The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1843-12-27
THE OLD BEAR HUNTER.
BY +. BUCKINGHAM GRAHAM.

1 am not a Romahcer my duties are OF 4 more
humble, and less exciting character y Bat my
readers will bear with me, u trust, if from tima,
Iattempt to narrate, in my own way such little
and eccentric course of life, may have Come to
nay knowledge. The novelstyo r the elder sketch
ersnay think them Of but little consequence TO IA
literary public; but, in the hope that they may,
interest those whose dispositions are similar to
my own, have been induced to give some Of
them publicity1 ovaA sliv 4 ~ aA@sa aa1 i3aAs
/ Years have flown by since that beautiful morn
ing in summer, when the, basis Of my sketch
was indellibly impressed upon my memory.
Horizon presented an unruffied stlrfdce! and the
forest trees by which the sides and summit OF
zephyr breathing mqsphere. The sun had not
yet tinged the green foliage Of the tamarack and
hemlock with BIS golden ,hles, and the lark had
Just CONNIE nced his Ilatin, and his voice echoed
through the wilderness and fell sweetly upon the
ear az the sturdy farmer and plain Iumberman as
they ysnded their way t. the respective scenes
/ On the, very summit Of. that mountain, and
near the place where the brave Allen marsha1led
Of the continental Congress and the Great Jeho--s
vah,," he took possession of the fort at Tirolde-
roga, at the time of which am speaking, there
stood clog cabin the happy home Of q poor
but respectable family. say happy home, and
say SO truly although in this age and climate,
some would seem to suppose that d splendid
mansion, luxurious entertainments and extrava-
giant furniture, constitute the only home, sweet
home, :" known on earth. fa ,g, siF2a y34aa4,i
| But have digressed. 1t was at this early
hour in the morning that the inmatessof the
above described dwelling, saw d tall, strongly
built man, approaching. The cabin stood nearly,
lin the, centre Of a cleared spaceo ground, and
when the individual above alluded to came near,
he paused suddenly, as if aroused from deep
reverie. As he looked up, he was recognised as
the old Indian Bear Hunter, the crack Of whose
rife oft echoed through the dense forest Of Mount
Iof long extinct tribe and being also generously
and peaceably disposed, he had for years been
the favorite Of the white inhabitants Of that re-
Igion All knew him, and children would listen
for hours to his stories Of wild wood adventure.
AS was his usual custom, he stopped at the lit
tie cabin, partook Af frugal breakfast and re-,
lated some little incidents, one of which / shall
now, for the first time, take the liberty to repeat
iea Many moons have come and goHe,r said he,
ss since first CROSSED il my canoe the waters uf;
Horizon. was young and happy theq- for my,
squaw and fair upappoose were with me, and II
YVES on Just suck d morning as this, When we
landed, we heard nothing but the merry song Of
birds, and w;nothing but wild,howers,l trees,
and rocks The Great Spirit then lbreathed
peace and love in our ears, as he does this morn
ing and our hearts went upon the wind to him.
But we were alone, ana knew NO friends here,
and SO we built our little hut Of brush al well
as we could, and we lived and loyed in, that same
spot for many days. Every morning went out
I'd hunt, 81 fish, and before night would 'coiaa