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111 all directions, just looking for a woodchuck, 'coon 

 or a rabbit to make a meal of. We started on our 

 original course and in about thirty minutes we had 

 another trail, which was zigzagging around as bad as 

 a fox in a meadow hunting mice. These crooked trails 

 we did not want. We wanted to find the trail of 

 wolves that were traveling in a straight line in any- 

 one direction, for that was the trail to lead us to the 

 den, so we struck out again. About 2.30 P. M. we 

 struck a trail that looked better to me, as they were 

 traveling a little east of south and going as straight 

 as a bee would fly to his tree. We followed this trail 

 until after sundown, came to a small spring run and 

 decided to camp for the night by this run so as to have 

 water handy for supper and breakfast. We gathered 

 a pile of old chunks of wood for a fire, for at this 

 season of the year the nights are cool in the mountains. 

 After we got a good camp fire started we ate our sup- 

 per and we began to howl like a wolf and kept this 

 up at intervals of every twenty minutes until 10.30, 

 when we got two wolves to answer us. They were on 

 top of the mountain and northeast of us. In about 

 forty minutes they answered us again on the top of a 

 hill to the northwest and about a half mile away. 

 Next time they answered south of us, and clear at the 

 top of the mountain. We knew they were about in 

 the edge of the northeast corner of Bunker Hill farm. 

 Then we laid down by the camp fire and went to sleep. 

 We were up with the birds in the morning, ate our 

 breakfast and ready to start on the trail just as the 



