Oct. 30. 1909.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
G89 
“A a-as,' resumed Anse after a pause, “we 
lun fine de black steer en de heifer down ecu 
]e draw, but le loup dun hamstring her. De 
;teer he some scratch hup, too, but we geet 
iieem hoame. De odder we geet her hide. Ya-as, 
ve dun feex her good wid pizen. Dar be er 
lilenty seeck loup round dare ternight, ah 
eckon.” 
“Tres bien ! Das night me ah glad sumbody 
eex heem,” remarked Victor. "Dey been so 
ad erroun ouah place das we don’t can lief ally¬ 
ing houtside. Why, las’ night my papa he geet 
cry tiahed er de racket dose houn’s keep hup 
r fightin’ en he go hout by de corral, en as dey 
un pass he keeck dem. Dey don't yelp ’tall, des 
narl, en den de moon shine hout en he see hit 
r beeg black loup—no houn’ ’tall. Foah he 
in shoot hit slink inteh de shadow ob de calf 
hed en den heet dun 
one. Me, ah teh scairt 
o out deah ob nights. 
)ey dun stole all 
laman’s dindes en 
oulets 8 offen de bushes 
•bar dey roosts.” 
“Das bad, Victor, 
eah hab teh geet ovah 
as er yeh nebber kin 
e’p run de loup blanc. 
. et tek er fellah wid 
'me san' in he craw, 
ey say das le loup- 
irou ees one oh de 
rents le diable, eef not 
tonsieur hese’f. Me, ah 
nk le loup blanc hees 
ester or bruder; he 
k das way.” 
“Papa tole us ’bout 
taime yeh runned 
white wolf ’cross 
■airie Tremblantes er- 
ig wid Gran’pere.” 
"Das long taime ago 
w. Me, ah wuz jus’ 
towed up. Eet been er 
etty fair wintah, no 
le weddah, en de 
ring he rainy en 
?gy. Eet erlong ’bout 
end er calfin’ taime, 
ah wuz er helpin' wuk de cattle en bran. 
Das onlee two house on Long Prairie den, 
m pere Valcour en Gran’pere Anse, he des 
de aidge er de tremblantes. Bofe haf putty 
'd bunch stock 0 , but deh lose lots er calf en 
s dat spring. Le loup vere bad en we 
no good houn’s den teh run dem wid. Dey 
•v en no good fighters. Le loup whup dem 
Y ; most’y keel dem. 
Das mornin’ me an’ gran’pere start teh ride 
rn teh Gran’pere Anse’s teh he’p heem cut 
t some calf, en es we pass de Oak Motte 10 , 
e de school en chit ch house ees now, we 
'P er loup blanc. Ercourse we tuk afteh 
1 Ti, en he circle up to ard de ridge, den change 
'min’ en light out foah de tremblantes. We 
: no dorg erlong, so has teh r ; de putty fas’, 
1 he des lopes erlong. W’en we geet een sight 
^nse s, me, ah tek er couple er shots et heem 
my gun. Don't heet heem, but keeck up 
[ ,rk . e ys a nd chickens. 
1 live stock (covers horses, mules and cattle). 
-land clump of trees in prairie. 
de dus' kine er clus, en das mek he hump he- 
sef er leetle. 
"Dey hear de shots en cum lopin’ out, gran’¬ 
pere en Alex, en day kine er turn heem. Den 
we on de tremblantes en can't mek so good 
taime, caze pony maybe brek through en geet 
bogged hup. Gran’pere en Alex tek er swing 
teh de right so es teh head heem off, foh he 
geet teh de beeg suck-hole. Me, ah ridin’ uh 
putty good Steeldust pony dat outrun my papa's, 
en ah keep putty good sight' er le loup 
—he not real wite; kiner dirty gray en mighty 
beeg. W’en we geet neah de suck-hole de whole 
prairie des er weavin’ en er rollin’ laik de waves 
er de sea. Alex, he ride up on de fur side en 
le loup des kiner stop er minute en Steeldust 
let out er notch en ah geet putty clus. Den he 
tu n back en try pass me clus teh de watah, en 
BACK FROM THE HUNT. 
