very wood of the pen that confined him and first last and most of all he hated beauty but beauty smith had a purpose in all that he did to white one day a number of men gathered about the pen beauty smith entered club in hand and took the chain from oflf white s neck when his master had gone out white turned loose and tore around the pen trying to get at the men outside he was terrible fully five feet in length and standing two and feet at the shoulder he far a wolf of corresponding size from his mother he had inherited the heavier proportions of the dog so that he weighed without any fat and without an of superfluous flesh over ninety pounds it was all muscle bone and � fighting flesh in the finest condition the door of the pen was being opened again white paused something unusual was happening he waited the door was opened wider then a huge dog was thrust inside and the door was shut behind him white had never seen such a dog it was a but the size and fierce aspect of the intruder did not him here was something not wood nor iron upon which to his hate he leaped in with a flash of that down the side of the s neck the shook his head growled the reign of hate and plunged at white but white was here there and everywhere always and and always leaping in and with his and leaping out again in time to escape punishment the men outside shouted and applauded while beauty smith in an ecstasy of delight over the and performed by white there was no hope fo r the m from the first he was too ponderous and slow in the end while beauty smith beat white back with a club the was dragged out by its owner then there was a payment of and money in beauty smith s hand white came to look forward eagerly to the gathering of the men around his pen it meant a fight and this was the only way that was now vouchsafed him of expressing the life that was in him tormented to hate he was kept a prisoner so that there was no way of satisfying that hate except at the times his master saw fit to put another dog against him beauty smith had estimated his powers well for he was invariably the victor one day three dogs were turned in upon him in succession another day a full grown wolf fresh caught from the wild was in through the door of the pen and on still another two dogs were set against him at the same time this white was his fight and although in the end he killed them both he was himself half killed in doing it in the fall of the year when the first were falling and ice was running in the river beauty smith took passage for himself and white on a bound up the to white had now achieved a reputation in the land as � the fighting wolf he was known far and wide and the cage in which he was kept on the steam boat s deck was usually by curious men he raged and at them or lay quietly and studied them with cold hatred why should he not hate them he never asked himself the question he knew only hate and lost himself in the passion of it life had become a hell to him he had not been made for the close confinement wild beasts endure at the hands of men and yet it was in precisely way that he was treated men stared at him sticks between the bars to make him and then laughed at him they were his these men and they were the clay of him into a more ferocious thing than had been intended by nature nevertheless nature had given him where many another animal would have died or had its spirit broken he adjusted himself and lived and at no expense of the spirit possibly beauty smith the reign of hate and was capable of breaking white s spirit but as yet there were no signs of his succeeding if beauty smith had in him a devil white had another and the two of them raged against each other in the days before white had had the wisdom to down and submit to a man with a club in his hand but this wisdom now left him the mere sight of beauty smith was sufficient to send him into of fury and when they came o close and he had been beaten back by the club he went on growling and and showing his the last growl could never be extracted from him no matter how terribly he was beaten he had always another growl and when beauty smith gave up and withdrew the defiant growl followed after him or white sprang at the bars of the cage his hatred when the arrived at white went ashore but he still lived a life in a cage surrounded by curious men he was as the fighting wolf and men paid fifty cents in gold dust to see him he was given no rest did he lie down to sleep he was stirred up by a sharp stick � so that the audience might get its money s worth in order to make the exhibition interesting he was kept in a rage most of the time but worse than all this was the atmosphere in which he lived white he was regarded as the most fearful of wild beasts and this was borne in to him through the bars of the cage every word every cautious action on the part of the men impressed upon him his own terrible ferocity it was so much added fuel to the flame of his there 