Lobo 1*1 



hastily running over the backs of the densely 

 packed sheep, he fell on these leaders, slew 

 them all in a few minutes, and soon had the 

 iuckless sheep stampeding in a thousand differ- 

 ent directions. For weeks afterward I was al- 

 most daily accosted by some anxious shepherd, 

 who asked, " Have you seen any stray OTO 

 sheep lately?" and usually I was obliged to say 

 I had ; one day it was, " Yes, I came on some 

 five or six carcasses by Diamond Springs;*' 

 or another, it was to the effect that I had seen 

 a small * bunch* running on the Malpai Mesa; 

 or again, "No, but Juan Meira saw about 

 twenty, freshly killed, on the Cedra Monte 

 two days ago.** 



At length the wolf traps arrived, and with 

 two men I worked a whole week to get them 

 properly set out. We spared no labor or pains, 

 I adopted every device 1 could think of that 

 might help to insure success. The second day 

 after the traps arrived, I rode around to in- 

 spect, and soon came upon Lobo's trail running 

 from trap to trap. In the dust I could read the 

 whole story of his doings that night. He had 

 trotted along in the darkness, and although the 

 traps were so carefully concealed, he had in- 

 stantly detected the first one. Stopping the 

 onward march of the pack, he had cautiously 



