Wild scenes and wild hunters of the world . ng at him with red hot open mouthsand lolling tongues! Suddenly his horse rushed down asteep bank, and there was a great splashing. Water!Blessed God, water! He tumbled from his saddle intothe cold delicious fluid. In an instant his senses had returned, and he saw himselfsurrounded by thirty or forty prairie wolves, some of whomwere swimming in the water after him, while the others satupon the bank of the small lake, and howled their gatheringcry. He struck those which were nearest with his gun barreland beat them off, while he had time to draw his h
Wild scenes and wild hunters of the world . ng at him with red hot open mouthsand lolling tongues! Suddenly his horse rushed down asteep bank, and there was a great splashing. Water!Blessed God, water! He tumbled from his saddle intothe cold delicious fluid. In an instant his senses had returned, and he saw himselfsurrounded by thirty or forty prairie wolves, some of whomwere swimming in the water after him, while the others satupon the bank of the small lake, and howled their gatheringcry. He struck those which were nearest with his gun barreland beat them off, while he had time to draw his heavy of them had seized his passive horse, who, while it wasendeavoring to pull him down, stood still and drank—thelong eager draughts. He split the wolfs head with hisknife, and soon sent the rest back out of the water, yellingwith their wounds. But those upon the bank only howledthe louder, and they were answered near at hand and fromafar by hundreds of others, who were swiftly gathering inat the well-known call to a CAPTAIN DAN HENRIE. 441 He now remembered that these weird and infernal brutesalways collect in large numbers, to follow in the wake of agreat prairie fire, and tear the carcasses of those animalsthat are killed; or band together, to chase and drag downthose that come through alive, but scorched, blinded andstaggering, as was his poor horse. They become verysavage with blood, impunity and numbers, and very fewcreatures which have escaped from the hungry flames canescape from their yet more ravenous jaws. The creature,at other times, is utterly contemptible for its cowardice;but he shuddered when he called to mind the dreadfulstories he had heard of its deadly fierceness on such occa-sions as this. My God! he moaned aloud: Wasnt it bad enoughfor me to pass that hell of flames back yonder ! and haveI only escaped that to meet a fate a thousand times morehideous ? He looked at his horse; the animal was now, too, partiallyrefreshed, and began to
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