This
trapper’s wife was brought to the Alaska wilderness.
She died when their child was about two years old. To go
out in the woods in the course of this trapping, the
trapper had sometimes left the child for a few hours in
the care of their faithful dog. One afternoon, when he
was out, a terrible blizzard came up. The storm was so
terrible that he had to take refuge in a hollow tree to
save his life.
At
daybreak he rushed to his cabin. The door was open. His
dog who looked at him from the corner of his eyes was
covered with blood. The father’s blood froze in his
veins. Just one thing had happened his dog had turned
wolf and had killed his child. He reached for the ax and
in a moment the same was buried into the skull of his
trusted animal. Like a maniac he scanned the scene. In
hopeless desperation he uncovered the gruesome remnants
of his cabin. Tipped over, the cracked furniture was
telling a story of a battle that had taken place here an
hour before. A faint cry came from under the bed. Again
his heart seemed paralyzed. There he found his offspring
safe and sound. Just a moment of pause to cuddle his
dear one in his arms and he was to determine whence the
blood on his dog came.
The
answer came just a second later. The sad riddle was
solved. In a remote corner, there it was a dead wolf,
his huge mouth showing fangs intended for the baby which
his faithful dog had saved. Just a moment of caution and
he could have held both his child and his hero dog in
his arms. Remorse took over instead.