Wolf-Coursing 



knew they had again sighted. A hard ride of 

 two miles, in which the dogs almost dragged 

 me from my horse in their eagerness, brought 

 me within sighting distance of the dogs — the 

 voice of the foxhound, which was in the rear, 

 floating back to me in strong and melodious 

 tones across the plains. Slipping Dan and 

 Scotty, they went from the slips like a pair 

 of bullets and soon left me far behind. Upon 

 rounding a point of rocks, I saw one of the 

 young dogs lying upon the ground. A hasty 

 glance showed me, from the violent manner in 

 which he strained to catch his breath, that he 

 had tackled the wolf and his windpipe was 

 injured. It afterward developed that he had 

 become separated from the pack, and, in cut- 

 ting across country, had imprudently taken 

 hold of the wolf, which, with one snap of his 

 powerful jaws, had utterly disabled him, and 

 then continued his flight. Like most wolves, 

 he seemed to be able to keep up the pace he 

 had set over all kinds of ground. It seemed 

 to him a matter of indifference whether the 

 way was up or down hill, and he evidently 

 sought the roughest and stoniest ground, fol- 

 lowing ravines and coulees — this giving him 

 a great advantage over horses and hounds. 



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