The Wolf Girl from Scary Stories: Examining the Tale and It’s Sources

As the story is told, some men began to look for the girl. They searched along the riverbanks, and in the desert, and its canyons. And one day, it is said, they found her, walking in a canyon with a wolf at her side. When the wolf ran off, the girl hid in an opening in one of the canyon walls. When the men tried to capture her, she fought back, biting and scratching like an enraged animal. When they finally subdued her, she began screaming like a frighten young girl, and howling like a frighten young wolf. Her captors bounded her with rope, put her across a horse and took her to a small ranch house in the desert. They would turn her over to the sheriff the next day, they decided. They placed her in an empty room and untied her. Terror-stricken, she hid in the shadows. They left her and locked the door. Soon she was screaming and howling again. The men thought they would go mad listening to her, but at last, she stopped.

When night fell, wolves began howling in the distance. People say that each time they stopped, the girl howled in reply. As the story goes, the cries of wolves came from every direction, and got closer and closer. Suddenly, as if a signal had been given, wolves attacked the horses and other livestock. The men rushed into the darkness firing their guns. High up in the wall, in the room where they left the girl, was a small window. A plank was nailed across it. She pulled the plank off, crawled through the window and disappeared.

Years passed with no word of the girl. Then one day, some men on horseback came around a bend in the Rio Grande, not far from Devil’s River. They claimed they saw a young woman, with long blonde hair, feeding two wolf pups. When she saw the men, she snatched up the pups and ran into the brush. They rode after her, but she quickly left them behind. They searched and searched, but found no trace of her. That is the last we know of the wolf girl. And it is there in the desert, near the Rio Grande, that this story ends.

At night, in the darkness, both parents called out to find Morley; But in vain. As soon as it was dark, several invited mountain people began to search for clues. They found the whereabouts of a man and a woman walking towards the Cheka mauga River. By the river, they found a newly laid tree stump on the riverbank. It was obvious that a small canoe had just been moored under the stake. Molly Pertur was gone, leaving no words to explain or prepare for a moment; all she had with her was the clothes she was wearing.

6 months have passed. Mrs. Pottur received a letter with the postmark of Galston, Texas. The letter reads:

Dear Mom,

The devil has a river in Texas that he alone uses. The river is only used by people who have grown up.

Your love for you — Morley

At that time, Georgians were unfamiliar with texas rivers and their names. In Texas, it is true that very few people know about the Devil’s River. The river is far to the west of San Antonio, on the edge of all settlements; the local population speaks Spanish almost without exception. Mrs. Pottour and her husband and neighbors simply felt that Dent had a river somewhere in Texas where he was hunting alone. They knew dent was a devil, and that was true, though they might have been a little surprised that Morley had admitted it.

A little-known chapter in Texas history is about a small settlement of the Englishmen who settled by the Devil’s River in 1834; these people called their settlement Dolores. Settlements do not exist for long. The Indians killed the vast majority of the immigrants, and a few drifted to Mexico. The remaining people were: 14 adults and 3 small children, who were retreating east when they were attacked at Lake Espando, near the present-day Calizzo Spring. The Comanche Indians killed them all and threw the bodies and the carts they were riding in into the lake. That’s why to this day Mexicans think of ghosts in lakes. And the name Espandosa means “terrible.”

　　Dent and his bride joined the English settlement. There are many otters in the Devil’s River. There are also many otters in the upper and lower reaches of the Devil’s River that flow into the Rio Grande. We can believe that Dent did not live with the English community, he lived separately like lone wolves, and there is no doubt that he had an agreement with the Indians. A long way west on horseback, there are several more Indian Mexican families grazing the few goats in the Pecos River Valley.

At noon one day in May 1835, a man on a rickety horse approached one of these sheep farms. He told the Mexican sheep farmer couple that his camp was at the place where Della Creek flowed into the Devil’s River. He said his wife was going to have children and someone had to help. The Mexican woman agreed to go with her husband; the man immediately saddled the horse. At the same time, the area is notoriously charged with dark clouds. A bolt of lightning killed the messenger.

This greatly delayed the departure time of the Mexicans. The owner of the sheep farm knew the way there from the situation at the camp site described by the dead man, but night fell before he and his wife crossed the watershed of the Devil’s River. They did not find the camp until the morning of the 2nd. On the camp, under an open bush trellis lay a dead woman, alone. Indications are that she died while giving birth to the child. But there were no children. Couldn’t find the child. There was no indication of where the child had gone anywhere. Under the trellises of the bushes was a trail of trampling; this led the owner of the sheep farm to guess that the wolf had eaten the baby.

In a poorly furnished bush hut, the Mexicans found a letter. They bring the letter to the first person they may meet who knows English. It was later discovered that the letter had been written by Molly Pertur Dent to her mother in Georgia a few weeks before her death. The letter can be used as proof of her and her husband’s identity. And just like that, their romance was over.

10 years have passed, and a large carriage road leading to El Paso, which runs through the nascent of Texas, passes the Springs of St. Philippe (today’s Dellio) with a few Mexicans, and is only 12 miles ahead of the Devil’s River and then over the Pecos River; occasionally armed travelers pass by this road. In 1845, a teenager living in St. Philips reported that he had seen a pack of wolves attacking a flock of sheep, and with the wolves there was a creature with long hair covering half of her face, looking like a. Some Americans passing by the area heard the story and asked him. But they were intrigued by what he said about what the looked like, and not very concerned about the strange creature he was reporting. The story was ridiculed, but it still spread among settlements.

