WATER TRAILS OF THE CERISO 



long passages steer by the pinnacles of the 

 sky-line, going with head cocked to one 

 side to keep to the left or right of such and 

 such a promontory. 



I have trailed a coyote often, going across 

 country, perhaps to where some slant- 

 winged scavenger hanging in the air sig- 

 naled prospect of a dinner, and found his 

 track such as a man, a very intelligent man 

 accustomed to a hill country, and a little 

 cautious, would make to the same point. 

 Here a detour to avoid a stretch of too 

 little cover, there a pause on the rim of a 

 gully to pick the better way, and it is usu- 

 ally the best way, and making his point 

 with the greatest economy of effort. Since 

 the time of Seyavi the deer have shifted 

 their feeding ground across the valley at 

 the beginning of deep snows, by way of the 

 Black Rock, fording the river at Charley's 



