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Show The End oj the j Chase i j BY LESTER WILLIAMS From the snowy peaks to the bench below, The lion he seeks his prey; He takes by night the deer by sight, He has no other way. He roamed the range, his heart content, con-tent, From the game he's free to choose, On with his slaughter, night after night, Until he was persued. A sportsman sighed I'll take his hide, His days they are but few. This day he said, for the deeds he's done, He must repay in full. He's the mighty king of all the beasts, His shrewdness we review, For rarely has this cunning thing Out on the open range been seen. Soft snow came, many tracks were made, For this hunter to pursue, With horse and pack and dogs to track, To him this venture was not new. He traveled east, he traveled north, A kill he finally found. Among the deer he made his way, From side to side the dogs would stray. He stopped to pause at some fresh tracks, The dogs were gone all in a pack. There was a meaning in their bay, So now behind he tried to stay. He heard the sound of the hunter's hound, To him was something new; He tries to run, the race is on, The bay comes long and true. Through rocks and ledge he winds his way, Yet on his tracks they always stay. Many miles have passed, he's tired at last, Still onward goes the bay From a pack of dogs, with courage great, And just a killer lion at stake. With tired and torn feet, yet true at heart, They knew their masters wish; The trail grew hot, the lion he saught A place up in a tree. The bay now changeff, 'twas a warn-ning warn-ning cry, To the hunters now behind, 'Twas the end of the chase, the time had come And with his life, he did repay. Note The author of the above and his companion Lester Carter, of Minersville, Min-ersville, have recently killed nine lions in the Beaver mountains; seven in Bakers canyon and two in Kane canyon, and all this in less than three week's of intermittent hunting. Much of the success of hunt is accredited to the three splendid hunting dogs belonging to Mr. Williams. |