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Animal Heroes
·
Ernest Thompson Seton
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Now
the
first
thing
is
to
get
the
Greyhounds
to
see
the
prey--not
an
easy
matter,
as
they
cannot
use
the
glasses,
and
the
ground
was
covered
with
sage-brush
higher
than
the
Dogs'
heads.
But
Hilton
called,
"Hu,
hu,
Dander,"
and
leaned
aside
from
his
saddle,
holding
out
his
foot
at
the
same
time.
With
one
agile
bound
Dander
leaped
to
the
saddle
and
there
stood
balancing
on
the
Horse
while
Hilton
kept
pointing.
"There
he
is,
Dander;
sic
him--see
him
down
there."
The
Dog
gazed
earnestly
where
his
master
pointed,
then
seeming
to
see,
he
sprang
to
the
ground
with
a
slight
yelp
and
sped
away.
The
other
Dogs
followed
after,
in
an
ever-lengthening
procession,
and
we
rode
as
hard
as
we
could
behind
them,
but
losing
time,
for
the
ground
was
cut
with
gullies,
spotted
with
badger-holes,
and
covered
with
rocks
and
sage
that
made
full
speed
too
hazardous.
We
all
fell
behind,
and
I
was
last,
of
course,
being
least
accustomed
to
the
saddle.
We
got
several
glimpses
of
the
Dogs
flying
over
the
level
plain
or
dropping
from
sight
in
gullies
to
reappear
at
the
other
side.
Dander,
the
Greyhound,
was
the
recognized
leader,
and
as
we
mounted
another
ridge
we
got
sight
of
the
whole
chase--a
Coyote
at
full
speed,
the
Dogs
a
quarter
of
a
mile
behind,
but
gaining.
When
next
we
saw
them
the
Coyote
was
dead,
and
the
Dogs
sitting
around
panting,
all
but
two
of
the
Foxhounds
and
Gingersnap.
"Too
late
for
the
fracas,"
remarked
Hilton,
glancing
at
these
last
Foxhounds.
Then
he
proudly
petted
Dander.
"Didn't
need
yer
purp
after
all,
ye
see."
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