48 WOLF DAYS IN PENNSYLVANIA. 



poured. There were no nearby drug stores in those 

 days, and physicians compounded the remedies they 

 administered, and they always carried medicines in 

 making professional calls. 



Ammonia, then as now, was extensively used in lini- 

 ments for external applications. The doctor fortu- 

 nately had in his saddle-bags, with other drugs, a large 

 bottle full of ammonia. 



The howling, cruel and bloodthirsty pack of snarl- 

 ing, snapping, vicious beasts, came near the spot where 

 the doctor stood and after stopping for a few minutes, 

 circling around and eyeing their victim with murder- 

 ous gaze, they began the attack. Luckily for the doc- 

 tor, he had taken a position where his back and sides 

 were well protected by a ridge of high rocks, and the 

 wolves were obliged to approach in front. They boldly 

 plunged forward, led by a big wolf with sharp, white 

 incisors and foaming mouth. The man stood erect, 

 club in one hand, a heavy clasp knife, with opened 

 blade, between his teeth, and the ammonia filled cloth 

 in his right hand. When the animals came within a 

 few feet, they paused as if to take a final survey of the 

 human being they so confidently hoped to soon tear to 

 shreds and devour. As the beasts paused the man 

 struck at them with the saturated cloth he had pre- 

 pared. The strong fumes and some of the fluid in 

 nostrils and eyes made the wolves beat a hasty retreat 

 as they slunk off yelping, snorting and coughing. The 

 man continued his journey, wandered for two nights 

 and one day. To eat he had only some berries, bark 



