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life. Introduction — you don't need any, but if you think you 

 must have something, just tell him Grubb sent you." 



In due time came the following from Parson Uzel. "Re- 

 plying to your esteemed favour, would say you can have any 

 quantity of Jack rabbit or coyote hunting near Denver, and 

 I will be pleased to have you join our annual shooting party 

 after Jack rabbits which usually takes place this month, and 

 if you decide to come on we will try and arrange to have it 

 take place at a time that will suit your convenience." 



Who could resist such a letter as this? Well, it touched 

 a weak spot somewhere in the writer's anatomy, and he went. 



Arriving at Denver, Parson Uzel, as every one calls him, 

 proceeded to put me right. We started out together and in 

 less than two hours I had been introduced to the best sport- 

 ing element of the city, from the Judge of the Supreme Court, 

 to a gunsmith, from bank presidents to ranch owners, from 

 greyhound fanciers and coursing men to cowboys whom we 

 happened to meet on the street. 



That evening there was a general round-up of the hunt- 

 ing talent and the following programme was decided upon. 



The next day, I was to go Jack rabbit hunting with the 

 Bartel Brothers' noted pack of greyhounds; the day following, 

 visit Cripple Creek mining camp and have a day with the 

 Colorado Hunt Club after coyote; then, on my return to 

 Denver, Mr. Harry Petrie was to take me to a ranch near 

 Kit Carson for two days coyote hunting. In the meantime the 

 parson would make arrangements for the annual Jack rabbit 

 round-up at Lemar, the planning of wliich was at once set 

 on foot. 



As to wolf hunting, the parson took me to a taxidermist 

 who suggested two packs of hounds in Kansas. From there 

 we went to the Santa Fe R. R. office, and after introducing 

 me to the manager, the parson said, "My friend wants some 

 wolf hunting and we hear of a pack doing good work at 



