Year: 1872

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any one but bear to climb, and will


never a limb TO cling to from base Il
top. So he felled another tree agains


it, and by this means was able t.


reach the top and to fire, in a genera


way, down in at the enemy. Before


he could reload his gun, the infuria


ted bear came &c the top to avengt


her own injuries and to protect hel


young, which were yet too small tC


climb. There was no time to retreat


and to jump from this hight was


almost as certain death as to remain


within reach of the bear. There was


nothing he could do but to creep out


on a limb of the felled tree. The bear,


intent on pursuit, came steadily after
him. Old Wheeler, bereft of his wits
by fright, was shouting, you'll be
killed oh dear, you'll be killed ~ in
voice loud enough to have put to
flight any bear but a maddened one,
but never thinking to use his gun,
when Ike Mowrey, who it happened
was not far away, hearing the report
of the gun and the shouts of distress,
happily came to the rescue, and with
one shot brought down the bear, re-
lieving the hunter from his perilous
position. Chopping a hole into the
huge old stump, they then secured
the two little cubs.


When fences were few and cattle
belonging to many fed in a common
pasture, a practice prevailed of
making ear-marks. In this way
every man placed the proof of his
ownership on the ears of his animals,
principally cattle and sheep. Entry
was then made in the Township
Record and the rights of the owner
were secure. The description was
like this: David Shipman's Ear
Mark is a half crop of the left ear.
Recorded Oct. Sd, 1920. Attest, Thad-
deus Selby, Town Clerk. And this !:
Geo. Moses Ear-Mark is a square
crop of the left ear and a half penny
on the upper side of the right ear.
Recorded, May 81, 1924. Attest,
Abram Griswold, Town Clerk.


That there were privations in the
earlier days, the following incident
in the experience of one family will
serve to show. about the year 1907
there was great scarcity Of grain food.
How it came 1 can not tell, for we
were little then, but / know that
bread was often wanting, and can
yet remember the look on the face of
our mother when we asked for lar
ger portion of food. 1t was summer
time and we were happy. A good
appetite made the boiled beach leaves
taste very good, though, wondering
at the lack of bread and even Of
'mush' (which we had called 'hasty
pudding in our Connecticut home,)
we set to scraping an old trough
where formerly some calves had fed,
to save some grains of meal that had
dried fast on. We wet it up, a little
cake the size of an egg, and baked it
in the fire. How disappointed we
were when our mother, fearing it was
unwholesome, forbade our eating it!
Our father was away at Hartford har-
vesting some wheat for farmer there,
and was to bring some home as soon
as the kernel would part from the
husk. For three days we had eaten
nothing but boiled beach leaves. On
the fourth day, my brother, then
twelve (12) years old, came hurrying
in saying, Give me the gun! mother.
the gun! I believe I can shoot a
deerr From its high place on the
wall she handed it down to the eager
boy, catching little of hope, I think,
from his mood. We all wanted to
run with him and help, but she him
dered and hushed US to listen for the
gun. Soon came the report, and a
shout of joy told US of success. Moth
er and children all ran out to see.
There was the quivering, PROSTATE
form! 1t suggested but one thought |
to us children-medt! Now we'H |
have meat, mother Of all queer
things in this world, there were our
mothers tears falling down! Aad |
father came home with some wheat
that night"