WOLVES. 137 



There was another wolf at the same menagerie, who 

 was very docile and affectionate, distinguishing those 

 whom he knew from strangers, and seeking their caresses. 

 We were very good friends, and I often played with 

 him, so that he knew my voice. After an absence of 

 two years, to my great surprise, he recognised it, dashed 

 to the bars of the den, thrust his paws out to greet me, 

 and gave every sign of delight. It is probable that this 

 circumstance, combined with another, may have given 

 rise to the history related by Captain Brown in his 

 Popular Natural History, of which I now beg to give a 

 correct version : ' Mine. Ducrest [then Mile. Duvauce] 

 and I were going out at Baron Cuvier's front door,, 

 when a man, holding something tied up in a handker- 

 chief, asked if we belonged to the house. On replying 

 in the affirmative, he offered his bundle. She shrank 

 from it, as the same thing had occurred to me a few 

 days before, and I received the dried and tatooed head 

 of a New Zealander ; but he opened the handkerchief, 

 and displayed a beautiful little wolf puppy, covered 

 with silky black hair. She joyfully received it. We 

 carried it to the keepers of the menagerie, and orders 

 were given that it might be fed on soup and cooked 

 meat. The wolf continued to be very handsome, very 

 playful, and very tame for about a year, when she 

 became a mother, and from that time was savage and 

 unsociable to human beings, never recovering her former 

 amiable disposition. She was from the Pyrenees. 



The folio-wing story is told by a gentleman who was 

 sporting in Hungary at the time the circumstance 

 occurred: 'About dusk, just as the last sledge had 

 arrived within a quarter of a mile of a village on the way 

 homeward, and had cleared the corner of a wood which 



