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And the dangers they faced were not always the kind that could be vanquished by the 11th hour arrival of the 7th Cavalry. Horst Bouter and his family were like tens of thousands of other pioneers who found themselves living on the very cutting edge of civilization. In times of trouble, self-reliance was the key. But even so, so unadorned with their lives that the smallest mishap could have unexpected consequences. Like the time Horst's plow broke and he sent his oldest daughter, Henya, to the nearest settlement 15 miles away to have it repaired. It seemed at the time no more than a frustrating inconvenience. But what they didn't know was that a deadly danger lurked in the forest along the way. And that's only the beginning of our story. A new adventure in radio listening. Five nights of exceptional entertainment every week brought to you in Elliott Lewis' production of The Sears Radio Theater. Our story, The Panther by Percy Granger. Our stars, Joan McCall and Stephen Markle. 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Prairie fires that spread faster than a man could run. Crude grave markings discovered in the middle of nowhere. The tragedies behind them lost forever. But the most hair-raising story of all concerned a 17-year-old girl named Hania Bouter. The Bouter farm was in a remote valley about 15 miles from the nearest settlement. And Horst Bouter looked forward to the day when his two small boys would be old enough to help until the soil. Hania looked forward to that day too. Or until then she felt an obligation to stay on the farm and help. While increasingly her thoughts turned young boy back in the settlement. But love is not the theme of my story, although it may be one of its causes. I was just taking the cows out to pasture. Why are you back from the fields so early? Is it already time for breakfast? No, the blade on the plow is broken again. Did that young man of yours fix it bad on purpose? Oof, never touched it, Papa. Mr. Lindstrom repaired it himself. Oof was working the bellows I watched. You have to take it back. Yes, Papa. You tell Mr. Lindstrom I won't pay him another penny. The work wasn't done properly the first time. Yes, Papa. I'll go change my dress. This time, young lady, you let Oof work the bellows in peace. I don't think he even notices me. Well, I don't want you hanging about. You go visit your Aunt Katya while the work is being done. Oh, Papa, she just talks. Talk is not such a bad thing if you listen to it. Now go on, hurry up and get ready. I want you to be back before nightfall. Make for her a lunch? Yes. There's some bread and cheese and a bit of ham. Better fill a jug with water from a well and put that in the bag too. I can draw water from the well at old Nielsen's house. Well, you know you mustn't drink that water. Why not? It's not helpful. Oh, Mama. It doesn't quench the thirst. There are the boys. They're getting dressed upstairs. I told them they'd have to watch the cows today. Do you think you can be home before nightfall? Yes. If Mr. Lindstrom can mend the blade right away. I don't want you traveling after dark. Now, Papa, don't worry. What can possibly happen? There. I'm through with my breakfast and all set to go. Anymore? We're going on a trip. Here, here. Here's your water. Give me your foot. I'll help you up. Oh, Papa. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'll be back in time for supper. But don't race. And remember, tell Mr. Lindstrom not a cent. Yes, Papa. And this time don't stand where Ulf can see you. And there was a spirited young girl who loved just about everything the hard life they led in those days had to offer. And this might be the appropriate place to mention that she was not at all bad looking. A long braid of soft brown hair, an apple in each cheek, a pair of sparkling eyes, a laugh at every young man in the neighborhood looking over his shoulder in her direction. If she favored Ulf Lindstrom, the blacksmith's boy over the rest, it was because she mistook his shyness for indifference and that piqued her vanity. Hania's horse was a sturdy young stallion who took his spirited disposition from his mistress. She had named him Fenimore because when they first arrived in this country she had acquired a complete set of the works of James Fenimore Cooper, and she read to teach herself English. What's the matter Fenimore? Are you getting nervous because we're approaching the old Nielsen house? Don't be such a nanny, it's not really haunted. We only thought that as children. Come on. If you're interested in how to get Ulf to ask me to the dance this Saturday, then a silly old haunted house. Don't be nervous, it's just a shutter. We'll soon be past it. It does look spooky, even in the daylight, but just think, it means we're halfway there. The road from the boudre farmed the settlement wound through a deep forest. In the middle of which, in a small clearing, stood an old abandoned two-story house. The children of the community