Hunting in Many Lands 



corrupt flesh, bones, hair, old boots and sad- 

 dles, and many remarkable gastronomic per- 

 formances are credited to him. I had occasion 

 to "sleep out" one night in the Powder River 

 country, and, after picketing my horse, I threw 

 my saddle upon the ground near the picket 

 pin, and, placing my cartridge belt beneath the 

 saddle — which I used as a pillow — I was soon 

 sound asleep. Imagine my surprise at day- 

 break — knowing there was not a human being 

 within fifty miles of me — to find that my car- 

 tridge belt was missing. After a short search 

 I found the cartridges some few hundred yards 

 away, and a few remnants of the belt. The 

 coyotes had actually stolen this from under 

 my head without disturbing me, devoured it 

 and licked all the grease from the cartridges. 

 I felt thankful that they had not devoured my 

 rawhide riata. 



Of all animals that I have hunted, I con- 

 sider the wolf the hardest to capture or kill. 

 There is only one way in which he can be suc- 

 cessfully coped with, and that is with a pack of 

 dogs trained to the purpose and thoroughly 

 understanding their business. Dogs, as a 

 rule, have sufficient combativeness to assail 

 any animal, and, as a general thing, two or 



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