THE SALISBURY WATCHMAN, SALISBURY, fr. C.
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The Story of a Dog That Turned Wolf
By JAMES OLIVER CVRWOOD
Copyright Bobbs-MerrUI Co.
KAZAN EXPERIENCES THE JOY OF MATING AND HUNT
ING, GAME WITH THE WOLF PACK
Kazan is a vicious Alaskan sledge dog, one-quarter gray wolf. Tie
saves his master's ife and is taken along when the master goes to civ
ilization to meet his bride and return with her to the frozen country.
Even the master is afraid to touch the dog, but Isobel, Kazan's new
mistress, wins his devotion instantly. On the way northward, Mc
Cready, a dog-team driver,, Joins the party. Inflamed by drink on tbte
following night, McCready beats the master insensible and attacks
the bride. Kazan flies at the assailant's throat, kills him, takes to
the woods and joins a wolf pack. He fights the pack leader.
CHAPTER V Continued.
For the first time in his life Kazan
felt the terror and the pain of the
death-grip, and with a mighty effort he
flung his head a little forward, and
snapped blindly. His powerful jaws
closed on the wolf's foreleg, close to
the body. There was a cracking of
bone and a crunching of flesh, and the
circle of waiting wolves grew tense and
alert. One or the other of the fighters
was sure to go down before the holds
were broken, and they but awaited
that fatal fall as a signal to leap in
to the death.
Only the thickness of hair and hide
on the back of Kazan's neck, and the
toughness of his muscles, saved him
from that terrible fate of the van
quished. The wolf's teeth Sank deep,
but not deep enough to reach the vital
spot,, and suddenly Kazan put every
ounce of strength in his limbs to the
effort, and flung himself up bodily from
under his antagonist. The grip on his
neck relaxed, and with another rearing
leap he tore himself free.
As swift as a whip-lash he whirled
on the broken-legged leader of the pack
and with the full rush and weight of
his shoulders struck him fairly in the
side. More deadly than the throat-grip
had Kazan sometimes found the lunge
when delivered at the right moment. It
was deadly now. The big gray wolf
lost his feet, rolled upon his back for
an instant, and the pack rushed in,
eager to rend the last of life from the
leader whose power had ceased to
exist.
From out of that gray, snarling,
bloody-lipped mass, Kazan drew back,
panting and bleeding. He was weak.
There was a curious sickness in his
head. He wanted to lie down in the
snow. But the old and infallible in
stinct warned him not to betray that
weakness. From out of the pack a slim,
lithe, gray she-wolf came up to him,
and lay down in the snow before him,
and then rose swiftly and sniffed at his
wounds.
She was young and strong and beau
tiful, but Kazan did not look at her.
Where the fight had been he was look
ing, at what little remained; of the old
leader. The pack had returned to the
feast. He heard again the cracking of
bones and the rending of flesh, and
something told him that thereafter all
the wilderness would hear and recog
nize his voice, and that when he sat
back on his haunches and called to the
moon and the stars, those swift-footed
hunters of the big plain would respond
to it. He circled twice about the cari
bou and the pack, and then trotted off
to the edge of the black spruce forest.
When he reached the shadows he
-looked back. Gray Wolf was following
film;. She was only a few yards be
hind. And now she came up to him, a
little timidly, and she, too, looked back
to the dark blotch of life put on the
lake. And as she stood there close be
side him, Kazan sniffed at something
In the air that was not the scent of
blood, nor the perfume of the balsam
and spruce. It was a thing that seemed
to come to him from the clear stars,
the cloudless moon, the strange and
beautiful quiet of the night itself. And
its presence seemed to be a part of
Gray Wolf.
He looked at her, and he found Gray
Wolfs eyes alert and questioning. She
was young so young that she seemed
scarcely to have passed out of puppy
hood. Her body was strong and slim
and beautifully shaped. In the anoon
llght the hair under her throat and
along her back shone sleek and soft.
She whined at the red staring light in
Kazan's eyes, and it was not a puppy's
whimpfjr. Kazan moved toward her,
and stood with his head over her back,
facing the pack. He felt her trembling
against his chest. He looked at the
moon and the stars again, the mystery
of Gray Wolf and of the night throb
bing in his blood.
