The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-10-05

uidIHCu Ills grass anu SAIL on tell me
this brute generally comes about mid
night; so between eleven and twelve !
shall take this carcass to the crossroads,
and throw it there as q bait for him, hid
ing myself in The fence hard by. When
he comes up | shall attack him and then
let it be as God wills. But, you, broth
ers, mind and don't say word of this to
any one, lest my Masha Mary should
hear OF it. 1t get off, there is no need
for her to know about the matter at all
and, If I'm killed she'll hear about it soon
enougb-GOd help her. Now, Alexcy
Nlkolalevitch, if you can spare me your
bed for awhile, III take nap to freshen
me for my work"
And few moments later this nameless
hero (himself all unconscious OF doing
anything heroic) was sleeping as calmly
as ii deadly conflict, from which he had
Little or no chance of escaping, were not
awaiting him four hours later.
Midnlght-cold, dreary, ghostly A
dead, grim silence over the lifeless village
and lonely high road. A faint gimmer
Of moonlight, giving weird, spectral
look to the half-seen outlines Of the dark,
silent log huts, and making the gloomy
depths Of the encircling forest seem all
the blacker. A shapeless mass lying out
upon the hard snow of the crossroads and
a dark figure crouched behind fence
hard by, with something in its hand
which gli.ters as the moonlight falls
upon it.
weary, weary WORK, crOuching there in
the darkness, with the stiffening fingers
clutchirg the heavy Ratchet, and the
strained ears watchful to catch the slight
est sound. Hark was that not low
howl from the far distance? No, ii was
but the wind moaning through the skele-
ton branches of the forest. Patience
yet! llark again and this time there is
no mlstaking the sound; not the long,
melancholy howl wherewith "a supperless
wolf may be heard bem0aning himself
on the outskirts OF Moscow, almost any
night IN the week, but quick, snarling
cry, az Of one VINO sees his food near at
hand, and wishes to hasten its arrival.
And there gliding ghost like over the
great waste Of snow, comes long, gaunt
shadow, straight, swift. answering, to
ward yGnder shapeless mass of carrion on
the highway, upon which he pounces
with fierce, worrying snarl that makes
even the brave heart OF the listener
stand still for moment with involunta
| ry horror. Now is Valdimir's time To
rush out at once might scare the beast
away he must first try to cripple it. The
axe flies at the monsters head With the
force of catapult but the dim light de
ceives his aim, and it hits the for eshoulder
instead, tearing 1T open with frightful
cash, from which the blood gushes fl cely
over the snow.
| With a sharp howl of pain, the wolf
turns and flies but the swittest foot in
! BorOrodskUe is hard ut his heels. After
his long, weary virgil this brca knock
chase is like the very breath of lite to
Vladimir,and over this hard smooth snow
| his speed is match 70" any wolf wound.
cd like this one. Already he has almost
come up with the game, and is raising his
knife for sure stroke, when the flying
grey shadow in front Of him suddenly
wheels around, shoots up from the earth
| like a rocket, and falls right on the
breast of its pursuer.
Down goes man and wolf among a whirI
Of flying snow, while shrill yell rings
out upon the silent snow, for even in the
sudden shock Of chat death grapple, Via
dimir's knife has found time to come
home, and the hot blood pour5 over his
face and breast from the wounded side
of his adversary. And SO, far out on the
| lonely plain, with the cold moon looking
pitilessly down upon it, begins the tug
for life or death Over and over they
roll in the bloody snow. the wolf clutch
| of ba n Of No
barying the knife in the side of the wolf
Crushed to the earth beneath sitting
weight--spent with his long watch and
! headlong chase-with certain death glar
ing at him from the yellow, murderou;
eyes of the savage brute, the stubborn
Russian still fights doggedly on. In the
hot fury of that mortal struggle the fierce
hunter nature awakes, sweeping away
all memory of his comrades, his wife, hi:
devotion, he feels only the longing tc
tear and kill tingling to his very finger
ends, only the grim enjoyment of plung
ing his knife again and again into the
gaunt, muscular side where the life Seems
to lie SO deep. See those merciless stab
are at length beginning to Tell ; The huge
jaws culver convulsively. the fierce yellow
eyes are growing dim, and the froth and
blood drip in hot flakes upon VIadimir's
face. But now, with mighty effort the
wolf wrenches his head from the iron
grasp OF Vladimir S left arm. and
with one fierce crunch of his strong teeth
breaks the bone below the elbow. The
limb drops powerless at his side. One
more desperate stab into the quiverine
flesh of his enemy and he feels the savage
teeth fastening upon his throat; every
thing swims around him, and there is a
rushing as OF water in his ears, thous.
and sparks dance before his eyes, and
then all is blank
MGnd he rnraiSed hrnthAr that van o re