ah swing roun’ en try crowd heem baick. Ah 
dun heet but can t stop de pony; des haf taime 
teh jump cl ar, when he squats en de groun’ 
slips erway fum he hoof en kerchunk! eenteh 
de suck-hole he go—clean outah sight. Me, ah 
slide, teh, an’ doe ah scratch en claw de groun’ 
hard, my legs slip obah de aidge unteh de mud 
en ah kiner balance dar. Me, ah deeg my fingers 
eentah de dirt en try crawl hout, but das mud 
gotter grip en ah feel myse’f begin teh sb'p, slip 
easy but suah, deeper een. Eet des seem to 
crope up erroun my legs laik de watah es hit 
bubbles hup from a spring; but hit suck laik 
er steam engine en me, ah yell laik mad en claw 
dirt en scrapple laik de berry debbil. Ja done! 
Heet do no good. De mud he crawl up teh my 
knee, den my hip, en ah t’ink hits all hup wid 
me. Ah fetch ernuther yell en try pull hout 
ergin, but de ole grass short en rotten en de 
roots come out w’en I claw dem. Den de 
ground begin teh rockin’ en ah slip faster; den 
ah heah er yell en sumfin’ hit me on de shoul¬ 
der en ah throwed hup my arm an’ feel er rope. 
The Montana Bison Range. 
Dr. W. T. Hornaday, president of the Ameri¬ 
can Bison Society, recently received a letter from 
A. R. Hodges, warden of the recently established 
National Bison Range, near Ravalli, Montana. 
The report stated that the thirty-four head of 
bison purchased by the society from the Conrad 
buffalo herd had reached the bison range in per¬ 
fect condition and would soon be established 
there. The price paid for these bison is said 
to have been $375 each. 
Mon Dieu! but ah grab hit queeck. Den ah 
heah Alex yell, 'Raise yeah hed; put hit unner 
yer arms. Vite ! Vite !’ 
Es ah did, hit drawed tight en ah knowed 
dat he goan try snub me hout. Ah t’ink hit cut 
me in two—me—feh hit squeeze my breff hout, 
en de mud he drag, dra-ag my laigs laik heet 
nevah let go. En ah t’ink how sometimes ah 
stretch er ole cow’s naick w’en she dun bog en 
ah try pull her hout by de horn. Den ah keeck 
en scramble some moah, en all at oncet wid er 
slosh en er gurgle hit lef go, en ah slid hout 
hon de grass en bresh des es ah heah de call 
er le loup long en wailin’ en way off. Naixt 
t’ing, me, ah lookin’ hup at de sun en Alex en 
gran’pere en my papa er rubbin’ en er punchin’ 
me. Ah feel putty seeck en gone w’en ah seet 
hup en luk et dat suck-hole er leetle piece erway 
er bubblin’ en erwukin’. 
“ ‘Alon fils, das er 
clus call. Le Bon Dieu 
vere kine teh me dis 
day,’ sehs papa; 'we 
bettah be er geetin’ 
hoame.’ So ah clime 
hup behin’ heem en ride. 
“Steeldust? He dun 
gone; nebbah show hup 
atteh he go een hole. 
En my new saddle eet 
loss, too, en de hair 
rope dat Injun Pierre 
dun twis’ foh me. Mau- 
vais! but heet wuz er 
bad luck day feh me. 
“Alex, he says he 
putty clus teh le loup, 
en des’ bout snap he 
rope ovah hes haid, 
w’en he heah me yell; 
he turn he haid queeck 
en see me een de aidge 
er de hole. He whirl he 
pony en cum vite, en 
snap de rope ovah my 
shoulder en snub me 
hout. He seh he t’ink 
I bruk inteh, de mud 
hang on teh my legs so 
Le loup? He nevah luk 
atteh, but he hearn heem 
yell teh, des ah cum hout. 
"We don't luk feh heem no moah, no seh. 
En me, ah don't hunt no loup feh er long taime, 
en ef ah see one dat luked witish ah don’t run 
heem ’tall; no seh. 
"Ja done! Das de cheeckin crowin’ feh mid¬ 
night. Yeh, boy, bettah be gettin’ teh baid, feh 
dah 11 be sum ridin’ teh do to-morrow w’en we 
go turn dem ole cow back teh de range en geet 
dose hides. So vite, vite!” 
