Hunting A merican Big Gatne 



I sneaking after the rams, the panther sneaking after -me. 



had made no noise. But running over 

 broken rock in one's stocking feet is a very 

 different thing from the slow, dehberate 

 movements that brought me there ; and 

 besides, in a few seconds I had the morti- 

 fication of seeing my would-be victims 

 bounding across the narrow ledge that sep- 

 arated them from the mountain. However, 

 I thought with satisfaction that at least one 

 would meet its death from my companion 

 in hiding ; but, alas ! although the rams 



