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up all attempts at poisoning and trapping, and 
were trying various breeds of Dogs as Wolf- 
hunters, hoping to get a little sport out of the 
necessary work of destroying the pests. 
Foxhounds had failed—they were too soft 
for fighting; Great Danes were too clumsy, 
and Greyhounds could not follow the game 
unless they could see it. Each breed had 
some fatal defect, but the cow-men hoped to 
succeed with a mixed pack, and the day when 
I was invited to join in a Mendoza Wolf-hunt, 
I was amused by the variety of Dogs that 
followed. There were several mongrels, but 
there were also a few highly bred Dogs—in 
particular, some Russian Wolfhounds that must 
have cost a lot of money. 
Hilton Penroof, the oldest boy, ‘The Master - 
of Hounds,” was unusually proud of them, and 
expected them to do great things. 
“Greyhounds are too thin-skinned to fight 
a Wolf, Danes are too slow, but you ’ll see the 
fur fly when the Russians take a hand.” 
Thus the Greyhounds were there as runners, 
the Danes as heavy backers, and the Russians 
to do the important fighting. There were also 
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