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her helpless, so she was despatched with a revolver shot, and 

 taking her pelt, we went up and helped " Sport " and " Mike " 

 down from the spruce tree up which they had climbed. A 

 week later saw us riding down the creek to a point where 

 we could climb out on the north side. Both sides of the 

 gulch were steep, but the north side was an almost impassa- 

 ble cliff, there being but few places where it was possible 

 to get out, thus making an admirable home for the lions. 

 They would come to the cliffs to lie down during the 

 daytime and hunt back on top at night. Down at the 

 G — H ranch we turned up the road of the same name, which 

 was fearfully steep. Just on top we found a lion track, 

 but it was too old to put the dogs on, so we followed back 

 along the ridge towards camp. When nearly opposite camp 

 we came upon the carcass of a buck deer which was entirely 

 eaten, the bones alone remaining. Here there were fresher 

 tracks, and Pat circled a little to see which way the game had 

 gone out. We had barely started after him when the dogs 

 broke away and were off — hounds, shepherds, and all, coupled 

 and uncoupled, alike. Fifty yards ahead we found the reason 

 for their stampede. There, under a spreading pinon tree, was 

 a fresh deer carcass, only partially eaten, and leading from it 

 were the telltale jumps in the snow showing where the lion 

 had run as it heard our approach. After the dogs we went 

 pell-mell, but the race was only a quarter of a mile ere she 

 treed. Before we could reach the place, she jumped from the 

 first tree and " Tucker " caught her tail. This checked her, 



