The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1888-12-13
FAIR PAPITA'S LEAP.
Pursued by a Bear She Takes a
Last Chance for Life.
Bruin Is Killed by Mountain Lion, the
Lion Is Shot by Gallant Hunter,
and Paplta Bobs Up Serenely
From Below.

The Silver City (Mont.) correspond
ent Of the Cincinnati Enquirer sends
the following remarkable tale:
These mountains are as rich in adj
ventures as they are in quartz-rock and
big powders, he writes. Once in awhile
one of the first is heard of beyond its
immediate participants, just as the
quartz now and then shows up silver
vein to the persistentinquisitive miner.
Some OF these have been duly chroni-
cled, but not the tenth part of those
which have happened, even within
easy reportorial reach, have been
heard Of by me. A few days ago Hank
Slicer. an old hunter, who fought the
Indians long before he came up into
the mountains ten years ago, dropped
into our little mining camp, casually,
as it were. The old man is garrulous,
after he has taken on about half a
dozen three-fnger doses of Bourbon,
and he told half a dozen beautifully
tinted stories of life in the mountains.
That is, the stories were rose-colored
"a man with strong imagination and
slight prejudice against Hank might
say they were ''lurid." All of them
were highly entertaining. Fortunately
ne had collateral evidence of the truth
OF some Of them, though no one ever
disputed any statement by Hank Slicer
unless Hank was either asleep or out
Of sight and tolerably certain not to re-
turn for some time. One of his stories
shall give. It's pity it can not be
given verbatim and with all the orna-
ments OF adjective and expletive, gest-
ure and facial contortion with which
Y was duly embellished by tho old
man. But to do so would require a
special font of type with several new
characters. Stripped Of all disguises
me story is about as follows:
Slicer has spent the summer camped
On aspur of the mountains, thirty or
iorty miles from here, known as Big
Tree Mountain. This spur is wide
one, and has many lovely little valleys
ana charming hooks. Its chief charm
N old Hank's eyes, however, was the
'act that its valleys and glens are the
caosen feeding ground of the deer, and
'aat Its many pellucid streams are
caock-full of the finest trout. With
nanx was an old Indian, half-breed,
'no, o. course, took along his squaw
and her membranes, rather bright,
wppercolored girl of fourteen or fif-
een, three or four smaller fry, their
number, ages and sex being quite inn
Iaserlal. Running Antelope" was
~ uioal name, though Hank always
saaea nlm "Half-breed Jim" when re-
'olfing to him in mixed society of
xmch the latter was not a part. The
wv mac known each other and camped
se'ner OF and on for score or more
y Iears. This summer they must have
aa . aparticularly royal and hilarious
ae, with the squaw to do their cook
s' sne Kids to do the chores, venison
ssSaks running free and thick in their
saaoor pantry, and trout fairly crowd.
.lg around every hook that was thrown
1ao the streams. Such q state Of
I aaa'fs means beatitude itself to an
.aulan family and an old Rocky Noun.
a1n hunter, and that it was enioyed
s0ss without saying.
ene Day. just about the time of ou,
asnest weather here, when the black
s.1'es IN the scattered brier patches
l,ss sss iuxuriantly ripe, old Hank had
aalls atrolled out with his gun and
49, s' feady for any thing which nigh
AN ss nus path. Nothing showed up
s,,se sss,ssever-the day was an exceedinel,
bss y one In August-and the old maj
So urned his face toward camp. ant
- within two miles Of it, when b,
es,.s s out upon little opening on /,
snern exposure that was fairly vel
81 4. e e blackberry bushes, now bendine
= 'oads Of ripe berries. They wer,