He was camped near the head of Green River, Wyoming.

One afternoon he found a couple of cougar kittens, and took them into camp; they were clumsy, playful, friendly little creatures.

The next afternoon he remained in camp with the cook.

Happening to look up suddenly he spied the mother cougar running noiselessly down on them, her eyes glaring and tail twitching.

Snatching up his rifle, he killed her when she was barely twenty yards distant.
A ranchman, named Trescott, who was at one time my neighbor, told me that while he was living on a sheep-farm in the Argentine, he found pumas very common, and killed many.