The Range 



white. They re liable to stampede off the range, or 

 chase you into the canon.&quot; 



I replied grimly that, as it was certain something 

 was going to happen, the particular circumstance 

 might as well come off quickly. 



We rode over the rolling plain with a cool, brac 

 ing breeze in our faces. The sky was dull and 

 mottled with a beautiful cloud effect that presaged 

 wind. As we trotted along Jones pointed out to me 

 and descanted upon the nutritive value of three dif 

 ferent kinds of grass, one of which he called the 

 Buffalo Pea, noteworthy for a beautiful blue blossom. 

 Soon we passed out of sight of the cabin, and could 

 see only the billowy plain, the red tips of the stony 

 wall, and the black-fringed crest of Buckskin. After 

 riding a while we made out some cattle, a few of 

 which were on the range, browsing in the lee of a 

 ridge. No sooner had I marked them than Jones 

 let out another Comanche yell. 



&quot; Wolf! &quot; he yelled; and spurring his big bay, he 

 was off like the wind. 



A single glance showed me several cows running 

 as if bewildered, and near them a big white wolf 

 pulling down a calf. Another white wolf stood not 

 far off. My horse jumped as if he had been shot; 

 and the realization darted upon me that here was 

 where the certain something began. Spot the mus- 



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