lis WOLF DAYS IN PENNSYLVANIA. 



of cleared land, which Mr. Martin utilized as a pasture 

 for all his stock, except his hogs and calves, which he 

 kept near his house so it would be handy to feed them. 

 Mr. Martin's sheep ran at will on the abandoned farm 

 from the time snow went off in the spring until he 

 drove them to his farm after winter set in. During 

 four years prior to May 14th, he did not lose a single 

 sheep by wolves. We looked at this fact as being al- 

 most positive proof that the wolf den was within two 

 or three miles of this abandoned farm, which is lo- 

 cated on the top of the mountain between Red Mill 

 Brook and Robin's Brook. These two streams empty 

 into Potato Creek about four miles east of the aban- 

 doned farm. So, on May 14thj we set out in quest 

 of the wolf den, with our knapsack on our back, con- 

 taining three wolf traps, a small quantity of salt and 

 three or four days' rations for myself and my faithful 

 dog Rover, which always was my companion on my 

 hunting or trapping expeditions while he lived. Dur- 

 ing spring, summer and fall a hunter or trapper always 

 carried a fish line, a few extra hooks and package of 

 salt. In case provisions began to run low he could 

 catch all the trout in fifteen minutes a man could eat 

 at one meal. After traveHng about eight miles we came 

 on the old abandoned farm known as the Bunker Hill 

 farm. We took to the tall timber in a northwesterly 

 direction. In less than an hour we had the trail of 

 wolves, which Rover could follow about as fast as I 

 cared to walk. After we followed this trail for twenty 

 minutes we left it, as the wolves seemed to be going 



