Democratic Sentinel, Volume 10, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 September 1886 — Bears in Maine. [ARTICLE]

Bears in Maine.

There are several bear cubs in various stores about town, caged up in little dens, and they are a great advertisement for their owners. A bear cub is probably the drollest young animal alive. They play all sorts of funny antics, and attract more custom than a lottery. I know of a restaurant which numbers a pet cub among its attractions, and that bear is a bonanza to the bar. It has learned to drink beer, eat pie, and play with the customer’s dogs. Once in a while it escapes and gets up the street a little way, and seems quite sad at being recaptured. A pair of these playful little fellows have just been sold to the United States Soldiers’ Home at Togus for only S3O. The Maine bear is the genuine black —the sheep, lamb, and calf eater. He never bothers a man unless provoked to fight, and then he is an ugly customer to meet. They are pretty well thinned out in the western part of the State, but I have often met them within twenty miles of Bangor. They are the terror of farmers, but the delight of sportsmen, and, while many a flock of nice sheep are eaten up, it is no uncommon sight to see a nice 300 or 400 pounder hung up alongside of beef and mutton in the Bangor market shops.— New York Sun. The virtues of St. Jacobs Oil, as proclaimed by millions of restored sufferers, should induce everyone to supply his household with this great specific. It conquers pain.