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three more shots, each missing. By that time it had 

 circled to a point fifty feet ahead of me, and after the 

 last shot it squatted down. I could see blood streaming 

 from its chest, and holding the rifle to my shoulder I 

 covered it, but did not fire the last cartridge, thinking 

 that the lynx would expire. 



A sudden rustling of the leaves caused me to turn my 

 head, and I was startled to see a large black bear walking 

 not ten feet away, and apparently looking at the wounded 

 lynx. It stopped just as I saw it, and with one foot 

 raised and head held high, it seemed to watch the lynx. 

 Quickly swinging my rifle, I fired full into its chest. It 

 gave a great spring, and, clutching its chest, reeled, half 

 running in a short circle, and dropped almost at my feet. 

 It kicked twice and died just six feet in front of me. The 

 lynx was in the same position. Quickly reloading, I 

 whistled for Jefferies, who came running into the woods. 

 As he approached, the lynx began to move off in awkward 

 leaps and we followed. After a short distance it again 

 lay down and I killed it with a club. Jefferies went for 

 my kodak as I brought the lynx to the bear, and after 

 photographing both, we carried them to the canoe, and 

 an hour later reached Jefferies' old cabin opposite the 

 Glenlyon range, where he had spent the winter two years 

 before. 



September i8-2i. The black bear was a mature male, 

 five feet one and a half inches long. In the afternoon, 

 while we were fleshing the skin, Jefferies saw two wolves 

 about four hundred yards above on a bar. I hurried 

 through the woods, but before I could come near enough 



