Bears -- Juvenile fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Indiana -- Juvenile fiction; Indiana -- Juvenile fiction
Balser was “it,” and with his eyes “hid” was counting one hundred as
rapidly and loudly as he could. He had got to sixty, he afterward said,
when a shriek reached his ears. This was when Liney found the hollow
tree. Balser at once knew that it was Liney’s voice; for, although he
was but a little fellow, he was quite old enough to have admired Liney’s
exquisite beauty, and to have observed that she was as kind and gentle
and good as she was pretty.
So what wonder that Balser, whom she openly claimed as her best friend,
should share not only in the general praise, but should have a boy’s
admiration for her all his own?
In persons accustomed to exercise the alertness which is necessary for a
good hunter, the sense of locating the direction and position from which
a sound proceeds becomes highly developed, and as Balser had been
hunting almost ever since he was large enough to walk, he knew instantly
where Liney was.
He hurriedly pushed his way through the bushes, and in a moment reached
the open space of ground, perhaps one hundred yards across, on the
opposite side of which stood the tree that Liney had found. Some twenty
or thirty yards beyond the tree stood Liney. She was so frightened that
she could not move, and apparently had become powerless to scream.
Balser hastened toward her at his utmost speed, and when he reached a
point from which he could see the hollow side of the tree, imagine his
horror and fright upon beholding an enormous bear emerging from the
opening. The bear started slowly toward the girl, who seemed unable to
move.
“Run, Liney! run for your life!” screamed Balser, who fearlessly rushed
toward the bear to attract its attention from the girl, and if possible
to bring it in pursuit of himself.
“I just felt,” said Balser afterward, “that I wanted to lie down and let
the bear eat me at once if I could only keep it away from Liney. I
shouted and threw clods and sticks at it, but on it went toward her. I
reckon it thought she was the nicest and preferred her to me. It was
right, too, for she was a heap the nicest, and I didn’t blame the bear
for wanting her.
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