. Western field. re Jim patted thesnoozing canine beside him. The answeringrap, rap, rap of purps tail resounded uponthe floor. It took me a good hour to get back to theold mare; never did find my knife. But whenI got into the saddle I felt somethin just atthe top of my boot, inside of what was leftof my pants leg. An fellers, I reached downan pulled it out, an here she is, boys. Jim produced a remnant of folded cloth andbegan to carefully, uiiwrap it before theanxious gaze of his audience. Why, its nearly all gold. Hungry, ex-claimed one excited greybeard. Well Ill be darned, squeaked the lit
. Western field. re Jim patted thesnoozing canine beside him. The answeringrap, rap, rap of purps tail resounded uponthe floor. It took me a good hour to get back to theold mare; never did find my knife. But whenI got into the saddle I felt somethin just atthe top of my boot, inside of what was leftof my pants leg. An fellers, I reached downan pulled it out, an here she is, boys. Jim produced a remnant of folded cloth andbegan to carefully, uiiwrap it before theanxious gaze of his audience. Why, its nearly all gold. Hungry, ex-claimed one excited greybeard. Well Ill be darned, squeaked the littleman with the big cow-hide boots, as hereached for a live coal and skillfully tossedit into his cold briar-bowl. The proprieter was busy counting scoremarks on his tab. Jim rose, stretched care-fully with a wince and expression of pain. How much ? Thirty-five cents, replied the proprietor,and Jim produced a long greasy bag from thedepths of his trousers and passed over thechange. 77-//; [AC I PIC COAST MAGAZISE. A Northland Vi TWO NORTHLAND COUGARS By F. M. Kelly LTHOUGH plentiful enough, ourpanther is not an easy four-footto locate under ordinarj con-ditions, and one might make agoodly number of still-huntingexpeditions through the North-west without seeing its lithetawny body moving silentlythrough the bush. Rarely doesit venture forth during theours of daylight; and then only when hun-er compels. V\ith few exceptions, thoselat the trappers and Indians bring in for) get the bounty are shot between the eyes,lowing that they fell at night during the^ngshore cruises of the adventurers, whenlere was a pit-light or, better still, an ace- tylene-lamp to impel curiosity and give theman behind the gun a line on its sights. During the winter of 1902-03, however, thewriter was fortunate enough to have a coupleof them chance almost into his arms—fire-arms, to be correct. They were close enoughat that. Although I got neither of then,the experiences were a trifle thrilling. Onboth occ
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