The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-02-14
Mns. FLICK KILLS TWo BEARA
A wo.ss's v~e.xesHee Upe. the Thief
That stole Her Bsrkshirs 6hoaG.

A wo.s.'s vs.xe..es Upe. the Thiei
That stole Her Berkshire shoaG
wnLIAhsPoRr. Pa. Feb. 13.-Mrs. Hottie
Flick is . widow who lives we'll mp toward tho
head Of Youngwoman's Creek. on one of the
paths travelled chiefly by woodsmen going from
one logging camp to another. Her little story
and-a-half frame house Is . stopping place
for tho hungry lumbermen. In summer she
has for sale n kind Of small beer that she
brews from hcmlock. and with this she serves
great slices Of gingerbread combination that
the Black Forest woodsman dotcs upon. At this
time of the year. when her little house Is half
covered with snow and the pretty cascade In
the creek near by looks like q gigantic icicle. the
tired woodsmcn will ind strong. black coffee
and corn bread provided for them. About three
weeks ago, however. she had q roast Of bear
meat done to . turn when q half dozen red
shirted fellows stopped on their way down from
tho forest to North Bend. What was more, $40
had shot the bear herself. Besides tho boar
meat sho had mashed potatoes and roasted
chestnuts. The only trouble with tho din aer
was that IL didn't 60 round. for the hungry
woodsmen ate It all in q Jify and thon fol to
on the ordinary corn bread, molasses. aud coffee.
While they dlned Mrs. Flick told tho story Of
bruins downfall.
Mrs. Flick generally has ut least four hogs to
butcher In the fall OF the year. and these have
no sooner been killed than she has . quartet OF
shoats in tho pen In their place. Her little
house Is in the midst OF . good %nutting country.
aud her hogs grow fat without tho expenditure
of money for the purchase OF corn. Soon after
this years butchering Mrs. Flick got four young
shoats from q farmer some eight or ten miles
west of her place. Tho youngsters were wild
and frisky. and kept Mrs. Flick patching up
their pen every day. Ono of the quartet was
a Berkshire-a black fellow with great power
of mischief making.
One night. about thrco weeks ago. Mrs. Flick
was awakened by q commotion out ut her pig
pen. One Of the shoats was squealing for all he
was worth. aud she could tell by his high treble
voice that It was tho black Berkshire. Mrs.
Flick is probably SO years of age. She can
. .Ss wo sHGnsa' h aver lived ' IN t Ss, a to Sowssa
RR's%SsrSa s tho pig .0F .qas S a s sss con Mnia 's ss
once, that q black bear had paid tho sty
She sS.'daii d mt s .ae 10 n arsw On 70 h.. rescue S4e.a he Sn por .iin
pink her feet into her brogans she grasped tho
riiis from It's pegs above the fireplace and hur-
her Berkshiro's voice was growing fainter and
fainter. and she know the little follow was being
that The Ios pom had been torn down as neatly as
though she herself had lifted on log after log and
n i1.a THEN ssrS down SaG "a ,s' s 'sSssh.r rf is 'I ,Ss T iI9iis
black fellow wa, missing. BY this time she
tarsd shost, and she ,coneiuaed that the the bear
had the breath Rugged out Of him. She could
repaired the pigpsn. aud went back TO bed.
The next morning at daybreak she started to
of staying on his trail ali day, II necessary. For.
tunately for her. there was considerable pnow
S Ss. sHs t grSa.d mi npd s ,Ss was ssc cH ala to Dn tax. up the
Dog Rover with her, thinking that he might
drive the bear out OF her reach. She had not
snow where tho bear had laid the shoat down.
There was no indication OF n struggle. so she
that point 10 the bears Journey toward his head.
She hurried on toward q ledge Of
ro xrr, thss , sS.r. sh up . sns sS, pr ,s. sl.s goo =; ,ss
four feet 10, the cave took a downward curve.
strategy in order to get the old bear out. for she
wasn't going to risk crawling in after him. She
after hi, meal of tender pork; but then
you can't tel much about bears. Some.
their .%etisity. fHdniH " a ar only und dea' tho TO
nam ths sassfaStion OF seeing a good volume of
s srain, had "a i hidden SHs OF Then isS , ES,' ws sS's we sSs
the hole under the rock. She had not fanS to
walt, either. for soon n peak ed -nosed head and
d & Si's q. 0F' fSs eyes eyes w caught fsra .IrS but Of int M tne
Flick about as quickly as she liked hers
on the bear. Bruin shambled out for
full his longth, then suddenly halted.
sat up on his haunnhes and showed two rows OF
Rlistening teeth. That was Mrs. Flick's time to
shoot, and shoot she did. taking brnin lust he.
low the foreleg. The ball failed to drop him.
and the next instant the big bear. his Jaws wide
open. made a rush for the woman, She stood
her ground, and before tho old fellew got far
she plugged another bullet into him. Tho bear
fell In his tracks and rolled over with a cry.
Just then Mrs. Flick's attention was attracted
To- the hole In tho rocks again. and there, at the
edge, or the cave. peering wondeIingly about.
stood a yearling cub that, like his parent. had
been smoked out Of his lair. Mrs. Flick was
not long In finishing the roungster, and, having
shoat had been amply repaid. She
went to the house after an axe, and with this
nut a small hemlock sprout. bushy at the ton.
Rolling the bears on this. she dragged her game
home. She thinks that for u hunt before break
she did pretty well for a woman.