DEATH OF A WOLF. 159 



and right in the line of my fire, and blazed into 

 him. ** How — he's dead ? " I exclaimed in French, 

 " Yes, sir/' was the reply ; when my groom rode in, 

 and, as a matter of course with Frenchmen, hallooed 

 at his mare, and flung the dead wolf on her crupper, 

 where he strapped it — a thing it would have been 

 verv difficult for us to do with an English horse, even 

 with a fox. My friend the blouse assisting in this, 

 I rewarded him with something to drink, and in a 

 short time was joined by M. E. Brunier and three or 

 four hounds. Another cub wolf having been viewed, 

 we waited, in expectation that the hounds would be 

 brought back from their proverbially useless chase 

 of the old wolf, but in vain ; so, having again been 

 hospitably refreshed by some bread and wine from 

 M. Brunier's dog-cart, I proceeded on my way 

 home. 



It thus was made evident to me that a fine strong 

 full-grown cub-wolf was notliing near so stout he/are 

 hounds as a cub-fox of the same age ; but, unless 

 hounds ran together, though a hound could out- 

 pace and tire the cub- wolf, nothing but numbers 

 dared to stop or pull him down. By this I natu- 

 rally infer that the same circumstances are attendant 

 on the old wolf, with the simple difierence that, in 

 proportion to the old wolf's fighting powers, more 



