The Washington herald., 1911-07-16
ny JAMES b. MORROW.

NY JAhES D. "OhhO
Summed up in large and fierce animals,
leaving out moose, deer, and his smaller
achievements as a hunter, Henry l.
Stfmson has killed eleven bears. The
last one was a grizzly, shot in the noun
tains of Montana.
Man entering a forest or jungle, for
wild game which have claws and teeth
is as naked, not in coverings for his body
but in human elements as he was at the
moment Of his birth. Pretense vanishes;
disguises fall like rags at his feet. The
new Secretary of War unconsciously re-
vealed himself in his story of the grizzly.
Il put out some meat, but he was
nocturnal feeder and I waited in vain,'
the Secretary said in that part of his in
terview with me devoted to the field and
gun. The last day in camp concluded
to get him that night. Taking a half
breed along, 1 hid myself about twenty
feet from the bait. A storm Of sleet
made our trigger fingers numb. At 9
O'Clock we dimly saw the bear approach
ing us over the broken ground. Head on,
he looked like a heap of brush in the blur
of the night. I fired the instant he
turned his body broadside. 1t was so
dark that couldn't see the sight on my
rifle. Black bears when hit make no
sound. Grizzlies below.
An Indian Who Could Not Shoot.
When my grizzly, now closer to us
than was comfortable, opened his mouth
and roared I knew hE was hurt. The
half-breed, with a bad case of nerves,
pumped his winchester empty, but every
bullet went wild. BY that time had re-
loaded my gun. fired again, but missed.
We followed the bear very carefully.
Wounded grizzlies stink away and hide.
Cur bear was retreating, but the night
was so black that we couldn't see his d.
rscticn. Cropping about, we came to the
edge of the timber. Suddenly the bear.
near at hand, roared the second time. So
we paused. At daylight we found the
gFizzly dead on the ground. Ny first bull
lei had given him a mortal wound
when did you begin to hunt big
game2s' asked.
-..At seventeen years of age. while a
freshman at Yale. A friend of my father
took me TO Colorado. We were gone six
weeks. 1t was there. among the Rockies.
that cut my eye-teeth. But had loved
the wilderness from childhood. hunt
and climb mountains now whenever
have the chance. During my vacation as
a sophomore I went into the woods of
Canada alone. Being inexperienced and
ignorant of packing. my food supply was
not sufieient. The Indian guide and my
self. as result. almost starved to death.
81 returned with a friend to Colorado.
my third year as hunter. We didn't
know il, but a band Of Indians had left
their reservation and were killing set
tiers. The state troops had been called
out to catch or exterminate the murder
ers. We walked into that situation. but
once in. we didn't feel like walking out
So we hid in the mountains One day
I saw party Of six painted braves on
horseback. Ny heart came into my
throat and beat so hard that thought
It would knock the top Of my head on
To make matters worse. from my point
OF view, the Indians saw me. I rode to
the. top Of roll in the ground. stopped
nlg horse. ostentatiously threw my rife
across the saddle and started al them
IN seeming indifference They kept
straight on across nay path. much TO my
reLef, and disappeared IN the distance.
It was q day, as ! remember. before ms
pulse again became normal