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The run had been about ten miles in an almost 

 straight line. At the finish no other riders were in sight, 

 but soon after we crossed the divide on our return, and 

 began to come down the long slope toward the creek, we 

 were joined by Tom Burnett and Bony Moore; while 

 some three or four miles ahead on a rise of the prairie 

 we could see the wagon in which Burke Burnett was driv- 

 ing General Young. Other punchers and straggling 

 greyhounds joined us, and as the wolf, after travelling 

 some five miles, began to recover his wind and show a 

 tendency to fight for his freedom, Abernethy tied up his 

 jaws with his handkerchief and handed him over to Bony 

 Moore, who packed him on the saddle with entire indif- 

 ference, the wolf himself showing a curious philosophy. 

 Our horses had recovered their wind and we struck into 

 a gallop down the slope; then as we neared the wagon 

 we broke into a run, Bony Moore brandishing aloft with 

 one hand the live wolf, its jaws tied up with a handker- 

 chief, but otherwise unbound. We stopped for a few 

 minutes with Burnett and the general to tell particulars 

 of the hunt. Then we loped off again toward camp, 

 which was some half dozen miles off. I shall always 

 remember this run and the really remarkable feat Aber- 

 nethy performed. Colonel Lyon had seen him catch a 

 big wolf in the same way that he caught this coyote. It 

 was his usual method of catching both coyotes and wolves. 

 Almost equally noteworthy were the way in which he 

 handled and helped his greyhounds, and the judgment, 

 resolution, and fine horsemanship he displayed. His 

 horse showed extraordinary endurance. 



