Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-04-13
Texas Bill's Last Bear-H nut.

Auu AOW WILL yOu oOOu1 ACAoS oAA1
last bear-hunt. One evening last fall
we we're sitting out on the piazza about
nine O'Clock, when neighbor Ford rode
up and wanted me to go over to Rock
creek, about three miles, and help kill
bear. He said his wife's mother and
boy about twelve years old had been
down on the creek that day looking for
some bees, and they saw a bear run into
the rocks. So I saadled up, took mJ
dogs, and with Charley and Ford started
for the bear. When we got nearly to the
creek we found another man by the
name of Russian waiting for us. When
we got to the creek we went down about
half mile and hitchcd our horses and
began to climb up the bank among the
rocks and trees; and after about fifteen
minutes hard labor we got to where the
woman and boy saw the bear go in. 1t
was wild looking place in small I'd
vine, with rocks on both sides piled up
one above the other, and big bowiders
scattered all about. The place whefe
the bear went in was large enough for a
man to get in easy, and about thirty feet
back of where he went IN was large
hole that went down, and not the one
that went straight in. All the time
while we were building fire we could
hear a noise in the hole like a
hoarse Kissing or grunting, and
Thought perhaps Mr.. Bear did net
ike his company. After we got a fire
we could not look into the hole but a lit
tie way, and F. went about a mile and
got lamp about as good as lightning
bug. Russian proposed to stay all night
and have daylight to work in, but I did
not want to stay till found out what I
was staying for. While we were talking
f. took the lamp and went to the upper
hole and got down to look in,
"Ha!" says he, II can see him."
'sWell," said I, ''what is its'
cit is bear! Come and take the lamp
and see for yourself"
! took the lamp and got down and
peeked in, and there he was. But I
could not see very pain, so crawled in
q little further. Charley wanted me to
come back for fear he would make dive
at me, but ventured carefully In little
more and then could see his head and
shoulders little palmer, but I could not
make out what the deuce it was. Its
head seemed to be white and snout black
and what could see of his shoulders
were black. Finally F. says:
"What do you make it?'
"Well, I think it is a-hog, and il you
will hand me gun will try to put his
eye out"
They got my gun, and I ventured in a
little more to get good chance to shoot,
but got little too near, and it moved
and Kissed and grunted fearfully; bu
when it moved I could see it plain and
tell what it was, and what do you think
| save A couple of young buzzards
They stood side by side, their necks anc
wings white, their backs, tails, heads anc
bills black, and in the dim light and pc
sition they were IN, looked like the head
of some large animal.
R. says, "Why don't you sheot?"
said nothing but crawled out, and F
says, "What are you going to do now?"
"Weli, l tnink the best thing we car
do is to go home"
R says, "Why the deuce don't you tel
us what it is down there in the rocks?'
l bothered them for a few minutes ant
then told them it was buzzards, and
don't believe you ever heard such
shout from few mouths as went VI
through the trees from around that shear
hole. We blew out our lamp,got into GU
saddles, and went home, certainly wise
if not as happy as when we went cut
and that is the last hunt have had afte
bears.-F0rest and Stream.