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tion given of them, I had hut little pleasure in making their 

 acquaintance. Their untamahle fierceness, and the untiring 

 strength which seems to he a part of their nature, render them 

 objects of dread to every benighted traveler. 



" ' With their long gallop, which can tire 

 The hound's deep hate, the hunter's fire,' 



they pursue their prey, and naught hut death can separate them. 

 The hushes that skirted the shore flew past with the velocity of 

 light as I dashed on in my flight. The outlet was nearly gained ; 

 one second more, and I would he comparatively safe, when my 

 pursuers appeared on the bank directly above me, which rofi 

 the height of some ten feet. There was no time for thought ; I 

 bent 11 ly head and dashed wildly forward. The wolves sprang, 

 but, miscalculating my Bp ang behind, while their intend- 



ed prey glided out into the river. 



"Nature turned me toward home light flakes 



spun from the iron of my .-Kates, and 1 was 

 from my pursuers, when their fierce bowl told me that 1 

 again the fugitive. 1 did no1 look back; l did to 

 glad : one thought of homo, of the bright fac 

 turn, of their tears it' they should to tin BCC me, and then 



