ALONG FOUR-FOOTED TRAILS 



less millions of mimic diamonds. By noon the 

 gray clouds rolled up in front of the sun ; a cold 

 northwest wind swept through the canon and 

 over the divide, carrying great masses of the 

 loose, newly fallen snow before it. One could 

 scarcely see a yard's distance. The storm raged 

 long, then calmed, only to rage again. This 

 continued for three days and nights. Many 

 cattle and wild animals perish of cold and hun- 

 ger from these storms. When the three days' 

 storm had spent its fury, how beautiful it all 

 seemed ! It was clear and cold, a full moon 

 bathed the earth with a silver light and one 

 could see almost as well as by day. In the 

 comfort of the warm fire of my home I sat and 

 thought. Of course, I thought of Bruno. 

 How many times I had laid my head against 

 her shaggy mane and told her of my childish 

 troubles as though she could understand and 

 sympathize with me ! Hark ! Was I dream- 

 ing ? Surely that was a coyote's bark ! It was 

 a long way off and yet again and again I heard 

 it ; it came nearer and still nearer. I left the 

 fire and went to the window. Down the hill 

 were coming two coyotes, a large one and a 



