Lobo 



wherever he appeared with his trusty band, ter- 

 ror reigned supreme among the cattle, and wrath 

 and despair among their owners. Old Lobo 

 was a giant among wolves, and was cunning and 

 strong in proportion to his size. His voice at 

 night was well-known and easily distinguished 

 from that of any of his fellows. An ordi- 

 nary wolf might howl half the night about the 

 herdsman's bivouac without attracting more 

 than a passing notice, but when the deep roar 

 of the old king came booming down the canon, 

 the watcher bestirred himself and prepared to 

 learn in the morning that fresh and serious in- 

 roads had been made among the herds. 



Old Lobo's band was but a small one. This 

 I never quite understood, for usually, when a 

 wolf rises to the position and power that he had, 

 he attracts a numerous following. It may be 

 that he had as many as he desired, or perhaps 

 his ferocious temper prevented the increase of 

 his pack. Certain is it that Lobo had only five 

 followers during the latter part of his reign. 

 Each of these, however, was a wolf of renown, 

 most of them were above the ordinary size, one 

 in particular, the second in command, was a 



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