eral of her children in it
from one village to another, when she was pursued by a pack of wolves.
As the brutes overtook her, she threw them one of her children, to
induce them to stop and eat it up, while she drove on. Child after
child was treated in the same way, till she reached a village, when the
villagers came out and drove the wolves back. When the mother told her
story, one of the villagers, in his rage at her inhumanity, struck her
dead on the spot with his axe."

"A very dreadful story, but I do not believe a word about it," said
their host. "I do not believe that any woman would act so barbarous a
part."

"Nor do I," observed Cousin Giles. "The slavers on the coast of Africa
are wont to play a similar trick when pursued by our cruisers. They
will throw a live slave overboard at a time, in the hopes that the
cruiser will heave-to or lower a boat to pick the poor black up, and
thus allow them more time to escape."

"We often go out on sledges expressly to shoot the wolves," observed an
old country gentleman of the party. "We use large sledges, capable of
containing several persons, and we provide ourselves with plenty of guns
and ammunition. In one of the sledges a pig is carried, in charge of a
servant, and there is also a rope with a bag of hay, which is dragged
after the sledge. When we arrive on the ground where we expect to find
the wolves, the bag of hay is thrown out, and the servant gives the pig
a twitch of the tail, which makes it squeak lustily. Now, wolves are
especially fond of pork, and, hearing the well-known sounds, they hurry
out of their fastnesses from all quarters, in expectation of a feast.
As the brutes happily hunt by sight and sound, and not by scent, and
being, moreover, foolish brutes, as the more savage animals often are,
when they see the bag of hay they fancy that the pig must be inside it,
and eagerly give chase. Now the sport begins, and as the wolves draw
near, one after the other they get knocked over by the guns of the
sportsmen. We often kill numbers in that way, and thus get rid of most
noxious animals. Although their flesh is of no use, their skins are of
considerable value, mantles and cloaks being lined with them. A wolf is
a dangerous animal to meddle with when wounded. On one occasion I was
out hunting, when we had killed some fifty or more wolves. On our
return, we passed a remarkably large wolf, which lay apparently dead on
the snow. One of our part