, 1883.] 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



443 



vou, my marster, dat, ole Cool nigger he des riz up on his 

 fOOls, ««' ripen bts mout' clean hack ter his cars, au' dcu. 

 but, lie r.ir back Iris head, and he des favl.v howl." 



Hero Steve, imitating old Lawyer, sprang upon his feet, 

 throw back his bead, and sang n portion of "Mars Garrett's 

 lunie chime," as follows: 



"Hens a 

 De hawl 

 He bit .1 



Au'heii 



e in de middle et ii« back 



I gOOGG EO qii'lcl:. ijiuLek. (juacfc*^ 



"Bless yer soul, m\ master," he continued,. -when he had 

 ended his singing, "daf yarlertpwn nigger wet des farly 

 tooken oiifeii his senses. "lie diden know what ter do, sin. 

 lie fuss look like he winder jump oiiten de back winder. 

 Den he des mil 'roun' an' lie gits blue mad in dc face, an' be 

 <l<:s ups wid dat red nici rocker himebook, an" be draw back. 

 an 1 he luck Ole Lawyer h rxlip ris; lit ntwixt bis eyes. siir. 

 lie des farly knocked dat ole nigger somerset clean ober 

 3Iars Garrett an' Mars Shep. But bless yer, 'fore you knode 

 it, sur, dal ole nigger des riz on his foots crgin, an' he made 

 er lunge at dat preacher nigger, an' be lii clean ober ilai. 

 pulpit, right outer dat yarler town nigger head. Den day 

 bad it, siir — gouge, eye,' pull bar. t&Of and to-nail; fuss one 



p an' den 't'other. Siser Phoebe Ancr, she git so 



skeared she des riz on her foots, an' she boiler, 'Glory halle- 

 lueer, Isc bound fur de kingdom,' but all ilem yuther nig- 

 gers, day des lit out en dem winders like er passel er hilly 

 goals ouleu er eorn-erib, 'eeptiu' dat yarler house gal. she 

 jump outen de do' an' tuck right straight up dc lull fur de 

 while:,,!, tii , An' presenly here come ole mars an' 



ole mis.s tar in' down tie paffiterde church bouse. An' ole 

 ruarsterhe cuss, an' he say, 'What de debit's got inter you 

 "fciri'i's win can'l go ter hebiu 'dout fighlir.'on de road';" 

 lien dar yarler town preacher nigger what look like he bin 

 wraslin' wid er lmm'bee ness, he pint at Ole Lawyer, an' 

 he say ter ole marster, bow dat big moiif nigger ober 

 dar wuv singiu' corn-shuekiu songs, an' sackerligiu' de 

 hioniin' services. Den ole master git red in de Eaos 

 like be do on 'lection days, an' den, sur, lie CUSS 

 twell de swei it des dra.p" ofen de eeud er his nose. 

 Den lie call dat yarler bouse gal lining him his cow whide, 

 an' sui, be des literly wode dat ole tool Lawyer clean out. 

 sur. lie did fur or lack, my master. Den ole mars tun 

 roun' an' lit shuck his lis' at Mars Garrett, an' be say, "Dis 

 some cr your dam' foolishness, my young feller.' Bui .Mars 

 Garrett he never say uolhin', he lies* come up close whar 1 

 War, an' he say ter me, 'Brttt Steben, you kin rake up er 

 nuff bar roun dal. pulpit ter make yer'a good matrus; (tie 

 Lawyer lie owe you somlbin', anyhow, for larniu' him dat 

 buterful liime ehtine lass night.' Den be laff an' he say, 

 'But diden dat. dam town nigger haw' er happy time uv it ifis 

 niornin'.' But ole 'miss* she come roun' dar whar we wer', 

 au' she whisper to Mars Garrett he belter tie gittin' way 

 froui dar' fore his par get rested. An' Mars Garrett, say how 

 el ole miss' 'ood keep de ole Guvner offen his trail twell de 

 . ,,' gil cole, iiebleve he will. But bless yer, ole marster 

 he done clean gin out. Me an' big Andy bad ter tuck an' 

 tote him up ter de while fokes liouse. He BO flustered by 

 dat ole nigger dat it laid him up wid de gout fur mose fo' 

 muuls. Yas, my master, laid him up in de bed fur mosc fo' 

 mums, sur. Mars Garrett be waul uie larn Ole Lawyer one 

 yuther dem what he call hime ehtine Song, what 1 knode, 

 'bout 



'Adam an Eve day clum er tree. 



