Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1898-03-03

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base of the cliff was a large opening
that looked like cave. In front of
this, on. projecting shelf, or thresh-
old of rock, stood old Dan, barking
Justify.
"Hurrah!" cried Fred. ''That's
where the BEARS gone! Old Dan says
les in there. But it's hard place to
get at the rascal, isn't it %
It certainly did seem 50. The bank
was steep and entirely bare of trees. 1t
was covered with glistening sheet of
snow; and we all wondered how the
bear could have climbed up to his den,
carrying sheep in his mouth. -.
We stood watching the cave for half
an hour or more. Old Dan got tired
barking at last, and whistle from Fred
brought him down to us. Still the bear
did not see fit to show himself, and,
anxious though we were to get shot
at him, none of us felt like climbing
the bank to toll the old fellow out.
Finally a brilliant idea seemed to
strike Fred, and he began all of sud-
den to bleat like lamb. Fred was an
excellent mimic, and the bleating was
wonderfully true to life, plaintive, and
with that indescribable quaver in the
long-drawn ma-a-a that is character
istic of a young, unWeaned lamb. In
less than two minutes out came Bruin
on his shelf of rock and began to sniff
the air, moving his head from side to
side, in a curious wagging manner.
But he did not offer to come down the
bank. ..
ooh, if we only had rifles instead of
shotguns," exclaimed Charley, chow
we could riddle him! But even with
buckshot our guns won't carry that dis
1ance to kill
After shifting the air for a few mo-
ments, and seeing nothing of the tender
lamb which he expected to find right
at his doorway, Bruin returned into the
cave.
There are only two ways of getting
that bear" said Charley. eve must
either bring him down to us, or else we
must go up to him. At any distance
beyond 30 yards it would be useless to
fire at him with those shotguns.''
"Well, don't propose to be the one
to climb up and tackle him on that
shelf of rock" said I.
Nor l." echoed Fred.
'Well, I don't either," said Charley.
Therefore, the only thing to do is to
bring him down to u.s."
''How can we do it?" asked Fred and
I, in brea th.
"Well, boys" replied Charley, 81
have a plan. It may be foolish and
very likely won't work; but certainly
it will do no harm to try it. Fred's
toboggan, here, is a good, wide, strong
one. Now, I propose that one of us
climb up there with it, shove it up, tall
end foremost, on to the shelf of rock
and leave it there, with the front end
hanging over the snowbank. Then
Fred can bleat again and bring the bear
out. If he should step on the tobog-
gan and go to nosing it, and should get
little further forward than tie
balancing -point-Whish, don't you see,
the thing would tip up and plunge for
ward, and bring Mr.. Bear coasting
down that snowbank faster than he
ever went before in his life?"
'Hurrah!" cried Fred and I, in
chorus. 1T might work-of course ii
might! And if it did, we could zh ooi
the old fellow at the foot of the hill,
before he got the snow out of his eyes,
''But who'll go up with ths ,o5og.
gan?" asked Fred. II want to save my
wind for bleating."
"And I want to have my nerves
steady enough to aim this big ten-bore
gun of father's,'' said I.
"Humph! I'll go up with the tobog-
gan!:"' cried Charley. 'ss' 'The bear isn't
likely to come out until Fred bleats,
anyway, and, then I'll be down the hill
again. You fellows keep the dog back
and don't make any more noise than
you can help. @a If @'@
Fred and 1 heaved a sigh of relief as
Charley took hold of the toboggan
rope, and began slowly to ,"sidle'' his
way up the steep snowbank. 1t was "a
long and difficult climb, and our adyen-
turous companion had to stop and rest
a good many times before he came up
abreast of the shelf of rock in front Of
the cave. ~ 4 7 % ri %# ~#8R@ + !.
=, 1t was critical and exciting m ONE Mt !,
as he lifted the toboggan and began to
slide it gently. up on the ledge. Our
hearts ssbeat fRst, and we were full Of
silent admiration of our chum's brav-5
cry. !
The feat was accomplished, however,
without interruption on Bruins part,
and Charley came plunging down to US
again, with a look of pardonable tri-
umphs on his flushed face. Nov,
Fred, you bleat!" he said, as he reached
1.-The foot Of the incline, and turned to