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In a couple of miles I was close enough to see what was going on. But one greyhound was left with Abernathy. The coyote was obviously tired, and Abernathy, with the aid of his perfectly trained horse, was helping the greyhound catch it.  Twice he headed it, and this enabled me to gain rapidly. They had reached a small unwooded creek by the time I was within fifty yards; the little wolf tried to break back to the left; Abernathy headed it and rode almost over it; and it gave a wicked snap at his foot, cutting the boot. Then he wheeled and came toward it; again it galloped back and just as it crossed the creek the greyhound made a rush, pinned it by the hind leg and threw it. There was a scuffle, then a yell from the greyhound as the wolf bit it. At the bite the hound let go and jumped back a few feet, and at the same moment Abernathy, who had ridden his horse right on themas they struggled, leaped off and sprang on top the wolf. He held the reins of the horse with one hand and thrust the other, with a rapidity and precision even greater than the rapidity of the wolf's snap, into the wolf's mouth, jamming his hand down crosswise between the jaws, seizing the lower jaw and bending it down so that the wolf could not bite him. He had a stout glove on his hand, but this would have been of no avail whatever had he not seized the animal just as he did; that is, behind the canines, while his hand pressed the lips against the teeth; with his knees he kept the wolf from using its fore paws to break the hold, until it gave up struggling. When he thus leaped on and captured this coyote it was entirely free, the dog having  let go of it; and he was obliged to keep hold of the reins of his horse with one hand. I was not twenty yards distant at the time, and as I leaped off the horse he was sitting placidly on the live wolf, his hand between its jaws, the greyhound standing beside him, and his horse standing by as placid as he was. In a couple of minutes Fortescue and Lambert came up. It was as remarkable a feat of the kind as I have ever seen.

   Through some oversight we had no straps with us, and Abernathy had lost the wire which he usually carried in order to tie up the wolves' muzzles-for he habitually captured his wolves in this fashion. However, Abernathy regarded the lack of straps as nothing more than a slight bother. Asking one of us to hold his horse, he threw the wolf across in front of the saddle, still keeping his grip on the lower jaw, then mounted and rode off with us on the back track.  The wolf was not tied in any way. It was unhurt, and the only hold he had was on its lower jaw; I was surprised that it did not strive to fight with its legs, but after becoming satisfied that it could not bite, it seemed to resign itself to its fate, was afirly quiet, and looked about with its ears pricked forward.  The wolves which I subsequently saw him capture, and, having tied up their muzzles, hold before him on the saddle,acted in precisely the same manner.

   The run had been about ten miles in an almost straight line. At the finish no other riders were in sight, but soon after we crossed the divide on our return, and began to

come down the long slope toward the creek, we were joined by Tom Burnett and Bony Moore; while some three or four miles ahead on a rise of the prairie we could see the wagon in which Burke Burnett was driving General Young. Other punchers and straggling greyhounds joined us, and as the wolf, after travelling some five miles, began to recover his wind and show a tendency to fight for his freedom, Abernathy tied up his jaws with his handkerchief and handed him over to Bony Moore, who packed him on the saddle with entire indifference, the  wolf himself showing a curious philosophy. Our horses had recovered their wind and we struck into a gallop down the slope;  then as we neared the wagon we broke into a run, Bony Moore brandishing aloft with one hand the live wolf, its jaws tied up with a handkerchief, but otherwise unbound. We stopped for a few minutes with Burnett and the general  to tell particulars of the hunt. Then we loped off again toward camp, which was some half dozen miles off. I shall always remember this run and the really remarkable feat Abernathy performed. Colonel Lyon had seen him catch a big wolf in th same way that he caught this coyote. It was his usual method of catching both coyotes and wolves.  Almost equally noteworthy were the way in which he handled and helped his greyhounds, and the judgement, resolution, and fine horsemanship he displayed. His horse showed extraordinary endurance.

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