WOLF DAYS IN PENNSYLVANIA. 53 



wolves howling as they crossed Sugar \"alley on 

 their regular path near Logan ]\Iills. In his boyhood 

 Jacob Franck, grandfather of W. H. Franck, was 

 fond of taking trips to distant parts of the 

 country to explore new game fields. In the win- 

 ter months he often traveled on snow shoes, but if 

 the skating was good, would skim for miles on skates 

 along the frozen surface of some river. On one occa- 

 sion he was going up the First Fork of the Sinnema- 

 honing to hunt with Joe Berfield. when night overtook 

 him, but as there was a new moon and skating was 

 good, he continued his way. Suddenly out of the gloom 

 appeared a pack of gaunt wolves, which started to fol- 

 low him over the slippery ice. Franck was tired ; he 

 had skated from the mouth of Scootac that day, but 

 he put on "extra speed," moving so quickly that the 

 wolves could not quite get up to him. He was able to 

 reach "Daddy" Berfield's cabin in safety, where he 

 had the satisfaction of shooting two of the w^olves 

 from the landing. Had he been unarmed and fallen, 

 undoubtedly the savage creatures would have attacked 

 him cruelly. In the South Mountain region of Adams, 

 Franklin and Fulton counties wolves disappeared co- 

 incident with their passing in other parts of the State 

 Towards the last, when they became scarce it was 

 always said that they had gone to Maryland and West 

 Virginia wliere game was more plentiful. In those 

 states the surmise was made that they had "gone 

 North" into Pemisvlvania. 



