down to 

 pant and pant, as if to say: &quot;What s wrong with 

 you guys? &quot; 



&quot; Boys, for two cents I d go back and put Jude 

 on that trail. It s just possible that Moze treed a 

 lion. But well, I expect there s more likelihood of 

 his chasing the lion over the rim; so we may as well 

 keep on. The strange thing is that Sounder wasn t 

 with Moze. There may have been two lions. You 

 see we are up a tree ourselves. I have known lions 

 to run in pairs, and also a mother keep four two-year- 

 olds with her. But such cases are rare. Here, in 

 this country, though, maybe they run round and have 

 parties.&quot; 



As we left the breaks behind we got out upon a 

 level pinon flat. A few cedars grew with the pifions. 

 Deer runways and trails were thick. 



&quot; Boys, look at that,&quot; said Jones. &quot; This is great 

 lion country, the best I ever saw.&quot; 



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