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During the second winter that Scotch was 

 with me and before he was two years of age, one 

 of the wily coyotes showed a tantalizing spirit 

 and some interesting cunning which put Scotch 

 on his mettle. One day when Scotch was busy 

 driving the main pack into the woods, one that 

 trotted lame with the right fore leg emerged from 

 behind a rocky crag at the edge of the open and 

 less than fifty yards from Scotch. Hurrying to a 

 willow clump about fifty yards in Scotch's rear, he 

 set up a broken chorus of yelps and howls, seem- 

 ingly with delight and to the great annoyance of 

 Scotch, who at once raced back and chased the 

 noisy taunter into the woods. 



The very next time that Scotch was chasing 

 the pack away, the crippled coyote again sneaked 

 from behind the crag, took refuge behind the 

 willow clump, and began delivering a perfect 

 shower of broken yelps. Scotch at once turned 

 back and gave chase. Immediately the entire pack 

 wheeled from retreat and took up defiant attitudes 

 in the open, but this did not seem to trouble 

 Scotch ; he flung himself upon them with great 

 ferocity, and finally drove them all back into the 



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