The Winnipeg Wolf 
Jim’s wheedling voice was heard—‘“ Hold on 
now, Wolfie; back up just a little, and you 
shall have him. Now do; there ’s a good 
Wolfie” —that was enough; the Fiddler fled 
and carefully closed all doors behind him. 
Thus the friendship between Jim and his pet 
grew stronger, and the Wolf, as he developed 
his splendid natural powers, gave daily evidence 
also of the mortal hatred he bore to men that 
smelt of whiskey and to all Dogs, the causes of 
his sufferings. This peculiarity, coupled with 
his love for the child—and all children seemed 
to be included to some extent—grew with his 
growth and seemed to prove the ruling force 
of his life. 
10! 
At this time—that is, the fall of 1881—there 
were great complaints among the Qu’Appelle 
ranchmen that the Wolves were increasing in 
their country and committing great depreda- 
tions among the stock. Poisoning and trap- 
ping had proved failures, and when a distin- 
guished German visitor appeared at the Club 
in Winnipeg and announced that he was bring- 
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