The Forrest City times., 1891-07-17

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 Valley and the mountains surrounding it are infested with bears, both grizzlies and cinna- mons, and their ravages on the small herds of cattle and swine in the region are by no means the least of the small rancher's troubles
 In little canyon branching off from the trail which leads up to Gov. Water mans mine lives little rancher named Greenwood. One night in August Greenwood was awakened by a tre- mendous commotion in the pig-corral. The rancher arose and got down his rifle. His wife got mp and peered out of the window of the cabin. To their horror there stood an enormous grizzly. He had squealing porller under his left arm, and in anticipation of the coming feast his face wore a joyous expression. The two hastily retired indoors and the huge bear leisurely walked off with his prize.
 Next morning the ranchman gave the alarm. That afternoon five miners armed to the teeth with Winchesters and sawed off shot guns loaded slugs went down to the Greenwood ranch and thus be- fore the moon rose took up positions in some oak trees in the pig corral About o'clock the watchers. with bated breath and trembling with excitement. heard an ominous rustling in the low chapparal. Every man cooked his rifle, but to make sure work determined not to fire until the bear had gotten into thecorral. In moment huge. lumber ing form came floundering out of the brush, and, horrorsl another one Then n third. ..Now boys.n Crackl Crack! responded every rifle again.
 When dawn broke they made an in- ventory of the slain. To their deep chagrin, and to Rancher Greenwood's deeper disgust, they found nine dead hogs stretched out and not one bear. This was too much for Mr Greenwood; with tears in his eyes he besought the amateur riflemen to leave lin alone with his bears in future II would much rather have the bears around, he said, than such hunters as you"
 A few days later Gov. Waterman visited his mine, and was told about Ranchcr Grceriwood's unwelcome guests, The governor is something of n wag and resolved to have some fun. He wrote to State Fish Commissioner Joe Redding, Dr. I. de Earth Short, of Los Angeles and his private secretary, Marcus D. BoruclS. telling them of the find in the mountains. and asking them to get up n hunting party. Gov. Water mans secretary had not lost any griz- xlies and did not care to 20 in pursuit of one. He declined to join the party and turned over his invitation to Charley Yale, secretary of the San Francisco Yacht club. Yale Is great on a flying jib.
 The party thus organized set out for Gov. Waterman's mine early in Sep tember. The bears had not been visible for several days and Rancher Greenwood reported that he had not lost hog in . week. It was therefore reported that there should be recon noisance of the neighborhood by day light. As guide and one posted in woodcraft the party had engaged . long. lank Texan named Tip Ferguson. Tho party walked several miles up the canyon from the Greenwood cabin. and were about to return when their ears caught the sound of squealing as from . litter of very young pigs.
 Look sharp. boys" exclaimed Tip Ferguson. There's Q grizzly not far oil. This is . bears cache. He killed that SOW not more than an hour ago, and has gone after his mate. Let us cover 1t up, pigs and all, just as he left it, and wait till night. Meantime we will go back to the cabin for supper"
 The evening shadows were falling and the the party started for the cabin. About 100 feet from the cache was marshy swale several feet wide which 1t was necessary to cross to get to the cabin. The party crossed this in single hle, led by Tip Ferguson, and were soon at the cabin. While supper was preparing the arms were got out and examined. X can being fastened to the end of a long pole and lighted, was to be borne aloft to illuminate the for est The doctor had also provided some leaden slugs two inches long to be fired from his shotgun, and this, with . brace of revolvcrs and long, black bottle, with which to cheer the night watches completed his outfit.
 Commissioner Bedding depended upon his Winchester and great hunt ing-knife. as did also Commodore Yale, but Mr Keely of Boston was confident that he needed no other weapon than his trusty lariat.
 The party recrossed the swale in safety, and moved with the utmost caution and in breathless silence. Their hearts beat violently, and for the first time little MT. Kcely began to