The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-11-24

1 AOdllnS around IN the or last 1ue>Id.
morning in the neighborhood east of the
town. The occasion OF it all was the
4 proposed wolf hunt.
Grand Marshal Charles Elliott arose
carly that morning and took q look down
/ into the draw northeast OF his place
/ He rubbed his eyes and took another
/ look. and then proceeded to get busy.
There were three coyotes in sight, and
he knew thee rowds would arrive soon
and he was anxious to hold the game
until the boys arrived for the roundup
he saddled a horse, and the way he
sailed around and around that section
was z caution; and that melodious voice
! Of his cheered the early arrivals until
they imagined that ravine was packed
full Of wolves, just aching to be shot.
Colonel Bill Sharp, who was in COM
mand of the illustrious coyote killers
from the north, was also soon in action
and marshalhng his forces in fierce ar
ray along the northern boundary. Tan
ner Anderson, tall and grim, stood. a
pillar of strength, among the solid pha-
lanx o. this northern contingent; and as
an adn1ir;ng aeighbor viewed the inspir-
ing spectacle he allowed that if any
wolves came Tanners way it would be
like feeding canary birds to tom cat.
The lines were hurriedly formed around
the section, and the triumphant march
begun. A view Of the field Of action
is here necessary. Away 10 the east
ward Ray Lewellen, Earl Marston and a
score of other noted marksmen were grit
ting their teeth and swearing by the
beak OF a goosegander that they could
kill any wolf that ever wore hair, il
it would Just come their way. on the
rapidly forming west line Ack Kinzer 5
bran new hunting coat doomed up for
miles. Clarence WheIan was also there,
prepared to demolish all the coyotes on
Poverty Ridge or die in the attempt.
Jess Elliott also looked well TO the west,
and kept a sharp lookout for wolves.
Dexter Congdon, with mis- cherished
Pump" that was good for easily six
coyotes in three ana one-half seconds,
made great strides through the frosty
atmosphere on the western horizon. Cap
tain Yves Smith of the cavalry brigade
waved his long arms in the air, and the
march began.
Up from the south came a line Of men.
The march was well on before the clas-
sic features of "Jedge" Congdon were
recognized. He was meanderipg idly up
the draw. armed with nothing but his
legal ability. but prepared to hold court
and convict the first wolf brought in,
on the charge of rObbing a hen roost.
Rich. Wo1enden, who is always careful
and considerate, took detail of men
and acted as a body guard for the
Tod fo-- ~ hsrr hut
the "Jedge" was entirely oblivious 10
the fact. so intent was he on the chase.
Cad Haynes helped TO direct the forces
from the south.
The ranks were closing in so that a fair
view of the motley assemblage could be
made out, when something happened.
Out from the draw popped a streak of
yellow. 1t wasn't seen by everybody.
and the streak stopped to see what all
the fuss was about an dto size up the
situation. Then a horse man from tho
north sailed out of the line ahead of the
footmen and commenced popping away
with a rife. This started the coyote.
and it was off with whirl. Excitement
was Intense. Tom Potter fell down at
this stage of the game and skinned his
nose. Ira Kief whistled a few times. in
the hopes that it would come his way
and then settled down to watch the fun.
From here on reports differ. One thing
was sure, the ''varmint' was making for
the north. toward the invincible Tanner,
and everybody drew a sigh of relief. Tan
ner would fix him. There was a mix-up
of dogs, dust. guns. men and smoke.
and a clash of arms. and chorus of
yells that would turn Comanche In
dian green with envy-and it was all
over. But the coyote o where was he?
He was sailing away gleefully to the
northward, his tail waving farewell sa-
lutte. About an hour afterward one Of
Mike Kirchmer's boys took a shot at
coyote UP at his place that was going
like the wind, probably the same crit
ter''-who knows?
There is little left to tell. The great
roundup was pretty much of a "foozle."
After it was all over It was dead easy
tell how it should have been done. but
there were no more accommodating coy
otes to practice on. Harve .Shirk felt
awful bad about it, That morning he
had barsained to deliver sixteen wolf hides
to Oft Wright. and he said he felt that
he would not he able to deliver the goods
There are wolves in that country. but
the ffty-odd men that were out there
Tuesday will bear witness that they are
not the kind of wolves that will come
trotting up to be shot