Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1901-06-20

little too loo 20 let him throueb.
and Moore was all s'IsrIsd M ii 4
lot Of soodbine an vine maple.
when the fox terrier denly turn.
ed mp. Il made bin - mad to see
the bear mussin' t. "a hs liked
to sleep On that be er1btsd him BY
the hind leg. tn e>r vhesled
like cyclone. but the dor h,d been
raised on rattlesnakee and by the
time the sharp claws of che bear
came whizzin' for his ear be vss .
yard Or mors beck oat aI ths wsy.
The suoosssof shis mossss = dsvsIopsd
spunk % fast in the dog that in
stead ofr1Rnin' be stood bis ground
and onlyssfew feet away barked at
the bear as savage a. IL he was .
doin' oil the huntin'.
"By the light Of the fiickerin'
fire ] could see the blazin' eyes and
giitterin' teeth Of the Iittle cuss
lookin' 90 bright with spank con-
clnded that il | was on the other
side OF the big log was trying to
get over, the dog would never let
the bear get over it. So opened
fire on him again. Rnt IL the ball
ever hit him he didn't know it, for
without stumblin' or bawlin' he
struck out for the fash Of my rifle
at q pace % lively as any he had
yet shown. Then there was O swow
-wow-wow' from the dog, and
that suddenly stopped and the bear
wheeled with . wipe Of his big paw
that swung him half round with its
force, But there was nothin' IN
the way, for the dog was too quick
again. But he wasn'tquick enough
to see q big hole in the ground BY q
burnt ont stump, and in second
there come ont Of the hole q string
Of trills that would have made o
fortune for Q singer of jsckassic
music at q modern concert. It
must have scared the bear, for in.
stead Of reachin' into the hole for
the music box he come for me
Eastern ever.
"By this time we were 90 far
from the.fire that the blackness of
the night was thick enough to stop
= dsrky funeral, but I was splistin'
it in great shape when the fiash of
q rifle from one Of my pardners lit
mp the dark trunks Of the big
cedars in Q way that didn't need no
bearto makeit impressive. Another
one followed il, bat the bear vas
there to carry ont his part of the
and kept right for me.
Emptyin' Q rifle was easy enough,
bat hittin' was quite another mat.
ter, for the bear was jumpin' logs
to beat any hurdle racer you ever
see. You could only see him
when he vas goin' over o log, and
by the time you pull your trigger
ne was ont of sight again below.
But suddenly Moore fred o shot
that made the bear ontbawl q bronco
bull, and made him tumble sum-
merset over Q log. But O bear
never cares which end he lands on,
and in the jerk Of Q trigger he was
under full sail again and steerin'
straight for my port.
''Just a. it begun to look like he
was a-goin' to make the anchorage
oil right o strip Of white split the
night with spiteful swow-wow-
VOW and the bear wheeled and
made Q whack at somethin' i'm his
rear. The bavlin' Of the bear
from that last shot must hare in
spired the terrier again, aud he
lodged back 90 slick that the bear
almost tumbled over from hittin'
nothin' but air. thought this a
good show TO get in q shot that
would finish him, but the immeiet
result was TO make me conclude the
dog needed Q larger feld for the
full use Of his talents. The way /
rolled under big log abont twenty
yards further on that looked TOO
big for the bear to climb, With the
openin' below too small for him to
70 through. would have made them
fellers mighty sick that ten you
old Bill Ellis never run from
nothin'. But while I was doin'
this he broke Away from the dog
aud came for me full steam On and
jast missed maxim . lsndin' on my
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wharf EEtff2~
''As l caught my feet and started
to run / looked back and see the
BEARS head Q loomin' up over the