A large wolf had killed and partially eaten a sheep in a
corral close to the ranch house, and Porter started on the trail, and
followed him at a jog-trot nearly ten miles before the hounds sighted
him. Running but a few rods, he turned viciously to bay, and the two
great greyhounds struck him like stones hurled from a catapult, throwing
him as they fastened on his throat; they held him down and strangled him
before he could rise, two other hounds getting up just in time to help
at the end of the worry.
Ordinarily, however, no two greyhounds or deer-hounds are a match for a
gray wolf, but I have known of several instances in Colorado, Wyoming,
and Montana, in which three strong veterans have killed one. The feat
can only be performed by big dogs of the highest courage, who all
act together, rush in at top speed, and seize by the throat; for the
strength of the quarry is such that otherwise he will shake off the
dogs, and then speedily kill them by rabid snaps with his terribly armed
jaws.
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