Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1880-09-09

which war close By, Or else YOU II be
made meat on afore you knows what
ails you.
Sich another yelling and howling
and scattering Of humans as thar war
jest about then, boys, you never seen
IN your mortal lives, nor Inc nyther,
and down the mountain they all
went, lover and all, faster'n old griz-
4ly had ever seen anything run afore
and | thought to myself he mought
as well follow a streak Of creased
lightning as them fellers. As for me
"a no notion of running fur, for that
war'nt my style, and | war bound to
fotch away the body Of that gal or
gin ther old brute another carcass to
MUNICH for his dinner. Thar war a
tall, slender sapling bout twenty foot
off, big enough for my purpose, and |
broke for that, and got fairly out Of
his reach, with my rifle in hand aforo
he got to the foot ont. lie had mt
lost sight on me nary once, and pear
ed TO know (the cunning old boastD
that | war the only human he'd hev
to fear; and 50, when he come to the
tree. he STOPPED and growlcd savage,
and stood up on his hind feet, and
stretched his bloody head up and put
his fore paws round it, as eff he'd
notion to climb up arter me. But |
knowed he could mt for the tree war
too small for him; and so ! continued
to work my way up Jest as if he
war Mt thar, till got to the crotch
when, fixing myself comfortable, !
gin a yell Of defiance and went to re.
loading my rifle,
Jest as I'd got everything all right
and war wishing the ugly old scamp
would step out and gin Inc a fair sight
he begun to walk round the tree and
groWl, aud then, arter a little, he
turned back towards the rayine, as il
he mougLt be thinking thar warnt
nothing to be made out Of me, and
he i 90 up and take his revenge on
the gal.
Says l old slizaly, how's yer left
shoulder? and old Steve IIawkins's
co npliments to you, for an internal,
oudacious old varmlnt and with them
words | sent bullet to the spot !
axed about, and made him cripple
for the rest Of his short life.
Good Lord! how he did dance and
howl arter that second shot, and hob
bic around the tree on three legs,
praying with all his might, in bar
that he mougAt be allowed
TO gIt at me ef only for two minutes.
But it war'nt of no use-I warnt
agwine to come down fer him TIL ]
got ready-and so, with mocking
laugh | loaded up my rifle as'in and
waited till got a good chance, and
sent the third ball plum through his
brain. lie fell dead in his tracks.
Bat to make all surc, | slid down the
tree and cut his throat, and then went
up to see about the poor gal.
To my surprise l found her living
but with her right shoulder bit bad
and manglel, ard her right arm bro,
ken. She'd tainted from fear and pain
and didn't know nothing, SO | raised
her up kcerlJJl on my back, and toted
her down the mountain to her friends
who | found all huddled together in
the wagons, and nigh skeered to death
thinking old Bruin war arter en-.
They was all awful glad TO find the
gal living and offered to pay Inc hand.
some for what I'd done, but told Ella
to keep thar money to buy pluck and
sense with and that the first teI-
Ter that said BAR to me, Id break his
head. So thar the matter ended.
The gal afterwards got well and Of
iered to marry me out OF gratitude,
bat d gotta [pjun s4uaw wo'th tive
Of her, and / told her 80, and that she
wu4ld better marry the greenhoyn
that had ran his les of and yelled
his lungs out on her account, and |
believe she did.
Thar, boys you've got my rurn.an,
tic b'ar story, and now lets ticker?
'Wagh
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A piece of court plaster OH a pref
'ty girls check is very much out Of