Two by rotation were to be constantly in pursuit.

It was known that, having lost the toes from one foot by a steel trap, she made one track shorter than the other, and by this vestige the pursuers, in a light snow, recognized and followed the trail of this pernicious animal.

Having followed her to the Connecticut River and found she had turned back toward Pomfret, they immediately returned, and by ten o'clock the next morning their bloodhounds had driven her into a den, about three miles distant from the house of Mr.Putnam.The people soon collected, with dogs, guns, straw, fire, and sulphur, to attack the common enemy, and made several unsuccessful efforts to force her from the den.
[Illustration: The Wolf Den at Pomfret, Connecticut.] "Wearied with the fruitless attempts (which had brought the time to ten o'clock at night), Mr.Putnam tried once more to make his dog enter, but in vain.

Then he proposed to his negro man to go down into the cavern and shoot the wolf; but he declined the hazardous service.

Then it was that the master resolved himself to destroy the ferocious beast, lest she should escape through some unknown fissure of the rock.