The big game of North America. Its habits, habitats, haunts, and characteristics; how, when, and where to hunt it ..

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Title: The big game of North America. Its habits, habitats, haunts, and characteristics; how, when, and where to hunt it ..
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Shields, G. O. (George O.), 1846-1925, ed
Subjects: Hunting Game and game-birds
Publisher: Chicago and New York, Rand, McNally & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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, must have great sagacity, courage, andknowledge of the science of self-defense, looking out for hisown skin, first, last, and all the time. One wild and stormy December night, a trio of hunters,tired, cold, and hungry, in camp on the side of one of MountBakers foot-hills, sat around the blazing fire, devouringtheir evening meal of venison, bread, and cheese; a pot ofsteaming black coffee hung above the blazing logs. Thewind whistled, howled, and screamed through the giganticfir-tops on all sides. The forest all about was mantled ina shroud of white; the fine snow drifted in through thecracks and crannies of the rude log cabin. The hunters finished their repast put away cooking-utensils, and those that used the fragrant weed filled theirpipes, lighting them with a brand from the fire, and settledthemselves down on blankets and furs, with their feet closeto the glowing embers. Then came the season of liiyu-ioah-loali—heap talk—each in turn relating incidents and advent- O > o I
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THE LYXX. 441 ures of camp-life, of mountain-life, of hunts on the greatplains or the deep forests. The night waned, but the screaming wind without howledon in dismal, weird, and solemn discord. The snow fellfaster and faster. Growing cold, the veteran of the partyrose and piled new logs on the fire, sending a cloud of sparksup among the log rafters above. A bad night, boys! I i)ity the poor unfortunate whomay be out in this storm. The howl of a Mountain Wolf rose above the roar of theelements. The scream of a Panther joined in the discord,rendering the night truly hideous. The scent of the gamethat hung about the camp kej^t the beasts of the mountainshovering around; but the glare and smoke from the cabin,and the presence of their human foes, i^revented them fromcoming too near. The attention of the hunters being turned to the Puma,Mountain Lion, or Cougar—otherwise known as Panther^many thrilling and blood-curdling stories Avere narrated ofthe sneaking, powerful cat, till the bloo

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