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The Shadowy Huntsman

May 11, 2012

Image from Wyoming Tales and Trails

The Shadowy Huntsman.


Behind the lofty mountains head,
The drowsy sun, had gone to bed,
But e’re its light began to fail,
The rising moon was on its tail.
Broad was the plains on either side,
The mountains shadow strove to hide,
And in the distance through the haze,
A herd of bison on it grazed.
But hark! along their flank and rear
A dismal sound, strikes them with fear,
Tis Wolves! whose stormy jubilee,
Warns the dark herd, that they must flee
From danger; worse than Indians skill,
Whose unrelenting arrows kill.

They start, and lo, a rumbling sound
Like distant thunder, shakes the ground,
The wolves persue, and when one falls
Hold o’er the dead, their carnival.
But while then glutting on their prey,
A moon-beam, o’er the carcas stray’s,
Revealing full, a hunters form,
With rifle, slung across his arm.

A bullet sent by steady hand,
Struck terror to the prowling band,
A gleaming torch; lit by the same
Rap’t the prairie in a flame.
The wolves affrighted, stood amazed,
A fiery girdle round them blazed,
Scared at the huntman’s dread appeal,
They left it, for the vultures meal.
Confusion for a moment reigned,
Then all was silent on the plain.

Hillsdale Whig Standard (Hillsdale, Michigan) Jul 7, 1846


December 16, 2008


To have to live with this memory; Poor James! Poor John!

A Woodchopper Disables Himself and Is Killed and Eaten by Wolves.

CHEBOYGAN, Mich., April 13. While John and James Gillespie were chopping in the woods near Mullet Lake, a few miles from here., Saturday, James ax slipped and sank into his ankle. His brother John attempted to stench the flow of blood and carry him two miles to the nearest house, but the load and deep snow was too much, and at James’ suggestion John started for the settlement alone, leaving James in the snow. John roused a party of rescuers, who started out to bring James.

On arriving near the place where John had left his younger brother, they came to a lot of blood stains and wolf tracks in the snow, and following the trail they beheld a pack of wolves growling and fighting over a lot of bones and shreds of clothing. The party beat the wolves off with their axes, as they had no other weapons, and took all that remained of James back to Mullet Lake for burial.

New Castle News (PA) 15 Apr 1891

**Has April 15th ever been a good day?