Nov. 28, 1908.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
871 
At Camp Perry 
Matches. 
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PRESIDENT’S MATCH. HERRICK MATCH. 
WIMBLEDON CUP. CHAMPIONSHIP REGT. TEAM MATCH 
HALE TROPHY. CHAMPIONSHIP COMPANY MATCH. 
INDIVIDUAL LONG RANGE TYRO LEECH CUP MATCH. 
LIFE MEMBERSHIP MATCH. 
UNITED STATES CARTRIDGE COMPANY 
New York City 
LOWELL. MASS 
of color, that had eaten two children, torn off 
a woman's arm. killed half the watch-dogs in 
the country, and boldly entered farmyards in 
order to go sniff under doors. All the peasants 
swore that they had heard his breathing, which 
almost put out the candle! And soon a panic 
ran throughout the entire province. Nobody 
dared go out after night-fall. The shadows 
seemed to be haunted by the image of this 
terrible beast. * * *. 
The brothers d’ArvilJe resolved to find and 
kill him, and they invited all the gentlemen of 
the country to a grand hunt. 
It was in vain. To no purpose did they beat 
the forest and search the thickets; they never 
encountered him. They killed wolves, but not 
that one. And each night following the chase, 
1 the animal, as if to avenge himself, attacked 
some traveler or devoured some live-stock, al¬ 
ways far from the place where they had sought 
him. 
One night at length he penetrated into the 
pig house at the chateau d'Arville, and ate the 
! two finest of the litter. The two brothers were 
I inflamed with rage, considering this attack as a 
bravado of the monster—a direct insult—a defi¬ 
ance. They took their strong bloodhounds, ac¬ 
customed to hunt the fiercest beasts, and they 
set out for the chase anew, their hearts swollen 
with fury. 
From dawn until the hour when the ruddy sun 
descended behind the great leafless trees, they 
beat the thickets without finding anything. 
Furious and disconsolate, finally they were 
both returning from the fruitless chase, walk¬ 
ing their horses along a path bordered with 
brushwood; and astonished at their skill de¬ 
ceived by this wolf, they were suddenly seized 
by a kind of mysterious fear. 
The elder said: “This beast is not ordinary. 
| You would say that it thinks like a man!!” The 
younger replied, “Perhaps we ought to have a 
bullet blessed by our cousin the Bishop, or get 
some priest to say the proper words.” 
Then they were silent again. Jean resumed 
1 presentlv, “Look how red the sun is!—The big 
wolf is going to do some mischief this night.” 
Hardly were the words out of his mouth when 
his horse .reared, while the animal ridden by 
Frangois began to kick. A large thicket 
covered with dead leaves, opened before them, 
and a colossal beast, all gray rose up and took 
to flight through the woods. 
Both men uttered a kind of joyous groan, and 
bending down over the necks of their horses, 
they threw them forward with such an impulse 
of their bodies, exciting them, dragging them, 
maddening them with voice, gesture and spur, 
that the strong riders seemed to carry the heavy 
animals between their thighs and to raise them 
as if they were flying. 
So they were going at head-long speed, 
smashing through the thickets, cutting across 
the ravines, climbing the hills, descending the 
valleys, and sounding the horn with all the 
power of their lungs in order to call their 
people and dogs to the chase. 
And behold, suddenly in this desperate pur¬ 
suit, my ancestor struck his forehead against 
an enormous branch, splitting his skull; and he 
fell stiff dead to the ground, while the fright¬ 
ened horse ran away, disappearing in the 
shadows that enveloped the woods. 
The younger d’Arville stopped short, leaped 
to earth, seized his brother with both arms, and 
saw that the brains were flowing with the blood 
from his wound. Then he sat down near the 
body, took upon his knees the bloody disfigured 
head, and waited, while contemplating the im¬ 
passive face of the elder. Little by little a fear 
invaded him—a singular fear which he had never 
felt before, the fear of darkness, the fear of soli¬ 
tude, the fear of the deserted wood, and the 
fear also of the fantastic wolf that had just 
killed his brother in order to avenge himself. 
The shadows grew thicker; the piercing cold 
made the trees crack. Frangois arose, shiver¬ 
ing, unable to remain there longer, feeling ready 
almost to swoon. He could hear nothing now, 
neither the voice of the dogs nor the sound of 
the horns; all was silent around the invisible 
horizon; and this mournful silence in the freez¬ 
ing night had something terrifying and strange. 
He seized in his giant hands the immense 
corpse of his brother, lifted it up and threw it 
across the saddle, in order to bring-it back to 
the chateau. Then he resumed his march 
slowly, his mind troubled as if he was drunk; 
pursued by horrible and surprising images. 
Suddenly, in the path on which the night was 
falling, a great, gray shadow passed. It was 
the beast! A shock of terror agitated the 
hunter; something cold, like a drop of water, 
slipped along his back, and as does a monk, 
haunted by the devil, he made a large sign of 
the cross, distracted at this brusque return of 
the frightful wanderer. But his glance hap¬ 
pened to fall again on the inert form lying be¬ 
fore him, and suddenly passing in an instant 
from fear to anger, he trembled with an uncon¬ 
trollable rage. 
Then he put spurs to his horse and dashed 
forward in pursuit of the wolf. 
He followed him through the copses, the 
ravines and the forests, traversing woods which 
he failed to recognize, his eye fixed on the white 
stain that fled before him in the night now 
fully fallen upon the earth. His horse also seemed 
animated with a strength and ardor unknown. 
Fie was galloping with neck stretched on a 
straight-away course, beating against rocks and 
trees the head of the dead man thrown across 
the saddle. The briars tore his hair; the head 
striking against enormous tree trunks, be¬ 
spattered them with blood; the dead man’s 
spurs tore the bark from the trees in ribbons. 
Suddenly the animal and his pursuer left the 
forest and rushed into a small valley, as the 
moon appeared .above the hills. This valley 
was stony, shut in by great rocks, without pos¬ 
sible issue; and here the wolf turned at bay. 
Frangois then gave a joyous yell, which the 
echoes repeated like the rolling of thunder, and 
he leaped from his horse, cutlass in hand. 
The beast, with hair erect and back rounded, 
awaited him, his eyes shining like two stars. 
But before giving battle, the strong hunter seiz¬ 
ing his brother, set him upon a rock, and prop- 
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