The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1898-01-27

| him an the rumpus Samantha was MAX
in on the milk pan, that bear 'peared to
me to be havin' wagon loads O. fun,
the way he danced an grinned, but he
got tired of it by an by, an, piclin' up
that beeskip under one arm, away he
went with it on the double-quick lords
the turnip patch yender. My wife's the
| fur-seein'est woman there is in all the
borderin' counties, an she says:
'"Pimley," she says, 1--WE won't have
no honey for our buckwhit cakes this
winter" she says.
81 knowed in my heart Samantha was
right, but, bein' the oncommittin'est
man myself there is 'twiXt Dutch Forks
an Biler's Crossin', l says:
Samantha" says, mot bein' per-
sonally acquainted with bear an their
natur', can't say" says.
''But the bear KEEP right on, an me
an Samantha follered him, serenadin'
him with the milk pan an chuckin'
stones at him. Wen he got TO the place
in the field yender that you kin see if
yous stand on the fence the bear stopped.
He sot down, an with a swat an
swoop he scattered that beeskip to the
winds an then scooped up the honey
an went on his way eatin' of it an
smackin' his lips till he got into the
woods down yender, an we lost him.
My wife's the philosophizinest woman
that ever see the sun git up. An she
says:
'"Rmley," she says, eff we can't
have honey for our buckwhit cakes we
kin have lasses," she says.
(which there wasn't no denyin' of,
an bein' the agreein'est man myself
that ever voted for the last man that
asked him, l says:
1850 we kin, Samantha" l says.
$50 we kim"
| Samantha went back to her house
work, an I mogged for the buckwhit
| field. Next day at dinner time | was
washin' up an Benny he came in from
school. Benny bein' the snitfin' est an
nose-wipin' est boy that ever 'peared to
| think that sleeves must been made be-
fore han'kerchiefs, it was quite a spell
fore he got out what he had to say, but
when he did git it out it was this:
"'"Pap," says he, "the bears come
back, an is playin' mumble-je-p with
| the turnips."
CT looked out o. the door, an sure
enough. there was the bear down in the
| turnip fed yender, not fur from where
he had harvested our honey crop, pull
in up turnips, eatin' some, skitterin'
more around the field, but always pull
| in up fresh lot, till | see that if he
wasn't fetched up in his career toPable
sudden I'VE wouldn't have no more tur-
nips for winterin' over on than we had
| honey fer buckwhit cakes. | hollered
| for Samantha. an she bein' the sot-
| finest in her way woman there is 'twiXt
| the West Branch and Huckleberry Hill,
grabbed the milk pan an the later
masher. an hollerin' fer me to git the
ak, an for Benny TO run to Howser's.
down yender fer a gun, she dashed
lords the turnip field, soundin' the milk
pan enough to set circ'lar sawmill
hand def. I grabbed the ak, an Ben.
| ny run to Howser's. The bear didn't
pear as if he seen us marchin' on him
in battle array at all, an KEEP on pullin'
mp an chuckin' down turnips as if they
want part O the mainstay O. life in
these parts o the hemlock belt. We got
as nigh as a couple O. rod of him, when
he riz up with a snort that skeert Sa
mantha so that she dropped the milk
pan, an me so I dropped the AK, an
both of us so that we turned tail an dug
for the house.
"'We got there, shet ourselves in, an
looked back out o. the winder. The
bear had stopped where the milk pan
laid. He pranced round it an round
it, like an Injun dancin' his war dance.
Then he turned it bottom up, an
dropped kerchunk down on it with
both fore feet. Then he picked it up,
an Samantha didn't need to be the fur
seein'est woman 'twiXt the two rivers
to see that it wouldn't never be worth
a cent for holdin' milk ag'in.
THAT pan seemed to tickle the bear
more than the beeskip had. He tossed
il, an he kicked it, an he jumped on it
till it had more corners on it than
there's prckers on chestnut burr.
When he couldn't hammer no more
kinks in it he left it, an staggered
straight for the house. When Saman-
tina breathes hard she never says much.
but she mp an does. 1 had heerd her
breathe hard, an knowed her TO up an
do lots O. times, but never heerd her
breathin' have quite setch an edge on
it as it had as she seen that milk pan o.
hern bein' trified with by that bear, an
the bear then a comm to the house
lookin' for more fun. The bar come up
and stuck his nose ag'in the winder an
snorted at us. Samantha had dipper
O. soft soap standin' on the bench. She
took it up. She riz the winder, an
fore the bear got over his s'prise she
slashed that soap plumb in his face.
He tumbled back an he yooped an he
hollered. He couldn't see which way
to go, an he jest rolled and howled.
Jest what would "a come to that bear
at the hands O. Samantha, for she was
breathin' harder'n ever, if Benny hadn't
got back Jest then with Howscr an his
gun, never kin begin to tell. Howser
put buEet in the bear, an he won't
never have no more fun with nobody.
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