226 WATCHED BY WILD ANIMALS 
for long distances. One which struck me in the 
side felt like a thrown baseball. There was a 
thumping, deep roar while they dashed meteor- 
ically down. 
Dog town watched the hail but was deserted 
before the first raindrop fell. The downpour 
lasted for several minutes with a plentiful 
accompaniment of crashing of lightning. 
A deep sheet of water swept down from the 
prairie beyond the town limits to the west, 
where the rainfall was a cloudburst. The sheet 
of water overspread the town and temporarily 
filled hundreds of the inhabited dens. 
Out came the sputtering, protesting dogs. 
Numbers, perhaps hundreds, were drowned. 
Across the soaked prairie I hurried, catching 
the effects and the movements. I pulled several 
gurgling dogs from their water-filled holes, 
each of them making nip-and-tuck efforts to 
climb out. 
The following morning a pair of coyotes 
slipped up the invading gully trench into town. 
Occasionally these crafty fellows peeked over 
the bank. Then they crept farther in, and one 
peeped from a screen of sagebrush on the bank. 
Suddenly both dashed out and each killed two 
dogs. The entire village howled and yapped 
itself hoarse while the invaders feasted within 
the town limits. Leisurely the coyote at last 
