The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1874-08-01
MISCELLANY.
Not a Born Idiot.

The Lexington (Ky.) Gazette says: The
belligerent settlers, who "swar they aim t
a-gwine to low no sieh new-fangled doin's
as railroads in that settlement" are not
the only adversaries the Southern Railway
may have to encounter in Casey county.
AS the grading is pushed on through the
mountains, temporary huts ale erected,
and frequently quite brisk village ap-
pears this week where last nothing de-
noting civilization was to be seen. At
some of these shanties Bridget has her
pigs, and latterly some unseen enemy has
been playing havoc with them.
1t was not until Thursday a week ago,
near dusk, some of the men coming in
from walk. espied at a distance huge
black bear, scenting about the dead body
of one Of the work mules. The men
were unarmed, and very willingly gave
bruin wide berth.
On Saturday, however, two men, Peter
Rogan and Frederick Myers, both from
Cincinnati. yielded to entreaties of Bridget
to 6 kill the yarmint that's killing all the
pigs.n and went forth to prepare the
ground for the encounter. First making
sure from the signs that the bear nightly
visited the spot, they selected a place
about thirty feet from the dead mule, and
dug a pit about the depth and size OF
When night came on they armed them
selves with a rife and revolvers each, to
saw nothing of the butcher-knives they
were accustomed to carry in their belts,
and set out to meet the enemy. Myers
says:
* It looked mighty lonesome round
there, and we did MT know but some OF
them mountain devils who'd been mur-
derin' the boys might be sneakin' in the
brush. Fact is, I'd just as soon been snug
in camp but as long as we'd started we
was MT goin' to back. Well, we got close
to the mule. The smell was offul
| always noticed an old carcass smells
much worse at night than in day
light, and that old mule was smell1n' Its
clssedest. However we dropped into the
pit and then the smell wasn't so bad. we
sauatted down awhile to get our noses fret
of the stencil, and began to think aDou
when the bear would come. S'pose wee
heen there nigh onto two hours, and be
gan to think the bear wasn't comm tha
night. when we heard the brush crack
Then all was still for awhile. We begaI
to suspicion he'd put out, and both OF u
was lust gettin' to our feet when we hear(
the old fellow snort. We dropred back tt
the bottom and lay quiet, neither OF u
darin' to speak. But somethin' awful wa
goin' on outside. The brush was snappin
and flvin' about, and the old bear seemet
to be pawin' up the ground fearful. Well
didn't know what to do. IT climbed
out | knowed 1 was good to be the bear
supper. If stayed quiet didn't know
what second he'd throw himself into tn
hole and craunch me up like I've craunche'
little fried fish. Peter was scrounchet
down in the corner, shakin' like leaf.
knowed he wouldn't be no use in fight
'twasn't worth while to count on him.
"Well, / gathered my gun and rose u
cautious, and just raised my eyes aoov
the ground. Gentlemen, the bear wa
standin' by that mule with his bac
reached up like the roof of house, an
looked mighty nigh as high, and the mac
dest lookin' varmint [ ever saw! | sa,
him seize hold of that mule and sling
round in the air like it had been kltteI
and l dropped back a prayin' that theI
might be meat enough on that mule fc
that bears supper"
"But didn't you shootW !.
ssShoot, thunder! Do you take me ft
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