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bushes were dripping with dew, and an energetic but somewhat 
dissipated chuck-will’s-widow was whistling away with much fervor. 
A moment later and a crow cawed from the top of a small pine, and 
then the full avian orchestra commenced in earnest, and the belated 
chuck-will’s-widow was heard no more. 
The dogs, eager to find a trail, were running in and out of the 
thick bushes, occasionally starting off on the trail of a deer or wild- 
cat, upon which they were immediately called back by Davis. 
Soon the sun rose, and then the bird music gradually ceased, 
although the bluebirds piped away alone for some time, occasionally 
assisted by a crow. At times the dogs would strike a trail on hard 
ground where we could see nothing. We would then have to call 
them in and ‘slow trail” it until we came to a place where the 
ground was soft enough to enable us to see the tracks. 
Usually it proved to be a deer, sometimes a cat, but. we were 
not after deer and cats, except of a larger kind, so the dogs were 
called off and we kept on. Panther tracks two or three days old 
were not uncommon, but no ‘“‘ fresh” ones were found, and I began 
to think we should have to give it up and return to camp. Once or 
twice the dogs sniffed along the top of a fallen tree, and our spirits 
immediately rose, as we knew that in all probability the animal that 
walked there was either a cat or a panther, but in every instance a 
further investigation proved it to have been the former. 
At times each of us would take a hound and hunt in different 
directions, meeting later at some point agreed upon, and then again 
we would hunt all the dogs together. In this way we covered a great 
deal of ground. 
At last ‘‘ Cleve” started off on an apparently fresh trail and was 
immédiately followed by the other dogs. Davis called him back 
and made him go slowly until he came to a piece of soft sand where 
the trail was plain and clear, and which this time proved to be that 
of a large panther, and was evidently quite ‘‘ fresh.” At this time 
I was not with them, so Davis and Gale started on to follow the 
animal alone. The dogs ‘‘jumped” him within a mile of where 
they struck the trail, and the animal ran for perhaps a quarter of a 
