The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1904-11-23

started. At the first jump they swung
the sled out of the track up onto a log,
almost upsetting us; my wife shrieked,
was pitched off her scat into the bottom
of the sled and lay there in dead faint.
Mac gave short, fierce bark and
plunged out into the snow and we were
Off / can never forget now those scared.
frenzicd horses tore along that forest
road in the dark. The sled bobbed and
swung from side to side; blankets.
robes, boxes, were bounced out into
! the snow; we Just flew through the
trees, and | had all | could do to keep
the mad, crazy team in the road. In
deed. l could not have held out much
! longer, when we reached the neignbor's
clearing. The dogs barked at the noise
we made humping, tearing along, and
the men ran out and caught the horses
by the bits as | reined them in to the
corral. Luckily the gate was open. l
picked up my wife, who had not come
out of her swoon, and carried her with
| the bundle in her arms, into the house
| The women folks laid her on the bed.
took the bundle to unwrap the baby.
opened the buffalo robe and-My God!
there was no baby. With yell
rushed out to the sled-no baby there
the men, hearing my cries, ran out from
the barn, and. quicker than can tell it.,
we were on the back track with Ian
tern, torches, pitchforks and clubs and
the one gun on the place, looking for
the child. As we hurried along we
passed blankets, robes, boxes, spilled out
i'll our flight. Soon we came to the place
where the sled ran up on to the log; it
was easy to tell the spot by the hay
that had fallen out when we so nearly
overturned-but no Stella. We examined
the snow; it was all padded down by
wolf tracks. No one said anything.
We all knew what that might mean.
Just then. up knoll to the right of the
road, we heard the yapping, snarling of
wolves, and every once in while what
seemed to be the short, quick bark of an
angry dog. Running up the hill about
two hundred yards, what a horrible fight
we saw. A great gang of snarling,
growing wolves were circling. swirling
around an old fir tree, waving their
bushy tails, frothing at the mouth, their
eyes cleaning, teeth swapping, in their
eagerness to get at something at the
root of the tree.
with savage shout for vengeance
we rushed in on them; got one with the
gun and drove the others off with our
clubs and pitchforks, and there. stand
ing. half in and half out, in an opening
at the foot of the tree, with his face TO
the foe, stood noble, brave old Mae
His eyes were flaming red with anger.
his jaws covered with hair and bits of
I flesh torn ont of his enemies. blood
| streaming from the wounds on his head
and shoulders. He looked more like
some wild beast of the forest than a
faithful dog. l spoke to him, called
MIN by name; he looked up, knew me-
came out and licked my feet and then
fell over on the bloody snow. They
J gave me the lantern and l looked in
my neighbors were afraid to-and there
was our baby safe and sound-carried
there, fought for and protected by the
true, honest dog, who was giving up his
life to protect his masters offspring.
you should have heard the shout of
Joy that went up in the forest that dark
night. The women heard it at the
ranch house and they met us running
down the road-my wife in the lead-as
we went back with baby in my arms
and the friends carefully, tenderly bear
ing the poor, wounded dog in a blanket.
There was real Thanksgiving at the
neighbours house and Mac came nearer
being killed by kindness than ever dog
was before. Everybody about here
knows Mac and all love him" And. as
he said this, the old dog got up, hob
bled over TO his masters chair. laid his
head on his knee and looked up into his
face with that loving, strong look Of
affection that only a faithful dog can
give. My worthy host softly, caressing-
ly stroked the rough SCARED head. and
fancied a tear trickled down his
weather beaten cheek; perhaps not, but
my eyes were little misty.
Mrs. Nestal Snyder and Mrs. NJ. w.
Phillips entertained at Mrs. Phillips
home on North Sixth street yesterday
afternoon, the reception being followed
by card party in the evening.
w. II. Wilcox came over from Seattle
Thursday and after a days visit with
his parents on Mob Hill left with his
brother Varlo for a week or ten days
hunt in the Horse Heaven district.
The friends of Miss Daisy bennington
were royalty entertained by her last
Friday evening at her home on Ahtanum
avenue, the reception being in the nat
ura of farawalI oe {bo bost,,, zoz.