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might be and to discover what she was after. 

 But a few rods ahead of her I saw a jack-rabbit 

 making tremendous leaps in the hope of escap- 

 ing his most dreaded enemy, for the coyotes and 

 the jack-rabbits have been at eternal enmity 

 ever since nature put them together on the 

 western plains. As Bruno neared a clump of 

 sage-b/ush, I saw her mate, the great coyote, 

 was waiting to relieve her. He sprang forward 

 with long leaps in pursuit of the unfortunate 

 rabbit. Bruno stopped, sat on her haunches 

 and rested. It was not long before the coyote 

 had headed the rabbit and turned it back to- 

 wards his mate. Bruno was now ready to take 

 up the chase anew. In a few leaps she sprang 

 upon the tired beast, grasped its neck in her 

 sharp teeth and thus held in a deadly grasp the 

 family dinner for that day. With the big coy- 

 ote by her side she limped proudly to a hole in 

 the hillside. Here was her home. Unnoticed, 

 I lay on the ground, the direction of the wind 

 favoring my complete secretion, for these ani- 

 mals find food and discover their enemies largely 

 by the sense of smell. When Bruno neared 

 the entrance of the den three pups came out, 



