The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-07-29

40 any snOotlll mySclI. flnu the Dear,
an III do the rest he said.
THE. next morning the dog-goned
idiot woke me up at three o'clock and
told me to get n move on me, as bears
were uncommon early risers an would
be a-nosin' around for their breakfast
long before sunrise, an he wanted to
kill his bear and be back in New York
in time to get his story i'm the paper
that night. never saw Teller so all
fired hot for bear as he was.
"Well, we had our eat an were ready
to start by four o'clock.
"'Iou might leave your gun here, he
said as he saw me pick up my rifle.
I'm to do all the shootin', you know.
"'Well, | won't | replied, shortly.
Where | goes in the woods, my gun
goes
90 he said, you needn't be afraid.
| | could pump a bear as full of holes as
Il sieve with this here gun of mine be-
fore he could touch you. The magazine
| holds is Shots an he smiled.
'Goldarn your old pump, says
back. When | shoots bear | shoots
| I
into them. was considerable riled;
but | didn't say more, because | had in
mind that old she bear, an knowed
enough about bear nature and man ma
| ture to know there'd be trouble when
them two collided.
1T was a beautiful mornin'. The air
smelled sweet an fresh, with just a
| mir in NJ ha nj "a =
clear as whistle. ] felt sure | could
walk right on to the old bear, nestlin'
| down under the roots of Il great tree,
which the wind had blown down, an
where she had been keepin' house for
the last month. AS we went deeper into
| the woods, an the rocks an the trees
an all began to look more wild like,
| could see Mr.. Reporter was beginnln'
to get nervous, an the way he kept
fingerin the trigger of his gun made
me mighty careful how | walked in
| front of him.
We'll, after about an hours hard
tramp we, came TO the spot where the
| bear ought to be. 1t was wild-looll!n'
| place, DOM in deep gully, all over
| grown with great trees and thick with
underbrush. told Mr.. Reporter that !
reckoned we were near bear. He
cooked his rifle an began to look scarf;
but. with a desperate show of courage,
he again cautioned me not TO do any
shootin. When we We're within about
two rods of the fallen tree, an where |
could look into the hole under the roots,
| stopped AN picked up n great stone. .
Get ready says |.
Where Where. an he looked
wildly around.
There an hurled the great stone
with all my strength right into the
hole.
'Jiminey! You oughter see that bear
come nyin' out Of that hole an make
straight for the reporter. She was
growln' like thunderstorm. an her
hair stood on end all over her body, SO
that she looked as big as an OK.
MIR. Reporter threw his rifle wildly
to his shoulder and fired. AS luck
would have it, the ball struck the bear
somewhere in the side an made her
madden than ever For one desperate
moment Mr.. Reporter tried to pump
| her full of holes, but he was so flustered
an scarf that he couldn't make the
blamed old pump work. The bear
reared up on her hind legs right in
front of him. Icould see his face grow
white as milk, an then, with n mad yell
of terror. he flung the rife at her head
an bolted for n tree. The condemned
idiot didn't know enough to climb Il
small tree. but scrambled up the trunk
of great oak what the bear could
climb as quick as he could. The bear
wasn't more'n ten feet behind him, an
growln' an gnashin' her long, white
teeth awful to hear. She went up the
tree so quick that the reporter didn't
care to climb up high. but crawled out
on a great limb. thinkin' that the bear
would fear to follow. When the bear
came to the limb she paused an began
to growl more terrible than ever. Mr..
| Reporter sat straddle of the limb,
a-holdiu' on with both hands. an swore
at the bear. He was that scarf he had
plum forgot all about the big horse
pistol an knife he had i'm his belt. The
bear began cautiously to creep out on
|
".Shoot her! Shoot her! For Gods
sake, shoot her quick" yelled the re-
porter, hitchin' back further an further
on the limb.
"'I'm not to do any shootin', you
know | says back. You're to kill the
bear. You was a-gon' to pump her full
of holes
"The reporter did some more swear
| in'.-
The bear kept crawln' nearer an
nearer. an the reporter kept hitchin'
back further an further. an swearin'
harder an harder. The limb began to
bend an to shake. an all of II sudden
the reporter lost his balance an went
down. but he held on to the limb with
both hands. The jar jumblcd the bear
off, but she. too, caught the limb with
her fore paws, an there they hung, a
facin' each other an kickin' not more'n
six feet apart. Neither could get back
on the limb, because when the bear
would try to swing her body up the
man would kick her in the stomach
and knock her back, an when the re-