Louisiana capitolian., 1880-06-19
GRIZZLY AND TERRIER.
A CENTRAL PACIFIC BEAR YARN-THE
BEAR GETS HURT.

A CENTRAL PACIFIC BEAR YARN-THE
BEAR GETS HURT.
From the Pittsburg Dispatch:
The train was delayed several hours.
There were but halfa 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 in the mountains on the main line
Of the Central Pacific Railroad we could
see some kind of an animal coming down
out of the timber and making its way
over the top of the snow towards the
river. 1t looked like steer or a mule,
and mono of the travellers thought it was
anything else. The snow was about four
feet deep and frozen so hard that one
could walk over the top of it without
breaking through. Captain Vincent
YOre, of st. Louis, man we'll known in
steamboat circles both in St. Louis and
in Pittsburg, and in fact all along the
river, was one of the passengers. There
is considerable of the daredevil under
meath his quiet demeanor, having run
the upper Missouri in his early days and
attended many an Indian council along
with General Sherman when the General
lived in st. Louis. Yore was returning
from San Francisco, where he had been
to settle some railroad business for St.
Louis parties, and was fixed up neat and
bright as a new pin. He spied the
animal and said he thought it was
bear, and that if he had q gun he would
godown and shoot it. We all laughed
at him, for he did not look much like a
bear hunter, and the station agent, q
burly fellow, with red flannel shirt and
boots outside of his pants-a regular
picture of Forty-niner-joined in,
saying he would give him a gun if he
wanted to shoot the grizzly, Captain
Yore was a good shot and could he cool
under very trying circumstances, The
agent, who was at once the express agent,
ticket agent, baggage sly asher and
everything combined, went into his little
office and brought out beautiful
breech-loading rifle. Handing it to
Yore, he said sarcastically: "Here's a
gun Captain Iore took the gun and
started toward the end of the platform.
The passengers, of course, never dreamed
he was in earnest. The station agent
called him back when he had gone down
off the steps and, bringing out little
rat terrier dog Of the light woody Scotch
pattern, said:
"Here, you'll want dog when you 50
bear hunting
Captain Yore 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 seer, as he
made his way across the narrow valley.
He looked to be the size of horse,
and did not seem to care whether there
was anybody within shot distance of
him or not. The bear kept quietly in
his course, and Captain Yore went
straight toward him. The station agent
realized the danger Yore was in, and
his anxiety was quickly communicated
to the passengers. They got closer and
closer, until they were only about the
length fthe train apart. Yore stopped,
took out the little dog and set him down.
The terrier 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 minute 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
turned toward the captain. The pas
sengers, who were watching him, were
now wild with excitement. "He has
hit him. said the old Californians, and
now he must look out for him." Yore
never moved. The little snipe of dog
bit the bear on the heel again, be turned
once more, and again. Yore unloaded on
him. The bear slapped himself on the
other shoulder and Strengthened up as
if to 60 quickly at Yore. Then the
beast broke through the snow and most
disappeared from our sight. He tum-
bled and rolled and waltzed around.
The old Californians were almost breath.
less with fright. "The bear is tramping
out place to fight, run, run !" they
screamed to Yore, but he stood notion
less as q statue.
The little dog few around the top of
| the nit the hear had made harked