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Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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nto howls ofcertainty. Above in the canon, lying on the little shelfof rock beside her kid, the mother heard,heard, and felt deep down in her heart thatthe end had come. Poorly prepared was shefor the fighting of these wild hunters, andyet the thing called fear was new to her whenthe life of the tiny one was in danger. Slowlyshe rose, stretching her sore limbs to theirfull length, regretting, perhaps, more thananything else, the fact that she was bothhungry and thirsty. Then she moved over tothe narrow trail that led up from the bed ofthe dry creek to her refuge on the ledge.Here, but one or at most two of the packcould come up at a time, and here with hoofsand head she might be able to keep themdown until her mate came. Sharp hornswere his, and. guarding his own on the nar-row strip of rock would make the coming ofthe wolves of small terror to him. As forthe kid, he curled himself up in the verysmallest of heaps in the crevice between twogreat, brown lava boulders, there to lie until
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ONE BY OXE THE PACK SPRANG FOR THE NARROW TRAIL. THE PACIFIC COAST MAOAZINE ■4 1;; such time as his mother was ready to feedhim. From the ledge to the bottom of thecanon was many times the height of thetallest of the wild dogs, but up this one trailthey might come, slowly, but easily, and onceon the ledge she well knew that her lifeand the life of her kid would go speedily. Then the hunters came, slowly, watchingon all sides for their quarry, yet passing itcompletely because it was above their rangeof vision. On up the canon they rolled, redtongues lolling from redder mouths, an oc-casional bay pealing from the throat of onemore excited than the rest. Here, too, for-tune stepped in and saved, for the time atleast, the lives of the hunted. Had she andher kid been able to run as she and her matewould have done, both would have slippedfrom their places on the rock and tried toescape by flight, after the wolves had passed.As it was they could not, and so, when thepack found out its mist

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