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and game wardens hate him is natural. The loss 

 of bird-life in the ten-mile range of a pair of 

 hunting coyotes must be fearful, and when the 

 ranges overlap, as usually they do, with two pairs 

 or three pairs of the keen, hungry brutes quarter- 

 ing the territory, nothing but the nests out of 

 reach in the trees can possibly escape. In the 

 story of " The Coyote of Pelican Point " I have 

 given an account of an exceptionally troublesome 

 creature that preyed upon the bird colonies of 

 Tule Lake southeast of the Klamath Lake Reser- 

 vation, threatening the annihilation of the birds 

 nesting in the grass about the shore and on the 

 low lava rocks of a point that ran into the lake. 

 The story is a story, the actual end of the creature 

 not being as there recorded, but the havoc he 

 wrought, and the difficulty experienced in trying 

 to kill him, his cunning and craft when traps were 

 set for him, and dogs sent after him, are in no 

 wise colored, the facts having been given me as 

 there put down. This fellow lay in the lap of 

 luxury, the abundant wading birds of the lake, 

 such as stilts and killdeer, and those swimmers, 

 like the ducks and geese, that build in the mar- 

 ginal grass, being his easy prey; the gulls and 



