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victims to their wolfish foes. Another "were-wolf" 

 of Central Pennsylvania also had its ha>T)itat in Wayne 

 Township. George Wilson long suspected that a cer- 

 tain woman in his neighborhood was a witch, and went 

 about in wolfish form at nightfall. One evening at 

 dusk he saw the wolf, which was of extraordinary size 

 and brown in color, crossing a field back of his cabin. 

 He quickly loaded his rifle with a silver bullet, and 

 made after the intruder. Taking careful aim, he fired, 

 but the darkness was too far advanced to make his aim 

 accurate, although he was a famous marksman. He 

 struck the animal in the left fore-leg, and it disap- 

 peared into the forest at the foot-of lower Bald Eagle 

 Mountain (the Sugar Valley Hill) howling piteously. 

 He had barely gotten into his house, when the sup- 

 posed witch rushed into the cabin of a settler, who 

 lived about a mile away, with her left arm broken 

 above the wrist. The arm was put in splints, but it 

 never became straight again. It is interesting to note 

 that in the Seven Mountains the ghost wolves were 

 always black; in the West Branch Valley brown, and 

 in the Northern part of the State grey, showing the 

 influence of the prevailing type on the imagination. 

 The old people in the Seven Mountains declared that 

 the Black Wolf's yowl said plainly: "Dead Indian, 

 Dead Indian, where, where, where !" It was supposed 

 to indicate the proximity of Indian graves containing 

 treasure. It was an unvarying custom with the first 

 settlers in Sugar Valley to have a wolf's paw nailed 

 over the door of sheep pen or stable, for good luck. 



