The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1878-01-11
HERE LIE TIL hAINs
EATEN BY A LAR
August 90 H7.

/ II ID = fGi ldUQ even us
agreeable epitaph. Tha eaten by a
bear" is intolerable is grotesque.
And then l thought whalan ingdequate
language the English is & compact ex-
preston. 1t would notknswer to put
upon the stone simply 4fen, /" for that
is indefinite and requirefsxplanat:on it
might mean eaten by a <nnibal. This
difficulty could not occulli the German,
where essen signifies fact of feeding
by man and fressen byla beast. How
simple the thing would 4 in German: :,
HER LIED
Rem
HERR-
GEFREsE
August 20,
That explains itself krhe welI-born
ore-was eaten Z !. at Eif.4rssft.ias-
bly, by a bear, which animal has a bad
reputation since the days of Elisha.
The bear was coming on. He had in
fact come on. l ju6Eed that he could
see the whites of my eyes. All mysub
sequent reflections were confused.
raised the gun, covered the BEARS breast
with the sight, and let drive. Then l
turned and ran like deer. | did lot
hear the bear pursuing. / looked ba6.
The bear had stopped. He was lying
down. then remembered that the be4
thing to de after having fired your gun
is to reload it. l slipped in charge,
keeping my eyes on the bear. He never
stirred. / walked back suspiciously.
There was quiver in the hind legs, but
no other motion. Still, he might be
shamming. Bears oitensham. To make
sure, l approached and put ball into
his head. He didn't mind it now; he
minded nothing. Death had come to
him with a merciful suddenness. He
was calm in death. In ord,r that he
might remain so, blew his brains out,
and then started tor home, had killed
a bear
Notwithstanding my excitement, l
managed to saunter into the house with
an unconcerned air. There was cho-
rus of voices -
Where are are your blackberries ?'
" Why were you gone SO long"
Where's your pail?'
Z" l left the pail"
Left the pail! What for 2'
a bear wanted il"
"Oh, nonsense ~
Well the last 1 saw of it, a bear had
it."
ooh, GOMEZ You didn't really see q
bear ,"
Yes, but I did really see a real bear"
"Did lie run?"
90 Yes; he ran after me-"
"I don't belie7e a word of it. What
did You do"
cob, notl,in~ D. h. n, except kill
rne bear
it" Where's t. 52o
"If you want to Sc the bear, you
must go up into the woods. l couldn't
bring him down alone.P
Having satisfied the household that
something extraordinary had occurred,
and excited the posthumous fear of some
of them for my own safety, 1 went down
into the valley to get help. The great
bear hunter, who keeps one of the sum-
mer boardiug-houses received my story
with a smile of incredibly, and the in
credulity spread to the other inhabitants
and to the boarders as soon as the story
was known. However, as l insisted IN
all soberness, and Offered to lead them to
the bear, party of forty or fifty people
at last started off with me to bring the
bear in. Nobody believed there was any
bear in the case, but everybody who
could get a gun carried one, and we
went into the woods armed with guns,
pistols, pitchforks, and sticks, against all
contingencies or surprise,-a crowd
made up mostly of scofFers and jeerers.
But when l led the way to the fatal
spot, and pointed out the bear, lying
peacefully wrapped in his own skin,
something like terror seized the boarders,
and genuine excitement the natives. 1t
was no mistake bear, by George; and
the hero of the fight-well, l will not in
sist upon that. But what a procession
that was, carrying the bear home, and
what congregation was speedily gath
cred in the valley to see the bear! Our
best preacher up there never drew any
thing like it On Sunday.
And I must say that my particular
friends, who are sportsmen, behaved
very well, on the whole. They didn't
deny that it was bear, although they
said it was small Tor bear. Mr.. Deane,
who is equally good with rifle and a
rod, admitted that it was very fair
shot. He is probably the best salmon
fisher in the United States, and he is an
equally good hunter. l suppose there
is no person in America who is more de-
sirous to kill a moose than he. But he
needlessly remarked, after he had ex.
amined the wound in the bear, that he
had seen that kind of shot made by q
/ cows horn. This sort of talk affected
me not. When l went to sleep that
night my last delicious thought was,
I've killed bear" Charles Duddley