An Eve ivcr stung- by er oumble bee ; 

 carry dc news ter Mary.' 



But, bless yer soul, dis here nigger never larn dat ole fool 

 uainuther'hiine ehtine sure az you're born.-" 

 Missrsarppi, _ Tiukaiioe. 



THE DOCTOR AND THE GRIZZLY. 



i HOT WEATHER V.VHX. 



T 



O hunt wild be; 

 quer and desti 



modern and au- 



iugi om, bill disputes w 

 supremacy iu the wide d< 



The question may well 

 savage and blood- thirst; 



rave them iu their lair, to Gon- 

 itis been the ambition of heroes, 

 brooks no rival in the animal 

 the fierce denizens of the forest 

 in of Nat 

 asked, whether man is not more 

 the beasts themselves, seeing 



that i bey slay their fellow-creatures from the mere love of 

 slaughter; while they slay but. to appease their hunger. To 

 is I 1 s...,;.;n 'to lie natural to man; nor has civiliza- 

 tion altered bis nature iii Ibis particular. Civilized and en- 

 lightened society sends forth the tiger hunters to India and 

 tile linn slayers "to Africa. 



Coupled with this destructive trait, there is in most of us 

 the love of adventure, which must be gratified even though 

 flic penalty paid is life itself. There is" an excitement about 

 danger thill hires U3 on, whether to the "imminent, deadly 



The writer is not, ashamed to confess fo the same love of 

 i.hi:-. ehase thai animated Ihc demi-god llcreules, alike with 

 "the Chaste Huntress of the silver bow." And there are 

 times when my soul, revolting from the sordid affairs of 

 daily life, seeks to free itself from society and its trammels, 

 nuil'ibid relief in the chase. 



It was while in such a mood, not long since, that word 



me thai a man had been killed by a bear while 



"prospecting" in the San Antonio Canon — one of the many 

 i 'nick have their source in the coast range of South- 

 ern California. It had long been my ambition to kill a 

 grizzly bear, and it seemed" now was" the opportunity fo 

 gratify that desire, and, at the same time., to avenge the death 

 nf a human being. 



1 iinineiii;; :-:_•.- ■, ■; nU.ut, ascertaining the locality as nearly 

 as possible of the fatal encounter, ami sought a companion 

 for Ihc perilous journey, not that I expected him io kill He 

 bear, but because I wished to have a truthful witness of my 

 own exploits. Doctor Blank, au enthusiastic sportsman anil 

 an experienced mountaineer, gladly agreed to accompany 

 roe The weapon 1 carried was a Winchester rifle, .45 cab 

 I grains of powder to the cartridge. It was one pre- 

 sented me by a friend — my companion in many a hunt else- 

 where. The Doctor was armed with a weapon similar to my 

 own. 



On the morning of April 9, we set out on fool from the 

 mouth of the canon, packing our blankets and provisions on 

 our backs. Our route lay up the canon, and we trudged 

 along merrily enough, the Doctor enlivening the march with 

 some of his best songs. 



The ascent for the first few mile, was , ,,, ,- after that, the 

 walls of the canon narrowed in, confining \is. to I be< 



.n, bete tilled with huge boulders, over which we 



clambered with difficulty. 

 At noon we halted at, a point where there is I kiful 



meadow, in the midst of which gush out the springs that 

 feed the stream of the canon The Doctor had brought. 

 along his rod. line and Hies, and it was not long before he 

 had caught trout enough for a meal for (wo men, hungry 

 though they were. We lingered long at Ibis romantic spot, 

 and ilien reluctantly look up the march over a wilder and 

 more nigged trail. Might found us some twenty miles from 

 the mouth nf the canon. The topography here changes from 

 a gorge to an elevated plateau or bench on the mouiilain 

 side, intersected in places by ravines, and, for the most 

 part covered with brush, with here and there a meadow to 

 beseem This was the place we sought; it was near here 

 that the poor miner had met bis fate: We camped for the 

 night by a little stream, and building a big tire, sat down to 

 our meal. After it: was over we lay down, rolled in OH* 

 blankets, our guns loaded and at our right hands. 



