24 THE BLACK BEAR OF PENNSYLVANIA 



timber owned by the Boody heirs, the Heebner estate 

 and by F. H. and C. W. Goodyear, over thirty thou- 

 sand acres of cover for the wild game. 



From the hut they and their friends hunted deer 

 and bears for many years. In October of 1877, Sen- 

 eca Pomeroy and J. B. Davison climbed the Shingle 

 Cabin mountain before daylight, to hunt for a bear. 

 They approached the chestnut grove on the ridge as 

 quietly as was possible, listening to the pop, pop, pop 

 of limbs, lopped off by a bear to get the nuts. These 

 limbs fell to the ground, under the tree, where Bruin 

 could get the nuts at his ease when he descended the 

 tree, and there enjoy his breakfast. 



As the first rays of the rising sun gilded the tops of 

 the highest trees, the hunters beheld' Bruin as he slid 

 down the chestnut tree, and "Seneca" shot his long 

 rifle, aimed at Bruin's neck. Then the bear charged 

 upon the men, while Davison held his Winchester 

 ready to finish Bruin at close range, and ''Seneca" 

 reloaded his rifle. 



When Bruin came near he sat up erect, crying 

 and growling. Then "Seneca" stood before him, re- 

 peating the familiar Indian epilogue: "Hark, now, 

 Musquaw ! You are a coward, and no warrior, as 

 you pretend to be. Our tribes have been at war for 

 many years. Yours were the aggresssors and you 

 found us too strong, so you sneak about, stealing 

 sheep and pigs from us, and robbing our cornfieMs 

 that our squaws have planted for our food in winter, 

 while you are sleeping. Perhaps, even now, you have 



