Lobo 



made his weekly rounds and daily banquets as 

 aforetime, and before many weeks had passed, 

 Calone and Laloche gave up in despair and 

 went elsewhere to hunt. 



In the spring of 1893, after his unsuccessful 

 attempt to capture Lobo, Joe Calone had a 

 humiliating experience, which seems to show 

 that the big wolf simply scorned his enemies, 

 and had absolute confidence in himself. Ca- 

 lone' s farm was on a small tributary of the 

 Currumpaw, in a picturesque canon, and among 

 the rocks of this very canon, within a thousand 

 yards of the house, old Lobo and his mate se- 

 lected their den and raised their family that 

 season. There they lived all summer, and 

 killed Joe's cattle, sheep, and dogs, but laughed 

 at all his poisons and traps, and rested securely 

 among the recesses of the cavernous cliffs, while 

 Joe vainly racked his brain for some method of 

 smoking them out, or of reaching them with 

 dynamite. But they escaped entirely unscathed, 

 and continued their ravages as before. ' ' There's 

 where he lived all last summer," said Joe, 

 pointing to the face of the cliff, "and I couldn't 

 do a thing with him. I was like a fool to him." 



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