| editor, The Pacific Monthly (1905)
“ Then came the sound of galloping horses, wild cries, shots, howls of wolves. Yes, yes, that crack team of Mason's was giving the brutes a race for it. But could they do it with that distance to traverse? Boyd watched the corner round which the flying sleigh team would appear in a few moments, ready with his rifle to thin out the pursuers. Faster and faster came the hoof beats ; the good steeds were flying for dear life; the pistols and rifles crackled incessantly; wildly howling, the great band of wolves raced beside the galloping horses and tried to leap upon them and into the sleigh. ”
