Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-08-23

the road like shot. As for Peter, he
rolled over on his back, and kicked his
heels in huge enjoyment of success.
Loud and long he laughed, occasionally
varying the performance by making the
forest ring with the repetition of the
wild, savage cry that had struck such
terror into uncle Toms heart. But there
is an end to all things, and so after
awhile, there was an end to Peters
mirth, and he was about to resume his
| journey, when he heard sound that
sent the cold shivers coursing ever his
body, and almost froze the blood in
his veins. The wolves had heard the
successful imitation of their music
and were coming down, full cry upon
him. .t II s...,a
In an instant he realized his position
and peril. From the sounds he knew
that the wolves were coming down on
each side Of the path he had Just trav-
eled, and therefore the nearest point
Of safety was his own clearing, more
than a mile away.
All this passed through his mind like
a flash, and then calling all his energies
into play, he dashed down the path
with scarcely less speed and terror than
did uncle Tom Barry. Peter was a
famous runner, anu had come off vic
tor in many trial of speed, when the
people had come together at raising
or a log-rolling; but this was no holiday
game. He was not taxing his muscle
to WIN the applause of admiring friends
or to crafty an ambition to excel.
| The race was for life.
Down the long slope that led to Pit
kin's hollow, and up the ascent be-
yond, fled Peter, while hardly a hun
cred yards behind came snarline
pack, hungry and fierce The life of
an unarmed man would not be worth
a minutes purchase could they once
surround him. This Peter acknowledged
to himself, as thought entered his
mind to stand on the defensive; so he
abandoned the thought before it was
fully formed, and braced himself anew
for he flight.
Down another long slope, across a
broad sheet of ice at it's foot, and
Lethering's Hill with its long, straight
ascent, lay before him. He shuddered
as he glanced at its ragged side, for he
felt his strength would scarcely suffice
to carry him to the top. The perspira.
ton streamed from every pore-his
| breath came in short, wheezy gasps-
his steps were becoming unsteady, and
once striking his foot against a loose
stone, he prevented himself from fall
Ing only by an extra exertiOn SO great
that the bloed spurted from his nostrils,
and flames seemed to leap before his
vision.
Still he kept on, though it seemed
madness to nope, for his pursuers had
gained on him fearfully; he knew it by
the beating Of their footsteps; but with
eagerness inspired by mortal terror he
ran on, hoping to gain only the brow OF
the hill, for there the ground became
more open, and his own cabin was but
a few yards beyond. He felt very sure
that his .pursuers would not follow him
beyond the summit, but could he reach
it before they would close upon him?
No, by his own exertions, for Just
as the thought passed through his
mind his foot caught q gnarled root
! that extended across the way, and he
fell heavily forward, his head striking
the frozen ground, and he lay sense
| less.
When Peter recovered consciousness
he found himself hanging over the
broad shoulders of his brother John,
and about to enter his own door. Here
he soon collected his scattered senses
and was able to listen intelligently to
his brothers account Of the rescue.
Uncle Tom Barry, in his flight, had
stopped at the cabin long enough to
shout through the window that the
wolves were out, and hurried on. John
who lived with his brother knowing
that Peter must come to the same
path, took his gun and walked out to
to the edge of the forest, where he
halted to listen. But a short time
elapsed before he heard the sound Of
the pursued and the pursue1s, and
rushing down the hill he arrived upon
the scene just In time to leap between
Peters PROSTATE form and the wolves,
the foremost Of whom were less than
ten feet distant. Taking steady aim, he
sent bullet through the animals
brain, and then, while the pack were
fighting terribly over the dead body Of
their comrade, he sluog Peter over his
back, and gained the open ground in
perfect safety.
Peter frankly told the whole truth
about the affair, from beginning to end
and concluded the story with the en-
phatic assertion that as long as he lived
he would never be guilty Of such an
other practical joke; VOW he faith
fully kept.
We commend his resolution to ali
practical jokers. Nothing is more fool
ish and reprehensible than the average
of practical jokes. The temptation to
perpetrate one comes often, but
should always be resisted.
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