WOLVES AND JACKALS 



THE ESCAPE OF A BLACK WOLF. 



{CAA'IS NIGEU, SCLATER.) 



My instruction to the night-watchman was, " never to 

 ring the house-bell during the night," because it not only 

 aroused all the family, but, if it rang, they at once knew 

 that something was wrong. If, however, he had occasion 

 to call me, he was to throw a handful of gravel at my bed- 

 room window and I would at once attend to him. 



Accordingly one dark night the gravel striking the 

 glass of my window caused me to look out. " A black 

 wolf is loose in the garden," said one of the keepers. " I 

 will be with you directly," was my reply. I was not long 

 finding sufficient clothing for the hunt. 



I found upon inquiry that the wolf had crouched in a 

 corner near the Polar bear's den. By turning on the 

 watchman's bull's-eye lantern we soon caught sight of 

 him, his bright eyes looking with a green glare at the 

 light. " Keep the light full in his face," was my order 

 to the watchman, "and come slowly forward. I will 

 creep sideways up to him, and, if I can get hold of him, I 

 think we can manage him." While he was staring at the 

 light I seized him by the neck, my two assistants at once 

 came to my help, and with but little difficulty we safely 

 caged him for the night. 



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