“Fir and hemlock of a century’s growth,” he says, “met overhead and formed an archway, radiant with frostwork.  All was dark within; but I was young and fearless; and, as I peered into an unbroken forest that reared itself on the borders of the stream, I laughed with very joyousness; my wild hurrah rang through the silent woods, and I stood listening to the echo that reverberated again and again, until all was hushed.  Suddenly a sound arose—­it seemed to me to come from beneath the ice; it sounded low and tremulous at first, until it ended in a low, wild yell.  I was appalled.  Never before had such a noise met my ears.  I thought it more than mortal; so fierce, and amid such an unbroken solitude, it seemed as though from the tread of some brute animal, and the blood rushed back to my forehead with a bound that made my skin burn, and I felt relieved that I had to contend with things earthly and not spiritual; my energies returned, and I looked around me for some means of escape.  As I turned my head to the shore, I could see two dark objects dashing through the underbrush, at a pace nearly double in speed to my own.  By this rapidity, and the short yells they occasionally gave, I knew at once that these were the much-dreaded gray wolf.

“I had never met with these animals, but, from the description given of them, I had very little pleasure in making their acquaintance.  Their untamable fierceness, and the enduring strength, which seems part of their nature, render them objects of dread to every benighted traveler.

“There was no time for thought; so I bent my head and dashed madly forward.  Nature turned me toward home.  The light flakes of snow spun from the iron skates, and I was some distance from my pursuers, when their fierce howl told me I was their fugitive.  I did not look back; I did not feel afraid, or sorry, or even glad; one thought of home, the bright faces waiting my return—­of their tears, if they should never see me again, and then every energy of body and mind was exerted for escape.  I was perfectly at home on the ice.  Many were the days that I had spent on my good skates, never thinking that at one time they would be my only means of safety.  Every half minute, an alternate yelp from my ferocious followers, told me too certain that they were in close pursuit.  Nearer and nearer they came; I heard their feet pattering on the ice nearer still, until I could feel their breath, and hear their sniffling scent.

“Every nerve and muscle in my frame was stretched to the utmost tension.  The trees along the shore seemed to dance in the uncertain light, and my brain turned with my own breathless speed, yet still they seemed to hiss forth their breath with a sound truly horrible, when an involuntary motion on my part, turned me out of my course.  The wolves, close behind, unable to stop, and as unable to turn on the smooth ice, slipped and fell, still going on far ahead; their tongues were lolling out, their white tusks glaring from their bloody mouths, their dark, shaggy breasts were fleeced with foam, and, as they passed me, their eyes glared, and they howled with fury.