. Campfires on desert and lava . e nose of a horse that was tied to thecorral fence. He lay lengthwise in the pile, wide awakeand angry, and was evidently ready either for fight orflight. Mr. Daniels snatched from me the shot-gun, tookcareful aim and shot the rattler half in two at the middle,completely wrecking its spine. Another flash of the lantern showed that the snakewas quite done for; and some one said cheerfully, Itsdead! The lantern was withdrawn. Look out, fellers! cried Daniels, excitedly. Drawing his 45-caliber six-shooter he fired five shots,as fast as he could pull trigger, into
. Campfires on desert and lava . e nose of a horse that was tied to thecorral fence. He lay lengthwise in the pile, wide awakeand angry, and was evidently ready either for fight orflight. Mr. Daniels snatched from me the shot-gun, tookcareful aim and shot the rattler half in two at the middle,completely wrecking its spine. Another flash of the lantern showed that the snakewas quite done for; and some one said cheerfully, Itsdead! The lantern was withdrawn. Look out, fellers! cried Daniels, excitedly. Drawing his 45-caliber six-shooter he fired five shots,as fast as he could pull trigger, into the black hole in thefence, opposite the snake. Naturally we expected to findthe rattler in a state of pulp, but a moment later, when wedragged it out, we found that not one of the revolver bulletshad touched it. That night the coyotes gathered around us in force,and it seemed to some of us as if our dogs spent half thenight in barking at them and chasing them through ourcamp. In the first rush, the dogs ran over the bed of Rube. _M ^ > m ^ ?£ DOWN THE SONOYTA TO THE LAVA 133 Daniels, and, quick as a trigger, he sat up, with his six-shooter in his hand and glared about him. Whats the matter. Rube ? said Jeff Milton. Areyou dreaming?* I guess so, said Rube, and once more he composedhimself for slumber. More than once a wild and eager chase led across thebed of a sleeper, causing audible discontent within; forno man likes to be turned into hunting territory for largegame. As the row went on, the hot language of seven menrose on the chilly air, and was lost in the vaulted etheroverhead. During the night our slumbers were frequently dis-turbed by some large wild animals that we had not countedupon; and what think you, perspiring Reader, that theywere ? Wild burros—donkeys—no more, no less. Thedesert about us contained dozens of them, all of themthoroughly man-shy, self-supporting and firm believersin the doctrine of the survival of the fittest. They findenough grass and gre
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