The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-04-09
NO RAlLRoAps rHRN.
bat the sport Was Jass - Good and the
He IRA ~ Active.

But the tport WAS J ost - ooo1 ana She
He ira ~ Active
mo. q" said Gilman. tho want no
railroads then an Z seems . Of the
wa MT much OF anything else The
boys nowadays do know anything
about what Their daddies he'd ter git
along with Wien they was young
cen remember when matches fust
come round The was a young fell
ler he went over to Chatham bout
twenty miles I'm where we lived then.
and he bought little box bout 3 big's
that an he paid York shillin' for
'em.
We'll every boy he come to on the
road hum he'd ter see one o. them
matches lit an b. the time he got ter
our place they was nigh about burnt
up. We used to cover up the Goals
keerful o'nights but many's the time
I've been round to the neighbors 70
borry some Goals. When we couldn't
get 'em we'd put some loose tow In
the old shotgun and fire It out Some
times we'd use flint and steel, but
mos emily the gun. Them old flint
locks want much to brag on. but
they was better N nothin'.
'.Its jest about fifty years ago /
was about 9 years old. / know. an
one night about o'clock my mother
shook father an told him the bears
was after Uncle Johns hogs We
could hear 'em squealin' awful So
father he got up m lit the candle In
the old tin lantern-you'ves seen them.
| s'pose. full o holes ter let out the
light He loaded up his old shot gun
primed her up an away he goes ter
Uncle Johns 1t was jest about sech
night as this-a rainin' hard; an
dark as all git out
We'll, he routed out Uncle John an
an old one armed sailor they he'd there
name o Simmons an he would swear
awful. They loaded up another OF
fiintlock an started for the hogs an.
sure enough. there was the biggest
kind o. bear. with his arm right round
one o. the hogs and a,eatin' away at
the back OF shis neck He looked
up an growled. an then went on
aeatin'. was a-shiverin at the win
der, and could hear the whole racket.
Then they opened the door OF the
old tin lantern. SO g ter git good
sight an both on 'em pulled. an
snap. went the old locks--they were
both wet Then they went ter work
an primed 'em up agin; the bear.
a-growlin' an the hog a-squealin' all
the time. an the oil sailor a-cussin'
fer all ats out Seems tor me /
never did hear SIGH a-growlin' an
a-sluealin' an a-cussin' in all my born
days, but was little Teller then an
want use TO it. an / was feared the
beard eat up father an uncle an all
the hogs in the pen fore he got
through; an fer all knowed the was
forty bear--'t sounded IS CT there
might n ben-a-clawin' at them hogs
Then they opened the lantern agin.
an drawed another bead, an that
time fathers gun went or. He made
lucky shot, too-lucky fer him. I
guess fer Of he hednt. an the bear'd
a got clip at the lantern an put that
might n run right into his arms
But he run off up hill piece. an
they followed on. an there they see
him a lying down. Then father
wanted Uncle John ter gwup'n hit
him with the AK, an he wouldn't for
fear the bear warn't dead. So father
he went up N hit him clip N he was
dead, sure 'nuf. Four hundred
pounds that bear dressed an they
sold the skin fer $l2-a big price
them times but twas late in the fall.
Yes, we use ter see some times them
days but wo rather enjoyed it. alter
all."-Forest and Stream.