A WILDCAT HUNT IN THE FOOT HILLS. 



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to taste of cat hair. It was a good 

 quarter of an hour before we got them 

 back on the trail. Then the foot hills 

 rang again with their deep voiced 

 mouthings. We ran quickly to the top 

 of the divide overlooking the creek 

 canyon. There we stopped and 

 watched the chase. Over the canyon 

 floor went the hounds and disappeared 

 among the junipers of the rugged 

 sand-rock region beyond. As we 

 climbed down, a burst of stationary 

 canine music announced the cat had 

 again been brought to bay. 



We found the dogs had treed the cat 

 in a crevice near the top of an over- 



hanging wall of sandstone, some 60 

 feet high. It did not seem possible 

 anything short of a bat or a bird could 

 get there. Twilight had come, and I 

 was regretting my inability to use the 

 rifle, when my hunting partner said, 

 " Come along, Doctor. We have 14 

 or 15 cat hides on the garden fence 

 now. Take it all in all, we have had 

 a bang up g'ood hunt. It is a mystery 

 how the cat got into that crevice, but 

 it will get out somehow, and a live cat 

 hide is better for us than a dead one. 

 It will furnish material for another 

 hunt." And so, calling off the hounds, 

 we returned to the house. 



TORITO, MALTESE TERRIER. 



Owned by Mrs. J. J. Smith, Stockton, Cal. 



This is an ideal picture of an ideal dog. 

 Torito was awarded first prize, and special 

 prize, by J. Otis Fellows, in miscellaneous 

 class at bench show of the Stockton Ken- 

 nel Club, San Joaquin Valley Agricultural 

 Exposition, 1896, Stockton, Cal. 



This breed is peculiar to the City of 

 Puebla, Mexico, and this is one of the few 

 specimens in the United States. 



He is an Angora or Maltese terrier, is en- 

 tirely white, very intelligent and has large, 

 brown eyes. He was brought from the City 

 of Mexico 8 years ago, when 7 months old. 



SETTLING THE WOLF QUESTION. 



It is not often, even in the wild West, 

 that a breathing and able-bodied gray wolf 

 is converted into a household pet; but this 

 was really done by Mr. S. B. Strain, of 

 Pueblo, Col., who appears in the right of 

 the picture, holding on his lap a nearly full 

 grown Canis lupus griseo-albus. These 

 wolves were caught when quite young, and 

 took kindly to captivity. Since they sat 

 for their photograph, they have been pur- 

 chased by the Buffalo Zoological Garden, 

 and as an evidence of good faith on the part 

 of the female she has presented the Gar- 

 den folks with 6 fine puppies. 



Philanthro — Look here, my fine fellow, 

 do you work? 



Weary — Yes, sir, when I can work the 

 right person. — Boston Courier. 



