nd found Percival and Emma at the palisades
behind the house.

"I have killed him, aunt," said Emma, "but I fear he has killed poor
little Trim; do let us go out and see."

"No, no, my dear Emma, that must not be; your cousins will be home soon,
and then we shall know how the case stands; but the risk is too great."

"Here they come," said Percival, "as fast as they can run."

The hunters were soon at the palisade door and admitted; they had no
game with them. Emma jeered them for coming back empty-handed.

"No, no, my little cousin," replied Alfred, "we heard the report of a
rifle, and we threw down our game, that we might sooner come to your
assistance if you required it. What was the matter?"

"Only that I have killed a wolf, and am not allowed to bring in my
trophy," replied Emma. "Come, Alfred, I may go with you and Martin."

They went to the spot, and found the wolf was dead, and poor Trim dead
also by his side. They took in the body of the little dog, and left the
wolf till the morning, when Martin said he would skin it for Miss Emma.

"And I'll make a footstool of it," said Emma; "that shall be my revenge
for the fright I had from the other wolf. Come, Oscar, good dog; you
and I will go wolf-hunting. Dear me, who would have thought that I
should have ever killed a wolf--poor little Trim!"

Martin said it would be useless to return for the venison, as the wolves
had no doubt eaten it already; so they locked the palisade gate, and
went into the house.

Emma's adventure was the topic of the evening, and Emma herself was much
pleased at having accomplished such a feat.

"Well," said Martin, "I never knew but one woman who faced a wolf except
Miss Emma."

"And who was that, Martin?" said Mrs Campbell.

"It was a wife of one of our farmers, ma'am; she was at the outhouse
doing something, when she perceived a wolf enter the cottage-door, where
there was nobody except the baby in the cradle. She ran back and found
the wolf just lifting the infant out of the cradle by its clothes. The
animal looked at her with his eyes flashing; but having its mouth full,
it did not choose to drop the baby, and spring at her; all it wanted was
to get clear off with its prey. The woman had presence of mind enough
to take down her husband's rifle and point it to the wolf, but she was
so fearful of hurting the child, that she did not put the muzzle to its
head, but to its shoulder. She fired just as the wolf was maki