This dreaded animal, the panther or painter of the backwoodsman, which has

for its kindred the royal tiger and the fatal leopard of the Old World, the

beautiful ocelot and splendid unconquerable jaguar of the New, is now rarely

found in the Atlantic States or the fastnesses of the Alleghanies. It too

has crossed the Mississippi and is probably now best known as the savage

puma of more southern zones. But a hundred years ago it abounded throughout

the Western wilderness, making its deeper dens in the caverns of mountain

rocks, its lair in the impenetrable thickets of bramble and brakes of cane,

or close to miry swamps and watery everglades; and no other region was so

loved by it as the vast game park of the Indians, where reined a

semi-tropical splendour and luxuriance of vegetation and where, protected

from time immemorial by the Indian hunters themselves, all the other animals

thatconstitute its prey roved and ranged in unimaginable numbers. To the

earliest Kentuckians who cut their way into this, the most royal jungle of

the New World, to wrest it from the Indians and subdue it for wife and

child, it was the noiseless nocturnal cougar that filled their imaginations

with the last degree of dread. To them its cry--most peculiar and startling

at the love season, at other times described as like the wail of a child or

of a traveller lost in the woods--aroused more terror than the nearest bark

of the wolf; its stealth and cunning more than the strength and courage and

address of the bear; its attack more than the rush of the majestic,

resistless bison, or the furious pass with antlers lowered of the noble,

ambereyed, infuriated elk. Hidden as still as an adder in long grass of its

own hue, or squat on a log, or amid the foliage of a sloping tree, it waited

around the salt licks and the springs and along the woodland pathways for

the other wild creatures. It possessed the strength to kill and drag a

heifer to its lair; it would leap upon the horse of a traveller and hang

there unshaken, while with fang and claw it lacerated the hind quarters and

the flanks--as the tiger of India tries to hamstring its nobler,

unmanageable victims; or let an unwary bullock but sink a little way in a

swamp and it was upon him, rending him, devouring him, in his long agony.

Some hunter once had encamped at the foot of a tree, cooked his supper, seen

his fire die out and lain down to sleep, with only the infinite solitude of

the woods for his blanket, with the dreary, dismal silence for his pillow.

Opening his eyes to look up for the last time at the peaceful stars, what he

perceived above him were two nearer stars set close together, burning with a

green light, never twinkling. Or another was startled out of sleep by the

terrible cry of his tethered horse. Or after a long, ominous growl, the

cougar had sprung against his tent, knocking it away as a squirrel would

knock the thin shell from a nut to reach the kernel; or at the edge of the

thicket of tall grass he had struck his foot against the skeleton of some

unknown hunter, dragged down long before.




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