"He had been gone many hours, and our only hope was in the dog, who accompanied him. We had threaded apparently every maze of the vast forest, when at last we saw him asleep in the midst of appalling peril. Seated against a rock, fatigued with a fruitless search after the homeward path, refreshing sleep, like the calm waters and quiet sunshine, was upon him, and the anxiety of his soul passed away. A hungry prowler of the wilderness had marked him for his prey and stood upon a cliff ready to leap upon the slumbering wanderer; but the dog--that faithful dog--was his guardian angel. In his pride and power, he but looked upon the wolf, and his career was checked. We paused a moment in a gaze of admiration at the silent moral grandeur of the scene, when, as we advanced, the monster turned back with a low growl, which was answered by shouts of joy and congratulation." Sketches of Western Incidents. [P. 7.]
Catalogue of Paintings at the Artist's Exhibition, in Harding's Gallery, School Street. Boston. May, 1834. Boston: J.H. Eastburn, Printer, 18, State Street, 1834.
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