II2 Life in the Open 



the master of the hounds, and myself, the rest of the 

 hunt on the hillside some distance away. Up to this 

 time not a sound had come from the pack, and as we 

 drew nearer I leaned down and spoke to my own dogs 

 and the master of the hounds to his. We called on 

 them for a supreme effort, and as the coyote turned 

 they fell upon him, and our horses rounded up so sud- 

 denly that I, in the effort to dismount, went to the ground, 

 but luckily upon my feet. Pandemonium broke loose : 

 wild cries from the wolf and sharp staccato yelps from 

 the hounds that now, and now only, gave tongue, while 

 above all I could hear the sharp click of the coyote's teeth. 

 Thin-coated or short-haired dogs are easily disfigured by 

 a coyote, and every time that shining row of teeth 

 clicked, a good dog was injured. As I reached the ex- 

 cited throng, to save them as much as possible, the mas- 

 ter of the hounds plunged into the roaring, yelping pack, 

 and seizing the wolf by the throat, lifted him high in air. 

 It was heroic, but heroic measures were needed ; 

 and the next moment my ordinarily quiet friend, Dr. J. 

 de Earth Shorb.with a heavy crop, had given the coyote 

 his quietus, and thrown him to the dogs. The coyote 

 when attacked had thrown himself on his back against 

 the hillside and met all comers with a resistance born of 

 rage, desperation, and despair, and several dogs were 

 badly cut by his savage snapping. Dogs, huntsmen, and 

 coyote presented a sanguinary appearance as the rest 

 of the hunt came in, some, nearly ten minutes later, to 

 find the young lady wearing the brush. 



