The Bryan daily eagle. (Bryan, Tex.) 1895-1898, 1896-09-17

place called wildcat swamp. Although
many attempts have been made 10 re-
claim this wild land, II has bafiied the
skill Of the engineer and still remains
n primeyal spot In the Niagara PENN
sula. Among the good story tellcrs
was old Tom Brett the hero Of many
an exciting adventure. the possessor OF
n fair education aud an iron nerve.
Eyes" said old Tom. II had a close
call from the last wolf OF that jungle.
Old Jim Long killed the last bear In
1854. and a few days before that the
last wolf nearly killed me. In the
month of January. 1857. I lived a few
miles north Of the point. aud used TO
spend good part Of my time winters
'tipup' fishing on Point Abino hay. I
had very small hut near the shore
where ! kept my fishing sleigh. tip
ups and tackle. Saturday morning
early found me ON the ice and opening
up the holes fruzen over during the
night. had the best days luck Of the
week. aud Saturday afternoon at
o'clock lacked but three Of one hundred
fish. ] had been attending four holes
In front Of my wind-break. and y0u
viii readily believe | was very tired
Yet ~ eager was ! 20 get the even
hundred that the shadows were long
ere ! realized the prudence Of return
ing 10 shore. just then the end Of a
'tip-up' flew with n jerk that told me I
had something heavy. and "a less time
than Il takes 10 tell n. forty feet Of
line came up. hand-oN er.hand. and an
eight-pound salmon trout lay on the
ice.
Just then thought heard n faint
cry over the point. My first thought
was that Il was someone trying 10 imi-
tate the cry 81 a wolf. an accomplish
ment at which was an adept. aud ah
answer from me was not long In COM
lag. 4 little more distinctly came the
cry from beyond the shore. II struck
ne as being n much better attempt.
Not 10 be beaten. and using all the
skill at my comnaI.d. sent the an
swer back. A few moments passed.
aud again the cry rang out. nearer.
clearer. sharp and terribly Ia earnest.
no mistake about that II was the cry
Of wolf, Of furnishing wolf. No. Il
could not b. possible. There certainly
were no wolves left In any part of the
Niagara district. But whit was that,
stealing around the point. No sharply.
defined In the moonlight Could Il
possibly be my dog Rouse. come an
the way 70 see why his master did not
rctunf No; Il was the way OF the
wolf Stealing from rock to rock. and
now. crouching In the shadow. three
other forms smaller hut holder. Joined
lie other one. A wolf and three cuhsr
! exclaimed. under my breath. and
nothing with which 10 defend myself
hut my hshlng-knifer What would
not give for my old rider A wolf. un-
der ordinary circumstances. l. cow
arl; hut wolf. desperate with hunger
aud with family crying for food ah.
that's another matter. realized at
once that had a fight before me or q
race for life. BOLDLY now out On the
ice. and with a cry that viii stay with
me as long ~ life lasts. like the wilma
came the mother wolf with her famish.
lng broad.
The old hunter thinks quickly when
u Is life or death. on came my leaih
er apron. and swinging II once over iuy
bead ] hrmght Il down On the Ice witt
all NY force. che report. In the clear
frosty air sound ~ ike the crack Of 1
rifle 4 wolf Is always cautious. an,
nn attempt ~ a scdden stop was FOL
lowed by q slide ON the lee 10 within !
Few yards 81 my feet. Down came M,
apron again. and again went the
wolves Ia the opposite direction. A.
fast ~ possible ] made for the shore
! rcaliEed that this performance. wrile
i Attended temporary safety. could not
save me. Wolves havp tlreless legs
my own would ere long fall. and then
or. ] must reach my hut but how
once on the shore II was hut three
hundred Yards run. but cven with a
good start, the odds were In favor OF
NY enemies.
u NJ onte decided % Get rs near rs
/ possible 10 tie shore. bring ms anrou
Town with good l0d wLack. aud
make a run for a. The apron had
hardly strurk hciorc ! was on the lac,
n my lie. dare not look behind me
hut In few moments knew that
was helng followed. | could almost
feel the distance between me and my
pusuer lesscning. and realizing that
could not reach my hut In time 10 save
my life. ] had about decided 10 turn
on my enemy and light her with ms
knife. when directly In front of me
over the bank aud taking great leaps
came something that az once decided
was the mate Of my pursucr
'Scarely knowing what ! was do.
Ing, ] still ran ON until near the hank
and. jumping 10 one side. was drawing
my only weapon. when something hap
pened that seemed 20 send my hear
with bound Into my throat. The tw,
bruieS met In mad charge. aud wer,
engaged In n fight to the death. Could
u he possihleg Yes, Il was my grand old
Rouse, half mastlf and half vol.
hound, terror 10 all the dogs In the
ncighhorhoOd lie had heard the cry
81 the wolf aud came down 10 saw,
my life. oh, | wish could dcscrlb,
that fight, II was awful The savag,
brute was making great gashes In th,
dogs side with her azor-like claws
hut old Rouse had her ~ -, throat
aud soon. with hole In her windplpe
she lay helpless on the yellow sand
That night. nearly covered with hand
ages aud lying on feather pillows, my
pcServer slept In front Of my fir,
place The next Monday went bach
10 the fishing In fact, ] try my han,
occasionally now; hut" quantity adde,
old Tom, II don't call any NOR,
wolvcs."-J, r. Dunn, In Buffalo tx
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