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your game if deserted by you for a few hours to procure 

 assistance to transport it to camp ; he eats your lariat ropes, 

 untying your animals, nibbles the flaps of your saddles, 

 and keeps up an unearthly serenade through those hours 

 that the tired sportsman is most disposed to rest. Is it 

 any -wonder that he is unpopular, that he has few friends, 

 and that he is considered a vermin of the first magnitude ? 

 In all shooting excursions you will have idle days, a lay off 

 for the more serious duties of the morrow, when guns are 

 cleaned, bullets cast, powder-flasks replenished, and wet 

 and dirty clothes dried or washed. The forenoon having 

 sufficed to perform these labours, a run with a wolf will be 

 found not a bad appetiser for your evening meal, or remover 

 of your little stiffnesses and ailments, in the same way as a 

 little exercise is necessary to the hunter the day after a 

 long or hard run. To enjoy this pleasure to perfection 

 you k must be provided with dogs, and there are none so 

 suitable as the strongest stamp of greyhounds ; more 

 powerful ones that are addicted to grappling with the foe 

 will get fearfully mauled, for the jaws of a wolf are almost 

 as powerful as a hyena's, and consequently your limited 

 establishment would be half the time on the sick list ; with 

 the greyhound it is different. As soon as you get a view, 

 at him they go, and although the game is swift, still his 

 adversaries are not long in ranging alongside, when a snap 

 in the hams or loins immediately brings him to bay. 

 Determined and numerous are his efforts to catch the 

 nimble antagonists, who take precious good care to keep 

 beyond reach. After a few moments of such skirmishing, 

 the closer approach of the sportsman admonishes the wolf 



