ing in the sun. That a human being 

 should dare to take a wagon over such 

 a place seemed incredible. Yet there 

 the road was, zigzagging up the rocky 

 slope, while here and there the jagged 

 outlines of blasted rock showed where 

 the all-powerful dynamite had been 

 used to make a resting place for strain- 

 ing horses. 



That morning excitement surrounded 

 our out-of-door breakfast table. We 

 had had strange visitors during the 

 night, while we slept. A mountain 

 lion, the beautiful tan-coated vibrant- 

 tailed puma, had nosed within ten feet 

 of me and then, not liking the camp-fire 

 glow and unalarmed by my inert form, 

 had silently retreated. 



It made me feel creepy to see how 

 easily that lithe-limbed powerful crea- 

 ture might have had me for a midnight 



