Lobo 



II 



This history, gathered so far from the cow- 

 boys, I found hard to believe until in the fall 

 of 1893, I made the acquaintance of the wily 

 marauder, and at length came to know him 

 more thoroughly than anyone else. Some 

 years before, in the Bingo days, I had been 

 a wolf-hunter, but my occupations since then 

 had been of another sort, chaining me to stool 

 and desk. I was much in need of a change, 

 and when a friend, who was also a ranch-owner 

 on the Currumpaw, asked me to come to New 

 Mexico and try if I could do anything with 

 this predatory pack, I accepted the invitation 

 and, eager to make the acquaintance of its 

 king, was as soon as possible among the mesas 

 of that region. I spent some time riding about 

 to learn the country, and at intervals, my guide 

 would point to the skeleton of a cow to which 

 the hide still adhered, and remark, "That's 

 some of his work. ' ' 



It became quite clear to me that, in this 

 rough country, it was useless to think of pur- 



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