It had been a long lime since I had slept out. and the nov- 

 elty of the situation kept me awake for some hours, tired 

 though 1 was. At last I dropped off to sleep, to be awakened 

 shortly after by the unearthly scream of a mountain lion. 

 We both leaped to our feet at once and seized our guns, 

 awaiting to be attacked, but we could see nothing of him, so 

 we lay down again. .The knowledge that we were so near 

 this n idnight marauder, however, kepi us from again sleep- 

 ing. Shortly before day we heard the brush crashing, as 

 I hough some heavy animal were making his Way through it. 

 This noise 1 supposed was made by a bear, as I know that 

 the mountain lion moves stealthily, and a tleer would not 

 make such a noise. The Doctor was of the same opinion, 

 and knowing my anxiety to kill a bear, he very generously 

 moved so as fo give me the best, opportunity to' get a shot, 

 placing me between himself and the place of the noise. But 

 the animal passed on without disturbing us; we kept very 

 quiet, as we were not eager for anight encounter with a 

 bear. It is dangerous enough in the day time. 



At dawn we were up and eating our meal. Just so scon 

 as it was light enough to see objects at a distance, of fifty 

 yards, we buckled on our cartridge bells, took up our guns, 

 and started off. 1 noticed, at the time, that the Doctor 

 placed a small case in his breast pocket, Being somewhat 

 curious to know wdiat the case contained, I inquired of him 

 what il was. He handed it to me, and on the outside 1 

 read : 



DR. BLANK'S 



Double Action LirE-Pnc.sKevixG Pills. 



Caliber .45, 60 grains. 



rir,h a smile, and asked him why he 

 imp with him. "i am never with- 



I returned them l.ohii 

 brought such stuff hit 

 Oiit them," was his an 



Little did I dream ol the important part they were to play 

 in my subsequent experience. Bui I anticipate. We weiit 

 in the direction taken by the animal we had heard making a 

 noise in the brush; and" soon struck the trail of a large griz- 

 zly. It was evident, that he had not long passed; so we 

 followed it up the valley, and along the margin of a little 

 trickling stream, with patches of clover growing along its 

 ljanks. On Ihc roots of this clover he had been feeding. 



We had probably gone about a mile from our camp, and 

 were just turning an angle in the valley, when we suddenly 

 caught sight of the largest grizzly it hits been mv fortune to 

 See, He was tearing up Ihc tools of the clover not more 

 than fifty yards from us. His left side was to us. I saw 

 the Doctor turn pale with excitement. Whispering to him 

 to stiffen his left ear, I rested my ride on that prominent 

 part of his person, and. taking dead aim for the bear's breast, 

 tired At the report of the gum the Doctor, stunned by the 

 explosion, I suppose, fell as~though he bad been shot. Not 

 so wilb the bear, however, for starting up with a snort, he 

 looked around 1 fired again, but shot, wild, and then saw 

 the bear start for us, with hair on end and growdina: fear- 

 fully. 



I have looked into the cannon's mouth when the foe was 

 at the breech, and have seen the advancing wall of hostile 

 bayonets at the charge — all this without flinching, if not 

 without fear; but never have I beheld anything that so in- 

 spired me with I error as that bear. Shall I confess it that 

 fear took possession of me, even so that I dropped my gun and 

 ran'.' 



Yes, I fled ingloriously and left my poor, helpless com- 

 rade to his fate. Yea, more, 1 entertained the base and 

 selfish hope that the beast would eat him, become digust-d 

 with human food, and let me escape. Some fifty yards be 

 low where I had tired there was a scrubby oak" tree, some 

 twelve feet high, and for this tree I ran as fast as my legs 

 would cany me, and swung myself into its branches none 

 too soon. "The bear clutched at my feet as I drew up. 1 

 climbed to the top, and looked trembling down. The bear 

 seized the tree in his grasp and endeavored to tear it up by 

 the roots; but il was rooted in the rocks, and was too much 

 for even his giatd strength. 



i breathed more freely. I knew he could not climb the 

 tree. On looking at him closely 1 could sec the hole in his 

 left side where the bullet had entered and on the other side 

 where it had passed out. It must have torn his heart to 

 pieces. The blood was flowing from the wound and the 

 bloody froth was on his lips. Surely he must soon die, I 

 thought. But. he showed no sign of failing vitality, and I 

 soon'eame to believe that a hear may live without a heart. 

