Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1890-04-03
Special Correspondence.
UPPER LEH1GH, April 2, 1890.


siderably agitated over the capture of an ap-
parently wild, and hitherto unknown animal
by one of their number.
For some months past our youthful hunters
have reported seeing strange animal in the
woods in this vicinity, evidently some supposed
extinct species of the dog family, possessing
many positive characteristics of the bear
The old school hunters paid little or no atten-
tion to the various stories brought to camp 10y
the boys in relation to the existence of this
strange son of the forest, and boldly intimated
that"it was case of mistaken identity-that the
dog-bea merely existed in the lucid lmaBina-
of latter-day hunters"
The young hunters, nothing daunted, held a
meeting at their club room, ON Railroad street,
and discussed the situation, resolving that they
were worthy of their sires, and that their YER
acity as hunters must not be questioned;' and
as retult of this action the President of the
club issued what we might term writ of
Hdbeds Corpus, commanding the members, in
their collective capacity, to produce the body OF
this strange animal before the club at its next
stated meeting; and as an inducement to eXer-
tion stated that the star of the Legion of the
Bustle'would be conferred on the lucky captor
The scene must now necessarily changefrOm the
gaily furnished club room of the junior sports
to the bleak and dismal forest that divides Up
per Lehigh and South Heberton. The date is
March 9th, 1890 the hour is $50 p. M, when
Patrick O'Neil, u courageous young hunter, is
seen to enter the swamp, his trusted breech-
penetrating the forest in advance He trudged
on with measured steps and bated breath
anxiously waiting to hear the shrill bark of
that the stranger of the forest was driven from
his lair. Though Carlow" is yet silent: the
hunter halts, his gun is firmly raised to his
shoulder and his keen eye glances along the
polished barrel from breech to sight On II
grassy mound beneath the poetic shades of the
weeping willow, the dog;bear is mining for his
newiy-made grave of Gallagher's goat. The
hunter does not fire, his gun is lowered and he
stealthily retreats, leaving this strange freak of
nature to pursue his vocation with ghoulsh
solemnity. The reader will very naturally come
to the conclusion that the hunters actions are
prompted by fear; such is not the case. Young
O'Neil has determined that he will take the
dog-bear alive and exhibit him in his natural
beauty at the next meeting of the Junior Sport
possessed of all the skill and dexterity of the
typical cowboy, and has in days gone by
brought many wild steer to terms on our
western plains by means of the lasso.
In the cosy laboratory of Prof. Il two
gentlemen are engaged in earnest conversation.
One is the learned Professor, who is explaining
to his friend the great benefits the race have
derived from the invention of the famous
Bug Motor" The Professors friend is de-
scended from an ancient patriotic stock The
names OF his ancestors are honorably enrolled
on the pages of their country's history.
Ere the emerald gem of the western world
Was set in the crown of a stranger"
A young man, apparently excited, enters the
laboratory and addresses the Professors friend
as Uncle" The fact of placing the dog-bear
and the dissertation of "Nanny's'' grave (already
familiar to our readers) is told in detail. The
young man requested his uncle to get his lasso
and follow him, adding significantly, the Dog
Bear is ours"
The barking of the hounds are heard in the
forest. Forward dashes the pack towards the
sad willow led gallantly on by the keen-scented
Carlow" Oh! what beautiful music? how
pleasing to the hunters trained ear as it re-
echoes through the tall pines. But bark, the
music ceases and "Carlows" shrll bark con-
veys the news that the dog-bear is at bay.
Three men are approaching from the north,
whom we recognize as the trio seen at the
Professors laboratory, The Professors friend
appears to good advantage, tall and erect,
very type of early physical training. The
Professor, dressed in his patent-leather boots
and gigantic beaver, is strutng along in the
rear, and his deep bass voice is heard shouting
in commanding tones don't shoot Patrick;
science and the welfare of the race demands
that this animal be taken alive" He evident
ly addressing the young hunter, who like
eager herald flies before"
The hounds are formed in n semi-circle near
the brink of "Nanny's" grave, where the dog
bear stands erect-a central object-calmly sur
veying his tormentors. The Professors friend
stands calm and dignified contemplating the
scene His hand is steadily raised, and his lasso
is sent curling through space in almost the
same manner that Pete Carr's balls cross the
homepate, when he enters the box to throw
out the Hazleton professionals"
Our story is told, the lasso descends as if by
magic, the dog-bear is a helpless prisoner, and
the fact is once more forcibly. demonstrated
that man is master of the material universe.
Since the capture of this strange animal our
hitherto quiet village assumes a metropolitan
aspect. Numerous visitors from abroad are
scen VII our sllcete' anu vi every uuiiiu VIC htui
the query, What is it? Patrick where did
did you get it, The learned Professor (who, by
the way is an ardent disciple of the notorious
Prof. Darwin claims that he has discovered the
missing link that will connect his theory of
evolution and enable him to trace the descent
of man back to the kingdom of monkeydon.
Another radical theorist Is so uncharitable as to
assert that the dog-bear is the ghost of some
departed christian who was great employer
of labor while on earth, and who positively de-
clined to obey IA semi-monthly pay law, and
who is compelled, by the eternal Justice of
level to which his methods, while In the flesh,
reduced other men. Of course, in justice to
represent public opinion. We merely state
these facts to show the inherent wickedness of
some people. Professor II is still pene-
trating the mysterious depths of science, and
promises to give the result of his Investigations
to the race through the columns of the
TRIBUNE p. DUFF.