ON WILD LIFE TRAILS 119 
after being driven off by hunters. A few days 
later I saw these flocks meet on a high plateau. 
They stopped to visit. Then one flock turned 
back with the other and both edged over to an 
outlook rim of the plateau where I left them, 
racing and playing in the on-coming darkness. 
In numberless places I saw a single wild 
fellow meet his species. Two coyotes advanced 
bristling and passed snarling. Another time 
two coyotes met, eyed, and then turned off 
in the woods together. Two wild cats ad- 
vanced with declaration of war, made the 
forest aisles hideous with whoops and threats, 
struck attitudes which go with blood and gore— 
but nothing happened. Two squirrels  ap- 
proached, each loudly demanding the right- 
of-way. They blustered, backed-up, threatened, 
raced tempestuously up and down trees, and 
finally boastingly passed. 
Many a time two rabbits speeded silently by 
without a slowing, a signal, or a look. Others 
kicked as they passed. One mid-winter day 
two rabbits leaped to meet mid-air; then like 
bucking bronchos they leaped high for action 
and like miniature mules turned here and there 
to kick at the target with two feet. If this was 
fight or frolic only rabbits know. 
It often happened that the breeze was favour- 
able and I watched the passing processions from 
