The dogs took the cold trail, and he had to run many miles over the rough, forest-clad mountains after them.

Finally they drove the cougar up a tree; where he found it, standing among the branches, in a half-erect position, its hind-feet on one limb and its fore-feet on another, while it glared down at the dogs, and switched its tail from side to side.

He shot it through both shoulders, and down it came in a heap, whereupon the dogs jumped in and worried it, for its fore-legs were useless, though it managed to catch one dog in its jaws and bite him severely.
A wholly exceptional instance of the kind was related to me by my old hunting friend Willis.

In his youth, in southwest Missouri, he knew a half-witted "poor white" who was very fond of hunting coons.

He hunted at night, armed with an axe, and accompanied by his dog Penny, a large, savage, half-starved cur.