Show hunting lions in the kaibab by paul W ivey continued from froin last week who almost shrieked howard big enough replied jack with a peculiar glint to his eyes boys do you see that track its as big as your two hands bands theres only one makes that its suro sure old big enough lets after him it seemed like a hot trail and after jacks peculiar actions and description of 0 the lion we flow flew after tho the dogs with a speed that thai amazes me when I 1 now sit quietly in my library and contemplate it the third hour saw us bravely keeping up our belief that all was well when the blow came the pack split up into three parts I 1 followed wrinkles and spot up a narrow side canyon and onto the plateau tar far toward the west the huntress and jim kept within sound of spot and bryce who circled north and cast while jack howard and louis raced to keep within sound of 0 joe and pico this split up of 0 dogs and hunters occurred before any of us its know it the chase had been so hot for three hours more we might as wall have been a hundred miles from each ather so far as knowing each others location was concerned spot and wrinkles took me on as wild a jaunt ns its I 1 care to go alone I 1 wont admit I 1 was lost when I 1 finally heard beard jims holler but I 1 know exactly where I 1 wits was from jim I 1 learned the mess we were in back an hours ride he led the dogs to a point where we were welcomed by the huntress with pot and bryco bryce A tedious ride of an hour more brought us around to tile the west side of kanab canyon here it was waa mid afternoon the rest ot 0 the party lost our high hopes for the wonder lion shattered tired sticky discouraged and wo we crept along an invisible path on the rim insensible even to the close proximity of a 2000 foot sheer drop what was that faintly camo came a call from the floor of the canyon we split our lungs in reply tor for fully fifteen minutes more and weary eyed scanned a monotonous sameness of rocky expanse before wo we saw two black specks on r rock moving something white those these black dots proved to be louis and howard who together avith th jack had left their hor horses ses at the head of the canyon and proceeded down own the almost impassable boulder field eld on toot foot after 3 ralles miles ot of this scramble pico and joe JOB left the canyon to the east ana only jack had ad the strength to follow now where was jack following his 9 dogs on toot foot tired as we ike were nry e shuddered at the the thought conjured up we find him barked jim he may nave him tied not an eyelid of interest flickered among his listeners who lay stretched full length on the rocks wo we must find him again squawked jim it will be dark soon jack will be played out we must get his bis horse horsa to him 11 how will wo we find man I 1 muttered trying to shake off my growing stupor its 6 miles allea around the canyon to that point I 1 protested and then I 1 wont know where ho he Is your yourl head oft off and snoot anat ca cannon annon referring to my modest 38 ts BS and well follow as soon as t r can get the horses back up here take an hour to get down there another hour to get back and then two hours before you can get over to that point where jack took out I 1 protested testily jyoune Jyo youve uve said it young man but well bo be there when we get there he be grunted with finality ott oft I 1 went back on the favi invisibly sible trail along the rim of chanab kanab canyon calculating where the sun would bl bi by the time I 1 reached the point across that canyon from rim to rim but two hours of body breaking riding around the head ot of it holler I 1 IN did all the way around but ony only rolled replied at the point jack left latt tile the RAK m I 1 looked across and saw sav jim and the balance of tho the party parta starting out oat over oer tho the trail 1 I laid just mcw s traveled A shot who tired fired foolish aties question who rould could it be but jack now how dim it sounded sound edl was as it ray my imagination faster hudson it will soon be ba dark we must got get there quick up wo we went so gruelling gruenling gru elling a ride that I 1 felt guilty of murdering a wonderful horse but still I 1 kept the spurs pressed close thus had bad I 1 seen jack ride up just such slopes howoo howoo S for an instant the tha significance of those hoarse tired yelps was beyond my tired brain and then realization lame came not enough hudson more speed raster faster yet A shout from above as over the tha crest I 1 burst and there at atthe the base of a large pino pine was dear old faithful jack and tho the wonder dogs joe and pico are they coming wearily the question drifted from jacks lips about two hours behind I 1 answered and then there he ha was forty feet from the ground crouching his big yellow eyes gleaming ining at me with anger A thought shook me Is it be I 1 falte faltered reC to dizzy to dismount TO BE CONCLUDED |