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tempts to get leaping pictures, but they were all failures. Next 

 morning I gathered the faithful cripples into a forlorn-looking 

 group, and photographed them, as well as the scene at camp, 

 showing the lions and deer, all hanging on a rack (No. 14) ; 

 and I caught Pat and Hardy in the act of hanging up one deer 

 (No. 15), while Wells and his brother Rob are skinning another. 



Our next successful hunt was about a week later, when we 

 found the track of a young lion, about three quarters grown, 

 just over the ridge from where we had killed the last one. 

 We had quite a time getting the trail straightened out, as the 

 cub had killed a fawn deer and had fed on it for a day or 

 more when we found it, and had tracked the scent all about 

 the place. I followed his track up to where he had leaped 

 over a bush upon the fawn's back and brought it down. The 

 snow showed but few struggles on the part of the fawn. 

 Some one found a fresh track, and in a few minutes the dogs 

 had the cub up a tree. It was a cedar which grew at the 

 foot of a ledge of rocks, so that when I crept up behind a 

 pinon which grew on top of the ledge, camera in hand, I was 

 only fifteen feet from the lion. Quickly I slipped out into 

 clear view and snapped on him. (No. 16.) As he saw me he 

 jumped down among the dogs, who barely missed catching 

 him before he climbed again, about fifty yards below. We 

 could not drive him out of this tree, so killed him where he 

 was. 



We now had to wait for a fresh fall of snow, as it was al- 

 most impossible to trail anything. The south hillsides were 



