THE COMING BATTLE WITH THE WOLVES--THOROUGH PREPARATIONS--THE CRY OF THE
WOLVES FOR REINFORCEMENTS--THE FIRST ATTACK AND REPULSE--WOUNDED WOLVES
DEVOURED--MEMOTAS'S COMMENTS--THE SECOND ATTACK--THE POWDER EXPLOSIONS--
FINAL VICTORY--DOGS RELUCTANT TO ATTACK WOLVES--EXPLANATIONS--MR. ROSS'S
STORY OF THE BEARS STEALING HIS PIGS--DOGS MORE CONFIDENT IN ATTACKING
BEARS.
The Indians very quickly aroused Mr Ross, who at once realised the
danger that menaced them. The Indians, prompt to act in such
emergencies, had already begun their preparations to meet the oncoming
foes. They had seized their axes, and were already hard at work cutting
down more trees, that there might be an additional supply of wood with
which the fire could be kept brilliantly burning. Some of the men were
busily engaged in getting the guns and ammunition ready and in making
other arrangements that would aid to success in the approaching battle.
To Mr Ross the Indians left the work of calling up the boys and
informing them of the coming danger. This he speedily did, and great
was their surprise when informed of the fact that in all probability
they were in for a fierce battle with an unknown number of savage
wolves.
To judge by their howlings the wolves were still a long distance from
the camp. The hearing of the Indians is very acute, and when the
temperature is down so low that the mercury is frozen, sounds are heard
very much more distinctly, and from a greater distance, than under
ordinary atmospheric conditions. Thus there was fortunately a little
time for preparation ere they would have to meet the fierce assault.
The boys were each urged to quickly put the harness on their own dogs
and bring them into the camp, which was rapidly being enlarged. The old
dogs, that had a wholesome dread of wolves, were, it was thought, wise
enough to look after themselves. Before even Mr Ross and the boys had
heard the wolves, the old dogs had detected falling on their ears the
melancholy sound, and trembling with fear they came crowding into the
camp, and to the feet of their different drivers.
Trees were fallen all around, under the vigorous blows of the choppers,
and were being cut into lengths that could be carried in. Three or four
men would seize hold of these great dry logs and speedily bring them
into the position which they well knew would be to the best advantage.
The sleds were rearranged, and so placed that logs could be piled on
them. The harnesses were all hung high, and everything made as secure
as possible. Wolves are afraid of fire, and so now it was that on this
fire the Indians were going mainly to depend. Already the men had
thrown a number of fresh logs on the fire, as well as extended it out in
crescent shape to the right and left. Behind the camp they cut down a
number of the trees, so placing them that they made a natural barricade
as they crashed into each other. It was not at all wolf-proof, but it
would prevent a rush attack, and those bold enough to try to venture
through could be easily seen and shot.
About five hundred yards from the camp the trail made quite an ascent
ere the camp was reached. Up to the moment when the wolves reached the
top of this ascent they had travelled altogether by the strong scent of
the castoreum which is found in the body of the beaver, and which had
most thoroughly perfumed the whole party, dogs, men, and outfit. As the
brilliant fire now for the first moment was seen by them, their howlings
suddenly ceased, and it was evident that they were very much perplexed.
"Bothered are you?" chuckled Memotas, as he carefully examined his gun.
"Wanted beaver, did you, and prepared to take it raw, and now it looks
as though, if you get it, you will have to take it hot? come on for it,
if you dare."
These sarcastic words were helpful to the boys, who had worked
splendidly under Mr Ross's guidance. There was no doubt about it that
the boys were excited. Alec, whose fearful race against such monsters
came visibly before him, was agitated, yet he bravely did everything
desired of him, and felt that he was in for another triumph. It is no
sign of cowardice to be conscious of the danger to be faced. The
bravest of the brave are those who realise the greatness of the task
before them, and then unflinchingly face it, to conquer or to die.
Unfortunately, on this trip the boys had not brought with them their
guns. However, before starting Mr Ross had seen that one apiece for
each of his men, including Memotas, with abundance of ammunition, was
placed upon the sleds. The hunters fortunately had an extra gun with
them, and this was handed to Mr Ross.
