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crossing his path. The timber wolf, not satisfied with staring, 
follows, perhaps, as if enjoying company, at the same time oc¬ 
casionally licking his chaps. When the sun goes down his 
long-drawn bark rolls out into the clear winter sky like a song 
Side Canyon of Glen Canyon. 
Homogeneous Sandstone. 
Photograph by J. Fennemore, U. S. Colo. Riv. Exp. 
to the evening star, rendering the blaze of the camp-fire all the 
more comfortable. Under the moonlight the sharper bark of 
the coyote swells a chorus from the cliffs, and the rich note of 
the night-storm is accentuated by the long screech of the puma 
