The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-09

large fat-topped bowlder. There was a
deep basin of small area a pot hole in the
granite rock, ana in it was water Sam
and | sat side by side, with legs hanging
over the edge of the bowldsr, and fished for
trout, using willow rods and Seth Green
flies. The fish rose keenly, and as we
caught them We dropped them into the Dot
hole behind US. Our rifles lay on the bowl
der directly behind us Sam had hooked
beautiful red-flnned trout and was plav.
ing him artfully, aud was watching the
trout circle with a score Of other trout
swimming after wbe we heard a rock
crash down the hill behind our camp. The
trout was jerked out of the water Instantly.
and we turned to see what caused the bowl
der 70 roll down hiiI.
saw Sam drop hisrod and grasp his rifle.
1t rose o his shoulder and his eve dropped
close 60 the barrel, and he said. "Thers is
that cursed bear, close to the camp Now
for fun" BRugl bRngl bang! cracked the
Winchester as rapidly as the lever could be
worked and the trigger pulled. / saw the
bear snap at his side well back, sHap again
still further back, Andz[ exclaimed hotIy:
You are shooting toe far back, Sam.
Shoot at his fore shoulder or his neck.n Too
late. The stricken bear saw US: he hesi-
Caeed for an instant, then charged directly at
US. lie had to cross $50 yards of open but de-
scending ground. fred at his head and
saw tuft OF hair on his left flank fly. The
animal hit at the wound as he ran. / held
ahead Of him and fred again, and saw
another tuft of hair fly from the right side
OF his neck. Then | loaded and waited.
Sam continued to pump cartridges into his
rifle aud TO fire bullets at and into the bear.
The youths eyes blazed as blue steel his
jaw was set, and his face rigid. he did not
look at me- l counted his shots-seEsn,
eight, nine, ten-and the bear was close at
hand,
''Stand up, SAM said-we bad been
kneeltng on the rock-"and IL miss him an
he mounts the slope, take 20 the pool"
Il Will be damned If take to the water, I"
Sam replied, and his voice was the voice of
stranger. We rose up and waited, Sam
firing the while. keep a cartridge 10 the
gun, SAM" said severely. He nodded.
threw the short, heavy Remington csrbiue
to my shoulder, caught the sights, aud COW
cred the bear, not over thirty yards distant.
| saw blood flowing from half score
of wounds, and saw that he swayed a little
as be ran. He Yves a most formidable ap-
pearing beast and had sufficient life to kill
IA If he reached US. saw Sam out of the
tail Of my left eye standing motionless, rife
to bis shoulder and head bent over rifle
st ok, and sang out TO him: "Don't firel'
and then waited for an instant.
The bear was not more than twenty yards
from us, coming head on, and not Offering
the shot l desired. "Shoot, Samp | ex-
claimed. Crack sounded the Winchester.
The bear staggered, turned to
the right by the force of the ball that
struck him on the lower jaw, SCATTERING it
to bits, and his head was exposed Bang
sounded the Remington, and a 50-caliber
ball crashed into the side of the bears head
directly back of his right ear, aud he fell
dead.
my gun is empty" Sam said as our eyes
met, and he added, delightful excits-
ment!" and then he walked to the bear and
danced war dance on him aud whooped as
a Sioux.
That was close shave. my son." said
as l walked TO the dead bear, and / added:
81 have killed many bears. This is the first
that showed fight. Let's count the hits"
We counted eleven wounds on the right
side, not one especially fatal Then with
great effort we rolled the bear over, and his
left flank was a furrow that had been
plowed by a Remington ball. Twelve shots
out of nineteen had struck the game silver
tip. This animal, as he lay stretched on the
ground, was over fest long, and he APP
pearsd to be as heavy as a large OK. His
skin was worthless, being In poor fur. We
executed few merry and fantastic dance
steps around his body and whoeped little,
and then cooked breakfast and ate it.
We smoked, and killed the bear over and
over again while smoking, aud rolled our
blankets tighter and shouldered them light
heartedly preparatory TO walking sixteen
miles over mountain trails to our main
camp. Arrived there we told the story OF
the killing of the Thunder Creek silver
tip TO miners from that creek, and they
rejoiced over his death. Our prospector
said that this bear had freed him for
sport one pleasant afternoon, and had kept
him perched on q limb for two hours That
night Sam nestled close to me just as be
was dropping asleep and murmured
Heavenly sport. was 1t not, tatherP' and
agreed with him.