We set out from Spain on November 15th. It was still snowing, but our guide was very skilful and we could soon see the French fields in front of us.
One afternoon, just before the sunset, our guide was riding in front of us when three enormous wolves emerged from the forest. The beasts were between us and the poor guide, and he had no time to take out his gun. One of the wolves attacked his horse, while another one jumped at the man. The guide shouted for help, and at that same moment Friday ran to help him and shot down one of the wolves.
The sound of Friday’s gunshot was echoed by the howls of wolves in the forests around us. We all hurried ahead to see what had happened and we found out guide badly bitten in the arm and in the leg, just above the knee. The wolves had disappeared with Friday’s arrival, and we found my servant helping the injured guide off the horse.
We continued onward to the nearest village, and throughout the whole journey we could hear the howls following us. When we entered the village, we learned that the previous night some wolves had attacked the cattle and the people, so now there were guards everywhere.