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a time both dogs fought the coyote fiercely, but 

 he at last tore himself free, and escaped into the 

 pines, badly wounded and bleeding. I never saw 

 him again. That night the visiting collie went 

 home. As Scotch was missing that night for a 

 time, I think he may have accompanied him at 

 least a part of the way. 



One day a young lady from Michigan came 

 along and wanted to climb Long's Peak all alone, 

 without a guide. I agreed to consent to this if 

 first she would climb one of the lesser peaks 

 unaided, on a stormy day. This the young lady 

 did, and by so doing convinced me that she had 

 a keen sense of direction and an abundance of 

 strength, for the day on which she climbed was 

 a stormy one, and the peak was completely be- 

 fogged with clouds. After this, there was nothing 

 for me to do but allow her to climb Long's Peak 

 alone. 



Just as she was starting, that cool September 

 morning, I thought to provide for an emergency 

 by sending Scotch with her. He knew the trail 

 well and would, of course, lead her the right way, 

 providing she lost the trail. " Scotch," said I, " go 



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