The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1891-03-28

hef to put flowers on my grave, says J.
"Sayin' witch, the weather bein' colder
n Greenlan'. clep' back in the rocks
n snuggled down 'twixt the snorin'
bars to git warm. A week passed
away. hadn't had nothin' to eat, N
natur' were gettin her dander up. The
two bars hadn't never winked nor
moved sence l fined 'em. / hated to
disturb either of 'em, but had TO hev
meat, m so, on the seventh day took
out my knife, felt ez gentle as passin'
zephyr fer the biggest bars wizzen m
with one gouge slit it from chin to gull
let. The bar opened his eyes, looked
up ez if he'd notion to see wat were
goin' on, then closed 'em m winched m
shivered little, then gave an
all-pervadin' sigh, m his compan-
ion on t'other side were n wild
der N didn't know it. Slicina ch'ice
cut from the dead bar, / took it out in
front o. the ledge, built fire, cooked
the bar meat, m soon put natur' in a
good humor wunst moe.
"Goin' back inter the hole l noticed
th't fer the fust time t'other bar seemed
to be gettin' Uneasy. She kinder moved
about N grunted, N seemed disturbed
in her dreams.
'Smelt her OF man a coolxin,
mebbe, says 1, turnin' over m going to
sleep.
"Id know how long were asleep,
but were woke up kinder suddent
like, N openin' my eyes L see t'other
bar standin' over me, her eyes a-glarin
N the giner'l expression o. her count.
nance givin' me the idee th't she were con
sid'able het up Fun wat could gather
fun the looks o. things 1 sh'd think
th't the old lady had been talSin' in the
hull sitiwation, 'n'th't she he'd con
cluded not to wait till the spring time
kim fore she chawed my bones. L be.
gun to reach fer my knife, wen heard
the howl o. VOLTS on the outside. The
bar heerd it, too, m jumped fer the
openin'. setch yoopin' m yellin' m q
gnashin' m smashin', m a munchin
N crunchin' ez follered never heerC
afore or sence. l crep' to the openin
m peeked out. The OF bar stood with
her back agin the ledge, vile pack o
CANT m hungry VOLTS was pitchin
inter her tryin' to gether her in. She
he'd swotted 'em right N left till the
open space were kivered with deac
VOLTS, m still they piled up agin her
l found my gun m took a hand in tc
help the bar 'Twixt us we soon had
ev'ry one O. the pack stretched dead in
front O. the ledge. Then the old b'a1
'membered her grudge agin me, n
turned to end up the fight by finishin
me; but put a load O. buckshot through
her head, N she tumbled on top o. the
VOLTS.
81 counted the VOLTS. Tha was TWEEN
ty-nine of 'em. figgered it up quick
n found th't they was worth jist two
hundred and thirty-two dollars, the
bounty on 'em bein' eight dollars {
wolf.
That's enough!' hollers, jumpin
fer joy. It's enough m thirty-two dol
lars over, sides the two bari hollers
jumpin' fer more joy. 1 hollers, jump
in fer joy ag'in. Jis then L heert
noise ahind me, m lool<in' round
| wat sh'd come tumblin' outen the
hole but two bar cubs, th't 1 hadn'
see at all! 'Jeewhizzp hollers, jump
in fer some more joy. 'Sides TIVE
live bar that didn't seer l hollers
No more dumps fer pap! says 1.
81 took off my moc'sins n cut em VI
inter thongs. M cut my powder horl
straps inter thongs. Fer vile me y
the old bar was fghtin' the wolfs hat
noticed sumpin'. l had noticed tn
that snowbank th't pitched off twix
me n Sugar swamp was kivered wit
| thick crust of glarin' ice. 1 tied tn
two dead bars and the twenty-nin
dead VOLTS together by the legs, stiff n
snug. / drug em to the edge O. tn
glarin m flarin' field o. snow. too
| the two bar cubs one under each arm
Then laid down amongst the bars 4
the wolf, N pushed em onter tn
| pitchin' glare O. snow l member tn
was whizz N whoo m a skwush
The mex thing 1 know'd 1 were settir
in our kitchen in Sugar swamp. The,
had found me in the back yard, mike
up with the bars N the VOLTS. Th
house were full O. neighbors, N IN
pap, low in the dumps ez he were, wer
braggin' on me standin' up N gethel
in in twenty-nine big VOLTS N fou
bar, two on 'em alive.
"'Pap,' L says, Il never thort nothir
bout VOLTS or bars, says l.. Wolf
m bars want nuthin' to me- / says
Il want fightin' VOLTS m bars, says
Il were fightin' your dumps, says.
were fightin' the mortgage says
"N' thar she lays, bgosh' I says
She's riz,' l says, IN thirty-two dollar
over, sides the four bar says, 'tw
on 'em alivep
"Sayin' witch 1 went out to cho
wood, leavin' pap N nam to relic
cause the mortgage We're riz, m tn
dumps was druv outen that corner {
the Sugar swamp deestric'. Ed Mott
in N. Y. Sun.
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