Identifier: westernfield61905olym (find matches)
Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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Why had hisnose, his strongest guardian on a night likethis, gone back on him at the very timewhen he needed it most? And far over thehill the man heard him with ears attunedthrough days of expectant waiting for thatvery cry, heard him and at first thought toleave him until morning. Then, as the catscries grew no less, and because they kept THE PACIFIC COAST MAGAZINE 43 his autograph on the scroll of the storm-swept heavens and filling the very air withthe awful voice of his anger. But the manwent on and on, over the trail that was soplain to him by night or by day, until atlast he stood before the tangled lion, stoodlong and looked at the work of his hand,without thought of the suffering beast towhom was not given to know aught of theWhy or Wherefore, only the bare fact thathe was face to face with his death. Then, because he was not a coward andknew not the dread of the End that wouldhave overlaid the heart of the man in such LONG TIME THEY STOODTHERE, STARING STEADILYAT EACH OTHER.
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him from sleeping, he rose and went outupon the trail, rifle over shoulder, and re-volver at belt, to take toll of the wild onehe had in his power. And as he went thewinds seemed to wail louder, the very pinesalong the ridges moaned their mourningfor the one whose end seemed to be delayedbut a moment. And, then, breaking fromhorizon to horizon, came the lightning fol-lowed by roar on roar of thunder. The Godof the Wild was abroad that night, writing 44 WESTERN FIELD a place, only fire and fierce hate of his ene-my glowed from the eyes of the cat. Nothis the spirit to ask mercy from the one towhom he would have shown none; nor yethis to quail before things to come of whichhe had no way of knowing, whatever theymight be. Long time they stood there, star-ing steadily at each other until a sort of halfadmiration for the dumb brute crept intothe mans heart. But he was of the sortthat kills because the power lies within theirhand and he raised the rifle level with thebrown shadow just betwe

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