The daily Alaskan., 1907-10-02

STRUCK THE GROUND.
 came up beside me Snarling. I turned and kicked at 1t again, and 1t jumped so far that it slipped off the platform and fell among the wolves. Before 1t touched the ground the wolves leaped at 1t, and in a moment It was torn to bits. l Shuddered as I thought what a mans fate would be if he were at the mercy of that bowling horde"
 ''The gate at the lower end of the stockade does not open directly into the main yard. but into q smaller pen, connected with the larger one by a gate somewhat similar to the one at the river end of the ravine, only smaller.
 Natural Home For Varmints.
 "The rocks and brush In the ravine furnish an excellent retreat for the wolves, and in the numerous gloomy dens In the ledge hundreds of young wolves have first seen the light of day.
 ".But don't depend altogether on raising wolves said the girl. That's too slow
 Then. with the enthusiasm that a young society bud would display In de scribing her first ball dress, she told how she led into the stockade large packs of the most cowardly, yet most daring and deSperate-when hungry denizenS of the pine woodS-the hell dogs of the north.
 ''The end of the ravine fartheSt from the river opens into big tamarack swamp, so dark and thick as to be al- most impenetrable, and is an excellent stronghold for wolves. This fact has shrewdly been taken advantage of by the wolf queen,' who two or three times year throws out big dragnet and captures lots of the animals.
 Her method is to make tour of the swamp, dragging behind her on the snow or pine needles the carcass of a newly killed deer. now and then leav- ing a piece of the meat. She carries this trail into the first pen of the stockade.
 ''The trap is set by opening the gate leading into the swamp. The carcass of the deer is the bait. Then the wolf queen conceals herself to await the coming of the pack.
 Strike the Trail.
 "'When the wolves strike the trail and get the scent of the fresh meat, the girl said. they follow 1t directly Into the outer pen, for they never have been known to leave the trail until they have overtaken, pulled down and torn to pieces the animal they are after or until they have been shot and killed
 On the ledge, holding the ropes con trolling the gate. the girl watches.
 "The long drawn. mournful howl an- nounces the start. and soon the pack is In full cry. tearing through the under brush, their blood thirst aroused to the highest pitch.
 "Nearor and nearer they come, and. crowding and snapping at each other, they press through the gate, A pull at the rope releases the gate, shutting in the wolves.
 q don't know what hades, filled with maddened animals, would look Ike. but do know that the scene when pack of timber wolves Is trapped by this girl must be the sight of a lifetime and one we'll calculated to strike terror to the heart of the strongest man. let alone young half blood Indian girl.
 Her method of slaughtering the wolves when she wishes to market the skins is effective, safe and possibly as humane as any that could be devised.
 "Twenty-fve or thirty animals are lured Into the smaller pen from the main stockade and the gate closed.
 Miss GlsSler takes her position on the ledge and with her rife picks of the animals one by one until all have been killed. One bullet for each wolf Is all she needs. The wolves are skin ned aud the carcasses used as food for the rest of the captives.
 "The skins are allowed to freeze after which they are tied in big bun dles ready to he taken to Fort Fran