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Fitzhugh, Percy Keese, 1876-1950

"Roy Blakely, Pathfinder"

I did that because it was getting late.
When I got up to the second branch I looked off to the west, but all I
could see was a little smoke curling up into the sky, and I wasn't sure
whether it was from our camp or from some house. The sun was going down
over that way and all the clouds were kind of red on the edges and the sky
looked dandy. At Temple Camp they'd be just about washing up for supper
then. I thought I could tell about where the road was, but I couldn't
decide about the camp and I was just going to shinny down and hit the
trail when I heard a kind of a sound like leaves rustling and then a funny
sort of growl, different from anything I had ever heard before. I looked
around and then I saw; coming through the woods, an animal with big spots
on it and a long tail. I guess it was almost as big as a tiger; anyway, it
was a good deal bigger than a wild cat. It was making a noise as if it was
grumbling to itself, then all of a sudden, it opened its mouth wide, as if
it was going to roar, but it didn't. It came almost up to the tree and
stood still and its tail hung on the ground and wriggled like a snake.


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