mountains that is rarely seen, even 

 by old guides, and as events proved, 

 we were by no means the passive 

 spectators we thought. Lying 

 supinely on a hillside seems a good 

 way to avoid incident, but if you had 

 seen what we did, you would have 

 done what we did, doubtless, with 

 consequences as far reaching. 



Perhaps the sun had climbed to- 

 ward noon long enough for the 

 millions of time tellers to have ticked 

 off the quarter-hour when on the same 

 hillside opposite, a tawny shadow 

 close against the red earth moved 

 swiftly, nose to the ground. We never 

 stirred, the gun and the camera re- 

 mained undisturbed, so absorbed were 

 we watching that incarnate death 

 tracking its prey. I had never seen a 

 puma in broad daylight outside of 

 a cage, and now as that great cat 

 stealthily crawled along, disappearing 

 in the berry patches, and out again, 

 I thrilled with the by-gone delightful 

 horror of "Arabian Nights!" 



"He is following the blacktail 

 trail," Nimrod whispered. " It is late 

 in the day for him to be hunting." 

 Cautiously we sat up among the 



