Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-10-09

fastness the attack not driven home In the very
last fraction of second the leader swerved, the pack
swept swiftly aside; but very close And as the
hindmost wolf went by the old bull unged forward,
head and shoulders beyond the circle with a savage
twist of his short. polished horns. There startled
yelp. He had just managed to catch his foe rending
prod in the thick of the haunch. The wolf never
paused,-he under the iron discipline of the pack
but as he he left scarlet trailing along the snow be-
hind him.
To the slow amazement of the herd their enemies now
in the next instant had vanished through the thin wr
of the drift Heavy heads thrust far out from the pha
lanx, turned to stare after them. There nothing
to be but the endless sheeted procession of the
There nothing to be heard but the mufhed
rush of the wind and their snortngs and tramp ngs
For long time, however, they kept their array un
broken fearing trick the part of their adversaries
Then at last the old bull, after shifting the wind in all
directions with uplfted muzze stepped forth from the
ranks. Immediately the circle dissolved. There was
moment of whirlng and granting, of butting at stupid
calves or recognizing the array then at swift walk
the whole herd moved off toward the northeast where
they knew of region of low huddled hills which would
give them the kind of shelter they loved.
IN the meantime, the pack maddened by failure and
ravenous from the view of food denied had resumed
from the wary skulkers that had been following him
from afar. Silent and swift their eyes famed codly
and their thin lips wrnked back from long white angs
they swept the brink and down into the MINDLESS
hollow of the stunted frs.
The man. sleeping in his furs by the little fire, had
bad dream With a struggle and yell he awoke from
Ito llLQ himself nall eTeCt upon
frantcaly for his life. One great hairy form he had
clutched by the throat with both hands, its fangs
snapped within inch of his face and its huge, hot
breath daunted him with that the end of things
had With monstrous effort he hurled off, but
in the moment he felt himself being borne down
from behind.
One hand, put out to himself, touched steel.
Thank God! 1t his big sheath knife left lying
the covering of the sledge Power flowed back to him
from the touch surging madly through all his veins.
The blade seemed to leap up of itself, pungng deep
into the breast of his nearest assaant In the
slant he his feet, that he torn and
bleeding. His left hand had sunk grip of iron into the
throat of one wolf high up under its jaw, and for the
moment its writhing, choking body served him a
Shield while his right made lightning slashes which
drove his foes trembling backward out of reach.
Seized once with their old fear of man. who, from
state of apparent hepessness, had suddenly arisen
invincibe, the of the pack turned tail and fled up
out of the hollow. On its rim they halted instant,
recovered themselves and swept away the trail of
the musk OK herd.
The man, Selling his captive by both hands, with
heroic rage swung it high into the air. turned it
whred it round his head. and brought it down
the of his sledge with violence that smashed its
back Then hurting the limp shape into the thicket of
little frs, he growed wrathfuly and proceeded to
plenish his dying fire. He would strip the pelt later,
after binding up his hurts.
The herd, though travelling fast had not gone far.