imagined it to be haunted by the ghost of its former owner, Lars Nielsen. People even claimed to have seen a light burning in the garret on chill autumn evenings. But it was not the house that made Fenimore nervous. His instincts told him a far more real danger was lurking nearby. A danger which, before the day was over, would become a part of Hennya's life forever. They saw cross-cuts, bevels, and more. Sears' best table saw includes leg set, two extensions, and one horsepower motor. The radial saw has a one-and-a-half horsepower motor and a single lever-miter arm control. Hurry, your choice. Sears' 10-inch table or radial saw. Only $279.95 till July 21st. Prices and dates may vary in Alaska and Hawaii. It's another super value from Sears. The great summer savings go-round clearance in women's fashions. Save 25-40% on looks that adds savvy to summer. 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On a clear autumn day, a young girl makes her way through a dark forest on a primitive road that twists its narrow way beneath the lowering branches of ancient spruce and pine. More than a hundred years later, a man is remembering her story. Once past the old haunted house, Kenya was so relieved that she forgot her mother's warning to conserve her horse's energy for the long trip and gave him free reign. She had never felt him run so fast. It did not occur to her to wonder why, but just ahead was an old peddler approaching from the other direction, keeping a wary eye on the dense forest around him. A shotgun rested by his side. Kenya was about to learn what her horse already knew. What's that? Whoa, Sam! The old peddler picked up his shotgun and waited at the ready until Kenya came into view. It's all right, Sam. It's just a young girl. Hello. You all by yourself? Yes. What are you galloping for? Just a gallop. I'm in no hurry. You didn't see something up the road, did you? No. How much farther is it through this forest? When you pass an abandoned house, you'll be halfway. Why, what's the matter? You ain't heard, huh? Some kind of wild animal prowling these parts. Folks in the settlement think it's a panther. And from the looks of its tracks, they say it's pretty big. A panther? Is he here in the forest? They don't know where he is for sure, but he's attacked a couple of the farms, killed some livestock. You got a gun on you? No. I wouldn't be traveling this road without one. Tell you that even in daylight like it is now. I advise you to keep that horse of yours in the gallop until you're clear of these woods. Me, I'm getting on. Kenya Bowder was not a girl who was easily frightened. At least not so long as the sun was shining and the birds were singing. But she did keep a brisk pace until she was clear of the forest and the settlement was in sight. And she did her best to keep her mind on Ulth for the blacksmith's boy and how she could get him to take her to the dance. The bellows faster, Ulth, I need to fire hotter. That's better. Now go outside and fetch the iron for the barrel hoops. I had to bring our plow blade back. It broke again. I'll get farther. You see right here? It broke where you mended it. Maybe he dug it too deep in the ground. Maybe, I suppose. See, it broke right where it was mended. I know. We can fix it again. Have you heard about the panther? Fig out the good fire going. I met a peddler. He said there's a panther in the area. Oh, I've heard about it. I saw the oxy killed. They say he must be fully grown to have done such a thing. People aren't going anywhere alone now or travelling after dark. Are you going to the dance on Saturday? What? The dance. Are you going to come? Oh, I don't know. Father doesn't like dancing much. Well, you don't have to dance with him. I know. Boy, what's keeping you? Oh, hello, Henye. Hello. Ulth, get that iron inside before we lose the heat. Yes, sir. Good day, Ulth. We probably have to rain. Yeah, Henye? Oh, our power blade broke again. Papa says it wasn't fixed properly. Maybe he hit a stone, you know. He asked you to fix it right away so I can be home before dark. I can have it mended in an hour. He says he doesn't want to pay you again. It will be ready in an hour. Thank you. I'll be at my aunt's house. Ulth will bring it to you. Henye's aunt Katya was a first-rate talker. She could sniff gossip at a hundred paces. She was delighted by her niece's unexpected visit, but also apprehensive, and she tried to dissuade Henye from returning to the farm that evening. You have heard about that animal, haven't you? That panther, they say, is stalking the neighborhood. Has anyone seen him? No. But he has killed two of Mr. Henson's cows, and he killed an ox, a big bull ox owned by Knut Larsen. You know, I have heard they're not going to hold a dance. What? Well, of course not. It is too dangerous. But I was looking forward to it. It would be foolish with a mad beast on the loose. Mad beast? Well, I'm not afraid of him, and I'm going home tonight like I promised father. Very well. But you will wait for your Uncle Herman. Why? He will go with you. No, that is my last word on the subject. I will make him go with you. He can stay at your farm for tonight and come back in the morning. Wolf arrived within the hour as promised with the mended blade, but under catch's inquisitive eye he was even shyer than usual and left quickly without a word. And then, while precious minutes of daylight passed, Henye was forced to sit and wait. Sears Radio Theater will continue after this message from your local station. By the Masters Edgar Allen Poe Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Robert Louis Stevenson Guy de Moperson You'll hear radio dramatizations of their most popular works on our CBS Radio Mystery Theater weekend classics. I'm E. G. 