OCTOBER 18, 1907
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"Beating the Brakes"
Or How "Fcurlcss Freddie Backed
. Bruin Off the Board."
By "Bat-'Em-Up-Eddie" the Eagle-Eyed Enemy of Evil Author of "Un
desirable Uriah," "Ananias Andrew," "Mollycoddle Mike," Etc., Etc.
Chapter One
The southern sun was slowly
sliding summitward as a bold youth,
armed to the molars, paused at the
edge of the Louisiana canebrake to
throw a fresh cartridge into his
trusty rifle.
"Hist!"
It was the bold youth who had
"histed," and at the signal the little
coterie of guides, dogs, etc., etc., etc.,
obeyed as one man and one dog.
All eyes were turned upon the
bold young man. Clearly he was
the undaunted leader of the party.
It was Fearless Freddie, the bold
and fearless young hunter whose
very name was a terror to all the
bears in the brush.
Tall, robust, and- dressed in a suit
consisting of flannel hunting shirt,
knickerbockers, laced shoes and a
campaign hat, he "was the personifica
tion of the strenuous life. Across
the hollow of his left arm he car
ried a magazine- rifle. Stuck into, his
belt were three army revolvers and
five "bowio knives. A long bunting
knife was concealed between the
back of his shirt and his neck, and
a similar knife was tucked into the
top of each bootv
The lust of the chase shone in his
eye.. - - 'j -
This, in brief, isa description of
our hero.
"Forward!"
The sharp "word of command Is
sued from the lips of this fearless,
leader, and was obeyed instantly.
Such was the discipline that Fear
less Freddie maintained.
"A hunter should not only be will
ing to hunt, but eager to hunt."
This epigram, uttered by Fearless
Freddie on a notable occasion, long
since passed into imperishable his
tory. ' "Forward !"
And the cavalcade disappeared
into the dismal fastness of the al
most impenetrable canebrake.
Chapter Two
Deep in the fastnesses of the cane
brake, where the sunlight found it
as hard to penetrate as a gleam of
civic decency finds it to penetrate the
atomic soul of a public utility mon
opoly, Fearless Freddie, the terror of
the bear tribe, leaned against a stalk
of cane and peered Into the gloom.
1 "This must be the 'place," he mut
tered. For hours he had been following
the trail as closely as an oil mon
opoly follows a chance for discrim
ination and rebate, and he felt that
he was close upon his quarry. Long
hours before he had left his com
panions far behind. Exhausted ax
the terrific pace he, had set they had
dropped to the ground one by one,
eaph falling with a dull s'ickening
thud that sounded like a gob of
mashed potatoes falling on a brus
sels carpet.
"Hark!"
Fearless Freddie spoke jn a whis
per to himself.
This was a characteristic of the
great hunter.
He talked to himself because he
loved to hear a good man talk, and
because he loved to talk to a good
. man.
J5, Thro wing his rifle. Into position he
stepped softly forward, ready at a
moment's notice to send a deadly
bullet into the corporoBity of any
luckless bruin that happened to bo
tethered in the immediate vicinity.
Thrusting aside the brambles that
infested his pathway, Fearless Fred
die continued to step forward.
"Ha!"
The exclamation was forced from
Fearless Freddie's lips by the sudden
sight of a huge bear reclining grace
fully at the foot of a cypress tree.
Swiftly raising his trusty rifle to
his shoulder Fearless Freddy sent
seven ouiiets speeding towards the
reclining bear.
But for once Fearless Frnrlrfln
aim was not true, and instead of hit
ting the bear the bullets cut the rope
which tethered bruin to the tref.
Freed from restraint bruin rose to
his feet, yawned cavernously, and
then started toward the intrepid
hunter.
"Foiled!" hissed Fearless Freddie,
throwing his rifle to the ground and
looking about for a tree.
"Fojled!"
This was another hiss.
The bear rushed forward, but ere
his brawny forelegs could clasp in
deadly embrace the bold hunter,
Fearless Freddie leaped to one side
and shinned up a tree.
With a growl of baffled rage bruin
squatted down beneath the tree and
waited.
ChnntcrThrec
"Why does he not come?"
