St Lob$ 



Thts History, gathered so far from the coi»» 

 boys, I found hard to believe until, in the fall 

 of 1893, I made the acquaintance of the wily 

 marauder, and a-t length came to know him 

 more thoroughly than anyone else. Some 

 years before, in the Bingo days, I had been a 

 wolf-hunter, but my occupations since then had 

 been of another sort, chaining me to stool and 

 desk, I was much in need of a change, and 

 when a friend, who was also a ranch-owner 

 on the Currumpaw, asked me to come to New 

 Mexico and try if I could do anything with 

 this predatory pack, I accepted the invitation 

 and, eager to make the acquaintance of its 

 Mng, was as soon as possible among the mesas 

 of that region. I spent some time riding about 

 to learn the country, and at intervals, my guide 

 would point to the skeleton of a cow to which 

 the hide still adhered, and remark, "That's 

 some of his work." 



It became quite clear to me that, in this 

 rough country, it was useless to think of pur- 

 suing Lobo with hounds and horses, so that 

 poison or traps were the only available expe- 

 dients. At present we had no traps large 

 enough, so I set to work with poison. 



