Charles Follen Adams,
Yawcob Strauss and Other Poems…
(1910)
“ For game was plenty, furs in demand, And plenty of hunting and trapping to do. "I had no fear of the danger that lurked In the region through which my journey lay, Till Bet of a sudden pricked up her ears, And sniffed the air in a curious way. "I knew at once what the danger was As Bet struck out at a 'forty gait: 'Twas life or death for the mare and me, And all I could do was to trust to fate. "Wolves on our track, ten miles from home! ”
