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Updated: June 12, 2025
The sport was one which gave the big wildcat never-failing delight; and, moreover, there was no other food in all the wilderness quite so exquisite to his palate as a plump trout from the ice-cool waters of the Guimic.
But the big cat was now wary and both shots failed to take effect. The pistol being now empty, Pawnee Brown hurled it at the enraged beast, striking it in the nose and eliciting another scream of rage. Then, as the wildcat came on for a final attack, the scout pulled out his hunting knife.
But so many places looked alike that they were deceived a number of times. At length, however, they reached the spot and found the instrument where Jack had carelessly dropped it. They picked it up and turned to go back, when Andy Sudds saw a large crater off to one side. "Boys, I'm going to have a look down that," he said. "It may contain a bear or wildcat, and I can get a shot."
"Hello! what do you make of this?" cried Snap as he pointed it out. "A mink, and some other wild beast killed it," said Whopper. "Do you suppose it was a bear?" asked Snap. "No; most likely a wildcat, or a big fox or wolf." "Let's go after 'em!" "They are no good for game -and that is what we are after." "We might get some good photographs." "That's so -I never thought of that!"
It was such a warm night they did not bother with a camp fire, but eating some of the food brought along, soon retired and went sound asleep. Once Giant awoke with a start and imagined that the lion was after him, but he soon went to sleep again. I'm the morning they found the captured lion still resting quietly on the bottom of the pit. He had not touched the second wildcat.
Many of them are now rarely to be found near the settlements, but one kind is pretty certain to be found at all times and seasons the Tasmanian devil. This ugly beast is a terror to any neighborhood. An English hunter described it by saying that it was more bear than wildcat, and more wildcat than bear and bear-cat it is frequently called.
"I've often seen the little Jack o' Lantern hovering above the marshes and swales, a dancing, pretty light, moving about to warn woodsmen of danger spots, just as your lantern, Jacky, warns the rivermen of that nasty 'wildcat' place in the river."
I patted and, 'She-e-d' her, but she got her head above cover, squinted around the room, and not finding you, set up a squall that would have scared a wildcat. The more I patted, the worse she screamed, and her feet and hands flew around like a wind-mill.
It had been a fairly decent place once; there were outbuildings which evidenced past association with pigs and chickens, while back of the house stood a wooden cart such as country people use for hauling wood or hay. In the dusk, that saddest of sad times, between sunset and moonrise, Wildcat Canyon presented an awesome appearance.
"You you mustn't take such risks," the pretty girl whispered, and looked wistfully into Dave's eyes. "I I can't stand it, Dave!" And then she blushed and turned her face away. "I'll be very careful after this, Jessie for your sake," he answered, softly and tenderly. "You boys sure did have a day of sport," said Sid Todd, after he had inspected the fish, the grouse, and the wildcat.
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