The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1904-06-17

shots were hurled into the carcass.
both taking effect through the Shout
ders-and never a howl, growl or
snarl did he make.
He took his medicine IN the same
manner as he had administered his
power for thirty-five years-neither
giving nor asking quarter. The sixth
shot did not bring forth the expected,
the awful death cry of the bear, nor
did he by sign or symptom show cow
ardice or anger.
Looking steadfastly at the man re-
filing the magazine OF his rife for a
few short seconds, he at last made up
his mind that it would be policy to
first kill him and then pursue his I'M
interrupted analysis OF these strange
dogs that had the courage TO snap at
him and tear punches OF fur from his
incompatible coat. Slowly he started
toward the hunter, never leaving the
awkward, slow walk of his species.
His eyes burned as with fire and
his coming was terrorizing to any but
the seasoned bear killer. When sixty
feet away he lowered his head with an
unsounded challenge, and, as his head
was Bonded low, the hunter drew bead
at the point between the ears. and,
taking a long breath, gently pressed
the trigger.
Slowly, as the mountain pine begins
TO fall under the woodlands ak, Old
Nose, the terror Of all, man and beast
alike, began to settle down. Slowly,
slowly, with neither sound nor CULVER,
the massive king gave up his life as
he had lived it, In blood and violence.
He met his death with honor. willing
TO the last to measure his great
strength and cunning in mortal com.
bat with that of the hunter who dared
TO stand before him and dispute his
reign.
Jake Radcliffe, an old time bear
hunter, camped on his trail for years
and years. In 1886, with a party of
hunters, he got on Old Moses trail.
For ten days they followed fresh signs
all the time. Up In rough gulch on
Tallahassee Radcliffe found his den.
and while peesing down into me box
gulch fell. In a second Old Nose
came out of the rocks, twenty-five feet
away. and charged the intruder.
Radcliffe fred his Old Henry. He
was unable to load and FIRE again.
The bear took one fell swoop of his
iron arm and paw and Radcliffe fell
to the ground, his scalp torn complete
ly from his head and five gashes down
his back, stripping the flesh from the
bones. He fell fainting and Old Nose
walked away.
When he revived he began to call
and his companion heard him, but, I'M
fortunately, SO did the bear, and with
another rush he was upon his victim
and began his murder. Radcliffe was
cuffed and bit until he was a mass OF
broken bones and mutilated flesh.
Old Nose hit the trail, and when the
hunters found their friend they gave
up all thought of the bear. The last
words he uttered were: Boys, don't
hunt that bear"
On Cameron mountain skeleton
WAS lOuuu Win a rusty IihC DCSiuS ~
and Old Nose was credited with the
death. Last summer a skeleton was
found on Thirty Nine-Mile Mountain,
that of a cowboy, the boots and spurs
were beside the bones, and as this was
the stamping ground Of this mammoth
he was duly credited with the murder.
Old Nose received his appellation
from the manner in which he moseyed
toward men he would happen UPON
his slowness In leaving a carcass
when fred upon and his general habit
of Just plain "mosey." He has caused
no small amount of trouble and many
are the partly eaten steers that this
bear has pulled down-of course, he
was always known by the missing toe
of the right hind foot, and could be
easily identified.
A strange thing comes to light with
the passing Of the king. There has
been following In his wake of murder
a cinnamon bear that, measured from
the reach on their several rubbing
posts. showed but difference Of eight
inches in this cinnamon's height and
that OF the dead bear. This bear has
never consortee with the old bandit,
hut has carefully followed him and
taken the leavtngs. But never have
their trails crossed; Mr.. Cinnamon
has invariably been In the rear.