Old Times in the Black Hills 
buffalo-robe, and was soon fast asleep: only 
to be awakened in a few hours by the nasty 
yelping of the wretched coyotes. Though 
there were probably less than a half-dozen of 
them, it sounded as though the whole canine 
race was present. I did not dare make a fire 
large enough to run them off. When I had 
finally come to the conclusion that the best 
thing I could do was to grin and bear it, the 
shrill cry of a mountain-lion aroused the dogs 
and also put to flight the coyotes, and I spent 
the remainder of the night in comparative 
peace and quietness. 
Kentuck’s cold nose coming in contact with 
my neck, in his efforts to share my robe, 
aroused me about daylight; and, not waiting 
for an extensive toilet and dainty breakfast, 
I broke camp and set out for home. Ten 
o'clock found me crossing Slate Creek, a few 
miles from the stockade. Looking down the 
creek, I saw a doe feeding at the mouth of 
a small gulch several hundred yards away, 
and quickly led “Coffee” and the dogs out 
of sight, with the intention of stalking her, 
forgetting at the moment the condition of 
my rifle. Just then I saw her start, look 
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