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and unarmed negro。 General Hampton tells me that near his Mississippi
plantation; many years ago; a negro who was one of a gang engaged in
building a railroad through low and wet ground was waylaid and killed
by a cougar late one night as he was walking alone through the swamp。
I knew two men in Missoula who were once attacked by cougars in a very
curious manner。 It was in January; and they were walking home through
the snow after a hunt; each carrying on his back the saddle; haunches;
and hide of a deer he had slain。 Just at dusk; as they were passing
through a narrow ravine; the man in front heard his partner utter a
sudden loud call for help。 Turning; he was dumbfounded to see the man
lying on his face in the snow; with a cougar which had evidently just
knocked him down standing over him; grasping the deer meat; while
another cougar was galloping up to assist。 Swinging his rifle round he
shot the first one in the brain; and it dropped motionless; whereat
the second halted; wheeled; and bounded into the woods。 His companion
was not in the least hurt or even frightened; though greatly amazed。
The cougars were not full grown; but young of the year。
Now in this case I do not believe the beasts had any real intention of
attacking the men。 They were young animals; bold; stupid; and very
hungry。 The smell of the raw meat excited them beyond control; and
they probably could not make out clearly what the men were; as they
walked bent under their burdens; with the deer skins on their backs。
Evidently the cougars were only trying to get at the venison。
In 1886 a cougar killed an Indian near Flathead Lake。 Two Indians were
hunting together on horseback when they came on the cougar。 It fell at
once to their shots; and they dismounted and ran towards it。 Just as
they reached it it came to; and seized one; killing him instantly with
a couple of savage bites in the throat and chest; it then raced after
the other; and; as he sprung on his horse; struck him across the
buttocks; inflicting a deep but not dangerous scratch。 I saw this
survivor a year later。 He evinced great reluctance to talk of the
event; and insisted that the thing which had slain his companion was
not really a cougar at all; but a devil。
A she…cougar does not often attempt to avenge the loss of her young;
but sometimes she does。 A remarkable instance of the kind happened to
my friend; Professor John Bache McMaster; in 1875。 He was camped near
the head of Green River; Wyoming。 One afternoon he found a couple of
cougar kittens; and took them into camp; they were clumsy; playful;
friendly little creatures。 The next afternoon he remained in camp with
the cook。 Happening to look up suddenly he spied the mother cougar
running noiselessly down on them; her eyes glaring and tail twitching。
Snatching up his rifle; he killed her when she was barely twenty yards
distant。
A ranchman; named Trescott; who was at one time my neighbor; told me
that while he was living on a sheep…farm in the Argentine; he found
pumas very common; and killed many。 They were very destructive to
sheep and colts; but were singularly cowardly when dealing with men。
Not only did they never attack human beings; under any stress of
hunger; but they made no effective resistance when brought to bay;
merely scratching and cuffing like a big cat; so that if found in a
cave; it was safe to creep in and shoot them with a revolver。 Jaguars;
on the contrary; were very dangerous antagonists。
CHAPTER VI。
A PECCARY HUNT ON THE NUECES。
In the United States the peccary is only found in the southernmost
corner of Texas。 In April 1892; I made a flying visit to the ranch
country of this region; starting from the town of Uvalde with a Texan
friend; Mr。 John Moore。 My trip being very hurried; I had but a couple
of days to devote to hunting。
Our first halting…place was at a ranch on the Frio; a low; wooden
building; of many rooms; with open galleries between them; and
verandas round about。 The country was in some respects like; in others
strangely unlike; the northern plains with which I was so well
acquainted。 It was for the most part covered with a scattered growth
of tough; stunted mesquite trees; not dense enough to be called a
forest; and yet sufficiently close to cut off the view。 It was very
dry; even as compared with the northern plains。 The bed of the Frio
was filled with coarse gravel; and for the most part dry as a bone on
the surface; the water seeping through underneath; and only appearing
in occasional deep holes。 These deep holes or ponds never fail; even
after a year's drought; they were filled with fish。 One lay quite near
the ranch house; under a bold rocky bluff; at its edge grew giant
cypress trees。 In the hollows and by the watercourses were occasional
groves of pecans; live…oaks; and elms。 Strange birds hopped among the
bushes; the chaparral cocka big; handsome ground…cuckoo of
remarkable habits; much given to preying on small snakes and lizards
ran over the ground with extraordinary rapidity。 Beautiful swallow…
tailed king…birds with rosy plumage perched on the tops of the small
trees; and soared and flitted in graceful curves above them。
Blackbirds of many kinds scuttled in flocks about the corrals and
outbuildings around the ranches。 Mocking…birds abounded; and were very
noisy; singing almost all the daytime; but with their usual irritating
inequality of performance; wonderfully musical and powerful snatches
of song being interspersed with imitations of other bird notes and
disagreeable squalling。 Throughout the trip I did not hear one of them
utter the beautiful love song in which they sometimes indulge at
night。
The country was all under wire fence; unlike the northern regions; the
pastures however being sometimes many miles across。 When we reached
the Frio ranch a herd of a thousand cattle had just been gathered; and
two or three hundred beeves and young stock were being cut out to be
driven northward over the trail。 The cattle were worked in pens much
more than in the North; and on all the ranches there were chutes with
steering gates; by means of which individuals of a herd could be
dexterously shifted into various corrals。 The branding of the calves
was done ordinarily in one of these corrals and on foot; the calf
being always roped by both forelegs; otherwise the work of the
cowpunchers was much like that of their brothers in the North。 As a
whole; however; they were distinctly more proficient with the rope;
and at least half of them were Mexicans。
There were some bands of wild cattle living only in the densest timber
of the river bottoms which were literally as wild as deer; and
moreover very fierce and dangerous。 The pursuit of these was exciting
and hazardous in the extreme。 The men who took part in it showed not
only the utmost daring but the most consummate horsemanship and
wonderful skill in the use of the rope; the coil being hurled with the
force and precision of an iron quiot; a single man speedily
overtaking; roping; throwing; and binding down the fiercest steer or
bull。
There had been many peccaries; or; as the Mexicans and cowpunchers of
the border usually call them; javalinas; round this ranch a few years
before the date of my visit。 Until 1886; or thereabouts; these little
wild hogs were not much molested; and abounded in the dense chaparral
around the lower Rio Grande。 In that year; however; it was suddenly
discovered that their hides had a market value; being worth four bits
that is; half a dollarapiece; and many Mexicans and not a few
shiftless Texans went into the business of hunting them as a means of
livelihood。 They were more easily killed than deer; and; as a result;
they were speedily exterminated in many localities where they had
formerly been numerous; and even where they were left were to be found
only in greatly diminished numbers。 On this particular Frio ranch the
last little band had been killed nearly a year before。 There were
three of them; a boar and two sows; and a couple of the cowboys
stumbled on them early one morning while out with a dog。 After half a
mile's chase the three pe