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afterwards she exclaimed, " Look here, quick ! " I 

 was up in an instant, and, peering out at the side 

 of the door, saw a wolf not a score of yards from 

 the tent, and not four from the dog. As the 

 dachshund harked and jumped at him he drew 

 hack, and then directly afterwards slunk nearer. 

 Evidently his intention was to have my poor old 

 friend for his breakfast. 



Meanwhile I was wildly seizing my gun (which, 

 of course, was in the cover and fastened to the 

 centre rope of the tent) and cartridges ; but Brer 

 Wolf's suspicions were probably aroused by the 

 voices, and he made off. As I started after him 

 my wife called to me that he had gone towards 

 the lake, and so did I. I had not long started, 

 however, when she saw him break back to the 

 left towards the forest. Thus, of course, my half- 

 mile pursuit in my nightshirt was bootless. On 

 my return I met my better half, Derringer in 

 hand, but she also had seen nothing more. The 

 wolf was a medium-sized one for the Herzegovina, 

 where they grow very large. I need hardly say 

 it was a great disappointment to me to lose him 

 thus, for it was the first chance I ever had to 

 shoot a wolf. That evening at sunset we heard 

 a bear roar in the beech wood hardly a furlong 

 away, but this was the last time we heard one. 

 Of other noises, from the hoot of the great horned 

 owl downwards, these woods were full all night ; 



