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 making off, and the animal fell, and could not get on its feet again, and it then dropped the child out of its mouth to attack the mother. The woman caught the child up, but the wolf gave her a severe bite on the arm, and broke the bone near the wrist. A wolf has a wonderful strong jaw, ma’am. However, the baby was saved, and neighbours came and despatched the animal.”
“What a fearful position for a mother to be in!” exclaimed Mrs Campbell.
“Where did that happen?”
“On the White Mountains, ma’am,” replied Martin. “Malachi Bone told me the story; he was born there.”
“Then he is an American.”
“Well, ma’am, he is an American because he was born in this country, but it was English when he was born, so he calls himself an Englishman.”
“I understand,” replied Mrs Campbell, “he was born before the colonies obtained their independence.”