With Gun P Rod in Canada 



and then lay still and crumpled among the sandstone 

 boulders. 



When I scrambled down to him he was stone dead, 

 the bullet having struck the back of his head between his 

 ears and penetrated his brain. 



Outside of feeling weak in the knees and shaking like 

 a leaf, I was not very much excited ! 



It took me all the afternoon to get that cat skinned, and 

 the hide tied up for carrying. It was dark by the time 

 I got my rifle and had the skin back to the camp-fire. 

 It was half-past ten at night before I got back to the 

 bunk-house with my load. 



The next morning I sent a boy with a burro to pack 

 in the venison. 



