The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-30
Lobo, King of Wolves, and His Famou
 Band.

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 Old Lobo, or the king, as the Mexi- cans called him, was the gigantic lead CT of remarkable pack of gray wolves that had ravaged the Currumpaw val ley for a number of years. All the shepherds and ranchmen knew him we'll, and wherever he appeared with his trusty band terror reigned supreme among the cattle, and wrath and de- spair 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 ordina- ry 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 canon the watcher bestirred himself and prepared to learn in the morning that fresh and serious inroads had been made among the herds.
 Old Lobo's band was but small one. This never quite understood, for usu- ally, when a wolf rises to the position and power that he had, he attracts a numerous following. It may be that he had as many as he desired, or perhaps his ferocious temper prevented the in- crease of his pack. Certain 1t is that Lobo had only five followers during the latter part of his reign. Each of these, however was wolf of renown. Most of them were above the ordinary size; one in particular, the second in con- mand, was a. veritable giant, but even he was far below the leader in size and prowess. Several of the band besides the two leaders" were especially noted. One of these was a beautiful white wolf, that the Mexicans called Blanco, or Blanca; this was supposed to be female, possibly Lobo's mate. Anoth- CT was a yellow wolf of remarkable swiftness, and which, according to current stories, had on several occa- sions captured an antelope for the pack There came under my observa- tion an incident that will illustrate Lobo as an aggressor of diabolical cun- ming. These wolves had at least one pursuit which was merely an amuse- ment, and apparently not at all con- nected with their appetite for food; it was, as has already been tntimated, stampeding and killing sheep. The sheep are usually kept in focks of from one thousand to three thousand under one or more shepherds At night they are gathered in the most sheltered place available, and herdsman sleeps on each side of the flock to give addi- tional protection. Sheep are such senseless creatures that they are lia- ble to be stampeded at night by the veriest trifle, but they have deeply en- grained in their nature one, and per- haps only one, strong weakness, viz, to follow their leader. And this the shepherds turn to good account, by putting half dozen goats in the flock of sheep. The latter recognize the su- perior intelligence of their bearded cousins, and when night alarm oc- CUTS they crowd around them, and usually are thus saved from stam- pede. But it was not always so. One night, late in last November, two Peri co shepherds were aroused by an onset of wolves Their focks huddled to- gether around the goats, which, being neither fools nor towards, stood their ground and were bravely defiant; but alas for them, no common wolf was heading this invasion. Old Lobo, the weir-wolf, knew as well as the shep- herds that the goats were the moral force of the flock, 90, hastily running over the backs of the densely packed sheep, he fell on these leaders, slew them all in few minutes. and soon had the luckless sheep stampeding in g. thousand different directions. rom ''The King of Currumpaw: A Wolf Story" by Ernest D. Thompson in the November Scrlbner.
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