Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1851-01-18
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From Miss Mclnt Sis Christmas GIi'.'
THE WOLF CHASE.
BN G. WHITEHEAD.

During the winter Of 1914, being enga-
ged in the northern part OF Maine, l had
much leisure to devote TO the wild sports
of new country. 20 none OF them was
| more passonately addicted than to ska
ting, The deep and sequeStered lakes OF
this State, frozen by the intense cold OF the
northern winter, presents wide field to
the lovers Of this paStIme. Often would l
bind on my skates, and glide away on the
glittprlng river, and wind each mazy
strramet that flowed beneath its tetterS Oh
toward the parent ocean, forgetting all the
whi!e time and distance in the luxurious
sense of the gIiterng MISUNDERSTANDING OF
nothing in the easy fight, but rather dream
ing, as | looked through the transparent
ice at the long weeds aud creaSeS that nod
ded in the current beneath, and seemed
wrestling with the waves TO let them 60 ;
or would follow on the track of some OF
ter, and run my skate along the mark he
had left with his dragging tail until the trail
would enter the woods. Sometimes these
excursions were made by moonlight, and 1t
was on one of those occasions that mad
rencontre which, even now, with KIND Ia
ceS around me, | cannot recall without a
nervous feeling.
had left my friends house one evening
lust before dusk, with the intention of ska
ting a short distance up the noble kenne-
bee, which gllded directly before the door.
The night was beautifully clear. A peer
less moon rode through an occasionally
| heecy cloud, and stars twinkled from the
| sky and from every frost covered tree IN
millions. You wonder at the light that
came gIittering from the ice, and snow
wreathed and inCruStef branches, as the
eyes followed for miles the broad glram o.
the Kennebrc, that like a jewalIed zone
swept between the mighty FORESTS on 1T
banks. And vet all was still. The colo
seemed to have frozen tree, and air, anC
water, and every thing that moved. Ever
the ringing of my skates on the ice echoed
back from the Mocasin Hill with a startln!
clearnpss, and the crackle OF the ice as
passed over it in my course seemed to fol
low the tide Of the river with Lightning
speed.
! had gone up the river nearly tw
miles, when, coming to o little strear
which empties into the larger, | turned i
to explore its course. Fir and hemlock c
: century's growth met overhead, and form
ed an archway radiant with frost work.
All was dark within, but | was young ain
fearless, and as peered into an unbroke
forest that reared itself on the boarders {
the stream, / laughed with very joyou
: ness, my wild hurra rang through the sIler
: woods, and l stood listening to the ect
I that reverberated again and again, until a
n was hushed. thought how often the II
n dian hunter had concealed himself behr
these very trees-how often his arrow b;
pierced the deer by this very stream, al
It his wild halloo had here rung for his vi
l. tory. And then, turning from fancy
n reality, watched a couple of white ow
l. that sat in their hooded state, with rutli
pantaletts and long ear tabs, debating IN
lent conclave the affairs of their iroz
- realm, and wondering if they, "tor all the
i feathers were cold," when suddenly SOU
arose-it seemed to come from beneath I
ice; it sounded low and tremulous at fl