Okanagan 
Feeling sure that the beast had taken the meat 
this way, I mounted my cayuse (the Indian 
name for horse) and rode along at the foot of 
the mountain until I eventually found the spoor 
again, the trail going into the mountain. The 
tracking was easy here on account of the snow. 
The beast had picked up the meat in its mouth, 
travelling as much as three or four hundred 
yards or more before putting it down. Here the 
imprint of the haunch, which weighed quite 
twenty pounds, distinctly showed in the snow, 
so I trailed for more than an hour. The puma, 
for I was sure it was one of these animals from 
its tracks, was evidently making for its den. 
I hoped that it might have eaten a portion of the 
meat—the smallest quantity would have been 
sufficient to have killed it in a few minutes, for 
the poison was liberally applied. However, 
this did not happen, but I arrived at a huge pile 
of rocks at last where the tracks disappeared, 
and I eventually discovered a smal! opening 
amongst them that evidently marked where the 
beast I was in search of had taken refuge. The 
place was an impossible one to open up, so I had 
reluctantly to leave it. I had left my horse at 
least a mile away tethered by my lariat to a tree. 
On my way back I made a short cut by leaving 
my back trail, intending to rejoin it farther 
down the mountain. On passing some rocks I 
came upon a porcupine nosing about, and this I 
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