New Britain herald., 1928-12-04

Buster was growing more crafty every day. For a whole week he kept away from that part of the for est which was around the farm where he had stolen the pig and where later he had been shot at and hit. The wound was only skin deep and had healed. It didn't both CT Buster at all. But Buster kept the memory of it and he intended to run no risk of being hit by an- other bullet. At the end of week. Buster went back. He made his home under the big windfall where he had slept before.
 Now. it makes little difference to Buster Bear whether it be night or day. He sleeps when he feels sleepy and at other times wanders about looking for something to eat. Every time he had visited the pig pen, 1t had been in the darkness of night or just before the break of day. Buster was thinking of this.
 If that man with the terrible sun is waiting for me. it will be aft or dark" thought Buster. T believe the safest time would be to visit that pig pen in broad daylight. No ono would expect me to do that. I would give them all a surprise"
 So Buster began spending consid- srable time along the edge of the woods, spying on the farmer and the things going on about the farm. What he saw satisfied him that if he were to try for another pig. the time to do 1t would be in full daylight. You see. that farmer was working in different parts of the farm dur ing the day. It hadn't entered his head that a Bear would be bold enough to do such thing.
 So 1t was that one morning Bus ter Bear. watching from the woods saw the farmer drive over to his cornf1eld, where the corn was stand ing in shocks. He had gone to bring | load of it up to the farm. Buster waited until the farmer was busy putting the corn in the wagon. Then he shuffled out from the woods and the farmer, he made straight for that pig pen at the back of the barn. He couldn't see the farmer, but he knew where the farmer was. He knew also that the farmer couldn't see him and didn't know where he was. So he boldly stuffed along straight over to the pig pen and climbed over into it.
 There was a great squealing then. Yes, sir. there was a great squeal- ing then! Buster wasted no time. He knew that that farmer would hear that squealing. He seized a pig, climbed back over the side of the pen and carried the pig away with him. He hurried. Yes, indeed he hurried. Straight for the woods he made. He heard the slammng of the house door. He heard the yell Of the farmer in the dista nee who had guessed that something was wrong with his pigs. Buster didn't stop to look back. His bold ness had won him another pig and getting that pig to where he could safely stop to eat it was the one thing he was thinking about
 Meanwhile. the farmer wife had rushed out to see what was wrong with the pigs She was just in time to see Buster Bear disappearing in the woods. A moment or two later. the farmer himself came running up.
 T thought as much," said he. when he was told of what his wife had seen. That Bear has got to be killed. When Bear will come in broad daylight and steal pig. something has got 10 be done about if. I had thought that he had left these parts. but now I know he won't leave as long as there are any pigs left He'll have 10 be hunted until we get him or drive him away so far that hel! never come back
 Copyright 1928 by T. W Bnrgess)
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