The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-08-16

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with an Englishman up in Montana.
This here party claimed the misfor-
tune Of bein' a younger son, whatever
that is, and is grubstaked to a ranch
by his people back home. Havin' &C
quired an intimate knowledge of the
west by readin' Bret Harte and havin'
assim' lated the secrets of ranchin' by
correspondence school, he is fitted am
| pie to teach US natives thing or two,
and he does it. am workin' his outfit
as foreman, and it don't take long to
show me that he's a good hearted fell
| Ter in spite Of his ridin' boomers an
penuchle eyeglass. He amt never had
no actual experience, but he's got a
Henry Thompson Seton book that tells
him all about everything from field
mice to gorrillys.
We're troubled heap with coyotes
them days, and finally this party sends
home for some Rooshian wolfhounds.
I'm fer pizenin' a sheep carcass, but he
says:
No. no, me deah man; that's not
spOrtsmanlike. Wen hunt 'em-aye,
hunt 'em. Only fawncy the sport We'll
have ridin' to houndsv
We will not says l. I amt goin'
to do no Simon Legree stunts. 1t amt
mans size. Bein' English, you don't
count but I'm growed up
"Nothin' would do him but those
Uncle Toms Cabin dogs, however,
and he had 'em imported clean from
Berkshire or Sibeery or Whereabouts,
four of 'em. great big blue ones. They
was as handsome and impOsin' as a set
| of solid gold teeth but somehow they
didn't seem to savvy our play none.
| One day the cook rolled a rain bar'l
downhill from the kitchen, and when
| them blooded critters saw it comm
they throwed down their tails and tore
out like rabbits. After that couldn't
see no good in 'em with a spyglass.
They amt got no grit What
makes you think they can fghtT 1
asked one day.
"'Fightr says H'Anglish. My deah
man, they're full blooded. Cost seven
~ pun each. They're dreadful crea-
lures when they're reused. They'll
tear wolf to pieces like rag. kill
| bears, anything. Oh, rully, perfectly
DREADFUL
well, 1t wasn't a week later that he
went over to the east line with me to
mend a barb wire. I had my pliers
and Ratchet and some staples. About
a mile from the house we jumped up
little brown bear that scampered off
| when he seen us, but bein' agin a bluff
where he couldn't get away, he climb
ed a cottonwood. H'Anglish was sim
ply frothin' with excitement
"'What a misfortuneI Neyther gun
nor hounds
"T'll scratch his back and talk pref
ty to him. says l. while you run back
and get q Winchester and them Zero
cious bulldogs
"'Wolf hounds says he, with dig
nifty. full blooded, seventy pun each
They'll rend the poor beast limb from
limb. l hate to do it, but it'll be good
practice for them
They may be good renders,' says
l, but don't forgit the gun
"Well, 1 throwed sticks at the crittel
when he tried to unclimb the tree til
! finally the boss got back with his
dogs They set up an awful hollel
when they see the bear-first one
they'd ever smelled, reckon-ant
the little Teller crawled up in some
forks and watched things, cautious
while they leaped about, bayin' mos
fierce and blood curdlin'.
"'How you goin' to get him down
says I.
"T'H shoot him in the lower jaw,
says the Britisker. so he cawn't bite
the dogs, It'll give 'em cawnfidence.'
HE takes aim at Mr.. Bears chir
and misses it three times runnin', he:
that excited.
"'Settle down, H'Anglish.' says 1
HE amt got no double chins. How
many shells left in your gum
when he looks he finds there's onl!
one more, for he hadn't stopped TO fl
the magazine, so I cautions him.
You're shootin' too low. Rails
her
HE raised her all right and caugh
Mr.. Bruin in the snout. What follow
ed thereafter was most too quick t
notice. for the poor bear let out
bawl. dropped off his limb into tn
midst of them ragin'. tur'ble sevent
pun hounds an Rugged 'em TO death
one after another, like he was dom
system of health exercises. BE too
J 'em to his bosom as If he'd just go
back off long trip, then, droppin' tn
, last one, he made ct that younger so
an put gold filing in his leg. Yes
, sir; most chewed it off. H'Anglish lie
/ out d Siberian wolf holler hisself. al
J I had to step in with the Ratchet an
kill the brute. though I was most dea
. from laughin'.
That's how it is with me an Glen
lister" the old man concluded. 'Whe
. he gets tired experimental with thi
/ new law game Of hisn. I'll step in ar
t do business on common sense basis.
You talk as If you wouldn't get fai
play" said Helen.
1--WE won't" said he. with conviction
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