Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-10-10

thing that would SAVIOR of the tactics OF the
tenderfoot. 1t takes a brave man TO attack
a bear on foot. and Kennedy was not OF the
sort to shirk the task.
He stood by the side of his horse and
drew his bead on the grizzly. The barrel
of the rife steadied down for a moment
Then came a pun of smoke and a sharp re-
port. second later our straining ears
caught the impact of the bullet as II found
the game The head of the bear went back
as though 1t had been struck by a sledge
hammer.
Right In the snoutr' was the exclamation
of the foreman.
The bear disappeared for an instant,
and second later was seen clambering up
the bank. Kennedy fired again, but this
did not stop the enraged grizzly. He start
ed in a numbering but surprisingly rapid
lope straight for the cowboy.
The Nerve of Kennedy.
Kennedy did not finch when he saw
what was before him. The barrel of his
rifle looked as firm and rigid as a bar ef
iron so little was 1t disturbed by the pr,s-
cess of ejecting the shells and throwing
the cartridges into place. The smoke curl
ed upward from the muzzle in "A steady
stream and the rifles crack came with the
regularity of clock ticks 1t appeared 20
us that Kennedy made every shot count. for
he stood on slightly higher ground than
that over which the bear coming. and
We saw no dirt thrown up by bullets, AZ
would have been the case had he missed.
The grizzly presented appearance
calculated to inspire terror in the hearts of
the bravest. He was covering the ground
at high speed in spite of his apparent awl-
wardness. His numbering gait rendered
MN the poorest of targets, for the reason
that only n chance shot could strike vital
part. AT one moment he would be doubled
up like a jack knife, with only his hump
showing; the next he would be stretched
out at full length. like greyhound. Blood
spurted from nearly dozen wounds on his
head, hump. neck-everywhere except n
spot which would allow bullet to stop
him. He was gnashng his teeth like a wild
boar, and from his jaws dripped great
fakes of foam, which fecked his crimson
stained hide.
I'm less time than it takes to tell it Ken
nedy had emptied his rifle, but still he
s2orned to take advantage of his opportu-
nifty and mount the waiting broncho and es-
cape. He cast his rifle aside and drew his
siX-shooters, pair of short-barreled for
ty-fours.' AS he threw his rifle away he
struck his horse with it. and the animal.
already nervous from the firing and proba-
by seeming the bear, started forward a
few feet and then stopped. The animals
bride rein hung in front of him, and the
well-trained COW pony seldom moves until
1.-THE rein is thrown back over the neck.
The foreman of the ranch had seen the
movement of the horse. which had been I'M
noticed by Kennedy, and shouted:
Step back with your horse, All! Step
back with your horse
The Bear Charges.
But Kennedy was too busy with his six
shooters to heed the warning.
1T took only moment for him to empty
his revolvers, but, so far as their effect on
stopping the bear was concerned. they
might as well have been loaded with blank
cartridges. The great, hulking brute
hrled up to within eight feet of the
dluntless cowboy and reared on his hind
legs. With an indescrblhle growl of rage
he waddled with uncertain tread toward his
foe. Kennedy fired the last shots from SIX
shooters point blink at the breast of the
towering beast, rendered more terrifying by
the blood and from which colored his
hairy coat Next instant he threw his
brace of weapons at the bear and turned
toward his horse.
1t was then that we gathered the full
meaning of the foremanS warning cry In
stead of grasping the saddle as he thought
to do, Kennedy merely struck the launches
of the broncho. With a snort of terror the
animal bounded away and left his rider
at the mercy of the grizzly. The cowboy
raused, daZed, and then started to run. He
had taken only one step when the bear
seized him with his forepaws and enveloped
him in embrace mercileSS a the COL
of a python.
Hit Fifty-Four Times.
"a fusillade Immediately began from our
party, all of US blaming ourselves that we
had needed Kennedy's instructions to tho
letter. We galloped down to where the bear
still stood, swaying to and fro with the man
in his paws. AT last the brute dropped.
lying in pool of blood. Kennedy too, was
dead; the brute had ripped open his chest
with his paws.
when we skinned the bear although his
hide was worthless, we found that he had
been hit fifty-four times The shot which
had brought him to the ground. the only
one which struck a vital spot was from the
foremans fortyfour, and was right behind
an ear