The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1892-12-05
SIZE CAN SYOOr FROM 4 BRONCO.
A California Woman Who Can show Tro-
piles OF Her STEADY Aim.

From he Chi~iyo Eems Record
One would never have imagined that the
quiet. dark-eycd woman who occupied a seat
in the Grand Central station for half hour
yesterday afternoon had ridden tho treacher-
Gus bronco and shot wildcats on the rocky
hills OF northern California. But the evidences
Of Mrs. l.. W. lIowor's prowess as hunter
were close at hand. Three beautiful wildcat
skins bound together with stout thongs OF
buckskin lay at her feet. One tawny tail had
struggled loose and peeped from under tho
heavy warming papers. lending II faint aroma
OF he wild West to the prosaic surroundings
81 the depot. In motherly canvas bag on
her right there wer" numerous trinketS OF the
NeSt-tL cone from Ii redwood tree and II string
Of wamnum shells which had once Graced the
throat Of u dancing: savage.
Mrs. Hover lrlt her home Mt Arcata. Hum
hoiIt county. Cal. last week over the Nerth ern
Pacific liaiiroa'i. arriving in Chicago yester-
n" city she departed on tho Baltimore md
Ohio road tor Pittsburgh. where she expects
to make an extended visit with her girlhood
friends
Full Of the fearless Western spirit OF indie
rcndcnce Mrs. Hover travels unaccompanied
except for the bundle Of wildcat skins and the
motner!y canvas bag. 1T "a tho first time she
has h been n East sine. as I. bride she followed
settled with him in IL lonely little cabin among
tho r"dwoods Of northern California. That
was fifteen years ago. when only tho hardest
OF pioneers had vc!turcd :" far away FROM San
Francisco into the dense Unmarked forests OF
tn. north.
like passages from som" exciting romance
They all begin with the little cabin which her
husband built as soon as his wife arrived
In those days Tho forests We're full OF wolves
and wildcats. to say no.hiD. OF deer and ante
lone. sometime, in the winter q huge
mountain by hunger. would prowl around
their cabin irving to steal stray sheep. Mr.
Hover We was away great pnrt Of thu time and
There would be conmotion in the flock OF
sheep browsing near the house. Mrs Hover
skulkine down. Dropping her sewing. she
would seize her rifle. vault upon the bronco
Uni oeky r The Of
sheep would guide her Presently there would
be u glimpse Of n dark object bounding heavily
lamr. The bronco would be brought to u
sudden standstill. a rifle deliberately ieve!ed,
quick report. and the dacs marauder would
fall back with T. snari of pain.
Whore iirs. Hover, is located AL traffic is
done by broncos. and no one thinks OF stir
ring out except upon the hack Of one OF those
sure footed animals From little flock OF
fine sheep Mrs. Hover has seen hex husband =
labor crowned with prosperity. until now ;'.90o
sheep nod over the steep pastures on the hills.
and II little band OF men Is required to attend
them. ,
hnc! to visit her friends. and Is carrying some
suggestive memento- al her life and ndven-
ture, in tho West. Sho is demur", pleasant.
faced woman. neatly dressed in black. She
tells C her experiences with II LITTLE, depre:
catory wave Of her maud. rs il il were the N ost
ordinary occurrence in the world for women to
ride broncos AMI shoot wildcats.
When was on the lU.lmnn car sho said
to Ners Resort reporter. " every one seemed
TO thi ink my experiences 50 remarkable. When
! told them how had gone out many times
and shot q deer for supper they cold hardly
believe me. Why. my little twelye-year-o old
boy has killed number Of wildcats. OF
course. whom first went out there was Il lit
tie lonely because there were no other women
within Il hundred miles. Now 1t is different.
and no one could hir" mo to live anywhere
til. folks down east II good deal. especially
when, ! tell them how the animals were
Killed"