National Geographic : 1942 Apr
A true experience of PAUL C. HAMPTON, Los Angeles, Calif. "WE HAD BEEN HUNTING all day in the wilds of the Davis Mountains in West Texas," writes Mr. Hampton. "We pitched camp under a ledge on a high, steep slope. I de cided to sleep on top of the ledge, and was almost dead to the world when I heard some thing that made my hair stand on end. "IT WAS AN OMINOUS roar far up the mountain side-and it brought me out of my blan kets like a shot. I grabbed my flashlight and threw its beam up the slope. There in the light I saw a huge boulder smash ing down towards me, ripping through shrubs and brush as it gathered momentum. "Mention the Geographic-It identifies you."