The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1902-09-30
HeGot a Bear
After A11~ ~
Adventures of a Young Hunter
In the 1knob Country.
F THE young chap hadn't been SO


ly that they'd "a done it to him quite
so strong, but he come amongst 'em
a struttin' an blusterin', with his
yaller leggings an yaller coat all
full o. pockets an straps an belts,
an his shiny gun.
"'Is these the biggest woods you've
got around here? says he, sort o.
sneerin'.
"They told him them woods was the
biggest they had room for, as they
took up the best part o. the county,
an we thought they sized up pretty
well. bein's as he mowt travel all day
in them parts an find nothin' much
else but woods.
"'They amt much better than a
picnic grove!' says he, sneering'
some more. But mebby they'll do
he says. Amy bear in emp says he.
1--WE told him there was few bear
left in 'em.
"'Be you loolSin' for bear?' says we.
"'That's what I'm out to git says
ne. I'm glad don't care to git more
than one, though says he, for I'd be
disappointed. 1t don't seem to me
there was room in these woods for
more than one,' says he. But one is
all want says he.
NOW, knowed my ownself where
four old dodwollopers was layin' low,
an Sile had couple marked down
some're else an Pete an Rube an Eli
all on 'em knowed where they could
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more. But this young chap was so
fresh an KNOWN an ridiculous stuck
up about it that we Gale lated to let
lim flicker an see how he'd come out.
"He strutted an Dragged around
most a couple o. days fore he got
ready to go out an git the bear he
was after, an he hadn't been gone
ong fore Sile he sauntered out with
ais gun an his dog, Tige. Sile has
got big teeth an sharp nose an
Ihinin' eye, an he is fierce-looking
chap, tell you, but he amt no fercer
;han n rabbit.
But he looks fierce, an no mistake,
an il you'd meet him in the woods an
iidn't know him you'd sort o. wish
5ou was some'rs else. Pete an Eli
an the rest on 'em was there when
Sile went out with his gun an his
log an l could see they was grin
aim.
Sometimes up says I.
THE young chap got way over
high the old Holiday patch lookin' for
.he bear he was after, but it hadn't
showed up yit, when suddenly he
come out facin' tall, fierce-lookin'
shapwith a gun on his arm an an ugly
ookin' dog at his heels. 1t was Sile
an his dog, an the dog want no
iercer than Sile was, though he
cooked terrible ugly, but the fresh
young chap he hadn't never seen Sile
lor the dog.
'Hullol' says Sile, savage like.
"The young chap he shouted back,
skeert like, an said 'Hullo!' sort o.
soothin'.
Then Sile he took a couple o. dead
phea'a ants out from where he had 'em
inside his coat.
"'Kiiled any yit!' says he.
"'No,' says the youps chap. Tm
after bear
1T won't make no difference what
you're after says Sile, gruff an growl-
in. Here's what you're gointer git!'
"Sile he had his gun cooked, an begun
TO finger it.
"'These pheasants is what you
want says Sile. They'll be two dol
lars. Lay still, Tigel Don't take him
till I tell you tot
"Tige was layin' sound asleep under
bush, an hadn't noticed a consarned
thing that was goin' on.
"Don't take him till tell you tot
says Sile. The pheasants1l be two
dollars says he, am they're what
you're gointer git!' says Sile, an he
handed 'em over to the young chap,
an the young chap handed Sile two
dollars an took 'em without word.
"Then Sile he kicked his dog awake,
an away they went. The young chap
he come in from his bear hunt as soon
as he could get in.
"'There amt no bear in this here
piece o. woods o. your'n, so fur as !
could diskiver,' says he, but run gin
somethin' worse than all the bears
them woods could hold ] run ag'ir
the cut-throatin'est lool1in' bush.
whacker that's out o Jail. an with the
help of his gun an dog as ugly as him
self he highway-robbed me!
"'He held me up with force of arms
an mowt jest as we'll "a said; "Youl
money or your lifel" for he made m,
give him two dollars for these tw,
birds, not either of 'em as big as
banty chicken! been Highway
robbed says the young chap, AN / de
mand possy to go an run the robbel
down.
"He produced the pheasantS in proc
of his charges. Eli, bein' constable
took look at the birds, an Pete an
the rest on 'em was GRIMM.
GAS to your bein' highway-robbed
saws Eli, that's a reflection on the citi
zens o. the Knob country that won
hardly hold, but there amt no doub
about your havin' these here two pleas
ants in your possession, ag'in the stat
,,te in stitch case made an provided