The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-04-03
Bees and B ars
By M. QUAD
Copyright, 1918, by Associated Lit
erary Press.

/ AhaI oA AA6hts
ut happened a long time ago."
ut will be just as good"
"Waal," he started in, lone Sunday
mawnin' arter breakfast the old wo-
man looks at me sorter queer and
says:
"'Zeb, you know thars a camp meet
in gwine on over at Smokers grove
"'Mebbe do says I.
"'They are havin' a powerful time
hear
"Glad on it.
"'Zeb, We'll take a walk over to that
camp meetin' as soon as git the dishes
washed up, and we won't come back
home till night
"'It would be time throwed away
"'But we's gwine right along jest the
same she says.
"It was Jest the season to watch wild
bees and line 'em to tree" explained
Zeb, "and l figered on putin In the
day at that. told the old woman SO
and asked her to go on alone. and she
turned on me with:
"'Zeb White, IL yO' reckon to cheat
the Lawd and come out all right VOL
git left! Nobody ever did 1t in all this
world. If yo' steal his day sunthin'
will shorely happen to yo'.'
"'But we want honey In the fall.
don't we? says l.
"'What's the good Of honey If yO'
lose yo'r soulT
'Nobody's gwine to lose his soul on
account of huntin' up bee tree
"'Mebbe not. Mebbe he'll jest break
his neck or leg or wildcats will claw
him up or the bars roll him about.
The Bible tells about the fate Of the
stiff necked and obstinate, but yo'
won't heed it. Jest go right along arter
yo'r wild honey, Zeb White, and I'll
go to the camp meetin' by myself. l
reckon YOU find out the power of
Providence befo' sundown.'
"She went away without another
word to me, and fur half an hour
was good mind to foller on. didn't
feel right about it tall. and my old
dawg skunk away from me as II he
was ashamed of his master. ! didn't
want to give In, however, and bimeby
l shet the doah and strolled of to look
fur bees. l was maxim fur a place
about two miles away. but befo'
reached it stopped to look at big
chestnut tree with boiler in IL. That
boiler was big 'nuff fur TO- men to
stand in, and was was lookin' in and
wonderin' why had never seen the
tree befo' when heard sunthin' NOV
in behind me. wheeled about, and
thar was whoppin' big bar sneakin'
up on me. could tell by the looks OF
his eye that he meant bizness, and 1t
was no use to try to bluff him. One
Jump carried me into the boiler, and
he rushed and jest missed me. had
no gun, but did have my knife along,
and when the bar tried to foller me
into the tree slashed him TO- or FIVE
times. He was no fool. He seen !
had the advantage, and he jest backed
off and sot down to wait. / kept purity
quiet fur an hour, thinkin' he'd git dis
couraged and go away, but he had 9th
er plans on hand When ! stuck my
head out and waved my arms and yell
ed at him he growled few times, but
he didn't come foot higher.
."It was plain that was In a bad
way" continued the old hunter, "but
I didn't see what could do about 1t.
I was In the boiler, and the bar was
outside, and thar was no show fur me
to come out until he went away. 1t
cum shutdown, and 1t cum night. and
he was still thar. I saw was In fur
all night, and went to sleep. / woke
up once and saw his eyes shinin', but
he let me alone. woke soon arter
daylight and he was still thar. Not to
worry you with perticklers, / passed
two nights and two days and half In
that tree, and at last I'd hev given my
left arm fur a drink of spring water.
to say nothin' about my hunger. was
no longer a match fur the bar. was
weak and flighty, and he'd hev big
/ advantage over me. However, l was
tryin' to work up my courage to crawl
out and do the best and hev 1t over
with when Abe Holden, who was look
in fur his lost mewl, cum that way.
and the varmint made sneak. My
voice wasn't much stronger than
baby's, but managed to make Abe
hear, and he pulled me ont and helped
me home. The old woman sot on the
doorstep singin' a hymn, and as we
cum up she looks at Abe and says:
"'Good evenin', Mr.. Holden. Kin ]
take it that yo'r old woman is peartY
"'Fairly peart, fairly peart, Mrs.
White he replied.
"'And yo' pear to hev a stranger
with you,' she goes on.
"'No, ma'am. It's Zeb, yo'r old man.
Indeed! The last I saw Of my old
man he was gwine out to find bee
tree. Did he find itY
"'He found boiler tree, ma'am.'
"'YesY
"'And BARI
eyes? And what does he think
about cheatin' the Lawd outer his Sun
dayY
"'He'll never do It ag'in, ma'am, and
as I'm in smart hurry YOU excuse me
IL pass on
"He passed on" said Zeb. with
sorrowful smile, land the old woman
made me some chicken broth and tuck.
| ed me into bed"
Rev. Harry Milford, for merly of
Sups rior, but now of La Crosse,
transacted business in the citv SUM-