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started him. We had an exciting chase, the lion doubling two 

 or three times, but it was only a short time until he treed. I 

 made a trial for another leaping picture, but through my own 

 fault missed a good chance. The lion was so tired now that 

 he went only about a quarter of a mile, but did not tree. 

 When the dogs overtook him, he must have caught one in his 

 claws, for we could hear a most terrific yelping. Wells 

 mounted his horse, and hurried on, while we packed the camera 

 and followed as quickly as we could. When we came up 

 the lion was bayed on the ground, so I set the focus for thirty 

 feet and walked up within that distance and took a snap. (No. 

 30.) Then I went round to get a different view, but the lion 

 ran to the next tree. Here I approached within fifteen feet 

 and took my last snap. (No. 31.) I had made ready for 

 another, but as the lion started off the dogs all seized him and 

 pulled him down. He caught "Speckle" and would almost 

 certainly have killed him had not Wells run up and put an 

 end to the fight. Thus closed some of the most interesting 

 and thrilling episodes of my life. It was, likewise, the last 

 run of "Talk" and "Nix," for the next day they ate some 

 poisoned coyote baits and died. 



After we had finished the lion hunt in January, 1895, Wells 

 accompanied me to my home at Lay, where wildcats [Lynx 

 rufus) were quite plentiful, and where there were no deer to 

 trouble our dogs and draw them from the trail. The tracking 

 was fine and cats plenty ; so, after developing the lion negatives, 

 we rode out into the cedars after cats. We let the dogs range 



