Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1896-02-04
Early Theatrical Benefits.

granted to Mrs. Barry on Jan. 16,
1887 But what does this sentence
of Sir Fl. Herbert mean: 1.-THE bene-
fit OF the winters day from the
Hinges company upon the play Of
The Moor of Venice comes, this %
of Nov, 1929, unto 81. 16s. Od.?''-
Boston Journal.
The hero Of this adventure is B..
F. Kelso of Juniper Flats. Juniper
Flats is away down in Riverside
county in a nest of tangled, brush
covered hills between Lake View
and San Jacinto. Kelso is a big,
burly, bearded man, with good hu-
mored smile and an honest face. He
makes his living by digging manza-
nita and grease wood, which is haul
ed to Riverside and sells for $7a
cord. One day he had his load ready
to start OH his weary drive across
the plains, when the family heard
the dogs barking up on the hill back
of the house. Kelso went for his
gun.
Now, this gun of Kelso'sis fear
full and wonderful weapon. It had
once been a single barreled shotgun,
but it had the misfortune some time
in the misty past to have the whole
stock smashed off, The hammer
was left, it is true, but it wouldn't
stand cooked under any circum-
stances, and everything abaft the
hammer was gone. Some of my
brave readers who are not afraid to
pull trigger may think it an undo.
sirable job to hold up the hammer
Of Kelso's gun with the thumb,
stick the whole thing out at a safe
distance from the face, shut one eye,
take aim-make ready-and let the
hammer slip-bang!
Not so with Kelso, however. He
took his fragmentary relic and
strobe away through the brush to
see what the dogs were raising such
row about.
The rocks on the top of this hill
are huge cubes and rectangular
blocks as big as houses fresh flung
from the hand of God. The dogs
we're barking about the crevices Of
one of these. Kelso climbed labori-
ously. to the top of it, so as to look
down and find the wildcat or what.
ever it might be, when, as be scaled
the crest, a giant mountain lion made
rush past him close enough to
touch, and stood glazing down saw
agely at the yellow dogs, switching
his tail with an uneasy, nervous en-
ergy.
The lion made spring down
among the dogs, struck them off to
right and left and went in great
leaps down the mountain side that
slopes toward San Jacinto. The
dogs pursued, and after them flew
the excited Kelso. Down, down
they vent for mile or moro
through brush, over rocks that
would have cost the life~o any one
DuG d mOunGalno6r.
At last the big cat, harassed and
confused by the following dogs, took
refuge in his lair, a cave among the
rocks. some distance above the Pico
springs, and when the man arrived,
the dogs were fercely barking into
the mouth of the cavern, and the
lion was: at bay. Kelso pushed in
among the dogs in the thick of the
fray. Suddenly the middle dog shot
like an arrow at the2ion and seized
him by the throat. At a word from
his master the hound rushed in and
seized the great cat by the jaw, and
the fyste followed suit by worrying
his prey in the tanks.
The scene was indescribable. Fur
and blood, yells, growls, bowls,
snarls, demoniao cries and shrieks
filed the echoing cavern. >Kelso
held up the hammer of his ancient
shooting iron.and pointed the muz-
Zle in toward the fearful din. He
crept in till he was actually stand
ing on the lions TAIL As the great
brute raised his head above the
struggling dogs the hammer was re-
leased. For wonder the cartridge
exploded, and the whole top of the
lions bead was blown to smither-