Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-07-28

this hard, smooth snow, his speed is q
match for any wolf wounded like this on G.
Already he has almost come up with the
game, and is raising his knife for a sure
stroke, when the flying grey shadow in
front xof him suddenly wheels round
shoots up from the earth like o rocket, aud
falls right on the breast Of its pursuer.
down go man and wolf amid a whirl ofly-
ing snow, while shrill yell rings out on
the silent air, for even in the sudden shock
of that death grapple, Niadimir's knife has
found time to come home, and tho hot
blood pours over his face aud breast from
the wounded side of his adversary And
so, far out on the lonely pain, with the
cold moon looking pitilessly down upon it,
begins the tug for life and death. Over
and over they roll in the bloody snow, the
wolf clutching at the throat Of the man,
the man burying his knife in the side of
the wolf Crushed TO the earth beneath a
sitting weight-spent with his loug watch
and headlOng run-with certain death
glaring at him from the yellow, murderous
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, sweep
ing away all memory of his com.
AhANog LIS W lt3 his NENOltNlt llg lttlS
only the longing to tear and kill tingling
to his finger. ends, only the grim enjoy
ment of plunging his knife again and
again into that guant muscular side
where the life seems TO lie so deep See !
those merciless stabs are at length be.
ginning to tell; the fierce yellow eyes are
growing dim, the huge jaws quiver con-
vulsively, and from their edges the froth
and blood drip in hot flakes upon Nladi
mfrs face. But now, with a mighty eff
fort, the wolf wTenches his head from the
iron grasp of Vladimir's left arm; and
with one crunch of his strong teeth
breaks the bone below the elbow. The
limb drops poworlcss at his side. One
more desperate stab into the quivering
flesh of his enemy, and then nc feels the
savage teeth fastening upon his throat !:
everything swims around him, there is u
rushing as of water in his ears, thousand
sparks dance before Lis eyes, and then all
Is blank.
"God be praised, brother, that you are
still alive% said gIulfyoice in Vladimir's
ear Is he recovered consciousness while,
at the same moment, a sCf. arm was
thrown round his neck, and fervent
"Tbank GodW murmurcd by a sweet
voice that he knew we'll
Where am ] = kcd KovroH, looking
vacantly round, and recognizing first his
wife, and then his host of tho evening be-
fore.
Where are your repeated Alexey;
why, IL my hut, to be sure, where you've
been ever since we brought you in last
night. You know, when you went out,
We followed at a distance; and as soon as
we saw you start in chase of the wolf, We
set off after you; but its not everybody
that can run like yea, go we didn't catch
up to you till Uncle GreycoaC was begin.
ming to get the best of it. We'll, when
we'd settled him with our hatchets, we
carried you back here; and Sergei Anto-
novitch ran all the way to Sakolniki for
the German doctor, and hes been and tied
up your arm, and says you're sure to re-
cover if you only keep quiet
And recover he Did, sure enough; at
least, when met him at Bogorodsko last
summer, he was well enough TO run mile
shoulder TO shoulder with me, and break
thick sapling like stick OF sealing wax.
And after the race / went home to tea
with him, aud saw the VOLTS head (its
skin he had sold TO Russian Officer)
nailed up above the door of his hut. And
the old man who had lent him the knife
told me the whole story just as I've given
it you; and he told me too, that from that
day forward the whole village called
Vladimir nothing but "biujeek Bogatler,"
or the Peasant Hero.