WOLVES AND JACKALS 
THE ESCAPE OF A BLACK WOLF. 
(CANTS NIGER, SOLA TER.) 
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 bears 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 \te 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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