The Winnipeg Wolf 
in town could match. He was kept in the 
yard for the amusement of customers, and this 
amusement usually took the form of baiting 
the captive with Dogs. The young Wolf was 
bitten and mauled nearly to death on several 
occasions, but he recovered, and each month 
there were fewer Dogs willing to face him. 
His life was as hard as it could be. There 
was but one gleam of gentleness in it all, and 
that was the friendship that grew up between 
himself and Little Jim, the son of the saloon- 
keeper. 
Jim was a wilful little rascal with a mind of 
his own. He took to the Wolf because it had 
killed a Dog that had bitten him. He thence- 
forth fed the Wolf and made a pet of it, and 
the Wolf responded by allowing him to take 
liberties which no one else dared venture. 
Jim’s father was not a model parent. He 
usually spoiled his son, but at times would get 
in a rage and beat him cruelly for some trifle. 
The child was quick to learn that he was beaten, 
not because he had done wrong, but because he 
had made his father angry. If, therefore, he 
could keep out of the way until that anger had 
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