14 RUSTLINGS IN THE ROCKIES. 



one of them bulls by the tail, he'd 'a jumped right into the 

 boat and killed us both." 



Allen has never got through laughing over that adventure 

 yet, and to this day whenever Rogers goes to blowing about 

 what he would do under certain circumstances, somebody 

 asks him, "Well, why didn't you catch the buffalo bulls by 

 the tail ? and then he collapses, and has nothing more to say 

 to that crowd. 



On another occasion Allen told us he was out hunting 

 with old Hiram Stewart, a noted hunter and trapper, who had 

 spent more than half his life in the mountains, and had killed 

 more bears and other large animals probably than he had 

 hairs on his head. It was in May. As they were crossing a 

 coulee one day, in which the brush grew thick, and in which 

 there remained some patches of old snow, they saw where 

 the ground had been disturbed. Passing along, they saw a 

 hole in one of the snowdrifts, which looked as if some one 

 had set down a coffee sack full of rocks. But there was a row 

 of such holes, and on further examination they were forced 

 to conclude that they had discovered a bear track, and the 

 largest one, they both agreed, that they had ever seen. 

 They followed the t r ail to where it led into a dense jungle of 

 box elder, water beech, rose bushes, etc., at the head of the 

 coulee. 



They walked around this, and seeing no trail leading out 

 of it, concluded the bear must be in there. They threw 

 rocks and clubs into the ticket to start him out, but he would 

 not start. Then Allen got down on his hands and knees, 

 ahd pushing his gun ahead of him, crawled in. He could 

 not see any bear, but after he got in about twenty feet he 

 heard such an unearthly growl as convinced him at once that 

 the outside air would be healthier for him, and slid out 

 backward, much faster than he went in. Then old Hi. said 



