BRUNO, MY PET COYOTE 



did not get the calf. Then, precious memory, 

 there came to my mind the wise counsels of my 

 mother. I remembered how she told me that 

 I would hurt myself most by letting bitter 

 thoughts enter my mind, that they would de- 

 termine so much of my life as to affect my 

 character. Then I looked out of the little win- 

 dow at the clear blue sky sprinkled with stars 

 where the bright light of a full moon did not 

 hide them, and kinder thoughts came into my 

 heart. I forgave the man and breathed a prayer 

 that my poor coyote might not die. Then I 

 shut my eyes, believing my prayer would be 

 answered and fell into a sweet sleep. 



Early in the following morning I ran down 

 the hill to the kennel of poor Bruno. At the 

 sound of my footsteps on the frozen ground she 

 came out of her kennel. She was alive ! but 

 she walked on three feet and her right hind leg 

 was all covered with blood. I patted her neck 

 and talked to her while she laid her head on 

 my arm ; when I bent over her, she whined, 

 reached up her head to my face and licked my 

 cheek in the most eloquent way. How I loved 

 her ! More than all my other animal pets, for 



