The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-07-07

which the wind had blown down, an
where she had been keepin house for
the last month As we went deeper into
the woods, an the rocks an trees an
all began to look more wild like, ]
could see Mr.. Reporter was beginnin'
10 get nervous, an the way he KEPT
ingerin' the trigger of his gun made
me mighty careful how l walked IL
front of him.
We'll, after about an hours hart
tramp We came to the spot where the
bear ought to be. 1t was wild look
in place, down in a deep gully, al
overgrown with great trees an thick
with underbrush. I told Mr.. Reporter
that / reckoned we were near bear. He
cooked his rifle an began to look
scarf; but, with a desperate show OF
courage, he again. cautioned me not to
do any shootin'. When we were within
about two rods of the fallen tree, an
where l could look into the hole under
the roots, 1 stopped an picked up
great stone.
"'Get ready says 1.
Where, Where.' an he looked
wildly around
THERE an hurled the great stone
with all my strength right into the
hole
''Jiminey, You oughter see that bear
come flynn out of that hole an make
straight for the reporter. She was
hair stood on end all over her body.
so that she looked as big as an OK.
MI Reporter threw his rifle wildly
TO his shoulder an fired. As luck
would have it. the ball struck the bear
somewhere in the side an made her
madden than ever. For one desperate
moment Mr.. Reporter tried 10 pump
her full of holes, but he was so flustered
an scarf. that he couldn't make the
blamed old pump work. The bear
reared up on her hind legs right in
front of him. | could see his face grow
white as milk. and then, with a mad
yell of terror. he flung the rifle at her
head an bottled for tree. The con-
deCnned idiot didn't know enough 10
climb small tree, but scrambled up
the trunk of a great oak what the bear
could climb as quick as he could. The
bear wasn't more'n ten feet behind
him. an groWlin' an gnaShin' her long,
white teeth awful TO hear. She went
up the tree SO quick that the reporter
didn't dare TO climb up high. but
crawled out on a limb, thinlkin' that
the bear would fear to follow. When
the bear came to the limb she paused
an began to growl more terrific than
ever. Mr.. Reporter sat straddle of the
limb. a-holdin' on with both hands. an
swore at the bear. He was that scarf
he had plum forgot all about the big
horse pistol an knife he had in his
belt The bear began cautiously TO
creep out on the limb.
Shoot her, Shoot her, For Gods
sake, shoot her quicki' yelled the re-
porter. hitchfn' back further an fur
Their on the limb.
I'm not to do any shoOtin', you
know 1 says back. You're TO kill the
bear. You was goin' TO pump her full
of holes
THE reporter did some more swear
in.
The bear kept crawlin' nearer an
nearer, an the reporter kept hitchin'
back further an further an swearin'
harder an harder. The limb began to
bend an to shake, an all of sudden
the reporter lost his balance an went
down. but held on TO the limb with both
hands. The jar tumbled the bear off,
but she, too, caught the limb with her
fOrepawS. an there they hung, facin'
each other an kickin', not more'n six
feet apart. Neither could get back on
the limb. because when the bear would
try to swing her body up, the man
would kick her in the stomach an .
knock her back, an when the reporter
tried to do the same trick. the bear,
with one vigorous kick of her hind
egs, ripped the pantalOons an drawers
clean off his legs an took lot of skin
along with them. The limb of the tree
mad bent considerable with the weight
If the man an the bear, an the report
sr'S feet wasn't mOre'n six feet above
he ground. but he was too scarf to
1now it an didn't dare to let go, think
n that every bone in his body would
De broke by the fall.
For a moment they hung there this
way, the reporter yellin' for me to
,hoot an swearin'-goshi how he could
'wear-an' the bear kickin' an growlin'
IN gnashin' her teeth fit TO make ones
Mood cold then all of a sudden
he limb broke, an bear an man went
o the ground together, the limb fallin'
N top of both, with crash like thun-
Ter.
L don't know who was most scarf,
he man or the bear; but guess it was
tx of one an a half a dozen of the
ther. The reporter jumped to his feet
m ran yellin' through the woods, the
hicl1 underbruSh Scratchin' his bare
egs at every jump; an the bear. with
yelp of fright, bounded away up the
side.
II picked up the reporters rifle an
tarted out to track him up. | found
lin a-roostin in the top branches of a
all hick'ry tree, an a shiverin' so 1
ould feel the ground tremble near the
runk.
as Come down. quick,' yelled, 'or the
ear viii get away from your
:. Dash it-ta-dash DASH Blank-it- ,
emarked. Then, seem the monster
'asn't in sight, he began slowly an
TO crawl down the tree.
When he reached the ground / Of
cred him his rifle.
DIN the gum he said. shortly.
You can have it. Take me to your
ONE He was that Slum all the long
-ay back that not another word could
get out of him, though l tried to put
i'm in good humor by telling him how
1nny it all really was an what a good
tory it would make for his paper.
When we came to my cabin. he
rabbed his bag. took out new pair
f trousers, an put them on.
- I'm goin' home. Goodbye an he
-arted down the path leadin' to Cats
I'VE Mills. nine miles down the valley.
." Be you in such hurry to tell your
aaders how TO kill bear that you can't
ait no louger?" l called out after him.
No. he answered, savagely. An
1 ever hear of your tellin' anyone
bout this bear hunt. I'll send a prize
ghter I'D from New York to knock
our teeth through the back of your
ead.' an he was gone.
That was the most fun I ever had
untin' bear finished the old hunter,
$ he knocked the ashes out of hisspipe
nd refilled it with tobacco.