On one occasion when I was a small boy my father [Paton
Keesee] caught a big wolf in a steel trap. It would show the animal too much
mercy to slay it out right and we determined to punish it with the most cruel
torture I could think of. Leaving the wolffast in the trap I sought the
assistance of Ben Risley and Levi Graham which was willingly given. With
chains, ropes and stout thongs of dressed buck hide and we tied the animal so
secure that it could neither bite, kick or hardly move and with sharp knives we
proceeded to remove its hide. This was horrible and was more like the work of
savages, but we had been annoyed so much by them that we showed as little mercy
toward wolves as the wild Indians did to white people living on the frontiers
in the years gone by.
The beast lived through the terrible ordeal and when
we loosed it and turned it free it got on its feet and actually ran off out of
sight. This was the last seen or heard of it. It is not reasonable that it went
far or lived but a short length of time. 
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