SEPTEMBER, 1917 
FOREST AND STREAM 
441 
When we rushed up he was the deadest 
little lynx you ever saw. Ed hopped around 
him in delight, yelling what a magnificent 
specimen this would be to taxidermatize 
and that he was gonna stuff it whole, etc., 
etc., ad lib. Meanwhile I had stooped down 
to find where the bullet had struck to kill 
the animal without a twitch or a struggle. 
I figured it must be a brain-shot, but be¬ 
fore I could locate it in the soft fur, Ed 
dragged the remains to a little glade and 
began on it with his skinning knife, all the 
time talking like a wild man about what 
a swell specimen this lucivee would be 
after he got it “set up.” 
Ed flopped the lynx on its back and 
started in to skin the hind leg while I again 
bent down at the head-end of the critter 
to find where the fatal shot had penetrated. 
I took the head of the limp lucivee in my 
hands and twisted it around. Right be¬ 
tween the ears was a score perhaps two 
inches long where the hair and skin were 
both gone and the bloody skull exposed. 
“Look here,” says I to Ed, busy on the 
other end of the cat, “what do you make 
of this?” Ed stopped work on the leg 
which was about half skun and examined 
what I had found. “That’s plain enough,” 
says Ed; “this cat’s been in a fight with 
another lynx last night and got a claw-rip 
across the head, that’s all, but,” he went 
on, “I can easily patch that up with fur 
from some other part of—!” Ed never 
finished that sentence! 
WITH A SNARL AND A SCREAM 
THAT LUCIVEE BOUNDED LIKE A 
COILED SPRING STRAIGHT INTO 
THE AIR ABOVE OUR HEADS! 
As it came down it spat viciously right 
into my face, hit the ground on all fours 
and struck the earth 15 feet from us on 
the next bounce! Another jump and it 
was in the brush and its roars and growls 
and spits grew fainter as it hit the high 
places away from that spot! 
With dazed look and blanched face I 
got slowly to my feet from where I had 
fallen over backward. Ed still remained 
sitting down—his hair was standing up 
stiff as bristles and his eyes were bugged 
half way out of his head! 
“Migawd,” he gasped, “it wasn’t dead at 
all!” “Course it wasn’t dead,” says I, try¬ 
ing to control my trembling voice; “that 
bloody place between its ears is where you 
creased it with the bullet, but it was only 
stunned—I knew it wasn’t dead all the 
time.” 
“You’re 47 different kinds of a liar!” 
says Ed, getting to his feet and beginning 
to hunt for his knife which the big cat 
had kicked out of his hand; “if you didn’t 
know it was dead why in Helena (Mon¬ 
tana) didn’t you say so?” “I was just 
cornin’ to that,” says I, “when the durn 
thing came to life.” 
Well, after a good deal of plain talk to 
each other we gathered up our traps and 
started on the back-hike for camp. There 
was not much conversation between us 
on the way. It was dusk when we ap¬ 
proached the cabin. Suddenly we were 
startled by the crack of a rifle. “Tim 
must be cornin’ back,” says Ed as we 
mended our pace. “Probably that’s a deer 
he’s knocked down for camp meat,” says I. 
Sure enough, we reached the camp door 
the same time Tim did and shook hands. 
“How’s the wife?” asks I. “Left her fine 
as silk and out of danger,” says Tim with 
a smiling face. “Wot was that you shot 
at?” says Ed. “Curi’us thing about that,” 
says Tim with a queer look on his face; 
“I dunno wot it was, but I’m gonna find 
out.” 
We stood there while he went inside and 
lighted the lantern. When he came out we 
followed him along the trail. He carried 
the lantern in one hand and his rifle in 
the other and he went slowly, peering 
ahead while Ed and I hung back a little. 
Presently the guide came to a stop and 
held the lantern over a dark object. Ed 
and I snuk up and stood beside him. 
There, knocked down from its propped- 
up perch and with the destructive .work of 
a big soft-nose that had torn off half its 
beak, smashed its eyes and splintered its 
horns, was Ed’s bull moose-head! 
Nitrogen you know is as deadly as pizen- 
gas. When there is too much nitrogen in 
the air, it kills the virtue of the oxygen 
and a lighted lamp or candle goes out. Ni¬ 
trogen is what Ed exhaled in a blue stream 
as he looked at that wreck of his mounted 
moose-head! He swore until the flame of 
the lantern began to flicker and then went 
out. After that he continued to swear as 
we three stood there in the darkness! 
After the lantern went out I dared to stuff 
my fist in my mouth and laugh without 
the risk of being murdered. The lantern 
going out probably saved my life. 
Poor Tim was as sorry as could be. All 
he could find to say in excuse was, “Well, 
Ed, you see it was nearly dark an’ I 
couldn’t adzackly see good. It didn’t look 
like nothink huming, or spiritchool neither, 
so I jest nacherly took a crack at it.” 
Moral —Hire a taxidermist. 
The above is a “speaking” likeness of 
what us three said after the lantern went 
out 
Forest and Stream takes great pleas¬ 
ure in announcing that Mr. Newkirk 
has joined its staff of writers and 
that henceforth his personal experi¬ 
ences will be related only in these 
columns. “Newt” is in New Bruns¬ 
wick at present visiting his old 
friends among the guides and making 
new acquaintances. Our readers can 
expect another story from him next 
month. 
THE SPORTSMAN 
TOURIST 
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