The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-11-04

critters didn't see my karkidgc, they want a
gwine to mind the crack o the gun. SO |
laid still, in behopcs to gita wheen more O.
EN-.
CAS- he'd calclatcd at fnSt, they didn't
run away, an l slipped i'll my charge as
brisk as possible. But jest as wur raism'
to take sight Oh doc that he'd got near
enough. the hull gang TUX scare, an broke off
as cf pack o parairy wolves wur artcr 'cm.
I wur clean puzzled at this, for | knowd I
hcdn't done anythin' to Brighten 'cm; but
want long aforc diskivcrcd the cause o. thar
alarm. Jest then hccrd sniff, like the
coughin' O glandcred boss: an turnin sud-
din,ly round, spicd the biggest bar it he'd
ever been my luck to set my eyes on. lie wur
comm direct torst me, an at that minnit
want over twenty yards from whar lay.
knowd at Gimp he wur grizzly!
'Tain't no use to say want Skcart; |
wur skoart, an mighty bad skcart, | tell yc.
At fust, thort o junpin' to my feet, an
maxim tracks: but minnit O. rcllcxshun
showed me that nd be O little use. Thar
wur halfo mile o clur parairy on every
side o me, an | knowd the grizzly kud ca itch
up afore he'd made three hundred yards in
any direction. | knowd. too, that CT start
cd, the varnint nd be sartin to follcr. 1t
wur plain to sec the bar meant mischief; kud
tell that from the CLINT o his eyes.
Thar want no time to lose in thinkin'
about it, The brute wur still comm nearer:
but mott cod that he wur gwinc slower an
slower, ever now an agin riSn' to his hind
feet, clawin' his nose, an snillin' the air.
seed that it wur the rcd blanket that puzzled
him; an secn' this, crep clostcr bchint it,
an cached as much o my karkidge as it nd
kvcr. When the bar he'd got 'ithin about
ten yards O. the spot, he kim 10 a full stop,
an reared up as he he'd did several times, with
his belly full torSt me. The sight wur too
much for this niggur, who never aiorc he'd
been bullcd by cyther lnjun or bar. 'Twur
beautiful shot, an kudn't help tryin' it.,
cf it he'd been my last; 50 | pokcd my rifle
through the hole in the blanket, an sent a
bullet atwcen the varnnt' ribs. That wur
perhaps, the fColichcst an wust shot this
child ever made. He'd not fired it, the bar
mout gone off, fcard o the blanket: but
died fire, an my narvcs bcin' excited, made
a bad shot. | he'd ia en- sight for the heart,
an only hit the varnint's shoulder. Ov
coorSc, the bar benz now wounded, bckim
| y G., IL -,t
lie roarcd out like a bull, tore at the place
whar | he'd hit hi m, an then kim on as fast
as his four legs 'ud carry him.
Things looked sqnally. throwcl away
my empty gun, an drawcd my bowie, cxpcc
tin nothin' else than a regular stand up tus
sic wi the bar. knowd it wur no us turnin'
tail now: so brackcd myself up for a dcS-
pcratc fight. But jest as the ar he'd got
ihin ten feet O me. an idcc suddintlv kim
into my head. ] he'd been to Santc Fc. among
two or three bull-iights. | he'd seed them
mattydoors fling thur rcd cloaks over Il bull S
head, Jest when you'd thort they wur u
ter's horns. Jest then, | remembered thur
grabbed the blanket, sprcadin' it out as TUX
holt. Young frlur, that wur a blanket, an
no mistake 1t wur as fine a five-point
Mackinaw as ever kivcrcd the hunp-rib o. a
northwest trader used to wcarit Mcxikin-
fashun when it raincd an in coo,se, for that
purpose, thur wur hole in the middle to
pass the head through. Wal, jest as the bar
sprung at me, | Topped the blanket straight
in his face. / seed his snout papin' through
the hole but | seed no more; for [ fccled the
critters claws touchin' me, an lot 90. Now
lhunk |, wur my time for a run The blank
ct mout bln' him lcctlc, an | mout git
some start. With this thort, glid past the
animals rmnp. an struck out over the
parairy. The direction happened to be that
that led torst the camp half mile off: but
thar wur tree nearer, on the side o the hill.
IF kud reach that knowd INV he safe
enuf, as the grizzly bar it don't climb. For
the fust hundred yards never looked round,
then only squintcd back, runnin' all the
while. kud Jest sec that the bar appeared
to be still a toSSin' the blanket. and not far
from whar We he'd parted kumpny. | tholt
this somc'at odd: but | didn't stay to see
what it meant till | he'd put another hundred
yards atwecn us. Then half turned, and
TUX a good look; an eff you believe me, my
young frllur, the sight seed thur nd made
a Mormon larf. Although jest one minnt
aforc, ! war putty nigh skeaIt out o my sew
IN senses, that sight made me arf till wur
like to bring on collie. Thar wur the bar
wi his head right although the blanket. One
minnit he ud rear up on his hind-fcct, an
then it hung round him like Mcxikin
grcaser. The next minnit, he 'ud be down
on all-fours, an tryin' to follow me: an then
the Mackinaw 'ud trip him up, an over he
nd whammcl, and kick to get frce-all the
while routin' like mad buffalo. Jchosotc !
it wur the funniest sight this child ever seed.
Wagh!
oval, I watched the game awhilc-only
lectle while: for I knowd that cfthc bar could
git clur O. the rag, he mout still ovcrtake me,
an drive me to the tree That didn't want,
cythcr, so TUX to my heels agin, an soon
reached the camp. Thur saddlcd my mar,
an then rid back to get my gun, an, per-
haps, to give ole Eph'm fresh taste o. lead.
When clomb the hill agin, the bar wur still
out on the parairy. an cud see that the
blanket wur a-hanging around i'm. How
somdcver. he wur maxim off torst the hills
thinkin', maybe he'd he'd enuf o. my kump-
ny. l want a gwine to let i'm off so easy
for the skear he he'd gin me- besides, he wur
trailin' my Mackinaw along Wi i'm. So