 I saw plainly now that I should have shot, him through the 

 head or else through the spine. But it was too late to rec- 

 tify the mistake; my gun was on t e ground. 



The bear would not leave the tree, but kept looking up 

 at me. After awhile he took a large boulder in his paws. 

 and laid it at the roof of the tree, and then anolher and 

 another. At first I was puzzled Io know what he meant, 

 Iml soon the terrible truth dawned on my mind that he was 

 heaping them there that he might stand on them and reach 

 me. The thought was enough to make me start, and for a 

 moment I thought of leaping over him to the ground and 

 takmsi mv chances in running. But I knew he would over- 

 take me. 'Then I thought of the Doctor, and turned my eyes 

 toward the place where he had fallen. He was not there. 

 I shouted his name, and saw him thrust his head out from a 

 crevice iu lie, reeks c1,.h, by where I had left him. How- 

 be managed to squeeze his body into so small a space is a 

 mystery to me. 



"Gel your gun and -hum the bear," I screamed to him. 

 ••Arc you going i..i stand still and see this brute eat me?" 



He did not answer, but crept out cautiously to where his 

 rifle lay, and ran quickly back to his retreat. 1 saw T him 

 aim, and then saw the Hash of the gun— and one of my boot- 

 heels flew oil'. 1 implored him to aim with more care next 

 time, and to shoot, ill the bear, not at me. 1 waited with 

 much trepidation his next shot, and well 1 might, for the 

 bullet sung a dirge by my ear, burning it. as it passed. Then 

 1 asked him to desist, fur fear that he might commit murder 

 and that 1 would he the victim. 



Slowly but surely the bear was piling up the rocks at the 

 base of the tree, anil must soon reach me. What tope was 

 left to me now? Preposterous as il, may seem, 1, for a mo- 

 ment, thought of leaping into bis cavernous throat, when he 

 reached up, but, the fear of beiugcaught between his teeth in 

 passing prevented so foolish a step. 



The bear reared up again, and I had to draw up my foot 

 to prevent, his reaching them. 1 looked into his hideous 

 eyes and they seemed to burn with the fires of hell. 1 Grazed 

 until I began to believe that he was the "Great Beast - ' bin, 

 self come to claim me for his own. 



For a while hope deserted me and I sat in a kind of 

 stupor, from w T hich I was aroused by a thought thai Hashed 

 across my mind. Acting upon it. I shouted to the Doctor. 

 "Draw the bullet from a cartridge, quickly, and replace 

 with one of your pills'." Load your gun with it." 



"AH right," came the response. 



' -Now runout," I said, "and attract the attention of the 

 bear." 



In another moment he came out yelling and capering 

 about. This was more than the bear could resist, and he 

 rushed for the Doctor, who fled to liis retreat, followed by 

 the bear. 



"When he opens his mouth, tire straight down his throat," 

 I yelled. 



I heard a shot, saw the bear stagger back, then rear up 

 and place his paws on his abdomen, howling all the while as 

 if in pain. Then he started to flee, but fell into convul- 

 sions horrible to behold, tearing up the earth in his death 

 struggle. Gradually his movements ceased. His limbs 

 stiffened. He was dead. 



Then the Doctor emerged from his crevice in the rocks, 

 and rushed up to the bear's carcass aud lucked it and leaped 

 upon it, yelling all the while like a devil. 



i descended from my perch, and going up to the Doctor, 

 embraced him, and thanked him from the bottom of my 

 heart. 1 told him that he was the deadest shot — with a pill 

 — 1 had ever seen. And I promised to use my influence in 

 having him appointed physician to the county hospital, 

 where, by the use of his pills, he could do the county great 

 service iu causing the permanent disappearance from earthly 

 scenes of those rambling wrecks of poverty aud disease who 

 are a burden to the community. 



