Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-14
TALES OF SPORTING.

Bison Bull as a Gathering Ram and a
Whole Game-Bag Full of Yarns.
colorado RegisterCall.
Some two months ago hunter over in
Mammoth park shot large owl. He
rushed up with the expectation Of finding
it struggling i'll the agonies of death, but
was somewhat surprised and startled to
find the bird standing erect and appar-
emily anxious to have revenge out of some
one for the injuries he had sustained and
the pain he was suffering. He made a
dash Cor the hunter, but it wac
evident that he was winged and could
not make much progress. The hun
ter secured long pole and determined to
make captive of his large-eyed highness,
If it was possible, without killing him.
This, after some trouble, he succeeded in
doing, but not until he was forced to club
the obstinate bird into partial submission.
He finally pinned him down to the earth
and then tied his legs together. A rope
with a running moose was thrown over his
head, so that when he became obstreperous
he could be choked into submission.
In this way the hunter succeeded in
dragging his captive to the road,
where an ore wagon soon passed
and he secured passage for himself and the
captive to the city. On arriving here the
bird, of course, attracted great attention.
He measured nearly ten feet from tip to
tip of each wing. He would snap as vic
iously as mad cur at the approach of any
one, and the only way one could near was
by first choking him down. What to do
with him is the question. The hunter had
about decided to take him outside the cor
porate limits and round up his career with
a rife shot, when Alexander Carstens, the
saloon man proposed to purchase the wild
fowl and attempt TO tame him.
The captive was taken to the rear of
Mr.. CarsteDs' establishment and chained
In the middle Of q store-room. Carstens
then went to work to civilize him, and re-
markable as it may seem, he accomplished
all that he set ont to do. The broken
wing at first aggravated the captive, but
this gradually got we'll, and in the course
OF three weeks was in as good condition as
the other. Fer nearly Ancnth he would
permit no one TO come inside OF his
prison, and il was necessary to throw
food into him by stealth. He soon learned
to know Carstens' voice, however, and
gradually his owner was permitted to
open the door and throw meat to him. In
this way the captor and captive made
friends, and iq the end the great
bird took dSight in having Mr..
Carstens come i'll and pat him on his
great head. Carstens always used endear-
ing words, such as ''Good old boy,n s'Does
you like your old boss, Aleck?' and 'sKiss
your papa" and all that king of thing.
The fame of that bird went all over the
state, but Mr.. Carstens would not part
with him. He had determined to keep
him, until few days ago a gentleman
came up from New Mexico, not only to
see him, but to purchase him. He had
come all the way from Santa Fe to have
that bird. They wanted it for museum
which is now travelling, but ultimately
would be fixture in Chicago. After
some bantering Mr.. Carstens agreed to take
800 for mis- pet, and the bargain was
closed and the money paid.
TOSSED BY BISON IN INDIA.
ieat. Chamberlain in London Field
was in the woods of the Maharajah with
a local guide when a huge bison bull
charged me unaware. He whizzed past
like battering ram, cutting large slab
of bark out with one of his horns.and, turn
ing almost in his own length, was round at
me again. This occurred four or five times,
but my attention was so fully taken up in
lodging him that could not get the rife
ready for use. To make a long story short,
it ended by my catching my foot in
creeper. 1 fell over backward, and as I
rose he ran in and tossed me. One horn
suppose his left one-fortunately went
clean through my breeches and flannel shirt,
tearing them to ribbons, and, as far as I
can remember, seemed to sit on his head,
while the other horn passed under my
right arm. He threw me long way, and
fell on my back under some bamboos,
the rifle dropping out of my hand from
the shock of being tossed. I was good
deal shaken and out of breath, but think
my first thought was that now he would
leave me- if 1 kept still, but he ran up
again and stood over my body, shaking
his huge head over my chest. I thought
then that it was hopeless. I could think
of nothing better to do to protect myself,
so sat up and struck him four OF five times
with my fists on one eye, which could
just reach when his head was
down. He shook his head and pushed me
back with his nose. I managed then to
plant several severe kicks on his muzzle
with my heavy hob-nailed boots and he
commenced sparring at my legs with his
horns. I did my best to keep them out of
the way, but got few bruises on the
8 hins.
This began to get monotonous and I
knew another toss would not find friendly
pair Of pants. He was still standing over
me when 1 got in good volley of hob-nails
on his nose, shouted at him and sat up to
hit him again. Then, to my intense re-
lief, he gave below, left me and went
crashing off down the hill. I never saw
the bull again.
ONE BUCK KILLS ANOTHER.
Petersburg Index-Appeal.]
The particulars of a very remarkable oc-
currence near Brander's bridge, in Ches
terfeld county, were received here on yes
terday. It seems that a, son of Charles
Harrison and another gentleman named
Biard were out opossum hunting, some
nights ago, in the vicinity of the bride,
when they heard their dogs baying in
reedy swamp close by. The gentlemen
then concluded to go home and procure a