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noticed one place where, for about twenty feet, the lion had 

 carried the deer clear of the snow, leaving not a sign but its 

 own tracks. A little way ahead the track led to the edge of 

 the hill, and here I overtook Pat, who had dismounted, and 

 walked out and looked down and caught a glimpse of the lion 

 running away. He went down a few yards and found a spike- 

 buck and the tracks of the lion running off. Wells came up 

 just then, and the whole outfit of dogs caught the fresh scent, 

 and away they all went, making noise enough to terrify any- 

 thing. They did not go over a quarter of a mile before 

 " Hector" had the lion treed. It proved to be a female; she 

 was in a spruce tree on a steep hillside, so by getting on the 

 upper side I could get nearly on a level with her. She was 

 resting very quietly about thirty feet up, and I put on an eight- 

 een-inch focus lens and took her portrait at about thirty-five 

 feet. (No. 3.) The snow lay on the boughs just as it had 

 fallen, and made a beautiful picture as we looked at her. The 

 dogs began climbing, and presently she crawled out on a limb 

 on the lower side of the tree, and I went down to get a run- 

 ning picture as she came by. Wells scared her out, and she 

 jumped just as far out and down as she could, — we estimated 

 it to be one hundred feet, — striking with such force as to roll 

 and slide quite a way before she could rise. The dogs and 

 she went by so fast and close that I thought it useless to try 

 them. They caught her in the gulch a few yards below me, and 

 I made an exposure when they had her stretched in the gulch, 

 with Pat included in the view. (No. 4.) The dogs soon had 



