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Duffield, J. W.

"Bert Wilson in the Rockies"

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"The faithful beasts seemed to understand my words, and strained forward
in the harness. The snow had stopped by this time, but was pretty deep,
and the sleigh was heavy. After trotting forward at a brisk pace for a
way they dropped back into a walk again.
"By now the howls had merged into a general chorus, and looking back over
the great expanse of open country over which we were traveling I could
see numerous black specks traveling swiftly toward us, becoming larger
every second.
"I saw that I was in a mighty tight place, so got out my Winchester
repeater and made sure that it was loaded. Then I stationed myself in
the back of the sleigh and waited for the enemy to approach.
"On they came, loping swiftly along, silent now that their quarry was in
plain sight. I took careful aim at the foremost brute, and pulled the
trigger. My shot took effect, for with an unearthly scream the animal
dropped, and for a few brief seconds his comrades stopped in order to
devour him. At the sound of the rifle shot and the scream of the stricken
wolf the horses plunged forward, all thought of fatigue gone in their
overwhelming terror.


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