The Winnipeg Wolf 
Thus Renaud knew, and before long many 
townfolk began to learn, that a huge Gray- 
wolf was living in their streets, ‘a Wolf three 
times as big as the one that used to be chained 
at Hogan’s gin-mill.”” He was the terror of 
Dogs, killing them on all possible occasions, 
and some said, though it was never proven, that 
he had devoured more than one half-breed who 
was out on a spree. 
And this was the Winnipeg Wolf that I had 
seen that day in the wintry woods. I had 
longed to go to his help, thinking the odds so 
hopelessly against him, but later knowledge 
changed the thought. I do not know how 
that fight ended, but I do know that he was 
seen many times afterward and some of the 
Dogs were not. 
Thus his was the strangest life that ever his 
kind had known. Free of all the woods and 
plains, he elected rather to lead a life of daily 
hazard in the town—each week at least some 
close escape, and every day a day of daring 
deeds; finding momentary shelter at times un- 
der the very boardwalk crossings. Hating the 
men and despising the Dogs, he fought his 
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