The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-11-07
A FINE WOLF STORY.

How MIR. Jones of OJibway Escaped With
| His Dog.
~ remember little brush I had with
| wolves in northern Wisconsin before the
war;" said u man of the name of Jones'
''The wolves there were of the large tim
! Der variety, and it being hard winter
they were constantly hungry. They
We're fierce and dangerous and would
attack q man even when there were no
more than two or three of them together.
"One day in January was going from
Ojibway City to Pomme de Terre river
on foot, accompanied only by my dog.
Bones was not dog that would ever 20
about the country asking folks in his
poor, dumb way where he could find q
large pack of wolves. When about Is
miles from Pomme de Terre. I noticed
that Bones was becoming uneasy. Five
minutes later l observed that he was
wearing the hair on his back pompadour.
suspected wolves, and 1 was right.
They soon came up not so yards behind.
There were at least 100 of them-large.
gaunt, hungry, savage wolves. Their
fierce bowls reverberated through the
startled forest like the diabolical
shrieks of frenzied demons in torment.
l saw that hand to hand contest with
them was out of the question. Flight
was my only hope. Picking up Bones
by the nape of the neck, l tucked him
under my arm and started.
For 40 minutes, gentlemen, 1 ran
like cat in dog show. l suppose 7
covered 10 miles, notwithstanding that
the snow was deep in some places and
In others the underbrush interfered. The
wolveskept close behind. When turned
my head, could feel their hot, venom
Gus breath on my cheek. They leaped
up and nipped Mt the tail of poor Bones,
which was waving and tossing behind
on the terrific wind which my flight en-
gendered like plume of a knight of
old going into battle. Their howl, weird
and hideous as the sinking wall of 10000
lost souls, shook the pine needles from
the trees and tore the nerves of the I'M
fortunate Zones in way which was
painful to see.
AT the end of 10 miles l began to
tire. a large spruce tree stood in my
path, and | climbed it. Perching my
self on a lower limb some so feet from
the ground and tying Bones in place on
another with bit of string, looked
down on the angry, surging sea of
wolves below. 1 felt safe and lit INV
pipe and gave my dog ham bone which
L had in my pocket. But soon, to NV
surprise, the wolves began most extraor-
binary understanding less, gentlemen.
than gnawing down the tree. One hun
dred sets of ravenous fangs tore and bit
the trunk. l saw that the tree could
not stand half an hour. I knocked the
ashes out of my pipe and began to look
at the situation seriously. l noticed ON
the branches about me chunks of raw
spruce gum about the size of my fist.
Taking my knife, pried one off and
dropped 1T to Il wolf below. He snapped
his jaws upon it with famished greed.
DE never opened them again, the resin
GUS mass holding them firm as wise.
cat the end of 20 minutes I had the
Jaws of every wolf welded together past
all hope OF opening. 1 then descended
with Bones, who now barked savagely
and attacked the wolves with great
spirit. With his assistance l drove the
baf11ed, helpless creatures to Pomme de
Terre like flock of sheep. There was
at that time $40 bounty on wolves. We
rounded them up i'll the courthouse
yard, and l drew ST 900 from the county
treasurer, after which repaired to the
LIE Grand Monarqne hotel and ordered
supper, not forgetting to bespeak the
largest soup bone i'll town for my dog. l
returned to Ojibway City the next day,
but saw no wolves. "-Saxby's Magazine.