Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1881-03-10

| Wnile casting our eyes over the waste
of "oeautiful" in the vicinity of oul
sanctum the other day, our gaze wa,
suddenly riveted upon (as we supposed
the gigantic proportions OF ''hodag's'
track, seemingly quite fresh, and immc,
diately we went in quest of We bold
hunter, Mick" but before he could
be found we learned we were slightly
mistaken in the "anamile" as il proved
to be on close inspection, nothing but
the snow-shoe tracks of our county
| surveyor, he whose sir name is Britt
and nothing more, quoth ye quill,dri>
yer.
If it aint one thing, it is another.
An unfortunate acquain tance of ours
now comes before us and makes COM
plant that an over-grown specie of the
feline race of the Julia sex, disturbs
the quiet of his midnight everies, and
makes him feel kind of alloverish like
as though he would relish seeing her
intestinal strings vigorously sawed by
ye village tutor or some other Shaver,
and says that the ''demiseverquaver
OF her voice has recently been enhanced
by her indiscreetness in too hastily
cooling off after n terrific engagement
with his neighbors' sir Thomas, and
seriously threatens to make his "affida
Wy" if her folkes don't put a stop to
such cat-ankerous doings.
Mr. John Reichert, foreman, started
from Reitz' camp on the Manistee.
some l2 miles from this place, about
? o'clock oh the morning of the 9th
inst, and after he had crossed the riv-
er some so or 100 rods, heard sound
faint at first, but gradually growing
mora distinct, when il flashed over his
mind all at once that he had better
make dOuble-quicll time, as he recog-
niZed in the sounds the familiar howl
of a pack of half dozen large gray
wolves, After running "A good distance
he stopped. just convenient to q good
tree To climb, and glanced over his
back track, and saw the animals cross
his trail some 40 rods back. and keep
right on the even tenor of their way.
1t was quite dark at the time. and Mr..
K. now thinks they were on the trail of
a deer, but as he was too much excited
at the time to reason much about il.
he lit right out again and made his
best running record, coming into town
with steam!ng garments and perspira-
tion oozing from every pore.
We think we can come TO the front
with about the tallest bear story on
record: Some three weeks since, the |
teamsters hauling logs for Potter's
camp were considerably annoyed by |
their sleighs sticking in certain dark |
looking spot along their tote road, and |
after more or less complaint, Pro. |
Travis. the rope-walker, who is work |
ing IN That camp, concluded to go and |
personally investigate the spot in ques-
ton. So, arming himself with an axe |
and shovel with which to dig out the |
blending root, snag, or whatever il /
might be, he soon arrived at the place.
The snow being quite deep he could
not determine what il was by optical
so he fetched his axe down
on the place-and presto!
what revelation, for instead of an
old log or root, as he supposed. up
jumped an old bear, and scampered off,
and away jumped the Prof, both be
ng too much surprised for hostiiities.
Bruin escaped, but the Prof. got a
good peek at him from n secure retreat.
and avows the the hair was all rubbed
off his back by the sleigh-shoes run
ming over him ali winter and the bows
lave much sport over the whole pro
:eeding.