I then went out and put a load of shot into the wolf's head, and found that my first charge had passed through and broke both of its fore legs near the body.

Field was so thoroughly frightened that I could not induce him to approach the dead animal for some time, and I do believe that that wolf haunted him as long as I knew him, for he seemed never to forget it.

After dressing it by the light of the moon assisted by a torch, we retired.

On viewing the plump body next morning Field exclaimed, "That's another God-send!" and notwithstanding his opinion that wolf could not be eaten, he found that wolf to be the best food we had eaten since we had assisted Walker and his tribe in eating the mountain sheep.
The French may eat their horses, but I do not want more horse flesh.

The old mule made fair but quite coarse beef.