CAMERA SHOTS AT BIG GAME 65 



made ready to spring at me, so I retreated, even though I car- 

 ried a forty-five Colt revolver. 



In the end we concluded to let this lion go and chase him 

 on the morrow with six more plates. So Wells called off 

 " Speckle " and " Nix " and went for the horses, while I picked up 

 the camera and went on down the gulch until out of sight. 

 Then cautiously I returned to see what the lion would do. In 

 about five minutes he came leisurely down from the tree and 

 walked off, looking neither to right nor left while he was in 

 sight. 



The next morning we were joined by a young ranchman as 

 we rode down the creek to pick up the trail. It led down 

 into Pice-ance Creek and across and up a steep hill on the 

 west. Thence it followed on across some bare ground, but 

 we soon circled that and picked it up where it led up to the 

 top of the mountain. After a mile or two it became apparent 

 that the game had turned down on the north side, facing 

 White River, and soon the dogs had him running. He proved 

 to be lazy, however, and almost at once took to a tree. We 

 tied our horses, except the pack-horse, which we led down. 

 The lion jumped before we reached the tree, but went only a 

 little way. I tried once for a jumping picture, but failed. 

 Wells had brought his fifty-caliber Winchester, so when we 

 wanted to drive the lion, all he had to do was to shoot off the 

 limb or part of the tree he was in, and down he came. We 

 finally got him bayed on the ground, and I caught two very 

 vicious-looking views of him (Nos. 27 and 28), going as close 



