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During Jones's short sojourn as warden in the park； he captured numerous cougars alive； and killed seventy…two。
CHAPTER 16。 KITTY
It seemed my eyelids had scarcely touched when Jones's exasperating； yet stimulating； yell aroused me。 Day was breaking。 The moon and stars shone with wan luster。 A white； snowy frost silvered the forest。 Old Moze had curled close beside me； and now he gazed at me reproachfully and shivered。 Lawson came hustling in with the horses。 Jim busied himself around the campfire。 My fingers nearly froze while I saddled my horse。
At five o'clock we were trotting up the slope of Buckskin； bound for the section of ruined rim wall where we had encountered the convention of cougars。 Hoping to save time； we took a short cut； and were soon crossing deep ravines。
The sunrise coloring the purple curtain of cloud over the canyon was too much for me； and I lagged on a high ridge to watch it； thus falling behind my more practical companions。 A far…off 〃Waa…hoo！〃 brought me to a realization of the day's stern duty and I hurried Satan forward on the trail。
I came suddenly upon our leader； leading his horse through the scrub pinyon on the edge of the canyon； and I knew at once something had happened； for he was closely scrutinizing the ground。
〃I declare this beats me all hollow！〃 began Jones。 〃We might be hunting rabbits instead of the wildest animals on the continent。 We jumped a bunch of lions in this clump of pinyon。 There must have been at least four。 I thought first we'd run upon an old lioness with cubs； but all the trails were made by full…grown lions。 Moze took one north along the rim； same as the other day； but the lion got away quick。 Frank saw one lion。 Wallace is following Sounder down into the first hollow。 Jim has gone over the rim wall after Don。 There you are！ Four lions playing tag in broad daylight on top of this wall！ I'm inclined to believe Clarke didn't exaggerate。 But confound the luck！ the hounds have split again。 They're doing their best； of course； and it's up to us to stay with them。 I'm afraid we'll lose some of them。 Hello！ I hear a signal。 That's from Wallace。 Waa…hoo！ Waa…hoo！ There he is； coming out of the hollow。〃
The tall Californian reached us presently with Sounder beside him。 He reported that the hound had chased a lion into an impassable break。 We then joined Frank on a jutting crag of the canyon wall。
〃Waa…hoo！〃 yelled Jones。 There was no answer except the echo； and it rolled up out of the chasm with strange； hollow mockery。
〃Don took a cougar down this slide；〃 said Frank。 〃I saw the brute； an' Don was makin' him hump。 Aha！ There！ Listen to thet！〃
From the green and yellow depths soared the faint yelp of a hound。
〃That's Don！ that's Don！〃 cried Jones。 〃He's hot on something。 Where's Sounder？ Hyar； Sounder！ By George！ there he goes down the slide。 Hear him！ He's opened up！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃
The deep； full mellow bay of the hound came ringing on the clear air。
〃Wallace； you go down。 Frank and I will climb out on that pointed crag。 Grey； you stay here。 Then we'll have the slide between us。 Listen and watch！〃
From my promontory I watched Wallace go down with his gigantic strides； sending the rocks rolling and cracking； and then I saw Jones and Frank crawl out to the end of a crumbling ruin of yellow wall which threatened to go splintering and thundering down into the abyss。
I thought； as I listened to the penetrating voice of the hound； that nowhere on earth could there be a grander scene for wild action； wild life。 My position afforded a commanding view over a hundred miles of the noblest and most sublime work of nature。 The rim wall where I stood sheered down a thousand feet； to meet a long wooded slope which cut abruptly off into another giant precipice； a second long slope descended； and jumped off into what seemed the grave of the world。 Most striking in that vast void were the long； irregular points of rim wall； protruding into the Grand Canyon。 From Point Sublime to the Pink Cliffs of Utah there were twelve of these colossal capes； miles apart； some sharp； some round； some blunt； all rugged and bold。 The great chasm in the middle was full of purple smoke。 It seemed a mighty sepulcher from which misty fumes rolled upward。 The turrets； mesas； domes； parapets and escarpments of yellow and red rock gave the appearance of an architectural work of giant hands。 The wonderful river of silt； the blood…red； mystic and sullen Rio Colorado； lay hidden except in one place far away； where it glimmered wanly。 Thousands of colors were blended before my rapt gaze。 Yellow predominated； as the walls and crags lorded it over the lower cliffs and tables； red glared in the sunlight； green softened these two； and then purple and violet； gray； blue and the darker hues shaded away into dim and distinct obscurity。
Excited yells from my companions on the other crag recalled me to the living aspect of the scene。 Jones was leaning far down in a niche； at seeming great hazard of life； yelling with all the power of his strong lungs。 Frank stood still farther out on a cracked point that made me tremble； and his yell reenforced Jones's。 From far below rolled up a chorus of thrilling bays and yelps； and Jim's call； faint； but distinct on that wonderfully thin air； with its unmistakable note of warning。
Then on the slide I saw a lion headed for the rim wall and climbing fast。 I added my exultant cry to the medley； and I stretched my arms wide to that illimitable void and gloried in a moment full to the brim of the tingling joy of existence。 I did not consider how painful it must have been to the toiling lion。 It was only the spell of wild environment； of perilous yellow crags； of thin； dry air； of voice of man and dog； of the stinging expectation of sharp action； of life。
I watched the lion growing bigger and bigger。 I saw Don and Sounder run from the pinyon into the open slide； and heard their impetuous burst of wild yelps as they saw their game。 Then Jones's clarion yell made me bound for my horse。 I reached him； was about to mount； when Moze came trotting toward me。 I caught the old gladiator。 When he heard the chorus from below； he plunged like a mad bull。 With both arms round him I held on。 I vowed never to let him get down that slide。 He howled and tore； but I held on。 My big black horse with ears laid back stood like a rock。
I heard the pattering of little sliding rocks below； stealthy padded footsteps and hard panting breaths； almost like coughs； then the lion passed out of the slide not twenty feet away。 He saw us； and sprang into the pinyon scrub with the leap of a scared deer。
Samson himself could no longer have held Moze。 Away he darted with his sharp； angry bark。 I flung myself upon Satan and rode out to see Jones ahead and Frank flashing through the green on the white horse。
At the end of the pinyon thicket Satan overhauled Jones's bay； and we entered the open forest together。 We saw Frank glinting across the dark pines。
〃Hi！ Hi！〃 yelled the Colonel。
No need was there to whip or spur those magnificent horses。 They were fresh； the course was open； and smooth as a racetrack； and the impelling chorus of the hounds was in full blast。 I gave Satan a loose rein； and he stayed neck and neck with the bay。 There was not a log； nor a stone； nor a gully。 The hollows grew wider and shallower as we raced along； and presently disappeared altogether。 The lion was running straight from the canyon； and the certainty that he must sooner or later take to a tree； brought from me a yell of irresistible wild joy。
〃Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃 answered Jones。
The whipping wind with its pine…scented fragrance； warm as the breath of summer； was intoxicating as wine。 The huge pines； too kingly for close communion with their kind； made wide arches under which the horses stretched out long and low； with supple； springy； powerful strides。 Frank's yell rang clear as a bell。 We saw him curve to the right； and took his yell as a signal for us to cut across。 Then we began to close in on him； and to hear more distinctly the baying of the hounds。
〃Hi！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃 bawled Jones； and his great trumpet voice rolled down the forest glades。
〃Hi！ Hi！ Hi！ Hi！〃 I screeched； in wild recog