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the foothills. His dog, I presume, from the 

 description given me, must have been a boar- 

 hound or Ulm dog. 



As I was very anxious to see a wolf-hunt 

 the Judge volunteered to get one up, and 

 asked old man Prindle to assist, for the sake 

 of his two big fighting dogs; though the very 

 names of the latter, General Grant and Old 

 Abe, were gall and wormwood to the unrecon- 

 structed soul of the Judge. Still they were 

 the only dogs anywhere around capable of 

 tackling a savage timber wolf, and without 

 their aid the Judge's own high-spirited ani- 

 mals ran a serious risk of injury, for they were 

 altogether too game to let any beast escape 

 without a struggle. 



Luck favored us. Two wolves had killed 

 a calf and dragged it into a long patch of 

 dense brush where there was a little spring, 

 the whole furnishing admirable cover for any 

 wild beast. Early in the morning we started 

 on horseback for this bit of cover, which was 

 some three miles off. The party consisted of 

 the Judge, old man Prindle, a cowboy, my- 

 self, and the dogs. The Judge and I carried 

 our rifles and the cowboy his revolver, but old 

 man Prindle had nothing but a heavy whip, 

 for he swore, with many oaths, that no one 