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Hennya's Uncle Herman was a doctor, the only doctor in the settlement, indeed for many miles around, so the hour of his return could not be predicted. He had left early that morning to make the rounds of the outlying farms to the east, where an outbreak of scarlet fever was threatening to turn into an epidemic. Finally, the two women heard his footfall, but the afternoon shadows were already beginning to lengthen. Furthermore, he had a distressing announcement. Well, I cannot take Hennya all the way back to her farm. I cannot spend the night so far away. Better pay the son is about to deliver her baby. There have been complications. I must be there. There we cannot let the child go home alone. I'm not a child, Aunt, and I will be perfectly all right. Even if he did meet up with this animal, Fenomor's strong, he could outrun him. I'm not so sure of that. Why don't you spend the night with us? Papa expects me. If I don't come home, you'll be very... What if he went out to look for me? He doesn't know about the panda. He wouldn't be on his guard. That's true, but it's really impossible for me to go with you. Perhaps this beast. It's not a panther at all. What else would it be? In the old country, there were spirits, trolls, sometimes the very devil himself. At night, they would do terrible things. Oh, Aunt, stop. No one has seen it. But animal is strong enough to kill oxen. No one can outrun the devil and no horse either. Aunt, we left the trolls behind when we crossed the ocean. I have seen these things with my own eyes. Well, Fenomor doesn't know anything about devils, and he's not the least bit superstitious, and neither am I. The next thing you know, your aunt will be making your magic talisman. But let me suggest a more practical solution. I want you to take this. That's a pistol. Yes, yes. But you must be very careful with it. But I've never fired a gun before. Well, you will take this one now. I insist on it. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to hit him. It doesn't matter if you can hit him or not. The sound of the gun will be enough to scare him away, not take it. Okay, Herman, at least ride with her to the edge of the forest. Ah, here, here, here. That much I can do. The one for superstitions, isn't she? It's all silly, trolls and devils. I think maybe she misses the whole country. It's her way of saying that she's homesick. It's going to be quite cool this evening. Will you be warm enough? Yes. I can give you my coat if you promise to return it. I have a shawl in my saddle bag. You are sure? Yes. It is late. The sun will be down in another hour. Then there's only the dusk. We are almost to the forest. Look for the outline it makes against the sky. It will be dark as a pocket in there. Uncle, stop teasing me. Here, I must leave you, I'm afraid. You have the pistol. It's in the saddle bag. Thank you for bringing me this far, uncle. But don't worry, Fennel Morvel will get me home safely. Well, goodbye. Good night. Oh, that sunset, look at it. If I could describe that, I would be a millionaire. Kenya entered the wood, alone. Her uncle watched her until she was out of sight and then turned back. Uncle was right, Fennel Morvel. It is much darker in here. But we can still see well enough, can't we? Fennel Morvel, they won't stop the dance because of some old, vile animal, will they? I wish you often said he was going. It would be nice to have something to look forward to. Oh, just an old owl. But it's not even dark yet. Oh, Fennel Morvel, that was just a chipmunk. Anyone would think you were as superstitious as Aunt Katya. Still, we should go faster. There aren't so many birds singing now, are there? Of course it's nearly night, they've gone to sleep, they're not afraid. There's the Pigeon River. That means we're almost to the old Nielsen house. And that's halfway. Do you think it really is haunted? I've never come by it so close to night before. Maybe there will be a light shining from the garret wind of the vey uncle Herman always said. And the ghost of old Mr. Nielsen will invite us in for tea and biscuits. And we will never be seen or heard from again. Oh, I wish he hadn't told us such stories. I wonder what momma has made us for supper. It is so quiet, Fennel