Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1845-05-14
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A Bear Hunt i'm the San Saba Hills.
(COncluded)

A Bear Hunt i'm the San Saba Hills.
(Concluded)
All nv logic wouldn't do. Sophise as might
the awful conviction was settling about my brain,
that the party was hopeessly scattered, and that
was left alone with no experience to guide me
back, and hope getting back, i'll had possess
ed experience. But il wouldn't do to let this feel
ing gain the ascendant | must have something
20 employ me. They nigh. come yet. Sol de-
liberatcy split The bears scu with my bowie knife
aud wen, TO work very formally to dissect him.
/ managed 10 protract this operation to such
length, that when looked up was astonished to
find that lhU sun was set. But had no longer any
reason to complain Of The silence. This was the
signal for the voices Of Inc wilderness 10 break
forth. A long screechIng cry, that seemed RICH:
al my ear, made my blood curdle. | looked a
round-the limbs of live oak near were ruslirg
and swaying, under some great weight. The
head of panther peered out from between two
punches of moss. We looked at each other very
coolly. He stretched his white throat from the
covert. and snutied and snuffed towards me. He
smell the blood. His eyes were very large and
cleaning, but he looked innocent enough,-as if
there no harm in him. He stretched his jaws
10 scream again, and | saw his long white langs.
The cat tribe are well provided about the jaws
me-far aud near. What a cserwauling! God
Of Heaven-It is said they Like mans meat the
best. Oh! but these simple Doors uncontami
>nated by luxurious taste. They wont know any
1betler, unless they have heard the tradition. But
then ii's something of risk If they haven't
What shall do! Shoot that rascal in inc ewes!
Dead panthers tell tales. No. the Indians will
hear the gun, and shall have them tomorrow
swarmIng through these ridges squirrel hunting.
That won'i do. What thel? Why III climb to
the top of this live OAK so that the Sc nimbe gen.
try cant get above me unless they jump out of the
moon; and I'll tie myself up there aud swing about
NIL morning. As long as Pm above them Pm safe,
for can see their eyes and rake down the limb.
This conclusion was forthwith acted upon
didn't like that panther to stlud there watching ne
though, for he'd be sure TO TELL and I'd be besieg-
ed all night: so picked up round pebbles
that we've s''ewed along the hull side, and took de-
hberaie aim at his broad innocent face.
The first one cut through the moss above his head.
He looked up with quick movement and low
growl, evidently wondering prodIgouslv where it
come from. He had 10 suspicion OF me at all. and
looked duwn at me very friendly. tried i, again
This time | struck limb near him. and the stroke
rung sharply. He caped hls claw over the place
clawed il and smelt. " lille he was so engaged
er side. He wheeled and clawed at the sound.
At last hit him plumb! He saw tine pebble fall
aud go rolling down the hill, aud with savage
growi eaped out of the after it, and went cha
sing it down into the valley IL was clear he
thought the place bewiched; for he hadn't came
back even after it had grown quite dark. 1.-The
should come then!
took some OF the choicer pieces of the bear
and hung them TO swinging limb, where they
would be out Of reach, and then assembled the live
,ak. | climbed and climbed until got so high,
4Hhat by s!ardIDg straight. could look Out above
the tops and see The stars twinkling in very
sleepy sort of fashion, as if they had been cal
led up too early, ard had not decided whether they
should wake at all, yet while. The moon was
Just wheeling mp her chase disk from behind the
mountains. They all looked too much like old
times. to be pleasant jus; then; so lodged my
head beneath the shade of the moss again, and
made my arrangements with the most accommo
dating forks for the night. That settled, went te
counting the answers to the nearest panther cry
guessing how many there were to the acre; oil
coniecturing whether wolves learned TO howl BY
gamut and how many bars made their endless
quavers; or wondering whether rattle rattle
snap snap % was considered chorus to stu whit
tu whoo!" by the San Saba owls. got tiret
coniecturing about the owls, for they seemed tt
have taken that matter in hand with regard to me
and came Tapping and hootng about the tree-tops
and shining their great eyes curiously at me. a
they went by, ill almost foamed with spite be
cause couldn't punch'em out. The moon got up
over head, at last, and that narrow little valley
which looked so pretty in the morning sunshine
now laid along the deep bosom oft shadows
with the light brsidng it like silver ribbon