"I wonder what conspiracy they are hatching now," said Memotas, as the
wolves continued so strangely silent.
"Nothing that bodes any good to us," replied Mr Ross. He had been in
critical positions like this before, and now as the scent of battle once
more was on him he handed his gun with pleasure and rejoiced in the
excitement of the hour. He would have been glad if the boys had been
safe at Sagasta-weekee, for as yet it was utterly impossible to form any
estimate of their as yet unseen foes' numbers, or to judge of the
fierceness of the attack which they would shortly make.
For about half an hour this strange, unnatural stillness continued, and
then there broke upon their ears a horrid din that seemed to come from
every point in the compass around them. Although the sound was some
distance off, yet so blood-curdling was it that the boys were startled,
and Alec pulled his fur cap down over his ears in a vain endeavour to
shut out the horrid sounds. The dogs seemed at first to try and answer
this noisy challenge, but soon their courage sadly oozed out, and they
tremblingly huddled together in the camp, or close to their masters'
feet.
To the boys' amazement, the Indians unconcernedly put down their guns,
and taking up their pipes began to smoke. Turning to the boys, Mr Ross
said:
"You had all better lie down and sleep, for we are not going to be
troubled with the wolves for a good while."
"Why, dare we do that," said Frank, "when the wolves are now all around
us?"
"Yes," said Mr Ross, "that last cry we heard was from different points
around us, but it was not the challenge of immediate attack, but a call
sent out for reinforcements. Every wolf within ten miles of us heard
that far-reaching cry, and is galloping in this direction."
"That means," said Sam, "that every wolf within four hundred miles of us
is mustering for the fight?"
"Precisely," said Alec, "if you square the circle."
It was rather trying for the boys to be asked to lie down and go to
sleep under such circumstances, yet they promptly obeyed the request of
those they knew would only give them the best of advice. Strange as it
may appear to some, our brave boys were soon sound asleep, and when,
about an hour after they were called up again, they found themselves
refreshed and doubly nerved for the coming conflict.
The subdued howlings of the wolves were again distinctly heard, and it
was the opinion of the Indians that they were holding a big council to
decide on the plan of their attack. Knowing so well their methods, it
was the opinion of them all that the heaviest assault would be on the
leeward side, as there the wind carried the strong scent from the
castoreum and the meat. To impede them in their rush if they should try
that method of attack, a couple of Indians with their axes ventured out
in that direction and cut down a number of trees, which they caused to
fall in such a way that the wolves, when approaching, would be delayed
by them, and thus render it easier for them to be shot. While these men
were thus chopping, in that advanced position of danger, others with
loaded guns stood not far behind as their defenders. However, they were
not disturbed except by one skulking fellow, that was doubtless acting
as a scout. When he saw that he was discovered, he quickly retreated
back in the gloom of the forest.
The increasing din and the more confident yelps told the men, who,
living in the forest, had become familiar with the various sounds and
calls of the wild beasts, that reinforcements were coming in, and that
the attack would soon be made.
The camp could muster ten guns. Six of these were doubled-barrelled,
but they were all muzzle-loaders. When the boys were aroused the second
time they were each given small-sized axes as their weapons of defence,
in case the battle should reach the camp, which, however, was not
anticipated. In addition they were expected to keep the dogs together,
and soothe and quiet them as much as possible.
Noticing some peculiar rolls of birch bark well back from the fire, on
which Memotas was keeping a careful eye, Sam inquired what they were,
and was interested to learn that they were a kind of improvised hand
grenade, made by Memotas, to be used if the wolves should strive to come
too close. They each contained two or more pounds of powder, and if
they did but little execution they would at least add to the noise and
excitement.
At the request of all the men Mr Ross was appointed as captain, whose
word was to be obeyed by all. That he might be able to wisely direct
the men to the points where the attack seemed to be most directed, a
scaffold of logs was hurriedly erected on the windward side of the camp.
So abundant was the supply of wood that the fire was kept burning so
brightly that Mr Ross, from his elevated position, could see quite a
distance into the forest in every direction.
