Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-11-27
A GOOD BEAR STORY.
David FOISom.s Method of Hunting
Bruin in the Wilds OF Montana.
From the Deer Lodge New Northwest.

From the Deer Lodge New Northwest.
David Folsom. of Smith River Valley, stepped
into his spring wagon this morning to be driven
by Mr.. Aaron GOodale to Laneys Station. Be-
yOnd Mr.. FOfsOm's meadows the road is I'M
fenced and meanders dagonally across three
mile stretch of sage brush. prckly pear and
badger holes; the ascent to the plateau beyond
Is through gulch so deep that a team climbing
this rise would be entirely hidden from any one
standing but little way above. Mr.. Folsom
had scarcely reached the brow of this hill when
his horses stopped with quick snort and he
behed at few rods distance a cinnamon bear
standing face toward him in the middle of the
road. The only arms of Mr.. Folsom and his
companion were jack-knives. Mr.. Folsom con-
ceived the idea OF pressing Bruin to return with
him to his ranch.
He accordingly put his horses into q run, and,
making as short circuit as possible, was soon
between the bear and the mountains for which
the beast was making with all convenient speed.
1t looked for single instant as if the bear had
notion of cOntesting the right of way. But he
struck off diagOnal!y for the valley. The circle
had been made with comparative ease on the
level surface of the plateau. but on this headlOng
race down the bluf-Over sage brush. badger
holes. rocks. ditches-the wagon leaped swayed,
and pitched like mad thing. 1t is no wonder
that poor Bruin again turned his course, when.
after chase OF mile. this jerking flying roar
Ing phenomenon appeared between him and the
HHOuHtdlIlS IUSttdI Oh CROSSING the TO8u again.
he kept it for half mile and until he was within
two miles of Mr.. FOlSOms house when he made
another wild rush around the fences for the
mountains Such was his extraordinary swift
ness AMI endurance that, even on the open road
Mr.. Folsom was obliged TO keep his horses at the
sharpest trOt in order TO equal the bears speed,
and when again their course lay over the sage
brush he had run up mile before they could
Oyertake him by their maddest galioping re-
tarded as they were 10y aWagOn which the actors
in the scene grayely aver bounced twcnty-four
feet into the air at every plunge of the horses.
Bat at last he lcaped the fye-rail fence like q
deer, and with apparently undmnShed speed
rushed through tie pasture. 1t is needless to say
that his pursuers made short work of the fence
but meantime he had distanced them cOnsdera-
bly,. and among the fences he undoubtedly had
the best of them. The chase continued as madly
as before. but only for few moments for like
another brave Mcntanian, poor Lord Bruin re
solved to have drink if it was the last act of
his military career" His tongue was lolling far
out. his eyes were bursting with the heat. he
indlscreetly plunged intOa deep slough. thereby
signing his own death warrant. The wagon was
driven at full speed toward the house. Mr.. Fol-
som shouting % his men to saddle his horse and
bring his gun. Ten minutes later sharp rifle
report, followed by groan and splash, told
that the cinnamon bear. which had been herded
for four miles in spring wagon, would no more
trouble the eve lamb of the flock