The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1895-05-24

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mowt say, just about 'midships He
ketched it with them horns. zip! an
the wolf was laid open like We mowt
cut a watermelon, half an half
Il 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 it 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' 1 found seven dead
wolves strewed in the yard an outside
the fence. Mother mornin' 1 found
nine, an they was ripped an stomped
uncommon awful! AFTER that, wolves
give that clearin' O. mine the go-by. I
tell We, an was sorry, fer the steer
jist pinned an pinned, 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 I never heerd O. him nor
the wolf ag'in.
Zone night woke up, down yonder
on the clearin, an heered my two pigs
a squealin', an my cow an the oxen
bel1erin' an thumpin' in the barn like
as if they'd kick it down.
"'Susan,' says to the old woman,
/ sthoSe % 49,
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
so 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 1 trotted over
to'ard the pig pen I see what the
trouble was. Two big bears was in the
pen workin' their very pootiest to hist
one O my pigs out over the side O the
pen, which was only sort of square
concern, laid up with logs four foot
high.
Pork is pork says 4 hain't ben
a-feedin' them pigs up to this notch O.
heft for bears to come in an lug off, /
| says.
80 run back to the cabin an got
my gun. If the gun had had sumpin'
in it with more business to it 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, l
dunno know how things would come
out. When l run back fer the gun, l
says:
Susan says l. bears. They'm
tallin away our pork"
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 a double
bitted AK, an hollerin' fer me to come
on with the gun rushed ont to hev a
little argument with them bears.
1.-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 ben
leetle upset, for instead o borin' hole
clean through the bears head only
jis 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 a
word. But to hev his usefulness
knocked inter a cooked hat by the
BLOWN 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 abriel blows.
''Cause thought my time had come
"'Yeu see me at breakfast" saws
Susan. an she 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 it's 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 poorly ticklish quar-
tiers, an was so dumfuddled that. l |
guess I'd squatted right down an let
the bear chaw me up, but Susan was
there.
Job, 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 an
scrape! He was bound to git in an
hev it out with US. l jist wilted down
an bellered. 1 say it now. That's
what done. But Susan! 1 had KEEP
holt O. the gun. an she grabbed it an
loaded it. The bear was bangin' an
howlin' at the door. When she had
loaded the gun Susan flung the door
Open