the depth of winter, accompanied by his Irish
servant, he struck into the forest, in the vicinity of Carlstadt, for
the purpose of shooting capercali. Toward evening they came to a small
hamlet, situated in the recesses of the forest. Here an old sow with her
litter were feeding; and immediately on seeing the two valuable pointers
which accompanied the sportsman, she made a determined and most
ferocious dash at them. The servant had a light spear in his hand,
similar to that used by our lancers. This Mr. Lloyd seized, and
directing Paddy to throw the dogs over a fence, received the charge of
the pig with a heavy blow across the snout with the butt end of the
spear. Nothing daunted, she made her next attack upon him; and, in
self-defense, he was obliged to give her a home thrust with the blade of
the spear. These attacks she repeated three several times, always
getting the spear up to the hilt in her head or neck. Then, and not
before, did she slowly retreat, bleeding at all points. The peasants,
supposing Mr. Lloyd to be the aggressor, assumed a very hostile aspect,
and it was only by showing a bold bearing, and menacing them with his
gun, that he escaped in safety.

A poor soldier was one day, in the depth of winter, crossing the large
lake called Storsyoen, and was attacked by a drove of wolves. His only
weapon was a sword, with which he defended himself so gallantly, that he
killed and wounded several wolves, and succeeded in driving off the
remainder. After a time, he was again attacked by the same drove, but
was now unable to extricate himself from his perilous situation in the
same manner as before, for having neglected to wipe the blood from his
sword after the former encounter, it had become firmly frozen to the
scabbard. The ferocious beasts therefore, quickly closed with him,
killed and devoured him. If we remember aright, Captain Kincaid, the
present gallant Exon of the Yeoman Guard, nearly lost his life at
Waterloo, from a somewhat similar cause. He had been skirmishing all the
earlier part of the day with the Rifles, when a sudden charge of French
cavalry placed him in great danger. He essayed to draw his sabre, tugged
and tugged, but the trusty steel had become firmly rusted to the
scabbard; and we believe that he owed his life to an accidental
diversion of the attention of the attacking troopers.

Closely resembling in many respects the wolf, the jackal is widely
spread over India, Asia, and Africa. The