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note of sorrow in it now. It was no longer the ^O , A $ 



loud, defiant howl, but a long, plaintive wail ; fjj/ ~%' vM. 



"Blanca! Blanca ! " he seemed to call. And «^^-^-aU 



as night came down, I noticed that he was not 

 far from the place where we had overtaken her. 

 At length he seemed to find the trail, and when 

 he came to the spot where we had killed her, 

 his heart-broken wailing was piteous to hear. 

 It was sadder than I could possibly have be- 

 lieved. Even the stolid cowboys noticed it, 

 and said they had " never heard a wolf carry 

 on like that before." He seemed to know ex- 

 actly what had taken place, for her blood had 

 stained the place of her death. 



Then he took up the trail of the horses and 

 followed it to the ranch-house. Whether in 

 hopes of finding her there, or in quest of re- 

 venge, I know not, but the latter was what he 

 found, for he surprised our unfortunate watch- 

 dog outside and tore him to little bits within fifty 

 yards of the door. He evidently came alone 

 this time, for I found but one trail next morn- 

 ing, and he had galloped about in a reckless 

 manner that was very unusual with him. I had 

 half expected this, and had set a number of ad- 



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