A BELATED CATAMOUNT.
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has been through the " fiery tribulation," as the doctor says ; think it ought to be " done brown," any how, by the time it has passed through Teddy's hands.
The doctor wants to know of Teddy if this isn't that famous country the Irishman tells of, where roasted pigs run about with a fork in their backs, squealing, " Come, eat me !"
" Faith ! darlin', I wish it was a juicy pig, with a paratie in its mouth, in place of these long-legged crathurs ; it would be a swate cunthry for Irishmin."
The air is still tainted by the smell of yesterday's fire ; indeed, the odor of burned meat and singed hair has been clearly distinguishable all day. That was a mighty barbacue yesterday! Nations could have feasted at it.
This country seems pretty well watered. We have passed one stream to-day, and are now camped on another small one.
February 3.—Started early. The country a slight improvement upon yesterday. Saw an unusual number of antelopes; two bears were seen.    Wickliffe shot at one of them, but it escaped.
We have camped on the south fork of the Canadian at last; but it is very high up, and the stream, though bold, is narrow. Timber very heavy here, and seems to be so on the other side.
We have a perfect caterwauling serenade to-night. There seems to be an unusual number of the feline tribe in this bottom.
The very Old Harry seemed to have been among the cats last night, stirring them up with a forty-foot pole—such a squalling as they kept up !
One of the sleek-skinned gentry was caught belated this morning. I saw it sneaking down the trunk of a tree, about twenty steps from where I was lying, when I awoke, just after daybreak. I let drive at the gentleman and tumbled him off; and such a yelling, kicking, and sniffing as he made of it, before giving up the ghost, I have not heard lately. It was what the hunters call a catamount, and is, apparently, a cross between the ocelot and wild
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