Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1895-04-04

didn't wait fer II 10 land ap'in. brt
turned an went fer the wolf that was
comm fer me. With beller We could
heerd fer miled that steer made
plunge. He ketched that wolf, as We
mowt say, just about 'midships lie
ketched 1t with them horns, zip! an
the wolf was laid open like We mowt
cut watermelon, half an half
u want well fer month arter that.
but the steer didn't seem to mind the
scrimmage bit. 1t seemed to wake
him up to an idee that life had sumpin'
in 1t that he hadn't knowed afore. He
wouldn't stan it no more to be shet up
in his shed, but was bound to be left
out in the yard. So let him have his
way. One mornin' found seven dead
wolves strewed in the yard an outside
the fence. Mother mornin' found
nine, an they was ripped an stomped
uncommon awful Arter that, wolves
give that clearin' O. mine the go-by,
tell ye, an | was sorry, fer the steer
list pined an pined, an one night
jumped the fence an went away.
couldn't find him to git him back, but
] heerd on him now an then. He was
spendin' his time in the woods huntin'
wolves, an when the last wolf that
was left in the Injin creek deestric' got
lonesome an dug out to'ards the set
tin sun, think that steer follered his
trail, cause l never heerd O. him nor
the wolf ag'in.
"One night woke up, down yonder
on the clearin, an heered my two pigs
squealin', an my COW an the oxen
beDerin' an thumpin'in the barn like
as If they'd kick it down.
Susan says to the old woman,
'tha's most onheerd of rumpus goin'
on out there among the Critters says.
"'Seems SO, Job, says she. Cit up
she says, an go see what's a-stirrin' of
'em up
$50 got up an slid my clothes on,
an hustled out to see what the fuss
was all about. The moon was shinin'
most like day, an as l trotted over
toard the pig pen see what the
trouble was. Two big bears was in the
pen worlSin' their very pootiest to hist
one O. my pigs out over the side O. the
pen, which was only sort of a square
concern, laid up with logs four foot
high.
Pork is porkp says. 4 hain't ben
a-feedin' them pigs up to this notch O.
heft for bears to come in an lug off,
says.
$50 run hack To the cabin an got
my gun. If the gun had had sumpin'
in 1t with more business to 1t than pi-
geon shot, the hull trouble would ben
settled consarned quick. Pigeon shot
was all it had in, though, an if Susan
herself hadn't been loaded fer bear,
dunno know how things would come
out. When l run back fer the gun,
says:
Susan says l, 'bears They'm
takin' away our pork!'
d" BE they?' says Susan, gittin' up an
griffin her teeth. Most astoundin'
woman, Susan was. BE they? says
she. Well see about that'
"Susan didn't even stop to put her
stockin's on. She grabbed double
bitted AK, an hollerin' fer me to come
on with the gun rushed out TO hev o
little argument with them bears.
"The bears was still strugglin' to git
the squealin' pig over the fence, an the
cattle was thumpin' an kickin' an bel
lerin', sympathizin' with the pigs, an
tryin' to skeer the bears away. Me an
Susan got to the pen, an rested my
gun on the top log O. the fence an
blazed away. The end O. the gun bar'l
want two feet away from one O. the
bears, but my nerves must q ben
leetle upset, for instead O. borin' hole
clean through the bears head | only
jis t shot away his fore paw. That was
sumpin' the bear wouldn't stand with
out findin fault. If I'd a-bored hole
through his head he wouldn't said
word. But to hev his usefulness
knocked inter cooked hat by the
blowin off O. one O his paws was too
much, an he lifted up his voice an
made the woods ring and my hair raise
at the same time. An he come fer me.
So did t'other bear.
'Good-by, Susan says l. I'll see
you ag'in when Gabriel blows
"Cause thought my time had come.
"'Yell sec me at breakfastr says
Susan, an che riz her AK an sunk it
clean to the handle in the well bears
brain. The bear dropped back into
the pen an never said another word,
but the ak was sot SO deep in its head
that Susan couldn't yank it out, an as
the bear fell back it wrenched the han.
die outen her hands. The wounded
bear came right on. My gun didn't
hev no load in it, an Susan's weepon
bein' stuck in t'other bears head inside
the pen, we was in pooty ticklish quar-
ters, an was SO dumfuddled that
guess I'd squatted right down an let
the bear chaw me up, but Susan wal
there.
"tJob,' says she, 'scoot!
"An' / scooted an she scooted. We
scooted fer the house, the darn ugly
bear limpin' arter us on three feet We
got in the house jist in time to shet the
door in the bears face. Great Jem,
ina! how he did howl an roar AM
scrapel He was bound to git in an
hev it out with us. jist wilted down
an bellered. l say it now. That's
what done. But Susan! / had KEEP
holt O. the gun. an she grabbed 1t an
loaded it. The bear was bangin an
howlin' at the door. When she had
loaded the gun Susan flung the door
open. :,
"Come inr says she. This is cold
night! wouldn't hev ye stay out
there an suffer, not fer double-geared
sawmillP says she.
"The bear come bouncin' in on three
feet, an his mouth wide open. Susan
list socked the muzzle O. the gun ag'in
the bears upper jaw an whanged
J. nlo 4o,~ ~ h;c haad flew off