Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-05-05

pin to eat checkerberries, we're hunt
in bears. Hunters who loiter behind
ter du sompin diffunt n they start
out for are purity likely t. lose Their
pints. Eff We lag behind agin yell
have t. find yerself; we can't spend
time huntin' fer lost bear hunters.
Longs We can see n hear yer nigh
est comrade on either side on We, We
amt lost. Keep yer eyes open n
mind yer pints, SEE |.
We'd got about half way cross
Burberry swamp on my line when
we heerd another teller in distress
away back on us. Hold on, fellersr
shouted he, DIM stuck in the bog
wild a root N can't git out
Another chap n | went back and
sure 'nough there was Pat Mulligan
wrastlin' to free his boot caught in
the entangled roots up to his knees
in the bog.
Be CORY, | guess I'd hung like
fly in a honey-pot if we fellers
hadn't a-coome n helped me out.
I'VE had sprinkled in at different
points along the line good shots, n
sorter mixed the greenhorns n mar
vous chaps with good cool-headed
fellers that knew what ter do at
clus quarters. We druv in no end
O. game. The orders wus not to
shute partridge ner squirrels, but to
save ammunition for clust work with
wolves and bear and catamounts.
Wa-al, the long n short on it was,
that we killed a catamount the fust.
He was in tree and was just pizin'
to give spring onto a boy that was
under the tree where he stood,
when Bill Ormond seed the danger
the boy was in, and he fired. The
ball hit the critter betwiXt the eyes
n he fell. The tracks begun to be
purity fresh as the sarcle closed in.
Bears was seen, and wolves; and
the word was passed along the line
to keep good distance, n not let any
on 'em break out and git away. The
center inter which we was to drive
the varmints was a piece O. open
maple woods, where the ground was
clear. Long about's the sun was q
hour high, we had a ring formed
about fifteen rod in ammeter, r
inside ont was a couple O. wolves r
three bears. The lines was wei
closed, n the men not more'n ter
feet apart, besides some fellers or
hossback n some good rifemen al
was free to go and come, where
they could do good work. In n ir
we draweG the line, till it was ter
or twelve rod in diameter. The
men then set up a yellin', n tht
varmints begun to show a good dea
o. consarn. They ramped round I
round. Henry Sabin killed one o
the bears, | brung down another
Seymour Powell shot the tuthe
one in the shoulder, and the hur
madded i'm soft he made rush anC
afore Powell could get outen hi
way, the critter had i'm down i
clawin' the inside O. his leg jes
vicious. Them that stood 'rount
was sort o. dazed like, afeared t.
shute fer fear O. httin' the man
But Ben Jackson come runnin "
n he took in the sitiwation in half
jiffy. He hid his rifle clust to tn
critters head n let fly. That fetche
the bear. We had a couple O. doc
tors along to take keer o. poor Pow
ell. We got one o. the wolves, bu
tother one made a dash n ru
'twixt a long feller's legs n 90
away. Powell, poor Teller, com
mighty nigh a-dyin' We turned i
n made bee n harvested his crop,
= We gin i'm all that the skins brun
{ n made a donation party, and arte
2 several months he came around a
right.
l. 1t was some time arter dar
e when the hunting bands had a
come in with the big game at til
'pinted place, and a bigger feast y
never hearn on than we rallied u