Identifier: stnicholasserial4721dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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themselves in a narrow glade fullof withered grass, which widened out to thevery edge of the marsh. At that moment Tilgarda held up his handwarningly. Far ahead they saw some largeanimal moving through the tawny herbage. Solithe and silent and cautious was its everymovement that it seemed to drift forward likea yellow wisp of smoke. Through his field-glasses, in the dim light, Jud made it out tobe a mountain lion. Once it turned and lookedback, but they were in the shadow, and eventhe fierce, pale, gooseberry-green eyes did notsee them. It was evident that the great catwas hunting something. At the very end ofthe glade he crouched with every muscletense, head laid between his extended forepaws, while his long lithe tail swayed at theend with a gentle, waving motion. It was a far shot in the uncertain light, butJud suddenly raised his rifle to his shoulder.He knew that, once in the bog, the chanceswere that the animal would scent them as theyapproached and would disappear like a shadow
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898 BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTH; OR, THE BLUE PEARL in the long grass. Gradually the tail stiffened,until only the tip moved back and forth. Everymuscle of the cougar was taut and tense as itcrouched lower and lower. When the tailstopped moving, the spring would come. Judwaited until, in the wavering light, he had hissight clear and fair just above the fore shoul-der, believing that the distance would drag thebullet down far enough to make the fatalshoulder-shot. Just as the tail stopped mov-ing, he squeezed the trigger. The shot and the spring came almost at thesame instant. Like a tawny streak the greatbeast left the ground just as the whirling,pointed, steel-jacketed bullet pierced his foreshoulder and cut directly through its heart.There sounded a wailing, snarling shriek, fol-lowed by a shout for help. That s Will! exclaimed Fred, sprintinglike a race-horse down the canon, with Joe athis heels, and Jud hurrying after. At the edge of the marsh, deep in thesphagnum moss and a tangle of

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