Singing Cliffs 



good success after deer an small game. One winter 

 he was out in the Pink Cliffs with a Mormon named 

 Shoonover, an they run into a lammin big grizzly 

 track, fresh an wet. They trailed him to a clump 

 of chaparral, an on goin clear round it, found no 

 tracks leadin out. Shoonover said Schmitt com 

 menced to sweat. They went back to the place where 

 the trail led in, an there they were, great big silver- 

 tip tracks, bigger n hoss-tracks, so fresh thet water 

 was oozin out of em. Schmitt said : Zake, you go 

 in und ged him. I hef took sick righdt now. 



Happy as we were over the chase of Old Tom, 

 and our prospects for Sounder, Judc and Moze had 

 seen a lion in a tree we sought our blankets early. 

 I lay watching the bright stars, and listening to the 

 roar of the wind in the pines. At intervals it lulled 

 to a whisper, and then swelled to a roar, and then 

 died away. Far off in the forest a coyote barked 

 once. Time and time again, as I was gradually sink 

 ing into slumber, the sudden roar of the wind startled 

 me. I imagined it was the crash of rolling, weath 

 ered stone, and I saw again that huge outspread, fly 

 ing lion above me. 



I awoke sometime later to find Moze had sought 

 the warmth of my side, and he lay so near my arm 

 that I reached out and covered him with an end of 

 the blanket I used to break the wind. It was very 



241 



