and I must candidly own I felt horribly afraid I should fall into the
clutches of devouring wolves. My good steed Prince, I fancy, was as
scared as myself, for he galloped off, followed by the pack, who fairly
made the woods ring with their unearthly yells. They did not chase us
far, and ceased howling, having seemingly lost the scent; but in a few
minutes a fresh burst in the direction of the lake-shore plainly told
me they had regained it, and were on the track of a deer, which most
probably had crossed the road at the time when I first heard their
chorus. It is not very easy to describe one's feelings on such
occasions.

There is something particularly appalling in the full cry of a pack of
wolves, especially when alone in the woods, and at night. I have
frequently heard them at such times, when camped out on hunting
expeditions. However, we mustered strong and were well armed, so we
cared little for them or their yells.

The only instance of any one being killed by wolves, to which I can
speak with certainty, occurred a few years back in the township of
Douro. A young lad of the name of M'Ewen was sent by his father to a
shoemaker, one George Disney, for his shoes. The distance was not more
than a mile by a path through the woods, and the boy was well
acquainted with the road. It appears, he went to Disney's, and waited
for his shoes till nearly dark, when he started for home. But nothing
more was ever heard or seen of him till the thaw in the spring,
although diligent search was made at the time. Owing to a snow-storm
which fell the same night, he was lost. It was impossible to follow the
boy's tracks, and as a pack of wolves had been heard the same night in
the immediate neighbourhood, no doubt was entertained that he had been
attacked and eaten by these ravenous monsters. Some bones and pieces of