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Frank manifested his usual alert excitation, and said: "Well, I guess he won't hang fire on a long cougar chase." And Jim slow, careful Jim, dropped a plate with the exclamation: "Shore it do beat hell!" The hounds sniffed round Wallace, and welcomed him with vigorous tails. Supper that night, even if we did grind sand with our teeth, was a joyous occasion.
Their howling roused the rest of the party, and no doubt scared the cougar, for his womanish screech was not repeated. Then Jones got up and gatherered his blankets in a roll. "Where you oozin' for now?" asked Frank, sleepily. "I think that cougar just came up over the rim on a scouting hunt, and I'm going to go down to the head of the trail and stay there till morning.
"An' mebbe there's somethin' in what you say... We was talkin' about them sheep your big cat killed. Wal, Milt, I can't prove it, that's sure. An' mebbe you'll think me doddery when I tell you my reason. It wasn't what them greaser herders said about seein' a cougar in the herd." "What was it, then?" queried Dale, much interested. "Wal, thet day a year ago I seen your pet.
The next attempt began by placing a good-sized log against the tree, and proved to be the necessary help. Jones got hold of the second limb and pulled himself up. As he kept on, Kitty crouched low as if to spring upon him. Again Frank and I sent warning calls to him, but he paid no attention to us or to the cougar, and continued to climb. This worried Kitty as much as it did us.
There are dogs, too, that howl and bark, with other sounds that come from farther off from the wild denizens of the wilderness; cries of the cougar in contralto, wolf-barkings in mezzo-soprano, screaming of eagles in shrill treble, snorting of bears in basso, and hooting of scared owls in lugubrious tone, to be likened only to the wailing of agonised spirits in Purgatory.
"Any cougar signs back in the breaks?" asked Jones. "Wal, there's a cougar on every deer trail," replied the elder Stewart, "An' two for every pinto in the breaks. Old Tom himself downed fifteen colts fer us this spring." "Fifteen colts! That's wholesale murder. Why don't you kill the butcher?" "We've tried more'n onct. It's a turrible busted up country, them brakes.
Now, however, rest and refreshment were necessary; even more imperative was the need of a fire as a protection to the camp against the encroachments of wild beasts; for wolves were plentiful and roamed the night-bound earth, and the active panther, the great American cougar, was wont to look down from the branches of overhanging trees.
"Milt, that was your tame cougar," cried Bo, excitedly. "Oh, I'll never forget him! I'll hear those cries in my dreams!" "Yes, it was Tom," said Dale, thoughtfully. "But I never heard him cry just like that." "Oh, call him in!" Dale whistled and called, but Tom did not come. Then the hunter stalked off in the gloom to call from different points under the slope.
Now, too, the boys were able to catch a new note a note almost of triumph, it seemed to them, in the dogs' hoarse baying. "Stick to your ponies. Don't leave them. If it's a cougar, he is liable to stampede them again. And don't any of you shoot until I give you the word." "There he is!" cried Tad, pointing to a low-spreading pinyon tree. "I can see him moving around in the top there.
He carpeted the floor of his new lodge with the skins of the mountain ram, the cougar, the red deer, the elk, and the bear, while the walls were hung with robes from the mountain bison, the otter, the beaver, the mink, and the martin. The villagers watched with interest while he worked. He drew a rawhide thong across the center of his lodge, facing the door.
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