This question was repeated by the
white-lipped comrades of Fearless
Freddie, whose long absence was
alarming them.
He had already missed three
meals, which is enough to alarm any
man's friends.
"Why does he not come?"
Candor compels the admission
that these are not the exact words,
but they are used because they look
better in print than the words that
really Issued from the lips of the
guides, beaters, horse wranglers and
cooks.
"I venture the suffsrestlon that
some mishap may have befallen our
beloved leader," remarked Beat-'Eni-Up-Ben
the famous bear trailer.
"I concur in the suggestion ad
vanced by our beloved comrade," as
sented Track-'Em-Down-Tom. whose
hounds were known in eleven or five
parishes.
It may appear somewhat strange
that these men should be using lan
guage that sounded like a literary
society In full blast, but strange
things are really happening these
days,
"Something must be done!"
All spoke in .unison.
"Forward!"
The stern command issued from
the lips of the lieutenant of the
calvacade.
' Ere the echoes had died away
every man was ready.
"Forward!"
And with startling unanimity the
rescuing party dashed into the cane-'
brake.
Every man was ready to bunt a
hamestring In the effort to rescue
Fearless Freddie, their beloved lead
er, from any danger that mtehi' be'
menacing him, "
Chapter Four
"Will help never come?"
The question, slowly filtered from
the drawn lips of a man whoso hold
upon the crotch of a treo was hourly.
yoa, momentarily, growing weaker
"Will help never come?"
The only answer was a low growl
from a bear that lay close at the
foot of tho tree.
For hours on end tlie man had
clung to tho limb while tho patient
boar paced slowly around tho treo.
Gentle reador, you may wonder
why tho bear did not climb the tree
and get Kb prey.
Tho answer is easy. Why should
a bear take the trouble to climb a
treo for its prey when it could Just
rest easy on tho ground until the
prey fell off?
This was a wise bear, and also a
thoughtful boar. It had reasoned
tho whole thing out.
And that's no "nature fake,"
either.
It might have boon otherwise with
a bear of tho Teddy trike.
"Help must como soon or I will
bo compelled to descend the tree nnd
soil my now hunting clothes by-kicking
that bear In the ribs a few times
and then squeezing It to death."
Fearless Freddie faced this ter
riblo alternative without a tremor
visible to the naked eye. A properly
clothed eye would also have experi
enced difficulty in detecting any tre
mor. Once more tho bear growled and
gnawed a few square yards of bark
from tho trunk of tho treo, merely to
keep its gnawing apparatus in good
trim.
Several hours sped by, albeit they
appearod to Fearless Freddie to be
hitched fast.
At last human strength could en
dure the ordeal no longer, and our
brave hero prepared to descend the
treo and give bruin tho boot.
But fortune had not yet deserted
our hero.
Ju3t as he took a trusty knifo be
tween his teeth and prepared to
slide down the treo his acute auricu
lar appendages caught the baying of
a hound off to the thumb hand side
of the canebrake.
With Fearless Freddie to think
was to act.
"I guess I'll stay up hero awhile,"
he muttered, a grim smile lighting
up his face.
Nearer and nearer drew the bay
ing hounds.
Bruin bit a few more chunks out
of tho tree, winked solemnly at noth
ing in particular, and sauntered off
into the gloom just jib sixty-five fe
rocious hounds bounded with beau
tiful baying into the little clearing
made by bruin's gyrations around
the tree.
The hounds were followed in
stanter by the rescuing party, whose
shouts of joy at the sight of their
leader unharmed and as cool as a
street car in December, sitting
jauntily perched upon a limb.
"Saved!" shouted the dashing
comrades of Fearless Freddie.
Sliding gracefully to terra firma
Fearless Freddie let his piercing eyes
rest upon the forms of his dashing
followers. Then he took off his cam
paign hat and said:
"Comrades, I thank you for this
daring rescue."
The answer was a volley of cheers.
When the cheering had subsided
Fearless Freddie strode quickly to
the head of the column, and pointing
in the direction taken by bruin he
said:
"ComFades, our quarry lies yon
der." Instantly every man was ready.
"Forward!"
The command Issued from the lips
of Fearless Freddie with all the vol
ume of an issue of watered stock
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