Tito 



family. In a warm little hollow, an old Badger 

 abode was cleaned out, enlarged, and deepened. 

 A quantity of leaves and grass was carried into 

 it and arranged in a comfortable nest. The 

 place selected for it was a dry, sunny nook 

 among the hills, half a mile west of- the Little 

 Missouri. Thirty yards from it was a ridge 

 which commanded a wide view of the grassy 

 slopes and Cottonwood groves by the river. 

 Men would have called the spot very beautiful, 

 but it is tolerably certain that that side of it 

 never touched the Coyotes at all. 



Tito began to be much preoccupied with her 

 impending duties. She stayed quietly in the 

 neighborhood of the den, and lived on such food 

 as Saddleback brought her, or she herself could 

 easily catch, and also on the little stores that 

 she had buried at other times. She knew every 

 Prairie-dog town in the region, as well as all the 

 best places for Mice and Rabbits. 



Not far from the den was the very Dog-town 

 that first she had crossed the day she had gained 

 her liberty and lost her tail. If she were capa- 

 ble of such retrospect, she must have laughed 

 to herself to think what a fool she was then. 



