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Tale. of 8. Potato Field by a. Man
from Sinnemahoning Way.
His Uncle’s Power of Remembering, His
Father’s Business Idea, and His
Own Willingness to Take
Homer’s Place.
“Honestly,” said the man from Sin-
nemahoning way, “I feel sorry for
this side of the mountain every time I
come over from old Sinnemahone! I
do, really! Honest, I do! Why? Be-
cause. in the first place,t this side of the
mountain seems to feel its littleness,
and its away- -down-in— the- -depthsness,
as it were, and I can see it wonde1 mg
what it s on e111 th for. knowing that
Sinnemahone is just over beyond, kick-
ing its heels in the air, so to speak
like a lamb on the hillside and swelling
up, and looking sassy, as if it might be
a steer in the oats! And. in the second
place, because I have noticed a prepon-
derance of yaller dog on this side of
the mountain. and then this side of the
mountain’s bears ain’t up to snuff. ‘Ill
fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
where yaller dogs accumulate and
bears ain’t gay!’ Sorry? Why, I’m so
sor1y for this side of the mountain that
if I had a bosom of destruct1on with
me I’d sweep every one of your yaller
dogs into the Allegheny river yander,
and then go and drive a herd of Sinne-
mahoning bears over here and give you
a new start in life! Sinnemahoning
bears! Why, say, Homer ' made the
mistake of his life in not waiting a few
thousand years and being born on the
old Sinnemahone! Then he’d have had
something to twang his lyre about!
He wouldn’t have had to tramp bare-
foot over the hills of Greece and adja-
cent bailiwicks, making heroes and
heroines out of more or less disrep-
utable folks, but he could have stamped
and sloshed along the storied Sinnema-
honing, in a pair of cowh'ide boots, and
sung of bear till the cows come home!
I often lie awake nights regretting
that Homer made that mistake. Those
Sinnemahoning bears ought to have a
Homer to put ’em on record as they
should be put. Ilut all is not lost.
Homer gave old Sinnemahoning the go-
by, and preferred ancient Greece to
bear’s grease, but all is not lost. Old
Sinnemahone may not have 21. Homer,
but she has Me! And if her bears don’t
go down to posterity with bells on my
name ain’t Praxiteles Pcttibone!
“The trouble with me is, my memory
isn’t long enough to do the Sinnema-
hone bear full justice. I have to deal
with him as a contemporary, and con-
temporaneous history is a. trifle dan-
gerous to handle, for there are other
people who are contemporaneous, and
they may insist on proofs. It is much
' nicer to deal with history that was
contemporaneous with your grand-
father, for then the burden of proof is
on him, and all you have to do is to
cite authorities. Now, if I had a mem-
ory like an uncle of mine once had, I
could go way back beyond this ques-
tion with ease, and show up the Sinne-
mahone bear in a shape that would be
much smore amusing than any he has
put on within my recollection, amazing
as that shape has frequently been.
That uncle of mine quit working his
memory, though, quite suddenly, and
the reaction hastened his death. He
was letting it have full sway once, and
after he had at last called it in, the
new school-teacher, who had never
heard my uncle remember before. said
to him:
“ ‘If I had your memory and fearless-
ncss in exercisingit, I would write a
book and call it “Recollections of the
Deluge, by 3. Survivor.” ’
“Somehow after that my uncle quit
remembering and went into a decline,
and never stopped this side of Jordan.
“When I was a boy, ten years or so
old, my father, Reuben Pettibone, said
to me one day:
" ‘Praxiteles,’ said he, ‘I s’pose you
know them ’taters is to be planted to-
day. I guess we’d better get at ’em.’
“I knew it well enough, but' I had
just dug a lot of worms and had every-
thing ready to go down to the creek
and try for trout. So I said:
“ ‘Yes, father. But the trout are
biting tremendous, so they say.’
“ ‘Is that so?’ said father. ‘Well, my
son, I s’ pose, then, you’ve been digging
fishworms?’
“ ‘Yes, father,’ said I, feeling good,
for father was an indulgent parent.
“ ‘And got your pole and line all
fixed ready, too, I s’pose?’ said he.
“ ‘Yes, father,’ I said. and felt just
as if I was as good as on the creek.
” ‘Well,’ said he, ‘I s’pose it wouldn’t
make much difference if only one of
us planted ’taters to-day?’
“ ”Not a bit,’ said I, ‘if it don’t make
any difference to you.’
“‘No, it don’t,’ says he. ‘You’re sure
you got fishworms enough?
“ ‘Plenty,’ I said, starting to get my
pole.
“ ‘And you’re sure the trout are bit-
ing good?’ said he.
“ ‘They were never biting better,’
said I. ’ .
“ ‘All right,’ said he. ‘I guess I’ll
take the pole, then, and go down to
the creek and see what luck I’ll have.
You go on planting ’taters as if I
wasn’t here, and get in as many as you
can, for it’s a good day f01 planting. If
you get that field all in t0-d:1y you can
go fishing yourself all next week.’
‘ l was ati ifle set back, but I couldn’t
help admire the prepondeiance of the
business idea in my father. It wasn’t
fishing that he cared so much ‘about
It was the getting in of the ’taters, and
you’ll notice that he didn’t make up
his mind to go a fishing until he found
I could get along with the planting all
right. My father was a remarkable
man in a good many respects, and it is
with feelings of great thankfulness
that I look back now and know that he
let business overpower indulrrence that
day.
“Along back in March that year I
was out trying the maple trees, with
an eye to see how sap was running,
when out of the brush, off to one side
of me, an old she bear came rushing.