Not much of his life had been spent
at the posts. Most of it had been on
the trail in the traces and the
spirit of the mating season had only
stirred him from afar. But it was very
near now. Gray Wolf lifted her head.
Her soft muzzle touched the wound on
his neck, and in the gentleness of that
touch in the low sound in her throat?
Kazan felt and heard again that won
derful something that had come with
the caress of the woman's hand and
the sound, of 'her voice.
H turned, whining, his s back bris
tling JUs head .high and defiant of the
wilderness which he faced. Gray Wolf
trotted close at his side as they en
tered into the gloom of the forest.
CHAPTER VI.
The Fight in the Snow.
They found shelter that night under
thick balsam, and when they lay down
on the soft carpet of needles which the
snow had not covered, Gray Wolf
snuggled her warm body close to Ka
zan and licked his wounds. The day
broke 'with a velvety fall of snow, so
white and thick that they could not
see a dozen leaps ahead of them in the
open. It was quite warm, and so still
that the whole world seemed filled with
only the flutter and whisper of the
snowflakes. , Through this day Kazan
and Gray Wolf traveled side by side.
Time and again he turned his head
back to the ridge over which he had
come, and Gray Wolf could not under
stand the strange note that trembled in
his throat.
In the afternoon they returned" to
what was left of the caribou doe on the
lake. In the edge of the forest Gray
Wolf hung back. She did not yet know
the meaning of poison-baits, deadfalls
and traps, but the instinct of number
less generations was in her veins, and
it told her there was danger in visiting
a second time a thing that had grown
cold in death.
Kazan had seen masters work about
carcasses that the wolves had left. He
had seen them conceal traps cleverly,
and to1 little capsules of strychnine in
the fat of the entrails, and once he
had put a foreleg in a trap, and had
experienced its sting and pain and
deadly grip. But he did not have Gray
Wolf's fear. He urged her to accom
pany him to the white hummocks on
the ice, and at last she went with him
and sank back restlessly on her
haunches, while he dug out the bones
and pieces of flesh that the snow had
kept from freezing. But she would not
eat, and at last Kazan went and sat on
his haunches at her side, and with her
looked at what he had dug out from
under the snow. He sniffed the air.
He could not smell danger, but Gray
Wolf told him that it might be there.
She told him many other things in
the days and nights that followed. The
third night Kazan himself gathered the
hunt-pack and led in the chase. Three
times that month, before the moon left
the: skies, he led the chase, and each
time there was a kill. But as the snows
began to grow softer under his feet he
found a greater and greater compan
ionship in Gray Wolf, and they hunted
alone, living on the big white rabbits.
In all the world he had loved but two
things, the girl with the shining hair
and the hands that had caressed him
and Gray Wolf.
He did not leave the big plain, and
often he took his mate to the top of the
ridge and he would try to tell her what
he had left back there. With the dark
nights the call of the woman became
so strong upon him that he was filled
with a longing to go back, and take
Gray Wolf with him.
Something happened very soon after
that. They were crossing the open
plain one day when up on the face ot
the ridge Kazan saw something that
made his heart stand still. A man,
with a dog-sledge and team, was com
ing down into their world. The wind
had not warned them, and suddenly
Kazan saw something glisten in the
man's hand. He knew what it was. It
was the thing that spat fire and thun
der, and killed.
He gave his warning to Gray Wolf,
and they were off like the wind, side
by side. And then came the sound
and Kazan's hatred of men burst forth
in a snarl as he leaped. There was a
queer humming over their heads. The
sound from behind came again, and
this time Gray Wolf gave a yelp of
pain, anA rolled over in the snow. She
was on her feet again in an instant,
and Kazan dropped behind her, and
ran thpr tin HI thev reached the shel
and began licking the wound in her
shoulder. Kazan faced the ridge. The
man was taking up their trail. He
stopped where Gray Wolf had fallen,
and examined the snow. Then he came
on.
Kazan Urged Gray Wolf to her feet,
and they made for the thick swamp
close to the lake. AH that day they
kept in thence of the wind, and when
Gray Wolf lay' down Kazan stole back
over .their trail, watching and sniffing
the air. ' ..
