The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-05-25


"Come. jerry. let us hare the bear story"
by lover cried Fred Towne. an
ardent eighteen-year-old of our party.
by Jovei I'll go up and pop him over,
Captain Arle. If he is so near us~ and
he unshouldered q shotgun he was car
rying.
"Nonsenser said Ben Arle. THAT is
no good place into which to follow
bear in the dusk"
captain" said Fred, land I'll bang into
him two charges of big grouse shot We
need some fresh meat"
Uncle Jerry Hawk scowled as he eyed
Fred over aud then grunted: "Umph!
Muffin but cinnamon bar, chr So, boy,
spect yer got the 'pinion dat you'd lay
dat bar out in jis' no time wifi yer grouse
shot? Fresh meat indeedl De remains
OBJ you'd be de on'y fresh meat we'd fine
eff you went up dar ter fool wifi dat Ut
barr
Uncle Jerry Hawk is right. said Ben
Arle. "its no good place for boxing
match and rough and tumble with a
bear"
But, captain, he's only a bit of Gin
namon," persisted Fred.
"Bt of err cinnamon indeedr cried
old Jerry. scowling at Fred. ''Bit of err
cimmamom! Oar want less nor five
hundred pound of bar went long we're
while ago a-makin of dem tracks. I'ze
had siderable sperience long of cim-
mamon bars an all kline of bar. De
shootin at dem at a distance wifi er good
gun is one ting an wrastlin an boxin wifi
'em is annudder. Fo' de Lord. boy, |
could tell yer bout skrimmage dat
wunst he'd wifi er ole she cinnamon dat
would make yer h'ar git up on endr'
To Fred's relief Uncle Bob Temple
suddenly called out, well. Jerry, we
have no fault to find with your bear
tracks, but where are we going to
camp
"Mistah Temple. why, de Lord help
us. sab. haint he'd time ter look. Dem
ar bar tracks clean upset me. Dey up
sot all de calkerlations, sab. Hows'eb-
Der. sab, guess dat de bar tracks gwine
ter set dat nattah all right, sah."
How are the bear tracks to help us?
We must find meadow-must find
grass for the animals"
"Mistah Temple. hab patience, sab.
spects we fine de medder an de grass
eff we follers dem dar tracks back down
de crick "A little piece. kinder 'spicions
dat de bar been down dat away to fill
hi'self wifi vile clober an oder green
truck in some medder, or maybe to
ketch fish or bullfrog In some bit Of err
lake or pom"
Pushing down the brooklet we had
| gone no more than two hundred yards
before we burst into fine meadow, with
several springs and in the center a lake
let. II was glorious camping ground,
and all hailed old Jerry Hawk as an
oracle.
IL hain't hunted bar for muffin desc
mon twenty year" said the old man
''see de vile clober round yere, an de vile
cabbitchr'
There was indeed Iuxuriant growth
Of wild clover and wild kale, with mint
and watercress about the springs. the
meadow was surrounded with dense
growth of tamarack (arch) and young
ar trees. had we searched the noun
tains for days we could not have found
better camping place than this to
which Jerry Hawks bear tracks and
mountain lore had led us.
We were prospecting party from the
California camps of Campo Seco and San
Andreas. We were now headed for rich
placer mines just discovered tls59l near
Meono lake, on the eastern side OF the
Sierras. We were trying to follow
trail over which not dozen persons all
told had preceded us through the noun
cain wilds. All day we had been in the
highest of the high Sierras. passing along
the north side of the Yosemite valley
high above all the falls and noted peaks.