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chase a coyote clear out of the county. She 

 kept close behind him for the three-quarters 

 of a mile that I could see them, striking at 

 him as che ran, and he had his tail between 

 his legs, and was evidently thoroughly scared. 



One hot summer day some years ago, a 

 gang of section men were working in a cut on 

 the Union Pacific Railroad west of Laramie, 

 when suddenly a big buck antelope ran down 

 one side of the cut, across the track, and up 

 the other side. His sudden dash in among 

 them startled the men ; and while they stood 

 looking up where he had crossed, a coyote 

 suddenly plunged down the side of the cut, 

 just as the antelope had done. The readiest 

 of the section men threw a hammer at him, 

 and the wolf turned and scrambled up the 

 bank, that he had just come down, and was 

 not seen again. 



Some years ago I camped one afternoon on 

 Rock Creek, Wyo., and as there was very little 

 feed we turned the horses loose at night to 

 pick among the sage brush and grease wood. 

 Early in the morning, before sunrise, while 

 the man with me was getting breakfast, I 

 started out to look for the horses. They 



were nowhere to be seen, and I climbed to 



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