Morvel. I can hear your hoof beats and your breathing. And my heart beating. I heard a bubble link a moment ago and a robin. They say the robin sings before rain. But the skies are clear. But a sound in the woods I can't identify. Do you know there's a different kind of wind for every tree, Fennel Morvel? And the poplar rustles. And the tamarack its size. But in the white pines. Here, Fennel Morvel, it was like a baby. I've never heard such... Do you think there's a child lost in the woods? That would be terrible. It's in terrible danger. Find it. Come on, quickly. It sounded like it came from the left. Look, there's a deer run that goes off in that direction. It must be down there. A person. What if the panthers should find them? Fennel Morvel. That's not a child. No person can make a sound like that. We've got to get back on the road. Turn around. Be very quiet. Maybe you won't hear us. We're almost there. We've done you so much this morning. It's too much weight. I'll get rid of it. Sir Fennel Morvel, don't stumble. They'll never make it. He must be right behind us now. It's too far. Nielsen's house. If only we can get there. Oh, I wish there would be a light in the window. I arcade myself behind the door. I can run from home. You're there by now. A force with all her might. My only hope was to reach the abandoned house ahead of their pursuer. But in the fading twilight, the distance between them was growing shorter. Generations ago, families dined by the warmth of the open hearth. Today, Sears rekindles this spirit with its open hearth dining room furniture. 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And for home, you hear me? Keep going. Go back to the farm and Ro and Papa. Bring him back here. Oh, wait now. Let me get the pistol out of the saddlebag. You get into the house. Never stay. I must find something to block it. There's a table. I need something more. I remember, in the kitchen, there's a stove. I hope it's still there. They'll fall to pieces if he tries to get in, like sawdust. Maybe the stones in the chimney are loose. Up the chimney, maybe he couldn't get me there. He won't know I'm here. Maybe he'll fall off Fenimore. I can see the clearing through this crack. Maybe, but it's getting so dark. Please, Fenimore, please make it. The shadows were lengthening around the old house. Penny appeared out into the woods around her, but already it was so dark it was all but impossible to make out any signs of movement in the underbrush. For what seemed like a very long moment, there was silence. The wind was dying down, and one by one the birds had stopped their singing. Breathe so loudly. He will hear you. I don't see him. Maybe he gave up. I can't hear anything. Only the wind. He's not. Maybe if he lost him. Maybe I was imagining things. I let all those stories scare me, and the old Fenimore's gone, and I have to stay in this spooky old house until Papa comes. Oh, Henya, you are so silly. You act like you're still a child. I hope Ulf doesn't hear about this. He'll think I'm an idiot. I mustn't let anyone know. I must make Papa swear not to tell anyone. Now you're just trying to frighten yourself. There's nothing wrong with this house. It isn't haunted. And Mr. Nielsen's ghost isn't living in the garret. There's no one up there. Go on and take a look. Be a brave girl for a change. Do Nielsen, someone so close together? She realized what she was looking at. The last rays of daylight reflected in the eyes of an enormous black animal. He was all but invisible in the shadows beneath the trees. Only the two pinpoints of light were visible, and they gazed directly at the house. Maybe if the wind blows he won't pick up my scent. He'll go back to the woods. But there's no more wind. Why does he keep looking here? He's moving. He's coming this way. Henny embraced herself against the flimsy barricade she had thrown up against the door. As the animal walked into the clearing towards the house, she closed her eyes, afraid to look. Panta threw himself against the door, and each time the old wood gave more on its rusty hinges, Henny realized it was hopeless. Upstairs. I have to go upstairs. I don't know if they'll hold me. The wood's rotten. Exhausted at the top of the stairs, too frightened to move. Looking down, for the first time, she had a clear look at the animal that was stalking her. