ing in the sun. That a human being 
should dare to take a wagon over such 
a place seemed incredible. Yet there 
the road was, zigzagging up the rocky 
slope, while here and there the jagged 
outlines of blasted rock showed where 
the all-powerful dynamite had been 
used to make a resting place for strain- 
ing horses. 
That morning excitement surrounded 
our out-of-door breakfast table. We 
had had strange visitors during the 
night, while we slept. A mountain 
lion, the beautiful tan-coated vibrant- 
tailed puma, had nosed within ten feet 
of me and then, not liking the camp-fire 
glow and unalarmed by my inert form, 
had silently retreated. 
It made me feel creepy to see how 
easily that lithe-limbed powerful crea- 
ture might have had me for a midnight 
> 
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