For days after that Gray Wolf ran
lame, and when once they came upon
the remains of an old camp, Kazan's
teeth were bared in snarling hatred of
the man-scent that had been left be
hind. Growing in him there was a de
sire for vengeance vengeance for his,
own hurts, and for Gray Wolfs. He
tried to nose out the man-trail under
the cover of fresh snow, and Gray Wolf
circled around him anxiously. At last
he followed her sullenly. There was a
savage redness in his eyes.
Three days later the new moon came.
And on the fifth night Kazan struck a
trail. It was fresh so fresh that he
stopped as suddenly as though struck
by a bullet when he ran upon it, and
stood with every muscle in his, boy
quivering, and his hair on end. It was
a man-trail. There were the marks of
the sledge, the dog's feet, and the snow
shoe prints of his enemy.
Then he threw up his head to the
stars, and from his thrtfat there rolled
out over the wide plains the hunt-cry
the wild and savage call for the
pack. Never had he put the savagery
in it that was there tonight. Again
and again he sent forth that call, and
then there came an answer and an
other and still another, until Gray Wolf
herself sat back on her haunches and
added her voice to Kazan's, and far out
on the plain a white and haggard-faced
man halted his exhausted dogs to lis
ten, while a voice said faintly from the
sledge :
"The wolves, father. Are they com
ingafter us?"
The man was silent. He was not
young. The moon shone in his long
white beard, and added grotesquely to
the height of his tall gaunt figure. A
girl had raised her head from a bear
skin pillow on the sleigh. Her dark
eyes were filled beautifully with the
starlight. She was pale. Her hair fell
in a thick shining braid over her shoul
der, and she was hugging something
tightly to her breast.
"They're on the trail of something
probably a deer," said the man, looking
at the breech of his rifle. "Don't worry,
SM'SCflOOL
Lesson
(By E. O SELLERS, Acting Director or
the Sunday School Course in the Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1617 Western Newspaper Union.)
LESSON FOR APRIL 29
Swift as a Whiplash He Whirled.
Jo. We'll stop at the next bit of scrub
and see if we can't find enough dry
stuff for a fire. Wee-ah-h-h-h, boys!
Koosh koosh " and he snapped his
whip over the backs of his team.
From the bundle at the girl's breast
there came a small wailing cry. And
far back in the plain there answered i
the scattered voice of the pack.
At last Kazan was on the trail of
vengeance. He ran slowly at first, with
G,ray Wolf close beside him, pausing
every three or four hundred yards to
send forth the cry. A gray leaping form
joined them from behind. Another
followed. Two came in from the side,
and Kazan's solitary howl gave place
to the wild tongue of the pack. Num
bers grew, and with increasing number
the pace became swifter. Four six
seven ten fourteen, by the time the
more open and wind-swept part of the
plain was reached.
It was a strong pack, filled with old
and fearless hunters. Gray Wolf was
the youngest, and she kept close to Ka
zan's shoulders. She could see nothing
of his red-shot eyes and dripping jaws,
and would not have understood if she
had seen. But she could feel' and she
was thrilled by the spirit of that
strange and mysterious savagery that
had made Kazan forget all things but
hurt and death.
The pack made no sound. There
was only the panting of breath and the
soft fall of many feet. They ran swift
ly and close. And always Kazan was a
leap ahead, with Gray Wolf nosing his
shoulder. When at last he saw a mov
ing blotch far out on the plain ahead of
him, the cry that came out of his
throat was one that Gray Wolf did not
understand.
The strange influence of a
kind woman once more works
wonders on the savage disposi
tion of the wolf-dog as de
scribed in the next installment.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Sold Feathers.
On August 28, 1736, according to a
story handed down in England, a man
passing a bridge near Preston, Lan
cashire, saw two large flocks of birds
meet so rapidly that 180 fell to the
ground. He picked them up and sold
them in Preston market the same day !
New York Telegram.
JESUS WELCOMED AS KING.
LESSON TEXT John 12:12-19.
