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as I dared. Suddenly he turned and disappeared over the edge 

 of the gulch. We rushed out, but could see no sign of where 

 he had gone until Wells went down into the gulch and found 

 there was a little cliff there, and the lion had crawled around 

 in a crevice and was lying there very quietly. I took the 

 camera down in the gulch, and, putting on the telephoto lens, 

 took a farewell view of the game as it lay panting in the rocks. 

 (No. 29.) It was now so near night that we killed him and 

 climbed back to our saddle-horses and rode away home. We 

 noticed some tracks on this mountain, so, two or three days 

 later, we rode in there and about noon found a fresh trail lead- 

 ing away southward. We now had four hounds, " Speckle " and 

 " Nix," " Sport " and " Talk," and all were getting to work finely. 

 We trailed several miles until night came on, so called the dogs 

 off and rode back to camp. In the morning two friends accom- 

 panied us to the trail, which still led straight away, and we 

 rode as rapidly as the dogs could go. Much of the time the 

 trail led through open sage-brush parks in the cedar and pinon 

 timber, and we could keep right up with the dogs, who were 

 working magnificently. Finally we found the carcass of a 

 fawn which the lion had eaten the night before, leaving noth- 

 ing but the hide and bones, which he had buried in the snow. 

 A little way from here the tracks became very hard for the 

 dogs to follow, on account of the melting of the snow, and we 

 were helping the dogs all we could when "Sport" suddenly 

 broke out, and away they all went like a cyclone. The lion must 

 have lain close until we were within sixty yards before "Sport" 



