a small stream, saw three wolf cubs and a boy drinking. He managed
to seize the boy, who seemed about ten years old, but who was so wild
and fierce that he tore the trooper's clothes, and bit him severely in
several places. The soldier at first tied him up in the military gun
shed, and fed him with raw meat; he was afterward allowed to wander
freely about the Bondee bazar. A lad named Tanoo, servant of a Cashmere
merchant then at Bondee, took compassion on the poor boy, and prepared a
bed for him under the mango-tree where he himself lodged; here he kept
him fastened to a tent-pin.

Up to this time he would eat nothing but raw flesh, but Tanoo gradually
taught him to eat balls of rice and pulse. In about six weeks after he
had been tied up, and after much rubbing of his joints with oil, he was
made to stand and walk upright, whereas hitherto he had gone on all
fours.

One night, while the boy was lying under the mango-tree, Tanoo saw two
wolves creep stealthily toward him, and after smelling him, they touched
him, when he got up. Instead, however, of being frightened, the boy put
his hand upon their heads, and they began to play with him, capering
about while he pelted them with grass and straw. Tanoo tried to drive
them off, but could not. At last, however, they left, but the following
night three wolves came, and a few nights after four, which returned
several times.

The wolf-boy, however, could not be entirely reconciled to civilized
life. In being removed from place to place he never lost an opportunity
of endeavoring to escape into the jungle. At last Tanoo was sent away on
a short journey, and when he returned, his savage charge had
disappeared, and was never again heard of.

The story of another wolf-child is even more wonderful than the above.

In March, 1843, a cultivator who lived at Chupra, about twenty miles
from Sultanpoor, went to cut his crop of wheat and pulse, taking with
him his wife, and a son about three years old. As the father was
reaping, a wolf suddenly rushed upon the boy, caught him up, and made
off with him toward the ravines. People ran to the aid of the parents,
but soon lost sight of the wolf and his prey.

About six years afterward, as two sipahees were watching for hogs on the
border of the jungle, they saw three wolf cubs and a boy come out from
the jungle and go down to the stream to drink; all four then ran to a
den in the ravine. The sipahees followed, but the cubs had already