“‘What is that?’ said she, somewhat agitated. I turned and looked. It
was so far away I could not for the life of me distinguish just what it
was. I replied: ‘Oh, nothing but a dog from one of the farms by the
wayside.’
“But if it were only a dog I feared it. I never had any particular love
for the canine race. And if that were only a dog my wife saw away in the
distance I was extremely anxious to keep out of his way. So I urged my
horse a little.
“Reaching the top of the next hill my wife again looked back. Then she
tucked the robe more closely about her. I looked into her face. She
looked troubled and seemed quite nervous, but said nothing. I turned my
head, and there in the road, away in the distance, I saw the same
object. It seemed to be gaining on us. Again I urged my horse,
encouraging him all I possibly could. A peculiar feeling instantly crept
all over me. It was a strange sensation. My hand trembled and the whip
quivered as I held it.
“The fact had flashed over me that the object seen in the road behind us
was not a dog but a buffalo wolf. The buffalo wolf of Nebraska was the
same as the giant wolf of Oregon. It was the largest species of the gray
wolf, and often attacked and killed buffaloes and on that account was
called by trappers, Indian traders and the early pioneers of the west
the ‘buffalo wolf.’ These wolves, when hungry, did not hesitate to
attack man. They were large, strong, savage and dangerous in the
extreme. I knew very well if it were one of these that had scented us
out, and was on our trail, and should overtake us, there would be no
hope whatever for our escape. The only hope of saving our lives was to
reach the village before we were overtaken. Knowing how fleet of foot
the wolf was, the hope seemed a forlorn one. I knew that not one
moment’s time could be lost--that my horse must be pushed to the last
extremity of his strength. I tried to keep cool and not become
frightened, but in vain. No one under such circumstances can keep from
being frightened.
“Silently we breathed a prayer to God for help. How natural it is to
pray when in danger. Under such circumstances all men pray, believers in
the Christian religion and unbelievers. All alike at times feel the
need of supernatural help, and at such times call upon God for
assistance. If at no other time, when in great danger, we pray--pray
earnestly.
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