We stripped the hide from the bear, the Doctor claiming 

 it as his trophy, but generously allowing me to keep the 

 claws. The hunt, was ended, for we agreed that we had had 

 adventure enough to last for a while. We retraced our 

 steps homeward with light hearts. 



That I am now alive to chronicle the events above nar- 

 rated, I attribute to "Doctor Blank's Double Action, lire- 

 Preserving Pills, calibre .45, (50 grains." 



If any one should doubt the truth of this story, the Doctor 

 is ready to verify it by affidavit. Or, if such person is ready 

 to wager any money against the efficacy of the. above-named 

 pills, let him bring on his bear, and I "will undertake that 

 the Doctor will make a dead bear of him with one pill in 

 five minutes. Truthfully thine, El Qozonei.a. 



Los Angeles, Cab 



turpi ]§i£torg. 



THE SWAMP ROBIN. 



Turdus m.usteliiui*. 



AMONG the many bright visitors at the bath (see "Bath- 

 tub for the Birds" Forest and Stream last June) is 

 one whose graceful form is always a welcome sight to me. 

 His quiet dress is in marked contrast with that of some of 

 his friends, but there is a dignity of carriage, a certain self- 

 respect, about the swamp robiii, which lends au indescrib- 

 able charm to his manners, and gives him an air of aristo- 

 cratic lineage, utterly wanting in many of his more richly 

 dressed though frivolous neighbors. " He approaches in a 

 fearless, frank way that wins your heart at once ! Dropping 

 into the grass from the tree above, he comes directly to the 

 water, never hesitating lor a moment until reaching the tank; 

 he will perch on its edge, and with head knowingly cocked 

 to one side, survey the fussy little chippy, noisily fluttering 

 just below, and making the spray fly from her wings as she 

 washes. Seemingly not in the least hurry, he awaits the 

 finish of her noisy performances with an air of such supreme 

 superiority that chip is riled, and with tail erect, feathers 

 bristling, and wings trailing, she rushes up the little steps 

 leading from the bath, and darts at him in the most insult- 

 ing manner; but with unruffled temper he gracefully jumps 

 right over her head, aud running into the water" calmly 

 begins his toilet. The manner in which this feat is acci m- 

 plished is indicative of such utter contempt for chippy, that 

 she is completely demoralized, and with a spiteful little 

 shriek, she hustle's off like au irritable little old woman from 

 the scene of her discomfiture. 



His method of bathing is different from most of his fel- 

 lows; lunie of I lie in iis;. r v. rigglii;;.-, thai characterizes man i 

 of our visitors, especially the smaller varieties of warblers, 

 etc. He stands in about two inches in depth of water, and 

 with one or two energetic shakes, his feathers are loosened 

 sufficiently to give the water free access to all parts of bis 

 little body; then, deliberately squatting, he thoroughly soaks 

 his breast and under parts for a second or so. The next 

 move is to duck his shapely head well under once or twice, 

 accompanying this with a dash of the wings that sends 

 the water pouring over his back and down between his 

 shoulders. 



Two or three plunges satisfy him, and now he trots out 

 and stands again, all dripping, on the edge, with his wings 

 half extended, to let the air pass under, his bright tyeA 

 sparkling with the additional flash lent bv his refreshing 

 bath. 



His rufous coal, is a perfect fit, and his speckled shirt 

 front runs into a snow white waistcoat, reaching down to 

 the most delicate flesh-colored hose inclosing his slender legs. 

 See him thus, and you will, with me, pronounce, his attire 

 to be the very perfection of taste in dress 



He will leave us for the present now, and mount high 

 among the boughs to where his male is keeping hou.-e in a 

 snug cottage, built ou the branch of a beech; "there he will 

 rearrange his dampened plumage, standing, perchance, ou 

 the rounding arch of a sturdy limb in full sight of his little 

 lady, as she broods over her household, and blinks at him in 

 admiral ion from the nest. Here, amid the dark green of 

 the leaves, and the cool gray of the beech bark that covers 

 I he branches and overhanging twigs, the whole group forms 

 a picture, perfect in the harmony of its colors, on w inch 1 

 never tire of looking. 



During the heal of noontide he seeks the silent simile, aud 