As was anticipated, the attack was made on the leeward side with a rush,
and, with howlings that were blood-curdling, the savage beasts in a pack
rushed forward, as though confident of success and an easy victory. The
newly fallen trees bothered them but for a moment, as on they rushed.
As they emerged from them the men began firing at them, from the point
in front of the camp, to which they had advanced. As the first volley
from the ten guns rang out a number of wolves fell dead, while others,
badly wounded, with howls of pain quickly retreated. Mr Ross could see
that they met with no sympathy, for, wounded as they were, they had to
fight for their lives against some of their comrades that, having tasted
the blood of their wounds, were anxious to devour them.
In the meantime the men with the double-barrelled guns kept picking off
the more venturesome of the wolves, while the men with the other guides
rapidly loaded them. Thus they kept loading and firing until the
disheartened survivors drew back beyond the range of the light into the
darkness of the forest. For a time all that was heard were the yelpings
and snarlings of the wounded and their assailants. These discordant
cries seemed to amuse Memotas very much.
"Ha, ha!" said he, "you came for beaver, did you?--with perhaps a man or
boy or two thrown in; and now you are content to eat your brother wolf's
flesh! You are easily contented, anyway."
"Wait, Memotas," said another Indian; "those wolves are not through with
us yet, and it is likely that we will have a bigger attack from them
than what we already have had."
Quietly calling one of the Indians, who was possessed of marvellous
powers of vision, up on the scaffolding where he was, Mr Ross called
his attention to the stealthy movements of the wolves. Keen as were the
powers of vision possessed by Mr Ross, those of this Indian were much
superior, and so he at once was able to detect the wolves skulking back
to a point far in the rear of the camp. Their object was to make an
attack from that direction. To meet this new movement, Mr Ross
withdrew most of the men from the front, and placed them where they
would be able to render most effective service. About a hundred feet or
more behind the camp stood a very tall, dead balsam tree. Seizing a
large axe, and calling another Indian to do likewise, Memotas rushed out
with his comrade and speedily cut down that tree, causing it to fall
directly from the camp. Then taking his queer-looking rolls of
gunpowder in his arms, and slipping his snowshoes on his feet, he
hurried back to the place where the top of the tree now lay upon the
ground. This was at the place along which the wolves would probably
come when they again made their attack. Here Memotas carefully arranged
his powder-loaded rolls of birch bark, and connected the fuses of each
with a heavy sprinkling of gunpowder, which reached to the trunk of the
tree. Then pulling the cork out of a horn full of powder, which had
been slung on his back, he laid a train on the trunk the whole length of
the tree. Coming into the camp, as he relit his pipe, he coolly said to
the boys, "I think I will give them some singed wolf meat as a change
after a while."
As was anticipated, at this point a number of wolves gathered to make
the attack. They cunningly kept themselves as much in the shadows of
the trees as possible, and so were the more difficult to hit. However,
they never got very near the camp until the firing for a time had to be
nearly suspended owing to the guns becoming too hot from rapid use.
This was Memotas's opportunity. Seeing a number of wolves, emboldened
by the apparent ceasing of the firing, coming on with a rush toward the
spot where he had placed his birch rolls of powder, he boldly seized a
flaming brand from the fire and rushed out to the spot where he had
stood when he had cut down the tree. As from his position he could not
very well see the oncoming wolves, he waited for Mr Ross to give him
notice when to fire his little train of gunpowder. The instant the word
was given he touched the firebrand to the powder, and at once rushed
back to join the other Indians, who with their guns were again ready for
their foes. Some of the wolves, more eager than their comrades, had
already passed by the mine laid for them, and so were a little startled
by the spluttering little stream of fire that passed them as it made its
way along the trunk of that tree. Carefully and well had Memotas done
his work, for soon there was a series of explosions mingled with
yelpings of pain and terror, and a number of frightened hairless and
wounded wolves turned into the forest and were seen no more. A forward
rush of the men, firing heavily as they advanced, completed the work,
and that strange battle was over.
There was but little rest or sleep for any of the party in the camp
during the brief remainder of the night. The fires were kept brightly
burning, and in turns the men with guns loaded kept vigilant watch
against their treacherous foes. As an extra precaution a gun was
occasionally fired, so that any skulking wolf remaining in the
neighbourhood might know that the inhabitants of the camp were on their
guard, and ready to renew the fight if it were necessary.
