The Arizona sentinel., 1888-10-20
A BRAVE HUNTER.
He Goes After Bear, and Sure Enough,
 He Finds One.

He Finds One.
 ''I tell yoat, all want now is to meet a bear, or lion, or panther, or some thingi" cried ten-year-old Charlie, as he proudly showed his oak bow and gaily painted arrows, which Peter Semps, an Indian boy, had given him.
 "Wouldn't our old Billy sheep do as we'll P'' laughed papa.
 Billy sheep!' answered Charlie, a1- most ready to cry. ''Just wait and you'll see, papa! I'm going hunting"
 Now papa had planted large field of fodder-corn, which grew so tall that a man on horseback could barely see over the tops in places. Here was just the place for bear-hunt-so our Charlie thought.
 He marched boldly down the hill, and entered the corn-feld, while papa watched him with twinkling eyes. Per- haps he was thinking of the time when he, too, owned bow and arrow.
 ''He will get lost !'' said mamma, anx- iouxly. Mammas are always anxious about ten-year-old boys, you know.
 No, no !'' laughed papa 'Let him go. He will have good time, and nothing can hurt him there. Let him go; it is real forest to him. I'll send Brave by and by. He can fetch him out if he iS lost.''
 But papa didn't know what there was 46o4 oo~, 6o1d 1i1-fA even dream the truth, or else Charlie wouldn't have gone there alone, you
 For a time Charlie went on gaily among the long, shady rows. It was quite like 8 forest. Frisky squirrels chattered, and ran away before him; tiny mice peered at him with bright, questioning eyes, and once he started flock of partridges, which were looking for their supper; but such game was too small for our young hunter. He was after bear-Grad he fou'1d 1! Over toward the real woods, where the sweetcorn was planted, and the rows were thinner, and not as tall, he saw a great black bear, sitting upright upon his launches, and stripping the ears of tender corn. What a splendid chance! Charlie trembled with excitement, and perhaps he was little, only little, frightened. He dropped upon one knee, as he had seen Pete do, fitted his prettiest arrow and twanged the bow.
 ''Ouf! ouf!" said the bear, as the ar row whizzed by him, just touching the tip of one round ear.
 Then he spied Charlie, who was just fitting another arrow with eager, trembling hands. He didn't stop f pick out the prettiest one this time. This one struck him plump on the nose. and, dropping upon his forefeet, he shuffled toward Charlie.
 The brave hunter became the hunted. That was more than he had bargained for, and, throwing down his bow and arrows, he gave a screech, and darted ahead, anywhere, with that great black blear close behind him!
 After Charlie left, papa sat on the verandah, and smiled as he read. Then a man came hurriedly up the walk.
 ''Seen any thing of bear round here?" he said. ''I belong to Locks circus, and our best-performing bear got loose last night. We've tracked him as far as your corn-feld-"
 ''Our corn-feldr' gasped mamma ''And Charlie"
 ''Pooh! The animal is tame, and won't hurt him." said papa; but his face was very pale, as he snatched up his hat, and whistled for Brave, then led the way toward the corn-feld.
 Seek him, Brave! Seek him, good dogr' he said, when they reached the spot where Charlie had entered the corn.
 Away went the dog, and away went papa, and the circus man after him.
 They heard Charlie scream, saw him dashing through the corn, and the next instant the great brute lunged forward, and caught the little hunter in his strong paws.
 ''Don't ye be a mite oneasy, sir," said the circus man. That's only one of his tricks. Stand back; I'll soon have him safe. Down, Brutusi down, sirl'' and the bear instantly obeyed.
 So Charlie had his bear-hunt-rather too much of it; but l shall always be thankful that that circus man was SO near.-E. H. Strattola, is Youth's Com- panion.
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