150 HUNTING SPORTS OF THE WEST. 



ing th'e air, then turned sharp round, and they all made 

 off with their peculiar long gallop for the bush. NOAV 

 was my time or never ; I aimed at one of the largest, 

 which covered another with its body. When the smoke 

 cleared away not a wolf was to be seen ; they had van- 

 ished like magic- but following up the trail, I found one 

 dead, and signs of another being wounded ; but I found 

 nothing more of the latter, he was probably torn to 

 pieces by his comrades. I scalped my prize, and re- 

 turned to the camp; the scalp is valued, as before stated, 

 at three dollars. 



Meantime Conwell had employed himself in roasting 

 turkeys, and we made an excellent breakfast. We then 

 started off again. When I came to the place where I 

 had hung up the buck, whose capture nearly cost me my 

 neck, I found that the wolves bad succeeded in dragging 

 it down, and eaten nearly all but the bones. I knocked 

 over another, and also killed a wild-cat ; returning to 

 camp in the afternoon, where Conwell had arrived before 

 me. He had killed a couple of deer, and we decided on 

 bringing them, to the camp, as there were so many wolves 

 about. 



Finding no traces of boars, we determined to leave the 

 Kichland and try the Mulberry again ; so next morning 

 we loaded our horses, and set off on our return: As we 

 were descending a hill, Conwell stopped suddenly at the 

 foot of a large oak, and after examining the bark atten- 

 tively, he said that a bear was either in the tree, or had 

 very lately left it. The weather had improved, and it 

 was again rather cold. We had nothing better than our 

 tomahawks for cutting down the tree, and they were not 



