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Wild Beast Whims

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Day
15
Month
March
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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"A Bear or a panther cau't stand tbe tf%bt of a wolfskin or a coouskin overIcoat, " said an aged hunter of Snllivan liiounty, "and both alsodislike the looks lof ;tn overooat uiado of buffalo skin. ; They beooino enraged wheu they soe a jhunter .stricling tbrongh thewoods with i a íur coat ou. They will start for bim j the instant they get sight of him, and i milest; ho Stops thorn with a riflo hall or ja charge of buckshot they will invaria bly tackle bim. A wolf or oven a pack of thcin will always turn tail and run away froni a bonter tliat wears a wolffikin coat, but they will chase a man who wears a coat of any other kind of fnr and will attanlc liim if tbey get a chanoe. Iu the winters f3arly in the forfies I bnnted pauthers, wolvos and bears, killing a daer once in awhile for a changa. Wheu the weather was bitter cold, I won; i coonskiu overcoat nntil a panthcr ruiued it, and hcre is what ís lef tof it. "I killed au even dozen of pautbers and a score of wolves while wearing that coat. It was in January, 1844, that I had to stop wearing it. Onevery cold nioruing I put on ray snowshoes and starled for the hoad of Kitchen'a oreek to hunt panthers and wolves. The snow was three feet deep in tbe woods, and tbe wolves and panthers wore slanghtering the deer at a ir igbtfnl rate. In a spruce ravine to the right of the creek 1 eaw a movemeut in au evergreen tree and raised njy rifle for what 1 thonght might be a panther. "I hadn't been standing a minute when I heard a (wig snap back of me, and bef ore 1 oould tnru half way round 8oincthínstrnok ray back and drove me forward on my hands and kuees. Of oourae I instautlyrealized thatapanther had landed on my back. It stnek its olaws into my shouldors and began to kick with its bind feet, fnarling and tearing at the coonskin with its teeth. 1 knew in a second that the only thing for me to do was to throw myself baokward, and thia I did at once, burying tbe panther in the suow beneath me. Tbe panther then started to scream, but the snow and my woight kept it frorn raaking niaoh noise. It continued to claw great renta in the coonskin coat nntil 1 stabbed it tbree times iii the side, when it stopjjed kioking and began to gasp. I knew tbat tbe point of the tnife had tonched a vital spot, so I lay till till thepantbor stretcbod ont dead. Ilun 1 got np and pulled the beast out ot tlie snow by tbe tai!. I'd hardly dronped it on tbe surface than there was anuüíei' ínovement in the evergreen tree. "This time I spied a pair of eytia ón a liuib abont 15 feet above tbe anow and blazod away at them. A panther tuinbled ont, began to pitcb and dive in tbe enow, Boon turning up its toes. Then I pulled off the overooat and discpvered tbat the pantber had rained it. The olaws hadn't touched my flesh, though, for I wore three thicknesses of deorskin and two of wool nnder the overcoat. Ou that trip of three days I got five panthers and four wol ves.' "The sama winter I surprised a pack of wolves that had oornered tbree deier in a pen up in the Mehoopany country. l had on awolfskiücoat, and thewolvea legged it out of tbe pen the moment they got sight of me. I pulled off tbe coat and pntit bebiud a tree, and the wolves, when they stopped to look back, actod as if they bad been scared by a fals alarm. Whon tbey saw tbat the overcoat wasn't in sight, they didn't care auy more for me than for a sapling. They immediately retnrnod to tho deer pen as bold as you please, and I shot the whole five as fast as I could load and firo. "Ono vviuter Jool Wright, who used to hnnt and trap all the way from the 1oyalsock to tho Mohoopauy, rolled up his ooonskin overcoat and placed it on a log in the woods till he couJd go over a knoll and look at oue of his traps. When he got to the top of the knoll on his way back, he heard a bear bellowing down in the hollow, as if it was chai lenging another bear to flght with him. In a minute Joel caught sight of the noisy bear, but conldn't make out where the othér one was. The challenger was slouching toward the log on which the coonskin overcoat lay in a buuch, and Joel made up bis rnind that the bear had got sceut of the coat and was about to tackle it. "'Joel bad a better fur coat at home, aud he didu't care much what the bear did with the one on the log. Auyliow he was going to watch the bear, and, if he got the better of the coat, all right. He could see that the fellow was angrj before he gotwithin ten rodsof the log. Rushing up to the log, the bear soized the overcoat in his paws -and begau to squeeze and shake it as if it was afhing of life that he held an old grudge against. Joel tramped down the knoll then to seo all the fnn at short range, and pretty soon the bear gave tho coat a dreadíul bug, let out a yell, feil over backward aud went to sprawling and rolling in the snow. Jcel knew what the troublo was, but he didn't say a word. Tbo boar'd had his own way, and he was as dead as a flint whon Joel got to him. Joel 's hnntiog knife was in a pocket of the overcoat, and the point of it had pierced the heart of the angry animal when he hugged the coat to his breast in a fit of rage. " - Scranton Letter in New York Sun.

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News