Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-02
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR JANUARY 2.

COWS, almost crowded off bounced past with indig-
nant snorts and vanished down the shore. A mo.
ment more and he had backed off the sand into
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
tempestuous force that the latter had all he could do
to keep his footing. Presently he forced back to
the very edge of the woods Then, exhausted and
cowed his legs gave way and he sank on his launches
But frantic with despair he struggled furously
to butt and strike with his fettered prongs, and in
this struggle he fell sdewise. The white bull.
his paroxysms OF new vigor suddenly come to an
end, was dragged down with him. and the two lay
with heavlng sides, painting nosiy
Reckon we IL have to call it draw, whispered
Uncle Adam, forgetting that there was no longer
any need of silence
That's So All bets off, agreed Baker in the
tense whisper What's to be done now"
For such a situation he had precedent and
therefore idea what the etiquette of the wilder
might demand.
RUT before Uncle Adam could enighten him an
other spectator, whose presence had been little
dreamed of interviewed with brusk reply. Out
from the thickets at the lower edge of the point
burst enormous black bear and fell upon the
hausted duelists. With one blow he broke the neck
of the white bull; then, turning like flash. he
about to the other in like fashion. But the
sharp tangle of anters 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 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 gaspng throat of
the dark bull
why did you do that" asked Neville Baker in
astonished protest We might have let him eff
He'd earned it!''
He was about all in, anyways" explained the
guide. AN we'd have had to spite them dandy
antlers. Now with 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 consoling reflection Neville Bakers
" compassion swallowed up in hunters
pride Triumphantly he stared down on the mas
sive head of the dead bear; then he let his glance
sweep all about the CLASSY waters and level desoate
shores. But in the still, white peace of the N
light grew hard for him to believe in the madness
and tunult of struggle that had just been vio-
lenty stled. curious revulson of feeling all at
once blotted out his triumph and there came
him sense of repugnance to the bulk of SO much
death. He silently filled his pipe and began to
smoke, while the guides practised knife set about
SHINING the victims.
DO you know, ADAM" said he presently, in
tone of discomfort feel if we'd got much
might almost be going to start butchers shop
The guide, pausing in his sanguinary task, looked
up at him with comprehending grin. i know"
he muttered at last. ''One can't help feelin' that
way in awhile, if he stops to think. But
gifts it. mostly. Ye see. Mr.. Baker we amt got
very fur from the Cave Man. amt even yet. an
SO we cant help thinkn its great fun to 60 out an
Lill somethn."