Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-10-15
LAWYER AND BEAR
The Story of Hunter Who Had a Reputs
ton to Maintain.

RRDuta~
ton to Maintain.
Did you ever hear true bear story?
asked A. S. Trude in a recent interview.
No? Well, will tell you one that YOU
may fully vouch for without rislLino
your title to a front room in one of the
mansions prepared for good men.
One day friend of mine, who shared
with me the distinction of being a
tenderfoot, proposed that the two of us
go after bear. I don't know what in
sane spirit prompted me to accept the
proposition, but 1 did jump at the
chance, and alone we sailed forth to
chase a bear to its lair and there slav it.
We had not been out from camp
more than an hour when we ran onto
fresh bear tracks. These we followed
mile after mile, gaining encouragement
from the fact that we knew that we
were not rapidly gaining on his bear
ship, until suddenly we found them
leading into a cave that opened into a.
small hill. Hoping that it was black
bear or that we had been misled and
had followed a coyote to its den, we
stationed ourselves back about one
hundred yards from the mouth of the
cave and waited for our prisoner to
make its appearance.
Suddenly, without warning growl
there appeared at the opening in the
hill silver tip bear as large as a COM
mon sized elephant. The animal stood
for moment with it's nose well up in
the air shifting Right here let me say
parenthetically that besides being the
iercest species of bear, and able to car
ry more lead than any other animal,
{1,Ac ell r.
that is the envy of every bloodhound in
| the country.
Well, he stood there for Just mo-
ment, without making a sound, and
then he growled. When he growled 1
relinquished every idea of killing him
that fingered in my mind; and without
| giving time to vain regrets l graspcd
my rifle firmly in my left hand and
made for camp. For about ten minutes
I touched ground only in high places,
and then l stopped for breath. Toiling
along behind me was my companion,
whose face bore a happy sort of a l.
have-seen-a-bear-an and escaped express
sion.
After another run in order 20 insure
safety, we sat down together upon a
log and compared notes. We differed
only in regard to the size of the bear.
| contended that when on all tours he
would not stand more than eight feet
tall; my friend asserted that he was
fully ten feet in height. AS he was a
| little closer to the cave than I when the
bear appeared he should have been the
better able to render an unbiased opin.
ion, so withdrew and we made unan-
imous story to the party at camp.
The silver tip is ferocious beast that
does not know the primary meaning of
fear. He will carry mine of lead in
his physique without any apparent
trouble. There is one in that region
that has been shot fifty times, has killed
twelve professional hunt ers, and grows
reason to believe that it was the same
bear that my friend and l did not kill.
Now, the ordinary hunter would tell
about having killed that bear Just as
its claws touched his shoulder. 1 am
an honest man with a reputation to
maintain So far as 1 know, the animal
still prowls through the glades and
caverns of the Idaho mountains. Fish
and game it is said, contain much phOs-
phorus, which operates on the brain of
man, enlivening the imagination. For
this reason, l suppose, many hunters,
who are ordinarily pious, will lie like
drummers when it comes to telling of
their own exploits. I am not of that
kind, however, and only tell the facts.
After that bear hunt, some way l lost
my ambition, and in few days we
started home.-Chicago Inter Ocean.