Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Three: The Adventure of the Cavern in Whiteside Mountain >> Page 208

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 208 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
savage speech; not a cry of terror, but a yell, as it were, of exultation
that of the panther himself astride the bosom of his prey, and lapping the
first blood as it oozed out from beneath his talons.
The bear recoiled, as well she might, under the instincts of her
terror recoiled suddenly, and, wheeling about, as if to make again for
her cavern, lost her footing and went over the precipice, down, down,
over the sheer descent, a thousand feet into the gulf below.
"How she eased off." was the cool exclamation of the "Cub," as he
looked over the boulder, and now prepared to cross it.
He did so with caution, and in safety.
The rest of his work was easy. He penetrated the cavern, and found
a jolly pair of fat cubs awaiting him. They pawed him pleasantly; fawned
upon him, and got between and hugged his legs, little anticipating the
short, sharp work which he meditated upon them. In five minutes, he
had drawn the edge of his couteau de Chasse over both their throats; had
borne them out of the cavern, to the edge of the precipice, and tumbled
them over into near neighborhood with their dam!