IV 



ON THE TRAIL OF THE COWARDLY 

 COUGAR 



A MOVING picture was responsible for this 

 2\ trip. Photographically, the picture was 

 nothing to brag about, but it had a punch, for 

 it showed a certain Mr. "Buffalo" Jones en- 

 gaged in the flickery pastime of roping moun- 

 tain lions. Fred Stone and I saw the picture 

 and heard Mr. Jones's explanatory lecture 

 regarding it at the Sportsman's Show. When 

 the lecturer assured us that, despite the lion's 

 apparent ferocity, he is in reality a timid, 

 craven creature, and when he backed up this 

 assertion by substantial celluloid proof, we, 

 Fred and I, decided that here was a mild sort 

 of adventure, well calculated to appeal to a 

 couple of nervous sportsmen like us. 



Like most hunters, we had heard shuddery 

 cougar stories from untruthful guides and we 

 considered the animals big game, but we had 

 never met one in the flesh south of the Bronx. 



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