Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1901-07-19
BILL CROSS AND
; HIS PET BEAR.
BY JOAQUIN MILLER.

foot OF the Oregon sierras with his lit.
tie family long, long years ago, IL was
40 miles from our place to the nearest
civilized settlement.
People were very scarce in those
days and bears were very plenty. We
also had wolves, wildcats, wild cattle.
Wild hogs and a good many long tailed
and big headed yellow California lions.
The wild cattle, brought there from
Spanish Mexico, next to the bear were
most TO be feared. They had long.
sharp horns and keen, sharp hoofs. Ma
ture had gradually helped them out
In these weapons OF defense. They
had grown to be slim and trim of body
and were as supple and swift as deer.
They were the deadly enemies of all
wild beasts. because all wild beasts
devoured their young.
When fat and saucy, IN warm sum.
mer weather. these cattle would hover
along the foothills in bands. hiding
In the hollows. and would begin TO
below whenever they saw a bear or
wolf or even a man or boy. If on foot,
crossing the wide valley Of grass and
blue camas blossoms. Then there
would be music! They would start up.
with head and tails In the air, and
broadening out left and right they
would draw long, bent line, complete
ly shutting or their victim from all
approach to the foothills.
IL the unfortunate victim were
man or boy on foot. he generally made
escape up one OF the small ash trees
that dotted the valley in groves here
and there, and the cattle would then
soon give up the chase. But IT, It were
a wolf or any other wild beast shat
could not get up a tree the case was
different Far away on the other side
otSthe valley, where dense woods lined
the banks of the winding Willamette
river, the wild. believing herd would
be answered. Out from the edge of the
woods would stream right and left two
long, corresponding. surging lines. bel
lowing and plunging forward now and
then their heads TO the ground. their
tails always In the air and their eyes
aname. as II they would set fire to the
long gray grass. With the precision
and discipline of well ordered army
they would close in upon the wild
beast, too terrified now to either fight
or fly, and, leaping upon him one after
another with their long hoofs. he would
In a little time be crushed into an I'M
recognizable mass. Not n bone would
be left unbroken. 1t is mistake to
suppose that they ever use their long.
sharp horns IN attack. These We're
used only in defense, the same as elk
or deer, falling on the knees and re-
ceiving the enemy on their horns. much
as the Old Guard received the enemy
In the last terrible struggle at Water
loo.
Bill Cross was a 'tenderfoot' at the
time OF which 1 write. and a sailor at
that. Now, the old pilgrims who had
dared the plains In those days of 40.
when towards did not venture and the
weak died on the way, had not the
greatest respect for the courage or en-
durance of those who had reached Ore
gon by ship. But here was this man. a
sailor by trade. settling down In the
Interior OF Oregon and. strangely
enough. pretending 10 know more about
everything In general and bears in par
dcuiar than either my father or any OF
his boys.
He had taken up a piece of land
down In the pretty Camas valley,
where the grass grew long and strong
and waved in the wind. mobile and
beautiful as the mobile sea.
The good natured and self eompla-
cent old sailor liked to watch the way
Ing grass. 1t reminded him of the sea.
reckon. He would sometimes sit on
our little porch as the sun went down
and tell US boys strange. wild sea sto-
ries- he had travelled far and seen
much, as much as any man can see on
water. and maybe was not n very big
har, Tor sailor, after ALL The only
thing about him that we did not like
outside of his chronic idleness was his
exalted opinion of himself and his un-
concealed contempt for everybody's
opinion but his own.
"Bill," said my father one day, those
black Spanish cattle viii get after that
red sash and sailor jacket of yours
some day when you go down In the val
Lex to your claim, and they won't leave
a grease spot. Better go horseback or
at least take a gun when you go down
next time"
"Pshaw! Squire. | wish | had as
many dollars as l amt afeard of all the
BLACK Spanish cattle IN Oregon Why,
If they're so blasted dangerous how did
your missionaries ever manage to drive
them up here from Mexico, anyhow"
Still. for all that. the very next time
that he saw the old sailor setting out
mt his snail pace for his ranch below,
slow and indolert as II on the deck OF
n ship. my father insisted that he
should go on horseback or at least take
q gun
Pooh. poohl wouldn't be bothered
A Cond Hono6 Madame