30 SUMMER 



We had pitched the tent on the south shore of 

 the point where the peninsula joined the mainland, 

 and were finishing our supper, when not far from 

 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 the 

 coyote hunted, and was greatly interested. Harris, 

 with his dogs close in hand, led us directly away 

 from where we had heard the coyote bark. Then we 

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

 ris smiled. 



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

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

 is made up of equal parts of curiosity, cowardice, 

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

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

 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, 

 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, 



