The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-04-11

flash at the sight of the enemy who has come to disturb his reveries. Com pare their size and strength, ana you laugh at the idea of a wolf bringing harm to buffalo. One blow rom a hoof-one toss from the horns, and the wolf would lie crushed and dead.
 Pooh! 'Tis an enemy not worth second glance! The wolf may look with longing eyes and lick his chops for taste of blood but he is wasting time. In that grove to the left bunch of cattle is grazing. He had best shamble across the broken ground, give chase and hamstring one or more of them.
 What! Another? As the chickens rise from cover so that second Wolt suddenly shows himself above the grass. You cannot say that the beasts even suspect each others presence. They are fifty feet apart, and both sit and stare straight at the monarch of the plains. The bull gives his head a toss as he sights the second arrival. Wolves hunt in pairs. Here IS the pair. Nothing strange in that. Yes, rub your eyes to see if they are clear, and you will find they haven't deceived you. Up pops third, fourth, fifth and sixth wolfish head, followed by a body which is ever gaunt and lean-ever the synonyme of hunger. One wolf created nothing beyond mo- mentary surprise, the pair bred feel ing of contempt, the six of them may bring peril.
 And so the monarch evidently req sons. He paws the ground, shakes his head, and that low below expresses anxiety as we'll as defiance. He could wheel and rush away, and in an hour he could be feeding with the herd. But there are pride and obstinacy and jealousy to be consulted. No deputa- | tion 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 manlike and brutelike. l What! Have the six multiplied so fast? Just moment ago we saw only | the half dozen: now there are ten | welve-sixteen-they are rising from the earth all around him! The bull turns as if on a pivot, Wolves to the 1 north--the east--the south-the west. The circle is complete Watch him! | When a man must die in presence of his enemy, let him die like a warrior. The monarch knows what this gather l ing means. He sees the lolling tongues and he hears the gnashing of teeth. There is no help for him. He must die like a craven or prove his cour- age.
 See the head go up? Hear the roar of defiance? Is there anything craven in that attitude?
 l 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 pantomime! A grand old buffalo turning slowly round and round in his tracks to eye each wolf, and | watch every motion. A score and a half of gaunt, grim, waiting beasts, every eye fixed upon common center, every fang sharpened for . feast. Swish-swirl-rush.
 The circle closes in at the signal, and for fifteen seconds the eye is confused. l It 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 olmost drowned in the yelps and growls and howls of the assailants.
 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 aid Hanks and shoulders have been bitten and teeth have drawn blood, where a bullet would hardly penetrate, but he l ;e, JTnd orn two dead wolves, two more limp around the circle.
 Um-m-m! Paw! Toss! Come again if you dare.
 There is the rush, the swirl, the strange spectacle of gray-white bun
 dies jumping over each other and the
 circle falls back to breathe.
 There are long tufts of hair on the
 grass, more dead wolves spots oi
 blood The bull shakes his head and
 seems weak on his legs. Blood is
 trickling down from score of savage
 bites, while he barely touches the
 grass with one hind foot. There is g
 low below, and something in it smacks
 of fear Pah! If you must die, why
 not prove brave?
 That's good! That is a roar of de.
 fance, grandly loud and deep, and the
 monarch gathers himself and makes z
 rush. He has turned assailant. Witt
 lowered head and blazing eyes he rush 1, es at one spot in the circle, and gray. . white body rises high in the air, tt . come down without life. : There is such a circling and swirlins now that you can see nothing but thu
 mass-now and then breaking away fol second, to reveal the bull fighting fol , his life.
 It is over! He Is down, and his blood l is smearing the grim jaws of tn, , wolves as they tear at the hot flesh An, we'll! but there was game, nerv,
 and true grit, and his bones deserv, 7 burial at the hands of man.--Denve l Post.
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