20 THE BIOLOGICAL REVIEW. 



I remember of hearing about this time (1826) of a man of the 

 name of Burkholder — I am not sure of the name, but the 

 circumstance I remember perfectly — who, on going home one 

 night from York, was attacked by a Panther on Baldwin's Hill, 

 near Yonge street. He had a desperate fight with the beast, 

 but he was a courageous and powerful man, and by using a 

 heavy stick he succeeded in beating it off, but his clothes were 

 torn to pieces, and he was so badly hurt that he had to come 

 back and stay for some time in York before he was able to go 

 home. This man, Burkholder, was most likely one of the early 

 settlers of York Township, and the incident may have occurred 

 some time after 181 2. 



I think it is somewhere about forty years ago that a woman 

 residing in Thornhill (about twelve miles north of Toronto) was 

 working in her garden very early one morning, and was terribly 

 frightened at seeing a very large, fierce-looking yellow animal 

 jump over the fence, run across the garden, jump the other 

 fence and disappear in the woods. She gave the alarm, and a 

 hunt was immediately organized. They followed him all day 

 and saw him several times, but could not overtake him ; he was 

 making his way to the big swamp. 



In the year 1853 J was preaching on the Crosby circuit, and 

 Mr. Thomas Leggatt, a farmer of Crosby Township (County of 

 Leeds and Grenville), with whom I was boarding, gave me the 

 following information : " Several years ago (1847 ?) I was going 

 to visit my brother John one morning in the fall of the year, and 

 just as I was about to cross the bridge, I heard a strange noise 

 behind me. I turned sharp around, and saw a large yellow 

 animal coming towards me. As soon as I turned to face it, it 

 stopped and crouched down, ready for a spring, but I stood still 

 and faced it, when slowly it rose up and walked around, trying 

 to get behind me, which it could not do owing to the creek. It 

 walked backwards and forwards several times, then turned 

 around, threw up its long tail and disappeared in the woods. I 

 was very much frightened, for I knew that I had the terrible 

 Panther before me. I knew that if I ran away he would be 

 upon me in a moment." 



Mr. John Singleton, also a farmer in Crosby, living near Mr. 



