The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1891-09-04
FIGHTING A MAD WOLF.
Dangerous Guest Hidden I'm New
Mexican House.

| A Dangerous Guest Hidden I'm a New
Mexican House.
My room was at the end of along hall.
! was familiar with every crook and turn
about the house and didn't need light,
so passed into my room and closed the
door. 1t occurred to me then to take
smoke, so felt around in the dark and
found cigar, and struck a match to
light it. The next minute I think you
could have knocked me down with
feather. Away down in the darkness
under the bed two fiery eyes shone out
like burning Goals just for that brief mo-
ment that the match was burning and
then it went out Before had time to
think the creature was upon me, and was
springing at my throat, the most savage
animal had ever met. felt rather
than saw what it was. The creature was
a wolf, and it was mad.
Several animals afflicted with hydro
phobia had been seen in the neighbour
hood during the past few months. There
is no animal more formidable than "a
wolf when it has rabies, and knew with
what had to contend. I had to strug-
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room, and that when the slightest wound
from its sharp teeth meant certain and
horrible death to me. As it came to me
first threw out my hands, and by some
good fortune happened to strike its neck.
got both my hands about its throat and
managed to hold it away from my face.
but it was all that could do.
was nervous, suppose, and the wolf
was far stronger than it would have been
under ordinary circumstances. The froth
was dripping from its mouth and few
into my face as it struggled. 1t was the
most desperate struggle of my life, just
to hold that wolf and keep it from my
face and throat, at which it constantly
leaped in the most furious manner. All
the time, from the moment it sprang at
me first, had been shouting and calling
at the top of my voice. There was very
little hope of doing any good with it, as
the servants were too far away, and my
room was on the opposite side of the
house from their quarters; but that was
the only chance.
1t was very evident that couldn't let
go my hold for an instant It was just
as evident that couldn't hold out this
way long, and that unless help came
after awhile my strength would eventu-
ally give way, and the wolf could tear
my throat, as it was struggling then to
do. And how long do you think this
kept up? For two hours, for two mortal
hours by the clock. / stood there, fight
ing for my life with that savage wolf,
and shouting for help every moment of
the time. A hundred times / thought
my strength was gone, and that my arm
would surely sink down powerless the
next moment, and yet always managed
to hold him off a little longer.
At last, just as / was almost in conf
plete despair, one of the servants was
aroused by my continued shouting, and
came running with his gun in his hand.
managed to hold the wolf until he made
a light, and then held him while the
man put the muzzle of his gun against
the VOLTS head and killed him as dead as
Hector. And then went to my sisters
room and had spell of something that
would have been Mysteries if had been
woman. Being man, it was nothing
hut a case of nervous prostration. The
81 Louis Globe-Democrat.