Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 122, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 May 1918 — ALASKAN WOLF DOG KILLS MOTHER BEAR [ARTICLE]

ALASKAN WOLF DOG KILLS MOTHER BEAR

Master From Whom Animal Recently Was Stolen Tells of "Timber Devil’s” Savage Nature, Seattle, Wash.—“ Wolf" Is Alaska’s savage outlaw dog. The blood of many creatures is on- his hardened conscience, and the brand of his Jang on man and beast. Son of the wild, he la, by virtue of what he has learned from his human associates, a super-brute. Many call him the "Timber DeviL” The story of his battle to the death with a she bear near here probably Is unmatched for dog courage and loyalty to master. It was told by Paul Buckley, widely known whom this remarkable dog was stolen. Wolfs mother was a husky, fete father a timber wolf. From puppyhood he has been a killer. Battle scars cover him. One ear is gone. A tuft under his jaw, like a beard, gives the booed, wolfish head a particularly sinister look. And he hates a bear with all the inherited venom of his breed. When Buckley, his master, hunting np Valdez creek, jumped a large she bear and two cubs in the blueberry bushes, Wolf leaped to the attack to protect" the man. Circling for advantage, slashing and snapping warily, the two arch enemies bore off up a slope. Buckley, fearing for his dog, tried to whistle him back. Once or twice Wolf attempted to return, but the bear outflanked him. Then Wolf, with all his began a deadly maneuver that ended only when the two had gone deep into the solitudes. Just as the she ’ bear had forgotten her cabs, so the wolf dog had- now forgotten his master until this wilderness feud had been settled. Running with tireless ease, Wolf drew the black bear on until fatigue had sapped her terrible energy, until her slashing charges had begun to abate; 3he was fat, and he was lean—the resilient leanness of fighting fitness. And they dosed, in a whirl of fury. It must have been magnificent, that finish of cardinal hate, but no man saw it Buckley, who had watched the beginning from a tree top, and who wafted many hours for his dog's return, had finally made temporary camp and had shot the two whining, deserted cubs. Hours later Wolf dragged himself into Buckley’s permanent camp six miles distant where his master's partner was getting dinner. His tongue was out He was badly mangled. With supreme effort he got upon Buckley’s bunk, calling weakly for his master. Bat there was bear’s blood on his muzzle, and a gleam ot victory in the baleful eyes. Next day, too, prospectors told of having found a dead she bear not far away in the timber—with her throat ripped open.