The Winnipeg Wolf 
Dog has his head, the other his tail, and they 
pull him apart like that.” 
It sounded all right; at any rate every one 
was eager to put it to the proof. Several of 
the residents said there was a fair chance of 
finding a Gray-wolf along the Assiniboine, so 
a hunt was organized. But they searched in 
vain for three days and were giving it up when 
some one suggested that down at Hogan’s 
saloon was a Wolf chained up, that they could 
get for the value of the bounty, and though 
little more than a year old he would serve to 
show what the Dogs could do. 
The value of Hogan’s Wolf went up at once 
when he knew the importance of the occasion ; 
besides, “he had conscientious scruples.” All 
his scruples vanished, however, when his views 
as to price were met. His first care was to get 
Little Jim out of the way by sending him on 
an errand to his grandma’s; then the Wolf 
was driven into his box and nailed in. The 
box was put in a wagon and taken to the open 
prairie along the Portage trail. 
The Dogs could scarcely be held back, they 
were so eager for the fray, as soon as they 
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