The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-07-17

North America. Travellers on the Union
and Central Pacific Railroad are
familiar with the specimen that is Gagged
on the platform at Lathrop, an eating
station of the California end of the line.
1t has a foot like a Fifteenth amend
ment," and is as large as Kerry cow
The bear kept quietly in his course,
and Capt. Yore went. straight toward
him. The station agent realized the
danger Yore was in, and his anxiety
was quickly communicated to the paSsen-
gers. They got closer and closer, until
they were only about the length of the
train apart. Yore stopped, took out the
little dog, and set him down. The ter
rier made for the bear at once, and, 60
ing behind him, bit him on the heel.
The bear turned around to see what had
scratched him on the foot, and the min
ute he turned Yore, who had been
standing motionless, watching the bear
as it came face toward him, brought
the rifle up to his nose and flashed it at
him. The bear Immediately slapped
himself on the shoulder with his paw
and went toward the Captain. The
passengers, who were watching him,
were now wild with excitement.
He has hit him. said the old Cali
fornians on the train, "and now he
must look out for him." Yore never
moved. The little snipe of dog bit
the bear on the heel again. Yore un-
loaded on him. The bear slapped HIM
self on the other shoulder and straight
ened up as if to 90 quickly at Yore.
Then the beast broke through the snow
and most disappeared from our sight.
He tumbled and rolled and waltzed
around. The old Californians were
almost breathless with fright. "The
bear is trampling out place to fight;
run, rum" they screamed to Yore, but
he stood motionless as statue. The
little dog flew around the top of the
pit the bear had made and barked.
Presently the bear put out his head to
get his assailant's position, and, fixing
his eyes on Yore, he crawled up out of
his hole in the snow. He had just
steadied himself on his four legs when
the dog bit him once more, and Yore
let him have it again, quick as flash,
the moment he turned, and another
time the grizzly slapped himself with
his paw, indicating he had been hit. He
started on trot toward Yore, who now
had four loads left in his rifle. Twice
again the dog bit the bear, and at each
time as he turned Yore unloaded into
him, bringing his rifle up to his face as
quickly as if he threw weaver's shuttle.
After he had fired the fourth load and
the grizzly's pace was not slackened up
much, as you could scarcely notice his
limp, Yore turned to move back few
PAGES, and as he did so he broke
through the snow and went down to his
armpits. The passengers, expecting
every moment to see the infatuated
monster crush poor Yore, covered their
eyes in perfect terror.
The bear had got within a few yards
of Yore, and but a few seconds would
decide it. The dog bit him again, and
Yore, who had the rifle firmly sighted,
poured it into him, two loads in quick
succession, and stretched him, as he
was almost at the end of the rifle. The
whole thing occurred in less time than
it takes to tell it. The passengers rushed
down with a shout. They brought the
huge carcass back in triumph. Cor.
Pittsburgh Dispatch.