Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1857-06-18

| every now and then we could see great glow
ing eyes staring up into the tree where we were
seated And their yells they were loud, and
long, and hideous
know not how long we had remained in
this situation, for we had no means of ascer-
tanning the time when heard limb of the
the tree cracking as if beneath the weight of
some of US and moment afterwards shrek
went through my ears like piercing of knife.
A light form went down through the naked
branches, with dull heavy sound upon the
stiff snow
Oh, God ?" am gone !"
1t was the voice of Caroline Allen. The
poor girl never spoke again There was a
horrid dizziness and confusion in my brain,
and / spoke not and I stirred not, for the
whole at the time was like an ugly, unreal
dream. | only remember that there was
smothered groans and dreadful howls under
meath 1t was all over in moment Poor
Caroline She was literally eaten alive =
TIE wolves had frightful feast, and they be-
came raVing mad with the taste of blood
When / came fully to myself-when the
bor, lid dream went off-and it lasted but mo-
mept-I struggled to shake of the arms of my
sister whiL,h were clinging around me, and
could | have cleared myself, | should have
Jumped down ing the raving animals. But
when second thor, ,rht came over me, knew
that any attempt to rescue would DC useless
AS for poor Mason he was wild with horror.
lie had tried to follow Carartne when she tell
but he could not shake off the grasp oi MS
terrified sister. His youth and weak consul
tuition and frame were unable to stahd tne
dreadful trial and he stood close by my SIDE
with his hands firmly clenched and his teeti.
set closely, gasng down on the dark wran-
CLING creatures below, with the fixed stare of a
maniac. 1t was indeed terrible scene
Around was the thick, cold highland below
the ravenous wild beasts were tapping their
bloody jaws, and bowling for another victim.
The morning broke at last, and our fright
ful enemies fed at the first advance Of daylight
like SO many cowardly murderers. We wait
cd until the sun had risen, before we ventured
to crawl from our hiding places. We were
chilled throagh every limb was numb and
cold with terror and poor Mason was deliri-
ous, and ragged wildly about the things he had
witnessed There we're bloody stains around
the tree, and few loug, black hairs we're
trampled in the snow
We had gone but little distance, when we
we're net by eur friends from the settlement,
who had become alarmed at our absence
They were shocked at our wild and frghtful
appearance and my brothers have often told
me, that at first We all seemed like 50 many
craEed and brain sickened creatures, They
assisted US to reach come but Harry Mason
never recovered from the dreadful trial He
neglected his business, his studies, and his
friends, anon wurmuring to himself about that
dreadful night He fell to drinking soon after,
ar6 died miserable drunkard before age had
whitened single hair upon his head
For my part, 1 confess never recovered from
the terrors of the melancholy circumstances
which have endeavored to describe The
thought of it has haunted me like my shadow
and even now the scene comes at times freshly
before me in my dreams, and | wake up with
something of the same feeling of terror which
| experienced, when, more than half century
since, passed a night among the wolves.