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Show HALTED BY A MOUNTAIN LION. H JftSht Adventure or Threo Girls ea l California Road. We were driving from Oakland ovei the ridgo that divides Alameda and Contra Costa counties, threo girls bound for a country dance at Moraga vaKy, a little settlement on the Coutra Costa lido. It was late in January, and the night waB pitch dark, but as the young rancher who drove knew every inoh ot Vbo way wo were not afraid. We had made the ascent of themouu tain and wore driving down at a good pace when suddenly the horses stopped, reared and Chen swerved to one sido, overturning the rockaway and landing us all in the mud on the side of the road. No one was hurt, and as we piok-ed piok-ed ourselves up, wondering in a dazed way what the trouble was about, something some-thing leaped out of tho bushes, over the backs of tho prostrate horses and lit in the brush on tho lower sido of the road. There was a fearful roar, and then we inw two great, green eyes glaring out of tho darkness. The drivor had succeeded in pulling the frightened horses to their feet and righting the wagon. Ho ordered us fts get into our seats, and handing the lines to the girl on the front sec be told her to hang on for dear life. "It is a lion, and he'll jump in another an-other minute," said tho man. Then, as we sap speechless from fright, the rancher drew his revolver Tbero was a scream unlike and more dreadful than anything I had ever heard. Then tho great beast rolled a few feet in tho brush and was stilL After the horses were quieted and we had regained onr composure sufficiently, we jumped out of the rockaway, and, with tho aid of matches, examined oui game. It was a splendid young California Califor-nia mountain lion, measuring about four feet in length. We three girls wero nil very bravo when we found tho beast was roilly dead, so wo holpod th5 driver lift ibo carcass into the back of the wagon and then continued our trip, creating a great sensation among the young rustics at the dance when we told of our adventure. To be sure, we gave the dri ver oredit for the actual killing, kill-ing, but weren't we there when it happened, hap-pened, and Jidn't wo keep quiet, instead in-stead of screaming as lots of girl would have done? iNew York Sun. |