A TRUE STORY.
BY MRS. KATE UPSON CLARK.
"Baa! baa! baa!" sounded in noisy, frightened chorus underneath1 Parson Darius Miller2's windows one cold April morning about fifty years ago.
So loud and so persistent3 was the chorus that Parson Miller's three sturdy boys were awake and on their feet before it had grown light enough to distinguish anything in the gray outside.
"Father! father!" shouted James, the second boy, clattering4 down the stairs in his heavy boots, "what ails5 the sheep? They're all huddled6 up close to the house, right under your window. Don't you hear them? Say, father, wake up!"
In response to all this outcry, good Parson Miller, who was a hardworking farmer as well as a parson, and slept the sleep of the just, gave forth8 a feeble and only half-intelligent "yes." Presently, however, he joined the boys, and then discovered that not all the sheep were huddled together underneath the windows, but that two of them were missing, and that large dangerous-looking tracks were all over the light snow—a regular "sugar-snow"—which covered the ground outside.
"Guess it's nothing but a wild-cat," said the parson.
"Too big for a wild-cat," said Tom. "A great deal bigger than the one Squire10 Taylor caught in his trap."
Tom was the quiet boy, but somehow, when Tom spoke11, even the older ones paid attention. Tom's eyes were always on the alert, and though they were of a gray and by no means beautiful color, and were set in a sallow and "peaked" little face, Tom was considered a vastly good-looking boy by all of the family and his intimate friends, on the principle of "Handsome is that handsome does."
Just then Squire Taylor, their next neighbor, came tramping hastily across his field, his two boys, of about the same age as James and Tom Miller, following after him.
"Wolf tracks all around my barn," said the good Squire, excitedly, before he had come near enough to see the sheep lying on the snow.
"There!" cried Daniel, nodding significantly to Tom.
"Where's the fellow gone?" queried12 little Tom, who was only fourteen, and who didn't look so old as that by reason of his small stature13.
"That's it! that's it!" cried the Squire, slapping Tom approvingly on the shoulder. "Where's the varmint gone? Let's track him, to be sure. Hullo! there's Uncle Zed."
Sure enough, old Zadok Cummings, familiarly known as "Uncle Zed," was hurrying along through the fields toward them, and carrying his old shot-gun in his hands. The news had evidently travelled fast.
"Seen him?" shouted the old man, all on fire with excitement, while drops of sweat ran down his russet face, in spite of the chilly14 weather. "Jest tell me what direction he's took, 'n' I'll ketch him! The critter! I'll ketch him; oh, I'll ketch him!" And Uncle Zed looked so fierce and funny that all of them began to laugh. But they finally succeeded in convincing the old man that he couldn't possibly "ketch him," for a few moments at least, and that the case was too serious for them to decide at once on the best course to pursue.
"He'll be around to-night too, and bring some more with him, if we don't ketch him," put in Uncle Zed, whenever a good chance occurred.
Two or three had started out to follow the trail of the wolf, and they came back to report that the tracks ended in Squire Taylor's woods.
"We must make a ring right around the woods, and hem7 him in—that's the way," said the Squire, quickly.
Tom, standing15 back behind his brothers, was seen to nod approvingly, whereupon the other boys did the same. Indeed, the proposition seemed to commend itself to the entire company, and they started toward the woods, those who had not brought guns hurrying off to get some.
"I could do it jest as well alone," muttered Uncle Zed. "They hain't ben no wolves around here for several years now, but I hain't forgot how to ketch 'em. I guess I hain't."
The men were disposed, and then everything was profoundly quiet, excepting for the sound of the beating of the bushes, or of a stray shot, when some overconfident hunter was "sure he had him."
At last Uncle Zed heard a low growl16 in a thicket17, and he had hardly time to raise his gun when out sprang an enormous wolf, and came directly toward him. The old man, almost paralyzed with fright, pulled the trigger, but his hand trembled so that his shot went a yard above the wolf's head, and the animal bounded past him unhurt. Uncle Zed shrieked18, "Wolf! wolf!" and a half-dozen men were soon in hot pursuit of the discovered game.
Tom Miller, feeling very disconsolate19 because he hadn't any gun, had not accompanied the rest; but his mother, who felt no fear for Tom, and sympathized deeply with the courageous20 little fellow, had advised him to go to a certain neighbor's and see if he couldn't borrow one. It was necessary to go quite a distance, but Tom had made it on old Sorrel, the mare21. He had come back in a wonderfully short time, bringing a trusty little shot-gun with him, and was making his way up the hill just as the wolf dashed out of the woods, heading in his direction.
Tom's heart came up in his throat, but he ran for a clump22 of bushes close by that he thought would afford a good position for a shot, stationed himself among them, and waited.
The cries of the men in pursuit came nearer. Then the gallop23 into which the wolf had broken from its quick trot24 when it left the woods seemed to shake the very ground under him. Spring—spring—spring, came the terrified brute25. He was in sight. Tom steadied his gun and fired. The wolf uttered a cry, half bark, half screech26, and giving a few lame27 and wounded leaps, lay bleeding on the ground. Then shot after shot from the men behind was poured in upon the poor creature, until he lay thoroughly28 dead. Tom Miller was quite the hero of the day, and it was voted unanimously that the wolf-skin belonged to him.
"Well, Uncle Zed, why didn't you 'ketch him,' as you said you were going to?" inquired Squire Taylor, jokingly, as the men were separating to go to a late dinner.
"Don' know what in thunder ailed29 my gun," complained Uncle Zed, rapping that unfortunate weapon crossly; "but, after all"—straightening up proudly—"you'd never have ketched that wolf if it hadn't 'a ben for me."
"How's that?" asked the Squire.
"Why, goodness gracious! didn't you hear me holler? I hollered an' started you all up. My!" continued the old man, reflectively, as he turned away amid a general laugh, which did not appear to damp his spirits in the least, "how I did holler!"
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