, 1864-08-29
who Shot the Wolf?

ut lbduC " AAOu0h5hhuA OluD
with its yearly visit to the I" North Woods
of New York, has beenso long dh estab-
lished fact that any particular description
Of it or its members q entirely unnecessary
among knowing ones. Our present re.
spected Mayor, Professor L. de Garno
BroOkes; U. S. Treasurer Spinner, Of green,
back signature notoricty; George Dawson
Of the Albany EUenlag Journal; and q
host Of other good felbws belong to it, al
sufficient vouchers for Is stability and aris-
tocratic standing. ~ ''.s''77'
But to the sketch, drawn from life, that
awaits the readers eye.
1t was in leafy june" in the year be,
fore the Rebellion Of 81, that about dozen
members of the club started in from Boon
vile, the terminus Of the Black River Rail.
road, to 60 to the camp Of the Club, then
situated on the Fourth Lake Of the Fulton
chain, In the celebrated "John Brown
tract"
There was the "Boots Cashier" from
Utica; Bill Dutton, also from the same
place; the Alderman" from the Hudson,
below Albany; George Dawson, and the
Skeleton" who SO likes pork aud greens,
that salmon, moose-meat or venison are no
where, when they arc about, with him, all
in company, besides others whose names Dc
not occur to mo at this moment.
The party, not "cocked" but all "wel
primcd," started from the Boonville Hotel
at the dawn Of day, to foot 1t in to Arnold's
their traps, with the exception Of various
guns and revolvers, having started the night
before, under the care Of Ed. Arnold, the
old mans red-headed son, with the horse
train.
II is some twenty miles in to Arnold's
and the road cut or picked out about hun
dred years ago, having improved backwards
ever since, is not exactly turnpike, or very
pleasant for ramble. On over roots and
stones, rocks and gullies, through mud al
deep as purgatory and twice as sticky, wen
our party at the rate Of about two miles al
hour-certainly not more, perhaps less
The "Skeleton" labored fearfully, for h
was carrying weight-be it known, and ever
the honest face of Journalistic George gave
forth dew that bespoke unusual excrtior
on his part
But perseverance is ever rewarded, ant
just as the last rays Of the setting sun were
gliding the treo tops, the grey roof Of OLD
ArnOlds hOstelry gladdeued their weary
eyes
Just then, the Alderman, who had brought
new ride in with-hini, was regretting tina
they had seen no game on the way. Ant
us Il to reproach him for his want Of faitl
in Providence, at that moment huge grey
animal, with long bushy tail, was seer
bounding down the road towards them.
"a wolf! A wolff" cried Dawson ant
two or three others, who were supposed L
be we'll versed in the knowledge Of wild
beasts and beastesses, ,.l
In On instant every gun and revolver IL
the party was cooked and raised with deadly
aim towards the advancinganimal. Another
moment aud every gun and pistol was dis
charged. and the animal, with wild, un
earthly howl, fell dead to the ground.
The exultant party rushed on to view the
body of their victim.
II appeared upon examination that only
one shot had taken effect, aud that had
struck the beast between bis eyes, and o.
course killed him instantly.
"That was my shot!p cried tho Alder
man. "I aimed for his eyesw
No, sir--it was mineP cried Mr.. Gun
ther. al fired at his head, and it is vel
known that mover miss my aimw
"Gentlemen, you are both mistaken!
said the Professor. al had bead on thu
centre Of his forehead, and ! shoot an Og
den rife, you knOw!'
The dispute was growing hotter and hot
ter, when fourth person joined the party
it being no other than old Arnold, who was
as usual, half drunk, and now in towering
rage.
I SWho in thunder has shot my dog" h,
yelled. al want fifty dollars from the mai
that has shot my dogI''
"Your dogs" cried George Dawson
Z" Why, man, Il Is wolfp
"No, sir, only half wolff The other hal
hound, and worth more than any other dog
on the tract. / want iilly dollars from the
man that killed himp
There was silence then and there among
the disputsnts for the honorof having free
that death-shot. The Professor forgot in
moment that with his Ogden rife he haG
adrawn bead" on the fatcd beast. The
Mayor in embryo did not recollect that h
had fred at the head Of the wolf
And to this day II remains unknown whit
shot old Arnold wolf dog.