CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 61 



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getting bare, and in this country a hound is helpless on dry 

 ground. We had but a short time to wait, and soon found a 

 big track about noon. We came upon two deer carcasses, eaten 

 up clean and abandoned, while following this. A mile away the 

 dogs ceased baying, and set up their "treed" bark. This lion 

 proved to be a short, chunky specimen, very fat, and gorged 

 with deer meat. He went quite up to the top of the second 

 tree, after the boys drove him out toward me from the first 

 one. He jumped well, but it was in the shadow of the tree, 

 and too dark for a quick snap, so I waited and snapped as he 

 ran away, but the snow he threw up hid all but his ears and 

 tail. He was so full that he ran but a little way. On this 

 occasion "Sport" now distinguished himself. The tree forked 

 near the ground, the lion going up the large fork, while 

 "Sport" took the small one. He went as high as he could 

 go, then stood barking at the lion about five or six feet away. 

 (No. 17.) The game would occasionally make a ferocious 

 dash at him, spitting and growling the while, but could not 

 quite reach him. Pat stood just below me, with his rifle 

 ready to kill when I snapped the shutter. His cap and the 

 muzzle of the gun show in the picture. I then went on the 

 lower side to try and get a jumping or running picture, but 

 the lion could not be induced to come out even when Pat 

 shot him through the paw. Pat shot him again, and this 

 time he fell. The dogs grabbed him instantly and dragged 

 him down close to me, while Pat and Wells ran in close to 

 finish him if he should get a bad hold of any dog. It was un- 



