The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1913-06-04
Frightful Experience Of a
Michigan Hunter.
HUNGRY PACK WAITED HOURS
For Him To Come Down
Had Fired Last Charge
From His Gun.
BROKE LOOSE FROM TREE

Ishpeming, Mich, May 31.-The
next time Arvid Anderson goes
hunting he's going to take along a
few extra cartridges and save them
for wolves. But he isn't going
hunting again right away. He says
the experience he had the other
night will last him for awhile.
Anderson had spent the day
hunting in the Silver creek district,
with rather poor luck. When he
started home in the evening his
ammunition was nearly exhausted.
While still several miles from
home and nearing big swamp, he
heard what seemed to be the wind
moaning in the trees. But as the
sounds grew louder, he recognized
them as wolf cries.
The prospect was not pleasant
for a well-armed man, and Ander-
son had only five cartridges left. He
hurried on, but had not gone 100
yards before the wolves had sight
ed him and were in pursuit. Look
ing furtively over his shoulder, in
the gathering shadows he saw a
gaunt, gray shape leap from the
swamp ana dart toward him. Then
another gray-form appeared, d
another and another.
Anderson gave up counting and
started to run. He ran as he had
never run before. He knew that II
the wolves overlook him, in the
dark, it would be all over with An.
derson.
To gain time, he opened his game
bag as he ran and scattered the
contents on the ground. From be
hind him came the yelps and snarls
of the hungry wolves lighting over
the food, then the chorus of mourn
full bowls came to his ears again
and the pack was after him once
more.
He turned now and fired into
the 'oncoming pack. There was g
yelp or two from hit wolf, Their
his last bullet was gone, and as he
tossed away his gun and turned tc
run again, they came on unchecked
The leader of the pack was not a
dozen yards behind him when he
reached tree. With a wild lear
he grasped the lower branches and
pulled himself cut of reach just as
the beasts jaws snapped together
under his feet and it's body crashed
against the tree trunk.
When Anderson got his breath
he looked down and started to
count the snar1ing pack. He could
see their vague gray shapes ano
their eyes cleaning like live Goals
in the darkness. There were
twenty-seven OF them, and every
one of them had but one object
to drag Anderson from his perch
An hour passed, and still they
were leaping and yelping. Another
hour passed and their zeal waned a
little. They trotted back and forth
under the tree, while Anderson
chung and shivered. And whenever
one of them sat up on its launches
and howled, all the rest would
gather round and howl with it.
The wind from the North was
damp and raw, and Anderson grew
numD from the cold. Midnight
came, and still the wolves kept up
their vigil. The hours heightened
into ages.
Anderson began TO lose hope. To
fight the creeping numbness he
broke off small branches and hurl-
ed them at the wolves. But soon
he wearied of that.
He started to pray for dawn. be-
cause he did not want TO die in the
dark. Somehow, it did not seem
SO bad to die by daylight. And so
he prayed half asleep, while HIS
cramped limbs ached and his fin
gers were lipping-sitpping. and
them
Anderson felt blow that knock
ed him back TO consciousness. He
was on the ground and II was day
light. And the wolves were gone.
He felt himself all over. kneaded
his numbed muscles and found that
he could rise and walk. Then he
vent and got his discarded gun and