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Coyotes then held off. He had no gun, but he threw a rope 

 around the Antelope's neck and, being in need of meat, cut 

 its throat, and threw it into the wagon. 



In an article on "Coyote Partnership," Dr. George Bird 

 Grinnell, referring to the Coyote plan of running an Antelope 

 down by relay chasing, says:'" 



"Of course the Coyotes do not catch every Antelope they 

 start. Sometimes the game runs such a course that it does not 

 pass near any of the waiting Wolves, and only the one that 

 starts it has any running to do. In such a case the pursuit is 

 at once abandoned. Sometimes the Antelope is so stout 

 and strong that it tires out all its pursuers. * * * Two or 

 three years ago I camped one afternoon near Rock Creek, and 

 as there was very little feed we turned the horses loose at night 

 to pick among the sage brush and grease wood. Early in the 

 morning before sunrise, while the man with me was getting 

 breakfast, I started out to get the horses. They were nowhere 

 to be seen, and I climbed to the top of the hill back of camp, 

 from which, as it was the only high place anywhere about, I 

 felt sure that I could see the missing animals. Just before 

 I got to the top of the hill an old doe Antelope suddenly came 

 in view, closely followed by a Coyote. Both of them seemed 

 to be running as hard as they could, and both had their tongues 

 hanging out as if they had come a long way. Suddenly, almost 

 at the heels of the Antelope — much closer to her than the 

 other Wolf — appeared a second Coyote, which now took up 

 the running, while the one that had been chasing her stopped 

 and sat down and watched. The Antelope ran quite a long 

 distance, always bearing a little to the left, and now seeming to 

 run more slowly than when I first saw her. As she kept run- 

 ning, it was evident that she would either run around the hill 

 on which I stood or come back near it. At first I was so inter- 

 ested in watching her that I forgot to look at the Wolf that had 

 stopped near me. When I did so he was no longer at the place 

 where he had stopped, but was trotting over a little ridge 

 that ran down from the hill, and watching the chase that was 



'" Forest and Stream, February 6, 1897. 



