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12225	Grey, Zane	Tales of lonely trails			.txt	text/plain	131152	10341	93	JONES AND EMETT PACKING LION ON HORSE those who love horses and dogs, the long winding dim trails, the wild Mountains began to loom, and we saw the dark green slopes of spruce, long burned slope we came to the White River trail, and followed it up like Don of my old lion-hunting days, slipped us, and was not missed "Hounds running wild," he yelled, and the dark shadows of the cedars the first time I ever saw a lion jump a deer right under my nose!" "Shore it'll stop snowin' soon," said Jim. The falling snow had thinned out and looked like flying powder; the rim, and a quarter of a mile from camp we crossed a lion trail running climb back to the rim, and I followed Jim. Why the lions ran in that particular direction was clear to me when [Illustration: JONES AND EMETT PACKING LION ON HORSE]	./cache/12225.txt	./txt/12225.txt