The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1909-12-26
MICHIGAN WOMAN SECLUDED
FROM MALE CREATURES OVER
TWENTY YEARS.
NOT A MALE CREATURE ON It
All Her Domestic Fowls and Animals
Are Female. and a. for Man, Not
One Has Dared Enter Her Prem.
ses in Many Yeara

tIy mae creature, Sdran Hunt, OF
Lapeer county. Michigan. at 65 years
! of age, leads life such as no woman
ever led before. And 1t Is from
choice. for this practical man.hater
has living husband and two grown
sons, who love her and would gladly
abide with her. She, however. leads
the life OF recluse, and relentlessly
/ proclaims and pursues her determn.
alton to deal out death and destruc.
/ ton TO every male thing, man, bea3t
! or fowl, that dares trespass upon her
female domain of forty acres of pine
stump land In Deerficld township.
Lapeer county. Michigan.
There Is not male creature on
/ this tract OF farm land, unless Il be
: the bug or reptilian or the birds tina.
fly over the place. All of the domes.
tic fowls and animals are female.
There is not rooster. a drake, or a
gander in Mrs. Hunts barnyard. al.
though she keeps large flock of all
kinds of fowls. As for man, not one
has dared enter her premises in
many years.
Six years ago the woman's dilapi-
jated old cabin caugh. fire from an
overhead stovepipe. II was a bitter
! ly cold February night, and the blaz-
| ing of the clapboard roof attracted
the attention of the neighbors. who
turned out eagerly, only desiring to
| do Mrs. Hunt a neighbOrly turn. but
/ portunity of testing the antipathy she
had SO long shown toward men. Rush.
| Ing u the house with buckets and
| ladders. they set to work without
heralding their coming,
! The rscluse who invariably re Tres
for the night at sunset, was all uncon-
scious that the roof over her head
was a mass of flames.
What devil In the form of a man
is there was the first sound that
came from within the cabin as the
/ ladders crashed against the caves.
Your house is on fire, Mrs Hunt"
shouted back Frank Dockham, a
neighbor
You'll all be burning in hell If
YOU don't get out of this" retorted
the frenzied woman. I'D rather
roast in my bed than have any hu.
man devil of man desecrate my
place"
But the men were on the root.
chopping away at the burning rafters.
, Others We're passing pals of water.
They heard the occupant unfasten
hurredly the heavy bars on the door,
and in another instant ii crcaSed on
its hinges.
Bang" A rifle cracked and a
lcaden ball whizzed close to the head
of Uncle George Cole. Mrs. Hunts
nearest neighbor who was welding
the AK Hurriedly the volunteer fire
men scrambled away as the enragcd
woman rammed another charge home
in her old muzzle-loader. They dis
appeared into the night. and the re.
clusc turned her attention TO the fire,
I by that time nearly eX,inguished. The
mex, morning passers-by read with
avidity the following. scrawled on II
piece II paper flour sack and tackled
on the front gatepost of the Hunt
dooryard
This here house is old Sarah
Hunts III il burns down It's no
body's bizness but hern. So all ylu
he men jest keep ava
They have since then.
The recluse attends 10 all her
farm work herself, She plows and
haIrows and haryests heI crops. as
rule, with her own hands, but oc.
ca>onally will hire a woman TO as
sist her with such work as she can
not well handle alcne When fe-
male help Is hired the mistress OF tn.
place prefers 4 young single womar
her aversion to every hing male ex.
tending to some degree 70 marri
women.
How she manages to keep the 40.
acre farm devoid of every male thing.
even To farm stock. WAS for years the
marvel OF all who knew the strange
woman, but she has practicet the
plan so assiduously that her method
, Is reduced to a science. Cats she
has galore, but Sir Thomas is con
spcuous by his absence, and many
an interlopng feline of the male sex
has given up his nine lives on the
Hunt place. falling victim TO its mis-
tress' rifle. Mrs. Hunt markets large
quantities of eggs. but must needs