Search just our sites by using our customised site search engine

Click here to get a Printer Friendly PageSmiley

Click here to learn more about MyHeritage and get free genealogy resources

The McGregors
Timber Wolves

While the sleighing was good, Jim hauled more logs and Janet did the chores around the cabin at the noon hour. They had hens now, as well as two sows, and she would see that they had feed and water and at the same time let Gamey and the cow out to drink at the creek. There were always other chores to do, and on this particular day she was in no hurry; it was pleasant to putter around in the warm stable and watch the animals. Suddenly there was a racket in the yard and a frantic whinny from Gamey. She had only opened the door halfway when the horse pushed his way into the barn, his eyes rolling.

"Gamey! What's the matter, boy?"

Janet slipped outside, and then she saw the dogs. They had the cow cornered halfway from the creek. As she watched, one moved swiftly to catch the cow's hind leg. The cow bellowed and swung horns and hooves faster than she had ever seen any cow move before. The dogs slipped warily aside and then returned to the attack. Janet screamed and ran, pitchfork in hand, to the rescue. The dogs turned, unhurried, and watched as this phenomenon bore down on them. Sensing an opportunity to escape, the cow bellowed and headed for the stable, tail in air. Twenty feet from these arrogant animals, and with pitchfork raised, Janet came to a stop, feet sliding in the snow. It was suddenly and shockingly apparent to her that these were not dogs, they were not even the slinky brush wolves she had seen before, but timber wolves. They stared at her coolly, their amber eyes cold, expressionless, their attitude casual, unhurried. Their ears were short, partly hidden in thick, tawny fur; their foreheads were broad; and they stood thirty inches at the shoulder. To Janet, frightened now and unsure what she should do, they seemed almost contemptuous, these creatures from another world, the world of rocks and trees and endless space stretching to the northern ocean. But, in fact, the wolves were not as enigmatic as they looked. They were more curious than anything, wary but not afraid. They were young, had mated recently, the first time for both, and were on a honeymoon of sorts. They had set out in a careless foray into these southern regions in sheer high spirits, travelling rapidly for three days and covering an astonishing amount of territory. They had found the long swamp in the middle of the county and run the length of it and now they were hungry and the cow had seemed the answer. Older wolves would not have stopped to argue the point; they would have been long gone by now.

But Janet didn't know this, and she stood, fighting the panic. Whatever happened she mustn't run, she mustn't turn her back on these monstrous things. She was a good fifty feet from the house, but at least she had the pitchfork. She shook it now, menacingly, at the nearest wolf. He merely sat down on his haunches and regarded her coolly. Both Janet and the wolves stood for a time, none willing to make the first move. It was no more than five minutes, but to Janet it seemed an hour. To the pair it was nothing; time had no meaning for them.

Janet knew she would have to move; she would have to back slowly through the snow until she could dash to the house. Slowly she retreated, gaining only a few steps before the seated wolf got up. She stopped, and they all stood for a time. Then she tried moving sideways, but angling to gain a few more yards. The wolves moved too. Another move and another stop and she was halfway to the house, her feet feeling the path. Now she could turn and risk a dash, but what if the animals sprang on her back; they could move so fast. There was another stalemate. And then Janet became angry. What was she doing here, cowed by these primitive brutes? She was supposed to have the brains, wasn't she? She took off her apron, stuck the fork handle in the snow, pulled the apron down on the tines of the fork, and backed slowly to the house door. The wolves regarded these new developments with interest, but made no move. She quickly slammed the door-bar shut and pulled the little shotgun down from its pegs. She pulled out a drawer with shaking hands, looking for the shells; as she yanked it out, everything-yarns, patches, odds and ends-fell on the floor. By the time she had found the shells and got the gun loaded, a bellow came from the barn.

The wolves had wasted no time. With the odd creature out of the way they would try the cow again. They stood now in the open stable door. The place had a pungent smell. It would be wise not to be hasty. The cow bellowed again and they licked their chops: there was a lot of meat there. They heard the house door open and turned to see the two-legged animal coming. Janet walked halfway to the barn, knelt on one knee, took cool aim, and fired. The dog wolf went three feet in the air and came down facing the other way. His face stung like a hundred bee stings. In a few seconds both wolves were out of sight.

"Why didn't you use the rifle?" Jim asked later.

"I'm afraid of the rifle; it seems such a vicious thing."

"Just as well to have the vicious things on your side. If it had been a bear at that range the shotgun would just have made him mad."

"Well, I was mad, too. Is it true what they say about wolves, that they won't attack humans?"

"Perhaps it's true about brush wolves; as to timber wolves, I don't know. I haven't seen that many. I would hate to trust them, and besides there is always the wolf who might not know the rules."

So Janet learned to use the rifle. She practised until she could shoot offhand with either shotgun or rifle, but it took a good deal of egg money to buy the ammunition.

Return to Book Index Page

This comment system requires you to be logged in through either a Disqus account or an account you already have with Google, Twitter, Facebook or Yahoo. In the event you don't have an account with any of these companies then you can create an account with Disqus. All comments are moderated so they won't display until the moderator has approved your comment.