Show Ws 48 him its old big enough him I 1 hope they come quick Hes OW jumped three times and the dogs nare getting tired it he jumps again I 1 dont know immediately now new life entered my veins ill hurry them up I 1 as I 1 spurred poor hudson again and took back over the old trall trail I 1 seemed as it if my blood was on tire I 1 forgot ni roy dizziness at last wo we had himl I 1 must hurry ile he jumped a again i could pico and joo JOB tree him again it if he ever reached the rim tho the thought made me sick down down ov ther the trail that iliad had cost so BO much effort on the ahe ascent and yet up it again I 1 must go 90 1 I put the te disagreeable thought out of i mind as I 1 slid down to a projecting crag halfway down the slope overlooking the rim trail trall below bandl bangt bang bang I 1 my cannon blazed while far down below responded spon ded bangi baegl baegl bangi bang vas it an echo surely and then BANGI BANG I 1 BANG BANGI truly a signal relief on they would bo be coming now on the gallop regardless of obstacles and tired horseflesh ages it seemed before a figure ap feared rising and falling in a j jerky foj motion as if pulled by invisible strings nii what a sight eight or eyes who should it be ba but general kowats I 1 how etow little he deserved his now I 1 jumped ns as a shadow flashed by thon then another and another reinforce ments for joe and pico on their heels crash crashed edthe the terrible turk while far below were two other figures i the huntress and jim up that cruel j grado again I 1 went pitying my mount ond and still urging hint him to the utmost how but general kowats ivas was making time up that mountain and there was nothing to do but follow over the crest vv wo ra came there was tho the tree located by sound more than by sight and where are the dogs going happened what a contusion we ve sat on our horses tor for a second as it shell shocked hes jumped shrieked jack and with gasps wo we plunged through tho the brush after tho the doga clogs A quarter of a mile and the turmoil oll of 0 barking became louder and louder E merging emerging on a 0 ridge wo we camo came to the circle of dogs around a r won la Is he where Is he be la in it pos DOS titi alo 0 there he lot chos going got ng to dhoot get him quick 1 r ded d ed jack jim anti the hunt I 1 rii 1 v 1 le terrible turn tilt and general n nth lipped flipped a coln general kowats i llad drew his alt rica 3 crom croin the ird owed red and I MIMI a 1 cr stith 11 lIngI and pulling the dogs gave mini its big enough sure buro enough drawled jack well over 8 feet general kowats smiled as it to say oh saddle where la Is thy defeat 01 old djel big enough Is my victory three days of our allotted vacation remained in which to get two more lions obviously the chances were against use us the huntress expressed satisfaction in having a single trophy for our home so all efforts were ivere bent toward aiding tho the terrible turk two days passed as had five previously only our appetites to show for the days struggle the last day opened with a ragged blizzard and disappointment was prevalent among tho the entire camp the dogs included cow could the latter turn tho the trick against such odds it hardly seemed possible but jacks determination was undaunted together with the turk they struck a hot trail and went on as wild a chase as was yet experienced while the rest of us followed by degrees warming ourselves from time to time by tires fires which jim built along the way As a result of that race against odds that daunted the spirit ot of all but two of us the turk la Is probably now sitting in hla his library with his feet on as be beautiful a trophy as aa a hunters heart could desire ono one of the last of 0 his cunning race an individual named by jack the wild tige what an experience it had been how our souls reeked with satisfaction I 1 how we hated to leave the logs dogs and horses and men who had so wholeheartedly shared our experiences and whom wo we had learned to lovo lovel how Is human na ture my aly one irresistible desire wh when en another year rolls forward is to be found on the north rim tor tortured tural by thirst saddle sore soro and weary threading perilous trails torn and jabbed by tough spectral excrescences excrescences looking west across tile the kalbak at such a glow of splendor as aa to warm ones soul tor for eternity I 1 envy the lion his country the pain of survival so polk poignant nant yet miraculously transmitted into soul satisfying pleasure this Is ane secret ot of the lion country known only to these who have drunk deep of 0 its primeval abandon END |