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ten miles from Santa Ana and stretching along the south 

 face of the foothills. Several hundred people attend 

 them, and go in conveyances of all kinds, and with tents 

 camp out in the grove, forming a small village. Famous 

 cooks, the Serranos, are on hand, and after the hunt 

 there is a barbecue, Mexican fashion, where chili con 

 carne, chili color ado, tomales, and tortillas are served, and 

 if the hunter is not fired by the hunt he is by the feast 

 that savours of the days of Lucullus. It is worth a trip 

 to California to see Sefior Serrano and his brother bar- 

 becue a steer, and toss or turn the meat with a pitchfork 

 by the light of the moon as it pours down through the 

 great black live oaks. 



The hunts average twenty lynxes and fifteen foxes 

 a year, and in the driest weather the hounds have no 

 difficulty in taking the foxes. These meets are looked 

 forward to with pleasure and delight, and in the gloom 

 of the live-oak forests one meets many famous Califor- 

 nians and lovers of sport, none of whom are more 

 enthusiastic than Dr. Benjamin Page, who can tell you 

 every hound by his voice and the exact stage of the 

 game, just as he knows the highest peaks of the Sierras, 

 the deepest cartons, and all the famous trout pools of 

 Southern California along the high Sierras as they over- 

 look the great desert of the south. It is good to see the 

 old-time hunting gentleman imparting his enthusiasm to 

 the younger generation and handing it down as a legacy. 



The Southern California lynx, Lynx rufus, is a 

 handsome spotted animal, weighing sometimes fifty 



