St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-06-08
HUNTING THE GRIZZLY.
How Bruin Was Cheated Out of a
Good Supper.


Good Supper.
New Bedford Standard.
One dark dav in winter, during
heavy snow blizzard, with the thermom
eter down to 40 deg. and the wind at the
rate of forty miles all hour, when the
mere thought of ''out DOORS sent a
cold shudder through the system, ma
tive came rushing into the station ex-
claiming: ''Nannook! hammock! nan
nookW
To say that all were startled would be
speaking mildly. We were excited. A
few queries put to the native located
bruin about ten rods from the station,
quietly eating his breakfast from dead
walruS that mad drifted ashore the fall
before. Grasping our rifles, handing
one to the native, which we kept con-
venient at hand, showing few cart
ridges into our pockets, throwing on
whatever garments came at hand, we
sailed forth for Mr.. Bruins skin.
A short distance from the station the
assistant passed the writer. his long
legs having a decided advantage in
wallowing through the deep snow.
Some four or five rods from the station
the steward was met returning with
face and ears frozen. The writer, how
ever, kept on doing his best to keep
the two hunters. just seen through
the dimness ahead, in sight, when
he heard the report of rife,
quickly followed by the report of an
other; thinking that bruin had at last
succumbed, the writer hurried on until
he came to the dead walruS, when he
stopped to listen. Nothing of bruin or
hunters could be seen, and nothing but
the bowling of the winds could be
heard. Retracing his steps he arrived
at the station with his face frOSt-bltten
and both ears frozen. Some half an
hour after the assistant and native re-
turned. and the assistant tells the fol-
lowing story:
Approaching the place they suddenly
came upon bruin quietly feeding scarcely
ten PAGES distant. The native being in
advance, without intimating his inten-
tons, raised his rifle and fired, causing
bruin to raise his head and give an
ominous growl. The assistant, i'll order
to use his rifle more deXterOusly. had
taken the mitten in his right hand, in
his agitation dropped it. and the
wind whirled it instantly out
of sight. In stepping aside
to bring the native out of line
he stepped into a hollow. came near
falling, thereby losing his sight on the
bear when he fired. He thinks his bull
let must have struck very near the ami
NAL, as the snow flew all over him, and
he was so frightened that he marched
off, they following. but soon lost sight
of their object. Perhaps they did not
care to get too near, and were perfectly
willing that he should so. One of the
natives in the old signal station.
hearing of the occurrence, muffled
himself up i'll skins. took his rifle and
a supply of cartridges, went down
to within fifteen PAGES of the dead wal
rus, sat down and waited for Mr.. Bruin
to come back and finish his breakfast.
He had not long to wait, for bruin soon
came and commenced tearing off the
flesh at a great rate, as though in anger
for having been driven away, and now
determined TO make up for lost time.
At the proper moment the native raised
his rifle and fired. killing the brute in
stantly. Help being near, he was
dragged into the old station and
skinned, the carcass furnishing a good
supply of fresh meat for the natives,
and his skin proving to be one of the
largest and finest the writer ever saw.