Killing bears. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Hares as food. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Fir groves. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Bears. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Another 
     
     bear story. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The forest 
     
     at Brackley. 
     
    
   
   
    
     opening the door, who met her face to face, but a large bear. She had heard 
     
     that nothing would frighten Mr. Bruin more effectually than fire would. Quickly 
     
     as lightning she ran to the chimney, caught hold of a large flaming brand, and 
     
     chasing the bear along a little path leading from the door, sent him scampering 
     
    
   
   
    
     into the wild night shaded forest as if Old Nick was after him in hot pursuit. 
     
     [22 Feb. 1877, p. 4, col. 1.! 
     
    
   
   
    
     Belfast IV: 
     
    

    
     The bear Mr. C. Stewart chased and caught was as large as a good sized sheep. 
     
     When he catched it, he didn't know what it was, and holding it out suspended 
     
     by the hind leg from the end of his powerful arm, and it trying to bite him, he 
     
     asked: "What animal you call this?" On being told he got a stake from the fence 
     
     and soon dispatched it. The Rev. Mr. McLennan, who was very powerful, killed 
     
     with a stick a large bear, which he met in a narrow path while taking a walk 
     
     with Mrs. McLennan. Two women at Point Prim chased a bear up a tree, and 
     
    
   
   
    
     one watched it alone, while the other went home to get a man to shoot it, 
     
     which he did. 
     
    
   
   
    
     A few families are known to have lived at Point Prim before the "Polly" came in 
     
     1803, and to have supported life for one winter when provisions were scarce 
     
    
   
   
    
     by catching rabbits and digging clams after cutting through the ice . 
     
     [1 March 1877, p. 4, col. 1.] 
     
    
   
   
    
     Orwell: 
     
    

    
     When the British first visited this locality, French clearings of about nine or ten 
     
     acres in little half acre and one acre patches were to be seen at Orwell Point, 
     
     where the fine fir groves so suitable for fence poles are now growing by the 
     
     main road, near Vernon river Bridge. [8 March 1877, p. 4, col. 1.] 
     
    
   
   
    
     Orwell ll: 
     
     In the first settling of Orwell, bears were very numerous. Very frequently by 
     
     night the settlers would be awakened by the squealing of pigs, the bellowing of 
     
     cattle, and the cries of other domestic animals being killed by bears near their 
     
     dwellings. 
     
     Early one night when Mrs. W. Gillis was alone in her primitive, little log house 
     
     with her two infant children, a bear, and two cubs made their appearance. . 
     
     The cubs climbed up to the top of the house and looked down through [the 
     
     chimney] hole at the women and children inside. Through the open seams 
     
     between the logs comprising the sides of the hut all around, the poor woman 
     
     could see the old bear walking round the house so as to get the cubs or coax 
     
     them down. Mrs. Gillis was afraid that the cubs might come down through the 
     
     aperture, and the old brute would follow them, and devour her and her children. 
     
     In this fearful suspense was Mrs. Gillis kept all night. Towards morning, the 
     
     little children began to cry, and the cubs taking fright thereat, the three 
     
     unwelcome visitors hurried off to their home in the woods. 
     
    

    
     [15 March 1877, p. 4, col. 1.] 
     
    
   
   
    
     Brackley Point I: 
     
    

    
     About one hundred years ago this fine locality was a wild unbroken forest of 
     
     immense trees, and was inhabited by savage beasts, "whose right there was 
     
     none to dispute". Huge pines, grand old monarchs of the forest, towering 
     
     majestically into the skies, every here and there waved their great branches 
     
     singing triumphantly in the winds of heaven. Spruces immensely tall 
     
     outnumbered the pines, and extend their stately forms even to the sea weed 
     
     covered shore. Many of these pines when afterwards cut by the ruthless axe of 
     
     the woodsman, were found to be 17 feet in circumference, and 80 feet from 
     
     the butt to the first or lowest branch; then great knotty logs would be made out 
     
    
   
   
    
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