The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-23
HIS EAR sMAarsD POWERFUL.
BOW Farmer Jennings Ear Warned
Him OF Bear and the Result.


From the Netg York sun.
CLYDE Hull, Pa, June 1l.-''Ny right
ear is smartin' like all possessed agfn, +" said
Farmer George Fleming OF this place, ''an'
so I'll take my gun with me out TO the back
brush lot, for always see bear or a wild
cat or coon or fox or a squirrel or sum
pm o that sort when my right ear smar g
this way"
Then the farmer told about the two bears,
tne three wild cats and the half dozen foxes
he has killed during the past ten years.
An I'd never killed one of 'eul, l." he said,
IL 1t hadn't been fer that right ear O. mine
warnin' me by smartn' They can't get
away from that ear. It's sure sign
80 Farmer Fleming took his gun, which
only has one barrel, and some powder. some
ouokshot, some duckshot, seine birdshot
and some hne shot.
u can't kill bear with fine shot" he said.
an don't want to tear squirrel or a rab-
DIT all to pieces with buckshot An then If
It's Wild duck or a crow, Pm fixed fer
them think it's bear, though, the way
that right ear O. mine does everlastingiy
smart
Then he went away of toward the back
orusn lot. An hour or so later a shot was
heard coming family from that direction.
FATHERS smartin' ear hain't fooled him
It
as she said atterward when telling about it.
Hes tetchin' sumpin down, sure.n
In the course OF few minutes there was
another shot; then, after another interval a
third shot, and then q fourth, after which
there waA silence
Father must "a run agin a hull school
o sumpin'," remarked the farmers wife.
His right ear must "a ben smartin' I'M
common powerful this time"
An hour naSSad avvau aDd % - =
more shots came from the back brush lot.
II was just on the pint O. sayin that I
guessed father had laid 'em all out, saws
the farmers wife, IAN was sort o. regrettin'
OF 1t, fesrin' that he was stockin' us with
too much meat, an it'd more'n likely spile.
when looked out an seen some one a
lImpln' along to'ards the house as if he was
powerful tired. His clothes was all tore
TO tatters 30, and Nhe looked SO kind
O. mussy that l thought he was a pesky
tramp, an l went in an got the hot water
kettle. SOS to be ready for him If he gimme
any O. his nonsense. He had one hand
clapped up TO the side of his head, an |
never seen till he got most up to the door
that IL wasn't no tramp at all, but that it
was father, AN all | could say was. La
suZz, George Flemin'! What struck youp'
That's who 1t was-Farmer Fleming. He
stopped at the kitchen door and sank down
on the step.
"lm Twin, mother" he said, but that
sure-pop smartin' ear o. mine was leetle
TOO smart this time, an guess it's disfig-
ured some"
The farmer took his hand away from the
side Of his head, aud the ear he had been
propplng up Topped Down pretty near to
his shoulder. 1t retained its hold on his
head by the simple tenure Of a trihing strip
of skin.
why. your ear is OFF, exclaimed the
farmers wife.
81 was thiukin' mebby it was as was
| comm ill.," said the farmer. Guess you
better shore it up little, mother, till ye
kin slip down an git the doctor"
So the farmers wife bound the ear in Its
place and hurried over to the village for the
doctor, who lost no time in coming and do
ing the best for the badly split member
Then the farmer explained matters.
when got over TO the brush lot seen
hawk, an chucked In load O. duckshot
| Fore could get whang at him he flew
out o. range, an along came a red squirrel
wormed the ducksho5 out o. the gun an
| rammed down load Of fine shot, but the
| squirrel got away. Then seen q fox hide
in brush pile, an | wormed the fine shot
| out o. the gun an put back the duckshot
Just as l was eoin' to let the fox have it he
dove out o. sight somewhere, an while was
| looKin' for hun up popped a gray squire
| into tree. | twisted the duckshot Out
agin an rammed in the fine shot, but wher
kim to look for the squirrel he was gone
All the time that right ear o. mine KEEP
a-smartln' worse an worse, an | know'd
sumpin' was bound to drep fore 1 went
home.
while l was peekia' around for the
squirrel heerd noise, an turnin' round ]
seen bear about five rod away. never
stopped to think that only had fine shot in
my gun, but up an biz zed away. The fine
shot just peppered the bear enough to make
him mad, an he come a-rippin' to'ards me
like bresh fire. l run round an round q
big tree, loadin' as l run, but what did dc
but ketch up bird shot an put it in the gun
l was SO kinder ruffled up. / whanged the
bird shot at the bear, but, o. course, that
didn't stop hin. | KEEP on runnin' an
loadin.' l was SO consumed excited that
l git holt o. the duckshot Std o. the
buckshot. But the duckshot made the
| oil bear wink like barn owl. Still
he KEEP right on after me, an this time
got the buckshot, 1 let him hev nine o
them, an be dropped: hadn't stop run
min yet, an i stubbed my toe an tumbled
fiat Fore l could git up the bear had got
up, and pitched on to me like ton o. hay
fallin' on me. don't know exactly how the
| bear managed to do it so quick, but be
| clawed me from head to heels like a dog dig.
ging' for ground hog, and all of sudden
my ear quit a-smartin', That sort O. reused
me to, an felt up for my ear, an it wasn't
there. l felt around a little, an By an by
found it hangin' down on my shoulder.
didn't see the bear do it. but I'd be willln tc
swear that he clawed that ear off. He found
out some way that the ear was in the habit
| o warnin' we when there was goin' to be
bear or sumpin' back there in the brush lot
an he jest clawed it off the best he could
| He's up there now, deader than a stone"
This was ten days ago, and Farmer Flem-
ing's ear has resumed quite pleasant rela-
| tions with his head again.
1T hain't knittin' on quite as perpendic-
liar an clus to the hide as it was before il
was olutched," the farmer says, "but It'll
do better than no ear at alt I dunno
whether its power o warnin' me o. bear has
ben knocked out of it or not, but if it hain't,
an the ear takes to warnin' me sg'in, why
I'll jist let 1t warn"