The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1895-02-07
BRUlN WAS AFTER HIM.
The Strength of the Imagination Proved
by This Mans Story.


by This Mans Story.
Talking about tho strength of
PERSONS imagination when he is
scared" said Sinnemahoning citi-
zen, although nobody had been talk
ing on the subject, 81 knows some
body who had al experience once
that showed how powerful man
can imagine under such circum-
stances. That somebody vas me.
An old she bear and her cubs had
been hanging around my place down
on the Sinnemahone, and one day
made up my MIND to go out and
put them out of the way before they
got into somebody's trap or other.
went out, and three miles up the
creek came to couple of cubs asleep
in pile of dead leaves. I shot 'em
both and was looking their fat car
casses over when I heard q great
swapping and cracking of brush off
ito my right, and the next minute
out of the scrub bounded q tremen-
dous big bear. I knew at once this
was the mother Of the cubs, because
she wouldn't have come at me that
way if she hadn't been. I only had
time to put two bullets in the bear,
ed as they didn't stop her I dug for
tree and Skinned up it only too
quick. But the savage old bear fol-
lowed me right up the tree and was
chasing me right toward the top
when branch Twas just more than
reaching for broke, and down I went.
] passed so close to the bear as
went down that she made grab for
me with one fore paw and took from
me the best part of my clothes.
lit at the bottom of the tree in q pile
of leaves and didn't hurt myself.
just gave one look up and saw the
bear coming down on the tumble,
just as | had come down. I didn t
wait for any more, but struck for
home through the scrub oaks as
tight as my legs could carry me.
"Crishy- te-crash through the
brush, right at my heels, 1 could
hear that bear on nay trail. I dug my
toe nails in the ground, and how
did put on steam to get out of them
woods! But, no matter how fast
ran, right behind me l could hear
that bear scrambling after me, snap
ping and snarling. was finally on
the point of giving up the race and
doing my best in q tussle with the
bear when l came out on Pete Ware,
who was hunting along there.
Shoot her, Pete, Il yelled. Shoot
her and make sure shot, for in ter
secondsInore shell have her clutches
ON me if you don'tr
/ "'Shoot what?' Pete yells back
Il don't see nothin to shootv
Just then I stubbed my toe ant
tell. l hadn't dared to take the time
| TO look behind me before that, bu
! las tumbled gave ONO look ove1
my shoulder, expecting that it would
be my last look anywhere. The bea,
r wasn't behind me-
4 Where is she?' says to Pete a
1 soon as ! could catch my wind.
4 a" Where's who?' says Pete.
4 1.-The bear' says I.
4 " i hahn t seen no bear!' says Pete
She hain't been more than on
| jump behind me for something lik
three nailes!' says I. Why, I coul(
/ feel her breath when I hollered t,
you to shoot herr
4 Pete looked at me as if he wa:
| scared, and I told him to come will
his gun and take my back track, anC
I'd show him. We went back ovel
the whole of the three miles hat
raced through the scrub oaks, aft
what do you think? There laid the
old bear at the foot of the tree
| deader than stone! She hadn't tax
en- step on my track, because both
of my bullets had hit her vitals, and
when she came tumbling out of the
tree she came down dead. But no.
body was ever chased by bear to
greater perfection than I was chased
by that bear over those three miles
of scrub oak barren. But, then, I've
got q particularly active magma
ton, said the man from the SHINE
mahoning, and no ono disputed him.
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