The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-27

pleasantest experience one can imagine.
1 reached my friends safely, and the next
day l had the pleasure of bringing the
lion home as trophy, for l went out and
hunted it down, sending a bullet through
its brain. and that more than repaid me
for the anxiety of the night before
Are there many bear in this neighbour
hood?"
Eyes, there are probably a great many,
although do not see them often Night
before last one came UP to the spring,
which is less than a stones throw from
here. Not long ago as l was going up a
trail I saw three bears sitting down eat
ing berries off manzanita bush only
short distance away. Unfortunately had
left my gun at home, and so passed on.
They did not stir at sight of me, but
when I returned they had gone''
Now, L understand a bear is most dan
gerous when slightly wounded" said the
reporter. Suppose you had had your gun
with you at the time, would you have at
tackled those three bears?"
why, of course, 1 would. What do you
suppose 1 would be carrying a gun for?"
she replied, almost Indignantly. "A bear
is no more dangerous than any other ami
mai if one shoots well. Small weapons
are not safe, though, and neither is it
wise to shoot at a bear if one is nervous
and shaky. The same qualities that are
ing may also be applied to bear-a cool
head, good eye, and a steady hand"
would you advise other women to
adopt your mode of life?" queried the re-
porter, puzzled at the intrepidity of this
unique character.
THAT would depend on circums tances.
l can only speak for myself when 1 say
it is the only life to live; but then think
of the countless numbers who would disa-
gree with me- The average woman would
be miserable here in this monotony and
seclusion, while I would be miserable in a
city. All I care to know of the outside
world 1 can learn through the magazines
and newspapers. In the city women are
slaves to society; / am a slave to Moth
ing. 1 am contented and 1 think that is
enough. l was born and reared in the
mountains, and my tastes are inherent
My mother taught me to shoot, and my
love for outdoor life increased as l grew
older. 1 never had physician attend me
or even prescribe medicine for me. My
health is perfect. So for the sake of
health, 1 will say that 1 can conscientious
ly advise other women to adopt this mode
of living. But for woman right out of
the city to come up here, live in such a
cabin as this, wear boomers and hunt and
fish, ride bad horses and wear snow-shoes
we'll 1 am quite sure that very few of
them would enjoy it.
"Lonesome?' Why no. Why should
be lonesome when there are so many
things to do? See, there is a grand old
mountain there. Only two thousand feet
high. When l want diversion l go to it's
summit-sometimes on foot and sometimes
on horseback. l can ride to the top in two
hours, and I make the trip almost every
day. Then there is the river hardly thirty
feet away, and I can almost cast my trout
line into it from my back door. Isn't that
fun? If 1 want something more excit-
ing l go after deer or bear, and OCCASION
ally l have a horse to break. l recognize
that horse you have as one that l broke.
It's quiet thing now, though" she adj
ded, evidently approaching the dread of
her guest, who was just then thinking of
the rough return trip before him.
THE postoffice at Sugar Pine is only
three miles away. so you see am not en-
tirely out of the world.I'm very much inter-
ested in its Klondike expedition. for have
acquired the gold fever. 1 have some
claims up the gulch and maybe they will
make me very rich some day. Then
don't know what 1 shall do-build me a
fine new cabin / suppose. You know it.
human nature to be Disconnected, and
am afraid riches would spoil me. That S
why l don't work my mines" And Flora
Braddock surprised the reporter with an
other smile as she bade him adieu.