The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1892-07-02

ever seen. and l at once determined
to kill him. So l crept cautiously up
the mountain, keeping out of sight
of the bear as much as possible. l
got within 100 yards of him, and
taking careful aim just back of the
shoulder, | let drive. The bear fell
at the crack Of the gun, but he was
on his feet again in a n instant, and
without stopping to take any aim at
all he came tearing down the noun
tain in a bee line for where l stood.
My rifle was "a muzzle loader, and l
had no time to reload it. In fact, l
don't believe / would have had time
to reload a Winchester just then. l
was not half so anxious to kill the
bear as | was to ave my WI bacon.
IA tree stood below me, and with
out stopping to measure its size or to
consider its adaptability as place OF
refuge l sprang to it and went like a
coon chased by a pack of hounds. /
had reached the lower branches,
about ten feet from the ground, and
had not yet thought of looking down,
when l heard the bear scratching at
the foot of the tree and imagined he
was coming up after me.
We'll, he didn't come, and when l
had climbed about as high as l could
get l straddled a limb to await de-
velopments. Bruin stood on his hind
legs and scratched about a peck of
bark off the tree. growing and snarl-
ing all the time. Then he got down
on all tours, and after walking two
or three times around the tree he
finally lay down, resting his head on
his paws like a big dog.
Il began to feel easy now and con-
graduated myself on my fortunate
escape. l thought the bear would
soon get tired of keeping watch and
would get up and go away. He did
nothing of the kind, however, and
hour after hour l sat there in that
tree, watching the bear. imagined
could see him move occasionally,
and each time | thought, Now he is
going to get up But he lay still,
and finally l began to break branches
and throw them down on him, and
yelled at him until l was hoarse. 1t
was all in vain. There he lay, and
he seemed determined to remain
there until he starved me out. My
situation began to grow desperate.
Night was approaching, and already
| was SO stiff from my cramped posi-
ton that l could scarcely move.
Something must be done, and it must
be done quickly. There vas but one
thing to do, and that was to get out
of that tree.
My rifle lay on the upper side,
and the bear was below the tree. l
climbed down to the lower branches,
and breaking off a few of the small
er limbs l threw them down at the
bear. He did not move. He must
be asleep, l thought, and now was
my time. Carefully and n~oiselessly
| Skinned it down the tree until l
was within six feet Of the ground,
when l sprang OF OF the upper side,
grabbed my gun and ran like a
scared wolf to some rocks fifty yards
away. When safely behind the
rocks l peeped out. The bear had
not moved. Then / loaded my gun,
and drawing a careful bead with a
dead rest over a rock, l shot the
brute square between the eyes. Still
he did not move. Again l loaded
my rifle, cooked it and walked cau-
tiously toward the bear. When
close enough 1 picked up a stone and
struck him with it. He did not seem
to mind it any.
''Then | mustered up courage to
approach close enough to poke him
with my gun. He was as stiff as a
poker and had been dead for hours.
| had been in the tree all day, freed
by a dead bear! AS l said before, |
was a tenderfoot then."-New York
Sun.