Hunting in Many Lands 



again give us the slip, when one of the young 

 dogs, that Zach in his excitement had ridden 

 over several minutes before and presumably 

 killed, was seen to dash out from a draw and 

 bowl over the coyote. His hold was not a 

 good one, but he succeeded in turning the 

 coyote, who then made a straight line for a 

 bunch of cattle grazing near, becoming tempo- 

 rarily unsighted among the cattle. The dogs 

 again fell behind, and when again sighted the 

 coyote was making a bee line for the ranch. 

 By the time the creek was reached, he was in 

 evident distress and sorely pressed. With a 

 final effort he dashed through the creek up the 

 opposite bank, and, as he dodged into the 

 open corral gate, one of the greyhounds 

 flicked the hair from his hind quarters. It 

 was his last effort. By the time we reached 

 the corral, he was being literally pulled to 

 pieces. We could not see that he made ad- 

 ditional wounds upon any of the dogs. In 

 the excitement of the finish of the chase I 

 had lost Maje, and it was only after the death 

 in the corral that I missed him. Going to the 

 adobe wall, I peered over and saw him some 

 distance away standing beside his horse. 

 Upon going back to him, we found that his 



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