Hunting In Many Lands 



bucking of horses, swearing of men, and snarl- 

 ing and growling of dogs. After a hasty 

 breakfast, eaten by lamplight, we were soon 

 mounted and in motion for the rendezvous. 

 We had hardly crossed the Platte River, near 

 which our camp was located, before the ad- 

 vance guard announced a wolf in full flight. 

 A glance through my field-glasses convinced 

 me that it was an impudent coyote, and we 

 continued our search. We had probably rid- 

 den an hour through sand and cactus before 

 one of the hunters had a wolf up and going. 



McDougall had selected Black Sam, a cross 

 between a deerhound and a greyhound, as his 

 first representative, and he was accordingly in 

 the slips with a magnificent -looking barzoi 

 representing Mr. Hacke. Porter, from Salt 

 Lake, the slipper and an old-time hunter, had 

 all he could do to hold them until the word to 

 slip was given. They went away from the 

 slips in great style, the barzoi getting a few 

 feet the best of it; but in the lead up to 

 the wolf the cross-breed made a go-by, and, 

 overtaking the flying wolf, unhesitatingly 

 seized and turned it. Before it could straight- 

 en out for another run, the barzoi was upon it, 

 and unfortunately took a hind hold, which it 



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