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derful agility, its sinewy strength and speed, 

 and the terrible snap with which its jaws come 

 together, render it a most formidable assail 

 ant. Nothing can possibly exceed the gallan 

 try with which good greyhounds, when their 

 blood is up, fling themselves on a wolf or 

 any other foe. There does not exist, and 

 there never has existed on the wide earth, a 

 more perfect type of dauntless courage than 

 such a hound. Not Gushing when he steered 

 his little launch through the black night 

 against the great ram Albemarle, not Ouster 

 dashing into the valley of the Rosebud to die 

 with all his men, not Farragut himself lashed 

 in the rigging of the Hartford as she forged 

 past the forts to encounter her ironclad foe, 

 can stand as a more perfect type of dauntless 

 valor. 



Once I had the good fortune to witness a 

 very exciting hunt of this character among the 

 foothills of the northern Rockies. I was 

 staying at the house of a friendly cowman, 

 whom I will call Judge Yancy Stump. Judge 

 Yancy Stump was a Democrat who, as he 

 phrased it, had fought for his Democracy; 

 that is, he had been in the Confederate Army. 

 He was at daggers drawn with his nearest 

 neighbor, a cross-grained mountain farmer, 



