The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-14
SOME BEAR KILLINGS.
A C6OICE SPIRIT OF 8RUIN HOL-
Low TELLS OF A FEW FIGHTS.

Drowned IN his OWN GOre-Nal Or
That Suddenly Vanished.
From the Pittsburg Dispatch.
ROULETTE, Pa. Aug. SIN the whole
length and breadth of the lumber regions
of Northern Pennsylvania. so they told me,
there is no place which has had such a rep
utation for intrepid and unrelenting bear
hunters as Bruin Hollow. Happening re-
Gently to be within fifteen miles OF that
famous bear hunting center, I drove 20 the
hollow to feast my eyes on some Of the
stslwart sons of the forest whose recreation
1t was to make bruin hump himself and
howl, and to give my ears the delectable
duty of listening to them as they told their
tales OF valor and daring in chase and
battle.
After getting tolerably we'll acquainted
with the landlord of the dingy little tavern
at the Hollow said TO him: This is a IA
NOUS SPOT for bear killing and bear killers
isn't itFn
The landlord, a bewhisksred little old
man In hickory overalls and shirts, aud
with a merry twinkle IN his gray eye, threw
up his hands and said:
WANTED TO HEAR A BEAR KILLED.
'B'ars! Why. up 70 two weeks ago the
bars that bad been killed an was bein
klAlSO DeT6 WOulu a uEuF 1uu Wllus
I've beerd more bar killed an At with fer
the past five years than yop could heap In
o ten-acre lot. I'd herd so many killed
that got hankerin' so to see ons mum
mixed around and rasselsd an choked TO
death by some OF the bar killers that
couldn't hardly hold myself.
"Wuu, one night, q couple o. weeks ago,
81 Ainsley an' Joe Barnes an Pete Fletcher
an Josh Mulhn an Josh Mullins dog Tiger
was settin' here KILN an olutchin' an
ohokin' bar till ID looked terrible skeery the
way the bar howled an the blood run. All
o. them fellers is great bar killers, an so is
the dog. ST AinsieY he told how be met
big bar wunst up along the head waters, an
had nothin' with him but a raftin' auger.
The bar see 81 an knowed him, an tried
his best to git away. But 81 scooted around
an headed him off, am KEEP heedin' him off
till he run the bar up agiu' big oak tree,
with ledge o. rocks on both sides OK 1t. an
the unfort'nit bruin had to stop an take bis
medicine.
BORED A HOLE IN HIS GAME.
"He backed up ag'in the tree and riz up
on his ha'nches, That was jist what 81
wanted, an he sa'ntered up and put the
pint nf his auger ag'in the bars chist. The
auger was five foot long, an ez the bar
spared an spatted at 81. tryin' to git clip
in ag'n his head, 81 jist quietly went to
borin' inter the bars chist. The auger
know what was goin' on, an when he did
wake up to the situation IL WANT no use.
81 had bored clean through the bar an
foot inter the tree, an thar the bar was,
pinned TO the tree ez snug ez a shootin'
match bill to a barn door. He cuddn't git
away, an 81 went over to Bills camp an
got q gun an came back an stopped the
bars howlin' by putin few slugs inter
his brain. burned il it didn't make me
shedder all over TO hear 81 kill that bar!
"Wull, Pete Fletcher he killed a couple o.
bar that night, too. His'n was slaughtered
up on lnjun Knob, jist beyenE here piece.
Pete he was out lookin' fer bar, an had his
gun with him to use in case he got in close
quarters. He had got on the pint o. the
knob when two slambastin' bars jumped
out o. the brush not more than two rod
ahead O. him. Pete was after bar skins
more than after bar meat. and seein' that
these two had coats on worth sumpin' like
$40 pervidin' they want all riddled with
bullets an cut an slashed with knives, he
decided TO gether the two bruins In with
hull pelts by strategy.
SAVING THE PELTs WHOLE.
pete said the bars must ben strangers
In these parts, fer they didn't seem to re-
co'nize him, an std o. tryin' to get away
they squared of fer fight Pete laid down
his gun an took his knife out Of his belt
and laid that down fer fear he mowt fcrgit
hisself an use 10 on the bars an damage
their skin. One bar was bigger'n toth0r
un, AN the biggest un stepped out to try
what there was In Pete. The bar riz up
on his binders an Pete he trotted straight
Ter bin, actin ez II he was gointer ketch
him by the neck. That fooled the bar an
he waited fer Pete to pitch in an grab him.
But Pete know'd trick worth two o.
that, an jist ez he got within reach o. the
bar he give a sudden duck with his head
an shot forrid to'ard the ground head fust.
He ketched the bar fun tilt betwixt the
Hanks with his head, an the bar was histed
over on his snoot on the ground quicker'n
flash o. lightnin'. He fell like a tree. an
willie be was thinkin' up what had struck
him, Pete was on his feet ag'in. Tother
bar now rushed forrid to take q hand
in. Pete stopped down an grabbed On g
big bar by one hind leg, am swingin'
him round bis head couple o. times, jist
swep' him ag'in tother bars head an
knocked that bar often his pins. an landed
him more'n 20 foot away ag'1n big tree, ,
breakin' his neck Ike a pipe stem. The
conclusion was a leesls too heavy fer the
big bar. too, an ez Pete laid him back on
the ground he gave gasp OF two an quit
Twin. Pete killed them two bar so quick
an clean, not splllin' any blood nor lea vim
any smell o. burnt powder th't 1 didn't
shedder much over 1t, but it made me
breathe bard.
HUNTER WHO REvELED IN GORE.
"But you orter heerd Joe Barnes kill his
bar that night! IL didn't seem to me as if
I'd ever be able TO get the blood scrubbed
outen the room herel Joe's the savagest an
unfeelinest Teller that ever heard kill a
bar In my life. This here night he was
gore from head 10 foot. bar had come
outen the woods inter a lumber camp whsr
Joe was workin', an war foolish enough to
SLOUGH along ez impident ez a lghtnin' rod
peddler, not mors'n three hundred yards
from whar Joe was. When a bar gifts ez
nigh ez tibet to Joe, Joe says, that bars
lamp o. life Is jist ez good ez run out OF oil.
Joe see this sassy bar slouchtn' by, an
Rrabbin' butcher knife he started after it
TO learn it some manners. He kitched up
with the bar an pitched inter it. The fust
slash he made with the knife Joe slit a hole
in the bars throat, and the blood spurted
out like water outer a rain spout, In less
than second Joe looked ez If he'd ben
doused inter his OIL woman's madden kiddle
from bead TO toe. To cap it all. the bar
give lurch an sent Joe's knife flynn clean
outen reach. Then Joe had to pitch in with
his tistS- Every tins he'd clip the bar one
on the snoot the blood d fly like ohuckin,
stone in a mud puddle. Every time the
bar d give Joe a clip the blood d iy outen
him just ez BAD so that betwixt the spoutln'