In the latter part of the night I entered into a long low bottom, heavily timbered--sometimes called Wolf Valley.

It was a dreary and frightful place.

As I walked on, I heard on all sides the howling of the wolves, and the quick patter of their feet on the leaves and sticks, as they ran through the woods.

At daylight I laid down, but had scarcely closed my eyes when I was roused up by the wolves snarling and howling around me.
I started on my feet, and saw several of them running by me.

I did not again close my eyes during the whole day.