The Russellville Democrat., 1880-07-29
CAPT. YORE's NERVE.
His Encounter with Grizzly While Wait ing for a Train.
 Pittsburg Dispatch

His Encounter with a Grizzly While Wait ing for Train.
 Pittsburg Dispatch.
 The train was delayed several hours. 1 There were but half dozen passengers all told, and they all got out on the little station platform. In looking down the valley from the station (Truckee is away up the mountains on the main line of | the Central Pacific railroad), we could see some kind of an animal coming down cut of the timber and making it's way over the top of the snow toward the river. It looked like steer or a mule, and none of the travellers thought it was anything else.
 The snow was four feet deep and | frozen so hard that one could walk over the top without breaking through. Capt Vincent Tore, of St. Louis, man well known in steamboat circles, both in St. Louis and Pittsburg, and, in fact, l all along the river, was one of the pass engers. There is considerable of the daredevil underneath his quiet de- meanor; having run the upper Missouri l in hls early days and attended many an Indian council along with Gen. sherman when the general lived in St. Louis. Tore was returning from San Francisco, | where he had been to settle some rail- road business for St. Louis parties, and was fixed up neat and bright as pin. He spied the animal and said he thought it was a bear, and that if he had gun he would go down and shoot it. We all laughed at him, for he did not look much like bear hunter, and the station agent, a burly fellow with a red flannel shirt, and boots outside of his pants-a regular picture of a forty-niner-joined in, saying he would give him a gun if he wanted to shoot the grizzly. Captain Tore was good shot and could be cool under trying circumstances. The station agent. who was at once the express agent, ticket agent, baggage smasher, and everything combined, went into his office and brought out beautiful breech-loading rifle. Handing it to Tore, he said, sarcastically, Here's a gun." Captain Tore took the gun and started toward the end of the platform. The passengers, of course, never dream ed he was in earnest.
 The station agent called him back when he had gone down off the steps, and bringing ovta little rat-tarrier dog of the light, woody Scotch pattern, said:
 Here, you'll want dog when you go bear-hunting." eeH
 Capt. Tore turned back: picked up the dog, and putting it under the flap of his coat, started down toward the bear the grizzly had by this time got out far enough to be plainly seen. as he made his way across the narrow valley. He looked to be the size of horse, and T <.>f fr,n ,,afl l,n anybody within short distance of him or not. The Rocky Mountain grizzly is the largest, and, when aroused, the ern North America. Travellers on the Union and Central Pacific railroad are familiar with the specimen that is caged station of the California end of the line. It has foot like a Fifteenth amend ment," and is as large as Kerry COW.
 The bear kept quietly in his course and Capt. Tore went straight toward him. The station agent realized the danger Tore was in, and his anxiety was quickly communicated to the pass engers. They got closer and closer until they were only about the length of the train apart. Tore stopped. took out the
 
 rier made for the bear at once, and, going 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, Tore, who had been standing motionless, watched 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 Califor- nians on the train, 'and now he must look out for him." Tore never moved, the little snipe of dog bit the bear on the heel again; he turned once more and again Tore unloaded on him. The bear slapped himself on the other shoulder and strengthened up as if to go quickly at Tore Then the beast broke through and almost disappeared from our sight. he tumbled and rolled and waltzed around. The old Californians were almost breathless with fright. "The bear Is tramping out place to fight; rum runl' they screamed to Tore, but he stood motiOnles as a statue. The little dog flew around the top of the pit the bear had made and parked. Pres ently the bear put ont his head to get his assailants position, and fixing his eyes on Tore crawled up out of his hole in the snow. He had just steadied him. self on his fore legs when the dog bit hlm once more, and Tore let him have it again, quick as flash, the momeRt he turned. and another tune the grizzly shipped himself with his paw, indicat- tag he bad been hit He started on tsat toward Tore, who now had four leads left Ia his rife. Twice again the aaa hif the bear, and at each time he turned Tore unioaded into him, bring iug hls rife up Co his lace as quickly as l he ihrUs a weavefs shuttle Alter be had hrcd The fourth load and the EFszxly's bare was not slackened up HsAeh. ~ You eomid scarcely notice his limp Norc turned Co move back q few psses. and as he did zo he broke through the enoN and went fowu Co his armpits. fhe pasanEers exporting every moment so sec tbe infgriafed monster crush s,af Neres covered their eyes in perfect teFrsT.
 Tho teaF had 9et within few yards ag Naie. ana hul a few seconds would 8ntiie N fhe d0N hit him again, and kare. sho had tho rsae firmly sighted, faafei t inta him tao loals in quick safscssiuo, kHd sifetehed him as he was alHapei ai fse cnd ei the rifle. The whnle thinF aerurfed sn lees time than a tAAea tn tvA t fhe passrnsers rushed Aeww with a ssunf They brought the tese atgo4as baFk in triumph.