She hugged a cub to her breast in each
arm and terror actuall1 rolled out of
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to my feet, where she (hunched down
and turned her eyes up at me with an
appealing look that almost made me
sob. I soon knew what was the mat-
ter with her, for out of the brush
sprang a tremendous big panther. He
stopped when he saw me, and glared
at me and the bear family. The old
bear trembled and moaned, and the
baby bears cried painfully human—like.
I grasped thesituation at once. There
was nothing in the woods that panthers
doted on as they did on fat, juicy
spring bear cubs, and they never hesi-
tated to snatch ’em right out of their
-mother’s arms, if they couldn’t get ’em
any other way. This panther had got
on the train of this particular bear
mother and her little ones, and had
made up his mind to have a meal or
two on the cubs. She had fled from
him, and seeing me, had thrown her-
self and family on my mercy, and was
there appealing to me to save her chil-
dren, just as plain as plain could be.
“I don’t suppose it is necessary for
me to tell you that she brought her
cubs to the right market for safety. I
stepped between that glaring panther
and that trembling, wailing family of
bears. I had my ax with me. The
bears crouched at my heels and moaned
and whined. The panther lashed his
tail and glared. He knew what I was
there for. and made up his mind to
show me how little he thought I knew
about it. He lifted up his voice and
yelled. Then he lifted up himself and
leaped straight at me. I swung my ax.
The ax and the panther met in Dmidair.
The panthei’ 8 blood flew mound and
mussed me up considerably, but I
couldn’t help but feel pleased over the
way that ax had slid through him,
from his nose clear to the very tip of
his tail. One-half of the pantheréfell
on one side of me and the other half on
the opposite side. A butcher with his
knife and cleaver couldn’t have carved
him in two any prettier. I was pleased.
I was, indeed. And the old bear tried
to lick my hands and feet, she was so
grateful; but I stood her away, and she
took herself off with her young ones,
her eyes beaming with gratitude as far
as I could see her.
“ ‘That’s all right,’ I said to myself.
‘I’ve saved them cubs, now, but they’ll
grow up. I'll have some fun with ’em
one 0’ these days.’
“So I went heme and thought no
more about it.
“The field we were planting to ’ta-
ters had three acres in it.
“ ‘If I get it all planted to-day I can
go fishing myself, all next week, can
I?’ I said to myself after father had
gone. ‘It’ll take twqmen two days to
plant this field, so I guess I won’t go
fishing next week.’
“Wonderful head for business my fa-
ther had! Wonderful! I went to
dropping and covering ’taters and had
planted about half of one row, when a
bear about as big as a shepherd dog
appeared suddenly before me. It
scooped out a. hole in the ground with
its paws, then went on three feet and
scooped out another one, straight
ahead, and right in the ’tater row.
While I was wondering yet what the
sassy young cub was trying to get
through him, I felt myself pushed
from behind. The push sent me pretty
near stumbling to the ground and past
the first hole the cub had dug. I had
some seed ’taters in my hand and some
of it dropped out and fell in the hole.
I looked behind, me to see who was
pushing me, and there I saw another
beer, the same size of the. first one.
This one had come forward and was
dropped in the hole. I looked ahead
at the other bear, and he was working
away, digging holes, regular and
straight along that row. Well, I
wasn’t quite a fool, and so I said:
“ ‘Ho, ho! I see! These are the two
cubs I saved from the panther when
thcy were babes in arms, so to speak.
And they have come to give me a lift
in my ’tater planting, to show their
gratitude.”
“And I went to dropping ’taters in
the hole the one bear dug, and the
other bear came along after me and
covered ’em as slick and proper as I
would have done it with a hoe! There
wasn’t a word said. I followed the
hole-digging bear right on his heels
and dropped ’taters, and the other bear
followed clo§e on my heels and covered
’em, and the combination worked so
amazing well‘that by three o’clock in the
afternoon that whole field was planted,
and planted better than it had ever
been planted before! When the last
. hole was dug and the last’tater dropped
and covered, the two bears trotted
back to the woods, and I don’t know
that I ever saw them again. I hadn’t
been home long when father came in
from fishing. His luck had been poor
and he felt a little testy.
“‘Never mind, father,’ said I. ‘I’m
going fishing for a week, and I’ll fetch
in some.’
“ ‘Fishing for a week!’ said father.
“ ‘Yes,’ said I. ‘1 finished planting
the three-acre ’tater field to-day.’
“Father looked so scared that I told
him the whole story. After he heard it
he said.
“‘Praxiteles, they may tie the old
Sinnemahone one of these days, but
they’ll never beat her!’
“And so 1 say, honestly, that I feel
sorry for this side of the mountain
every time I come over from Sinnema—
honing way! I do, really! I do, in-
deed!”
“Sinnemahone!” said the man in the
red, blue, green, pink, purple and yel-
low Mackinaw jacket, “if you felt half
as sorry as this Side 0’ the mountain
does you’d go and shed tears with more
salt in ’em than there is in a bar’l o’
brine!”—Ed Mott, in N. Y. Sun.
writing uses his personality as he
. would any other serviceable material;
the very moment a' speaker or writer
begins to use it, not for his main pur-
pose, but for vanity’s sake, as all weak
people are sure» to do; hearers and read-
ers feel the difference in a momen 15.4-
Holmes.
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commercial cities and the leading sea-
port, is also the greatest manufactur-
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RICHARD a. MoCURDY President,
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ingDec. 31.1895.
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. , 194,347,157 58
$26,866,563 75
Total Income .
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Total Paid Polioyvholders in 1895,
Insurance and Annuities in force,
Net gain in 1895
$23,126,728 45
$899, 074,453 78
$6], 647, 645 36
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actuauy issued and paid for in cash ls Included. w o v misleading, and only insurance
I have carefully examined the foregoing Statement and find the some to be correct.
CHARLES A. PRELLER, Auditor.
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February 11,1896.
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December last, theundersigned were appointed a Committee to examine the annual '
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