the last of the plainsmen-第43章
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egion of the Rockies made a rendezvous of the game preserve。 Jones soon procured a pack of hounds； but as they had been trained to run deer； foxes and coyotes he had great trouble。 They would break on the trail of these animals； and also on elk and antelope just when this was farthest from his wish。 He soon realized that to train the hounds was a sore task。 When they refused to come back at his call； he stung them with fine shot； and in this manner taught obedience。 But obedience was not enough； the hounds must know how to follow and tree a lion。 With this in mind； Jones decided to catch a lion alive and give his dogs practical lessons。
A few days after reaching this decision； he discovered the tracks of two lions in the neighborhood of Mt。 Everett。 The hounds were put on the trail and followed it into an abandoned coal shaft。 Jones recognized this as his opportunity； and taking his lasso and an extra rope； he crawled into the hole。 Not fifteen feet from the opening sat one of the cougars； snarling and spitting。 Jones promptly lassoed it； passed his end of the lasso round a side prop of the shaft； and out to the soldiers who had followed him。 Instructing them not to pull till he called； he cautiously began to crawl by the cougar； with the intention of getting farther back and roping its hind leg； so as to prevent disaster when the soldiers pulled it out。 He accomplished this； not without some uneasiness in regard to the second lion； and giving the word to his companions； soon had his captive hauled from the shaft and tied so tightly it could not move。
Jones took the cougar and his hounds to an open place in the park； where there were trees； and prepared for a chase。 Loosing the lion； he held his hounds back a moment； then let them go。 Within one hundred yards the cougar climbed a tree； and the dogs saw the performance。 Taking a forked stick； Jones mounted up to the cougar； caught it under the jaw with the stick； and pushed it out。 There was a fight； a scramble； and the cougar dashed off to run up another tree。 In this manner； he soon trained his hounds to the pink of perfection。
Jones discovered； while in the park； that the cougar is king of all the beasts of North America。 Even a grizzly dashed away in great haste when a cougar made his appearance。 At the road camp； near Mt。 Washburn； during the fall of 1904； the bears； grizzlies and others； were always hanging round the cook tent。 There were cougars also； and almost every evening； about dusk； a big fellow would come parading past the tent。 The bears would grunt furiously and scamper in every direction。 It was easy to tell when a cougar was in the neighborhood； by the peculiar grunts and snorts of the bears； and the sharp； distinct； alarmed yelps of coyotes。 A lion would just as lief kill a coyote as any other animal and he would devour it； too。 As to the fighting of cougars and grizzlies； that was a mooted question； with the credit on the side of the former。
The story of the doings of cougars； as told in the snow； was intensely fascinating and tragic！ How they stalked deer and elk； crept to within springing distance； then crouched flat to leap； was as easy to read as if it had been told in print。 The leaps and bounds were beyond belief。 The longest leap on a level measured eighteen and one…half feet。 Jones trailed a half…grown cougar； which in turn was trailing a big elk。 He found where the cougar had struck his game； had clung for many rods； to be dashed off by the low limb of a spruce tree。 The imprint of the body of the cougar was a foot deep in the snow； blood and tufts of hair covered the place。 But there was no sign of the cougar renewing the chase。
In rare cases cougars would refuse to run； or take to trees。 One day Jones followed the hounds； eight in number； to come on a huge Tom holding the whole pack at bay。 He walked to and fro； lashing his tail from side to side； and when Jones dashed up； he coolly climbed a tree。 Jones shot the cougar； which； in falling； struck one of the hounds； crippling him。 This hound would never approach a tree after this incident； believing probably that the cougar had sprung upon him。
Usually the hounds chased their quarry into a tree long before Jones rode up。 It was always desirable to kill the animal with the first shot。 If the cougar was wounded； and fell or jumped among the dogs； there was sure to be a terrible fight； and the best dogs always received serious injuries； if they were not killed outright。 The lion would seize a hound； pull him close； and bite him in the brain。
Jones asserted that a cougar would usually run from a hunter； but that this feature was not to be relied upon。 And a wounded cougar was as dangerous as a tiger。 In his hunts Jones carried a shotgun； and shells loaded with ball for the cougar； and others loaded with fine shot for the hounds。 One day； about ten miles from the camp； the hounds took a trail and ran rapidly； as there were only a few inches of snow。 Jones found a large lion had taken refuge in a tree that had fallen against another； and aiming at the shoulder of the beast； he fired both barrels。 The cougar made no sign he had been hit。 Jones reloaded and fired at the head。 The old fellow growled fiercely； turned in the tree and walked down head first； something he would not have been able to do had the tree been upright。 The hounds were ready for him； but wisely attacked in the rear。 Realizing he had been shooting fine shot at the animal； Jones began a hurried search for a shell loaded with ball。 The lion made for him； compelling him to dodge behind trees。 Even though the hounds kept nipping the cougar； the persistent fellow still pursued the hunter。 At last Jones found the right shell； just as the cougar reached for him。 Major； the leader of the hounds； darted bravely in； and grasped the leg of the beast just in the nick of time。 This enabled Jones to take aim and fire at close range； which ended the fight。 Upon examination； it was discovered the cougar had been half…blinded by the fine shot； which accounted for the ineffectual attempts he had made to catch Jones。
The mountain lion rarely attacks a human being for the purpose of eating。 When hungry he will often follow the tracks of people； and under favorable circumstances may ambush them。 In the park where game is plentiful； no one has ever known a cougar to follow the trail of a person； but outside the park lions have been known to follow hunters； and particularly stalk little children。 The Davis family； living a few miles north of the park； have had children pursued to the very doors of their cabin。 And other families relate similar experiences。 Jones heard of only one fatality； but he believes that if the children were left alone in the woods； the cougars would creep closer and closer； and when assured there was no danger； would spring to kill。
Jones never heard the cry of a cougar in the National Park； which strange circumstance； considering the great number of the animals there； he believed to be on account of the abundance of game。 But he had heard it when a boy in Illinois； and when a man all over the West； and the cry was always the same； weird and wild； like the scream of a terrified woman。 He did not understand the significance of the cry； unless it meant hunger； or the wailing mourn of a lioness for her murdered cubs。
The destructiveness of this savage species was murderous。 Jones came upon one old Tom's den； where there was a pile of nineteen elk； mostly yearlings。 Only five or six had been eaten。 Jones hunted this old fellow for months； and found that the lion killed on the average three animals a week。 The hounds got him up at length； and chased him to the Yellowstone River； which he swam at a point impassable for man or horse。 One of the dogs； a giant bloodhound named Jack； swam the swift channel； kept on after the lion； but never returned。 All cougars have their peculiar traits and habits； the same as other creatures； and all old Toms have strongly marked characteristics； but this one was the most destructive cougar Jones ever knew。
During Jones's short sojourn as warden in the park； he captured numerous cougars alive； and killed seventy…two。
CHAPTER 16。 KITTY
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