Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1884-02-28

LIE OAhNLh UT DEATH.
Take your stand hero nm ,h;. ~, a
ana you can LOOK down upon spectacle
rs excltlnS as anything offered in the
days OF plo .a-thir>ty Roman sports.
Stretchile -Nay TO the West is dip and
hoiio" md broken ground for mile.
Then. comes the grand prairie. swaepino
clear to The north fork OF the Republican
be1Gae it surrenders to the hills.
Dld ever human King have a crander
throne! he stands or a knoll covered
win rich, sweet grass, and even with
the naked eye you can see the violets
and biue-beus and forget me-nots peep.
ing between the blades. 1t is Il throne
OF wild flowers
len miles away are dozen moving
black specks. They are buffaloes.
Nothing else with life in it is nearer. The
kmg's domains ale rich in food and
drink, and the lazy sunshine tells OF
peace and ha-monv.
he stanr.s with head elevated. and
as he slowly turns in his tracks he
snIils the air for scent Of danger.
Who Is our King? A luiialo bali.
NatuTss monarch of Natures grand
pasfurage.
How came he here, alone and deprived
Of COMPROMISING Men become cvnics
and world-haters and shake of all
attempts at triendlineSS. So with AMI
mas. This monarch is here to pout
and sulk and feel aggrieved and Elan
for revenge.
All! High above him, with every foot
of ground under your eyes, YOU could
see no danger. HIS keen scent warne |
him of peril, and a wolf breaks cover
not one hundred feet away. He seemed
to rise from the very earth-not with a
bound and yell. but with a. quiet cool
rcss that bodies evil
The bull lowers his nead. AMI his ewes
fash a: the sight OF. the enemy who has
come to disturb lis ,evcries. COMPARE
their SIZE and s>rength. and YOU laugh
at ttle i'ea o. a wolf bringing harm to a
puiialo. inc blow from 4 hoof-one
loss TIC n the horns and the wolf would
he crashed and dead.
rOoh. IT'S an enemy not worth a
second glance: The wolf may look with
longing eyes, and lick his chops for
taste of blood, but he is wasting tine
IN that grove to the left a party of In
dlsns camped last night. He h,d Lest
shamblc across the broken ground and
hunt for bones and scraps.
What! another! AS the quail rises
from cover, SO that second wolf sud-
denly shows himself above the grass.
You can not say that the beasts even
suspect each others presence. They
are fifty feet apart. and both st and
stare straight at the monarch OF the
plains. The bull gives his head toss
as he sights the second arrival Wolves
hunt IN pairs. Here is the pair. Moth
ing strange in that.
les, rub your eyes to see if they are
clear, and you will find they haven't
deceived you. Up pops a third, fourth,
fifth and sixth wollish head. followed
by body which is ever gaunt and lean
ever the synonym OF hunger. One
wolf created nothing beyond moment
airy surprise; the pair bred a feeling a.
contempt; the six of them may bring
. peril
And so the monarch evidently rea-
sons. He paws the ground, shakes his
head. and that low below expresses
anxiety as well rs defance. He could
wheel and rush away, and in an hour
he could be feeding with the herd. But
there are pride and obstinacy and jeal-
ousy to be consulted. No deputation
has come from the herd to coax and
reason with him and he will do battle
for his life rather than give in. It is
both man-like and brute-like.
What! Ha 7e the six multiplied SO
Fast? Just a moment ago we saw only
The half-dozen; now tlerc are ten
twelve -sixteen-they are rising from
the earth all around him! The bull
turns as if en- pivot. Wolves to the
rOrth-thc east the south lie west
The circle is complete. Watch him!
When man must die in the presence
of his enemies le. him de like a war
r'ior. The monarch knows what this
gathering means He sees the lolling
tongues, and he hears the crashing of
teeth. There is no help for him. He
must die like craven or prove his
courage.
The wolves have been sitting as quiet
as so many blocks of stone placed on
the grass. That roar of defiance puts
life into them, and they move nearer
Curious rantomime! A grand old
buffalo turning slowly round and
round i'm his tracks to eve each sepa-
rate wolf and watch every molten. A
score and a half of gaunt, grim. wait
ing beasts-every eye fixed upon a COM
mon center-every fang sharpened for
a feast
Sw!sh-swirl-rush!
The circle closes in at the signal. and
for fifteen seconds the eye is confused.
1t appears as if some one hidden in
the grass was tossing and waving
strips of gray and white cloth. The roars
of the bull are almost drowned in the
yelps and growls and bowls of the as
sailants.
Good! There is game there! The
monarch has used his horns and hoofs
to such good purpose that the circle has
opened away from him. Legs and
tanks and shoulders have been bitten,
and teeth have drawn blood where 8
bullet would hardly penetrate, but he is
not disarmed. Under his feet are two
dead wolves two more limp around out
side the circle.
Um-m-m-m! Paw! Toss: Come again
If you dare!
There is the rush, the swirl, the
strange spectacle of gray-white bundles
jumping over each other, and the circle
falls back again to breathe
Ho. no! There are long tufts of hair
on the grass. more dead wolves, spots
of blood. The bull shakes his head and
seems weak on his legs. A spy-glass