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other sounds. So the Coyote, no matter how 

 brought up, must vibrate at the night song of 

 the Plains, for it touches something in himself. 

 They sing it after sundown, when it becomes 

 the rallying-cry of their race and the friendly 

 call to a neighbor ; and they sing it as one boy 

 in the woods holloas to another to say, " All's 

 well ! Here am I. Where are you? " A form 

 of it they sing to the rising moon, for this is the 

 time for good hunting to begin. They sing 

 when they see the new camp-fire, for the same 

 reason that a Dog barks at a stranger. Yet 

 another weird chant they have for the dawning 

 before they steal quietly away from the offing 

 of the camp — a wild, weird, squalling refrain: 



Wow- wow- wow-wow-wow- w-o-o-o-o-o-o-w, 



again and again ; and doubtless with many an- 

 other change that man cannot distinguish any 

 more than the Coyote can distinguish the words 

 in the cow-boy's anathemas. 



Tito instinctively uttered her music at the 

 proper times. But sad experiences had taught 

 her to cut it short and keep it low. Once or 



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