BUFFALOES 



poor, lone beast grew more and more feeble. 

 He was followed and worried by hungry, prowl- 

 ing coyotes that tore at his legs and face in an 

 effort to pull him down and devour him. The 

 noble animal fought bravely and succeeded in 

 warding off his enemies for several days. One 

 cold moonlight night as he lay down to rest and 

 chew his cud on the side of the hill near the old 

 wallow he was aroused by the howling of an 

 approaching pack of coyotes. With painful 

 effort he arose on his weak, trembling legs to 

 face his foes and ward them off. They sprang 

 at him from all sides tearing his flanks, his face, 

 his eyes. 



Crazed with pain he broke loose from the fero- 

 cious coyotes and stumbled forward toward the 

 wallow and the great Gap, the wolves in close 

 pursuit and rapidly gaining upon him. As he 

 stood on the edge of the deep Gap with his head 

 lowered in his last " stand" for life, the wolves 

 snapping and growling around him, my father 

 and I approached on horseback on our way 

 home from a children's neighborhood party. 

 We tried to frighten the wolves away but were 

 too late. The poor hounded brute ended his 



