WILD I'I,()\VI;k.S of COLORADO. 3 I 



one can almost sec the trees upon them, will he miles and miles 

 awav. 



Guides have much amusement in asking; tourists how far 

 distant is such and such a mountain, and then astonishing- the 

 person hy saying — any number of miles less than a thousand. 



After interviewing- the hoy with the cows we retraced our 

 steps, and just before reaching the bridge we saw (juite a crowd 

 arou'.-.il a large farm wagon in the midtUe of the street. The 

 farmer, with one hand holding the reins, was standing, and 

 seemed to be relatini); some wonderful incident to the crowd. As 

 we wished to sec and hear what seen-ied to be an unusual occur- 

 rence, we went up to the wagon. It was a sight rarely seen, even 

 in this section. There, stretched at full length, lay a mountain 

 lion — dead. He was a grand looking fellow. His length, from 

 tip of nose to the end of tail, was just the length of the wagon. 

 We inquired of the farmer how he had killed him, as there 

 seemed to be no indications of firearms used. "How did I 

 kill him ? W'ith this very club," and he held up a stout stick about 

 three feet long. " I was walking on the side of the mountain 

 near my ranch when I met the l)east. I had not heard a sound, 

 but as I looked u]) I saw him standing plump before me. He 

 did not look uglv, but astonished, and I believe I was as much 

 of a curiosity to him as he was to me. I didn't take long to 

 think about it, though, and raising my club with all the strength 

 I had, I hit hin-i square on the top of his head. It stunned him, 

 and before he had tune to come to, I finrshed him with this," and 



