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Spring Valley [Minn.] Videste.
    On Wednesday night last a Norwegian farmhand [whose name we can’t spell to save us], living northeast of this town, Spring Valley, Fillmore County, Minn., in the edge of the big timber, had a lively fight with three wolves. He started out after dark, with a single-barreled shot-gun, to shoot down a wolf whose howls he could hear some distance off in the timber. The stars were bright in an unclouded sky, and even in the woods the hunter could see quite completely for a short distance. The howls of the animal led him in the right course, and the sounds grew plainer as he advanced: and after about an half-hour’s search he spied the wolf crouched upon a brush-heap in an “opening” in the shrubbery,-evidently a den. The wolf not retreating upon his approach, he immediately fired at it. The wolf sprang at him before he could make the first motion towards reloading his gun, and in about three seconds the snow and shrubbery were flying right and left in a tussle between man and beast. Emboldened by hunger, the fierce animal endeavored to fasten on the man’s throat, and, though the hunter succeded in giving the wolf two or three severe blows on the head and sides, it seemed only the more enraged and ferocious, and gave tongue to continual howls and snarls while maintaining the fight. Two other wolves, evidently called by the howls of the first, appeared on the scene. The last two were smaller than, but as ferocious as, the leader. Clubbing his gun, the man finally planted a terrible blow on the neck of one, laying it out lifeless, and then began a retreat for the timber edge, beating off the brutes as well as he could. When the clear field was reached the weapon was minus the stock, and he held only a bent gun-barrel in his hands, having hit the trees about him oftener than the wolves: but he succeeded in keeping them from doing any serious injury until he came to the open country, where he turned and ran for dear life. The wolves followed him but a short distance.
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