lost in the dense jungle. I marked the spot in my mind and went on, after a final mad rush through tangled vines and under brush we stopped again to listen but the old hound refused to bark again. I knew that we were near him so told the kid to be perfectly quiet. We sat for nearly five minutes before I heard a howling and a restless movement in the leaves not more than fifty feet to my left. We parted the vines and brush for a few paces in that direction and discovered the old red coeled hound with sparkling eyes directed toward the dense vines and branches above. He was so excited about the something above that he wouldn't allow me to touch him. I looked about and searched the trees and vines from every angle but could see nothing. Then I walked over to a open space and at first glance saw- a raccoon like animal with a long dark tail on a limb directly above the vines. Immediately he turned a face, so characteristic of its white