The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-02-12
a REAL LION ROMANCE.
THE BRAVE EXPLOITS OF TWO
COLORADO HEROINES.
Afraid or Mice but Not Of Mons-Facetious
account Of tho Nerve OF Two Western
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Inc occurrence under consideration
took place near Pueblo, Col, toward
the head waters of Bob creek, says a
writer in the New York Tribune. We
need not remind the reader Of the
dangerous character of the upper Bob
creek neighborhood. It is only sur
passed by the same region along Bitter
creek. The condition of both localities
may be graphically, albeit fgurative-
ly. described by saying that in each
the OLD giasoutus sharpens his langs
on the bones of his dead. Carrie and
Maude Eames, aged respectively 18
and 20 years, lived with their parents
on ranch. Their father, Jim Eames,
was away on the grand jury, leaving
them in charge of the stock. What
was their surprise the next morning
after their fathers departure to find
that some animal had leaped the ten
foot fence around the horse corral and
killed and half devoured large Nor
man stallion, weighing some LOO
pounds. The next morning the man
gled carcass of another horse was
found in the corral. This was not to
be endured. Shouldering their trusty
repeating rifles, Carrie and Maud
Eames started up the lonely canyon of
the roaring and raging Bob creek.
They followed the animals trail east
ly by his tracks, which were six
inches in diameter and pressed deep
in the hard soil. Sometimes they
would notice where he had switched
his tail and cut off a sapling or shat
tered rock. Still they pressed on.
At last, in the afternoon, they were in
the ominous neighborhood where Bob
creek comes out of the ground. The
wind moaned and sobbed in the pines.
They could hear band of Ute Indians
holding a dance two miles the other
side OF the ridge. The sky was over
cast and snow-fakes foated in the air.
They pressed ON. In ten minutes they
came TO an immense hole in the ground,
down which the tracks led. It was
about six feet in diameter, dark and
forbidding. Maude seized a large
stone and threw it down the hole. It
struck the bottom with a crash. In
stantly there came from the cave a
piercing shrek. half human, half de-
moniac. We've found him!" cried
Maude gayly. Carrie grasped her gun
firmly and started to decend, like Gen.
eral Putnam of old, and dislodge the
beast. As she did so, common field
mouse, aroused by the stone, ran out
of the hole. Both girls screamed,
gathered their skirts about their
ankles and mounted convenient
stumps. IF the horrid place is full
of mice am not going into it, said
Carrie. s'Neither am l." answered
Maude. The mouse having disap-
peared they determined on a new plan.
Securing a fir pole twenty feet long
they lowered it into the hole.
1t did not touch the bottom, but
Maude had thoughtfully~ brought a
rawhide lariat, and tying this to the
end of the pole, they paid out thirty
feet of it. making fifty in all. At this
depth they felt something clutch the
pole. They knew that they had got a
bite, and began to haul in Their
catch was game and chung to the side
of the hole desperate, and constantly
emitted ear-pierciug, almost human
cries. They feared that their line
would break, but fortunately it did
not At last they grasped the upper
end of the pole and gradually began
to haul that into sight. The maddened
monster still continues to struggle
and fight at the other end. At last
they saw his eyeballs cleaning down
in the darkness. Leaving Maud te
land the beast Carrie seized her rifle
Maud gave one mighty pull and his
terrible head appeared above the
opening. Instantly the crack o
Carries rifle awakened the hiding
echoes of Bob creek canyon Another
pull by Maude AID the dead body OF
the monster lay at their feet lt$
teeth had been SO firmly embedded in
the end of the pole that it could moi
let go. 1t was an immense panther
or American tiger, more commonl,
called mountain lion, and weighed up
ward of 600 pounds. Tying the laria1
around its neck the young ladies
dragged it home behind them, where
they arrived in time to round up the
stock and make everything snug for
the night. When the writer called
the next day he found Carrie embroid-
ering table-scarf for a Christmas
present, while Maude sat at writing.
desk, busy at a poem which she in
tended to submit to Harper's. A
manicure set and navy revolver lay
near at hand. .-'.
The True Peace Maker
Don't be a grumbler. Some people
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