BRUNO, MY PET COYOTE 



torn since she had been shot. The big prairie 

 wolf sneaked away with his ears hanging down 

 like fringed pointed flaps and his tail drawn in 

 between his legs. In this way he would trot a 

 few rods at a time, squat on his lean haunches, 

 lift up his ears, look back and again repeat this 

 performance until he reached the summit of the 

 hill. Then he gave one long, continuous howl, 

 dismal in its length and cadence, and disap- 

 peared. He was a very large coyote, with a 

 long, lean body, short appearing legs, straight 

 bushy tail, loose skin covered with long tawny 

 brown hair, with an occasional white or black 

 one, and under parts a dirty white. His ears 

 stood up straight and pointed when on the alert 

 and his bright yellow eyes looked like two coals 

 of fire after dark. His manner was sneaking 

 but determined. Such was the appearance and 

 character of the stranger wolf which came night 

 after night to court gentle, lame, little Bruno. 



The third night the stranger made bold to 

 come down the hill, jump over the cornstalk 

 fence which the boys had helped me to build 

 around Bruno's kennel and, wagging his tail in 

 a most friendly manner, walked up to Bruno 



