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Animal Heroes
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Ernest Thompson Seton
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That
night
several
Cows
were
killed
close
to
the
ranch,
and
we
were
spurred
on
to
another
hunt.
It
opened
much
like
the
last.
Late
in
the
afternoon
we
sighted
a
gray
fellow
with
tail
up,
not
half
a
mile
off.
Hilton
called
Dander
up
on
the
saddle.
I
acted
on
the
idea
and
called
Snap
to
mine.
His
legs
were
so
short
that
he
had
to
leap
several
times
before
he
made
it,
scrambling
up
at
last
with
my
foot
as
a
half-way
station.
I
pointed
and
"sic-ed"
for
a
minute
before
he
saw
the
game,
and
then
he
started
out
after
the
Greyhounds,
already
gone,
with
energy
that
was
full
of
promise.
The
chase
this
time
led
us,
not
to
the
rough
brakes
along
the
river,
but
toward
the
high
open
country,
for
reasons
that
appeared
later.
We
were
close
together
as
we
rose
to
the
upland
and
sighted
the
chase
half
a
mile
off,
just
as
Dander
came
up
with
the
Wolf
and
snapped
at
his
haunch.
The
Gray-wolf
turned
round
to
fight,
and
we
had
a
fine
view.
The
Dogs
came
up
by
twos
and
threes,
barking
at
him
in
a
ring,
till
last
the
little
white
one
rushed
up.
He
wasted
no
time
barking,
but
rushed
straight
at
the
Wolf's
throat
and
missed
it,
yet
seemed
to
get
him
by
the
nose;
then
the
ten
big
Dogs
closed
in,
and
in
two
minutes
the
Wolf
was
dead.
We
had
ridden
hard
to
be
in
at
the
finish,
and
though
our
view
was
distant,
we
saw
at
least
that
Snap
had
lived
up
to
the
telegram,
as
well
as
to
my
promises
for
him.
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