--part1_0.b727d35e.25446c5a_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --part1_0.b727d35e.25446c5a_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: [email protected] From: [email protected] Full-name: BHurst1948 Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 10:02:10 EDT Subject: Re: Little Book - Western Reserve Centenial To: [email protected] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 41 Hi Charlie - This is a cute story - enjoy! A Supply of Pork - In the fall of the year 1812, Ralph Freeman, one of the early pioneers of Braceville Township, started, rifle in hand, up the Mahoning River, in search of his cows. The valley at this time was a vast wilderness, and wild hogs roamed through the woods in large numbers. In his wanderings, Ralph came upon a large drove of these wild denizens of the forest. The temptation for a fine porker was great; the larder needed replenishing, and now was the time to accomplish it. Selecting one of the largest, he took deliberate aim, and his trusty rifle brought its victim to the ground. But it ws only a moment until there was a general uproar among the infuriated herd. Soon they discovered the cause of their trouble and rushed en mass toward their assailant. His only refuge was a tree, and he had just succeeded in reaching the lower branches when it was surrounded by the bristling, angry herd. In his haste his rifle was left at the foot of the tree. The only question now was, which would hold out the longer. After patiently waiting two long hours, Ralph concluded the porkers were stayers, and something must be done. His stentorian voice rang through the woods until it reached the ear of Vernon Allen, who, with his brother Harvey, started in the direction from which the sound came. They soon discovered the predicament their neighbor was in. A council of war was held, and it was decided to take the enemy by storm. Sheltered by the trees, they commenced firing into the ranks. It was not until some twenty of the hogs were killed and the herd scattered, that our hero designed to set foot again on terra firma. It is needless to say, that there was no lack of pork and bacon among the settlers during the winter following. H. F. Austin, Braceville, O. >From Western Reserve Centennial Souvenir 1896 by H U Johnson --part1_0.b727d35e.25446c5a_boundary--