A trooper, sent by the native governor of the district to Chandour, to demand payment of some revenue, was passing along the bank of the river near Chandour about noon, when he saw a large female wolf leave her den, followed by three whelps and a little boy.
The boy went on all fours, and seemed to be on the best possible terms with the old dam and the three whelps, and the mother seemed to guard all four with equal care.

They all went down to the river and drank without perceiving the trooper, who sat upon his horse watching them.

As soon as they were about to turn back, the trooper pushed on to cut off and secure the boy; but he ran as fast as the whelps could, and kept up with the old one.

The ground was uneven, and the trooper's horse could not overtake them.

They all entered the den, and the trooper assembled some people from Chandour with pickaxes, and dug into the den.