Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-31
Corners Was Mean Clean Through.

Then Abel started for Jim Souser's
shanty, which was down on Fair Run, two
miles distant through the woods. I mounted
guard at the cabin door to see that the bear
didn't come out of the big laurel patch and
pint his head for the, north, toward Cub
Conners' domain. Cub Conners was a
dweller in that wilderness that none of the
hunters liked. He lived by himself in the
center of one of the best hunting and fishing
regions. and had cheerful way of shooting
the dogs of other hunters who went into the
woods; of burning down their shanties; of
even taking a sly shot at hunters themselves
once in while, it was said, and of making
himself as offensive and damaging to them
as ne could find ways and means of doing it.
Consequently he was hated and feared of
all other woodsmen, and they lost no op-
portunity of checkmating him in the way
of getting game, even it they had to put
themselves to no end Of trouble, or remove
a deer out of season, or run down bear
under July sun.
1t was long after dark when Abel got back
from Jim Souser's. Three men with guns
were with him and two dogs.
"The bar hain't p'inted fer Cub Conners',
has hep" asked Abel.
No; the bear hadn't.
Two Mon inexperienced on Bear.
'Then he won't pint there tonight, an
we'll save him the disgrace O. doin' of it to-
morrow" said Abel. Jim Souser w'n't to
home, and I'm dunn sorry, fer don't know
anybody as could keep that bar out O. Cubs
hands as we'll as Jim could. But we've got
his dogs, an here's fellers as has come to
help us save the bar, though they hain't
never experienced bar yit. But they're
jist sp'lin' to git whack at one.''
'That's jist what we be-" exclaimed one
A. I:1-
git at him tonight
''You kin see him jst as we'll by day
light" said Abel. $50 we'll bunk in an
wait till mornn'."
Early the next morning the old woodsman
sent the dogs into the laurel patch, having
stationed US in various positions around the
big thicket The dogs worked about the
swamp for nearly an hour before they routed
up the bear. Then. there was sudden
burst of yelps and growls, and loud snap
ping of savage jaws. The laurels crashed
and swayed. The bear had been started,
and, contrary to the expectations Of old
crash! snap snarl! yelp! growl! Away
toward the edge of the laurels dogs and
bear tumbled and fought. Abel himself
was on one side of the patch, long dis
tance from where the bear was making a
break to escape from the tangle of laurels.
The Bear Just Walked Right Past.
He ran toward the sDot as fast as he
could. He had stationed there two of the
ardent "iellers" he had brought from Jim
Souser's camp, but he wanted to be there
himself When he reached the spot all was
quiet. One of the hunters was leaning
against tree. He was as white as sheet
He was Dan Space, the hunter who had
wanted to start right in after the bear with
out waiting for morning
"Where's the b'ar?" exclaimed Abel
"Didn't see no b'arl' replied Dan, his
teeth chattering.
The bear had come out not 20 feet from
him. It had crossed the creek and gone on
north
'That bar most run over you," by Jun
iperr" cried Abel, ''an' you've stood bv an
made present of it to Cub Corners, std O.
film it with lead?'
But the dogs were on the trail and led
by Abel, We followed, in the hope of still
saving the bear from Cub Conners. All
but Dan Srace. Abel told him his eyesight