The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1869-11-04
GaIss, Sktttbss, anftOotts, TT.
TERRIFIC WOLF CHASE.

We are sure our readers will peruse the
following exciting extract from q volume
entitled ''Livouian Tales" The chase
the attack of the hungry pack-the COM
bat-the death struggle-the rescue
form altogether one of the most thrilling
scenes imaginable:
''One evening his way home led thro'
desolate, mornssy wood, which stretched
| for ten wersts on one side of his little farm
and where the track, deep between accu-
mutations of high snow, gave only just
sufficient width for the little horse and
sledgs. Mart's eyes were closed and his
senses heavy with WEAKNESS, but he soon
began to be aware that the animal was
quickening its pace unwontedly; again it
jerked forward-quicker still-and low
Deighing sound of terror efectually reused
the drowsy man. He looked in front
all was as usual, a wide. scaDty forest,
knee deep In bed of snow there were
pyramids of snow which showed the huge
ant-hills of the country--the heavens bright
the earth white-not q living object but
| the iorse before him. He looked behind
the scene was just the same-wbite
snow, and lesfless trees, and winding
track but close to the sledge were three
dark, gaunt animals, heavily galloping,
and another was fast gaining behind
The jaws of the foremost, with the lowness
| of the sIedGe, were within the reach of
Marts shoulder. He cared not for that
he knew it was his horse they wanted
frn and Raw in an instant that all de-
| pended on the animals courage moro than
on his own. If the frightened creature
could have the nerve to keep steady in the
track the chances were much in it's favor,
| for the moment the wolves turned off In
order to pass and get ahead of it, the depth
of the snow diminished their speed; but
| should the horse, in its terror, plunge aside
and founder in the snow, Mart knew it
would be lost. He leaned forward, called
the animal cheerfully by its name, and
laid bis hand on its back, as he was wont
to do in times of fatigue or dificulty-the
poor beast knew The kind voice and hand
! raised his ears, which were laid fiat
back with terror, and fell into an evener
pace.
ssMart shouted violently, but the wolves
we're either too keen or too many-it made
no impression. 1t was an awful time both
for master and horse. Mart kept his
hand on the animal, while his eye watch
ed the ferocious brutes, who were often
within arms length. He had hatchet,
which he always carried on these occa-
sions to chop the frozen fish /; he felt for
it, and grasped it in his hand, but forebore
to use it, for the closer the wolves kept at
the back of the sledge the less were they
seen by the horse. Every minute, how>.
over, one or more of them broke out of the
track in the attempt to pass and altho'
they instantly lost footing in the snow, yet
the unblinkered eyes of the little animal
had caught sight Of the dreaded foe, and
a plunge forward made Mart turn his eyes
with anxiety, to see that it kept straight
In the narrow track.
stOne of the wolves was more than usu-
ally huge and long-limbed, and more than
once it had contriyed, in spite of the deep
snow, to advance nearer abreast of the
sIedge than any of its companions. Upon
this grim creature Mart more especially
kept watch, and caught the green light
which played from its eyeballs. 1t turned
off again; the scow laid feeter for space;
the wolf kept its footing it gained, for
their pace is enormous the little horses
eyes glared round at it. Mart withdrew
| his hand, wet with the animals perspira-
! tion; the wolf was just beyond arms
reach, but he kept his hatchet in readiness.
The horse was in desperate gallop, and the