As soon as it was broad daylight, escorted by some of the Indians, fully
armed, Mr Ross and the boys went out on a tour around what might be
called the battle field. They were surprised at not finding more dead
wolves than they did. They were, however, simply disgusted at the many
evidences of the rank cannibalism of those that had escaped the bullets.
They had without any pity or remorse most rapidly devoured the dead and
wounded, with the exception of those that had been singed by Memotas's
improvised fireworks. So successful had been this explosion, and so
accurate the aim of the men, that several wolves of different kinds were
found within a radius of half a mile. Some had been killed instantly,
and so lay just where they fell. Others, mortally wounded, had managed
to crawl away quite a distance ere they died. But of all those that in
any way had been singed or burnt by the fire not one had been torn or
mangled by the survivors. However, such had been the effects of the
fire upon them that their skins were valueless as fur, and so they were
left undisturbed where they had fallen.
A good breakfast was ready for them all when they returned to the camp.
Soon after it was over the sleds were again loaded, the dogs harnessed,
and the journey once more resumed.
It had been a memorable night for the boys. They had remained cool and
collected, but alert and watchful. The conduct of the dogs rather
humiliated and disappointed them. Why some of them should act so
cowardly, and so tremble at the howlings of the wolves, was to them a
mystery and an annoyance. They, however, stoutly declared that their
own young trains growled, and even barked back their defiance, when the
howlings of the wolves were most severe. At the resting place where
they stopped for dinner they had quite a discussion on the subject. Sam
confessed that he had been eager to let the dogs loose and then urge
them on to the attack. At this candid confession Mr Ross was much
amused, and said that when a boy, long ago, travelling with his father
and some Indians, one night in a camp where they were bothered by the
howlings of some wolves he, against their advice, urged his own splendid
train of young dogs to the attack. Only three of them managed to get
back to the camp, and they were in such a wounded, torn condition that
they were worth but little for weeks. The fourth one had been devoured
by the wolves.
"As one result," added Mr Ross, "I had to walk or run on snowshoes the
rest of the long journey home, and as it was over a hundred miles I
often wished I had not been so eager to set my dogs on a number of great
northern wolves."
"What do you think would have happened," said Alec, "if Sam had set the
three trains we boys are driving on to those wolves that attacked us
last night?"
"I think," said Mr Ross, with a bit of a twinkle in his eye, "that
there would have been seen along here somewhere three tired, down-
hearted boys trudging along on snowshoes and mourning the loss of twelve
splendid dogs."
"Well," said Frank, "I am glad we did not get up a wolf fight, for this
is jollier than trudging along all day on snowshoes."
With a laugh he threw himself on his dog-sled, and then with a cheer he
was first off on the trail of the guide. Quickly the rest followed, and
the journey was resumed.
When the journey was ended, and in after days as various incidents of
this eventful trip were being discussed, the boys were loth to have to
believe that it was running a big risk to allow sleigh dogs to attack
wolves.
"What about bears?" said Sam.
"There is not one quarter the risk run by dogs in attacking bears, that
there is when they venture to assail wolves," said Mr Ross. "These big
wolves of the North are generally in a half-starved condition. When
attacked they seem to know that it is for their very life they are
fighting, and so they use their long, sharp teeth and powerful jaws with
the greatest ferocity imaginable. Bears, on the contrary, fight in an
entirely different way. When they are assailed by dogs they very
seldom, if ever, fasten on them with their teeth as do the more vicious
wolves. Their one great effort in the conflict is to seize hold of the
dogs. If they can once get them in the grip of their long, strong,
muscular forearms--well, one hug is all the most powerful dog requires
to use him up for that day. Fortunate is he if he is not killed by the
fearful squeezing he has received. Dogs seem, by some sort of instinct,
to very quickly find out where their danger is, and so, unless they are
young and inexperienced, they will fight shy of getting within the reach
of those strong forearms that can give such an unlovely hug."
"How do the clever, experienced dogs attack bears?" asked Alec.
