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Title: The hunter and the trapper in North America ; or, Romantic adventures in field and forest. From the French of Bénédict Révoil
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Révoil, Bénédict Henry, 1816-1882 Adams, W. H. Davenport (William Henry Davenport), 1828-1891
Subjects: Hunting Game and game-birds
Publisher: London, New York : T. Nelson and Sons
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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Unfortunately, all were at such great distancesthat it was impossible to aim with any chance of success. Already I had begun to fear that the whole herd wouldescape us, when, at fifteen paces in front of me, I saw amagnificent bison, dragging along one of his legs withgreat difficulty. I waited, while sighting my gun, untilhe had approached much nearer, when a splendid pantherbounded into the arena in evident pursuit of the bison.I do not know a more graceful animal than this memberof the New World Felidce ; with her head erect, and her 390 PANTHER AND BISON. eyes sliining, she sprang forward, roaring loudly, at eachleap drawing closer to the bison, which endeavoured tolimp out of so dangerous a neighbourhood. How admir-able a spectacle for us hunters was presented by these twonoble heads, whose life was almost in our hands, and, atall events, depended entirely upon our skill! I wasabout to fire upon the panther, when the carnivorousanimal made a prodigious spring, and jumped upon the
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he made a prodigious spring upon the bisons back. bisons back. Both rolled to the ground, the bison huggedin so tight an embrace that he could not release himselffrom his enemys claws. The panther licked her blood-stained lips, and drew tighter and tighter the living coilwhich paralyzed the bisons strength. At length thelatter let his head fall back heavily on the ground, hislimbs grew stiff, and he remained motionless. ON BOARD THE STEAM-BOAT. 391 Now was the moment to fire; a seconds delay, andone or other of my comrades would discharge his rifleunder my very nose. Without issuing from my hiding-place, just as the panther turned her head in my directionI took aim, and fired. Through a cloud of smoke I sawher leap several feet, and fall to the ground in convulsionswhich showed that she had received a mortal wound.Mr. Mead, with one of his baiTels, terminated her agoniesand her frightful howlings. She was the finest animal I had ever killed. I leavethe reader to imagine with how much

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