THE LYNX 
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The animal was several feet from them. It was 
crouched in shadows beside some rocks and shrub' 
bery on the mountain slope. The two children had 
been out hiking, although not far from camp, when 
they had suddenly heard a “Gr-r'r'r-r!” nearby. Their 
curiosity had been aroused. 
“It isn't very large,’’ said Buck. “It won’t hurt us 
if we just look at it. Maybe it is a cat.’’ 
“It looks like a cat, but it’s larger.” 
“Yes, and see what wild eyes it has!” 
“They look like—like goblin eyes on Hallowe’en,” 
agreed Ginger. “I wish Uncle Ely were here.” 
“You go and get him,” suggested Buck. “I will stay 
nearby and see what the animal does.” 
It wasn’t long until Ginger was back with Uncle 
Ely. They all moved cautiously, not so much in fear 
of the beast, as in fear of frightening it away so they 
couldn’t have a good look at it. They talked in low 
tones. 
“Oh, yes, now I see it,” said Uncle Ely, after study' 
ing the shadows. “That’s a lynx.” 
“A—what 7 ” 
“A lynx, better known as bobcat or wildcat.” 
“Oh! Then it is a cat!” Ginger said. “We thought 
it looked like one.” 