"I am in hopes," said Mr Ross, "that before many more months you will
be able to see for yourselves, but as there is much uncertainty about
all these things, I will try and describe a battle we had not a mile
away from Sagasta-weekee a couple of years ago. We had brought some
young pigs out from the Selkirk country, and had them well housed in a
warm pen, around which was erected a high, strong stockade. We knew
that bears were fond of pork, and were also aware of the fact that they
were good climbers, but with all our experience of them we never
imagined that they would attempt to scale that high stockade and try to
steal our pigs. But they did, and with a certain measure of success.
Without alarming the dogs, or even any of the several Indians about the
place, they succeeded in climbing over that high stockade, and each
bear--for there were three of them--grabbed a pig, each one weighing
perhaps fifty pounds, and succeeded in getting back over the stockade,
and off for the woods ere the loud squealings of the frightened young
porkers gave them away. Of course, we were instantly aroused by these
unusual noises, and at once suspecting the cause, I gave instant orders
that the dogs that were at home should be immediately let out of their
kennels and put on to the trail of the bears. As soon as possible a
number of us quickly followed. Fortunately for us, the morning had so
advanced that there was sufficient light for us to see our way. We had
no trouble in reference to the direction in which to go, as the squeals
of the pigs and the excited barkings of the dogs were quite sufficient
to guide us. When we reached them we beheld a sight that made the most
stoical of my Indians laugh. Here we found the three bears brought to
bay. Each one of them was bravely holding in one forearm, as a mother
does a child, one of the stolen pigs, while with his other forepaw he
was giving resounding whacks to every dog that was rash enough to come
within range. My largest sleigh dogs were still out with Kinesasis at
their summer home, and so the bears were more able to repel the attacks
of these much smaller ones. Still there were some plucky ones among the
dozen or so in this pack, and they knew how to fight bears when they had
them on the run. But they were bothered to know what to do with these
big fellows, sitting here with their backs against a tree and a noisy
pig in one forearm while they used the other like a terrible boxer.
"From a distance we watched for a time the peculiar conflict, and
perhaps would have done so longer if it had not been that we saw one of
my pet dogs, a very courageous little fellow, make a too venturesome
rush and get within the sweep of that great arm. Suddenly the bear
dragged him in, and although the plucky fellow tried to use his teeth,
it was of no use. The bear hugged him to himself with such a crushing
grip that the poor dog's ribs were broken like clay pipe-stems. Then
suddenly the dog was flung quite a distance to one side.
"We did not want to see any more valuable dogs thus treated, and so we
at once pushed forward. When the alert bears saw us approaching they at
once started for the distant woods. Now the advantage was all with the
dogs. It was very comical to see the desperate efforts made by those
bears to hold on to those pigs, and also to fight the dogs and to keep
up their retreat. Experienced dogs know that the tenderest spot in a
bear is the tendon of his hind leg, and so that is where they try to
seize hold of him. Two clever dogs are all that are necessary to delay,
until the hunters come up, the largest black bears in our country. It
does not depend very much on the size of the dogs. Indeed, large dogs
are rather at a disadvantage, as it is harder for them to get out of the
range of the bear when he turns upon them. In this fight all my dogs
did was to assail each bear in front and rear. While the dog in front
kept up a vigorous barking as close to his nose as it was safe to
venture, the dog in the rear, watching his opportunity, sprang in and
gave him a severe nip in the tender spot in his hind leg. This, of
course, could not be put up with, and so the bear, still holding on to
his pig, quickly whirled around to repel this second assailant. The
instant he did so the clever dog that had been in front, but was now in
the rear, instantly sprang in and caught the bear in the same tender
spot. This, of course, brought the bear back again to him, but he was
too clever to hang on, and having done his work he quickly sprang out of
the reach of those dreaded paws. Seeing the bear once more turned from
him, the other dog again dashed in and gave him another severe bite in
the same place. Thus it was that the dogs, while not daring to close
with such large bears, were yet able to keep them from escaping until we
came up and shot them."
"What about the pigs?" said Frank.
"They were alive, and not much the worse for their queer adventure,
although for some days they seemed dull and sore," was the reply.