New-York tribune., 1910-01-02
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY 2. 1910

cows almost crowded off, bounced past with indig-
nant snOrts and vanished down the shore. A
ment more, and he had backed off the sand into a
couple of feet of water.
The surprise seemed to startle the white bull into
new rage. He laid the blame of it upon his rival
AS if with all his strength renewed he recovered him
self and thrust the dark bull backward with such
tepestuous force that the latter had all he could do
to keep his footing Presently he forced back
the very edge of the woods. Then exhausted and
cowed his legs gave way and he sank on his launches
But now, frantic with despair, he struggled furiousy
to butt and strike with his fettered prOngs and in
this struggle he fell sidewise The white bull
his paroXysms of new vigor suddenly come to
end, was dragged down with him, and the two lay
with heaving sides, painting noisily.
Reckon We'll have to call it a draw" whispered
Uncle Adam forgetting that there was no longer
any need of silence.
That's All bets off" agreed Baker in the
tense whisper. What's to be done now"
For such situation he had no precedent and
therefore no idea what the etiquette of the wilder
might demand.
RUT before Uncle Adam could enlighten him
- other spectator, whose presence had been little
dreamed of, ntervened with brusk reply. Out
from the thickets at the lower edge of the point
burst an enormous black bear and fell upon the ex-
hausted duelists. With one blow he broke the neck
of the white bull; then turning like a flash he was
about to serve the other in like fashion. But the
sharp tangle of antlerS was in the way and delayed
him for instant. In that instant Neville Bakers
rifle spoke out. And the bear shot through the
spine with explosive bullet dropped in sprawl
ing heap across the fore legs of his intended victim
Emerging from their ambush, the two hunters
hurried to the spot. Uncle Adam, STOPPING, drew
his knife with decision the gaSping throat of
the dark bull.
why did you do that" asked Neville Baker in
astonshed protest. We might have let him Off
He'd earned it,"
He was about all in, anyways" explained the
guide An we'd have had to spile them dandy
anters Now, with a pair of locked heads like that
Mr.. Baker, mounted Jest right, you'll have some
thing in your collection that likely other sports
in the whole world can brag Of
MYTH such a consoling reflection Neville Bakers
" compassion swallowed up in a hunters
pride. Triumphantly he stared down the
sive head of the dead bear then he let his glance
sweep all about the CLASSY waters and level desOlae
shores But in the still white peace of the moon
light it grew hard for him to believe in the madness
and tumut of struggle that had just been vio-
1ently stilled. curious revulsion of feeling all at
once botted out his triumph, and there
him a sense of repugnance to the bulk of much
death. He silently filled his pipe and began to
smoke, while the guides practised knife set about
skinnng the victims.
DO you know, ADAM said he presently in a
tone of discomfort, Il feel if we'd got much meat
might almost be going to start butchers shop"
The guide pausng in his sanguinary task, looked
up at him with comprehending grin. i know"
he muttered at last " One cant help feelin' that
way once in awhile if he stops to think. But
gifts over it. mostly We see Mr. Baker, amt got
very fur from the Cave Man, amt, even yet, an
cant help thinkin' it's great fun to go out an
kill sOmethin'.