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SUMMER 



We had pitched the tent on the south shore off V 

 the point where the peninsula joined the mainland,/ \ 

 and were finishing our supper, when not far fromj/ \ 

 us, back on shore, we heard the doleful yowl of the 

 coyote. 



We were on our feet in an instant. 



"There he is," said the warden, "lonesome for a 

 little play with your dogs, Mr. Harris." 



There was still an hour and a half of good light, ^ 

 and Harris untied his dogs. I had never seen thev" 

 coyote hunted, and was greatly interested. Harris, p 

 with his dogs close in hand, led us directly away i 

 from where we had heard the coyote bark. Then we / 

 stopped and sat down. At my look of inquiry, Har-f 

 ris smiled.- 



"Oh, no, we're not after coyotes to-night, not 1 '' 

 that coyote, anyhow," he said. "You know a coyote 

 is made up of equal parts of curiosity, cowardice, 4 

 and craft; and it's a long hunt unless you can get ^ 

 a lead on his curiosity. We are not out for him. f 

 He sees that. In fact, we'll amble back now but ? 

 we '11 manage to get up along the crest of that little!! 

 ridge where he is sitting, so that the dogs can fol-^ 

 low him whichever way he runs. You hunt coyotes; 

 wholly by sight, you know." 



The little trick worked perfectly. The coyote,k 

 curious to see what we were doing, had risen to his [ 

 feet, and stood, plainly outlined against the sky. He 

 was entirely unsuspecting, and as we approached, j 



