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Show FIGHT WITH A COYOTE. Ranchman's Thrilling- Story of Battle Bat-tle With Mad Beast. The white-whiskered patient at the Pasteur Institute, says the Chicago Chronicle, Is Charles 13. Clayton, a ranchman and sheepherder of Bycrs. He Is 09 years old, but possessed of the strength and activity of an athlete. His face, his right hand and his right leg were torn by the bites of a coyote that attacked him In the dark In a sheep pen. All the wounds have been cauterized, "I had charge of 2000 sheep on my ranch near Byers," Mr. Clayton said ' yesterday. "Of course we find It ncccs-sary ncccs-sary to be on the outlook at all times for tho wolves, bears and other wild beasts which sneak Into the pens. The night of February' 14th long after after the fiock hnd settled down to rest and I had gone to bed I heard a terrible commotion com-motion in the pen. I rushed out with a lantern and found the sheep In wild disorder. dis-order. Suddenly something sprang on my back, I thought It was a wildcat, I swung my lantern over my head and struck the object, which fell to tho ground. A moment later It sprang upon me again, this time upon my breast. I saw it was a coyote. The eyes of tho animal were blazing like balls of fire. It seized my nose and Its teeth pierced to the bone. Again I struck It with tho lantern and It fell, badly lacerating my nose. The blow I struck caused tho flame of the lantern to be extinguished. I had barely time to move when my enemy was on me again, catching my right hand In Its teeth. "I swung It off the ground and gave it a kick, its teeth tearing through the flesh of my hand as It rolled away in the snow. I then went to the house, relighted re-lighted my lantern and returned to the sheep pen. I had a long pole with me and I began poking around In the corners cor-ners of the pen, when suddenly the coyote coy-ote again sprang from an obscure spot and fastened its teeth in my right leg just above the knee. I caught It by the neck, tore It loose and dashed It to tho ground and kicked It The animal rolled over and over, but sprang to Its feet and out of the pen. I thought little of the matter until the next day, when some young cowboys came to the ranch with tho dead body of my enemy of the night before. They paid the coyote, which was plainly mad, had attacked them on the plains and one of them hnd shot It. My friends then bundled me off to Chicago." |