The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-01

Terrific Encounter Between Brutes
in the Sierra Nevada Mou tains.
From the Neto York Herald
Some four years ago, in the early part Of
the summer, l found myself at Henry's
digging, an abandoned mining camp
nestled among the Sierra Nevadas in the
western part Of Ell Dorado county, Cali
fornia. had gone there fer a mouth Of
rest and recreation and intended to while
awey the time with hunting and fishing and
also doing some occasional prospecting in
the neighborhood.
During the placer excitement IN 1850 aud
1851 Henry's digglngs was one Of the most
hourishing camps in that section. At the
time of my visit it was little better than q
bowling wilderness. The busy hum of
mining industry had given way to the howl
of the coyote and save for an occasional
rum of some old time quartz mill or miners
cabin, one would have imagined that no
white man had ever trod before 10 that desc
late region
had taken up my quarters in deserted
cabin. l had for my CONF anion an old pros
pector who Gid the cooking and general
housekeeping" We had plenty OF flour,
coffee and general groceries. 1t v as my pro-
vince to keep the larder stocked with ''gruba
In the way OF fish and game, with whicn
the region abounded.
DIlRub anu edTly OH6 inOl hlbSs aver d
breakfast of ''hapjacks" and fried mountain
trout, l started out after flock Of quail
whose piping notes had aroused my SUM
bers at day break The birds had alighted
In deep canyon about a quarter Of mile
from the cabin, and the prospect of quail
supper was certainly inviting l carried
breech-loading shotgun. Ny cartridges
we're charged with small blrdshot. "If l
stumble across a BEAR" l unused. I'm be
IN pretty fix"
POINTING BIG GAME.
Bob, my setter, was a well trained dog,
and when, after a half hours scramble
through the brush, saw him suddenly stop
and point, carefully cooked my gun and
waited. There was something in the dogs
manner, however, that caused me to feel a
trife nervous. He had never acted that
way before in the presence OF small game.
he tremOled in every limb, aud now and
then he emitted a peculiar whine, as ii he
dreaded the object hidden from view in the
thick clump of under brush directly ahead.
We Bob, aud /, had stood in this manner
Tor several minutes. No game was in sight
and began to grow inpatient. Fetch him
out, Boil" suddenly exclaimed. whats
the matter with your
q Bob looked at me, reproachfully thought,
ana then made dart IN the chaparral
MY blood fairly froze at what followed.
and in my terror and excitement dropped
my gun and stood there rooted to the spot
IKE some craven image AS Bob disap-
peared behind an overhanging rock there
broke out upon the crisp morning air the
most awful scream that had ever heard then
tne forest echoes were awakened by a, sue
cession OF snarls, grunts, squealings and an
other scream more awful, If possible, than
the first.
Out of the underbrush into the open then
came, or rather bounded the figure Of an
enormous mountain lion, the dreaded pan
tner OF the Sierras. In his mouth he held
young pig, one of the wild variety plenti-
Iui In that region. After him bounded Bob.
"nle following close upon Bob's heels came
large-sized boar.
IN MORTAL COMBAT.
The panther saw me and stopped. What
'nen followed happened 10 less time than |