It was a lynx kitten, partly grown, like the cub, but not so large.
Once, the cub sprang in and sank his teeth into the hind leg of the lynx.
First for the tail of my lynx, and then a bee-line for the camp.
The lynx was uppermost, and she made a vicious snap at the boy's face.
With the disappearance of rabbits, the fox and lynx had also disappeared.
Then he saw the lynx gather his muscles for the final, fatal rush.
To him, the lynx was obviously a huge and particularly savage cat.
He had often shot a lynx, and once or twice he had shot a wolverine.
The lynx in the picture is in the act of springing upon a timid hare.
He did not believe that the lynx would attack him, at least while food was abundant.