GOLDEN TEXT Blessed Is the Kins
of Israel that cometh In the name of the
Lord John 12:13.
This lesson marks the beginning of
that last tragic week in. the life of
our Lord, the most important week in
all history since" creation. The date
was probably April 1, A. D. 30.
I. The Lesson of His Kinship, (vv.
12-16). Reading carefully the record
of each evangelist, regarding this tri
umphal entry, we are still at a loss
fully to describe the scene. It oc
curred the day following the supper in
the home of Mary and Martha and
Lazarus, i. e. on the Jewish Sabbath.
From Bethphage Jesus sent two of
his disciples into Jerusalem to secure
the colt. They were to loose him with
out asking anyone's permission, and
bring the ass and her colt to him to
whom all things belong, with no other
explanation than, "The Lord hath need
of them" (Matt. 21:3). This command
was in line with the prophecy (Zech.
9:9). The young ass was a symbol of
peace,, but the going of the disciples,
in obedience to his command, was an
act of faith, and obedience is the su
preme test of discipleship (John
15:14). In response to their faith,
they found everything just as he said
it would be (Luke 19:32). Placing
their garments upon the colt (Matt.
21:7) Jesus rode upon it toward the
city, the people crying, "Hosanna"
literally, "Save, I beseech" (Ps. 19 :37
40 ; see Luke 19 :38 ; Mk. 11 :9-10 ; Matt.
21 :9). The enthusiasm of the moment
was tremendous. For the moment this
great crowd (Mk, 11 :8) believed that
Jesus was really the Messiah, threw
the garments of their holiday attire in
his way (Matt. 21:8), and cast their
palm branches before him. The Phari
sees protested (Luke 19 :39-40), but the
enemies of Jesus for the moment were
impotent (John 12:19). The Phari
sees forgot their dignity to such an
extent as to get excited along with the
multitude, though with another pur
pose (See Luke 19:37-40). Unfor
tunately the enthusiasm of the peo
ple was not long-lived. Many of the
same ones were soon crying, "Crucify
him" (Ch.. 19:14-15). Jesus himself
did not join in the general joy (Luke
19:41-44), for he, with prophetic eye,
saw the outcome (Luke 19:41-44).
II. The Lesson of Reverence (vv. 17-
19.) Jt is one thing to acknowledge
Jesus as a King. It is quite another to
revere him as Lord and Savior. Never
was there a time when we need more
to have reverence for things holy and
for constituted authority than the
present day. The act of reverence on
the part of this multitude for the God
anointed King ought to be a suggestion
to those who look upon Jesus merely
as a man.
y
Ride' triumphantly;
Behold we lay
Our lusts and proud wills in Thy way.
Jesus grief is in strange contrast
with the joy of the multitude. The
practical application for us today is:
"Have we cast our talents before him,
God's rightfully anointed King?" There
had been a large company of people
present when Jesus was at the tomb
of Lazarus, and raised him from the
dead. The testimony of these eye
witnesses to the power of Jesus must
have had great weight with the multi
tudeC The enthusiasm of this crowd
for Jesus excited the hatred of the
Pharisees, making it all the more in
tense, for they saw the crowd forsak
ing them, and following one whom
they envied and hated. To one anoth
er they exclaimed, "Behold, how ye
prevail nothing." Notice the personal
pronoun "ye," seeking to lay the fault
upon others rather than taking their
own share of the burden, another
touch of human? nature which is evi
dent even today.
III. The Lesson of the Greek Pil
grims (vv. 20-26). These Greeks came
first to Philip, who himself was a
Greek. The hour had come (v. 23)
when the work of Jesus for the Jews
was to be finished. The Jews had
been threatened with Greek religion,
and that assault had been stopped by
the Pharisees. Christ came first to
the Jews that through them he might
reach the Gentiles. Now his work for
the Jews is done. He rejoices as he
sees the Greeks coming to him, for it
was to be in Greek dress and in Greek
form , of expression that Christianity
was to conquer the world. But this
rejoicing is tinged with sorrow, for it
was a prophecy of the price that he
must pay for the redemption of the
world.
The Son of Man was glorified by his
death ; he was glorified by his recep
tion on the part of the Gentiles; he
was glorified by the approval of the
Father.