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, and then moved slowly to the foot of the stairs. He looked up. Henny had picked up a piece of old dowel to use as a club, but the panther did not advance further. He seemed to sense that the rickety old stairs might not hold him. Instead, he turned and moved into the other rooms as if looking for another way up the stairs. For several minutes he was out of sight. Henny listened to his footsteps, trying to judge where he might be. Then he came back to the foot of the stairs. He's crouching. He's going to leave. There was only one place left for Henny to go, the garret. The infamous haunted garret where old Mr. Nilsen was rumored to sit with a lighted candle. As children, none of them had ever dared to go up there, and even the adults had misgivings. But there was no thought of that now. As the panther was about to leap, Henny hurled a dowel at him. It struck him in the face. Henny ran to the garret's steps and threw herself against the trap door that looked to the attic. Open! Please! He's coming up! The animal, maddened by the blow of the wood, took the first set of stairs in a single leap, just as Henny forced open the attic door. As the panther went sprawling at her feet, she scrambled up into the attic and slammed the trap door in his face. He'll try to force this door next. And even if I sit on it, my faith won't be enough. She glanced quickly about. In the gloom, she spied an old trunk, seized on it and dragged it over the door. The panther, meanwhile, had recovered and now crouched to the foot of the half-dozen steps that led to the attic. He leaped up, hurling his weight against the trap door. Henny climbed on top of the trunk to add weight to the door. She lay across it and held on as the panther leapt again. The hinges were beginning to give. Each leap was stronger than the one before. It seemed as if the next lunge would do it. The trunk was half off the door and Henny had no more strength to move. There was a momentary silence. The panther sensed the moment was at hand. He gathered his strength for the final leap. And as he crouched, the road along which Henny abouter raced for her life was eventually straightened, then graded, then paved. The trees on either side were cut down and the land plowed under. Nielsen's house disappeared. Today, the road is an interstate highway. The spot where the house stood is in the middle of a cloverleaf. I take that exit on my way home from work and sometimes as I drive down the curving ramp in the late afternoon, I look to my right at a point in midair about 20 feet above the grassy knoll where 130 years ago, my great, great grandmother lay across an old trunk and prayed for her life. Here they come. More values from Sears. Like a $1.44 pull-on shorts and a $1.99 tank tops for women. They're colorful polyester tank tops that slip on neatly over the devil-knit nylon shorts. Shorts with elastic waist and stitch-front creases. They're made out of plastic. 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Featured in the cast were Marvin Miller, Joan Tompkins, Harold Dironforth, Hans Conreed and Robert Towers. The music for Sears Radio Theatre was composed and conducted by Nelson Riddle. This is Art Gilmore speaking. The Elliot Lewis production of Sears Radio Theatre is a presentation of CVI. Look, there's a couple of Salvation Army guys over there. You know, the Salvation Army operation these core community centers all over the country. For everyone from kids to senior citizens can make new friends and, hey, wait a second, how do you know all this about the Salvation Army? Well, I spoke with one of their officers the other day and I asked him what the Salvation Army did. Come on, they pick up old clothes and furniture. Right, but what you don't know is they operate daycare centers, senior citizen homes, summer camps and disaster relief services for areas that are stricken with people. Wow, the Salvation Army is into all that? I had no idea. That's right. And the Salvation Army has been in America for nearly 100 years. No kidding. 1980 is the 100th anniversary of the Salvation Army in the United States. Wow, that's some tradition. If you need help with a problem or can help, call your local Salvation Army today. New York, Chicago, St. Louis, Miami, Seattle, our biggest cities are sending out cries for more Vista volunteers. Vista means volunteers in service to America. Vista volunteers work with groups of inner-city residents to tackle the many urban problems that can't be solved alone. By working together with local leaders, entire neighborhoods can be restored, job training centers can be created, educational programs, health and legal services can be expanded to reach all who need them. Vista means working through the democratic process to better our cities. Community people are learning that they can have a voice in making the decisions that affect their lives. Vista volunteers come from all backgrounds. Many come from the neighborhoods they work in. They all share one conviction that self-reliant, self-confident, caring individuals can make a difference in a community. America needs more Vista volunteers. Put yourself where you're needed. Call 800-424-8580 or write Vista, Washington, D.C., 20525, a public service of this station, and action. Radio Theatre will be a comedy with Andy Griffith as your host. Let's listen. The children are looking forward to seeing you. Do they know? Are they upset? Yes and no. What was Jeff's reaction? He said again and kept eating his cereal. Just like his father. And Carrie? She wanted to know if he were keeping a yacht. So be sure and tune in tomorrow to the Sears Radio Theatre.