Lobo, Rag and Vixen: Being The Personal Histories Of Lobo, Redruff, Raggylug & VixenSeton, Ernest Thompson
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Lobo, Rag and Vixen: Being The Personal Histories Of Lobo, Redruff, Raggylug & Vixen
Seton, Ernest Thompson
Animals -- Anecdotes
[Illustration: LOBO, RAG, AND VIXEN]
LOBO, RAG, AND VIXEN
AND PICTURES
BY
ERNEST SETON-THOMPSON
AUTHOR OF "WILD ANIMALS I HAVE KNOWN," "ART ANATOMY
OF ANIMALS," ETC.
BEING THE PERSONAL HISTORIES OF
LOBO
REDRUFF
RAGGYLUG &
VIXEN
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1908
_NOTE TO THE READER_
_These Stories, selected from those published in "Wild Animals I Have
Known," are true histories of the animals described, and are intended to
show how their lives are lived.
Though the lower animals have no language in the full sense as we
understand it, they have a system of sounds, signs, touches, tastes, and
smells that answers the purpose of language, and I merely translate
this, when necessary, into English._
_ERNEST SETON-THOMPSON
144 Fifth Avenue, New York
May 7, 1899_
ILLUSTRATIONS
FACING
PAGE
LOBO AND BLANCA . . . . . . 18
REDRUFF SAVING RUNTIE . . . 60
MAMMY! MAMMY! . . . . . . . 78
THEY TUSSLED AND FOUGHT . . 126
LOBO
THE KING OF CURRUMPAW
I
Currumpaw is a vast cattle range in northern New Mexico. It is a land of
rich pastures and teeming flocks and herds, a land of rolling mesas and
precious running waters that at length unite in the Currumpaw River,
from which the whole region is named. And the king whose despotic power
was felt over its entire extent was an old gray wolf.
Old Lobo, or the king, as the Mexicans called him, was the gigantic
leader of a remarkable pack of gray wolves, that had ravaged the
Currumpaw Valley for a number of years. All the shepherds and ranchmen
knew him well, and, wherever he appeared with his trusty band, terror
reigned supreme among the cattle, and wrath and despair among their
owners. Old Lobo was a giant among wolves, and was cunning and strong in
proportion to his size. His voice at night was well-known and easily
distinguished from that of any of his fellows. An ordinary wolf might
howl half the night about the herdsman's bivouac without attracting more
than a passing notice, but when the deep roar of the old king came
booming down the cañon, the watcher bestirred himself and prepared to
learn in the morning that fresh and serious inroads had been made among
the herds.
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