Tito 



hills ; not fifteen yards away from her little one 

 that he meant to tear, they tore him all to bits. 



And Tito lifted the rescued young one, and 

 travelling as slowly as she wished, they reached 

 the new-made den. There the family safely 

 reunited, far away from danger of further at- 

 tack by Wolver Jake or his kind. 



And there they lived in peace till their mother 

 had finished their training, and every one of 

 them grew up wise in the ancient learning of 

 the plains, wise in the later wisdom that the 

 ranchers' war has forced upon them, and not. 

 only they, but their children's children, too. 



The Buffalo herds have gone ; they have suc- 

 cumbed to the rifles of the hunters. The Ante- 

 lope droves are nearly gone ; Hound and lead 

 were too much for them. The Blacktail bands 

 have dwindled before axe and fence. The 

 ancient dwellers of the Badlands have faded 

 like snow under the new conditions, but the 

 Coyotes are no more in fear of extinction. 

 Their morning and evening song still sounds 

 from the level buttes, as it did long years ago 

 when every plain was a teeming land of game. 



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