Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
Various
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"I had never met with these animals, but, from the description given of
them, I had but little pleasure in making their acquaintance. Their
untamable fierceness, and the untiring strength which seems to be a part
of their nature, render them objects of dread to every benighted
traveler.
"'With their long gallop, which can tire
The hound's deep hate, the hunter's fire,'
they pursue their prey, and naught but death can separate them. The
bushes that skirted the shore flew past with the velocity of light as I
dashed on in my flight. The outlet was nearly gained; one second more,
and I would be comparatively safe, when my pursuers appeared on the bank
directly above me, which rose to the height of some ten feet. There was
no time for thought; I bent my head and dashed wildly forward. The
wolves sprang, but, miscalculating my speed, sprang behind, while their
intended prey glided out into the river.
"Nature turned me toward home. The light flakes of snow spun from the
iron of my skates, and I was now some distance from my pursuers, when
their fierce howl told me that I was again the fugitive. I did not look
back; I did not feel sorry or glad; one thought of home, of the bright
faces awaiting my return, of their tears if they should never again see
me, and then every energy of mind and body was exerted for my escape. I
was perfectly at home on the ice. Many were the days I spent on my
skates, never thinking that at one time they would be my only means of
safety. Every half minute an alternate yelp from my pursuers made me but
too certain they were close at my heels. Nearer and nearer they came; I
heard their feet pattering on the ice nearer still, until I fancied I
could hear their deep breathing. Every nerve and muscle in my frame was
stretched to the utmost tension.
"The trees along the shore seemed to dance in the uncertain light, and
my brain turned with my own breathless speed; yet still they seemed to
hiss forth with a sound truly horrible, when an involuntary motion on my
part turned me out of my course. The wolves close behind, unable to stop
and as unable to turn, slipped, fell, going on far ahead, their tongues
lolling out, their white tusks gleaming from their bloody mouths, their
dark, shaggy breasts freckled with foam; and as they passed me their
eyes glared, and they howled with rage and fury. The thought flashed on
my mind that by this means I could avoid them, viz., by turning aside
whenever they came too near; for they, by the formation of their feet,
are unable to run on ice except on a right line.
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