The Great Gray Wolf of Minnehaha Creek (Preamble to the Story "The Young Man and the Woods")

The Great Gray Wolf, of Minnehaha Creek, onlyhe ran wild in, said it was his territory, like their
the wilderness could feed him, love him, bed him,grandfathers did, used to do, and not expect
and those who knew him, heard about him,calamity. And many a hunter left his cabin, and
wished he'd disappear (even his own kind), in themoved on back to the Twin Cities (St. Paul,
Great Northern Wilderness of Minnesota, in theMinneapolis), because of the fear that beast
early 1960s. He strutted along the little Minnehahainstilled in them.
Creek, near the hamlet in the woods, as often heThere was a young man, who had a sidekick, a
did unnoticed, roaring eupeptic hours, it was as ifgirl, just them two, not counting the populist in the
-- when he left -- he'd leave his ghost, so we allhamlet, with the same blood, ran in each others
thought, sculptured in shadow form, on everyveins, similar to the gray wolf's, a light strain of it
tree, that swayed in the wind, he was theat least, taintless and incorruptible. He was
highwayman, the murderer, the pistol shootingtwenty-two, and she seventeen. And the old
rawhide gunslinger, the haunting hunter of thewolf-who's to say?
wilderness, the creek being his tavern, it was aFor four years now, he had heard the worse of
branch of a nearby river, and up river it wasall talking, concerning the gray wolf, bigger and
peopled by men with a handful of laws, whoolder and with more malice than any other
owned cabins, paid taxes, and who strolled andrecorded and documented wolf: -it was a century
smoked pipes and cigars, along those banks,before, that the Indians had a legend of such a
those purlieus banks, doomed if they were alone.beast, bigger and older and ruthless enough to
If alone, and if attacked the beast could make adefy all mankind. Chippewa Indians had lived in this
twenty-five foot bound, when chasing its prey.area once upon a time, it was of men, white
This one had a bulky coat, as thick as anymen, they no longer did, no black nor red, nor
Alaskan fur. This one had patches missing, as toyellow, only white men now, perhaps that is what
rid him-self of any loose fur, so his enemy wouldcreated this hard-stone wolf, to endure humanity,
not detect him, in spotting his trail. He had deepto sharpen its kill-skills, more deadly than the dog,
yellow gold Irises. He had a lot of gray tints intothe bear, the deer with great antlers, compelled
his coat, thus, making his observers think he wasby an intrinsic wildness of the ancients to get
old, perhaps older than he really was. With his longrevenge, an unremitting game of reprisal on the
mussel, he would break the bones of his foe, inwhite man, with savage rules, which did away
particular, the coyotes and Golden Jackals. He'dwith all voices of conscious, the name of the
run with the dogs, on a few occasions, havinggave was to stop the other one's breathing,
some kind of instinctive heritage with them. Inforever, to listen for the heartbeat, footsteps,
comparison to the dog, the gray wolf has a largerand get your trophy. This was the burning legs,
paw size, and longer legs, and this gray wolf,heart and soul of the Gray Wolf-the near
tipped even that scale. His bones in his tail wereimmortal spirit, drunken spirit, of the wolf-hence,
as hard as steel. His long canine teeth, gripped itsthey needed an equal to the wolf, with human
prey at 12,000 kPa of pressure, his main weapon.reasoning.
More than twice the pressures for bone crushingAnd so it seemed to the young man: one
than the dogs have. And his saliva, kept hisDecember morning-not only natural but quite
wounds from becoming infected and he had a lotfitting-to endure the task of finding, luring and
of scares.killing the Great Gray Wolf, without ever having
This was the life of being perused and soughtseen him-the young man gave himself a oath. It
after because of his vanishing acts, to be shot oneven come into view and overlooked his dreams;
sight and dragged out of the woods; the town-letthus, he would search the un-axed woods, it was
needed somebody, anybody, vast enough withas if he already knew, he could cover the wolf
youth, strength, courage, shrewdness to walkwith a death blanket, the nameless wolf, other
those cold fields in winter, to search those densethan 'The Great Gray...' and its nickname of
woods, uncompromising, with rage to fulfill the'phantom.' Perhaps he came to this conclusion
task, to put the wolf on a gallows, on a limb of abecause he had what folks within the hamlet
tree, once and for all, and hang the beast, and becalled "Bad Luck in killing wolves, or game, or
done with it.anything," but perhaps it was simply, destiny calling
Those tomorrow-less days, were gone wherehim for a greater task? That had never occurred
you could walk bravely with a rifle over yourto the populist of the town-let, never once came
shoulder in the woods, in that 1200-acres forestto mind.