Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1902-10-09

possible to distinguish what they were
saying, because of the yells which
were rising apparently between me aud
them. These did not alarm me much
| for the creature seemed like wild
| cat, reckless, but not dangerous,
might prowler. So on walked toward
the rear of the train
Approaching the trainmen, I
heard them shout: Look out for the
jaguar, Powers!'
"Now, no wild creature is more dan
gerous by night to man than jaguar.
I halted and stared. I could now see
the glaring eyes of the fierce brute as
he paved the lifeless pig. Those eyes
followed me with such hostile intent
that I fastened back to the cab for
the fireman and my Winchester.
"Of course, one of US had to stay
with the engine, so left my fireman
in charge and returned alone, with
torch in hand and rifle ready. The
trainmen came towards me from
around the rear of the train. They
told me that the jaguar must have
been crouching on the overspreading
limb, and having heard the squeals of
the pig, must have leaped recklessly
into the passing train for his prey.
The trainmen had discovered him
when they started to answer my sig
nal of BRAKES off, The brute held
them at bay. They were in the rear
car, the jaguar was in the next one,
or1 %hox onn1I 0% fho froi v,
to release the brakes. The IS loaded
cars, most of them having tight ensd
brakes had stopped No. 13 on the il
cline.
81 must either give up hope of get.
ting to the port I'm time for loading
the Breakwa ter, or else must kill OF
drive away the jaguar. The fire of his
eyes was intensified by the Pickering
light of the torch. It was not pleas.
ant grimace when the brute suggest
lively wiped his lips and tongue with
those huge paws.
'The engine gave sudden lurch.
My fireman must have been .meddling,
His tail dashed. Handing the torch to
man, raised my Winchester. The
beast glared ferociously, and meas
ured with his eye the distance to the
ground. Some of the men ran. As
the animal seemed about to jump,
took hasty aim and pulled the trig-
ger. Apparently the jaguar was I'M
harmed, but he had changed his opin-
ion about the jump and calmly trotted
along the tops of the bananas toward
the engine. I aimed at him a gain and
pulled the trigger. Then remem-
bered that the only cartridge in the
Winchester was the one I had fired.
81 shouted to the fireman. but before
I could make him understand the cow
ardly fellow jumped from the cal and
scampered into the forest. Luckily,
there was no other jaguar awaiting
him.
81 went toward the cab, expecting
to find the jaguar in possession, and
determined to club him out with the
butt of my gun; but he was not in the
cab. blew brakes off, and casually
looked around. On the floor of the
tender, among the wood and casks of
water, stretched out at full length and
apparently crouching for spring, ]
saw the jaguar. jumped from the
engine. The thought of the fireman's
cowardice did not amuse me. AS fast
as possible I ran toward the rear of
the train.
"Ten O'Clock was approaching. The
ship could not receive her fruit unless
we started Immediately. In my ha ste
I had left the rifle in the cab; now I
took a crowbar which one of the
brakemen handed me. But the plan
from which hoped most was his sug-
gestion that I should climb upon
the engine from the front of the
cab, and then reach in to open the
steam valve on the chance that the
escape of the kissing steam would
brighten the brute to the point of
leaping from the train.
81 opened the valve - the jaguar
never moved.
81 then reached heavy iron wrench
and threw it at the beast with all my
strength. It struck him upon the head,
but he did not stir. I was startled.
Climbing to the fancied security of the
top of the cab, I poked him with a
long-handled rod; but I could see no
sign of life.
"After close watch, I descended
to the floor of the cab and opened the
furnace door to have more light. The
iaguar was dead. There was a hole
through his head caused by the lucky
shot from my Winchester. He had
walked to the tender in a daze and
died there.
81 blew the whistle vigorously. 1t
was a welcome sound to the ira inmen.
The brakes were speedily released.
The fireman came scrambling back;
I opened the throttle, and slowly the
train went up the incline toward Porto
Cortez.
cat little after ten o'clock that
night the whist Ting of No. 10, approach
ing with her load of bananas, sum-
moned the crew of the Breakwater,
whose captain congratulated the of.
ficials Of theHonduras railroad on the
remarkable expedition of their fruit