The Alaska sourdough., 1911-09-01
ALASKA WOLF ON SHEEP RANCH

 have wolf about, but the hero of this story in the Alaska Magazine was an Alaska wolf:
 Two or three years ago, when an old wolf was buried in corner of one of the largest sheep ranches in Ne braska, few people were aware of the fact that he was headed for the mus cum in Washington, D. O., when, by one of Fate's pranks, 1t was decreed that he become the protector of MT. Minor s sheep.
 Born in Alaska, the wolf $ first taste of civilization was the unpleasant one of having the steel jaws of hunters trap close over front paw. When Arthur J. Douglas discovered himf he won a home and the name "Puyio. ' MT. Douglas and Puyio became good friends and at night the wolf showed his love for his master by turning him. self into living footwarmer. '
 Puyio s first time to pose before scamera was when he did so for an itin- erant photographer, who thought it great sport to take wolf's picture. He obligingly perched himself on the end of pile, which, projected from the water $ edge, served as an ideal pedesS rtal, and the little town of Loring, Alaska Gas it was twenty years ago), mestling at the base of towering forests Horned decidedly picturesque back ground for the picture of himself and master, clad in the characteristic garb eof an Alaskan trapper. a
 Shortly after the picture was taken Mr. Douglas went to Juneau, where he met MT. Bruce Minor, who at that aime was Alaska $ census taker. As serting that Puyio was the finest speci- men of wolfhood then in captivity, and &3eing a resident of Washington, D. C., Mr. Minor finally persuaded MT. Doux- las to donate Puyio to that city's mu scum. Having promised to visit his lEother, who lived in Nebraska, when his business in Alaska was concluded, and having also assured MT. Douglas that he would personally oversee all details connected with the wolff transportation, Bruce Minor, in order to fulfill both promises, had Puyio with him when he arrived at his bro Eher $ ranch.
 Puyio was then turned loose for play He had one, too-no doubt about that The first thing he did, when his eyes rested on the sheep dotting the pasture lands, was to dash into their midst, where he proceeded to make wholesale killing. There is no doubt that a bullet would have ended his career right then, had it not been for Bruce Minor, whose eloquent pleading saved him.
 His taste for. blood satisfied, Puyio stretched himself on the ground per hitting no one to approach him, and long after efforts to capture him were 7relipquished, and even after darkness had fallen, he seemed to glory in his freedom. From his point of vantage he had fine view of the cook house. It Teminded him of another little cabin in sfar- away Alaska, making him home sick ssffor the friendly comradship of the first master he had ever known. ~,
 RAe cook slept in the cook house, and 4that night, shortly after smuggling down into his bunk, he felt something wetsand cold pressed against his face. His eyes flew open, and there, his huge, gannt body silhouetted against back ground of moonlight, stood Puyio. Too terrified to make a move of any kind, but thinking, nevertheless, that his last hour had come, the cook stared into the woafis large, shining eyes.
 Apparently Puyio did not think he was doing anything out of the ordinary
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