124 WATCHED BY WILD ANIMALS 
below. It was following along a trail genera- 
tions old. The other drove was home-seeking. 
A forest fire with smoke still in the sky had laid 
barren their home territory. 
From my treetop observation tower I saw a 
single coyote coming, and wondered what would 
be his attitude concerning the blockading of the 
trail by superior numbers, and also how these 
superior numbers would receive a single ancient 
enemy. But the deer were indifferent to the lone 
little wolf. They utterly ignored him. 
The coyote walked leisurely around the vast 
assemblage with an air of ownership. Then he 
sat down before them and eyed them with a 
display of cynical satisfaction. He turned from 
this inspection and with a leisurely, contented 
air walked by with, “I haven’t time to-day— 
but I should worry.” 
I had my camp by a cliff a short distance 
up stream and of mornings birds were numer- 
ous. A waterfall was at its best in the night. 
I had planned to watch this place another day 
or two but the wind was from the wrong quar- 
ter—it would carry my scent and warn travellers 
that a possible killer wasin ambush. So I trav- 
elled away on this trail. 
Many a time in the wilds I “met up” un- 
expectedly with wild life. And as I recall 
these meetings I plan again to be among those 
