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journey to camp was enlivened by catching another 

 coyote after a short run. 



Next day was the last of our hunt. We started off in 

 the morning as usual, but the buggy men on this occasion 

 took with them some trail hounds, which were managed 

 by a sergeant of the regular army, a game sportsman. 

 They caught two coons in the timber of a creek two or 

 three miles to the south of the camp. Meanwhile the 

 rest of us, riding over the prairie, saw the greyhounds 

 catch two coyotes, one after a rather long run and one 

 after a short one. Then we turned our faces toward 

 camp. I saw Abernethy, with three or four of his own 

 hounds, riding off to one side, but unfortunately I did 

 not pay any heed to him, as I supposed the hunting was 

 at an end. But when we reached camp Abernethy was 

 not there, nor did he turn up until we were finishing 

 lunch. Then he suddenly appeared, his tired greyhounds 

 trotting behind him, while he carried before him on the 

 saddle a live coyote, with its muzzle tied up, and a dead 

 coyote strapped behind his saddle. Soon after leaving 

 us he had found a coyote, and after a good run the dogs 

 had stopped it and he had jumped off arid captured it in 

 his usual fashion. Then while riding along, holding the 

 coyote before him on the saddle, he put up another one. 

 His dogs were tired, and he himself was of course greatly 

 hampered in such a full-speed run by having the live 

 wolf on the saddle in front of him. One by one the dogs 

 gave out, but his encouragement and assistance kept two 

 of them to their work, and after a run of some seven miles 

 the coyote was overtaken. It was completely done out 



