The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-02-04
FIGHTING A BIG BEAR.
A Young Irish Baron's sharp En-
counter with q MOusSrous Griz.

A HOum& lr1en DafOhe SmdTp Eh
counter with q MOusSrous Grix.
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Helena (Mont3 Herald.]
Mr.. Jameson, the young Irish baron,
who, for the past several years, has jour
neyed from the green sod to engage in
hunting and fishing sports in Montana,
was unusually successful this season, his
wagon returning loaded with the antlers
Of elk, moose, deer, mountain sheep and
antelope, and the pelts of grizzly and
black bear, mountain lion, lynx, wild
cat and other splendid trophies Of the
chase. These valuable possessions, care
fully preserved and packed have gone
forward to the old country, while Mr..
Jameson disbanding his party Of four,
and accompanied by his body servant,
starts soon on journey around the
world, sailing from San Francisco to
China early in September.
In this connection an adventure, in
which Mr.. Jameson and q bear we're the
sole participants, is worth relating. One
night last month, while bivouacked on
Cascade Greek, east of the Muscleshell,
well-deined tracks were left about the
camp, indicating that while the party
peacefully slept the premises had been
invaded by huge grizzly. The follow
ing morning, while breakfast was prepar-
ing, the young Irishman, armed with his
trusty rifle, started down the creek, trail
ing the beast half mile to point lead
ing into a thicket of underbrush
skirting to a considerable width the
stream on both Sides
Making slight detour, Jameson
pushed his way cautiously into the
thicket, the slight noise Of his carefully
picked footsteps being muffled by the
rolEGking waters leaping and tumbling
over successive falls. Hating suddenly
and parting the bushes, the intrepid
hunter espied his game, leisurely at rest,
scarcely thirty yards away. He con-
ciuded the bear was his, and with steady
aim at vital parts, sent two bullets in
rapid succession into the broadly pre-
sented side of the beast. There was a
fierce growl, and the wounded animal,
parting the brush and saplings like grain
stalks, pushed vigorously toward his
assailaht.
Unable to get another unobstructed
shot, and understanding his peril, Jane
son, with great presence Of mind, quick
ly retreated towards the creek. the bear
pursuing and close at his heels. There
was no time to halt or turn aside, and
reaching the bank the hustled sportsman,
holding aloft his rifle, leaped for the
water, landing in pool to the depth of
his armpits. A moment later and the
enraged brute, bursting through the will
lows and saplings, confronted him on
the margin of the brook. jam
eson, prepared for his enemy,
with promptness and precision
put two more shots into the great
beast, who, in the very act Of taking to
the water after his prey, tumbled to the
ground, dead. Jameson, scrambling out
Of his unprecedented bath, returned to
camp, intercepting on the way two of
his comrades, summoned by the report of
his rifle, and fastening to his aid. After
breakfast team was hitched up, and
strapped to poles the huge carcass Of
bruin was hauled up 10 the camp and
skinned. The heft OF this monster was
placed at 1000 pounds, and the pelt, ex-
hibited to number Of men esteemed to
be good Judges in such matters, more
than sustained the estimated weight OF
the beast. ......