Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1892-09-29
OF still saving the boar from Cut Coo

OF SELL saving the boar from Cut Coo
ners. All but Dan Space. Abel told
him his eyesight was too poor to hunt
bear, and sent him home. For six
miles, over hills, through thickets,
across hollows we followed the bear
and the dogs. Harassed by the dogs,
the bears progress was slow, but rapid
enough to keep just far enough ahead
OF us to prevent anyone getting shot.
'If we don't gether in that bar fore
he gifts through that laurel patch yen
der, or else git him p'inted south ag'i in, ~
said Abel, "he's Cub Corners meat, an
nothin' surer."
The laurel patch was off to the right,
and the bear was heading for it. Abel
made short cut across hill to reach
the patch and go around to its upper
edge before the bear could reach it,
directing us to take positions in the
hollow south of the patch.
''If the bar gifts through them
laurels," said he, ''rll be there an stop
him with some lead. II the lead don't
heft him down so he can't travel no
more, he'll turn an lead the dogs back
ag'in, an then you fellers kin put some
more lead in him. If he keeps on
a-goin', we've saved him anyhow, fer
We'll be gittin' him back out O. the
reach O Cub Corners"
Abel got around the patch before the
bear got into it, and we got to our
places in the hollow some time after
the bear disappeared in the laurels.
Ten minutes later the report of Abel's
rifle echoed among the hills. Not long
afterward the bear and the two dogs
came tum bling out of the thicket and
rolled in a heap down knoll into the
hollow. When the bear got to his feet
and shuffled on his way again only one
dog followed him. The other he had
crushed to death in the struggle down
the knoll. Three rifle balls were sent
after him as he crossed the hollow, the
remaining dog at his heels, but he kept
right on. We were soon joined by
Abel who, although the bear had SUE
cessfully run the gauntlet of every gun
and had killed one OF the dogs, was
radiant.
We've euchered Sub Corners, all
the same" he exclaimed. II wish that
dog layin' over-yender had ben hinl
Well git that bar back into our laurel
patch, an then he's our meat!'
Back over the six miles of hill and
thicket and hollow, weary, hot, hungry,
thirsty, tattered and soiled, we fol.
lowed the trail once more. 1t was late
in the afternoon when we ran the
bear into the laurels we had started
him from in the morning.
Now, then, by Juniper!" exclaimed
Abel, I'm gointer foller that bar
right into the patch, an have some fun
with him. We got him away from Cub
Corners pooty slick, an I'll twit the
consarned pirate of it next time see
him.
Abel was about to plunge into the
laurel patch, after directing us where
| to go, when the report Of rife, quick
~ followed by another, came from the
edge of the patch, off to the right
Abel looked surprised. 1 hurried of
in the direction of the shots, and Abe
came along. On that side of the laurel.
1 came suddenly upon a strapping big
| backwoodsman. He was leaning on
| the muzzle Of his rifle. One foot was
on a big bear that lay dead on the
ground, with Jim Souser's remaining
! dog shifting at it. The woodsman was
looking at us with a peculiar grin
| Abel stopped as if he had been sho
when he saw tie man. AS soon as he
| found his voice he exclaimed:
Cub Corners, by Juniper!''
~ ben tryin' to round up this Gun
MIN old bar fer two weeks" said the
woodsman, but he was too many fe1
me alone. I'm much obleedged to yor
fellers for helpiu' me out with him."
He grinned worse than ever. Abe
! turned on his heel and strobe back te
camp, and followed him. He didn't
speak for an hour. Then he smote the
| fat of one hand with his fist and ex
| claimed:
''B'ars hain't safe in these woods ne
! more!'-N. Y. Sun.