St. Paul daily globe., 1888-01-30

the thickest part of the jumpers.
No amount of rock throwing would
disiodge him from this, nor shooting
either. The Englishmen talked some
of going in after him, trusting to luck
to bowl him over at close quarters; but
after considering his
PHENOMENAL CAPACITY
for bullets, we voted that it would be
sheer suicide to do 1t.
What was TO be done? The chances
were that he would stay where he was
and bleed to death, anyhow, but'We
naturally wanted to finish him up In
style. argued that we ought to burn
him out. After trying for over an hour
to coax him out, the others told me to
go ahead.
In the back part of the pocket was
lot of dried grass and dead brush. Ihls
l calculated to set fire to by throwing
whisp of burning grass down from where
l stood when | threw the rocks. The fire
i'm the rear of the pocket, | reckoned,
would drive Old Eph out to the front
amt give the Britishers another change
to bowl him over. Taking a bunch
of dry grass, | clambered up again,
and proceeded to set it on fire, but,
while STOPPING down out of the
wind on the narrow fOOthOld to
light match, the piece of rock l was
standing on gave way, and down L went,
into the pocket! have been in several
mighty tight places in my time, but |
don't mind owning up feeling badly
scared when | picked myself up and
realized my position. True, had
Colts navy and bowie, but from late
experiences with Old Eph it looked as
if might just as well have been armed
with pea-shooter. Every moment |
eXected TO hear hls coarse ''whoOp."
and to see him come dashing saVagely
out of the brush, now within almost
arms reach.
Fortunately, had plenty of matches
in my pocket, and i'll a jitfy had set
fire to the grass and got behind the
flames.
The fire worked we'll, and in a couple
OF minutes went blazing and cracking
into the thicket. A noise that sounded
considerably like the whining of a badly
scared cub attracted my attention. and
then heard the crack of the WincheS-
terS, and shortly after second yOlley.
1t was good hour before the brush had
burned down so that was able to escape
from the pocket. | then learned that
the whinnying noise | heard was no
fancy, but the actual cry of cub.
When the fire got to going, and when
| heard the whinnying, out dashed not
only Eph, but the she bear and the cub
| also. While Old Eph had been showing
fight they had
BEEN LYING LOW
in the thickeSt of the brush, waiting to
see what would turn up. Had we de-
cided to follow the old bear into the
| thicket when the question came up we
| should have run foul of the biggest kind
OF surprise, for we supposed the she
bear and the cub were miles away.
| Old Eph charged utupon the English
men, and, as they emptied their Win
cheSterS into him, the squaw and the
cub scuttled sharply around to the right
and went helter-Skelter down the bank
and out of sight. The yolley knocked
the old bear over, but he rallied again
| and made another attempt to charge. 1t
was his last rally; the odds were too
much for him, and the second vOlley
had heard laid him out.
He was the worst riddied carcass of a
bear had ever seen. We sat down and
counted up the number OF shots that
had been pumped into him, and we
found it to be no less than tWenty-six.
He was shot through and through the
stomach and the neck; about the only
vital spot that had escaped free was the
brain. One bullet had gone down his
throat, and another had bored hole
through his heart, which was the shot
that probably finished him.