The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1905-11-10

more n 90 wolves eroun' here" ~
whispered as we ran up to him.
Never see sech snag on 'em."
The sheep were stirring nervously.
Near the pen wolf lay kicking where
D'ri had dropped him.
Rest on 'em shocked off when the
gun hollered," he went on, whispering
as before.
My mother and grandmother sat
with my sisters in the cart, hushing
their murmurs of fear Early in the
evening had tied Rover to the cart
Wheel where he was growing hotly,
impatient of the leash.
Seer" said D'ri, pointing with his
finger. "See 'em?-there n the dark
by tibet air big hemlock."
We could make out dim stir in the
shadows where he pointed. Presently
we heard the spring and rattle of
trap. AS We turned that way, the
other trap teek hol9 hard; as it sprang
we could hear a wolf yelp.
'Meks 'em holler," said D'ri, "thet
OF hetrap does, when it ticks holt. Stay
here by the sheep n I'll go over n
give 'em somethin' fer spraint ankles.
Other wolves were swarming over
the dead deer, and the two in the traps
were snarling and swapping at them.
My father and D'ri fired at the bunch,
killing one of the ca. tives and another
the largest wolf | ever saw. The
pack had skunk away as they heard the
rifles. Our remaining captive strug-
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had Drained him with an ak. He and
my father reset our traps and hauled
the Gead wolves into the freight.
There they began to skin them, for the
bounty was $40 for each in the new
towns-a sum that made our adventure
profitable. l built fires on the farther
side of the sheep, and, as they bright
ened, could see, here and there, the
cleaning eyes of a wolf in the dark
ness. | was up all night heaping wood
upon the fires, while D'ri and my
father skinned the wolves and dressed
the deer They had just finished when
the cock crew.
Holler, We gol-dum little cuss'"
D'ri shouted as he went over to him.
bones fer us Peeled 'em-thet's what
We done tew EN-! Tux n knocked EN-
head over heels Judas Priest, He
can peck mans finger some, cant
he?"
The light was coming and he went
off to the spring for water, while l
brought the spider and pots The
n Of b..
woods, that had so lately rung with the
howl of wolves, bessn to fiji with far
wandering echoes of sweet song.
They was big cat over there by
the spring las night said D'ri, as
We all sat down TO breakfast. Tracks
bigger n a griddle! Smelt the NUT
ton. mos likely"
Like mutton ?" I inquired
"Yis-sir-ee, they dew said he
kind o. mince-pie fer EN-. Like deer
meat, tcw. Shook eroun' the ponds
after dark IF they see a deer n the
water they wallop i'm quicker n
liehtnin'; jump right in kslap n TEX
i'm"
We were off at sunrise, on a road
that grew rcueher every mile. At noon
We came TO river SO swollen as 10
make a dangerous ford. After dinner
my father waded in, going hips under
where the water was deep and swift
Then he cut long pole and took my
mother on his shoulders and entered
the broad stream, steadying himself
with the pole When she had got
back for grandmother and my sisters
and took them over in the same way
D'ri. meanwhile bound up the feather
beds and carried them on his head
leaving the dog and me to tend the
sheep. All our blankets and clothing
were carried across in the same man
ner. Then l mounted the cart, with
my rooster, flashing the oxen till they
took to the stream. They had tied the
bell-wether TO the axle, and, as I
started, men and dog drove the sheep
after me. The oxen wallowed in the
deep water, and our sheep, after some
hesitation, began to swim. The bic
cart fiCated like raft part of the way,
and we landed with no great difficulty
Farther on the road became nothing
better than a rude trail, where, fire.
quently, we had TO stop and chop
through heavy logs and roll them away
On a steep hillside the oxen fell, break
ine the tongue, and the cart tipped side
wise and rolled bottom up. My roos-
ter was badly flung about and began
growing and tapping as the basket
settled. When l opened it he flew
out, running for his life, as if finally
resolved TO quit us. Fortunately, we
were all walking, and nobody was
hurt My father and D'ri were busy
half a day Fighting up" as they
called It, mending the tongue and
cover. and getting the cart on its
wheels and down the steep pitch.
After two days of trail travel we
came out on the Chateaueay road.
stopping awhile to bait our sheep and
cattle on the tame grass and tender
briars. 1t was a great Joy to see the
clear road, with here and there a set
tiers cabin, its yard aglow with the
marigold, the hollyhock and the fra