Verse 24 expresses one of the most
tremendous facts in the life of Jesus
(Cf. I Cor. 15:36).
Think of the rich fruits of Christ's
death, the countless lives that he
reached and ennobled, and the effect
of his life on the practical affairs of
the world, the hospitals and every
movement for the advancement and
the well-being of mankind, which can
be traced to the influence of bis life.
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Of course there are many serious cases that only a
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Too Many "White Hosses."
Addressing a woman's welfare meet
ing recently, Mrs. Lloyd-George point
ed a moral, with a quaintly pathetic lit
tle story.
It concerned a Yorkshire collier's
wife, who each Saturday made a prac
tice of calling at the pit where her
husband worked, with a view to
ting him safely home, and, by
suasion and tact, preventing him
ting too much drink en route.
The poor woman, however,
fain to confess that she seldom
ceeded, and asked why, she replied as
follows :
"Aw, ye see, lady, Ah might get Bill
all reight past t' White Hoss, but, don't
yer see, lady, theer's th' King's Head,
an' t' Brahn Coo, an' t' Blue Pig
seven other White Hosses, so to speyke
afore Bill gets dahn that hawf-mile
to ahr haase."
get-per-get-
was
suc-
A Sister's Dire Thrust.
A quarrel between two sisters over
the administration of the estate of
their mother flared up in probate
court at Belleville, says the St. Louis
Star. Judge Frank Perrin had held
that Miss Amanda Holdener had made
a correct accounting of the estate. Her
sister, Mrs. Veronica Fitzmorris, who
had asked that final settlement be not
ordered, fairly screamed at her: "I
will ride on horseback in front of your
hearse in a red dress when you are
buried."
BQSGHEE'S GERMAN
SYRUP
A Valued Household Remedy for
Over Half a Century.
In otir climate, with its sudden
changes of temperature, rain, wind and
sunshine often intermingled in a single
day, it is no wonder that our children,
friends and relatives are so frequently
taken from us by neglected colds, many
deaths resulting from this cause. A
bottle of Boschee's German Syrup kept
in the house, and a few doses taken in
time, will possibly prevent a severe ill
ness, a doctor's bill, and perhaps death.
For fifty years this has been a very
successful remedy foi coughs, colds,
throat 'or lung troubles. It induces a
good night s sleep with easy expec
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druggists in all parts of the civilized
world, 25 and 75 cent bottles. Adv.
Old-Fashioned.
"Is he old-fashioned?"
"Sure thing. He still waits for his
teeth to ache before going to a dentist."
Now is the time to cleanse the system and
tone up the digestive functions. "WRIGHT'S
INDIAN VEGETABLE PILLS are not only
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WThite-footed mice are present in
almost all parts of this country.
Los Angeles county has the largest
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LAX-POS
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Any man who doesn't want what he
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THICK, SWOLLEN GLANDS
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ABSORB1NE, JR., the antiseptic liniment for
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Remedy for sick headache, constipation,
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Do You Neglect
Your Machinery ?
The machinery of the body needs to
be well oiled, kept in good condition
just as the automobile, steam engine or
bicycle. Why should the human neglect
his own machinery more than that of
his horse or his engine? Yet most peo
ple do neglect themselves. To clean
the system at least once a week is to
practice preventive measures. You will
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dull headache, the lazy liver, if you will
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ask for Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets.
.There' can be no counterfeit If they
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godd by 50 years' use.
IS IT A COUGH?
Montrose, W. Va. "I had a cough
every winter for
years, but always
with the return of
warm weather it
would leave me, but
this particular time
even that failed. I
was thin, had poor
nrmprirf nnd snent
restless nights. A
neighbor advised me
to use Dr. Pierce's
Golden Medical Dis
covery, so my husband got me a bottle.
I left it at my bedside that night and
just took a little sip often, and it soon
allayed the irritation in my throat and
I got some sleep. I continued its use
and the change was great, indeed. I
began to gain in flesh, my appetite re
turned and by the time I had complet
ed two or three bottles I was sound
and well." MRS.E.S.ANNON, Route L.
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