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Show IJOGS BATTLE WITH (OYOTKS Save .Master's Life Wlit'u Rabid Aai-nial Aai-nial Attacks Him in Storm' I Dr. T. B. Beatty, secretary of the state board of health, wants to give j the Pasteur treatment to three shepherd shep-herd dogs who saved the life of their master, Eli Black, by fighting a monster mon-ster rabid coyote to a standstill on the snow-covered waste ten miles north of Low station, on the Western West-ern Pacific. Black told the story of canine devotion at the board of health office yesterday. When he concluded, Dr. Beatty said: "I want to give the Pasteur treatment treat-ment to these dogs. Where was there ever greater devotion? They shall at least be put on the leash and given a 90 day chance for life but I want to give them the Pasteur treatment. I wish I could." Black herds sheep for the bountiful bounti-ful Livestock Company in the desert district north of Low station, with camp quarters in Puddle Valley!' Yesterday a week ago, with a biting wind dashing the snow in his face, he turned towards the camp fire, accompanied ac-companied by his three dogs. His big sombrero was drawn down over his eyes to break the shower of the freezing snow. He was beating it sturdily along, the dogs trailing close behind or trotting laboriously by his side, when a stronger blast than usual made him lift his head. I About "three jumps away," as the shepherd put it, and directly in front of him a big coyote was on the leap. ' With presence of mind he threw out hiB hands, but that was all that he could do, for the beast was upon him. Both the shepherd and the coyote j fell to the ground with a crash and then the brave dogs "gathered." j A fierce battle ensued and Black ! bore on to the camp, three quarters j of a mile away. The coyote dashed i at his heels, refusing to keep up the J fight with the dogs. He sprang j again and again at the hard driven i shepherd, but every time the faith- i ful collies dragged him down and j held him for a time in a rough and i tumble in the snow. 1 Black toiled on, helpless to injure j the crazed animal and almost hope- less of escape. The coyote's head j was swollen and covered with froth, i i The dogs held to their task and i the mad coyote held to his, that, apparently of tearing the shepherd down and ending his life. Every time the infuriated beast tore from the claws and teeth of his canine enemies, he dashed ferociously upon Black. The desperate battle left a bloody trail over a half a mile long, but the camp fire was in sight. The struggle had increased in fury all the way, and Black's strength was gone. Raising his arms in appeal to the skies, he said he gave up and collapsed col-lapsed in the snow. "What happened then?" Dr. Beatty asked. "I hardly know," said Black. "The dogs ran over me as I lay, and stretched out their heads to the coyote, coy-ote, but they seemed tired, and made no advance. They just stood on me like, reaching out to the thing. The coyote seemed as if he could not come back, and I think he turned turn-ed tail and ran off across the desert. My dogs stayed with me and after a while I got up and made it to the camp." Black's right Index finger is badly bad-ly torn and his defenders are severely severe-ly gashed and lacerated. Black is but a youth. His face is deeply tanned tan-ned with the wind and sun. He showed no fear of the possible result of the coyote's bites, save for his "good dogs," as he called them. |