Less than a year after the incident, a Mexican woman in San Felice Springs claimed to have seen two wolves and a devour a freshly bitten goat. She said she came closer before she was discovered. Then the two wolves and the girl all ran away. The first ran on all fours, then stood up and ran on two feet; accompanied by two wolves. The woman was very sure of what she saw. The few people in the Devil’s River area began to watch over the girl alertly. They recalled the disappearance of the dead Molly Dent’s baby in the wolf’s footsteps. The men in the camp said that the she-wolf walked around the fur on the back of the baby’s neck without harming the young wolf. Perhaps, they say, some maternally conscious wolf took the newborn baby back into his nest and raised her. The Indians reported seeing barefoot slabs on the sandy ground along the river, sometimes accompanied by hand marks.

The hunt for the Wolf Girl of the Devil’s Valley was organized. The girl is now known as the Wolf Girl. The pursuit consisted mainly of Mexican cattle herders riding wild horses. Surely, the gang had not heard of the story of Romulus and Romus, who founded Rome, raised by wolves, or of children raised by wolves in India like Gibson’s Mowgli. But in this remote, isolated barren frontier, they faced unquestionable evidence: there was a human who had been raised by wolves and rode wild with wolves.

On the 3rd day of the hunt, two riders startled the girl near a small canyon that led to the Grand Canyon. She was with a big wolf. When she hid in a slit, she was separated from the wolf. The cattle herders surrounded her here. At first, she was scared like a rabbit. Then she spat and hissed, like a wild cat. She also tore, scratched and bit. When the cattle herder bound her, she let out a pitiful and terrible ghost-like cry: a voice that people said was a sound that resembled a woman screaming and a wolf howl, but neither. As she snorted this terrible scream, a huge male wolf, perhaps the one she had broken up with, suddenly appeared and rushed toward her captors. Perhaps before the wolf could rush to the front and use its powerful claws, a man saw it coming and saved their lives. The man killed it with a pistol. When the wild girl saw this, she fell into a coma and became silent.

The captured creatures were now tied up so strongly that they could be carefully observed. She had a lot of hair, but the beautiful curves of her breasts and other physical appearances showed that she was a normal female human. The muscles of her hands and arms looked strange, but they were still symmetrical.

After recovering from her coma, she was transported on a horse to the nearest ranch. In an isolated house, people untied her and let her go so she could spend the night. People gestured friendly to cover her body with a piece of something and gave her food and water. But even the high-altitude eagle and the deep forest lion would not show such distrust and fear of her captors as she did. She retreated to the darkest corner. The people left her and went. The door was closed; the only other exit was a small window opposite the door, with a plank nailed to it.

The ranch house was a simple dwelling of two rooms, alone in the wilderness. Before dark, four or five people gathered here. Now, the wild and crazy creature locked up in the house began to emit terrible screams. The howl passed through the many crevices in the wood-built walls and reached far in the night wind, and soon received the response of wolves in the distance, a low voice that lasted a long time. The wolf seemed to be responding in all directions. The wolf’s mournful howl spread far away, bringing a farther and farther response. All the great wolves of the western land are gathering together. Never before had the ranchers who had heard wolf howls in their lives, never heard the howl of so many gathered wolves, or the low, long, gloomy death-like howl. The wolves got closer and closer, gathering more and more densely. Now, the wolves howled in unison; it was a hopeless, fierce, dark bass chorus that no musicians of the world had ever dreamed of. Then the wolves were silent, as if waiting for an echo; and the wild girls in the dark room responded with the screams of an inhuman world that was neither a woman nor a beast.

After a while, this large herd of wolves rushed to the herd and attacked the goats, cows and saddle-laden horses. The noise of the livestock, especially the screams and hisses of the rushing and kicking horses, drew people to the rescue. Usually, people who are familiar with wolves are not afraid of wolves at all. Now, the shepherds were gathered together, firing their guns and shouting in the darkness as they advanced. The wolves retreated.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the chaos, somehow the wolf girl broke the planks from the window and came out of the house, and it was thought that she had immediately entered the wolf pack. The night hardly a wolf howl could be heard again. On Day 2, there was no trace of the girl. For a long time, it was difficult to see a wolf in that area.

In six years, I hadn’t heard anything about the Devil Valley Wolf Girl. At this time, gold mines were discovered in California, and the number of people traveling westward increased dramatically. In 1852, a frontier explorer, in search of a route to El Paso (a route with more water sources than the water source on the chevalier trail known as the Qihuahua Trail, which was used at the time), rode to a sharp bend in the upper reaches of the Grande River, far from the mouth of the Devil’s River.

They had not yet seen the creature, or rather, they had already walked to the water’s edge before they had been seen by the creature at the water’s edge. At the water’s edge, they clearly saw a naked woman sitting on a sandbank, two young wolves biting at her full breasts. In an instant, she stood up, two arms between a young wolf, rushing towards the crack, and its speed could not be caught up with even fast horses. This creature can only be the Wolf Girl of the Devil’s Valley.

It is understood that no one has seen her since the fight, although, even if asked, some of the old Apache Indians may have some stories to tell. The fate of this wolf girl, the wolf woman, may never be known. In an extermination campaign against wolves — the most voracious of america’s livestock-known beasts — a wolf with a distinctly human face was occasionally spotted in the border area. For years, the so-called “human-faced wolf” was considered the final culmination of a killing and elopement time in Georgia. If man can have a “beast mark”, why can’t a beast have a human mark? For me alone, although more than a century has passed since the beginning of the events just described, more than one wolf face has appeared in the west in the past 40 years or so. Has the distinctive characteristics of humans.