The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1899-06-01

Some time, when it amt so cold and so
late in the day. perhaps I'll jine ye.
Farewell, them says he. And
may God restrain thy hand
$50 he tucked himself into his box
and I got out Of the straps Of my pack
and took old Spit6re up the tree with
me. G3ltH
"We had hardly got fixed afore the
hull pack of wolves, about 20 on EN-,
was swarmin round u.s. They didn't
give look at me, but begun to nose
around the parsons box. and I kind of
held off with old Spitfre, becuz I'd
never RELY seen how the parson con-
Quoted his campaign, and was mite
Gurus to obsarve how the varmints
would use him anyway. AFTER smellin
round for few minutes the wolves be-
gun to scratch and gnaw at the box,
and finally they sot to work to tip it
over.
'Now, as was sayin, the parsons
chist Of refuge was sot on toboggan,
to which it was bound by thongs. We
had stopped on the side of small
mounting, and when the wolves begun
to push and haul at the box the tobog-
gan slowed around till it was p'inted
down hill. and then off she went like
duck on ice. ~ Et
'Thunderationl thinks I to myself
rs the parson goin coastin among all
these treesf' Sure enough he was, and
gatherin Roadway all the time. with
the wolves trottin arter. kind of sur
prised like. 'Parson, yelled, unlock
that box and stop her or thar won't be
splinter left Of either Of yer
81 dunno whether the parson heard
me or not. but if he did thar wa mt
much time to foller my instructions,
for in less than half minute the tobog-
gan was goin like log in the rapids
and then like bullet out of gun, and
afore 1 could get my jaws closed ag in
-ker-whack! she struck big hemlock.
The parsons box bust open lengthwise,
just like peapod. and out he come
a-fyin and sailed along on his coattails
for a good ten yards, just like
pa fridge when she lights The minute
he struck the snow he was up ag'in,
leggin it for tree. I reckon he had it
all planned out while he was in the air.
for couldn't "a chose better tree
myself nor Skinned up it any livelier.
'When the parson got perched,
could see his white face among the
branches, lookin down at the wolves
that were howlin and leapin up on the
tree. Shoot. Mr.. Riversl Shootl" he
yelled. For Gods sake. save me from
these beasts'
81 got rest over a limb and begun
to onhitch old Spitfre. Every time she
spoke a wolf keeled over, snappin at
the snow and maxim himself a red rug
to lie on. Once in awhile the parson
would give yell. and toward the last
they was whoops Of triumph. In less
than half an hour every wolf was dead,
except three that sneaked away. Then
got down and went to see how the
parson was. He seemed to kind of miss
his box, for never see man quite so
disturbed about few pesky wolves
Have you killed 'em all, Mr. Rivers7'
says he, with chatterin teeth.
'All but three, says 1. And You
needn't be afraid they'll come back.
I" 'SureP says he.
" Sure, says I.
"But it was 10 minutes afore could
get him to come down. 1T is dreadful,
this carnagel' says he, shyin away from
the dead wolves. you must excuse my
confusion and inconsistency, Mr.. Riv-
ers, but was never in such plight
before. In the seclusion of my box
knew nothing of these terrors-
You'll get used to 'em, parson, ;
says l. now that the box is gone. And
when you set down to supper at Jen-
nings' tonight I'll bet you'll be glad
you amt cooped up here, waitin for
them critters to get tired of the smell
Of yer carcass.
"'Thar is somethin in that says he.
And, by gum. if the cuss didn't eat a
hunk of bars meat with his beans and
mush that night at Jennings flames
Buckham in Field and Stream.