ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



I felt that she and her wild relatives were friend- 

 less and despised. I examined the wound 

 which the cruel bullets had made, tenderly 

 washed and dressed it and left the result to na- 

 ture. In a few weeks she was well, but the 

 muscles of her leg had been so badly torn that 

 she limped for the remainder of her life. 



One evening, just at sunset, I noticed a large 

 coyote on a hill half a mile away. While I 

 watched him he raised his long, pointed nose 

 towards the heavens and howled as only a 

 coyote can howl. Then he sneaked a little 

 nearer between the bunch-grass tufts, stopped, 

 sat down in wolf fashion and looked down at 

 my Bruno. At the first sound of his voice she 

 raised her pointed ears and the long hairs of her 

 loose shaggy mane stood straight out. She 

 limped towards him to the limit of her chain. 

 Seemingly in deep thought she stood for a 

 minute or two, looked up the hill at the 

 stranger, raised her head and howled. The 

 stranger coyote then crept closer and howled 

 again. This was repeated several times until I 

 put an end to their courtship by shutting Bruno 

 in her kennel for the night as had been my cus- 



