CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 51 



" Pat," as every one knows him best, and Frank came in soon, 

 and next morning we started out under as clear a sky as could 

 be wished for. The hounds were coupled in pairs and crazy 

 for a run. " Speckle " and " Spot," the old stand-bys; " Sport," 

 the tree-climber; "Mike," also a good climber; "Music" 

 and "Talk" and " Nixey " comprised the hounds; while 

 " Hector," part staghound and part shepherd, — the fastest of 

 the pack, and as such nearly always obliged to tackle the lion 

 on a run, — closely seconded by " Tucker," Pat's big brown 

 shepherd, " Gypsy," and " Ajax," made up the crew. Three 

 or four miles up the gulch we climbed out on the left side, and 

 a short way up the hill found a lion track made early the past 

 night. "Speckle" and "Spot" were turned loose; the 

 younger hounds were kept back till the trail should be fresher. 

 We hurried after, and only overtook them at a place where they 

 had been balked by a band of horses crossing and recrossing 

 the trail, completely obliterating it. The dogs took the back 

 trail, and Wells had a good chase to get them. Meantime, 

 Pat crossed the horse trails, and, finding the lion trail, blew 

 his horn for me to follow him. The lion was now up on a 

 hilltop where it was open, except where a fire had killed the 

 pinon timber and the winds had blown it down. I noticed 

 that the lion turned off to the right, evidently towards a deer; 

 but as Pat was going straight ahead, I followed him. Fifty 

 yards farther the lion track intersected our line again, but he 

 was dragging something now, and this was nearly sure to mean 

 that he would be close by the carcass when we found it. I 



