It was our first night at Bowman Lake, I think, that we heard a mountain-lion screaming.
When he got up and looked at his machine he says, 'How much is a mountain-lion skin worth?' ''
Calvin was relating a story of a mountain-lion he had once treed for an Eastern artist to photograph.
One night I distinctly heard the cry of a mountain-lion, or panther, several times.
Madeline feared he might have scented a mountain-lion or wildcat.
