Behind Iron Bars 



I often take in my hand and feel at 

 home with it. 



One of these coyotes looks as if he 

 might be quite amenable to human 

 influences, and would not resent human 

 companionship. I have no doubt he 

 has killed more than one innocent lamb 

 out on the range, for I know his taste 

 for that form of food. But he is an 

 amiable-looking rascal and socially in- 

 clined. Moreover, he has the springi- 

 est, easiest, steadiest, most alluring 

 trot I ever saw. I have certainly seen 

 that self-same coyote once before. I 

 can't just remember when or where; 

 but he was jogging down a long, long, 

 lonely trail, headed for the eternal 

 hills where skies were blue and the air 

 was as wine, and the world was spread 

 before me in all its unspoiled glory! 



Talk about "ruminating!" The 

 most inveterate "chewers" I know are 

 the bulls, cows, yearlings and two-year- 

 olds comprising the buffalo herd. Too 

 bad the carnivorous crowd have no 

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