Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-07-14
THE STORY OF "JlM."
A C,yo.e, Captured with Dinieuity, Was
Spoiled in the Menaserie.

A C,yo.e, Captured with Dinieulty, Was
Spoiled in the Menaserie.
''N-hat do / know about coyotes, young
manr' he asked, throwing himself back in
bis chair by the way, we don't call them
kai-otes; k-a-i-o-t-ees, kai-o'tees is the way
to pronounce it And let me say right here
that I've seen many man get into trouble
by doing what you have just done. Out west
we don't like to have our feelings hurt We're
mighty sensitive about some things young
man, and coyotes-kai-o-tees, l say, 50 you
won't make that mistake again-is one Of
them I've seen the boys shoot for less than
that you ever 60 out in Wyoming, don't
you forget that it is kai-o-tee, kai-o-tee,n and
be bit the end Of long cigar and struck a
match.
well, you ask me what know about
them. / once owned a cayote; that IS, !
owned part interest in him I think that
was the finest cayote l ever saw. He was
simply the tarnationalist all fighter you ever
saw. Fight!-hed fight anything, that crit
ter / once turned him loose on the cham
pion bulldog OF Evanston, and wish you
could have seen that dog after the first
minute He looked ike rag baby. We
l don't suppose you ever heard about Hill
lard It's on the n. p, not far from Evans
ton; not big place, you know-water tank,
flume and four charcoal kilns. We were
rounded up there in 70, with 20, 600 sheep,
and that cayote used TO come around camp
at night bowling funeral dirges, until we
made up our minds we wanted him Well,
we got him, but we had big job on our
hands
-Four Of US started out ON horseback with
lariats to lasso him. We chased him for
about fifteen miles, trying for him all the
time, but we couldn't get him. Finally he
got dead beat. and turned. Then the real
circus began One Of the boys hooked him
the first time, but that critter chewed the
lariat in two in three minutes he backed
up against sage brush and snapped and
snarled like a mad dog. He had wicked
looking set Of teeth, and nobody dared to
touch him Three times we hooked him, and
each time he chewed the lariat in two. He
was fuller of fight than ever. We had only
one good lariat left, and that was Bill Ryder's
Bill allowed that he would fix that cayote.
He rode of about 100 feet and got his moose
ready He was mighty handy with rope,
and when | saw his game ! said; Now, Mr..
Cayote, you're done for
''Bill dug his spurs into his bronco and
they came on like a whirlwind- As he rushed
past the cayote his lariat shot out in q circle
no bigger than hat He caught Mr.. Cayote
square around the neck and jerked him
twenty feet. That took the life out of him,
and he did not try to chew anything again
that day We got him TO camp and chained
him to a stake. That night he almost chewed
the stake through. After that we fixed him
with an iron picket How Jim used TO howl
at firsti 1t was simply terrible. We broke
ham of that, though, by taking him of out of
sight and leaving him alone at night. When
we moved camp we used TO chuck Jim into a
sack and tie it up around him, just letting his
head stick out Then we'd dump him into
the provision wagon
I'VE kept Jim for q year, and be got so
attached to us that believe he wouldn't
have run away if we had unclaimed him; but
we never gave him the chance. The next
summer we struck Green river. If you've
ever been there you'll remember that right
in front Of the railroad restaurant at the sta
ton there is large cage Its full Of prairie
dogs, rabbits and other email animals. The
proprietor of the restaurant wanted Jim for
his menagerie, and after talking the thing
over we decided TO sell him for $40. So Jim
went into the menagerie. The next morning
we went down to see him His new owner
was distracted. All that WAS left of that
menagerie was jim He'd chewed the whole
thing up. The floor Of the big cage was COW
cred with fur, bones and skins, while Jim sat
in one corner, his eyes bloodshot and rest
less and his long, white teeth cleaning white
He snapped at every one who came near him
and looked just as he did the day he backed
up against the sage brush.
1.-The man gave us another $40 to take him
away, but that night spoiled Jim. He was
never contented with bacon after that, and
he got to be great nuisance. We unclaimed
him, hoping be would strike out for himself,
but he used to hang around camp, bowling
all night long. We chased him of with
stones, fred our six shooters and did every
thing we could to frighten him away, but it
was 10 use. Finally, we took pity on him
aud let him alone, but he began to droop
Civilized life was too much for him, and be
died two months after his night In the
menagerie New York Tribune