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Soon we saw the lion in a treetop, with two of the dogs so high up among the branches that he was striking at them. He was more afraid of us than of the dogs, and as soon as he saw us he took a great flying leap and was off, the pack close behind. SOON WE SAW THE LION IN A TREE TOP WITH TWO OF THE DOGS SO HIGH UP AMONG THE BRANCHES THAT HE WAS STRIKING AT THEM HE WAS MORE AFRAID OF US THAN OF THE DOGS AND AS SOON AS HE SAW US HE TOOK A GREAT FLYING LEAP AND WAS OFF THE PACK CLOSE BEHIND
 looked like a huge and exceedingly malevolent pussy-cat, made vicious dabs at him. I shot the lynx low, so as not to hurt his skin. Yesterday we were in the saddle for ten hours. The dogs ran one lynx down and killed it among the rocks after a vigorous scuffle. It was in a hole and only two of them could get at it. This morning, soon after starting out, we struck the cold trail of a mountain lion. The hounds puzzled about for nearly two hours, going up and down the great gorges, until we sometimes absolutely lost even the sound of the baying. Then they struck the fresh trail, where the cougar had killed a deer over night. In half an hour a clamorous yelling told us they had overtaken the quarry; for we had been riding up the slopes and along the crests, wherever it was possible for the horses to get footing. As we plunged and scrambled down towards the noise, one of my companions, Phil Stewart, stopped us while he took a kodak of a rabbit which sat unconcernedly right beside our path. FEET UNTIL THE LYNX WHICH LOOKED LIKE A HUGE AND EXCEEDINGLY MALEVOLENT PUSSYCAT MADE VICIOUS DABS AT HIM I SHOT THE LYNX LOW SO AS NOT TO HURT HIS SKIN YESTERDAY WE WERE IN THE SADDLE FOR TEN HOURS THE DOGS RAN ONE LYNX DOWN AND KILLED IT AMONG THE ROCKS AFTER A VIGOROUS SCUFFLE IT WAS IN A HOLE AND ONLY TWO OF THEM COULD GET AT IT THIS MORNING SOON AFTER STARTING OUT WE STRUCK THE COLD TRAIL OF A MOUNTAIN LION THE HOUNDS PUZZLED ABOUT FOR NEARLY TWO HOURS GOING UP AND DOWN THE GREAT GORGES UNTIL WE SOMETIMES ABSOLUTELY LOST EVEN THE SOUND OF THE BAYING THEN THEY STRUCK THE FRESH TRAIL WHERE THE COUGAR HAD KILLED A DEER OVERNIGHT IN HALF AN HOUR A CLAMOROUS YELLING TOLD US THEY HAD OVERTAKEN THE QUARRY FOR WE HAD BEEN RIDING UP THE SLOPES AND ALONG THE CREST WHEREVER IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR THE HORSES TO GET FOOTING AS WE PLUNGED AND SCRAMBLED DOWN TOWARDS THE NOISE ONE OF MY COMPANIONS PHIL STEWART STOPPED US WHILE HE TOOK A KODAK OF A RABBIT WHICH SAT UNCONCERNEDLY RIGHT BESIDE OUR PATH
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