The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1906-03-09

Then IL s all right said ne. "A
likely pair o. gals them air-no mis-
take"
"But | think they made me miss the
bear" answered.
cray" said D'ri, soberly, when yer
shutin' a bear, eff We want i'm, don't
never think o. nuthin' but the bear"
Then. after moments pause, he add
ed: Wont never hev no luck KILN
a bear eff We dom quit dwellin' so on
them air gals"
thanked him, with a smile, and
asked if he knew Eagle island.
"Be'n all over it half dozen times
said he. ct ain no more n 20 rod
from the Yankee shore. tibet air island
amt. We c'u'd paddle there in day
from our cove"
And that was the way we planned
TO go-by canoe from our landing
and wait for the hour at Paleyville,
Yankee village opposite the island.
We would hire a team there, and con-
vey the party by wagon to Leraysville.
We were off at daybreak, and going
over the hills at a lively gallop. Cross
ing 10 Caraway pike, in the Cedar
meadows, an hour later. we stampeded
a lot of moose. One Of them. great
bull, ran ahead of us, roaring with
fright. his antlers rafting upon bush
and Dough, his black bell hanging TO
the fern-tops.
"Don' never wan { heY no argument
with one O. them air chaps less ye
know purity nigh how t S comm out,
said Dri. "Alwus want gun es well
es a purity middlin' ca-a-areful aen on
your side Then we re apt t. need
tree, tew, fore We git through with it
After a moments pause he added:
Got t. be joemightyful stout tree, er
he II shake ye out NV it LUX a ripe APP
pie"
"They always have the negative side
of the question:" l said. Don't be-
lieve they d ever chase a man if he d
let 'em alone"
"Yis, stree, they would" was D'ri's
answer Il We he'd 'em come right
efter me fore ever l c'u'd lift gun.
Ye see, they re jest es Gurus bout a
man es a man is bout them. Eff they
can't smell i'm they re terrible GURUS.
Jes' wan L see what g inside NV i'm
an what kind NV a smeIlin' critter he
is. Dunno es they wan t dew i'm any
pertic'lar harm. Jes' wan t muX i'm
over a leetle; but they dew it awful
careless, an he amt never fit t be
seen no more"
He snickered family as he spoke.
"An' they don't nobody see much nv
i'm efter thet, nuther," he added, with
a smile
Il member once a big bull tried t
find out the kind o. works I he'd in me
1T wan no moose-jest a common or
d'nary three-year-ol' bull"
Hurt you?" I queried.
mo; It hurt i'm" said he, soberly.
Split i'm, es we might say. Could mt
never bear the sight Nv a man efter
tibet. Seem so he did MT think he wus
fl t be seen. Nobody c'u'd ever git n
a mild O. tn poor cuss. He'd t be
shot"
What happened?"
"Hed a stout club n my hand" said
he. Got holt NV is tail, an begun
a-whalin' NV i'm. Run i'm down a
steep hill. an passin' a tree, I TUX
one side an he t other. We parted
there fer the las time"
He looked off at the sky a moment
Then came his inevitable addendum.
which was: 81 he'd a dam sight more
tail an he did thet s sartin."
About ten o'clock we came in sight
of our old home. Then we hurried our
horses, and came up to the door with
rush. A stranger met us there.
care you Capt. Belle" said he, as l
got off my horse.
I nodded.
81 am one of your fathers tenants, -
he went on. "Ride over the ridge yon-
der about half a mile, and you will see
his house, I looked at D'ri and he at
me. He had grown pale suddenly, and
I felt my own surprise turning into
alarm.
"Are they well?". queried.
every we'll. and looking for YOU
said he, smiling.
We we're UP in our saddle, dashine
out of the yard in a jiffy. Beyond the
ridge a wide mile of smooth country
sloped to the river margin. Just of
the road a great house lay long and
low in fair acres. It's gables were red.
rooted. its walls of graystone half hid
den by lofty hedges of cedar. W.
stopped our horses. looking off TO tn,
distant woods on each side Of us.
Cant be-" said D'ri, soberly, hi!
eyes squirting in the sunlight.
wonder where they live?" | re
marked
"All looks mighty GURUS" said he
ct ain no way nat'ral."
Lets go in there and ask" I sug
gested
We turned in at the big gate ant
rode silently over driveway of smooti
gravel TO the door. In a moment
heard my fathers hearty hello. an
then nay mother came out in a bette
gown than ever l had seen her wear
was out of the saddle and she in m
arms before word was spoken. NJ
father, hardy old Yankee, scolded tn
stamping horse, while ] knew we'll h
was only upbraiding his own weak